[ The man beneath Getianâs hover is tall, for a human, with hair the color of sunlight drawn back into a patterned headband. Colorful robes adorned with exquisite feathers and beads sway in the breeze, tinkling lightly as they knock together. Itâs an article that had reminded Quincy of the tribe and the ceremonial robes they wore on ceremonial daysâseeing him emote for a second upon finding it, the costuming staff had shoved him straight into it. This, at least, he doesnât mind, finding small comfort in the familiarity of this style of clothing and the apparent freedom of the setâs forest. Itâs all fake, he knows, but the rough bark beneath his palms and the mountainâs crisp air in his lungs are enough for now.
The crew hadnât expected their tribesman to vanish between takes. Quincy had slipped away at the earliest opportunity, adept at moving silently through the forest, even though this forest is not the one heâs guarded for many years. He knows how to read the stones and moss, how to judge the trees that grow here, and how to move as respectfully through the brush as possible. He has nothing but the utmost respect for natureâitâs in his blood, his traditions, his characterâso he is reluctant to startle anything that does not need to be startled. That respect extends to the creatures of the forest: he looks up at the shadow overhead before offering a polite nod in greeting.
Yokai of the forest are not surprising to him. He has know them for a long time; an old bird isnât much different from an old fox, if potentially less mischievous by nature. ]
I see. [ he gazes down the pathway that Getian is referring to, quiet for a moment before speaking, ] Is the other way the same?
[ He turns his gentle gaze back to the birdâs figure, resting a hand against the trunk of a large tree. Pale lips move, about to say something else, when in the far off distance the echo of some of the crew searching for Quincy drifts. They arenât especially close, but those of the forest know how to listen for upsetâand the crew members traipsing through arenât graceful as they swat their way through bushes and groan about having to come off the beaten path.
Ugh, why did he leave set⌠John, stop slowing down, you just slipped in mud, it isnât like you slipped in shit. Deb, he wasnât the only actor thatâs gone missing either, right? Maybe a few got lost out here. Letâs bring anyone we find back, or else theyâll be a wandering out here for hours. Ugh⌠what did I step in now? Iâm not paid enough for this jobâŚ
Quincyâs eyes narrow in the direction of the noise before he turns his attention back onto the bird above. ]
Donât let them find you. Theyâll bring you back, too. Theyâre ⌠aggressive.
[ He says, though heâs of the mind that this old bird is native to the forest and not another absconding actor. Playing around on set is troublesome and he doesnât expect a yokai to enjoy getting captured and dragged into some role. Quincy, similarly, no longer wishes to tolerate itâso he steps onto the other path and begins to head down it, not wanting to get caught either. Illusions and tricks are too risky with pesky crew members on his tail. ]
3 b/a combo!? Grabs this bird
The crew hadnât expected their tribesman to vanish between takes. Quincy had slipped away at the earliest opportunity, adept at moving silently through the forest, even though this forest is not the one heâs guarded for many years. He knows how to read the stones and moss, how to judge the trees that grow here, and how to move as respectfully through the brush as possible. He has nothing but the utmost respect for natureâitâs in his blood, his traditions, his characterâso he is reluctant to startle anything that does not need to be startled. That respect extends to the creatures of the forest: he looks up at the shadow overhead before offering a polite nod in greeting.
Yokai of the forest are not surprising to him. He has know them for a long time; an old bird isnât much different from an old fox, if potentially less mischievous by nature. ]
I see. [ he gazes down the pathway that Getian is referring to, quiet for a moment before speaking, ] Is the other way the same?
[ He turns his gentle gaze back to the birdâs figure, resting a hand against the trunk of a large tree. Pale lips move, about to say something else, when in the far off distance the echo of some of the crew searching for Quincy drifts. They arenât especially close, but those of the forest know how to listen for upsetâand the crew members traipsing through arenât graceful as they swat their way through bushes and groan about having to come off the beaten path.
Ugh, why did he leave set⌠John, stop slowing down, you just slipped in mud, it isnât like you slipped in shit. Deb, he wasnât the only actor thatâs gone missing either, right? Maybe a few got lost out here. Letâs bring anyone we find back, or else theyâll be a wandering out here for hours. Ugh⌠what did I step in now? Iâm not paid enough for this jobâŚ
Quincyâs eyes narrow in the direction of the noise before he turns his attention back onto the bird above. ]
Donât let them find you. Theyâll bring you back, too. Theyâre ⌠aggressive.
[ He says, though heâs of the mind that this old bird is native to the forest and not another absconding actor. Playing around on set is troublesome and he doesnât expect a yokai to enjoy getting captured and dragged into some role. Quincy, similarly, no longer wishes to tolerate itâso he steps onto the other path and begins to head down it, not wanting to get caught either. Illusions and tricks are too risky with pesky crew members on his tail. ]