Ketterdam’s yearly fall festival, known widely as The Festival of Bounty in honor of Ghezen, is popular throughout the world. It’s a known tourist trap as well as local favorite, the odd time when society mixes the two because there’s status in being seen at it. Kerch tradesmen show off and sell their wares, wealthy merchants lower themselves to trail among the masses - though often with security - diplomats and dignitaries make grand speeches and donations to earn favor. The Church of Barter has clergy accepting donations which they highlight on a large pole, the largest donors' names flying highest to the top. The University district recruits students and presents research projects that aid the city, and a very select few performers from the Barrel have even broken through society’s ranks to perform at one of the sidestages set up around the food and shopping tents. There are games and competitions, performances and deals. It’s bustling and alive, colorful silver and purple flags and streamers with three fishes adorned on them everywhere to demonstrate Kerch pride.
Kaz has gone before for the sake of jobs, and the sheer amount of bodies sets his teeth on edge. He’s glad he can avoid the crowds in favor of breaking into the impenetrable Grisha-guarded tower of one of his current greatest enemies who’s already tried to kill him.
Getting inside and snooping proves easier than getting out. He’s called on Jesper for distraction and the man does his job well, but the Tidemakers aren’t easily trifled with. When getting out he runs into two of them he hadn’t accounted for earlier, and his mind is frantic in trying to think of a new threat to avoid them filling his lungs with water and drowning him. It’s only when, being right on the harbor, both he and the Tidemakers are distracted by a curious sight.
The waves are pulling backwards.
Mangled, bloated bodies are staggering out onto the sand, heading towards the center of the city.
Kaz is positive it’s a trick. That, or he’s going mad. The only thing that grounds him is the fact that the Tidemakers look shocked, too. Taking advantage of this fact, Kaz jabs his cane into one’s face and another’s stomach, making them double over and giving him time to get away. He’s got what he needed within his jacket. Stumbling and coughing up water, Kaz races to where Jesper’s on the edge of the fair. They don’t have much time.
He looks a rumpled mess, with saltwater dribbling out of his mouth that he wipes away and has wet his shirtfront. He’s bleeding a little from the corner of his mouth, but Kaz has looked worse. No, what stands out now is that Kaz looks rattled. He tries to hide it, but he can’t entirely. Though he's not so startled that he can't think quick on his feet. He actually pulls Jesper aside, grasping his sleeve at a time like this, saying in a harsh, raspy whisper, “We need to clear the area. All of it. If a tidal wave doesn’t crash through here, something worse is. I saw… I don’t know what they are, but something…” Okay, he’ll just sound crazy. “People are rising out of the harbor, and they’re heading this way. Barricade what you can with the metal around here, they’re approaching from fifth harbor. I’ll get Nina and Piper.”
Kaz sends them a quick group text, including Adonis since he can teleport. ’Near the harbor exit. Head here now. Party of at least 30 approaching. Might be more. Capabilities TBD.’
Fright at the Festival!
Kaz has gone before for the sake of jobs, and the sheer amount of bodies sets his teeth on edge. He’s glad he can avoid the crowds in favor of breaking into the impenetrable Grisha-guarded tower of one of his current greatest enemies who’s already tried to kill him.
Getting inside and snooping proves easier than getting out. He’s called on Jesper for distraction and the man does his job well, but the Tidemakers aren’t easily trifled with. When getting out he runs into two of them he hadn’t accounted for earlier, and his mind is frantic in trying to think of a new threat to avoid them filling his lungs with water and drowning him. It’s only when, being right on the harbor, both he and the Tidemakers are distracted by a curious sight.
The waves are pulling backwards.
Mangled, bloated bodies are staggering out onto the sand, heading towards the center of the city.
Kaz is positive it’s a trick. That, or he’s going mad. The only thing that grounds him is the fact that the Tidemakers look shocked, too. Taking advantage of this fact, Kaz jabs his cane into one’s face and another’s stomach, making them double over and giving him time to get away. He’s got what he needed within his jacket. Stumbling and coughing up water, Kaz races to where Jesper’s on the edge of the fair. They don’t have much time.
He looks a rumpled mess, with saltwater dribbling out of his mouth that he wipes away and has wet his shirtfront. He’s bleeding a little from the corner of his mouth, but Kaz has looked worse. No, what stands out now is that Kaz looks rattled. He tries to hide it, but he can’t entirely. Though he's not so startled that he can't think quick on his feet. He actually pulls Jesper aside, grasping his sleeve at a time like this, saying in a harsh, raspy whisper, “We need to clear the area. All of it. If a tidal wave doesn’t crash through here, something worse is. I saw… I don’t know what they are, but something…” Okay, he’ll just sound crazy. “People are rising out of the harbor, and they’re heading this way. Barricade what you can with the metal around here, they’re approaching from fifth harbor. I’ll get Nina and Piper.”
Kaz sends them a quick group text, including Adonis since he can teleport. ’Near the harbor exit. Head here now. Party of at least 30 approaching. Might be more. Capabilities TBD.’