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beleos ([personal profile] beleos) wrote in [community profile] kenoslogs2022-10-14 03:08 pm

TDM + GAME OPENING 🎉

Who: Shard-Bearers, new and old
What: Seeds take root
Where: The Tree of Life, Highstorm, Springstar
When: October 14th and onwards
Warnings: Potential for (mild) body horror, death, dismemberment


I. BEARING FRUIT (new characters only)
It starts out as a pleasant dream. You’re in your favorite place, with your favorite people. It’s a moment of idyllic comfort.

And then, it goes wrong.

The sky turns dark above, and as you look up, you see the black expanse of space spotted with faraway pinprick lights of stars. Yet, they’re not stars. You’re certain. They’re watching you. A billion eyes all looking down, and they spill forth as if sky itself was a dam holding back those dark waters. You reach back to the people you’re with, but they’re frozen in place. Their eyes are black, reflecting only the expanse of dark eyes.

So you run, even though you know you won’t escape it. You glance back and see it not overtaking, but consuming. The landscape around you is being devoured, and you can see it cracking apart. The world itself is breaking, and it cracks under your feet. You fall, and the billion eyes chase after you until the darkness swallows you whole. There’s agony as if you’re being ripped apart, and then—

You cannot see. You cannot feel. You simply are. Yet even so, impossibly, a woman’s voice speaks gently.

I’m sorry it couldn’t be saved. But, come, it’s time to wake.

You wake with a start, cradled by soft, velvety plants, and sticky with a sap that smells faintly of honey and iron. You can see the veins of the leaves that hold you, lit warmly and gently by what looks like a crystal embedded above you. Yet, it’s odd, because that crystal calls to you. When you reach out to touch it, it’s warm. Familiar. Important. You don’t know why, but you know you must hold onto this, because now it feels wrong for it to be suspended in these leaves. So, you pull it out.

The light starts to fade, but only in time to see as the leaves cradling you immediately start to soften and crumble, and with it comes a torrent of dirt. Soft, loamy soil starts to fill the space around you in the dark as you’re buried. Or, rather, you already were. You reach out through the dirt desperately, and your hands finds a root, so you pull while you clutch that precious crystal so close that it almost feels like it sinks into you (in your panic, you don’t notice that it does). You reach out again, and this time, your hand hits open air and plenty of sturdy roots around to grab.

From a seed you’re born, and like a sprout, you make your way out of the ground.

And once you’ve clawed your way out of the soft earth and the roots, nearby, you see the soil shift. Another hand comes up to grasp desperately for something, anything, just as you had been.

II. MORAL HAZARD
There are new Shard-Bearers at the Tree of Life, and Yima has asked that the earlier arrivals go to greet them and help them. These aren’t people from Horos, after all, so they’ll have many, many questions. As Yima explains, the roots of the tree rise up to create caverns underneath, and it’s there you’ll find the new Shard-Bearers. And indeed, with careful steps to not slip on the mossy roots, down you go. Perhaps Communion will help you find the new Shard-Bearers, but it might be a confusing process for them.

The roots all start to look the same, to the point that you’re sure that you’ve already been through this passage. You turn around, and most of the people you had come here with are gone, if not all of them. It’s confusing and unsettling, and strangest of all.. You’re starting to feel ill, even if that wasn’t something normally possible for you. But continuing forward, you do eventually find an unfamiliar face of a new Shard-Bearer. They look no better than you feel.

Before introductions, however, roots around you shift suddenly until you’re enclosed in a room together. From the roots, a face forms in the wall. It speaks in a creaking, uneven tone, as if it weren’t used to speaking at all.

Give to take. A sacrifice. To live.

LET'S PLAY A GAME...

As the Dryad will explain, characters are now trapped in a room and have been poisoned by the spores that the lichens underfoot release. An antidote lays beyond the roots the dryad has curled around you, but to access it, you must make a sacrifice.

Characters can pick one of the following options, but the decision must be made unanimously. If one character takes a drastic action (such as murdering another), it’s counted as a failure for the group.

  • Each of you must offer up a personal/treasured memory. The memory will be shared in Communion with all characters assembled, and then will be destroyed. No character will retain the memory or memory of its Communion.
  • Each of you must offer up something physical. A finger, a toe, an ear, it’s your choice. The dryad will offer a knife if this is chosen that will sever the body part of choice cleanly and immediately stop any bleeding.
  • Offer up another. Kill one person in the room.
  • Refusing is also a valid option. Characters will get more ill as they debate until they start to find it difficult to breathe, and they’ll die quickly after.
The following is OOC knowledge that will not be known IC: The consequences of this game are about intent, and thus are not real. When characters are freed from the tree’s thrall, they’ll have their memories/body parts/life intact.

This can be done in groups of 2 to 4 players, and Loremasters recommend three if you can swing it! It’s more fun when you get in philosophical debates, right? Regardless, when your group comes to a decision, please record it here. These don’t have to be fully threaded out to be recorded, so the conclusion can be discussed OOC if you prefer. Actions can be submitted until October 21st, after which groups will be informed of what comes of their choice…

When a group receives the antidote, they'll be released from the tree's thrall... But will have a hard time waking up. It feels like something has grabbed onto their spine.

III. DREAMING OF HOME
You may wake with a start from your deliberations (or arguments) with a jolt of pain from the base of your spine as something is pulled away rapidly. A dark-haired man who looks to be in his thirties or so holds you carefully, but as soon as you start to regain your senses, he sets you back and holds up his hands.

Woah— Woah there, it’s fine! The tree was, uh, trying to take you back is all. You’re fine now.

As long as you’re not going to attack him, he offers a friendly smile and a hand to shake.

Name’s Cyrus. Sorry about the rude awakening. Let’s get your friend here unhooked too.

And indeed, glancing over, you can see the person you met in that room laying nearby, and it looks like a vine has snaked underneath them to exactly where something had just been pulled from you… Best not to think about it, maybe. Or if you've been unlucky enough to be one of the last people rescued, you might find vines and roots starting to grow into your skin. It's fine!

CYRUS, THE TRIBUNE

Cyrus is the NPC heading up the Meridian Faction, and is available to thread with under this header. Cyrus has come to the Tree of Life to help rescue the Shard-Bearer’s from the Tree, so he’s not going to be inclined to explain too much right away, since he’s on a mission, but he’ll stick around once everyone is successfully freed from Prompt 2 to speak with anyone that wants to. The following is just an OOC summary of information in case you do not need to thread with Cyrus:

Cyrus will gladly introduce himself to everyone, and will further explain his position in Meridian and Springstar (see the NPC Page) and the goals of Meridian itself (see the Faction Page, save for the italicized section). But most importantly, he’ll explain that he knows it sounds like something overly optimistic. It’s fair to be skeptical. He’ll produce a small glass bead from a bag he’s carrying. It looks like the necklace he wears, though not lit up. He’ll explain that the force of Meridian is a gift and can be a tether to your home, if you let it. As his fingertips light up, the energy is infused into the bead, which he’ll hand to you.

Taking the bead into your hands, you’ll take a bird’s eye view of your home world as if your consciousness is split, since you’ll still perceive standing in front of Cyrus at the tree. Rather than a vision, the view of your world is absolutely real, you’re certain. It’s a glimpse at the world that you thought destroyed, and if you focus on a particular place or a particular person, you’ll find the view shifting rapidly to it. No one you watch is aware of your presence, but simply continues about their daily life, whatever that is. But after about a minute, the view will fade as the light in the bead also fades.

That’s an iliachtida, a sunbeam, and when infused with Meridian’s light, allows someone Harmonized to it to check in on their world, he explains. It also acts as an anchor that tethers their soul to their world in the Timestream. With it, their world can’t entirely disappear, so eventually, they can go home. It’s a gift he’ll allow anyone that wants it to keep it, but indeed, they’ll be unable to use it again without first Harmonizing to Meridian.

To help manage threadload for the Loremasters playing Cyrus, we ask that you only tag him with the character you are most likely to app. Similarly, new tag-ins will not be accepted after Monday, October 17th.

III. SPRINGSTAR, αιώνιος ήλιος
After your ordeals at the Tree of Life, perhaps you’re drawn to Springstar, the city of eternal sun and the seat of Meridian.

It’s currently (and fittingly) Spring in Springstar, and the bustling city is coming back to life after finishing up winter. It’s not as if the winters are especially harsh here, but you’ll quickly get the sense that the people of Springstar are vivacious and happy to celebrate. You’ll find the Entertainment District to be the liveliest, whether it’s at a rowdy bar or a brothel, but no matter what, you’re welcome with open arms and without question.

Of course, if you’d just like to use the chance to explore the city alongside your fellow Shard-Bearers, that’s fine too. It’s easy to get lost in the crowds of Springstar and see all the city has to offer.

IV. HIGHSTORM, луны-близнецы
Or maybe Highstorm, the city of twin moons and the seat of Zenith is more to your liking. It’s certainly the quieter of the two cities and is a relaxing, meditative place if that’s what you prefer. The chill in the air is constant, since it’s Autumn in Highstorm and the eternal night doesn’t help keep things warm, exactly. Snow isn’t out of the question at this time of the year, but it’s beautiful in the moonlight.

Because of the cooler weather than Highstorm is prone to, you’ll find many of its delights inside rather than outside. Libraries and museums are popular in the more introspective city, though it’s easy enough to find something that might please you. For example, the indoor hot baths are popular at this time of the year too. You’ll find the people are kind, if cool-tempered, though if you mention the fact that you’re a Shard-Bearer or allied with Zenith, they’re more likely to warm up.

Though much like Springstar, it may just be more interesting to explore the city with a fellow Shard-Bearer. And as a resident may warn you, it’s best to stay in the city. Wandering out into the marshes and forests isn’t advised. Of course, if you do, just contact a Loremaster to find out why. ♥

NOTES
  • Welcome to Kenos! As a reminder, all players are required to fill out an application, which are now open. This does include characters/players from Aion Teleos, so please don’t forget to fill one out! Any character/player that does not submit an application will be swept from the communities and the Discord after applications close.
  • Activity Check is optional this month, but is highly recommend so Christy can check her fancy program so that you can earn Activity Reward Tokens! Activity will be able to be submitted shortly after applications close. You can find more about how we do AC here.
  • This log is Game Canon. Any characters who are not apped to the game will disappear. If Cyrus or Yima are asked, they’ll explain that this happens sometimes, since not every soul has a strong tether to Kenos and sometimes return to the Timestream. They’re fine and may even return to Kenos one day, but for now weren’t able to make the full journey.
  • As a reminder, your character has a Shard somewhere on their body that encompasses their soul, so keep note of where you're sticking it on their person for reference! Additionally, they have a tattoo of their Aspect somewhere on their body. Please be mindful this Aspect will be assigned to you upon approval and whatever you choose for the TDM may be temporary (for new characters)!
  • For the Highstorm and Springstar prompts, both cities will be fully open and accessible to all characters once they are saved from their rather harrowing ordeal at the Tree of Life. For prompt ideas and any general information about the cities and what you can find there, please see the Navigation page and check out the locations!

    FOR NEW PLAYERS:

  • New players are welcome to join our Discord Server if you haven't already!
  • When they emerge from their cocoon/the ground, characters may be wearing their normal clothes, or they might be nude. Up to you!
  • At some point in the days after leaving the Tree of Life, new Shard-Bearers will have a dream, even if they're usually not capable of sleeping. All new players should read this post, since this details how they'll learn about both factions and their goals and should help them make a decision in which Faction they'd be drawn to.
  • New characters will not have access to any canon abilities on the TDM.
  • Your character will be offered temporary housing either at the Heliopolis district or Yima's manor for the first few weeks after their arrival. They will also be given a stipend for basic supplies like clothing and personal effects, and food is served in the cantina (Heliopolis) and at regular meal times in the Dining Room (Yima's manor). Once they Harmonize, they will get personal permanent chambers and a fancy retainer in their Faction's city. Wow! 🌈

    FOR OLD PLAYERS:

  • Characters may be Harmonized to their Faction (if that makes sense for the character, of course!) by the time of this log. This is more for IC reference, and just wait until application acceptance to do the OOC paperwork!
  • General reminder that your character won't have access to their powers until they have Harmonized.

  • CODING
    settingup: (before you know it)

    [personal profile] settingup 2022-11-01 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
    [ That tracks though, doesn't it? Most of the people that Atsumu have met seem to have some real demons in their closets, and then there he is being some kind of weird anomaly.

    This is about the only truly awful thing that has ever happened to him in his life, because the other pitfalls have been pretty normal in the grand scheme of things.

    So even if Mr. King here wanted to spill his guts about his personal struggles, it's not like Atsumu would have anything useful to say to him.
    ]

    You don't gotta tell me anything. I ain't lookin' to pry into someone's personal business like that.
    zauneyete: (i took this guy's knife)

    [personal profile] zauneyete 2022-11-01 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Silco frowned at the fact that he took his cigar, but he pulled another out of his jacket -- as if the first was sullied now that it had been taken by someone else. Silco certainly wasn't going to smoke it now, and he lit it with two fingers to the end of the cigar, a small flame that ignited the end. He carried a lighter, but Silco clearly didn't need it anymore. ]

    I think that the ideal, of recreating something so... perfect, while admirable, is impossible.

    [ After all, what would it take, to make a place like Zaun?]

    It is not my sanity I fear for, or even the rest of my world. You mistake me. I don't care about Runeterra, or even the country I'm from.

    [ No, Silco didn't care about them, because they didn't understand. Nobody on Runeterra, that wasn't a Zaunite, ever could. Zaun was three thousand years of living in the wake of a bomb, years of subjugation, suffering, people so poor they didn't even have family names. He could only look at Set, with the single opened eye, it glowed in the dark, before he finally tapped it with a finger. ]

    Do you know how I got this? [ He asked, but it's rhetorical. He just met the man. ] I was in the River Pilt, by my home. The water is so polluted, that an open wound let the runoff and poisoned water meld with my open injury, in my blood. That is the kind of place I come from. Where we starve, steal, and murder to even survive. What made us what we are makes us strong, it made us harder than anyone, and resilient.

    [ Zaun was a place of pure free will. There was no government, no laws. Even the Enforcers didn't bother slipping down underneath the bridge, to... deal with the rampant crime down there. No, they dealt with it themselves, and it was best that way. However... ]

    If you think I would, for a moment, recreate the rest of what made Zaun the way it was, you are gravely mistaken. It would be an insult to everything they are, to bring that back as well, and it is required, to make my home what it would be again.

    [ He drug his own cigar, then, his hand clenched, and loosened at his side. Silco hated even the prospect of it. To even consider bringing back places like Piltover, a symbiotic leech, to make Zaun what it was. ]
    cutlery: (Chaotic Fuck You,I Do What I Want)

    [personal profile] cutlery 2022-11-01 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
    Oh, extraordinarily so. But my previous master also had an entirely different set of circumstances for us to meet in the first place. To give you the short version, he accidentally summoned me under extreme duress… Making a deal with a devil was more a matter of survival at the time than much of an actual desire for my service. I will also admit, I think his terms were rather shrewd, that said.

    [ There’s a very light note of something like admiration at the last part, though it comes from a place that would be hard to predict. He can’t help but feel some sense of intrigued admiration when his masters are clever enough to know that words aren’t taken lightly by his ilk, after all. He appreciates cleverness deeply, even if it’s technically more troublesome for him. It simply makes things more interesting.

    Though, to Silco’s question, he laughs softly and shakes his head. ]


    I cannot. I find it to be better for both of us when my masters consider me a partner or a servant, since it improves our working relationship… But I am a slave, really. I can demand nothing of my master, only request. There is a reason that few demons choose to offer Covenants, relative to how many of us there are. Most find the idea of bowing their head so to a human detestable.

    [ Sebastian cants his head lightly, since he knows that feels like a deceptively simple answer or that it doesn’t make sense for something as powerful as a demon to willingly enslave themselves. He is odd for it, even amongst his kind. But— ]

    That is simply the evaluated price of a soul. It is not like stories you may have heard where I may drag it down to Hell to be tormented for all eternity. I consume it. My masters forsake whatever judgement day may have awaited their immortal soul. They simply disappear. That price is not one that I set, yet even in a world far away from where that rule was set, I am still bound by such a valuation.
    subsist: (pic#15697825)

    [personal profile] subsist 2022-11-01 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
    [ With every thwack against his shoulder, Kaeya simply laughs, but it's the breathless, nearly humourless sort. There's only a wry smile on his face once Jinx stops. ]

    Alright, I'll treat you to lunch.

    [ ... ]

    What choice am I supposed to be making, exactly?

    [ Lunch or not, he didn't say he's going to make this easy! ]
    exhound: (50)

    no worries at all! <3

    [personal profile] exhound 2022-11-01 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
    [Everything about this entire experience is more surreal than anything Vander has ever dealt with. The dream-like haze before digging himself out of the ground, the twisting vines making the caverns even more labyrinthine, the simultaneously familiar-and-unfamiliar appearance of the young woman in front of him—all of it together almost has him wondering if he’s simply lost his mind.

    Normally he prides himself on maintaining his composure, being the rock that keeps others steady. But he had the lingering memory of that night in the cannery, the kids doing their damnedest to get him free, haunting the back of his thoughts. He didn’t know how the hell he’d made it from there to here, but he had find out what happened, had to know if they had made it out of that mess alright. So the moment Vi steps from her position against he wall, he knows he had been right in recognizing her—the determined anger and clenched fists stirring up the memories of the last he’d seen of her.

    The mere thought of it has him returning the hug with gusto, arms wrapping around her much smaller frame in a tight and almost protective hug.]


    Thank goodness you’re alright.

    [It takes him a moment to wrestle together the resolve to pull away, only slightly, to get a better look at her. It seems his eyes really hadn’t been playing tricks on him. It is her, and yet it isn’t—where had the girl who had, from his perspective, been fighting with all her might to protect him mere hours ago at most gone?]

    But now I’m sure I must be dreaming. [He places a hand on her shoulder, as if trying to reassure himself that she is really right there in front of him.] Look at you. How are you…

    [So much different? So much older? Whatever the right words are to express it, they’re eluding him.]
    superbshot: (Oh Fuck Off)

    [personal profile] superbshot 2022-11-01 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
    Hardly. Vander is here, alive and well.

    [Caitlyn stares at Jinx like she's a viper, poised to strike. She has no interest in feeding into whatever delusions that Silco's filled her with, though, so she offers the only solution that might have a chance at working.]

    Go ask Silco about all this, if you like. Or try and Commune with Vander or Vi. You can certainly get answers from someone you trust, if you want them.

    [And not rant and rave at someone you obviously hate...who really was just trying to help.]
    superbshot: <user name=malagraphic> (Talk Grim)

    [personal profile] superbshot 2022-11-01 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
    "I assure you that you have not lost your mind. Unless this is a collective fever-dream, anyway."

    It could be. But...no. It doesn't feel that way. Caitlyn sips at her tea, leaning back in her chair a little and sighing.

    "I am not sure. I don't doubt Yima's convictions, but I also don't doubt Cyrus truly believes in his side of things, either."

    She lifts her shoulders in a half shrug, continuing...

    "I think that if there's a chance the dissolution could be undone, then it behooves us to try. And if it isn't possible, then there's always Yima's way. But I would need more information on either process to make an informed decision."
    ktizo: (🎵 and yet our hope remains)

    [personal profile] ktizo 2022-11-01 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
    Of course you didn't.

    [He regards Silco for a moment. It's fair, he thinks, to be curious about who has been spreading information about him. On the other hand, he's not about to give Silco a reason to target Caitlyn. It seems like she'll likely give him a reason all on her own soon enough, Hythlodaeus doesn't need to be involved in that.]

    Why do you feel you're unpopular? Mayhap you simply need to smile more! A bright and cheerful personality goes a long way, you know.

    [He taps his chin.]

    Or perhaps a drink will loosen you up a little! We should go for one some time, yes? 'Tis true I have heard things about you, but it would be unfair not to give you the chance to present your side of the story.
    ktizo: (🎵 born from blood of our fallen brothers)

    [personal profile] ktizo 2022-11-01 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
    "A demon, you say?" His reaction is one of slight confusion as he tries to recall what that might be. They don't have demons or angels where Hythlodaeus comes from, though they do at least understand the notion of gods.

    "Could you explain what that entails, exactly? Are most demons prone to chaos?"

    He looks to Sebastian, trying to find something off about him- but alas, he can't see souls as of right now and therefore his sight is mundane, unable to grasp the man's true nature.

    "You look perfectly normal to me, at least... for the moment." Perhaps if he could see his aether, he would know better.
    ktizo: (🎵 fade away)

    [personal profile] ktizo 2022-11-01 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
    "I do hope not... but we shall see. After the situation with the tree, I admit I'm somewhat dubious."

    But a nice world without that nastiness... oh, how Hythlodaeus misses home.
    zauneyete: (why tf is this kid hugging me)

    [personal profile] zauneyete 2022-11-01 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
    Never. [ An exhale, to collect his thoughts. ] It has always been you and me, Jinx. That will never change.

    [ No matter what, as far as Silco thinks. There's nothing that could take him away from Jinx, not that he finally had her with him in this new world. What irony was it, that he -- old, and weak as he was -- had been the one brought to a new world, when his brilliant, strong daughter hadn't been? It was a cruel twist of fate, something that had never settled right with him. He'd never believed it, and hated a world that existed without Jinx in it. He had even looked, time after time, for her, to find his daughter in one of those crystal cocoons, to no avail -- or so he'd thought -- but memory now reflected that it was wrong. He wondered, of course, if Horos and the residents there were lucky that Silco had forgotten it -- or if it was intentional -- that he hadn't known that she'd been so close to coming into Horos... If he'd known, of course, he would have destroyed every last soul, or made very effort to. How could he not?

    This is better, he thinks. Zaun is still gone, but... at least the only person Silco had desperately tried to find was here. He had believed in his dream of a real nation of Zaun since he was a boy, but there was someone more important than even that. If he'd had to choose, he would have chosen Jinx. Every time. Even he knew that, even if he'd never been asked made that decision.

    Yet.
    ]

    Can you stand? We should get out of here. Soon. I can't guarantee our safety while we're in the open.

    [ He'd seen the Enforcer, even if he hadn't spoken with her. He did not want her spouting whatever lies she'd come up with, or threatening them. Especially with nobody nearby to use for defense. ]
    ktizo: (🎵 we made so long ago)

    [personal profile] ktizo 2022-11-01 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
    Heh... in a sense. Arriving at Elpis was a far more pleasant affair than arriving here.

    [Being almost buried alive? Being forced to watch someone die? No, he didn't like either of those things very much. Either way, the grin Hythlodaeus flashes in return is an easy one.]

    Though now that the ordeal of crawling out of the dirt is over, I will say that it is quite beautiful here, as well. I only wonder what this city would look like in the daytime.
    superbshot: <user name=malagraphic> (Focusing)

    [personal profile] superbshot 2022-11-01 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
    "Did you run into the dryad as well?"

    That was...not fun.
    superbshot: (Ah...what?)

    [personal profile] superbshot 2022-11-01 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
    That's fair. I...suppose Yima did say that even if we chose Meridian, we'd be welcome in Highstorm.

    [Which, honestly, is kind of nice. She's digging the vibe.]
    exhound: (16)

    [personal profile] exhound 2022-11-01 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
    [He knew it couldn’t possibly be this easy, but the rising frustration between the three of them as their efforts prove fruitless is nearly palpable. When the continued attempts at prying the vines apart lead nowhere, he forces himself to take a step back and take another look at their surroundings. Not a single gap for them to exploit, no way to fight through but with their bare hands.

    He moves back to the wall blocking them in, places a hand on the roots before him for a moment. Then he plants his feet, steadying himself as he pulls that arm back and curls his hand into a fist to take a swing at it.

    It’s like slamming his fist into a solid wall.]


    Shit. [Muttered under his breath. He shakes his stinging hand, knuckles reddening beneath the soil and sap dirtying them.] It’s not lookin’ like we have a whole lot of options.
    passio: (pic#6016778)

    SORRY FOR HOLDING YALL UP cw dextera dies

    [personal profile] passio 2022-11-01 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
    [ dextera has done this to people before.

    he knows what amos, physically, must be feeling—the sensation of unexpected give under his thumbs, until dextera’s body naturally fights back and tenses against the knowledge that he’s going to die. no amount of deaths can prepare him for one that’s so slow to come. his head gets lighter and lighter, vision turning red, then white, then to that grey static fuzz of nothing that accompanies the moments before blacking out.

    his eyes twitch even as he tries to keep hold of amos’ gaze, but it’s not long before his focus is lost along with his ability to draw breath. his soon consciousness falls, too; it’s only a few seconds longer still before his body goes limp in amos’ hands.

    amos is right—he will come back, with his shard to revive him. and when he does, he’ll have something to say to all of them. he’ll take his proof that amos is dangerously loyal, easily assenting to the role of murderer, and then… and then, he doesn’t know what that means for any of them now in this new world, but it’s a fact he’ll keep close to his heart. ]
    exhound: (43)

    Sorry for the delay!

    [personal profile] exhound 2022-11-01 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
    [For a moment, Vander had forgotten that he wasn’t back home, enjoying a drink at the Last Drop where everyone knew to respect him. Where he could throw his weight around and settle things easily with just a few words, because he looked out for his people—and they looked out for him in turn.

    Instead he’s in a strange bar surrounded by strange faces, just another patron making a damn mess in what had been until moments ago a relaxed atmosphere. And there is indeed a noticeable hush in the area immediately surrounding them as folks turned to witness the train wreck in the making. Vander should have known better than to poke at this particular hornet’s nest, but he’s got so much built up tension from the past few days’ events—both here in Kenos and back home—that he certainly doesn’t have his head on straight.

    To his credit, Vander takes the beer to the face with much more grace than this brat deserved. There’s an immediate flash of irritation that Gen will no doubt pick up on. For the briefest of moments, he even considers retaliating in kind and throwing the drink he’s been nursing this whole time right back at him. But he’s not going to let this come to blows. Not yet, anyway.

    So he sets his drink on the countertop with clear irritation. Straightens up to his full height as he wipes some of the beer from his face with one hand.]


    Just so damn keen to prove my point, huh? [There’s an edge of annoyance creeping into his words, though he does manage to wrangle his tone into something more disappointed. Like he was scolding one of his kids for misbehaving.] Feel better now?
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    Sorry for the delay!

    [personal profile] exhound 2022-11-01 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
    [There’s a frown of his own just barely tugging at his lips at that question. He wishes he had more of an answer, but the truth of it is, Vander still isn't sure how much of all of this he could really believe.]

    Sometimes it’s good to trust your gut, but when you’re out of your element, it isn’t always gonna lead you right.

    [And how much more out of their element could they get than this whole mess? He shakes his head as he continues.]

    Can’t deny that something must have gone wrong. Wouldn’t be so many of us ending up in this place if it hadn’t. [A shrug.] But we don’t really know what it was, do we? Don’t have anything but the word of strangers to explain it. And I’m keen to find out for myself what the truth is.
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    [personal profile] zauneyete 2022-11-01 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
    [ As if Silco would ever need a reason to target Caitlyn. She represented everything he's hated since he was a boy. ]

    My side of the story, hm? [ His tone is guarded. After all, there are very few who would have many stories to tell. As much as Silco sold himself as unpopular, he'd kept his actions to the shadows. He had sold out their allies in secret, and nobody had even known he'd sold Howl to the Regent. Even now. ]

    I do not need a drink to loosen up. [ No, Silco didn't loosen. He was tense as iron at all times, a knife ready to strike. ] Although I will hardly turn down a single one. I know what my limit is, and when to stop. [ Then, he smiled, almost... almost, pleasantly. It's not quite there, but it's close. As if he were following his advice.

    The look he achieves is a very sarcastic compliance.
    ]

    I ran a bar for many years. I'm well aware of what secrets one can find from loose lips.

    [personal profile] expiera 2022-11-01 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
    [Ciel blinks, and the confusion is palpable. Didn't the other girl just suggest 'sister' herself? She merely repeated what was previously thrown at her. It is enough to break her smile, she's left at a loss facing such a whiplash with seemingly no lead-up.]

    --Eh? I... What do you mean? You mentioned 'sister' already, just before! Miss, we just met...

    [She trails off with a pleading tone and takes half a step back from Jinx's leaning in, both her arms still full with holding onto the assortment of plushies she got dumped with. Please, she doesn't even know her name! 'Enforcer' is also a common enough term that it doesn't immediately make her think of anyone in particular, the lack of association just makes all this more bewildering than it already is. Where's the closest display bin in case these guys need an emergency unloading... But they're also starting to make a bit of a scene, aren't they...?]
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    [personal profile] zauneyete 2022-11-01 07:18 am (UTC)(link)
    [ The note of admiration is filed away. It seemed genuine, and while Silco could not ask for all three -- there was a very important sticking point that would have to be addressed in his own restrictions -- but he could likely find a way to get what he wanted out of it. To make sure that he could get what he wanted, without too much duress.

    He could imagine a world where a demon would give him the letter of what he wanted, and no further, and while he wasn't knowledgeable on demons, he could think of what he would do, had he all the power, and who had to be leashed to a... lesser being.

    And as Sebastian continued, he considered further.

    He did not think that he should like having a slave. It was the sort of fare of other cities and regions, and Silco...he may not hold much empathy, but... he knew what a good working relationship was like. He knew what made for loyalty, or at least not outright hostility. He was cruel, and selfish, yes. Of course he was. He was a Zaunite.

    Even still... he could imagine that treating Sebastian like less would... cause the demon to rankle.

    No, that would be unwise.
    ]

    Hm. Just gone. [ Well. Silco assumed that's what would happen to his soul in the end, anyway. That had been the plan all along. That it was complicated by new developments was not... something that Silco had dealt with yet, or a new plan. Single-minded pursuit of the goal had been on Silco's mind for some time.

    Perhaps that would be something he would think of. Much later.
    ]

    That's what I figured would happen, in the end anyway.

    [ A pause, and Silco stamped out his foul smelling cigar, before he looked at the demon. ]

    You've given me quite the...proposal to think about.

    I do hope you'll give me time to consider my... wish. We're in a new realm, after all, with new possibilities. I would hate to ask for something without experiencing a little more of our new home.

    ty, perfect! o7

    [personal profile] expiera 2022-11-01 07:21 am (UTC)(link)
    [Hrk... Oh well, no sense crying over spilled milk. Plus if she lets this eat at her, it's going to affect her performance. With a huff as she forces her mind to shift gear, Ciel does have the courtesy to nod in return before turning her back to the other blue-haired woman and resuming her very important promotional work.

    And geez, Caitlyn sure is a tough customer, huh? Ciel cited 3 hours not because she was trying to run away, but because she wanted to finish the job 100% with no loose ends left. Work is definitely more important than being punctual over meeting the whims of a (checks notes) ex-foe, so alas, once it's time, she won't be found at the storefront like earlier.

    It won't take much to locate her however, as she'll immediately be spotted if Caitlyn takes a moment to peek inside the shop. She's changed out of the kimono by then into regular civilian clothing, and is currently chatting up a middle-aged woman wearing an apron by the counter. They seem to be holding an amicable conversation... Will she wait, or make herself known?]
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    [personal profile] lifespanned 2022-11-01 07:56 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Well, if there's anything to be relieved about in the situation, it's that she was able to get her point across well to Lottie.... really, she's glad Lottie understands where she's coming from immediately. Not knowing that you're missing something precious is scarier than losing something that you can at least get back through time.

    Right? ]


    Well, I don't want to lose anything permanently. You don't think it wants us to chop off a hand or something, do you? I'm not doing that.

    [ While an attempt is made to keep her tone light, some tremors leak into her voice because... she can't really be certain that that isn't what the Dryad wants. The alternative is killing someone, right? That's a huge price to pay. She can't imagine it'd be satisfied with something totally painless, like cutting their hair. ]

    What if it was something we could grow back? Then we would get better eventually...! Like, um... our nails! We'd be able to survive that, wouldn't we?

    [ Every hot girl has experienced abruptly chipping or tearing a nail, which, while painful, can't be any more painful than losing a hand or a finger, right? Right...? Even all the scenes from horror flicks she's seen of girls having their nails peeled off don't ring in her mind, as she's simply preoccupied with trying to come up with an alternative to what she deems "real" bloodshed. ]

    [personal profile] expiera 2022-11-01 08:04 am (UTC)(link)
    [Too much... Isn't that contradictory when he was just saying how the familiar is nice, even if it may not necessarily be good? But fair enough, this... All this, is undeniably a lot.]

    That's true, it may be way too suddenly too. What do you think you could handle, as things stand and how you're feeling now?
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    rip...

    [personal profile] baltimores 2022-11-01 08:28 am (UTC)(link)
    [ It's weird to have an empathic connection with someone you're killing.

    Not a bad thing, necessarily. Just weird. But Dextera gives easily enough, as they'd all agreed to him doing; his body eventually slackening, until there's nothing left in it. He's limp, and Amos is holding a corpse, waiting for it to dissipate so he can then hold his shard, too.

    (Amos had been dead not too long ago. His shard had been held as people had worked to bring him somewhere where he could be brought back to life. They'd been friends; they'd been distressed, but they'd been friends, and he could feel every little bit of what they were feeling.

    Can Dextera feel the complete absence of emotions as his body begins to dissipate, as his shard ends up in Amos' hands? Hell if he knows.)

    He stares at the soul, blank, passively absorbing Hythlodaeus and the Archangel's words behind him. The former's respect; the latter's forgiveness, even with so much work to still be done.

    He really wants both for himself someday, too.

    Amos looks up when he feels the Archangel's hand on his shoulder, and wordlessly gives him Dextera's shard, simply sliding it from his palm to the Archangel's. He'd promised; he's fulfilling that promise; he's doing a good thing, here. ]


    Amos.

    [ To Archangel, to Hythlodaeus, with no emotion in his voice. He's just answering a question. It isn't shock at what he's done that's keeping things suppressed, it's just... he did it. It's over. They'll be out of here soon, and then they'll all be fine, Dextera included. Just like that. ]

    I don't mind. Anything I can do to help. [ If he took away the trauma of having to kill someone from those who don't like it, then he's done something good. The kind of thing that can be forgiven too, maybe. ] So long as you take care of him, until we can bring him back.

    [ Because he'd promised, and that's the most important element of all this — second only to the fact that within moments, they should be freed. ]