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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

    [personal profile] expiera 2022-11-02 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
    [Oh, she has a knife.

    That revelation earns... less of a surprise than the outburst. The look Jinx first gets is blank, and once the light returns to her eyes a second later, Ciel proceeds to shift her body sideways just enough to put the fluffy gang down. She maintains eye contact with her apparently very volatile new acquaintance throughout, hands also visible by the edge of the display bin after freeing her charges. This certainly escalated quickly...]


    Goodness... I should be asking you, miss. I never told anyone here that I've been with the church before, and I haven't been so insistently called 'sister' since. How did you know?

    [She seems quite composed otherwise, maybe this semblance of calm is also what's keeping increasingly more alarmed shoppers and staff members at bay. Definitely no need for immediate help.]
    exhound: (44)

    [personal profile] exhound 2022-11-02 06:16 am (UTC)(link)
    [Vander followed him down, not giving him a moment to recuperate, no time to collect his wits enough for a more precise strike with that knife. For a moment, he forgot that they were in plain view of onlookers in the market. He could only see that dreadful day years ago, two much younger men struggling alone in filthy waters. And for once, he didn’t dismiss the old memory.

    Both hands regained a steady grip on Silco, firm and tight and angry, determined not to let him slip from his grasp now that the advantage leaned so heavily in his favor. The knife wounds stung anew with each beat of his heart, but he dismissed it, dismissed the way his enemy made a feeble attempt at fighting back. Vander gave him a taste of his own tactics, slamming his head forward in a headbutt. He hissed at the mutual pain, knowing it would rattle his already faltering opponent much more.

    And hoping the move would cause his struggling to falter just long enough, Vander moved to attempt to put him in a choke hold. Leaned in as he spoke, voice a low rumble:]


    I’ll show you the strength you miss so much.
    kabooming: (🤨🙍‍♀️)

    [personal profile] kabooming 2022-11-02 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
    [ now that they're upright, she's taking a moment to take in their surroundings; it's not exactly what she was expecting, and anyone in this situation might pay some mind to figuring out what the hell just happened to them,

    ...she's like whatever, though! and his quip steals her attention from where she had been toeing the root that had been severed from her spine at their feet (gross??), gracelessly snort-laughing. ha, ]


    Hmmmm... If I think real hard, maybe something'll come to me...

    [ --ah, but that reminds her: she is abruptly patting herself down, noticing she's still bereft all her precious shinies and go-booms. man... MAN, ]

    The tree robbed me, Silco.

    [ ok it probably didn't but like

    where is her stuff?? not here. that's a problem. ]


    Do you KNOW how rude that is? Like asking us to give it a hand wasn't bad enough...? [ an exasperate noise, an equally exasperated gesture, and she begins roaming in a random direction.

    where is she going? she doesn't know, but it's A Direction and now she's Going There, ]
    warmare: (侮る)

    [personal profile] warmare 2022-11-02 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
    [Hayame hated the Kenoma for their association with the Regent, the person who had claimed responsibility for the destruction of her world. Even though she'd spent almost all her energy denying to herself that such a thing could even be true, she despised them for the claim, and the Kenoma for following, no matter what motivations they might have.

    But there was a part of her that knew she didn't belong with the Pleroma. Every time they talked about hope, she knew. If that priest had not been there, willing to take the brunt of her desperate anger and despair, patient enough to wait for her to tire and then lead her into the light... She would have gone to the only place she'd known, and sunk into the dark.

    Instead, she's here, in yet another impossible world, surrounded by people apparently far more willing to let bygones be bygones than she was, and so what- What is she supposed to do?]


    ... It is a sacred text.

    [She answers the question, even though her expression is frozen in that vicious, cornered look, as if she's afraid to relax a single moment or reveal a weakness even when answering questions about a book.]

    Belonging to a god called Abadar.

    [Something she had sworn to keep safe, in Verena, and had, even after the original owner's throat had been slit in front of her eyes, but when she woke up in this place-]

    - I need it.

    [She wanted it. One of the only things she'd ever "owned". Something she'd promised to a dead man to keep safe. So if this Kenoma was going to play magnanimous.........]
    zauneyete: (i hate everyone)

    [personal profile] zauneyete 2022-11-02 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
    [ He had something to say -- Silco always did, but it came out as a desperate rasp for air instead. He fought with his feet, trying to find purchase -- his fingers dropped the knife, once he had only one hand with which to desperately claw at Vander's arm, to try and find purchase, to fight to find a way out.

    His fingers are already uncoordinated, and his feet slid on the ground, as he tried to fight for air.

    His head throbbed from the headbutt, and there's bleeding at his nose now, the trickle is unpleasant, but he can do little more than suffer through it. His fingers clawed desperately at Vander's arm, trying to peel it away so he can get a breath of air, but the man is, and always has been, bigger and stronger than him. Now he can't even -- he can't muster the strength to even use his power, a send-off to the man to remind him who got the last word.

    Silco can't even make any, and his eyes slowly started to roll. With his dead hand, he tried to jab his elbow into Vander's middle mass, but it's weak, and ineffective, pinned between Vander and the ground, he choked out another sound that could have been words, but it's hard to tell --
    ]
    gravings: (043)

    [personal profile] gravings 2022-11-02 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Gray allows herself to be batted in the face, only backing off once she's sure Mordred's swallowed everything. She plops down between her two companions, rather transparently so that she can attempt to get between any fights that may break out between them. But instead of breaking up a fight, she just ends up breaking Mordred's descent; she ignores the death threat on Eustace as she attempts to prop Mordred up. Gray holds firm for three seconds before she too teeters over, causing her to drape onto Eustace like a drunk domino. The short burst of adrenaline that powered her over to the vials and back has officially been spent. ]

    If they weren't antidotes...

    [ Then? She struggles to even think of it. If they're dying after all, will they come back like they would have on Horos? If they don't come back, then might they just die and become ghosts? That thought, as fleeting and illogical as it is, sends an uncontrollable shiver through her, and she squeezes feebly at the arms of Eustace and Mordred on either side of her. ]

    Not yet. No dying...

    [ But maybe yes to napping, because she's starting to feel incredibly drowsy. ]
    kabooming: (🤔)

    [personal profile] kabooming 2022-11-02 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
    [ there is something about the shift in his eyes that has her suddenly focusing on his face much more intensely; abruptly, she's looking down at the street below as if her attention were called inexplicably elsewhere as if she'd heard someone calling her name. there's a tightness in her shoulders before Sebastian answers her question... and her attention drifts back to him--

    his eyes are no longer changed in color, and Jinx is slowly easing. ]


    So, then... [ by simple reasoning and deduction here, the equation is pretty simple. ] You're saying I could be your Master. Technically speaking. If you carry the extra zero, squint really hard, and wonder what a soul is really about, you know?

    [ she is speaking a little too fast, her inflection a bit flighty and almost nervous. ]

    You do know? I mean, you wouldn't collect a soul if you didn't know what it was for, that would be stupid.
    zauneyete: (Sword of Damocles)

    [personal profile] zauneyete 2022-11-02 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
    [ But the Manor was that --

    Silco just about said something, but perhaps it's better to let Jinx walk off her steam first, before he took her back to all the chaos, new information, and Silco figured the longer that Jinx was out here, burning off her energy, complaining about her bombs was a few more minutes that Silco didn't have to get down to explaining everything.

    Sometimes, he worried that he had gone mad, with how some of it went. How it all sounded.
    ]

    I know. [ He said, with a roll of his eyes. ] They don't even have the decency to give you anything to replace it, either. Good thing we still have our hands. [ He waved his, experimentally.

    It was faster than the last time he'd regrown one.
    ]

    If you want to kill it later, we can come back and take care of it.

    [ He's a real stand-up dad, that Silco. ]
    baltimores: (068)

    [personal profile] baltimores 2022-11-02 07:56 am (UTC)(link)
    [ It is weird it's happened multiple times now, isn't it? But eh — if that's just life now, then that's just life now. Doesn't have to be a whole thing.

    He watches her as she makes her way on down (oh good, he can stop craning his neck, that's welcome). And it's as that thought is going through his head that she's suddenly thrown herself around him, and for a second, Amos freezes, thrown off by the action. He blinks, waiting for both mind and body to catch up, before moving an arm around her in return. She's tiny; feels like he only needs the one. ]


    Hey, spitfire. [ And as he looks over, he catches that tear on his shoulder again. Shit, she really did a number with something so tiny. ] You done blowing stuff up today, you think? Or are you trying to undo reality one little bomb at a time?

    [ Which, that's cool and all, but maybe not on him next time?? ]
    baltimores: (103)

    [personal profile] baltimores 2022-11-02 08:02 am (UTC)(link)
    Couple of times now. [ Amos holds up a hand, ticking off his fingers one by one. ] First, I was on Earth when it got hit by a bunch of rocks, so that was a whole apocalyptic kind of thing. I had a couple of my people with me then, but then I found out the universe died, so it just kinda seemed like the next thing that was gonna happen. [ The shrug is in his voice; a planet died and then a universe died, so whatever at that point, right? ] And then that universe I was in died, and now I'm here.

    [ Alone, technically, but it isn't really something he's thinking about. Amos sits up a little straighter as he lets his hand fall back down to the bartop. ]

    Kinda used to it at this point. I mean, not like I'm rushing to go through this again, but I figure if I do, then not like I got any control over it. If I don't, then either things finally settled, or I'm dead. Which, I mean... not like I got any control over it then, either.

    [ Which isn't the best thought, but, eh. He leans a little more towards Vander, mostly sober, natural feelings on full, earnest display. ]

    Only so much you can do, right? It's like you said. Sure, you missed out on time with your people, but you got 'em here now. Better to focus on that instead of pining for something you can't change.

    [ Amos sits up a little straighter again, mostly so he can take another drink. Starting to run a little low, but that's fine by him. ]

    Only thing any of us really do have control over is whether we keep putting one foot in front of the other, so that's what I'm gonna do.
    baltimores: (048)

    [personal profile] baltimores 2022-11-02 08:04 am (UTC)(link)
    [ If controlled.

    As the words come out of Silco's mouth, Amos finds he isn't sure how he feels about them. Yes, he's better when he's controlled, but who's controlling him matters quite a bit. That's why he spends time, he makes sure he chooses the right person. It had been nice not having to worry about that back where he was originally from; it had also been nice, feeling Yima fill that hole for him in a surprisingly familiar way — a way that should probably be hers, and hers alone.

    ... Unless Silco is delegating for her.

    Huh.

    There's no emotion conveyed across his face; he's thinking about it, is all. And he finds he can't disagree, so he nods.

    He's a threat to everybody else otherwise.

    And, all that handled, Amos steps aside, arm loosely gesturing towards the end of the shelves for Silco. That's the way out, so... ]


    Sure thing. Gotta figure out how to build adequate bombs here, right? [ Or whatever other kind of weapons he was looking at. ] I'll see you around.

    [ Around where indeed... ]
    baltimores: (061)

    [personal profile] baltimores 2022-11-02 09:07 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Sloooow blink.

    Amos is silent for a moment as he does his best to digest all of that information. The fact that Cid knows it sounds ridiculous, but says it anyway... seems to believe it... it's not that different from their recent life experiences of being catapulted across universes, so it's entirely plausible, but...

    ...

    He's just gonna skip past all that, actually. ]


    I dunno if prayers are gonna work as a fuel source here. [ Or anywhere else compared to where Cid came from. ] If it was being built by non-engineers for that long though, and then some engineers get their hands on it and get it up and running within a matter of days? Then it's probably possible to come up with something here. I mean, I worked more as a mechanic, but...

    [ But that's getting too technical, at least for right now. Not like he can't suit up as an engineer, too.

    He sticks out his hand. ]


    Name's Amos.
    baltimores: (042)

    [personal profile] baltimores 2022-11-02 09:11 am (UTC)(link)
    [ He doesn't quite smile, but there's a sense of joviality to his eyes when he meets Hythlodaeus' at being his new willing partner. Just because he isn't always so talkative himself doesn't mean he's got a problem with anyone who is; really, sometimes that just means they make for an easy pair to kill time together.

    He doesn't pay much mind to how his gaze falls on his hands. Killing Dextera was long enough ago already, and turns out it wasn't even actually real; it's out of sight, out of mind. For all Amos knows, Hythlodaeus is just noting the way he holds his mug — so he takes another swig, fully willing to continue along with his good humour.

    Something nice about a good drink with good company while it's brisk outside and you're warm inside. ]


    Found some people from the last world I was in. [ He says it nonchalant, just making smalltalk, but they also do mean a fair bit to him. The kind of people he'd die for, rather than kill someone else for. Tried to, even if they wouldn't let him. ] And there's Yima, too. I dunno if I'd say if she runs the place, or that these are her lands, but... something like that. She looks out for her people; she's a good person.

    [ There's a degree of fondness to his voice; of trust, maybe even something akin to love. And then it's gone, moving right along. ]

    There are some gardens here, too. And bathhouses? I've never been in one of those before — it's warm as fuck. Feel like I could spend all day there sometimes.

    [ Not the first time he's had such a thought. ]
    sanguinary: (sweaty)

    [personal profile] sanguinary 2022-11-02 09:22 am (UTC)(link)
    In the meantime... I am sure that merely adjusting will take a lot of time and attention.

    [Exhausting! He still needs to find a place to take a damn bath.]
    sanguinary: (your time is up)

    [personal profile] sanguinary 2022-11-02 09:22 am (UTC)(link)
    [He just nods in understanding...]

    It's difficult to keep up with the number of things they say and do.
    sanguinary: (observer)

    [personal profile] sanguinary 2022-11-02 09:22 am (UTC)(link)
    [Chances are he'd have managed to get lost even with street names anyway, somehow... But!! With her sandwich finished, he'll just pick up his half-drunk cup to return the rest to the counter before giving her a nod.]

    If you would lead the way, then, I will be sure to follow.

    [At a normal distance, even! He's had practice with walking alongside humans!]
    sanguinary: (fir trees)

    also crawls back after akiween..... wild times

    [personal profile] sanguinary 2022-11-02 09:22 am (UTC)(link)
    [HELP this really is how it is sometimes, damb.

    Anyway since the private Sebastian joke for Sebastians only naturally flies over his head, he just focuses on the rest of that normal statement, holding up a gentle hand in polite dismissal.]


    That would normally be correct. [Except swords are fucking weird and most of their names are just Two Last Names™. More importantly:] You may simply refer to me as Matsui, or Matsui Gou. Whichever you prefer. [There are so many gotdam Gous on the loose.]

    I have found bookish people to be capable of very good conversation, in any case. They have much to talk about.
    sanguinary: (your time is up)

    [personal profile] sanguinary 2022-11-02 09:22 am (UTC)(link)
    [THEIR PARENTAL SUPERVISION...

    Matsui apparently has nothing to say one way or another about three Japanese teenagers being coincidental, only humming lightly. As for the rest:]


    I am used to the year that I hail from being much farther ahead than most.

    [Y'know, considering [redacted] happened in his world and all. Also the whole time traveling schtick - you're always years and years ahead of everyone you talk to, then!]

    Still, things aren't so different then, I think... At least where I live. I would go so far as to say that many of your time might consider our way of living quite rustic.
    sanguinary: (stables)

    [personal profile] sanguinary 2022-11-02 09:22 am (UTC)(link)
    [There's just a little hum in response to her first observation - a quiet little noise that lacks either negative or positive connotation.

    But once she plucks the flower from her hair and holds it out, his eyes widen just a little in curiosity. He leans in just a little to get a good look, but makes no move to touch it.]


    I can see why such a pure white would end up being associated with the moon... Certainly at night, they're even lovelier, like the moon on a lake. [Then, after a moment of consideration:] The shape of it reminds me of a lily.
    sanguinary: (requiem)

    puts my muppet crimes under the carpet what muppet crimes

    [personal profile] sanguinary 2022-11-02 09:23 am (UTC)(link)
    [THE (??) IS THE VIBE RIGHT NOW or it would be if he wasn't distracted by the tone of her question. Hm. Earnest questions deserve earnest answers, right? Rather, just about everything he does is done in earnestness BUT LISTEN.]

    Mm... It's always better to draw blood with one's own blade. [Regardless of whether or not it's FUN. (All swords have at least a little fun in battle except maybe like one but again, listen......)] But I would not be so reckless as to use another without knowing such a thing was 'alright'. Even a blade without a mouth has a will, after all. I won't impose mine over theirs.

    [Philosophical sword... hours... that Jinx didn't ask for but got anyway...]

    Come, let us go. I will make do.

    [WITH WHAT.]
    sanguinary: (burning inside my lungs)

    no worries, i hope u had fun!!

    [personal profile] sanguinary 2022-11-02 09:23 am (UTC)(link)
    [On one hand, he doesn't react like this is a foreign term, if only because he himself is a youkai of sorts - a creature that most assuredly doesn't exist to most humans outside of their own legends, just like any other inhuman thing.

    On the other hand, he immediately says:]
    I see... The Matsui clan... At that time, they would be in Shinano, just south. Even so, if human envoys were sent to you... Existences like you or I don't interact with humans, in the world that I know.

    [There is perhaps the faintest, faintest hint of something in his tone which indicates that he knows this is not the reaction she was hoping for. He's nothing if not honest, though.]
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    [personal profile] warmare 2022-11-02 09:32 am (UTC)(link)
    [She is torn, half upright and half down. A part of her, the part that listened to the whispers in the ground and the rustling of the flowers, wants just to lay her head back down and rest, to close her eyes and wait for that distant voice to solidify. Another part of her refuses to be weak, to let herself be caught vulnerable, and is urged to get back onto all four hooves, to not let herself be caught when she is in such a disadvantaged position. For a jinba, their powerful bodies were weapons... but on their bellies, they lost precious time regaining footing.]

    I never asked for your worry.

    [The edge of an animal, cornered and on-guard, remains, even as she stills, watching him carefully for any indication that she needs to throw herself into the awkward physical movements required to haul herself back up that quick.

    But then he asks if she's injured, and though a part of her knows that he must mean... from something in this field, some "danger" there... she almost laughs. The sound doesn't come out right, it's jilted and self-deprecating, but she can't stop herself... from finding it ironic that the stretch of her lips to even attempt a disdainful laugh stretches the makeshift eyepatch over the left side of her face, the bandages stained slightly with serum and blood.]
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    [personal profile] baltimores 2022-11-02 09:49 am (UTC)(link)
    [ It'd be a hell of a thing if it ever became personal between the two of them.

    But that's hardly where they're at now; certainly not when he really could use a good meal considering what he was just doing, and certainly not when the two of them are both on the same page just like that. Food's great. Why not get food?

    Amos brightens as Ciel perks up, as she lists what she knows of already. ]


    Tells me they got a lot of stuff here — [ obviously — ] but that maybe fusion ain't as common as I'm used to. Huh... maybe European, if you know anywhere with something really filling. I know it's been something like half a year already, but wasn't exactly a whole lot of baking being done up in space. Can't get enough of it now.

    [ He really is game for whatever, but sometimes it's truly the little things, an ongoing process of rediscovering foods you thought would never be a part of your regular diet but here they are... ]

    [personal profile] expiera 2022-11-02 09:52 am (UTC)(link)
    [The other side of the coin is not so different, however. What were the Kenoma supposed to do? What would anyone have them do? Continue trying to destroy all worlds? Antagonize the Pleroma over forces they are no longer beholden to in this world? And for what? They're so weak, small, and powerless on their own. Unharmonized as she is, she's especially well placed to tell.

    It's all so pointless. Can they really not put that energy towards something more productive than antagonizing each other? It's what compels Ciel to change the subject, which does appear to have some effect. If she may feel relieved however, it doesn't show on her face. She simply grows more pensive, taking the information in.]


    A religious text...

    [That has nothing to do with the jinba's home world, if she were to chance a guess. With how confused and flustered Hayame looked when she first asked, the Japanese sound of her name, and all the rumors that went around back in Achamoth, she did not give the impression of being a pious or studious woman. And if it's not for her, then it has to be for someone else. They just woke up on Kenos recently, that shouldn't have been enough time for her to develop a sudden interest in a different culture. Plus knowing the title of the book and what it's about without actually having it, wouldn't that imply she's learned of its existence from someone else? In which case... Could that person be be someone who's been on Horos, someone Ciel may also be acquainted with?

    --Ah, but she's letting her thoughts get away from her. None of this conjecture will help them accomplish Hayame's goal any faster.]


    I would try a different building, the one closest to Heliopolis. That hall there is dedicated to the study of religion, deities, and mythologies from all worlds, the library inside also has plenty of books about the topic. I found a copy of the Bible there earlier this week, a religious book from my world.

    [She can't guarantee it, so she makes no promise. But after having spent a day touring the academic district to get a general idea of its layout, the place that specializes in studying faith does seem like the best bet for looking up sacred texts from other worlds.]
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    [personal profile] baltimores 2022-11-02 09:54 am (UTC)(link)
    [ His grin just widens. ]

    Shit, right? Imagine if there was a super genius here. They could probably invent all kinds of stuff. Dishwashers, vacuum cleaners, maybe a blender...

    [ Amos reaches for his tea then, drawing the thought out with a long sip, enough to drain what's left. It was still kinda warm, after all; he got it at the right time.

    And also he feels amazing. The tea, the bath, the company.

    Now that his mug is spent, he sets it back down, away from the bath's edge. ]


    ... Wonder if anyone'll ever get around to that, or if we're doomed to the dark ages forever. Guess we may never know, huh?

    [ Or is he already trying to think of how to put some of this together? Who knows, but there's definitely an alertness in that grin he's sporting. ]