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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
    hauntedking: (17)

    [personal profile] hauntedking 2022-11-08 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
    One day, I'm sure I'll feel free to speak more on it.

    [ Dimitri smiles. ]

    For now... we have this new world to explore, do we not?
    galdorleod: ([black] calcifer)

    [personal profile] galdorleod 2022-11-08 07:48 pm (UTC)(link)
    It's no trick. It has changed.

    [ Howl, for his part, seems thoroughly confused, and provides that correction with some belief that it will work, because she must be mistaken. If it's true that she comes from a world with no magic, which is what she is implying with that last sputtering comment, then what reason does she have to mistrust it? Or, had she witnessed magic's misuse while in Horos?

    Howl sighs. With a snap of his fingers, the scrap of fur returns to its original color, and he tosses it back onto the rack.
    ]

    ...well, at least that provides some extra clarity. It seems it isn't Yima that you mistrust, but magic itself. But, madam, you ought to know that magic surrounds you in this world. Cyrus uses it too.
    warmare: (闇の中)

    [personal profile] warmare 2022-11-09 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
    [It’s not a trick, he says, but Hayame isn’t ready to debate what word she has chosen to attempt to describe taking one thing and then changing it into another.

    It’s just so… casual. So easy. Something that is unnatural, that should be a shift in the entire nature of the world is just… a weak looking man snapping his fingers. The fact that this doesn’t terrify everyone else is completely mind boggling to her, and yet… everyone else just seemed to accept it. They “learned” magic themselves from their shards, controlled elements, moved earth, made bodies reknit and heal unnaturally fast…

    So to think like that… It sometimes felt like everyone else was mad, or she was.

    But though she opens her mouth to refute that it is only magic she distrusts, to lay the accusations she has against that woman at his feet… He says something that reminds her of a conversation she’d had with a priest who knew magic… but not that much. If this man was an expert—]


    What kind of magic does he use?

    [The look on her face is… intense, to say the least.]
    epiprocta: (92)

    [personal profile] epiprocta 2022-11-09 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
    [ A part of him does, though. Does want to find out what the hell Vander would do if pushed a little further. He's never liked those holier-than-thou types, after all, and the prospect of getting this guy to drop that sanctimonious attitude is appealing, somehow, even if he'd have to pay the price for it. It must be terribly obvious that Gen is seriously considering egging Vander on a little further; his fingertips linger against the lapel of Vander's jacket for a moment, and his weight shifts subtly onto the balls of feet, like he's preparing to lunge. The sharp, focused look in his eyes is like that of a wild dog looking for a challenge.

    -- but in the end, a disapproving clear of the throat from the bartender has him looking over with a start, then backing away with a huff. ]


    ... whatever, old man.

    [ That contemptuous response is accompanied by a click of the tongue before Gen abruptly turns away to slink his way out of the bar.

    The only reason he's decided to retreat is because he still likes this bar, and picking a fight with some old man won't be worth getting banned from the place. But still -- he's sure as hell going to remember that guy's face in case they cross paths again in the future. See if he'll be as insufferably "mature" next time, too. ]
    warmare: (顧みる)

    🎁

    [personal profile] warmare 2022-11-09 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
    [Sophisticated magics.

    Hayame listens, and she tries to follow as well she can despite her utter ignorance of magics and how they worked. Such things were always the realm of children’s imaginations and men deep in their cups, to her, she had never wasted time imagining how magic might work if it was real. It just hadn’t been.

    But there were stories of course, of blind women who could speak to the dead, of prophets… To harness that into something so small? Something that could show her so many things, a world mistakenly halted and repeating the same fateful day over and over and over as if it might continue to do so until whatever piece had been removed from its gears was returned?

    And in the end, he says he does not know. Of course. She could never be so lucky as that. But in the absence of sureity…]


    What will you do… ?

    [Again, they are presented two choices, and this time-]

    Where will you go?
    settingup: (of a partnership)

    [personal profile] settingup 2022-11-09 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
    [ There's a twitch of the brow as the groves between them deepen, and all as his shoulders raise slightly while he keeps the tension there despite the subject change. A small and quiet way to say "I ain't agreeing to shit".

    Atsumu isn't always the easiest guy to get along with on his best days, and he hasn't had one of those in months now.
    ]

    Who'd wanna have that given what's goin' on anyway?

    [ Light conversation...

    Maybe eventually he'll learn to relax and let loose again, but he's still in the processing phase of this mess.
    ]
    exhound: (33)

    [personal profile] exhound 2022-11-09 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
    [The fading embers of his own anger soon give way to confusion that writes itself plain on his face. The Shard itself is barely even an afterthought in his mind now, so focused on the rapidly growing display of Jinx’s ire. He steps over it, one foot then another, drawing himself closer even as she does so as well. And then that single word rings out against the silence surrounding them and stops him in his tracks.]

    What?

    [Traitor? Why would she even think that, why look at him now with such anger and betrayal in her eyes? How did she even manage to find her way here, so frantic already before she even pushed her way through the crowds—

    And very slowly, through the haze of his faltering adrenaline and the swirling storm confusion and cooling anger, he begins to put the pieces together.

    He doesn’t like the picture that’s starting to form.

    Recognition and alarm replace the confusion on his face as she quickly pulls out and unpins her gadget. There is no doubt in his mind that now, much older and much more experienced, she must surely have perfected her tinkering skills in the gulf of missing years that stood between them. He needs to stop this before things get worse.]


    Powder, this is— [—mistake, big mistake using that name, and he knows it but there’s no undoing it, so he lets the rest of his words barrel on—] We shouldn’t be here, we need to go. And I can explain what this is, what he is.

    [Or was? Not permanently, and the truth of that hits him now, hard and fast, but it is the least urgent of his problems in this moment. Tick tick tick.]
    exhound: (09)

    [personal profile] exhound 2022-11-09 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
    [His shared history with Silco isn’t something he enjoyed dwelling on, and it’s an odd feeling to be explaining it, even with only scant detail, to someone now. He’s used to being surrounded by people who knew the score. The Black Lanes had been built from the ground up by the two of them, after all, and by necessity their falling out had been just about everyone’s business. No need to broach the subject, and no one foolish enough to dig it up and earn his ire.

    And frankly, until this moment, he thought it may have been well and truly behind him, at least as long as he remained in this world. So the thought that he would have to confront it all over again, now with the added wrinkle of exactly what Silco had done in those moments before Vander had been swept away to this place…

    He forces it from his mind.]


    Well, the sentiment’s appreciated. [He shakes his head, a brief flash of half of a conciliatory smile pulling at his lips.] But no need to apologize. Not like you could have known, right?

    [Still, he can’t help but sigh a bit as he straightens up. It’s a force of habit to adapt a relaxed posture when he feels that familiar stir of agitation. Had to learn to think about setting a good example, you see, and it’s a philosophy that carries over here.]

    Better to have the heads up, I suppose. Maybe if we’re lucky, we won’t run into each other for a while. Big place here and all, and I sure as hell know we’ll need that distance.

    [lol. lmao.]
    zauneyete: (Oh Lawd it's coming)

    [personal profile] zauneyete 2022-11-09 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
    [ His blue eye widened, to match his other, and he tipped his head. There's a bit of mockery in that, the way he looks surprised, that he would have to ask. ]

    Oh, you don't know what they are? [ He'd guessed there was one person who would say anything about Silco here -- at least until a few days later, and he gets to beef it thanks to other old enemies from his world -- and Caitlyn was one of those said enforcers. ]

    They're the authorities. Piltover's, more specifically. People who enforce the rules of a city disinterested in us unless we either make them profit, or we try to buck the yolk, as it were. Then they like to come down, maim or kill those of use who are causing any trouble, and then return to the clean air topside.

    [ The refused to even breathe their air. It wasn't good enough for them, but it was plenty good for the Zaunites, down in the fissures, wasn't it? ]

    They protect the moneyed interests of the city above, make sure we are... kept in line, kept quiet, and docile. [ Silco looked at him, with one eye eternally open. It's easy to imagine, with the punctuated consonants, that this man has experienced much of the... downsides to Piltover's authorities. ]
    cutlery: (isn’t that Prime Directive violation?)

    this thread is going to make me lose my fucking mind

    [personal profile] cutlery 2022-11-09 04:21 am (UTC)(link)
    [ iT'S NOT MATSUI DON'T LEARN ANYTHING FROM HIM ]

    [ Which, to that point... Sebastian nods with a serious, but thoughtful expression. He may be a bit better at blending in with humanity than Matsui is, but if there's any wonder if he's just as weird as Matsui when it comes down to it, well. ]


    So indeed. I was very impressed when I heard of the performances. [ His wording does imply that he got into the scene a bit on a whim, which isn't totally inaccurate, but. He's being vague to avoid explaining that he was technically kicked out of a concert and then learned more about it from prostitutes. You know! Normal things! AKI WHY IS KUROSHIT DOING THIS TO ME, PERSONALLY, ]

    Song, dance, and poetry has always been a way to convey stories and information, but this was an impressive development. It is much more cohesive, if I had to pick a word for it? An idol performance sticks in your mind far more.
    Edited (it's also loose because of the psychic damage) 2022-11-09 04:30 (UTC)
    superbshot: (Jaysus)

    [personal profile] superbshot 2022-11-09 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
    So it would seem, yes.

    [Caitlyn isn't...entirely sure she believes it'll be that easy, but for now it feels fair to give Cyrus and Yima the benefit of the doubt.]

    Have you visited Springstar yet?
    superbshot: (Over Shoulder)

    I'm assuming she's mostly finding out like, obvious stuff to a local.

    [personal profile] superbshot 2022-11-09 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
    Cooking is certainly a worthy thing to look up, though. A culture's food can tell you about them too.

    [Armchair anthropology is a hobby, apparently.]

    As for me...just some basics. Nothing too exciting, but interesting enough. Gives the city a little more context.
    superbshot: (Sky)

    [personal profile] superbshot 2022-11-09 05:54 am (UTC)(link)
    I'm hardly a soldier, let alone a resistance leader, but I made do. Mostly doing spy-work and logistics. I hope to never have to again, though.

    [One of the bonuses to having a more defined faction, here...]

    Have you thought about which side you feel is best for you?
    gravings: (027b)

    [personal profile] gravings 2022-11-09 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
    It's difficult... but sometimes it's very helpful too. Those parts, I didn't mind so much.

    [ She looks both ways before crossing the street even though there are no automobiles in this world. It's probably not much better getting run over by a horse and carriage. They're almost to the clinic, but she's oddly a little sad that it means she'll have to say goodbye to Matsui soon. ]

    Did you like being a soldier?
    superbshot: (Mischief)

    [personal profile] superbshot 2022-11-09 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
    [Caitlyn lets the older woman dote a little bit, amused by the overly familiar auntie-type's antics. It is a weird scene, almost comical, and the mischief-maker inside Cait isn't exactly worried about the consequences. It seems like she's stumbled on the strangely soft underside of the Church's most dangerous woman, doesn't it?

    She "Yes ma'am's" her way gracefully through the flurry of the proprietress's greetings and pleasantries, amused but also genuinely enjoying it. It's been entirely too long since she's done something like this, and there is a kind of little joy to it. Just like seeing Ciel smile, if she's being honest.]


    Of course not. This is quite nice.

    [She turns her attention back to Ciel and settles down across from her former...foe...turned whatever this is? Target of mischief? Friend? Victim? It's hard to really say.

    She flips through the menu quickly enough, and nods to Kana.]


    I'd like red-root tea, if you don't mind, miss?

    [And when the girl took Ciel's order and departed, Caitlyn turned to the other woman with the vaguest of smiles. No smirk, no...gloating or anything. Just a pleasant, if somewhat impish, expression.]

    This sort of place seems like it suits you quite well.
    superbshot: <user name=malagraphic> (Uncertain)

    [personal profile] superbshot 2022-11-09 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
    "That's...a pity."

    No memories to give? That's...something she hadn't expected to ever hear. What the hell?

    "I'm sorry you went through that."
    youngprodigy: (∝ the silence gets us nowhere)

    [personal profile] youngprodigy 2022-11-09 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
    I agree. Both cities are like to be focused on differing industries, as well. There's bound to be a wealth of information; it's about putting all of that information to use.

    [And that is precisely the sort of thing Cid likes to do.]

    It will involve plenty of travel between the two cities as we search for information, but I'm keen on making an airship, or something similar.
    youngprodigy: (⊅ there's a smell of stale fear)

    [personal profile] youngprodigy 2022-11-09 08:08 am (UTC)(link)
    Cid nods. It is what it is— he's alive. Emet-Selch is alive. Given they've both been pulled into two different realities within half a year, that they'd both been injured isn't surprising, even if it's obvious Emet-Selch was the one who suffered the worst injuries.

    "My memories from before I arrived in Horos as still clear. At the very least, I'm thankful for that."

    Though there's plenty for him to still worry about, it's not as though he awoke unsure of who he was. "We're both alive, and in far better shape than we otherwise could be."
    sanguinary: (fir trees)

    pretzels you with great exhaustion

    [personal profile] sanguinary 2022-11-09 09:00 am (UTC)(link)
    [STOP HE DOESN'T WANT CANDY IN HIS POCKETS HE'S NOT JIJI WITH HIS BUTTERSCOTCHES. Also he's not that sad, listen.]

    It means a lot to me.

    [It's a special sword, too! But only in the sense that it's like, nationally acclaimed and forged by a famous dude. Tragically, he isn't a sword imbued with spiritual powers.]

    I would like to get it back as quickly as possible, but I don't know how easy such a thing will be...
    sanguinary: (bloodshed)

    me reading toebeans as toblerone somehow and being like WHAT

    [personal profile] sanguinary 2022-11-09 09:01 am (UTC)(link)
    [Wow they are both so normal... Matsui's too busy climbing this ogre like a tree still to notice the fact that she's friendly fired on their last standing kunai friend a bit, which is probably good since he'd at least frown in disapproval.

    Instead, he's about halfway up the creature's back and trying not to get pawed off. Fortunately(???) it's soundly distracted - at least for the moment - by the fact that it's now getting charbroiled rudely. Helpfully, he'll even call down to her with:]


    All things are weak by the ankle!

    [Achilles really out here cursing all living things, huh.

    He's still continuing up and up, now nearing the shoulders, but will wait to launch himself at the thing's head until he sees whether or not she's actually going to try to fell it.]
    sanguinary: (hm...)

    [personal profile] sanguinary 2022-11-09 09:01 am (UTC)(link)
    I'm glad that you were able to find pieces within the work that you didn't dislike, then.

    [A little nod! He follows along after her without bothering to look both ways himself. Is it because he doesn't know what a car is? Because he has no fear of being smashed into pulp by a rogue horse?? A mystery.

    The question has him quieting for a moment, though - it's a considering silence, rather than anything discomforted.]


    ...I suppose that I have never been anything else. [In a way, it's true.] So I do not "like" or "dislike" it any more than a human likes or dislikes being human.
    sanguinary: (like a sapphire)

    HELP braincells rattling around, same

    [personal profile] sanguinary 2022-11-09 09:01 am (UTC)(link)
    [THEY'RE BOTH FUCKING ALIENS AND SEBASTIAN COMES FROM A WEIRD AND ALIEN WORLD.

    But at least they can... for some reason... genuinely bond over an interest in idols........ This is it. This is the life they and thus we lead now.]


    It does, that much is true. Though song, dance and poetry all have their own beauty and merits, there is certainly something to be said about the... "glamor" of an idol's stage.

    [Even if he's still talking like an alien, he smiles in a way that does have some genuine fondness. Those are some of his happiest recent memories!! Just singing and dancing with comrades, and then performing for an audience. It's the little things in life.]

    Moreover, it gives the audience something more to engage with. As much as I enjoy more traditional expressions of art, they are very reserved by comparison.
    cutlery: (don't forget to rewind the DVD)

    [personal profile] cutlery 2022-11-09 03:16 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ His smile stays lightly apologetic, but he nods agreeably ]

    May you have that good luck, then. Truly with any luck, it should not be so hard, since Mr. Silco did not strike me as the most sociable, admittedly…

    [ If Sebastian’s guess is correct about who Vander is in the story that he’s piecing together, he does agree that it’s likely best if they stayed apart for a while, though he’s still underestimating the scale of the grudge at the moment. He imagines it just being two men coming to blows, so it’ll be quite the surprise later for it to turn to immediate murder. Good for them, though, since unsurprisingly the resident demon is all for that kind of escalation.

    He has enough of interest about Silco already, so there’s no need to dig further within this conversation, he feels. So, as he’s brought down the mood a bit more than he expected, he also puts effort back into lightening it again. The apologetic smile shifts to one that’s a warmer. ]


    Well, as home offers rather dour points of conversation, let us look to the present and future instead, hm? [ He nods as he looks back to the lanterns before them, and now that the conversation is lightening a bit, he does reach out to inspect them, since he is curious. Most are fairly typical, made for fire or gas, but a few are made to hold magical enchantments instead, and those catch his eye more. ]

    Rude awakening aside, how have you find the two cities? Have you found you prefer one to the other so far?
    sterngaze: (neutral: pensive)

    [personal profile] sterngaze 2022-11-09 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)
    [In lieu of any actual certainty about whether Sebastian is joking or not, Liem simply gives a slight incline of his head.]

    Red can be quite a bold and fetching accent.

    [It wouldn't be his personal choice, but then he isn't from Hell. He wonders what significance, if any, Sebastian's self-proclaimed age might suggest among demons from his world. Some amount of canniness at the very least, he'd expect.

    He has to think about Sebastian's question. He asks about Liem's world, but that could result in some misleading ideas about Golarion, depending on the answer.
    ]

    Not in the area I was from, [he says after a pause.] But my allegiances toward the end of my time there led me into conflict with unscrupulous people: those who would readily align themselves with such beings. It was not civil war, exactly, but the fate of the throne was in question, so resources were used to their utmost.
    cutlery: please do not take! (too bad mirrors aren't real)

    [personal profile] cutlery 2022-11-09 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Sebastian makes a disappointed noise of his own, but it’s playfully so in the face of her verdict that he is, in fact, a cheater. He gives a helpless shrug as if to say either “fair enough” (probably, anyways), but nods. ]

    Well, not on purpose, I assure you…

    [ Ah, but she’s making the leap after all? He’s surprised, but a little bit delighted, since this is absolutely an occasion for him to show off, probably. He extends his hand towards her elegantly in a gesture that seems more like he’s asking for a dance with his overall appearance, but there’s an easy confidence in his smile. He won’t let her fall. ]