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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
    sanguinary: (hehe)

    [personal profile] sanguinary 2022-11-13 09:43 am (UTC)(link)
    [Somehow... this laughter is so familiar to him........ Truly, why do all immortals with even the smallest of shitheaded streaks have That Laugh™.]

    Ah... It's a surprise that it managed to hold out well, if that is the founding emotion behind it. Rather, I would be surprised to see the momentum you enjoyed at the start become a sustained thing.

    [He's underestimating the power of Ciel's pettiness, but Ciel is also underestimating the absolute soul-crushing insanity and intensity of the true modern idol life... GRUDGE ALONE CAN'T SUSTAIN IT. Only capitalism can.]

    I wonder if it would be too much to ask if you may show me some of your choreography...?

    [IT'S THE LIBRARY. Nothing is sacred to a sword.]
    sanguinary: (their regret sways)

    [personal profile] sanguinary 2022-11-13 09:44 am (UTC)(link)
    [sweatily gestures in sword musicals don't worry about it]

    I will sing for you, if you wish to hear it.

    [No dancing though because he only knows idol dances and that truly just looks ridiculous without all the flashing lights, costumes, backup dancers and fellow singers... But a song is definitely something he can do, and he does love to sing.

    But oop, here they are! Matsui gives the door a look before turning his attention back to Gray. He inclines his head forward, the smile still just barely there.]


    Thank you for your consideration, Gray. I hope you will allow me to make it up to you someday.
    superbshot: <user name=malagraphic> (Talk Sincere)

    [personal profile] superbshot 2022-11-13 08:59 pm (UTC)(link)
    "Oh...it's...back? It's fine. I think that the Dryad was simply trying to trick us, if I am being completely honest."

    She remembers briefly not being able to recall it, but now it's back, clear as day.
    superbshot: <user name=malagraphic> (Focusing)

    [personal profile] superbshot 2022-11-13 09:20 pm (UTC)(link)
    I did go, yes. I thought I'd see which city suited me more.

    [Her eyes drift a little, out towards the street.]

    I think Springstar is more familiar. It reminds me of home, with the technology...but Highstorm's got a lot of positive things going for it, too.
    superbshot: <user name=malagraphic> (Gloomy)

    [personal profile] superbshot 2022-11-13 09:23 pm (UTC)(link)
    I...yes. That's certainly something.

    [She pulls her own out from inside her shirt, hanging from a leather necklace.]

    I'm leaning that way. Frankly, Meridian feels less...final? Like there's a ledge that can be walked back from, if things start seeming like they aren't right.
    superbshot: (Talk Hopeful)

    [personal profile] superbshot 2022-11-13 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
    I never assumed you weren't capable of participation in normal circumstances.

    [Caitlyn's smile never wavers, and it's genuine enough. Honestly she'd have been more surprised if Ciel wasn't capable of normal interaction. She seemed, other than the insane despair thing, like someone that had her head on straight.]

    It was simply an observation, and I meant it as a compliment. Perhaps a little bit as an ice-breaker, too.

    [The drinks arrive then, Kana slipping up at that moment and setting down cups. Caitlyn nods to the younger woman, who grins back before departing with a sidelong and decidedly teasing glance at Ciel.]

    It's nice to see you, up and about.
    settingup: (i don't get involved)

    [personal profile] settingup 2022-11-13 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Ah.... Atsumu turns to look away from Dimitri now. ]

    Dunno. I never had to ask for somethin' after my whole world ended before.

    [ He tries to keep his voice flat when he says that.

    Tries is the key word. More emotion seeps into his words than he'd like.
    ]
    sterngaze: (neutral: dry)

    [personal profile] sterngaze 2022-11-14 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
    [Liem considers the picture that Sebastian paints of his world, trying to imagine what such a place would be like. He wonders how many other things about that world would be totally alien to him, if the demons and devils of that place were shy enough to hide their existence almost entirely from the world’s mortal inhabitants. Did the people there know of magic? Did they have contact with their gods? He cannot imagine growing up in such a place.]

    No… that would never have been possible on Golarion. Such knowledge was too wide-reaching to be hidden.

    Though none of the fiends I fought made their existences a matter of public spectacle. You would be right to assume that most people still never knowingly met one.

    [Their talents had been used in other ways—to sow despair and ensure the disappearance of inconvenient people. But all had proven quite willing to show their more brutal side when confronted.]

    Is that why you prefer to wear that shape? To preserve your anonymity?
    settingup: (running to the waves below)

    [personal profile] settingup 2022-11-14 12:52 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Adults pass out wisdom because they've lived through the same nonsense that kids are currently going through--

    Okay, maybe not exactly what Atsumu is going through right now, but certainly the longer you live, the more rough the conditions you live in, the higher your chances are of going through a truly traumatic event. That someone would be able to apply the unfortunately hard earned knowledge of rough past experiences to this current one isn't at all inconceivable.

    But kids, teens in particular, they're pretty infamous for thinking that no one can possibly understand what is going on with them even under normal circumstances, much less extenuating likes like this.

    Vander is offering some good advice right now, but as Atsumu watches him walk away with a tight and guarded expression, it's hard to tell if he'll end up taking that to heart or not.
    ]
    pyojeol: (pic#15899075)

    soots u

    [personal profile] pyojeol 2022-11-14 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
    [i hate this bc ur right lemon is her fave candy flavor]

    Shouldn't you at least tell me that it won't happen...

    [She grumbles for a moment, then writes "accept the turbulence of fate" down.]

    You know what we should do? We should find the greater forces and then beat the shit out of them. [WHY]
    exhound: (02)

    [personal profile] exhound 2022-11-14 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
    [It is an odd feeling, such an echo of the past that this moment represents. There has been nothing but a deluge of new and unfamiliar experiences since awakening in this world, and at times it is almost a struggle not to simply flounder against the tide of it all.

    Part of him is scared too. Scared that he might not have all the answers, or that the gulf of missing years now between them would prove to be something monumental to overcome. But he has to put that aside for now, just take in the moment for what it is. Funny, how much comfort there is to be found in the act of offering it to another. Even if the circumstances are strange and hard to navigate, for just this moment, they can at least let themselves have this. The familiar comfort of each other’s presence.

    He starts to pull away, but only just enough that he can crouch down on one knee and bring himself closer to eye-level. Keeps his gaze steady on hers as he places a warm hand on her shoulder.]


    I know. Things might be different, but we got ourselves a second chance here, don’t we? We’ll figure it out. Together.
    exhound: (47)

    [personal profile] exhound 2022-11-14 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
    [Her words hit hard and fast like a dagger to the chest—a different sort of pain than the stinging of his arms, but a much more potent one. Very suddenly, he is feeling the weight of those missing years in a way he hasn’t yet in the week since he arrived here. Before, it had been somewhat baffling and somewhat sad, yet still something he could contend with. But seeing her here, changed from the innocent and eager young girl he remembers, to… this? To someone who would turn against him to defend Silco, of all people?

    It hits harder than he ever could have expected.

    That unrecognizable fury in her eyes almost makes him feel like he’s looking at a stranger. And she only hammers it home further when she carelessly tosses that grenade of hers aside and right into the gathered crowd. The pleading retort he has dies on his tongue—there’s no time for words now, only a crestfallen look shot her way before he goes running after it.

    The onlookers have already begun backing up a tad in confused apprehension, but the sight of the Shard-bearer central to the violent display put on just moments ago barreling toward them is enough to really light a fire under them. He hardly has to shout, Move!, before they start clearing out in earnest.

    And it’s enough to give him just enough space to go after the frantically ticking object, reaching out for it as the noise reaches a crescendo—]
    zauneyete: (Menacing)

    [personal profile] zauneyete 2022-11-14 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Silco's mouth moved, when he asked, as if to ask may he what -- but Set was faster, in to touch his face, and compliment him. Fingers against his scar -- that is far more intimate than Silco ever allows -- and he reached up, bold in his quest for control, as even as Set complimented him, he slapped his hand away, and took a step back.

    He isn't the type.
    ]

    I would not let Yima touch my scar. Do not do that again.

    [ He said, his tone was sharp, angry. For all that he complimented him and his resolve, Silco was a man who did not let others close. He was ever controlled, ever in the position of power, and this person, who spoke of him like he was a mere speck that drew his fancy...Like something beneath him, that had performed a trick for his pleasure.

    Silco was angry, just from that. He ran a hand through his hair, and took another step back for good measure. Not retreating, but adding distance to their conversation.
    ]

    To your question, there is no victory here. Zaun is gone, and that will not change. It is not freedom, it is only a... new leash to keep us here. Whether you're willing to recreate it, like Meridian thinks you can, or destroy it, eventually, we all serve one, don't we?

    I know that recreating the world I'm from holds no interest, if I were even inclined. Instead, I'll destroy every single one of them, all of those worlds, because none of them are mine. And then, at the end, if it's oblivion, then what does it matter?

    [ It actually did matter, now. Now Silco had one thing more important than oblivion. He doesn't say that, though. Nobody had the right to know about his daughter. ]
    cutlery: please do not take! (is the ref wearing one too?)

    [personal profile] cutlery 2022-11-14 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
    [ the good news is ciel is also a capitalist and you know he would have continued that scheme and made all of those boys drop out of school to work for him if his pesky brother hadn’t shown up!! ..Or I mean tbh yana forgot about that plot thread for now so they may, in fact, still be dancing, ]

    [ ANYWAYS, on the definitely much more serious front (?!), Sebastian nods along and even chuckles as he thinks about his insane little master, but the request surprises him. This might seem like a reasonable surprise, but, no. This is an immoveable object (weirdo alien sword) vs unstoppable object (demon with no shame) ]


    …Oh, if you are interested, why not, I suppose? [ THIS IS A LIBRARY??? ] I do not know how it will work without the music, but if you are familiar with the art, it will hopefully not be too strange.
    baltimores: (063)

    [personal profile] baltimores 2022-11-14 08:05 am (UTC)(link)
    [ He nods at the idea of different kernels of truth slipping into different stories. Sure, that makes sense; broken clocks and all that. Doesn't really matter now, considering he's sitting with an actual demon, introduced tequila to him and everything.

    Amos listens with interest as Sebastian and the bartender talk, tipping his glass a little back and forth and watching the remaining liquid inside before he decides to down what's left. After this and a couple of shots he's definitely not up for whatever it's gonna take to get Sebastian drunk; he'll make a note of it, though. Turn his eyes back to Sebastian as he sets his now-empty glass back down. ]


    Well, gotta start somewhere, right? Getting drunk ain't a bad one. Relaxes you, gets rid of your inhibitions. s'nice.

    [ Maybe he could do with a standard refill... eh, he'll cross that bridge when the bartender comes back. For now, though, Amos sits up a little straighter, a little tilt to his head. ]

    I dunno if you can really call it dying if you just come back though, right? The tree didn't kill me — [ nope, what it did was much worse, but he's just gonna carry on talking like they're comparing wines or some shit. It's no big deal — ] but I died once, back in Horos. It was fine. Better than living at the time.

    [ He sighs. ]

    Don't know why people keep making a big deal out of it.
    baltimores: (140)

    [personal profile] baltimores 2022-11-14 08:08 am (UTC)(link)
    [ ... Did he just make this awkward? He probably just made this awkward.

    Amos sits there in silence, eyes wandering around the bathhouse a little, not really sure what to do now — at least not until Lottie speaks again, and then he's back, sitting up a little straighter, eyes back on hers. Lets out a low whistle at 2019. ]


    I'm not exactly a history buff, but don't think anyone was living in space back then. Probably a lot fewer people on Earth then too, though. [ A beat. ] Cool that you still had AIs. That's what your Alexa was, right? [ He's really gunning for context clues mixed with personal experience here. ] We could always tell the ship to play music for us if we wanted. On top of like, diagnostics and charting courses and shit.

    [ So... basically the same thing...? Close enough...? ]
    baltimores: (044)

    [personal profile] baltimores 2022-11-14 08:46 am (UTC)(link)
    Yeah, might wanna make sure all the breathable air stays inside the ship if we can't trust what's out past the islands. Maybe one of these books has the answer to that... [ Amos looks around them for a second, shrugs. Well, he's probably not gonna find anything today if it does. ] Might be able to get away with just windows instead of cameras for nav, though. Dunno how much radiation's gonna be a factor here...

    [ But that's starting to get into the weeds. He turns his attention back to Cid proper. ]

    But yeah, I was thinking maybe there are some resources up there they don't got down here. Maybe something that can get a kickstart on energy production or storage... 'course, gotta actually find some way up there first.
    galdorleod: ([black] spellcasting)

    [personal profile] galdorleod 2022-11-14 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ The clop of her hoof on the pavement as he steps closer makes Howl's entire body stiffen. He does not move as she speaks, meeting her questions with silence; Howl does not lift his head to look up and meet her aggression.

    To make further demands for information in spite of the answer he's already given her is... a bold choice. This dreadful woman is the sort of person who just keeps yelling and gnashing her teeth until she gets what she wants, isn't she? And to be asking him these questions after the fact, instead of interrogating Cyrus himself in the moment! What right does she had to judge him for being loyalty to Yima when she seems to have given so little thought to her own alliances?

    Well, no matter. Hayame has no idea she's dealing with the most cowardly wizard in the world. Without warning, Howl chucks the fur upwards, directly at Hayame's face. Then, in the blink of an eye, he throws his arms upwards, sweeping his long, trailing wizard sleeves through the air, and vanishes. There's only the faint odor of ozone left in his wake.
    ]
    galdorleod: (calcifer 2)

    [personal profile] galdorleod 2022-11-14 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
    About as good as a guy can do after being yanked out of a nice nap.

    [ The fire is complaining, but his tone suggests he isn't that upset about it. Two long wispy flames peel away from the edges of the fire's face and flare outward, as if they were thin little arms doing a post-nap stretch. ]

    This is Calcifer. A fire demon, and my close friend. [ Howl offers in explanation when the fire demon tarries in introducing himself. He gives the fire a wry smile before reaching towards a stack of split logs and picking one up. This seems to get Calcifer's attention and he straightens up, the fire behind his face rising in size. ]

    Hey! I can introduce myself. [ Calcifer looks up at Liem with a studying stare. ] Liem, was it? Nice to meet you, I guess. I mean, Howl must trust you if he's brought you here to me, at least. I've hardly met anyone for the past three months.
    cutlery: please do not take! (too bad mirrors aren't real)

    [personal profile] cutlery 2022-11-14 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Sebastian makes a thoughtful, intrigued noise to that, since his thoughts are almost a mirror to Liem’s. It’s just as strange to him to think of a world where humanity was more in touch with devils and the like. It must be inconvenient as well. He personally very much enjoys the imbalance of knowledge and power that he personally holds, after all. ]

    Ah, yes, in part. It is also simply a practical matter. I take on whatever form is most suitable to serve my master’s needs, which sometimes is to look human, but at others it has been best for me to take the form of a beast. Usually a bird, in fact.

    [ He laughs a little, then gives a small shrug. ]

    My preference is to take a human form, though, as then it is not strange for me to talk, naturally. Though this particular affect and appearance is more a remnant of my last contract. My master was a boy of noble birth, so serving him as a butler was an ideal way to go unnoticed.
    ktizo: (🎵 courage thrives)

    [personal profile] ktizo 2022-11-14 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Hythlodaeus nods- he supposes if the crew were happy enough to get by with four of them, then more power to them.]

    Ah, Ultima Thule was... well. Beautiful, but melancholy. We were surrounded by worlds long dead, and indeed the star we found ourselves on was quite barren.

    [He smiles slightly as he looks down at his cup.]

    I should not have been there, truth be told. But as I was summoned, so too would I perform.

    [How could he ignore Azem's crystal, after all?]
    ktizo: (🎵 burning brightly)

    [personal profile] ktizo 2022-11-14 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
    Hm. That makes Hythlodaeus frown.

    "Then we could have simply maimed ourselves and been done with it, I'm sure. If it was not permanent, then we would have suffered no lasting consequences."

    He feels the overwhelming urge to find Dextera and apologise to him, but he hasn't gotten his soul sight back yet and wouldn't know what hue to search for even if he had. It will have to wait until they bump into one another again.
    cutlery: (now he is drowning in pussy)

    [personal profile] cutlery 2022-11-14 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Sebastian nods lightly with a soft laugh, though in truth, he’s slightly wary about getting rid of his inhibitions. He’s just particular and controlling, especially when it comes to himself. Luckily the intrigue of a new experience is at least enough for him to relax in those standards. Slightly.

    Though rather than touch on that, Amos dips into the subject that’s more interesting to him. It’s probably stereotypical, and he’d even admit that with a laugh, but meditations on death are naturally interesting to him. It is indeed like comparing wines, so far as he’s concerned. ]


    I agree. There is a finality with death. Absent of that, what happens in Horos or Kenos both, it is more like… A reprieve, I suppose?

    [ The bartender returns with Sebastian’s drink, and it’s served like whiskey, but it’s a deep, dark color. It almost looks black at first and in the lower light of the bar but looking for a moment longer shows a purple tint to it. Sebastian makes a lightly impressed noise as he picks it up and takes a nose of it, which he immediately wrinkles despite himself. It’s strong, though he does catch notes that are more familiar to him. It’s surprising to him, since it seems like this will be palatable to him. In a sense, at least. If it burns on the way down, that might be cancelled out somewhat. ]

    What was it like, coming back?

    [ And with that said, he finally takes his sip! It does indeed burn right away on his tongue, but he finds that it’s not as unpleasant as he had been anticipating. It does indeed bloom in flavor that he can truly taste, and for that, he smiles enough for it to reach to his eyes. How surprising! ]
    sterngaze: (neutral: commish)

    [personal profile] sterngaze 2022-11-14 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
    [When Minegishi looks his way, Liem has finished filling the sink with water and is getting ready to wash the first of the emptied pans. He meets his glance openly, and watches him look away to return to his task. He seems to be making good time despite his missing arm, and Liem notes with some satisfaction that his attitude seems improved compared to before he ate. Perhaps he should keep this in mind for future encounters—maybe start carrying travel rations. Just in case.]

    That's good, [he agrees. He hasn't spent much time with Minegishi since he lost his arm, (or really in general, truth be told,) but it's nice to see that despite his warnings to the contrary, he seems to manage all right with just one. There are probably still plenty of things he struggles with—Liem volunteered to take care of the dishwashing himself for a reason—but Liem has to imagine that in Minegishi's situation, finding things he can still do alone would be just as important as understanding his new limits. Maybe more so.

    In any case, if he finishes quickly, that means the rest of the pasta might not be cold when he gets to it.
    ]

    You're doing a good job. [Then, ideally before Minegishi has the opportunity to scorn the praise too abjectly,] What did you use to do for work?
    oomfies: 𝑜𝑜𝓂𝒻𝒾𝑒𝓈 (💚 reach.)

    [personal profile] oomfies 2022-11-14 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
    From what you've heard?

    [ That is something Lottie clues in on, perhaps a little too intensely, judging by the way she's staring at Silco. He can't be straight edge, since he's clearly smoking and drinking alcohol -- the same drink she just brought him. Does he not do drugs? ..Even though it was at his bar?

    After she's finished mulling over whatever it is in her brain as she stares at him, she breathes out in awe. ]


    Wow.. I'm jealous. You must never give into peer pressure!