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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

    iv

    [personal profile] expiera 2022-10-15 07:57 pm (UTC)(link)
    kenosnpcs: (cyrus)

    [personal profile] kenosnpcs 2022-10-15 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ His smile quirks, since he can guess where the turn of phrase was going, and he nods. It's on the nose, but, you know? Accurate. But as Barnaby's expression sharpens, the humor softens, but it's just to a look of understanding. ]

    Because through Meridian's light, I can prove your world is still out there.

    [ He reaches to the bag at his side to pull out what looks like a roughly made glass bead. There's imperfections in its color, speckles of blues and golds that make it not completely clear, but it's still pretty in its imperfection. ]

    We call these Iliachtida. Sunbeams. They're just a vessel that can hold the light of Meridian, but you can use them to have Meridian help guide you back home. The soul remembers where it came from, and there's none that truly belong to Kenos. Even me, and I was born here.

    [ He places his fingertips on the bead as he holds it out for Barnaby to watch, and slowly, a light starts to fill the core of the bead. It's bright, but not uncomfortably so, and it quickly becomes clear that the glowing necklace that Cyrus is wearing is also a Sunbeam. It doesn't take long to "charge", and after that, he holds it out for Barnaby to take. ]

    It's easier to just experience than to explain, honestly. So, here. With my Meridian, you can at least get a glimpse of home.

    [personal profile] expiera 2022-10-15 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
    [They really needed that week of R&R, and seeing him light up is more than enough to brighten her mood too. Amos had always been frank and earnest, and while he wore his heart on his sleeve, he's also very down to earth. He understood the importance of the simple things while maintaining a firm grip on what's practical and realistic, she's always appreciated those things about him. So what he was doing before is wholly inconsequential, all that's important is that he's energized and looking better than she can remember him being in... quite some time, truly. Kenos really is a nicer place to live in, objectively so.]

    You could always duck back to Highstorm for a nighttime break, haha. It's nice that getting around is so convenient now, but when you think about having two places you can travel between at will where one is eternal day and the other eternal night, it's almost like we get full control of how long we want our days and nights to last. That's neat, isn't it?

    [Wait, he did space travel back home, right? Then would that affect how Amos sees the passage of day and night? ...Ah, she's probably overthinking it. They both spent months in that last world that ran on a normal day and night cycle, and he didn't seem to mind then. He's the adaptable type anyway, that she already knew quite early on since they first spoke.

    His simple question does take her a moment to answer. She tilts her head aside with her hands folded at her back to glance down the street they're standing in, busy as always as it is at all times of the day.]


    It's peaceful here, and there's... so much. [This street, Springstar as a whole, Highstorm, or Kenos? It applies to all of them, honestly.] But it's a good change of pace, everyone seems happier and more relaxed. [Not just the natives, but all of them 'Bearers', spirited here right before the collapse of the old world they were pit against.

    She hasn't harmonized either, it idly occurrs to her. But if what she's heard of the Zenith's matron is true, then... Amos probably already has, hasn't he?]
    Edited 2022-10-15 20:15 (UTC)

    [personal profile] expiera 2022-10-15 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Well, that's enough to infer she wasn't organic before coming here.]

    Would you like to find out? How you manifest here heavily depends on your sense of self-perception, so basically, if you really wanted to eat, you probably could!

    [Probably...!]
    moonblades: (14)

    mio | xenoblade chronicles 3 | unknown (exalt??????)

    [personal profile] moonblades 2022-10-15 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
    i. bearing fruit: ouroboros is broken

    [Mio digs frantically.

    After being freed from her own confinement, she’d searched her surroundings with increasing desperation, looking for any of the familiar faces she couldn’t imagine not being at her side. The acceptance that she is alone doesn’t come quickly. If she emerged here, then surely the others can’t be far off. They could have freed themselves and run, as she had. Sena, strong enough to pull herself out far faster than Mio had, or Taion, clever enough to find his way, or even—even anyone else.

    So when she finds another hand grasping for the air, she digs, unearthing the person buried beside her as quickly as she can. When the loose soil is pulled away enough that Mio can retract her leaf-scratched, dirty hands, pulling someone else out with them, she sighs in soft relief.
    ]

    There you are. Been trying to pull you out for nearly a term-

    Oh… [Her expression wavers, if only for a moment. Recognition—or, more accurately, a lack of one—passes over her face. ] Ah, sorry; I thought you might be…

    [No one wants to hear that their rescuer wanted to save another person. Mio shakes her head, then glances down at whoever she did manage to free. She begins to pull her puffy silver jacket from her shoulders, ready to offer it (and she’ll do this especially quickly if the other arrival is in the nude).]

    You’re all right?

    ii. moral hazard: how much time do you have left?

    [Mio is already swaying on her feet, chest rising and falling in erratic, short little motions. Her hands ball into fists at her side, and despite what is obviously now a great deal of pain being caused by the "game," she speaks with passion.]

    It doesn’t have to be like that… No one has to get hurt. No one has to die!

    [Her eyes clench closed, the agony half from the poison’s advancing spread and half from the thought of letting anything precious slip from her grasp. When she’s gone from the world, everything she’s ever thought or loved or remembered will be gone as well. How could she willingly give anything like that up so easily?]

    But if it comes down to it… if it’s the only way. I—

    [Of everyone, she’s sure to have the least time left, but Mio’s voice struggles in her throat. She can’t quite bring herself to say it. She’s already running on one borrowed life, one she doesn’t want to squander.]

    iii. in springstar, psychagogia: wonderdome

    [Mio has been wandering around this eclectic, cramped city-island in an overstimulated daze, jostled constantly by others as she makes her way through the sensory overload.

    So this is what the city is like…So this is a city. Are all cities the same? It truly isn’t anything like a Colony, especially with so many people who look so different from one another crammed together in the same space. Should she expect the same everywhere?

    After an indeterminate time of wandering, carried past dance halls and entertainment venues on a slow, dissociative wave, she’s stopped outside of Starlight Park. Like many of the other establishments in the district, she hasn’t gone inside, and faced with the experience promised within, she hesitates to walk any closer. In fact, Mio keeps a fearfully reverent amount of distance from the main attraction itself, as if behold a relic or a dangerous weapon. As she senses someone else standing nearby, Mio finally wrenches her gaze away to look at them directly.
    ]

    They say it lasts for a month. Whatever’s on display, that is. [She looks back at the dome, her eyes glossy with a memory of a far-off place.]

    One month… Think that’s enough time?

    iv. in highstorm, the tomes: truth is stranger than

    [The collection of books here is a novelty, one unlike anything she’s ever encountered. Records where she’s from are kept by necessity; soldiers of Agnus learn what they need to in order to fight for the Queen. Essentials are passed through Irises. There’s no need for fictional accounts, so she has no idea what to expect from a title from the “Indulgences” section. Is it any wonder that she takes many of the contents here at their face value as well?

    Mio is seated, so enraptured in the book spread open in her lap that her ears twitch constantly with every page read, her lips silently forming the words as she scans them. She turns the page again, then…

    She squeaks, jumping out of her seat.
    ]

    ...Did something like this really happen? [Mio mutters to herself, unaware of any other visitors to the stacks. A quick glace at the book now dangling from her hand reveals the title: I Was a Teenage Snake Alien Who Conquered the Universe. ]

    v. wildcard

    [Something else you’d like to do with Mio? Hit me up! I can be reached on the Discord or [plurk.com profile] antiquating. For the moral hazard prompt, I’m certainly open to subjecting her to multiple sacrificial games! While I’m especially interested in putting her through sacrificing an important memory, I’m honestly very game to explore any and all options. If you’d like to rope me into something on another toplevel or set up something new, don’t be shy and let me know!]
    Edited 2022-10-15 22:12 (UTC)
    cryomance: (006.)

    iii.

    [personal profile] cryomance 2022-10-15 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ The question catches Rosaria's attention against her will and better judgment, having mostly been ignoring a lot of the useless decorative knickknacks up for sale in the hopes of grabbing a pack of cigarettes and getting out of here as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, she has yet to find the right stall, and she's now being forced to stare at the glass octopi, the glass dragons, the glass everything.

    She's also not sure why anyone is attempting to make conversation with her and still wonders if it's the nun habit that invites so much unasked for friendliness, but she does deign to answer– ]


    No. Don't bother wasting your money on any of them. They're selling kabobs just a few stalls down.

    [ Which has far more use than a bunch of hollow-eyed creatures that can be shattered easily. That's her sagely advice for the day, and hopefully, the young woman will take it. ]
    Edited (I can't spell) 2022-10-15 20:28 (UTC)
    esoterisk: (hmmm)

    [personal profile] esoterisk 2022-10-15 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ A flash of surprise crosses Anca's face when someone actually responds to her; as is her habit, she's been talking mostly to herself. She's well accustomed to long hours alone with her studies, and sometimes she likes to liven up the atmosphere with a monologue, you know?

    Wow, that sounds kind of sad, actually. Never mind. Conversation. ]


    Well, I suppose. But then, so much is different across worlds. Perhaps each one is governed by its own laws of nature?

    [ She ponders this for a second. It's certainly possible. That book that said the color yellow reduces inflammation is still probably bunk, though. ]

    Oh— but I didn't mean to disturb you.

    Are you... looking for something? In the library?

    [ As if Anca is an expert in how this place is laid out... ]
    joyfully: (♙ Cyber Weapons)

    [personal profile] joyfully 2022-10-15 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
    Oof... that looks pretty brutal.

    [That's her only commentary on that, though. She just shrugs a little when Sebastian looks at her, and then another shrug for Gen.]

    ... I just really want to live, you know? I've got things I need to get back to eventually!

    [Worlds, gone? Pls. She can live in peaceful denial for now.]

    And I'm a tactician, too! I'd be a pretty sorry sort of tactician if I got really emotional about a situation like this. It won't help any of us if I do that. I kind of feel like I should've had a least favorite toe or finger ready for this sort of situation but I've never thought about it...
    diplobrat: (013)

    [personal profile] diplobrat 2022-10-15 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Oh, woops. He is gonna try and get some of his space back. ]

    Er. Not... exactly. Most of them were more... assistants to others. Or had sprung from human-like life....
    esoterisk: (neutral face of wistfulness)

    [personal profile] esoterisk 2022-10-15 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ The woman helping her to her feet has the vague look of a cleric, but not of any god Anca recognizes. Granted, she's hardly embarked on a comprehensive survey of religions across Golarion. She finds, though, that she's grateful just to see another person, even a stranger.

    Her climb through the dirt, the feeling of sprouting from a cocoon of leaves--- all of it makes more sense now that she sees the roots of a colossal tree surrounding them. Here and there are pockets in the soil, where Anca suspects others crawled must have crawled to the surface.

    What else did she see underground? ]


    I dreamed, I think. The rose garden at the university— but that garden's been dead since I was a child.

    [ Truthfully, her homeland has been teetering on the brink of decay for longer than Anca's been alive. ]

    Did you hear a voice? A woman's voice?
    joyfully: (♙ Dancing Pawns)

    [personal profile] joyfully 2022-10-15 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
    [GASP.]

    You too--?!
    joyfully: (pic#)

    [personal profile] joyfully 2022-10-15 08:31 pm (UTC)(link)
    [morgan, to herself: what's a faerghus

    By which I mean! She grins at him, nodding.]


    Nice to meet you, Dimitri! I'm Morgan, and I'm not a king or queen or anything, but I am a tactician.

    So what kind of king are you? A good one? A tyrannical one? Probably a good one, right?
    joyfully: (♙ Clear and Hold)

    [personal profile] joyfully 2022-10-15 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
    Not at all. In fact, I'm pretty much as far as "from around here" as it gets.

    So I guess we're kind of in the same boat...? Or on the same horse, so to speak.

    [personal profile] expiera 2022-10-15 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
    [--Ah, that was more startling than she expected, and unharmonized as she is with no access to her advantages, her body does involuntarily jump a little. That's the extent of it, though; for better or worse, Ciel wasn't someone easily intimidated or afraid of getting hurt.

    She looks up and draws a quiet breath, the look on her face placid once more after the initial moment of brief surprise. Guess she'll just stand still with her back against the bookshelf, it's not like there's anything else she can (or want) to do in her current situation.]


    What is there to play at? None of that matters anymore.

    [Her tone has dropped flat, however, without inflection and emotionless as she states a plain and simple truth.]

    More importantly, please quieten down, miss Hayame. If you make a bigger fuss or cause property damage here, we may get kicked out. Maybe fined too, if not worse.
    joyfully: (♙ Windmill)

    [personal profile] joyfully 2022-10-15 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
    [It's practically palpable, the way that Morgan immediately straightens and draws herself up, nearly sparkling at the opportunity to talk about how cool and amazing and super special awesome her father is.]

    He is! He's the best tactician in the whole wide world, and I'm working really, really hard to catch up to him someday. If it's even possible, ha ha! He's really amazing, so you definitely can't miss him.
    joyfully: (♙ Cyber Weapons)

    [personal profile] joyfully 2022-10-15 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
    Hmmm... well, I'm definitely trying to follow in his footsteps...

    [She pauses for a long moment, contemplating the rest of that, head tilted almost quizzically.]

    Are there a lot of wars...? I dunno. We were fighting in one before all of this, but I can't really remember if there were more of them.
    humainity: (And your last name's what you love)

    [personal profile] humainity 2022-10-15 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
    Me too!!

    [ KINDRED SPIRIT. ]
    joyfully: (♙ Clear and Hold)

    [personal profile] joyfully 2022-10-15 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
    [... Oops.

    He hits the ground, and Morgan winces a little bit, before she trots over to crouch next to him with her arms engulfed in their overly large tactician cloak sleeves and wrapped around her legs.]


    ... Well! I give you a ten out of ten for your recovery. That was pretty top notch!
    joyfully: (♙ Total War)

    [personal profile] joyfully 2022-10-15 08:45 pm (UTC)(link)
    Wow!

    [Why are they so happy about this?]

    Maybe we can brainstorm ways of getting our memories back together...! What have you tried so far?
    galdorleod: ([blond] noble)

    2a (oops)

    [personal profile] galdorleod 2022-10-15 08:46 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ So commonplace are people like Hayame in Kenos that the presence of a centaur in Howl's path does not immediately remind him of the violent Aion back in Horos who so proudly put soldiers' heads on display. Of course, he never chanced to meet her himself back then — or, depending on how one looks at it, he has no recollection of ever doing so — so even if he happened to come across her from her front instead of her back, it's unlikely that Howl would have made the immediate connection.

    Instead, he simply finds himself eye-level with the hindquarters of centaur. He is accustomed to the more beast-like residents of this new world by now, so he does not wrinkle his nose as he would have a few months ago, but his tone of voice when he calls out to the stranger is curt.
    ]

    Madame. [ as soon as he says it, he realizes his voice was probably drowned out by the noise of the market alley. so he tries again: ] Madame, if you would be so kind.
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    humainity: (Your first name's what you do)

    [personal profile] humainity 2022-10-15 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ She pauses. And then she nods, almost to herself, and takes an additional step backwards. She knows the emotion of discomfort! He's wearing it! ]

    I see... it seems I'll have even more to learn from talking to you. Thank you, Alphinaud.
    sterngaze: (neutral: dry)

    ii

    [personal profile] sterngaze 2022-10-15 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
    [When Yima had sent her new shard-bearers to go retrieve the fresh arrivals at the Tree of Life, she hadn’t mentioned that the tree could be dangerous, or that it might not want to release its newly-birthed occupants. Liem frowns as his measured trek down into the tree’s mossy bowels turns into more of a weary trudge, his breath turning to wheezing gasps in accordance with the weight that seems to be settling onto his chest.

    It’s around that time that he notices the total absence of any of the people he came with. He hadn’t heard them wander off; it’s as if they simply evaporated into mist when he wasn’t looking. At this point he starts thinking that he should probably backtrack and discover what happened to them, and seemingly as soon as he has that thought, the roots around him come alive and plunge him into a dark little cavern that seems to be empty of everything except an unfamiliar human woman.

    There’s no time for either questions or introductions before the dryad explains the choice lying before them: Give up something important, possibly vitally so—or remain until the toxins take their toll. Dressed plainly in slim trousers and a dark, close-fitting jacket, Liem half inspects the root wall, half leans against it as he considers the dryad’s ultimatum and his new companion’s following question.
    ]

    Are you always so cavalier about the idea of parting with your digits?
    humainity: (On my planet)

    [personal profile] humainity 2022-10-15 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ She looks back, deeply. Or something. She blinks once. ]

    I don't know. I have no memory.
    humainity: (Gotta get back get back up)

    [personal profile] humainity 2022-10-15 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
    Really? I would love to eat!

    [ She's squeezing her eyes shut. ]

    I perceive I can eat... I perceive I can eat...
    humainity: (On my planet)

    [personal profile] humainity 2022-10-15 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)
    Going through all of my source code, running virus scans, trying to see if anything felt familiar, following a mysterious voice...