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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

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    [personal profile] expiera 2022-10-16 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
    That seems to depend on who you're asking. I don't recommend the Highstorm locals though, they tend to immediately look down on you the moment you sound like you're thinking about the possibility.

    [A woman's voice pipes up from the entrance to this particular greenery enclosure behind him, she almost sounds like she's joking.]

    What would you like to believe, mister?
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    [personal profile] gravings 2022-10-16 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Once again, they're being put between two cosmic forces to be divvied up and used as tools. Maybe it's their fate as "outsiders" wherever they go, continuously pulled in either direction until they inevitably tear in two.

    In any case, Cyrus seems nice enough, but there's something about him that continues to keep her at a distance. Maybe it's the dissonance of his status; having him here feels a bit like the Prime Minister answering a 9-9-9 call. If his intentions were purely humanitarian, surely he'd have sent a qualified rescue team. It should be within his means, surely. ]


    It asked us to sacrifice something if we wanted to survive. But... um, Mr. Cyrus. What is it that your Meridian Shard-Bearers do for you?
    moonblades: (3)

    [personal profile] moonblades 2022-10-16 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
    [With how enraptured she'd been by her reading, the reminder that others are here is a sudden shock to her system. Mio shifts her weight to one side, leaning far enough to get a better look at the woman addressing her.]

    Really? I wonder what's the point of writing it, then. It doesn't get confusing?

    [She holds the book out at an angle, as if tilting it from side to side will unlock a few of its secrets. Then again, she supposes it makes sense. Mio thinks of all the things they'd ever been told about their world, the Consuls, their Queen. She's troubled by the thought of how many other lies might have been fed to them all. Equally troubling is the thought of how she must be coming across in this conversation.]

    Sorry, [Mio adds. She might lack familiarity with so much art and culture, but she realizes she must sound ignorant and foolish.] Haven't had all that much time to read, in my lifetime.

    ...Not that it matters, I suppose. You're right: I'm pretty sure there's a lot I have to learn now.
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    iib

    [personal profile] salvageable 2022-10-16 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Wherever the books are, Dokja's not too far from them. After all the time he'd spent in Horos reading books as a distraction and a form of escape, he's back to it now as he steps inside the small store he'd been directed to. He doesn't know what to expect to find here, but anything is better than brooding over his thoughts and what this new world means. The small bead in his pocket gives him some measure of comfort as he rolls it around between his fingers, but it's a comfort that feels artificial.

    As he makes his way past shelves after shelves of books, he stops at the sound of a voice. Something about it tickles at the back of his mind, a distant memory that he can't quite place (though that's not so uncommon for him), and he hesitates for a moment, partly out of a strange uncertainty and partly because he's not looking to interact with anyone in this city just yet.

    But at the same time, he doesn't want to leave this store empty-handed after coming all this way. He'll just brush right by them, they're clearly in the middle of reading something questionable, and—

    ... and...

    Dokja's thoughts stop there as he rounds the corner and comes face to face with someone he recognizes in an instant, even if that voice had drifted from him. How long has it been since he'd last seen her? Not even the stories contained within that subway had shown her to him, what with her not being one of the characters originally in his favorite story. No, she's someone he had dragged in with him, burdened her in such a way that she had had no choice but to reach inside her to become someone who could survive in a ruined world, and to see her now...

    With his breath caught in his throat, he reaches out to brace himself against one of the bookshelves. He feels unsteady, light-headed, like he's not sure if this is real or not as he struggles to find his voice, throat dry while his mouth hangs open uselessly for a second before he manages to choke something out. ]


    ... Huiwon-ssi.
    zauneyete: (aw fuck)

    [personal profile] zauneyete 2022-10-16 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
    I arrived here a week ago.

    [ Eyes looked up at the rest of the cave, before he clarified: ]

    Not here, here. I just fell into whatever this place is. [ Which was different than something else? Silco's description leaves more questions than answers, but his tone takes a moment to go more in depth. He hadn't thought -- Yima had mentioned something about getting what was important, but he hadn't expected a week's turnaround time. He had expected it would be like the last place -- a vague promise of nothing, but she was here, and relatively unharmed -- if sticky. It's enough for Silco to be tempted to reach out, as if he wasn't sure she was real. No, not until they were free of here, though. He didn't know what this was, where they were, or what was supposed to be going on. Maybe this was a trick -- he still wouldn't put it past everyone in this world, and Silco's trust only went as far as he could throw -- which...wasn't very far. He does have noodle arms.

    So instead of anything he could say, (for example: 'I'm glad you're here' or 'I've been looking for you', he says:
    ]

    Until we get out, I'm just as lost as you are. [ They were trapped, and that was enough to put Silco on track to fix the problem. It kept him from getting sentimental, too. That can't happen. ]

    Let's get out of here first, then we can get you cleaned up from all of this... [ ugh. ] Sap. Then I'll -- explain everything.
    Edited (i hated the last tag so let's just rewrite most of it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯) 2022-10-16 06:43 (UTC)
    zauneyete: (Outward)

    iia

    [personal profile] zauneyete 2022-10-16 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
    You and me both.

    [ Silco said, having come to this particular library for a somewhat similar reason. This library, supposedly, has some information about the technology of this world, and after arriving in such odd means, Silco's keen to figure out how things work here -- if it's greater than his understanding, or less. The last had been...interesting, similar but not quite, and so he wanted a good grasp on what was happening.

    His fingers had just paused on a book when Amos spoke, and he turned his head to look at him, a touch wary.
    ]

    Hopefully, third time's a charm, and we won't have to go through this again until the very end, hm?
    lachtara: (Concerns)

    [personal profile] lachtara 2022-10-16 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
    He's not exactly part of the parade of new people, so it may be a welcome change of pace for Cyrus to see someone he's spoken to before.

    "Ah. The unwitting tour guide graces us with his presence." Emet-Selch says by way of greeting. He yawns and idly rubs the side of his face. "Compelled to make a surprise visit, are we?"
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    [personal profile] lachtara 2022-10-16 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Without missing a beat, and without seeming too upset by the name, he offers a gentle correction. ]

    My name is Emet-Selch, my dear.

    [ He calls out to the tree in spite of Barnaby's question. ]

    Well? Is this enough to satisfy your demands? [ He motions to the pile. ] One piece of us offered to you willingly by all parties involved. Those were your stipulations and we have met them amicably.

    [ There is no response. Is it their imagination, or is the poison beginning to thin...? ]
    lachtara: (Craves)

    [personal profile] lachtara 2022-10-16 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Emet-Selch actually leans back and away from the offering. ]

    Once again, you emerged from that. The only thing I'm curious about is how you would arrive at the idea that it would be good to consume.

    [ He makes a noise. ]

    You are obviously a new arrival. I'm certain the manor would be willing to provide you with something much more appetizing.
    kabooming: (💀)

    1/2

    [personal profile] kabooming 2022-10-16 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
    [ there's something reassuring about Silco being Silco and doing his Silco things; despite being trapped in some giant mutated tree's roots or whatever the hell this is, he's acting like he always does - more annoyed by the inconvenience than genuinely concerned.

    which just lends more credence to how valid she is in being totally annoyed herself - which she demonstrates by gesturing to him at a loss with an exasperate eyeroll, ]


    'Get out of here,' why didn't I think of that? Except I've been walking for what feels like hours [ it's been five minutes ] and all I find is more tree. Tree, tree, tree - that's it! Just tree! Do you know how much I wish I had a woodchipper right about now?
    kabooming: (🤔)

    [personal profile] kabooming 2022-10-16 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
    [ ...





    ......peering around his back, leaning into his shoulder-- ]


    You don't have one, do you? Maybe a flamethrower? Machete?
    kabooming: (🦜)

    highstorm more like whystorm lmao amirite fella,

    [personal profile] kabooming 2022-10-16 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
    --Hey! Bozo, where are you going? Get back here!

    [ said girl is now leaning a little further (and precariously) over the rooftop's overhang, gesturing very clearly at Atsumu - and loudly enough that several of the other citizens perusing the Market are also giving her a Look. what is THIS rude commotion in their quiet little city?? HMPH, ]

    Come stand where I can see you or I'm gonna miss it!
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    ii

    [personal profile] gravings 2022-10-16 07:26 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Gray is now in the very odd and unexpected position of being the less panicked person in a pair. She's pulled from the spiral grip of the poison and her own futile efforts to struggle free of the roots binding her. The other Shard-Bearer's passionate outburst pulls Gray free from her mental restraints, her mind slogging toward a response. Ultimately, she looks toward the face in the tree with a lethargic roll of her head. ]

    What do you mean by... sacrifice?

    [ The split of the Dryad's mouth opens:

    An offering. Of the self. Of memories. Worth for worth. ]
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    [personal profile] lifespanned 2022-10-16 07:28 am (UTC)(link)
    [ After the dryad is done explaining all the choices laid out for them, there's not much she can do except look between the dryad and Lottie with a very clear sense of panic - eyes wide, lips pulled into a taut line. They try to help the new shardbearers by coming down here to collect them, and this is the thanks they get? ]

    I mean, no way that's the only way out...

    [ But the roots have entangled them in on all sides, almost like a bubble of a room. Not thinking, she curls her hand into a fist and knocks it hard against the roots behind them, even jolting with a little ow! after doing so, followed by a cut-off cough resulting from the continued exposure to the spores. ]

    Um, uh, [ Said in a hurried tone, her hand coming back to cradle her face. ] What did it say? A memory, a sacrifice, or killing each other? Obviously we're not picking the last one!!

    [ Because 1) it would be fucked up to do to Lottie, who's the closest person to a relatable girl friend that she's met since Horos (and who would probably never agree to it), and 2) she doesn't even know if she can genuinely take Lottie in a PVP anyway. So, the question remains: a memory, or a sacrifice? She looks to Lottie to see if she's leaning one way or the other. ]

    What... what do you think it means by something "physical?"

    [personal profile] expiera 2022-10-16 07:37 am (UTC)(link)
    [Huh.

    She just blinks up once the crow has decided it's Had Enough, it goes for the higher ground, then talks to her in a voice she wouldn't mind being LESS familiar with, but alas. She looks almost innocently surprised, and briefly stops playing with that totally random pebble she definitely picked up for no reason to peer at him curiously as if she just noticed him there.]


    Oh. Thank you.

    [...]

    About what?

    [🤔]

    i

    [personal profile] expiera 2022-10-16 08:01 am (UTC)(link)
    [It truly cannot be overstated, how everyone who's known Horos seems to be doing much better since they began living in this world, Kenos. Spotting Barnaby is pure coincidence, especially impressive considering how busy and populous Springstar is. It's a pleasant surprise nevertheless, hard to miss too how he looks much more upbeat and relaxed than how she remembered him last. She does feel a bit guilty overhearing him talking to someone else though, it wasn't her intent to eavesdrop; she just happened to be close by, that's all.

    Thus the logical course of action is pretend she hasn't heard, naturally! For now, at least. She can't deny being a little curious, admittedly.]


    Hello, Barnaby. Are you out shopping?

    [Ciel puts a bit more of a spring to her step as she calls out, a small and easy smile already at her lips. She has a feeling she already knows the answer to her own question too, but it's a good conversation starter as any.]
    zauneyete: (The worst)

    [personal profile] zauneyete 2022-10-16 08:03 am (UTC)(link)
    I can't carry anything that big.

    [ He said, and it's calm, but not cold. If anything, the prospect of bringing a woodchipper into this thing both sounds amusing, and like it would solve the problem, so he might even sound a bit wistful, even if it's impossible that he could carry one. Silco patted at his pockets -- even with Jinx peering over his shoulder -- as if to confirm that he had his effects on him.]

    I could smoke this thing out... I have a knife, too. [ A pause, before after a moment of consideration, he added: ] I have a vial of shimmer, too. Neither of us are taking that, so it's a non-starter.

    [ He kept it on him, even though since he harmonized, it wasn't... Necessary. One never know when one would need an extra.]

    We might have to walk some more, before we find the way out. I suspect... [ he looked up, and at the roots overhead, as if it was a mystery to solve, and not the bars of a cell.] There will be a trick to it. It might be dangerous, too.

    [ Normally, Jinx was the one who didn't mind danger, but Silco was getting used to it by now.]
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    2!

    [personal profile] lifespanned 2022-10-16 08:19 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Misa, too, is spending her fair share of time in the city of eternal night. Yima had advised her to spend time around the city, and it's a request she's more than happy to meet. She's curious, herself— what kind of people are the people of Highstorm? The people of Achamoth had reveled in all kinds of vices that she found neither relatable nor familiar, and it'd always provided a stark contrast for the world she envisioned creating in her head. Could Highstorm be the similar - indulgent and zealous, as the city she'd recently called home was? Or would it be something foreign altogether?

    That curiosity is what's led her to the very same bar that Silco has found himself in, a simple desire to see what the people are like. Yima had mentioned that the world she found herself in now was not perfect, but may be kinder than the ones she'd been in. She merely wants to put that statement to the test. And Silco - she gets the feeling he has an eye for this kind of thing. Silco is shrewd, and has always come off being well-acquainted with the less than savory corners of life. If there's anyone who has a good read on what Highstorm is really like, it'd have to be him.

    Misa doesn't sit down with him, but she does lean her arms onto the back of a chair adjacent to him at the table, simply to make her presence known at first. ]


    Taking notes already? Someone's ready to do homework right off the bat.

    [ It's said playfully, testing the waters of what kind of mood he's in. ]
    lifespanned: (pic#11743275)

    iii!

    [personal profile] lifespanned 2022-10-16 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
    Huh? Obviously not.

    [ Misa sets her hands on her hips too, a disapproving pout being shot Morgan's way. ]

    Forests at night is just a recipe for trouble. Everybody knows that? Aren't you scared of... bears, and stuff? Or not being able to find food in there?

    [ Because in Misa's opinion.... who in their right mind would ever like hanging out in the forest, especially at night? There's dirt everywhere, wild animals, no soft bed to sleep on - it's just a nightmare from every angle. ]
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    [personal profile] lifespanned 2022-10-16 08:35 am (UTC)(link)
    Oh! [ A small noise of genuine surpise. ] —What's that supposed to mean? I wasn't gonna sit down!

    [ But she definitely was slowly and surely creeping up to this man who happened to be stretched out on a wide staircase leading up the Tomes. She may have even paused a few times in her approach, as if she was afraid of waking him up. With the hurried nature of her words, she does seem a bit flustered to be spoken to so suddenly. ]

    I just thought— you looked like you were passed out or something, okay? You haven't had too much to drink, have you...

    [ It's a question of airheaded concern, because she's just going with her first assumption as to why a man might be sprawled out on the steps while looking asleep. It's gotta be booze or something!! ]
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    [personal profile] lifespanned 2022-10-16 09:01 am (UTC)(link)
    Gen is right— there must be something....

    [ Her voice shakes, her heart sinking as she realizes just who has been trapped into this room with her. Between everything she'd endured the last time the four of them were together, being dragged from Horos, and purging the Kenoma, she'd just been able to stomach doing what the dryad had asked, in order to spare the life of a friend, and to keep the memories of her beloved safe. But to go through with the request of offering up a bloody sacrifice, only to be forced into the same game again? She's not scared anymore— now she feels pissed off. ]

    I already did this, and it didn't even let me go. I mean, what, we're supposed to play this game over and over, for no reason? [ Misa scoffs, haughtily, keeping her hand close to her body— upon closer inspection, several nails from her left hand have been completely torn off, the bare nailbeds darkened with blood. In a fit of frustration, she parks herself right down onto the ground, bringing her knees right up to her chest. ] I'm not doing anything else!

    [ Is she saying that to the dryad, or to them all? What does it matter— all that's clear is that at present, she's stubbornly refusing to take part, and would honestly rather throw a tantrum. ]
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    [personal profile] expiera 2022-10-16 09:30 am (UTC)(link)
    [Past the flyer, the already trapped woman is waving back at her fellow victim of aggressive marketing with a calm smile.]

    I was suspicious of the deal at first, but 50% is a sizable discount. The clothes do look nice and seem to be of good quality too, what do you think?

    [Small detail that there are mannequins nearby, and just as the advertised "honeybear" keyword may have already implied, these "newly designed outfits" are all matching couples' clothes. There's a good deal of tacky, but some look passable, maybe...?]
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    [personal profile] passio 2022-10-16 09:32 am (UTC)(link)
    [ yes, he was pointing at amos, and though he truthfully didn’t expect that anyone would just go along and listen to him—the soft reproach from hythlodaeus gets him to drop his arm, even—it’s distinctly different to have his sins called out in front of a group. ]

    —!

    [ dextera instantly folds in on himself, shoulders hunching as if to make himself as small as possible. he doesn’t deny it, wouldn’t even if he could, but the flinch already does more than enough to say that the archangel isn’t lying. at least, dextera believes him, and that regretful tone has dextera hurriedly shaking his head.

    he hadn’t… maybe he has been complacent with no one knowing. ]
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    [personal profile] sanguinary 2022-10-16 09:39 am (UTC)(link)
    [GIRL HELP. He will pull his drink a little closer to his side though, clearing the space across the table from him so she can join him as he ponders his potentially cursed fate.]

    A curse? I can't say that I've ever been cursed before, so I suppose I can't say whether or not it isn't one. It feels a little late to be cursed, even so...
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    [personal profile] sanguinary 2022-10-16 09:43 am (UTC)(link)
    [STOP I TOOK SUCH A LONG BREAK FROM THE HIGH VICTORIAN SNOB VIBES but now... now i am back.

    Anyway yes he could do with all of those things, but some are harder to come across than others, perhaps... PERHAPS. Anyway, he is just giving her a look like he has no idea what she's talking about when she says changing room. For the rest, though:]


    I don't intend to do such a thing. [Trying them on or dirtying the wares??] Blood is the only appropriate thing to spill on one's shirt, not dirt and sap. I'm not Kuwana.

    [Thanks sir for being Normal In Public.]