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beleos ([personal profile] beleos) wrote in [community profile] kenoslogs2022-10-14 03:08 pm

TDM + GAME OPENING 🎉

Who: Shard-Bearers, new and old
What: Seeds take root
Where: The Tree of Life, Highstorm, Springstar
When: October 14th and onwards
Warnings: Potential for (mild) body horror, death, dismemberment


I. BEARING FRUIT (new characters only)
It starts out as a pleasant dream. You’re in your favorite place, with your favorite people. It’s a moment of idyllic comfort.

And then, it goes wrong.

The sky turns dark above, and as you look up, you see the black expanse of space spotted with faraway pinprick lights of stars. Yet, they’re not stars. You’re certain. They’re watching you. A billion eyes all looking down, and they spill forth as if sky itself was a dam holding back those dark waters. You reach back to the people you’re with, but they’re frozen in place. Their eyes are black, reflecting only the expanse of dark eyes.

So you run, even though you know you won’t escape it. You glance back and see it not overtaking, but consuming. The landscape around you is being devoured, and you can see it cracking apart. The world itself is breaking, and it cracks under your feet. You fall, and the billion eyes chase after you until the darkness swallows you whole. There’s agony as if you’re being ripped apart, and then—

You cannot see. You cannot feel. You simply are. Yet even so, impossibly, a woman’s voice speaks gently.

I’m sorry it couldn’t be saved. But, come, it’s time to wake.

You wake with a start, cradled by soft, velvety plants, and sticky with a sap that smells faintly of honey and iron. You can see the veins of the leaves that hold you, lit warmly and gently by what looks like a crystal embedded above you. Yet, it’s odd, because that crystal calls to you. When you reach out to touch it, it’s warm. Familiar. Important. You don’t know why, but you know you must hold onto this, because now it feels wrong for it to be suspended in these leaves. So, you pull it out.

The light starts to fade, but only in time to see as the leaves cradling you immediately start to soften and crumble, and with it comes a torrent of dirt. Soft, loamy soil starts to fill the space around you in the dark as you’re buried. Or, rather, you already were. You reach out through the dirt desperately, and your hands finds a root, so you pull while you clutch that precious crystal so close that it almost feels like it sinks into you (in your panic, you don’t notice that it does). You reach out again, and this time, your hand hits open air and plenty of sturdy roots around to grab.

From a seed you’re born, and like a sprout, you make your way out of the ground.

And once you’ve clawed your way out of the soft earth and the roots, nearby, you see the soil shift. Another hand comes up to grasp desperately for something, anything, just as you had been.

II. MORAL HAZARD
There are new Shard-Bearers at the Tree of Life, and Yima has asked that the earlier arrivals go to greet them and help them. These aren’t people from Horos, after all, so they’ll have many, many questions. As Yima explains, the roots of the tree rise up to create caverns underneath, and it’s there you’ll find the new Shard-Bearers. And indeed, with careful steps to not slip on the mossy roots, down you go. Perhaps Communion will help you find the new Shard-Bearers, but it might be a confusing process for them.

The roots all start to look the same, to the point that you’re sure that you’ve already been through this passage. You turn around, and most of the people you had come here with are gone, if not all of them. It’s confusing and unsettling, and strangest of all.. You’re starting to feel ill, even if that wasn’t something normally possible for you. But continuing forward, you do eventually find an unfamiliar face of a new Shard-Bearer. They look no better than you feel.

Before introductions, however, roots around you shift suddenly until you’re enclosed in a room together. From the roots, a face forms in the wall. It speaks in a creaking, uneven tone, as if it weren’t used to speaking at all.

Give to take. A sacrifice. To live.

LET'S PLAY A GAME...

As the Dryad will explain, characters are now trapped in a room and have been poisoned by the spores that the lichens underfoot release. An antidote lays beyond the roots the dryad has curled around you, but to access it, you must make a sacrifice.

Characters can pick one of the following options, but the decision must be made unanimously. If one character takes a drastic action (such as murdering another), it’s counted as a failure for the group.

  • Each of you must offer up a personal/treasured memory. The memory will be shared in Communion with all characters assembled, and then will be destroyed. No character will retain the memory or memory of its Communion.
  • Each of you must offer up something physical. A finger, a toe, an ear, it’s your choice. The dryad will offer a knife if this is chosen that will sever the body part of choice cleanly and immediately stop any bleeding.
  • Offer up another. Kill one person in the room.
  • Refusing is also a valid option. Characters will get more ill as they debate until they start to find it difficult to breathe, and they’ll die quickly after.
The following is OOC knowledge that will not be known IC: The consequences of this game are about intent, and thus are not real. When characters are freed from the tree’s thrall, they’ll have their memories/body parts/life intact.

This can be done in groups of 2 to 4 players, and Loremasters recommend three if you can swing it! It’s more fun when you get in philosophical debates, right? Regardless, when your group comes to a decision, please record it here. These don’t have to be fully threaded out to be recorded, so the conclusion can be discussed OOC if you prefer. Actions can be submitted until October 21st, after which groups will be informed of what comes of their choice…

When a group receives the antidote, they'll be released from the tree's thrall... But will have a hard time waking up. It feels like something has grabbed onto their spine.

III. DREAMING OF HOME
You may wake with a start from your deliberations (or arguments) with a jolt of pain from the base of your spine as something is pulled away rapidly. A dark-haired man who looks to be in his thirties or so holds you carefully, but as soon as you start to regain your senses, he sets you back and holds up his hands.

Woah— Woah there, it’s fine! The tree was, uh, trying to take you back is all. You’re fine now.

As long as you’re not going to attack him, he offers a friendly smile and a hand to shake.

Name’s Cyrus. Sorry about the rude awakening. Let’s get your friend here unhooked too.

And indeed, glancing over, you can see the person you met in that room laying nearby, and it looks like a vine has snaked underneath them to exactly where something had just been pulled from you… Best not to think about it, maybe. Or if you've been unlucky enough to be one of the last people rescued, you might find vines and roots starting to grow into your skin. It's fine!

CYRUS, THE TRIBUNE

Cyrus is the NPC heading up the Meridian Faction, and is available to thread with under this header. Cyrus has come to the Tree of Life to help rescue the Shard-Bearer’s from the Tree, so he’s not going to be inclined to explain too much right away, since he’s on a mission, but he’ll stick around once everyone is successfully freed from Prompt 2 to speak with anyone that wants to. The following is just an OOC summary of information in case you do not need to thread with Cyrus:

Cyrus will gladly introduce himself to everyone, and will further explain his position in Meridian and Springstar (see the NPC Page) and the goals of Meridian itself (see the Faction Page, save for the italicized section). But most importantly, he’ll explain that he knows it sounds like something overly optimistic. It’s fair to be skeptical. He’ll produce a small glass bead from a bag he’s carrying. It looks like the necklace he wears, though not lit up. He’ll explain that the force of Meridian is a gift and can be a tether to your home, if you let it. As his fingertips light up, the energy is infused into the bead, which he’ll hand to you.

Taking the bead into your hands, you’ll take a bird’s eye view of your home world as if your consciousness is split, since you’ll still perceive standing in front of Cyrus at the tree. Rather than a vision, the view of your world is absolutely real, you’re certain. It’s a glimpse at the world that you thought destroyed, and if you focus on a particular place or a particular person, you’ll find the view shifting rapidly to it. No one you watch is aware of your presence, but simply continues about their daily life, whatever that is. But after about a minute, the view will fade as the light in the bead also fades.

That’s an iliachtida, a sunbeam, and when infused with Meridian’s light, allows someone Harmonized to it to check in on their world, he explains. It also acts as an anchor that tethers their soul to their world in the Timestream. With it, their world can’t entirely disappear, so eventually, they can go home. It’s a gift he’ll allow anyone that wants it to keep it, but indeed, they’ll be unable to use it again without first Harmonizing to Meridian.

To help manage threadload for the Loremasters playing Cyrus, we ask that you only tag him with the character you are most likely to app. Similarly, new tag-ins will not be accepted after Monday, October 17th.

III. SPRINGSTAR, αιώνιος ήλιος
After your ordeals at the Tree of Life, perhaps you’re drawn to Springstar, the city of eternal sun and the seat of Meridian.

It’s currently (and fittingly) Spring in Springstar, and the bustling city is coming back to life after finishing up winter. It’s not as if the winters are especially harsh here, but you’ll quickly get the sense that the people of Springstar are vivacious and happy to celebrate. You’ll find the Entertainment District to be the liveliest, whether it’s at a rowdy bar or a brothel, but no matter what, you’re welcome with open arms and without question.

Of course, if you’d just like to use the chance to explore the city alongside your fellow Shard-Bearers, that’s fine too. It’s easy to get lost in the crowds of Springstar and see all the city has to offer.

IV. HIGHSTORM, луны-близнецы
Or maybe Highstorm, the city of twin moons and the seat of Zenith is more to your liking. It’s certainly the quieter of the two cities and is a relaxing, meditative place if that’s what you prefer. The chill in the air is constant, since it’s Autumn in Highstorm and the eternal night doesn’t help keep things warm, exactly. Snow isn’t out of the question at this time of the year, but it’s beautiful in the moonlight.

Because of the cooler weather than Highstorm is prone to, you’ll find many of its delights inside rather than outside. Libraries and museums are popular in the more introspective city, though it’s easy enough to find something that might please you. For example, the indoor hot baths are popular at this time of the year too. You’ll find the people are kind, if cool-tempered, though if you mention the fact that you’re a Shard-Bearer or allied with Zenith, they’re more likely to warm up.

Though much like Springstar, it may just be more interesting to explore the city with a fellow Shard-Bearer. And as a resident may warn you, it’s best to stay in the city. Wandering out into the marshes and forests isn’t advised. Of course, if you do, just contact a Loremaster to find out why. ♥

NOTES
  • Welcome to Kenos! As a reminder, all players are required to fill out an application, which are now open. This does include characters/players from Aion Teleos, so please don’t forget to fill one out! Any character/player that does not submit an application will be swept from the communities and the Discord after applications close.
  • Activity Check is optional this month, but is highly recommend so Christy can check her fancy program so that you can earn Activity Reward Tokens! Activity will be able to be submitted shortly after applications close. You can find more about how we do AC here.
  • This log is Game Canon. Any characters who are not apped to the game will disappear. If Cyrus or Yima are asked, they’ll explain that this happens sometimes, since not every soul has a strong tether to Kenos and sometimes return to the Timestream. They’re fine and may even return to Kenos one day, but for now weren’t able to make the full journey.
  • As a reminder, your character has a Shard somewhere on their body that encompasses their soul, so keep note of where you're sticking it on their person for reference! Additionally, they have a tattoo of their Aspect somewhere on their body. Please be mindful this Aspect will be assigned to you upon approval and whatever you choose for the TDM may be temporary (for new characters)!
  • For the Highstorm and Springstar prompts, both cities will be fully open and accessible to all characters once they are saved from their rather harrowing ordeal at the Tree of Life. For prompt ideas and any general information about the cities and what you can find there, please see the Navigation page and check out the locations!

    FOR NEW PLAYERS:

  • New players are welcome to join our Discord Server if you haven't already!
  • When they emerge from their cocoon/the ground, characters may be wearing their normal clothes, or they might be nude. Up to you!
  • At some point in the days after leaving the Tree of Life, new Shard-Bearers will have a dream, even if they're usually not capable of sleeping. All new players should read this post, since this details how they'll learn about both factions and their goals and should help them make a decision in which Faction they'd be drawn to.
  • New characters will not have access to any canon abilities on the TDM.
  • Your character will be offered temporary housing either at the Heliopolis district or Yima's manor for the first few weeks after their arrival. They will also be given a stipend for basic supplies like clothing and personal effects, and food is served in the cantina (Heliopolis) and at regular meal times in the Dining Room (Yima's manor). Once they Harmonize, they will get personal permanent chambers and a fancy retainer in their Faction's city. Wow! 🌈

    FOR OLD PLAYERS:

  • Characters may be Harmonized to their Faction (if that makes sense for the character, of course!) by the time of this log. This is more for IC reference, and just wait until application acceptance to do the OOC paperwork!
  • General reminder that your character won't have access to their powers until they have Harmonized.

  • CODING

    [personal profile] expiera 2022-10-17 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
    [well I TOOK A BREAK TOO so it was like i look away from aki thriving in high victorian snobbery, then i look back (checks notes) 8 years later and aki is thriving in high victorian snobbery, so, but also WELCOME BACK 🥰

    Oh, he just casually talks about blood. Okay then.]


    Then maybe a coat would suit you better than a shirt? [Blink.] Do you anticipate getting dirty again anytime soon, mister?

    [is this the same as asking "do you anticipate being rained on by blood anytime soon"? it is going by what he's just said, huh. But leeeeet's pretend that's not the case and act normal, yeah that sounds good,]
    exhound: (35)

    3

    [personal profile] exhound 2022-10-17 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
    [Vander is quickly starting to wonder if he really is dead and is now facing some sort of cruel joke of an afterlife. He's not really sure if he's ever really believed in hell, but he always thought it would have been quick and ruthless in its torments. There's something about the slow and insidious springing of this trap that has him rethinking that--it is much more cruel to be given a taste of hope here (bittersweet though it may be), and have it turned against him. His gaze drifts between the two girls, an anger-tinged dread welling up within him as the options laid out before them by the dryad echo through his head.

    He reins in his dismay to the best of his abililty, though the narrowing of his eyes and the slightest downturn of his lips betray his building anger at this turn of events. The stale, earthly scent in the air might simply stem from his imagination at the reveal of the poison, but the building heaviness in his limbs and the twinge in his chest most certainly do not.

    He has no intention of giving into this creature's twisted demands without a fight. Vander is at Caitlyn's side before she even has to ask, his own hands seeking purchase within the wall of roots blocking them in. They are, frustratingly, more sturdy than they look.]


    Steady now. We'll have to work it loose.
    settingup: (but what came first?)

    [personal profile] settingup 2022-10-17 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Humble royalty, huh? It always seemed like something that would put a real ego on a person, but maybe not always.

    Though now that the initial shock of it all has worn off, Atsumu does seem to be settling back into his previous, less surprised demeanor.
    ]

    Wasn't plannin' on it anyway.

    [ Oh well that's-- uh... nice? Maybe... ]
    zauneyete: (look pam your kid is dead it happens)

    [personal profile] zauneyete 2022-10-17 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
    It's certainly... ornate.

    [ He looked above his head at the lights. The word didn't sound like an oath, but it's close. Like something this fancy was too dressed up for Silco's tastes, even if he looked like he fit in perfectly. Silco had always had an odd sort of... disparity between where he thought he belonged, and where he looked like he belonged. The eye, of course, helps bridge the divide.

    His eye flicked to the door again, as if the woman was still there, but it's more of an idle thought as he considered the conversations. Vampires (while they existed on Runeterra) were the sorts of things in fiction to Silco, and he had never thought that the ones here were real. He had thought it was like those costume partiesinvited...
    ]

    Hm, these Vampires certainly aren't real where I'm from. [ A beat. ] Was her information worth the time?

    [ He did not, however, ask what it was. Game recognizes game, etc. ]
    kabooming: (🏒)

    mutual assured destruction......... ✨ the foundation of any healthy relationship,

    [personal profile] kabooming 2022-10-17 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
    [ this time, no witty quip is coming and Jinx is giving an outraged cry when she finds her stabby-arm grabbed and locked. HOE???? first bitch, now HOE? oh, my god. it is SO on.

    instead of continuing to try and get a go at Kaine from this angle, she lets the other woman keep that wrist seized - and instead releases the dagger from her captured hand to try and catch it with the other for a cheap shot toward her ribs. ]


    Thought you didn't want me to touch you. Here, lemme help loosen you up from the inside out!
    ktizo: (🎵 no matter where you go)

    [personal profile] ktizo 2022-10-17 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
    "Of course you are! But truly, some of my favourite memories of you are the ones where you're a little too deep in your cups."

    Laughing, he turns back to Cid. "Garlemald sounds awfully cold! As much as I enjoy a bracing winter's day, I would very much like to see this other city- Springstar, is it? I do love the sun."

    Though the moonlight here is charming in its own way, of course. "Are you staying here, Cid? Or venturing to the other city?"
    humainity: (On my planet)

    CHRISTY GO TO SLEEP

    [personal profile] humainity 2022-10-17 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
    "Interesting" sounds more like a compliment than an insult, so I don't think there's anything to forgive you for-- oh, thank you. [ For getting the door, and she trots inside, glancing over her shoulder at him. ]

    But I see, so it also has the benefit of additional education! I'm trying to understand the human heart, but I still don't always understand the reasons people do things a lot of the time. I still have much to learn.
    humainity: (Cool it skank you do not know me)

    [personal profile] humainity 2022-10-17 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
    You mean everyone in Eorzea bows when they offer friendship? Or are they just very polite about everything?

    [ He does speak very formally, she's noticed. ]
    settingup: (i ain't concerned)

    [personal profile] settingup 2022-10-17 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Yeah, Atsumu definitely knows that feeling. Unfortunately he also knows the visceral feeling of waking up in a strange world with the crushing weight of feeling that your world had disappeared into dust. It seems a little gentler in these remnants of worlds at least.

    Probably helps that the people running the joint aren't such obvious megalomaniacs.
    ]

    Pretty sure there's a second option for if it is.
    pyojeol: (pic#15899159)

    iii

    [personal profile] pyojeol 2022-10-17 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
    [Sooyoung puts a hand out at the last second to prevent said BONK, resting it on Sophia's shoulder to avoid a collision. She retracts it as soon as it seems like it's safe, though she doesn't move away.]

    You're gonna get jumped if you keep looking around like that.

    [child(?) or not. there ARE people who would steal candy from babies, and hsy is one of them,]
    sanguinary: (benevolence)

    [personal profile] sanguinary 2022-10-17 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
    [It's the sort of determination that he can appreciate, at least. The smile on his face is small but genuine, and even though he wears it as strangely as any other expression, there's some warmth to it.]

    It's a noble way of thinking. Your people would be considered fortunate to have you, I think.
    sanguinary: (andromeda)

    [personal profile] sanguinary 2022-10-17 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
    He is not a person, but a friend to some, it would seem.

    [A crypticass answer, but sure, sure. He moves right along, offering a little half-bow in greeting (and also so he can scoop some sap from his shoes).]

    My name is Matsui Gou. I'm not a companion of humanity... At least, I don't think it would be in the same way that you might be.
    sanguinary: (oh?)

    YOUR EYEBALL TONGUE.. wow it really is a demon eye

    [personal profile] sanguinary 2022-10-17 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
    [It's fine, yeah, actually, it's totally fine.

    Matsui looks toward the Coliseum which is totally what she's pointing to and definitely not the brothel, and appears to consider it a little now that he actually has an idea of what point she is trying to convey. Presumably. Maybe.]


    Oh. Would you like to fight?

    [Once again, he sounds absolutely way too chill about this, especially considering the man looks like a twig who could be snapped in half over someone's knee in like two seconds. STILL, HE'S NODDING. HE'S DOWN? HE'S GOOD??? HE'S READY?! Apparently.]

    I have only heard talk of that place before, but if it's about fighting, then I would be glad to draw blood.

    [Normal On Main.]
    zauneyete: (Menacing)

    nope never mind white girl meltdown time (iii)

    [personal profile] zauneyete 2022-10-17 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Memories are wonderful things. They're encapsulated, they never change, and in them, one can reflect on the good times, and bad, and Silco has often drowned in his own memories -- literally, in fact. Multiple times. It was kind of a thing. There are others that are better, though. Some are simple, or downright domestic -- Jinx drawing on his desk while he threatened a chembaron, or that time Sevika came in with a foam mustache threatening murder. Others are...more involved.

    You know, like that time that his literal years of planning to overtake his hometown and get revenge finally culminated with a knife sunk into flesh.

    It's a good memory. Violent, yes, but it had changed Silco's life For the better, and after living in a canning factory for so long, he'd built a monument to the defeat of a certain individual -- and he didn't mean the statue -- but the Last Drop itself had been erected on the bones of what it had been.

    Yes, memories were good.

    Which was why, when a voice echoed through the market, Silco's head tipped, perceptibly, and he stopped. There were a few people who passed him, looking back to give him a look for stopping, but he ignored them all -- and they quickly sped up -- at the sight of his face. The eye was always intimidating, but that look of violent, pure rage took him by surprise.

    He started to move again, a cigar lit now, and he ran a hand through his hair, his fingers shook, and he headed in that direction, before he rounded the end of the aisle, just to confirm, before he said anything. Oh, but it was true, wasn't it? Well, he supposed that his luck would guarantee that when something good happened, then the bad must come as well. He stood there, at the end, murder in his eye, and it's only a moment, before the first few patrons catch his eye, and they start moving faster.
    ]

    Well, well.

    [ He said, his voice low, from the end of the aisle. In the dim light of Highstorm, his eye stands out -- a glowing pit -- although the scar is covered, leaving the dark of his eye to stand out even more. His voice is just loud enough to sound over the stalls, although it's hardly a shout. He doesn't have to. He rubbed his fingers together, a familiar thrum between them, an electric zing like touching a third rail. He breathed in a shuddering breath, angry. ]

    I never thought I'd see the day. The dead do rise.

    [ It doesn't sound like a good thing. ]
    Edited (plans changed! Silco had a meltdown! Bon Appetit!) 2022-10-18 04:26 (UTC)
    sanguinary: (thonk)

    PRETZELS YOU

    [personal profile] sanguinary 2022-10-17 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
    [HONESTLY HOW ARE THEY SUPPOSED TO LIVE WITHOUT THEIR LOFI AND VICTORIAN PLAYLISTS?? How are they going to get their novels published and move from aspiring writer to successful New York Times bestsellers like this...

    Anyway this isn't even an 18th of how dramatic his ass can get, so he just takes the comment placidly.]


    I don't think that it's very dramatic. It's just the way that it feels. Like something has reached inside and is grabbing hold tightly...

    [IS THIS NOT DRAMATIC. Apparently not. He pats his chest again, frowning in consideration. Love or loathing, huh?]

    Why are love and loathing both painful things to feel?

    [Why is it philosophy hour in this cafe??]
    sanguinary: (burning inside my lungs)

    [personal profile] sanguinary 2022-10-17 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
    [HELP our timing... shakes ur hand tho ninja clan here we stand.

    In any case, Matsui seems to be considering this - both the first question, and the second. Would a coat be better?? Probably... They're warmer, too. Hm. His gaze drifts over toward some of the jackets on display, which he also has absolutely no money to afford! YEEHAW.

    As for the second question - his gaze drifts back to her.]


    I never anticipate it. [Sometimes it just happens... Dirt? Blood?? Both?? Who knows!] If it's dirt or mud or sap or anything like that, I would like to avoid it in the future, if possible.
    kabooming: (😁)

    [personal profile] kabooming 2022-10-17 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
    [ did he just say vampires,

    one brow arches as she takes this in, and one can practically see the way the gears are turning in her head. yeah, this city is full of pretentious nerds (like Sebastian) and they definitely like collecting Oddities, that's for sure. so this is basically a guaranteed good haul, especially when she considers the possibility of what might be left for discovery in an entirely different world from her own.

    suddenly, she's real interested. this plan sounds like a great plan!! (she's an easy sell,) ]


    Y'know... you had me going for a sec there, Jeevesy. You really did! But I knew I liked you for a reason.

    [ she had been like .5 secs away from being like



    but it's been saved it's fine, now she's back to sunnily squeezing his arm as they cheerfully amble along and everything is coming up roses, ]


    Lead the way, sir!
    lachtara: (Can We)

    [personal profile] lachtara 2022-10-17 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
    That certainly gets an arch of his eyebrow in retort. "You're implying that there is some intentionality behind these tasks." As though it were planned by something or someone. "A test, mayhaps?"

    [personal profile] expiera 2022-10-17 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
    Given how drastic the change of scenery has been for most of us, you can hardly be blamed. That said, have you been to Springstar yet? The people living there do believe that you can return to where you used to be, it's a core belief of the Meridian.

    [With her hands folded at her back, she takes a few more leisurely steps into the garden and idly looks around.]

    But even if this was a dream, things haven't been too bad here, I think.

    [At that, she glances his way. Has he experienced otherwise?]
    humainity: (Gotta get back get back up)

    [personal profile] humainity 2022-10-17 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
    It's very nice to meet you, Matsui Gou. [ there, she knows his name now. ]

    What kind of way would you be a companion, then? It's true that I don't think that you're exactly like me. [ For so many reasons. ]
    redsoil: — PLEASE CREDIT! (Default)

    [personal profile] redsoil 2022-10-17 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
    That's your problem, then.

    [ The war god snaps the words, brittle and full of something syrupy-dark. Madness, brought to boil by the whispered words of apology from a woman he doesn't know; it is gone, he knows. Heliopolis. Kemet. Isis and Nephthys, Anubis -- even, Horus. They are gone, wiped from existence and it is he, the evil god beloathed by all that is here. In a place that harbors some mote of potential to repair the world, or damn it all for just one thing he yearns for most, it is Set, war god and scion of disorder, who has the ability ( the RIGHT! ) to choose.

    He wants to laugh. He wants to let the hysteria sentiment burn through his chest and warm his limbs -- do they see now? their judgment was truly for naught! they are dead, and he remains! ]


    I am, Kemet's god of war. I am Set, ruler of the desert, king of the Ennead. I lived, and they died. What can I not do? Tell me what it is, you think I cannot do?

    [ He finds his way onto a knee, his other leg curled under him - springlike, ready to lunge if he must. The words he whispers are as much a warning as they are a mad plea: ] Go on.
    kabooming: (😈)

    [personal profile] kabooming 2022-10-17 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
    [ once they start moving, her attention is already shifting from hassling Silco to renewed curiosity - and frustration - with their circumstances. stupid tree roots; this is a first. of all the dank, gross places she's been in her life? this is a new one to add to the list. ]

    Why wouldn't I want the knife? What are you going to do with it?

    [ she shoots him a side-long look like,

    duh? she should have the knife to do stabby crimes with, even if the only thing worth stabbing seems to be the humid caverns beneath the tree... that could change! you never know!!

    she's stifling a cough into her arm before holding her hand out expectantly. ]
    kabooming: (Default)

    hm. no, on second thought, i don't like that. retconning,

    [personal profile] kabooming 2022-10-17 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
    [ yeah, he is super chill? he is even more chill than the whacked-out dudes that hang around The Last Drop come closing time, even if that might be a different kind of chill. whatever, it still counts. probably,

    Jinx angles a brow at his reaction, though - draw blood? - and a slow grin starts over her face; next thing he knows, she's sliding an arm around his shoulders. unless he's super tall in which case, she doesn't do that bc she's short. he has short king energy tho so in my head this is what's happening. i am re-writing Matsui Chuck to be a short king if he wasn't already.

    so anyway Short King Chuck is now being led toward the Coliseum, wow, so glad they managed to avoid an embarrassing mix-up!!! fortuitous, ]


    Now that is the smartest thing you've said all day, Chuck! Good job, I like your style! [ she is, tragically, not being ironic either, help ] Don't know what we have to do to get a good fight going, but you know what? We'll figure it out when we get there! Fly by the seat of our pants!!

    [ he's not going to get that one, is he

    good ]
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    [personal profile] warmare 2022-10-17 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
    [The woman among the roots had demanded a sacrifice in exchange for the antidote to the poison creeping through their veins… and Hayame had given her one. The dryad asked for a life, and she had offered up a life.

    Not hers. (And not with any consent from the other party- What entity required their sacrifice willing?)

    But rather than freedom or relief from the poison she could feel gradually weakening her powerful body and creeping into her mind… she had been enfolded through the tree into another, different cage. She arrives like a tempest, hooves lashing out until she is free of the roots binding, moving her… and she arrives in front of a man, panting heavily, both sets of lungs heaving for breath, both hearts thundering in her ears. In the violence of whatever preceded her arrival and the violence of her resistance to the roots, the thin cloth tied over the left side of her face has gone askew, almost revealing the empty socket where a left eye had once been, leaving only raw (but not so raw that it could have occurred today) flesh and serum crusting on the fabric. Her long, ink black hair falls about her wild and chaotic, and the half-snarl on her face all too ready to become more than half reveals teeth far too sharp to match either human or equine parts.

    More importantly, those teeth are stained crimson with blood just as bright as her new cagemate’s eyes. Not just her teeth. Blood stains her lips, drips down her chin and down her throat to splatter over her breasts and vanish between them. There were no weapons in her hand-

    But she was a weapon. She did not need steel.

    Disoriented by her forced relocation, her remaining eye rolls wildly until she establishes her location (another root cage), her new companion (a stranger, looking unarmed and eerily composed), but finally… What’s left of her gaze locks on him, her voice spilling rabid from her throat. He’s been waiting?]


    You want to be my second offering so badly- ?

    [Would it work if she made it two? Three? Four? Why hadn’t it worked- ? The answer is there, in the back of her mind, but she hasn’t stopped moving since she was first imprisoned… and the realization needs a moment to catch up.]
    kabooming: (👿🔪)

    wow listen i've been framed??

    [personal profile] kabooming 2022-10-17 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Jinx is a speedy, agile creature - but also falls in Camp Normie, and thus doesn't have a leg up (heh, get it, leg up when they're running, it's a pun about sprinting because you need to use your legs, haha. do you get it? Leigh? Leigh are you laughing? Leigh? get it? leg up? haha,) on her competition, not to mention the marketplace full of people is making getting to him a little more of a pain in the ass than she'd like.

    in fact, she's causing something of a ruckus by pushing some folks out of the way in her haste to try and run him down. long as he makes a clear shot around a few corners, he might manage to lose her??

    uh, that thing is clicking really fast now and it seems super stuck to his hair-- ]