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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
    lachtara: (Calmness)

    [personal profile] lachtara 2022-10-18 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
    There is no instant answer to the question, Emet-Selch only gives him a sideways glance that he lets linger for a moment too long.

    "It is beautiful here, yes." A truthful answer.

    He pulls away further so that the both of them can get a clearer picture of the area. "This is Greenwood Yards. It hosts all manner of plants from this world and beyond." The distant greenhouse would be the most prominent feature of interest, but any area around them looked worth exploring

    "Within it, I have found many kinds of plants that I recognize and some that I do not. It makes for an interesting place to spend time exploring."
    impiety: (fire and you will be saved)

    [personal profile] impiety 2022-10-18 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Ah good, at least one of us is laughing.

    Archangel soaks up the derangement in the laughter. He breathes in deep, feeling a warm sense of relief in hearing it. So, you are insane, too... that makes things interesting. ]


    So, you did.

    [ He reaches his hands out to slip through the red hair; to rest his hands on either side of the god's face. Such a sad and pathetic sound. Archangel does not mind what may happen if he touches him. ]

    Congratulations. [ A beat. ] But do you want to save people now, god of war?
    settingup: (just lettin' you know)

    [personal profile] settingup 2022-10-18 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
    [ There might be something Atsumu is missing here (there probably is), but he furrows his brows as he looks at Dimitri, the corners of his mouth pulling down in a tight frown. ]

    Not sure what you coulda done for them all things considered.

    [ People don't usually have much individual control over the end of a planet, though of course there's whatever happened before that world crumbled into dust. It's not like Atsumu knows anything about this guy's personal history or ruling style though. ]
    ktizo: (🎵 no matter where you go i'll find you)

    [personal profile] ktizo 2022-10-18 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
    "Then by all means, let us explore it together. Would you be so kind as to accompany me to the greenhouse?"

    He takes Emet-Selch by the arm again, smiling softly at him. He's still so elated to be near him once more, their souls beside one another as they were always meant to be. He can barely keep his hands off him, an uncontrollable urge to simply spend hours holding him rising. He pushes it back down, because he knows the implications of such thoughts- he knows that were it to happen, he'd never be able to hide his true feelings.
    moonblades: (8)

    she is from ch 4!! for when you PLAY THE GAME (and i might app caren first so you have time)

    [personal profile] moonblades 2022-10-18 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
    Huh? Oh, no. I've only just got here. I've no idea what's in that dome right now.

    [Given when she's been told, though, what he says is a possibility...it's braided into the philosophies of this place. Even if it took a long time, several months of memories and stories replaying in the park, they're betting on the hope of restoring what once was.

    Mio touches the side of her neck gingerly, as if running her fingers over the waning mark there might cause her pain. It feels the way it always does, and she lowers her hand.
    ]

    It'd be nice. If I could see them again. Even so... I think I'd like to be a part of making sure others have the power to restore their worlds.
    superbshot: <user name=malagraphic> (Surprised)

    [personal profile] superbshot 2022-10-18 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
    [To...say that this is surprising is perhaps a little beyond the pale. Caitlyn just stops, her eyes widening in amused recognition. She can't...not...stare right into those strangely bright blue eyes, and it takes a great deal of willpower for her not to laugh. Taking a moment to draw in a breath, she tries to tamp down on that impulse entirely.]

    ...It would seem that you've found employment quite quickly, Ciel.

    [Is this another coping mechanism? Or is this just her natural state of being when she's not being ordered to commit war crimes? Caitlyn doesn't really know what to expect, exactly, but she does consider this a marked improvement over the last time they spoke.]
    kabooming: (👀)

    😇

    [personal profile] kabooming 2022-10-18 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
    --slow your roll, asshole!

    [ man. it's real unfortunate that Jinx spends her free time being a menace to society, performing such upstanding tasks as beating the shit out of people and blowing things up for living. tragic, that, because both chasing people down and being really rude once she's caught them are both kinda her things... damn. Atsumu is really goin' through it today, 😔

    this means that he might hear her little pleasant quip before she's right there when he leaves the mouth of the alley, sweeping a foot out from under him and aiming to pin one of her knees into his spine if she manages to take him on down to the ground,

    ...did she forget about the clicking? maybe. ]


    --Oh. Baby's gonna blow, ain't she?

    [ but rather than scrambling to get up and off of him, she's just sorta... sitting? on him? and watching to see what happens as the bug-gadget begins trilling a sharp pattern that seems to be reaching a cresendo-- ]
    sparring: (pic#15577583)

    vi ϟ arcane ϟ iconoclast

    [personal profile] sparring 2022-10-18 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
    ϟ III. Springstar, ΑΙΏΝΙΟΣ ΉΛΙΟΣ: Psychagogia
    A Bar.

    [One of the first things Vi decides to do after talking to Cyrus and getting the little glowing orb he'd offered her was to find a place to get a drink, get the lay of the land, get her head on straight.

    This whole thing still seems fake. Surreal. A new world? What the fuck?

    At least a bar is pretty universal. You go inside, you scope out the scene, you go to the bar and order a beer, and then you find a table in the darkest corner to sit and drink said beer. It's not complicated. It's familiar, and the moment she's inside she feels right at home - she'd pretty much grown up in a bar after all. And feeling at home is the feeling she needs right now.

    Lifting her hands, she pulls up the hood of her jacket and heads to the bar, leaning on it and lifting her hand to get the barkeep's attention, then she orders a beer, only to be greeted with a friendly 'what kind?'

    Well shit.

    Turning to whoever's next to her, she speaks, voice a little tense. Not exactly companionable.]


    What's good to drink here?
    The Coliseum.

    [It's only by chance that she finds the Coliseum in her idle wanderings, trying to get a feel for the city. It's strange, coming from a place where she knew every street, every turn and back alley, the intricacies of the scaffolding and catwalks, to suddenly not know any of those things.

    But when she sees it, she knows it's exactly what she needs to blow off a little steam. Her fists are still wrapped, her knuckles already a little bloody and dirty, and she signs up for a fight as soon as she figures out where to go and how to do it. Couldn't be much different than the old arcade back home, where she whiled away some of her childhood practicing her fighting until she became the powerhouse she already was before those years in jail. Right? So she signs up to fight a conjured monster. Start off 'easy.'

    There's a bit of a wait until it's her turn in the ring, and she turns to the person waiting next to her.]


    Hey. You done this before?
    ϟ IV. Highstorm, ЛУНЫ-БЛИЗНЕЦЫ
    Café Near the Tomes.

    [Highstorm is not suited to her at all. She's used to the dark, the constant twilight and dreariness, but the tone of quiet contemplation the whole place has is not at all suited to her fire-bright anger or the tension she's feeling. Rather than settling her down, it just makes the tension stand out in her mind in stark contrast to her surroundings.

    When she sees the café and its offering of customized drinks based on people's shards, she decides to go in. The café is just as contemplative and quiet as the rest of this place, and she feels like she might be going mad with all the quiet. But she tugs down the front of her shirt enough to show off her shard, and gets her drink and settles in at a table. There are books scattered here and there, but she doesn't pick one up, just sits with her shoulders slightly hunched and her head down, mouth set in a straight line as she takes a sip of the drink.]


    Eurgh, what is this?

    [It's not what she was expecting, but then again she's not really used to fancy coffees and teas. Still, she takes another sip, and the second time it's not so bad. By the fourth sip, it's actually pretty good. When someone sits down near her at the table just over, the quiet is really starting to get to her, and she leans over a little.]

    You think the fortune thing is real?
    ϟ Wildcard
    Feel free to hit me up with a random starter or shoot me a PM or message me on discord at onlilypads #8008 to plot something!
    zauneyete: (That good Undercity Backlight)

    [personal profile] zauneyete 2022-10-18 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
    [ This wasn't good. He released a hiss of frustration, his head whirled to look for the source, or if it was going to start closing in -- were they going to just die down here? Seriously? After all of that?

    The branches deflected Jinx's stab, and he kept back, so her deflection didn't accidentally cut him -- and he narrowed his eyes, looked to the ground, the ceiling. Nothing. Every side locked into place, as if they had always been there, above their heads, roots, floor? Roots. If the roots were strong enough to deflect the knife, there was likely only one thing that might get them out.

    Silco's eye narrowed, as he tried to take stock. It's the only reason why he noticed the roots...still moving? Almost imperceptible in the way they changed, started to make a face in the roots, faint though it was. He sneered, but put a hand to Jinx's shoulder, to indicate the face.
    ]

    There. That looks like a face, doesn't it?

    [ Maybe if they killed it, they could get out of here? She had the knife. ]
    sparring: (pic#15577569)

    [personal profile] sparring 2022-10-18 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
    [She's on edge, beyond on edge, and at first the familiar voice doesn't register. She's about to lash out, to throw a punch before one can be thrown at her, when she catches a glimpse of the face that's looking at her. Straight dark hair, pretty blue eyes. The shape of it is familiar, and that cuts through the fear and all her anger at being afraid in a matter of seconds.

    Fists dropping to her sides, Vi stares at Caitlyn for a few moments, chest heaving, still catching her breath, adrenaline coursing through every vein and nerve in her body.]


    Cupcake?

    [Her voice breaks slightly on the second syllable. It's been minutes since she saw Caitlyn last, since they clung to each other and watched Jinx's bomb fly toward Piltover, but it feels like an eternity. Without thinking, without caring how dirty she still is, she steps forward and wraps her arms around the other girl, hugging her tight.]
    superbshot: (Hug)

    [personal profile] superbshot 2022-10-18 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
    [If Vi were seeing more clearly, she'd probably pick up on a few things. Caitlyn's face is a bit more lined, there are new creases around her eyes, and she's put on muscle. Physical training and harder living had done that to her, but all that newfound toughness fled as she stepped forward to grab Vi into a ferocious hug.]

    Vi...it's...it's so good to see you.

    [Holding her tight, she clings to the shorter woman for a moment more before pulling back just enough to look down into her eyes.]

    There's a lot to catch you up on. But Heavens have I missed you.
    gravings: (058)

    [personal profile] gravings 2022-10-18 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Gray doesn't know very many things, and she's known less with every new world she's booted to. It makes it easy for her to look to others for knowledge and guidance, even when their information would readily turn everything she believed on its head. The state of being educated and disproven is normal for her, and she's rarely shaken by it anymore, open to the idea of any manner of creature and multiple layers of reality, magic in the truest sense.

    But this — a confident, matter-of-fact assertion that she can return home and even see it right now — is almost too much to bear. She believed completely that her world was done with, that she had no recourse but to look forward and create a new life for herself.

    Her hands are shaking as she reaches out slowly to take the bead from Cyrus. Immediately her consciousness is split, and half of her is taken to the bustling streets of London with its vibrant double-deckers, busy pavements, and proud old architecture. One thought later she's taken to the Clock Tower, to the El-Melloi classroom, where Lord El-Melloi II himself stands at its head and delivers a lecture exactly the way she remembers him doing.

    It's an awful first impression to make on a presumably influential leader, but before she can try to stop it, Gray is crying yet again. She cries like someone used to crying, quietly and with little attempt to pretend she isn't. She continues to hold on to the bead, and probably will continue to until Cyrus indicates he'd like it back. It takes her a long while to find words again. ]


    What happens... if Meridian doesn't get the Oracles?
    superbshot: <user name=malagraphic> (Ready)

    [personal profile] superbshot 2022-10-18 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
    War. Or...near enough to it. An enemy, a terrorist that wanted to cause an incident, set off an explosion in the seat of Piltover's government. My mother is a Councilwoman, and she was there, as were my best friend, and his partner, alongside other dignitaries.

    [She squares her shoulders, looking away from Dimitri and out over the garden.]

    There is a very real possibility that my people will be going to war with the people they were trying to reach an arrangement with. As well as a neighboring nation of Noxus, as there was an ambassador in the city.

    [She huffs.]

    There may not be much home for me to bring back, and yet I am torn. Yima's promise of a new world could provide a chance at a better world, one with real progress. But that would mean condemning the fractured one I came from.
    superbshot: (Unsettled)

    [personal profile] superbshot 2022-10-18 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
    Well, that's good at least. It'll make it easier for you to adjust, probably.

    [At least, that's what she assumes. If he's familiar with it, he's familiar with it.]

    My name is Caitlyn, by the way. Excuse my poor manners in not introducing myself sooner.
    warmare: (女らしく)

    [personal profile] warmare 2022-10-18 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
    [In all honesty (for Hayame may not be forthcoming at all, but she was usually honest), Hayame hates being reminded of her failings. Even something as petty as this, not knowing what leather to choose or what color to pick… It grates, to think that-

    That other people just did it, and for some reason (specific reasons) she struggled with it. Her sudden companion looks through the colors and she thinks she might say… it doesn’t matter, because surely one of these fancy mages can grow back an eye if they can pluck people from other worlds. Or perhaps she might go instead with deciding out of spite that she will just force anyone who looked at her to confront her injury, ugly as it was.

    But then she has four choices to stare at, and eventually-]


    … Fine. That one.

    [The grey-black one.

    She doesn’t know why.]
    humainity: (I think I just heard a spooky noise)

    [personal profile] humainity 2022-10-18 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
    Oh, don't worry! I've encountered at least six people here who don't know the term, either. I'd be happy to explain!

    [ Look at her, being useful! She's thrilled. ]

    "AI" stands for "artificial intelligence". It means I was created... though I don't know by who or what. I don't have any memory other than being given my directive. So I may look like this, but normally I'm made out of numbers and commands... if this is considered a "real" world, I shouldn't be able to exist like this in it.
    zauneyete: (wasteful)

    [personal profile] zauneyete 2022-10-18 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Between everything that had happened to the lot of them, it's not surprising that there are those that Silco hasn't encountered yet. Silco himself had enough to deal with between meeting with Yima, purging the vile goo from his soul, and then there had been the tree, and Silco --

    Well. He had priorities. Things to do.

    He looked between Amos, and the books. Some of his searching had indeed been about the technology, but they were both in a particular section, and Silco pointed to the book that he'd been eyeing. Something about local firearms of Highstorm and their uses. It's a particular book, something filled with jargon and things that were nonsense to Silco, but...
    ]

    I thought I might check a few out on our weapons of war, as well as the local technological advances. I'm afraid this world is similar enough to my own that I'm trying to find the places where I might be more familiar.

    [ The lie was smooth. He was absolutely thinking of Jinx. ]
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    [personal profile] sanguinary 2022-10-18 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
    [The look on his face isn't exactly one of surprise, but there's some very faint curiosity there nonetheless as he lifts the grey-black one up, turning it over in his hand. Like he'd perhaps expected her to select a different one, maybe.

    All the same, he'll set the other swatches down soon after.]


    This one, then. [And then, because he's both honest and forthcoming, and also has all the social tact and grace of a single stale cheeto, he'll add:] It takes getting used to, I think... Choosing things.

    [Choosing colors or things to wear. Choosing anything, really. The way he states it isn't pitying or even particularly empathetic, so much as someone stating a fact in the same way you'd point out the greenness of the grass.]

    —Do you know how to sew? To fashion this into a fitted patch.
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    [personal profile] sanguinary 2022-10-18 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
    Different styles are suited to different blade wielders, and different blades at that.

    [Said with a little flicker of a smile, which seems to carry some degree of mild amusement. He's a hack and slash kind of guy, too! Sometimes... Not as much as some of his comrades, but certainly more than others. Sometimes you just gotta get in there and do a stab, it happens.

    Then, with a curious cant of his head:]


    May I ask what your job is?
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    [personal profile] sanguinary 2022-10-18 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
    Making the attempt is important.

    [A quiet echo back, though as with most of the things he says, it's hard to discern much about how he actually feels about the words he speaks. Still, he eventually nods - agreement, maybe? Or at least an understanding of how Dimitri arrived at that conclusion.]

    ...Would you tell me a little more about it? The place that you come from, that is. It didn't sound familiar to me.
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    [personal profile] sanguinary 2022-10-18 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
    [Though his expression doesn't seem to outwardly change much, the vibe is very ??, like he is unaware of the fact that he just cracked a good one. Still, he'll just move right along... Johnny gets an inquisitive look, before Matsui's gaze drifts back to the wares he'd been eying.]

    There isn't much else to do at the moment though, is there? Beyond getting settled, that is.

    [Sure there are other essentials to get to, probably! Finding shelter and food and all that! But, y'know. Swords and all. Sometimes you simply aren't used to having to care about the basic necessities in life and so your default becomes "shirts, probably".]
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    [personal profile] lifespanned 2022-10-18 08:12 am (UTC)(link)
    Trying to wake you up, obviously!!

    [ She puffs out her cheeks into a pout, not enjoying the semi-accusation that she was thinking about lifting things off of him. Her intentions had been pure, regarding checking on him— though she may have gotten a little sidetracked on creeping close in order to figure out if he was a shardbearer or not. ]

    Sor-ry for trying to look out for some stranger that I don't know. Hmph! Do I even look like I steal things to you?

    [ The walking stick and the shades... yeah, those aren't clicking in her head as obvious context clues, perhaps because she's busy trying to defend herself. ]
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    [personal profile] lifespanned 2022-10-18 08:26 am (UTC)(link)
    [ She can't help the little gasp that escapes her as Gen slams his fist into Amos's face, recoiling a bit from the suddenness of it all. What Amos had said had been unacceptable (and insensitive in a way, especially to Gen's ears, she's sure), but the quick escalation of the situation still puts her on edge. It doesn't help that she can see both sides.

    Because a part of what Amos says is right, too. The quickest solution to this puzzle is to kill someone off, then revive them— she's sure that's why he decided on killing Dextera. It's what Misa would have chosen too, if she were able, and had she gotten stuck in rooms with people she didn't know well, or who were hostile to her. Her eyes flick to Kaeya, looking for evidence that he made the same decision that she had, before going forward with her own explanation. ]


    Um, you can take off a part of yourself, too. That thing will give us a knife if we choose to do it? So let's stop fighting, please...

    [ Misa holds up her left hand for them all to see— the nails have been sliced off with the aforementioned knife, though no blood remains to tell the tale. ]

    I tried it, but I still got sent here. I don't think it works! Or maybe...

    [ She pauses, hesitating on her next words. ]

    Maybe it wasn't enough...?
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    4b!

    [personal profile] lifespanned 2022-10-18 08:34 am (UTC)(link)
    Oh yeah?

    [ Misa pipes up with interest— she's over here in the Spooky Section™ more for the sake of aesthetics than anything else. She'd always kept a few books laying around her apartment about the supernatural, drawing inspiration from them whenever she and her friends decided to play pranks, or edit fake ghost footage. That, and... well, she'd like to see if there's any material on her beloved gods of death - what if there's texts detailing about them? It'd be nice to see them, even on a page... ]

    So these books are filled with a bunch of made up stuff? I wanna know. Come on, tell me.

    [ It's nice to have Sebastian around — he's polite, and fun to talk to, and she'd had about a million and one questions about what it was like being a demon butler. Doubly so, any familiar face right now is a welcome one. Since he has a book open in his palm, she tries to sneak a peek at it, tilting up on her tippy-toes if necessary to try and get a look at the writings inside. ]
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    [personal profile] snakeandfangs 2022-10-18 12:37 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ glad she passed 'communications with toge 101'... but she'll have to go through a few more levels to truly understand.

    doesn't keep him from being a little embarrassed. ]


    ... salmon.

    [ he pivots. pointing at her and then to gesturing broadly with both hands toward their surroundings, he then points again and shrugs. ]

    Ikura?