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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, αÎčώΜÎčÎżÏ‚ ΟλÎčÎżÏ‚
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, Đ»ŃƒĐœŃ‹-Đ±Đ»ĐžĐ·ĐœĐ”Ń†Ń‹
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
    moonblades: (12)

    presume some level of late-game xenoblade 3 spoilers from here on out

    [personal profile] moonblades 2022-10-19 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
    We're working on it!

    [Mio snaps, but it's half-hearted. The pressure from the Dryad is almost worse than the crippling weakness already beginning to drag her down. But the poison is making it harder to decide, harder to even see what's in front of her face.

    It's...so much like that day, actually. The memory she least wants to give up is the one that keeps centering itself in her mind now. That's what she'll have to let go, isn't it?
    ]

    I made a promise, that I'd always carry this with me. Live on for them. But if it's to protect someone else...! [Any of them would understand. Miyabi would want her to keep moving forward and not let anything happen to this girl she's found herself trapped with.]

    Right. We'll do it, together. Tell me - I'll do my best to remember it.
    superbshot: (Unsettled)

    [personal profile] superbshot 2022-10-19 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
    [Ah, fair. That'd be why she doesn't really remember him that well. A few flashes here and there, but the cave was really where she knew most of the Kenoma from.]

    Yes. The...I don't remember her name, but the Aion woman there killed someone and created that black slime, and made us all drink it. It was a decidedly unpleasant experience.

    [It was the reason she'd started out so dead set against the Regent.]

    Were you with the second group of unfortunates, then?
    kabooming: (😰)

    III; bar with a lil sprinkle of wildcard for flavor!

    [personal profile] kabooming 2022-10-19 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
    [ whenever Vi is making her way outside the bar, having had enough of inebriation and (probably questionable) company -- she might find her exit rudely interrupted by someone reaching out to wrench and grab her by the shoulder of her jacket, trying to shove her up against the wall with enough force to knock the hood back.

    but instead of getting assaulted or any similar brand of fun and excitement Vi might've been preparing for, she's just getting... stared at? stared at in a very wide-eyed sort of way, eyes flittering manically over her face to take in her features. ]


    --Vi? H... how, How are you...

    [ --real?

    here?

    real and here?? is she? is she here? --impossible, right? it's impossible; she can't be here. she was back at home, back with the Enforcer before everything had gone absolutely sideways. that was... real, right?

    what WAS real, now that she's thinking about it?? SHE HAS A LOT OF QUESTIONS, ACTUALLY, ]
    zauneyete: (you sly dog you)

    ii

    [personal profile] zauneyete 2022-10-19 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
    [ The coffee in these cafés was not... what Silco would consider good. Mind, his standard for coffee was the sort of black sludge that stood in for coffee in the undercity, a place so harsh that the air and water was poisoned -- the kind of thing that a vile, nasty little man would find pleasurable, or at least as a pick me up. Which was why he was currently making a face at the cup, between two books he'd picked up in the tomes, a third for notes, a small leatherbound thing he was notating something in.

    Unfortunately, he happened to look up with a note of disgust to the man at the table next to him. Whereas Hythlodaeus has a certain... aura of calm about him, Silco is all sharp edges, violent. When he's smiled at, Silco only lifts an eyebrow, a note of sarcasm in his voice, when he says:
    ]

    What, did I catch you staring?

    [ Says the man, who very clearly could win a staring contest without trying. ]
    kabooming: (📖)

    [personal profile] kabooming 2022-10-19 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
    There's a petulant huff exhaled through Jinx's nose before her shoulders slope, but she seems more disappointed than irritated. Curious, too - this guy was good, picked her positioning without so much as a wayward glance in the wrong direction.

    Interesting.

    Jinx leans a little further over the edge of the rooftop; his compliment for her handiwork does, at least, ingratiate her for the moment and prevent any of that earlier-mentioned petulance to go to The Dark Places it might've otherwise.

    "That's what we're both about to find out, Gramps! You wanna give 'er a countdown and see what happens?"

    The clicking is, in fact, speeding up as it sits in his hand. Hm. Ominous.
    superbshot: (Of Course...)

    [personal profile] superbshot 2022-10-19 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
    [Caitlyn looks back at the sound of the familiar voice, her eyebrow arching slightly. She hadn't noticed Jinx, and she'd be lying if her gloved hand didn't stray nearer to the pistol she'd acquired and hidden inside her jacket. But what point was that? It'd just end with Jinx coming back, and she wasn't quite ready to start going after shards...

    So, petty is as petty does.]


    I suppose that must just be you, unfortunately. All I smell is flowers and a nice breeze. Have you perhaps forgotten to wash your upper lip this fine evening?

    [Continuing inside, Cait pauses in front of some rose bushes, studying the delicate flowers and wondering just how they're growing in this state of perpetual night. Not a care in the world.]
    Edited 2022-10-19 04:56 (UTC)
    kabooming: (Default)

    [personal profile] kabooming 2022-10-19 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
    If there's ever a question between fire, and... [ she raps her fingers idly, thoughtfully, against her chin, ] oh, I don't know. Anything else? The answer's always gonna be fire, Silco.

    [ but she pries the knife out of the Dryad's eyesocket now weeping a Familiar Sap (gross), taking a step back and stifling another cough into her inner elbow. maybe it's because of the claustrophobic nature of their captivity, but--

    it's getting harder to breathe, isn't it?

    know what will help with that? fire. definitely. ]


    You wanna do the honors?
    superbshot: <user name=malagraphic> (Talk Happy)

    [personal profile] superbshot 2022-10-19 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
    "It's nice to meet you," Caitlyn offers, inclining her head in greeting. "I'm Caitlyn Kiramman."

    An elderly man, well...that's just fine. The name is meaningless, but it has an Ionian sound to it, perhaps.

    "Just arrived?"
    zauneyete: (Mis-matched)

    iia-ish with a twist!

    [personal profile] zauneyete 2022-10-19 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Eventually the people-watching at Highstorm gets boring. Not because the denizens were boring, but where the City of Eternal Night felt dark like home, the city of Eternal Spring seemed to be its polar opposite. Where the people in Highstorm were pretentious, there was none of that here, and while this place was too... bright? Jubilant? Too much by far -- there's no reason for him to entirely avoid it.

    After all, he needed to see how the other side was living, especially since the Meridian had clearly been aligned against the Zenith, and Silco was nothing if not great at being prepared.

    Or well, he'd thought he had been. He'd taken up in a dark corner of the bar, where his ever-open eye glowed like some of the lights against the wall behind him -- he very nearly blended in, which was what he liked. He'd been nursing -- barely drinking -- his own glass, a glowing ember of a slowly dying cigar in the ashtray. He'd been about to leave, go back to Highstorm to get out of this glowing mess when --

    Silco leaned forward, almost curious if she would somehow divine that he was here, in the dark of one corner, but Silco could recognize the cut of those shoulders, and -- the cigar snapped between his fingers. No. No, no. How was it, that just when the one person he'd hoped to see arrive, Vi shows up?

    The single person who Silco feared, more than anyone else? Not for his life, but what she represented, what she could do.

    He flagged a waitress over, to make sure a drink was sent Vi's way, and he slipped her a paper with a small note, for under the glass. Keep who it was from secret, but the note underneath would have her on edge, if she didn't notice him.

    When she's given the drink -- the cheapest, nastiest beer that they serve, there's a small slip under paper, that reads in neat, overly controlled script: Hello, Vi.

    If she doesn't know his handwriting, it doesn't matter. There can't be that many people who know her, here.
    ]
    zauneyete: (light em up)

    [personal profile] zauneyete 2022-10-19 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Silco's eyes turned to her again, a pause, an evaluation. A look up, and down. She coughed again? Hm.

    He felt it too, that scratchiness, but he'd thought something about the plants was irritating something -- he'd swallowed more than one cough himself, a touch more practiced at it, having to appear strong and stalwart, but even he was breathing a little harder.

    But Jinx, his daughter? Was a genius. She understood chemistry and combustion far better than Silco did, who probably had enough knowledge for survival, and perhaps what he'd picked up from Singed, but not the intimate, in-depth knowledge that Silco held. He would trust Jinx over himself, and while she was chaotic -- wild and free, he would say -- she wasn't going to say anything that would hurt the two of them. Hopefully. He pulled out his lighter.
    ]

    Don't mind if I do. Think it'll scream again?

    [ He asked, before he flicked the ignition, a spark flashed, but it didn't light. ] Blasted -- [ Another try. Another spark, but no flame. He grimaced, before a final flick, and a fire lit. ]

    Let's see how you like this --
    superbshot: <user name=malagraphic> (Amused)

    4A

    [personal profile] superbshot 2022-10-19 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
    [The question, from a well dressed gentleman no less, takes her slightly by surprise. She'd barely been paying attention to the man as she poured over some pages on the history of Springstar...but now that he's spoken up she sets down her book.]

    Nothing too fancy, I suppose. I'm fairly partial to duck, but I'll eat most foods.

    [Really she's so not picky.]

    [personal profile] expiera 2022-10-19 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
    Clearing the mind with running? [Blinks.] Your friend must be [a jock] very athletic... Um, that is. Maybe fifteen minutes to half an hour at most? We're not too far from there right now, actually! As long as we don't come across too much foot traffic, it should be a quick walk. The cheaper ones tend to be on the district's outer edge while the luxurious ones are more towards its center, so that works in our favor, too.

    [not that it's relevant to this guy since he's penniless but details, haha,

    anyway what's the verdict,]
    sanguinary: (considering)

    yeah and ill do it again

    [personal profile] sanguinary 2022-10-19 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
    [TRULY IS NO ONE IN THIS BAR NORMAL. Can't believe Itsuki is out there missing all his chances though, damn.

    For now, Matsui just glances into his half-full cup. Some swords feel intense murderous rage! Actually quite a few of them do because they're all normal in this Citadel. Matsui seems to have to consider whether or not he has, though.]


    ...I don't believe that I have.

    [HE ISN'T SURE?? Look he can barely tell anger and hatred apart, of course he's not going to have an answer to this.]

    Have you?
    gravings: (070b)

    [personal profile] gravings 2022-10-19 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Gray nods slowly. Drags her feet a little despite the circumstances. Because even if she knows it must be done — no memory is worth the lives of both herself and another — it feels truly like she's about to give up something that's made her who she is for the better. It isn't the memory she wants to give up, but it's the only one that comes across strongly anymore as the fog of poison shrouds her mind. ]

    When I met my mentor... Lord El-Melloi II.

    [ The scene will paint itself in Mio's mind: an ornate, well-kept church, the old black statue of a Madonna looming over its interior, Gray wary and weary, Lord El-Melloi II tall and gloomy. Gray's emotions at the time bleed to Mio via the Communion that establishes itself between them. ]

    It was about a year ago. He came to my village... We spoke in the church. He asked me if I thought people were capable of changing.

    [ She thought he was strange. He was self-deprecating, vulnerable. She found him a little disgusting — but only because she could see herself in him. He openly admitted to being selfish, and he made her an offer with little by way of recompense. Even so...

    "I want your help. I want you to come with me."

    Those words along with an impression of a tall, long-haired man with deep creases etched in his brow will come across loud and clear via Communion. And so will the hope that trickled into Gray's heart when he spoke to her.

    She thought,

    If you'll worry with me.
    If you'll suffer with me.
    If you'll hurt with me.
    If it's you, your guidance will be better than the advice of any sage.


    The memory ends there, and the recollection of it wells up in Gray's eyes now. The Dryad says nothing but seems to emit and air of acceptance, as well as expectation that Mio should answer in kind. ]
    Edited 2022-10-19 05:38 (UTC)
    exhound: (18)

    [personal profile] exhound 2022-10-19 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
    [He carefully sets the little bird back onto the table amidst the other little objects. He can’t really argue that’s its not worth appreciating even in a fleeting sort of way.]

    Fair enough, I suppose. [There’s the briefest flash of an amused grin before he turns his attention to the man in earnest.]

    Name’s Vander. Good to meet you. [He offers his hand for a shake.] You been around these parts long?
    exhound: (39)

    [personal profile] exhound 2022-10-19 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
    [Lucky me indeed, he thinks, fighting to keep a scowl off his face and only slightly succeeding.]

    Well, clearly you were expecting something messy. [He holds up the towel, raising an eyebrow. Then he shakes his head—there’s a more important issue to get down to:] What the hell am I doing here?
    exhound: (07)

    [personal profile] exhound 2022-10-19 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
    Sounds like a great way to get into trouble.

    [It’s clear from the little half-smile of his that the words aren’t quite wholly an admonishment.]

    But your heart’s in the right place. It’s admirable, wanting to help others.

    [Even if wandering around a bar alone is an odd way of accomplishing it.]
    zauneyete: (Like...)

    [personal profile] zauneyete 2022-10-19 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
    Silco looked up from another book, one more about the government of Highstorm and the evolution through the years. One never knew when they would need the in-depth understanding that came from enough casual knowledge of a world -- it's something that Silco often felt restrained by in Horos -- and now here. Before, in Zaun, he understood all of it because he not only ran it, he'd lived there his entire life. He lived and breathed that world.

    Here, he was back to being at a disadvantage, but so was everyone else.

    His two-tone gaze evaluated the man, the bow, overly polite, perhaps? Culture? Uncertain.

    "I suppose I am. A little eager to learn the history, are you?"
    exhound: (17)

    [personal profile] exhound 2022-10-19 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
    [Thankfully, this little mishap is quickly put behind them, no muss no fuss. He offers the cordial stranger a grateful smile when he brushes aside Vander’s apology, glad to have one less worry weighing in on his already crowded thoughts.

    He takes a moment to glance along the back of the room until he spots the aforementioned free seats.]


    Company sounds like a fine idea.

    [No use drinking away his worries alone. Vander offers the man a nod and the briefest flash of a warm smile, then begins making his way over there—this time much more mindful of not to bump into anybody. The seats are nestled in a fairly quiet corner of the bar, with a low table laid out nearby. Vander settles into one of the chairs with a rather weary sigh.]
    exhound: (33)

    ngl i was hoping for this

    [personal profile] exhound 2022-10-19 05:48 am (UTC)(link)
    [Vander grimaces as he hears the splash of a drink being spilled and the expletive that follows it, backing up a step to Gen a little space to fume. Ah, so he’s one of these types, burdened with youthful attitude. Not that Vander can really blame him, having been a bit fiery in his own youth, and the ire over the wasted drink is somewhat well deserved.

    Even as on edge as Vander is feeling right now, he knows better than to feed into that kind of thing. So he carefully schools that grimace into something much more neutral, raising up his free hand in a placating gesture.]


    That I do. [He turns back to the bartender, who had been watching the exchange with a guarded expression.] Another one for the lad, eh?
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    [personal profile] exhound 2022-10-19 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
    [It’s a bit unexpected, hearing such an agreement from someone looking as well put together as Sebastian. He expected most of the folks perusing this part of the market to have a much more keen interest in this sort of thing, especially those who seemed at one with the city’s peculiar tastes. Vander too has primarily made his way here out of sheer curiosity and a desire to get a feel for the sort of place Highstorm presented itself as, but it’s clear he’s rather out of his element here.

    Vander carefully turns the little object over as he inspects it further—it’s a surprisingly detailed little sculpt of a basket of flowers, something that looks rather out of place in his large, calloused hand.]


    It’s one hell of a sight, all of them lined up like this. [He sets the little bauble back down amidst the rest.] Can’t imagine the patience it takes, making all of these.

    [He can respect that much, even if he doesn’t quite get the appeal.]
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    [personal profile] exhound 2022-10-19 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
    [There’s a reaction Vander is fairly used to. As he turns his attention to Atsumu, he offers him a well-practiced warm smile.]

    “Collectibles” didn’t really fit into the sort of childhood I had. [He shakes his head, but there’s not much bitterness there. Vander had plenty of time to come to terms with that and cultivate an appreciation for the life he managed to build up for himself.] But you sound like you've had your fair share of them, hm?
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    oh boy oh boy

    [personal profile] exhound 2022-10-19 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
    [This new world was one that was full of surprises, but this was one Vander should have expected. He hadn’t been the only one dragged here from home, so of course the one person he was glad for the chance to never see again would make his way here too.

    Of course.

    Vander didn’t pay much mind to the minor commotion at the end of the aisle, not at first. He had idle but not unpleasant chit-chat with one of the locals to hold his attention, a little taste of normalcy to distract from the absurdity of his now-upended life. But it was hard to miss the urgency with which people start moving by, and just as he looked up to see what was going on, a familiar voice rang through the air, just barely audible above the crowd.

    Another taste of normalcy presenting itself for him, it seemed—a familiar one. An unwelcome one.

    Vander remembered, too. Remembered their last meeting so keenly as if it were yesterday—because from Vander’s perspective, it practically had been. That last plaintive conversation they had shared was sharp on his mind—Silco’s unfaltering refusal to listen to reason, so damn determined to drag pain and destruction into their home, as heart-wrenching as it was infuriating.

    He thought he’d had time to work through that residual anger in the time since he’d arrived in this strange new world, tamp it down to something manageable so that he could work through it properly. One didn’t make as drastic a pivot in life as Vander had without learning to control all the anger and bitterness that once served as a powerful catalyst. But really, it was just simmering there beneath the surface. This wasn’t an anger so easily dismissed. This was a well-deserved one. Vander could have forgiven it if Silco had just kept this grudge between the two of them. But he’d killed Benzo. Torn apart the fragile peace he’d worked to build by snuffing out Grayson’s life.

    And he’d gone after his goddamn kids.

    Vander tensed the second he caught sight of Silco looming at the other end of the aisle of stalls, and didn’t quite realize the fury that the sight of him brought to his face until the person he’d been conversing with just a moment ago hurriedly excused themself and practically bolted away. He moved to put some distance between himself and the little table of trinkets he’d been standing at, but didn’t approach Silco. Instead he stared him down, still just as tense, large hands curling into fists at his side.

    When he spoke, his voice remained even, but there was the barely restrained undercurrent of anger lurking just beneath.]


    Well, you know me. Never been one to go down easy.
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    forced to become a goofy knot....

    [personal profile] pyojeol 2022-10-19 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
    [DAMB SOOYOUNG DOESN'T KNOW THAT? thankfully, she knows a lot of people who are stupid about their emotions, so she doesn't really think the UNSURENESS is weird. maybe matsui is just a Normal Guy! Yeah!]

    Of course! Loads of times.

    [WHY DOES SHE SOUND SO PROUD,]

    Sometimes, my face gets really hot and my heart beats so loud in my chest that I think I might die. And sometimes, I feel so cold that I can't feel anything at all. Like the world around me kind of fades away, and it only comes back after I kill them.

    rise up ✊ wait what about the [angy cait noises] in the bg,

    [personal profile] expiera 2022-10-19 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
    [o-oh, getting dragged along now it is! Wow, what an excitable girl. They're about the same height too, hum...]

    I do believe they have both. The animals are more popular because of the bigger variety though, there's kitties, puppies, bears, birds, and the like... Oh, do you see that? The lady wearing a white hat with that little boy, there!

    [They're still some Distance away so they probably (probably) wouldn't be heard and get weird looks, but indeed, the lady Ciel is verbally pointing out has two bags of cookies, and is also in the process of giving the boy the doggy one. They probably got out of the store not too long ago? How nice of them to coincidentally provide a visual sample!]