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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
    kenosnpcs: (cyrus)

    [personal profile] kenosnpcs 2022-10-20 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
    "As far as I know," he says with a nod. "Lady Yima has been here longer than Spingstar itself, so far as we can tell, so..."

    Cyrus trails off with a bit of a shrug as he settles his hands on his hips. Even to him, Yima was a mysterious figure, but she had always been. He wonders if even the first Tribune had really known anything about her, sometimes.

    "I know there are folks in Highstorm that have lived there for thousands of years. Not many, probably only a handful, but Highstorm is definitely the older of the cities for sure."
    kabooming: (💢😠)

    [personal profile] kabooming 2022-10-20 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
    [ okay, FIRST of all, rude??

    second of all, she is looking decidedly miffed as she scrubs a hand roughly over her upper lip as if to make sure, like. there isn't something there, because wow?? --of course there isn't, and she looks even more irritated as Caitlyn remains unexpectedly level-headed and cool as a cucumber. um, wow? no? she's supposed to be all ruffled under the collar and... WHATEVER. this isn't fair?? ]


    You. You're the one that reeks, if you couldn't catch my drift! Smells like... [ she waves her hand in the air as if sampling the divine scent of the greenhouse, ] ...self-absorbed, maybe a note of... really annoying?

    Smells like Enforcer.
    exhound: (47)

    [personal profile] exhound 2022-10-20 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
    [Vander half wonders if the woman has simply fallen asleep in those quiet, awkward moments after he first calls out to her. Not that he could particularly blame her for it, if that were the case—he could tell the blooms had a very calming sort of air to them just by walking along the well-tread paths, but now that he stood amongst them, the feeling almost seems amplified. The place was practically begging for passersby to settle down, take a nap, and forget about their woes for just a little while.

    Well, it would be, if it weren’t for the growing urgency of the locals looking on. Vander casts a glance over his should back toward them, and their restlessness only seems to grow as the woman grows more comfortable here.

    Her belated, somewhat absent-minded response steals his attention back abruptly. It’s clear now that she has not given into sleep, but her mumbled words and the press of her head to the soil draws him to worry. He quickly closes the remaining distance between them, taking a knee at her side and carefully reaching out to lay a hand on her shoulder.]


    Hey… are you feeling alright?
    ktizo: (🎵 with the heavens' true sunset)

    [personal profile] ktizo 2022-10-20 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
    Hythlodaeus' gaze lingers on the trees and the flowers, but his attention is mostly taken up by the way he keeps looking to Emet-Selch. At the question, he bites his lip. What does his friend know? Does he know of Zodiark's demise? Of how it happened? Does he know that he ultimately fails in his endeavour to bring their world back?

    Though... now that he thinks on it, he does recall a strange warmth that shouldn't make any sense where the lifestream is concerned. But he brushes that aside, unsure what it could mean.

    "Some things, aye. Not much, however. It's... mostly a blur, if I'm honest." Which isn't really a lie as such. He watches Emet-Selch curiously. "What do you recall from before being whisked away from our world?"
    settingup: (before you know it)

    [personal profile] settingup 2022-10-20 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
    [ The statement does give Atsumu pause for a moment, but just a moment. It's not that he doesn't want to get back everything he lost himself, as much as it seems more delusional to think it can happen than to go along with Yima's long shot plan. Both seem that they're stretching into the realm of the absurd.

    But for some reason, having seen what he has so far, one seems more likely than the other.

    He'll nod slowly though, not feeling invested enough in all of this yet himself to be actively trying for recruitment. Besides, the sense he got from Yima was...
    ]

    It ain't like anyone is gonna force you to make a choice regardless.
    kabooming: (😶👀)

    [personal profile] kabooming 2022-10-20 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
    [ luckily for both parties (Dryads don't count), Jinx might be a million and one things - and yes, reckless is among them, but suicidal for the hell of it isn't. she might also know from Previous Experience that this sap is, in fact, flammable! and non-toxic, if sticky and generally disgusting otherwise.

    so, neither of them are going to blow up - but the smoke from lighting the Dryad on fire as Jinx gives him an impatient roll of her hand as he fails to get the lighter going (they are comically good at this)... might be a tad uncomfortable in these close quarters.

    fortunately, not much is generated; the sap oozing from the Dryad's eyesocket does, indeed, take to flame - but once the liquid is burned up and makes it to the vinery and wood beneath, it simply fizzles and dies with an abruptness, unable to catch.

    ...and a rattling, uncomfortably inhuman voice shakes out again: Sacrifice. Life. Limb. Memory. ...Sacrifice.

    Jinx's eyes slide to watch Silco, trying to gauge what he's thinking about their predicament; much as she wishes she had any of her usual tricks up her sleeve... she doesn't, and she doubts he has many more to speak of, either. still...

    he has more experience with this, right? but if he can't come up with something - she'll have to. they're not going to be trapped in this little cage with the weird talking head guy forever; she needs a bath?? ]
    Edited 2022-10-20 02:55 (UTC)
    executory: (pic#16013330)

    [personal profile] executory 2022-10-20 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Hmmm. Sounds nice. A bunch of people coming together and making a place for themselves. Sounds familiar, if she has to be honest. Even so, she doesn't want to buy into it right away.

    She shifts a little, shoulders relaxing a little as she looks around. ]


    And what about our homes? The ones we came from?

    [ She has an inkling of what might have happened, if that freaky dream she had before waking was any indication, but better to get her suspicions confirmed before anything else. ]
    gravings: (027b)

    [personal profile] gravings 2022-10-20 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
    [ She nods again because yes, it really is a hindrance and she's pleasantly surprised that he understands so readily. Though she wonders if he's some kind of soldier if battle is what he's concerned about... When he follows up with another question, she carefully turns in her chair to better face him. ]

    Um, so when you start to feel overwhelmed, you should think about how you're breathing and try to get it as slow and steady as possible... or you can focus on one thing until you start to feel calmer. I usually try to focus on my heartbeat.

    [ She places a hand over her heart as if he wouldn't know where a person's heart is?? ]
    kabooming: (🥳)

    shhh it's probably fine (a red sniper dot appears on both their foreheads)

    [personal profile] kabooming 2022-10-20 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
    [ ooh. ooh. both is good - both is real good; she has a definitive weakness for Cute Things, even if she likes to give them a little personal twist. so! she can work with this.

    Jinx is now a girl on a mission, and that mission apparently means dragging Ciel toward this Cute Shop filled with Cute Things so they can Cute Overdose, as one does-- ]


    Disgustingly cute, makes me wanna barf! I love it.

    We SO need these.
    gravings: (070b)

    [personal profile] gravings 2022-10-20 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Gray is befuddled about why Mordred is chastising her for going along with something Mordred suggested, but she accepts her shakening with good grace. What she takes with less grace is the Eustace-directed death threatening. After being shaken a bit, she makes a loose fist and pushes it weakly into Mordred's collarbone. ]

    No killing Mr. Eustace...

    [ Hasn't this man died enough!! Either way, Mordred's got Gray riled up(?) enough now that she shows no signs of wanting to sit, making this a complete pair of rebellious children. ]
    subsist: (pic#15626817)

    [personal profile] subsist 2022-10-20 03:03 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Before he answers Rosaria, he finishes the rest of his drink. It doesn't give him enough time to figure out what he'd like to say beyond just simply shaking his head. A grim way to answer, he knows, because when he can't predict what's going to happen, that always spells trouble more often than not. ]

    To be honest with you, I don't know. It doesn't seem as though the two opposing sides of this world are at each other's throats compared to how it was back at Horos. [ Right here, he wonders if he should order another drink. He's already looking over at the bartender but doesn't quite try to catch their attention just yet. ] However, who knows how long that will remain the case?

    [ The rest of them could have arrived right before something (someone) snaps and then it'll just be a repeat of fighting someone else's war all over again. ]

    Yima, Zenith's figurehead, she... She was adamant that I'm free to choose which side I'll go to. She wants me to learn all I can about Zenith, and Meridian too. So far, all I know is that both sides are saying two very different things: that our worlds have all been destroyed, and that they can be saved from oblivion.

    I'm trying to figure out which one of them is lying.

    [ Unless they both are, which is a possibility he's considering too. ]
    settingup: (i don't get involved)

    [personal profile] settingup 2022-10-20 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
    [ If they start thinking like that, then it'll just make Atsumu angry. He also had absolutely no sense that his world was going to come to an end. One day he just woke up inside a rock in another world, and he hadn't had a chance to do a damn thing prior to keep that from happening. ]

    Nah.

    [ He leans back where he's sitting, staring up at the dark sky stretching on above them. ]

    If anyone knew this was comin', they haven't fessed up publicly to it yet.
    kabooming: (🤨)

    [personal profile] kabooming 2022-10-20 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
    [ man, it's like bright blue hair is a giveaway or something........ nah, can't be that. has to be some freakish sixth sense this guy has. this... familiar guy, though Jinx can't really put her finger on where she's seen him before--

    --got other things to think about, anyway!! like Squeaks currently clinging to Amos' shoulder where its tiny little golden beetle legs are digging into the fabric of his coat. yeah, it's pretty snuggly on there, huh?

    but her cover has clearly been blown, and Jinx is rolling her eyes dramatically before hanging her shoulders over the rooftop ledge. ]


    Depends... so I think you should stand there for [ she checks her wrist

    there is no watch there, for the record ]


    ...Oh, thirty seconds or so and think about it!
    humainity: (The time isn't right for me)

    [personal profile] humainity 2022-10-20 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
    ... I hope something like that doesn't happen again.
    kabooming: (🌬)

    [personal profile] kabooming 2022-10-20 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
    Yeah, monsters! The literal type. Big, gross, smash-y? You got those back at home, Mr. Shades?

    [ she's patting his chest like 'good job' (for what? agreeing to join her? not colliding into her? being tall and having shades making for an easy nickname? maybe. you be the judge) before she is tangling her fingers with his and tugging him along like he's on a leash behind her. ]

    You strike me as the kinda guy who's got a story. I can see it in your eyes. [ haha get it bc she can't see his eyes, bc of the Shades... lol lmao so hilarious

    why is he subjecting himself to this again ]
    kabooming: (🧐)

    [personal profile] kabooming 2022-10-20 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
    [ wow.......... he really just said that no cap, huh,

    yeah. that dangerous tingle of Curiosity is getting harder to ignore, and her weight shifts from her heels to the balls of her feet as she leans in, looking at him - studying him as if she can See Something (she can see nothing), ]


    Hmm... didn't get bodyguard vibes from you. I think I'm gonna need a demonstration.
    zauneyete: (why are you here)

    [personal profile] zauneyete 2022-10-20 03:17 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Silco's half-fierce smile at the statement about toxic blood is his only response. It's almost something that doesn't quite fit on his face -- the look of a monster that peeked out for just a moment, flitted to the surface from under the depths, before it slunk back into the dark depths, and Silco smothered it like he did most things. Silco had, after all, felt his blood mingle wit the pollution and toxins, and while it didn't linger...

    The effects did.

    It's only momentary, before he's back to smoothing his hair, and sipping at his drink, to listen to Sebastian move on with the conversation. He was interested to hear more about what he'd heard, and listened, intent. Nothing so far was new, that the Shard-Bearers were considered important, and that they had access to Yima's ear was expected.

    His eyes drew to Sebastian, when he asked about the island.
    ]

    That's the vacation spot, yes? I heard the days are supposedly warm and sunny... Ideal, according to some.

    [ Not Silco, obviously. ]

    And that nobody sticks around at night. It seemed to be a... breadbasket, so I have focused more on learning about Highstorm. [ Then, curiously, he leaned forward. ] Did you hear something?
    subsist: (pic#15626812)

    [personal profile] subsist 2022-10-20 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
    There could be a third one, but we simply haven't heard about it yet. Who knows?

    [ Now he's just making this up. ]
    exhound: (42)

    [personal profile] exhound 2022-10-20 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
    [Vander doesn’t miss the way she abruptly comes to a stop just as he brings himself into view. It’s not an uncommon reaction, considering his stature, and with as trying as this whole mess down here is already, he can only imagine that seeing a stranger like him lumber out of the dark is far from comforting. So he’s mindful of it, keeping his posture relaxed as he shrugs in response to her question.]

    I was trying to get a feel for it, but these winding tunnels are more of a mess than any other caves I’ve been stuck in before.

    [He rubs at his beard absentmindedly, grimacing slightly when he realizes it’s still a bit sticky with sap.]

    Normally the safe bet is to find any sign of air flow, but I haven’t had any luck there yet.
    kabooming: (😏😛)

    [personal profile] kabooming 2022-10-20 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
    Oh.

    ...Oh. That was good; smooth, clever, and also? Hilarious, which is probably the most important factor. She likes this guy already, and she's sitting up properly to slide her legs over the rooftop, chin angled higher to watch this poor sod walking with a ticking time bomb - perhaps literally - in his pocket.

    It takes about twenty seconds before the muffled clicking becomes something much louder - granted, it is no massive explosion, but it carries the same sort of power as a firecracker. It detonates with a pop, spilling a bright pink fizz of smoke from the gentleman's side and sending him hurdling into another pedestrian as his coat sleeve is suddenly,

    On fire.

    Jinx is grinning in satisfaction, turning over another little beetle-bob nimbly between her fingers and giggling from her high perch. Okay... Not as grandiose as she was hoping for, but hey, she can work with this. The chemical agents she used worked - but she just needs to find a better mixture. One of the elements was off.

    --Hey, anyone see where Gramps went?
    zauneyete: (Just gonna talk it up)

    [personal profile] zauneyete 2022-10-20 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
    A "student of history", to Silco, normally meant an Academy brat who normally tried to do something like come down into the depths of Zaun to get robbed blind after trying to study the city for some pet project, to show how hip with the unsavory elements they were. It was the sort of thing that Silco often found a reason to deride -- but then again, wasn't he doing the same thing now?

    His lip curled, not quite friendly, but a neutral sort of smile, before he nodded. "Well, I'll set it aside instead of putting it away then, hm?" He had no reason, after all, to be petty to someone asking for a book -- even if the impulse was present. "It's a pleasure Shang," he didn't reach out to shake a hand, but it shouldn't be surprising, given the gloves that covered his hands, like he was establishing a layer of protection against the rest of the world.

    "You can call me Silco."
    cutlery: (a healthy respect but no fear)

    [personal profile] cutlery 2022-10-20 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
    To be fair, you are not supposed to, strictly speaking. The work the young master undertook was such that it was better that another party not realize they are in the company of a skilled professional in such matters.

    [ This is all true, but it's also just as much Sebastian's aesthetic preferences, so. A grain of salt taken there would be fair. He looks amused by her doubt, though. ]

    But if breaking and entering did not suffice, what sort of demonstration did you have in mind?
    kabooming: (🤷‍♀️)

    frames the frame of you asking not to be framed,

    [personal profile] kabooming 2022-10-20 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
    [ oh, man, would've been cool if he snapped and some fancy ice stuff happened... damn. Kaeya had to be nerfed by the setting bc that would've been too badass, 😔 ]

    So, what - you have to wait to use your ice-stuff again? Why?

    [ oh, right. she was doing something, wasn't she?

    ...she's grabbing his hand and abruptly beginning to drag him in the direction she had been heading before they'd run into each other. apparently he is now her +1, and she sends him a look over her shoulder, expectantly. like,

    ok, keep going?? this is Normal, ]
    sanguinary: (stables)

    [personal profile] sanguinary 2022-10-20 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
    [Honestly, not an unwise assumption to make... Though he does at least seem to know where The Human Heart is located, and he raises his hand once more to pat at that same spot on his chest.]

    The heartbeat... I've heard that it can be a calming thing for some, as when children listen to the hearts of their mothers. Considering it's crucial for circulating healthy blood around the body, it makes sense for it to be a comfort.

    [Is. Is that why it's a comfort. Is it.

    In any case, considering she's already turned to face him, he'll clear away the spot across from him at the table and gesture for her.]


    If you would like to join me, perhaps we can focus on our heartbeats and breathing together.

    [SHE ISN'T THE ONE WITH ANXIETY.]
    moonblades: (1)

    more spoilers!

    [personal profile] moonblades 2022-10-20 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
    Ah... [She can feel how important it is, in the moment it spreads through her mind. It really is something so important... it seems like she's sharing a time where someone finally reached out a hand to her for the first time.

    Even as the memory weaves itself into Mio's consciousness, she tries to grab onto its slippery form, wanting to do as she had pledged and help Gray maintain it once its given. It's like trying to hold onto a palmful of water.

    It's already fading. But so is she, even if the slight twitch of acceptance that emerges from the Dryad is an encouragement. This could be enough to save them.
    ]

    ... Her name was Miyabi.

    [It's not the memory that Mio initially thought of, but perhaps that one is too painful to share now. There's an ugly peace to the scene that projects itself across the Communion they share. Pre-dawn, on a battlefield that's quieted down from the fight that preceded their arrival. Mio and another girl, flutes in hand and dressed in similar uniform, stand overlooking the carnage.

    "Mio...have you ever touched a mote of light from a Kevesi? ...They're the same as ours."

    As the two young women speak, the nature of their work becomes clear: They attend to the dead, and the Mio in this memory chafes against the restraint imposed on her by her position. They live to fight, after all, but the only difference they make is after everyone else is dead. No one else will ever see them.

    But is it really recognition that she wants? Instead, the memory seems to be saying, what they do for the lost is worth any amount of commendation they could have received...a moment of significance in a life of endless service. The girl named Miyabi stands up and faces the fallen. "If we're forced to live this way, the least we can do... is this."

    The memory begins fading as innumerable motes of light rise from the husks collapsed on the ground, music guiding their rise.

    In the prison of roots and earth, Mio's face is wet with tears.
    ]