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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
    sanguinary: (peace be with you)

    [personal profile] sanguinary 2022-10-20 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
    [He's heard similar things - that animals can pick up on whether or not a person is "good" or "bad". That they're afraid of the smell of blood. Considering it's something that tends to linger with him, regardless of whether or not anything actually smells like blood, he's equally grateful that he didn't just send the whole stable running.]

    I'm also glad for that. I wish that I was able to have a little more time with them...

    [With the horses, with the comrades who tend to them with him. That's depressos though, so MOVING RIGHT ALONG--]

    Ours are warhorses, suited for battle. I have heard the temperament is different from the horses kept in stables by court nobles. Do you know if such a thing is true?
    epiprocta: (89)

    [personal profile] epiprocta 2022-10-20 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
    [ ... is she seriously just going to watch him eat.

    He'd been frozen mid-bite with chopsticks still halfway to his mouth, lips parted uncertainly, trying to parse the conversation between Hayame and the server past the bustle of the restaurant. And when he realizes that she's maintaining eye contact with him even as he finally pops that bit of fish in his mouth and starts chewing -- god, really? Gen gives her an unimpressed stare as he slowly works through that mouthful, brow slowly lowering, then finally gives an unsubtle roll of the eyes to say without words,

    'Are you serious?'

    Then he leans over to flag down another server and requests, loudly, ]


    Three more servings of this.

    [ Said as he points at his half-eaten saury with his chopsticks. The server nods before cheerfully shouting the order back towards the kitchen, where it's echoed with a call of, 'Three more saury! We're almost out!'

    Pointedly, Gen glances over to meet Hayame's gaze. But before the waiter can leave to tend to another table, he adds, ]


    And another rice. For that side. More pickles, too.

    [ Said as he points to the empty spot on the table across from him.

    When the waiter scurries off to fetch the requested dishes, Gen takes another bite of his fish before making flat eye contact with Hayame and raising a brow. Saying without words, 'What're you gonna do now?' ]
    epiprocta: (22)

    [personal profile] epiprocta 2022-10-20 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Aaaaand, off she goes.

    He doesn't have to stick around for it. But he does, because -- christ, what the hell. Was she serious? That's so funny. Gen ends up ambling over to lean against a nearby wall, positioning himself so he can watch the entrance to the brothel as he smirks around his cigarette, waiting to see what happens.

    Maybe she'll come out all dejected. That might be funny, too. ]

    1/3

    [personal profile] expiera 2022-10-20 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
    [Hm, they're sounding awfully familiar with her, that's odd--]

    2/3

    [personal profile] expiera 2022-10-20 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
    [--oh,]

    3/3

    [personal profile] expiera 2022-10-20 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
    --Well, it's, um... A long story!

    [h-HAHAHA, anyway waves the flyer again (while the kimono sleeve flaps as they do), please take it and help her save face, do a sis no longer beholden to committing war crimes a solid?]
    zauneyete: (vague threat)

    [personal profile] zauneyete 2022-10-20 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Silco sneered at the thing, when it failed to catch fire. What kind of wood didn't catch fire? Wasn't that the whole point of it? He almost rolled his eyes at it, but it started to speak again.

    He focused this time, even if his head felt light from either oxygen getting burnt away from the fire, or... something else, but he fought through it with gritted teeth, and he considered the options. his hand rose to his chin, tapped his fingers there, a visible show of his thoughts, as he considered the options. There would be a way out of this, right?

    Yima wouldn't just go through all the trouble, only to let something take them out this quick?
    ]

    I think... it's telling us to give something up. [ Right? That had to make sense. ] Is that the way out? [ He turned his head back to the thing, curl of his lip as it almost seemed to...nod? ]

    So to get out, we'll need to cut something off? [ Silco looked down at his left hand, which had recently regrown, after he'd lost it. ] I already lost my hand once. It grew back.

    [ Like that was normal???? ]
    subsist: (pic#15697787)

    [personal profile] subsist 2022-10-20 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Kaeya can only shake his head when Dimitri says that he's sorry, as if telling him it's not necessary. Nothing can be done about it now.

    He watches as the man sinks further into the water, huffing softly. ]


    Go any further and you might risk losing consciousness due to the temperature of the water. Be careful.

    [ They should probably think about leaving the bath fairly soon, but for now— ]

    You resonate with the Meridian's ideologies, then?

    [ He's heard about what Cyrus was offering, that sunbeam... ]
    superbshot: (Talk Annoyed)

    [personal profile] superbshot 2022-10-20 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
    [Did she expect a grown woman to freak out over something as childish as insulting her scent? Caitlyn knew she smelled incredible. She'd had a proper bath, and she'd even borrowed a little scent from one of Yima's attendants.]

    Right. Well, you can run along, then. Feel free to stay upwind, if you prefer. So long as you stay far, far away from me.

    [Caitlyn just keeps on walking, because why the fuck wouldn't she? Jinx is the second to last person that she wants to be anywhere near, though she doesn't feel nearly as threatened by her as she had back home. After Horos, what terror did an angry little girl hold for her?

    Sure, she get all Shimmered up and trying a surprise attack, but if she was going to do that then Jinx likely would've already done so. The attitude was also different. Less of the calculating, confident Jinx she'd last seen at that nightmare banquet and more the petulant child from the Downs. Perhaps she was also from an earlier time?]
    superbshot: (Hrm)

    [personal profile] superbshot 2022-10-20 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
    I've asked myself a dozen times over why I was put into this position. Truly I hate nothing more than this kind of pressure, because you're right. The stakes are incredibly high.

    [She was a cop. She was...surrounded by Lords and Kings, Heroes, and Villains...all sorts of extraordinary people.

    And then her.]


    But, let's...mmm. [She breaks off, almost forcing herself to change the topic.]

    Tell me about your kingdom?

    [It may help her pick a side. Hearing what other people are fighting for.]
    superbshot: (Detective Work)

    [personal profile] superbshot 2022-10-20 04:23 am (UTC)(link)
    Aetherial? What is that?

    [She's guessing Magic. But maybe she's wrong.]
    superbshot: <user name=malagraphic> (Amused)

    [personal profile] superbshot 2022-10-20 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
    Oh, it's no trouble at all. I could probably use a break, if I'm honest.

    [She...definitely has not met the man. So, she extends a hand.]

    I'm Caitlyn. May I ask your name?
    superbshot: <user name=malagraphic> (Regret)

    I assume it's okay to leave Cait in suspense about the Council?

    [personal profile] superbshot 2022-10-20 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
    [She sighs.]

    Well, at least I know my father is alive.

    [The rest seems shrouded. How frustrating.]

    What can we do, to get back and change things? I assume you have some sort of ideas on how we can help.
    hauntedking: (Default)

    [personal profile] hauntedking 2022-10-20 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
    Mmm. I know.

    [ It's a bit absent-minded. He's thinking about other things. Not quite about leaving just yet. It's a lot. ]

    ...I do. I would feel as if I were betraying the people I was to protect if I were to pass up any chance there might be to restore them.

    [ Although perhaps dwelling in the past like that isn't exactly healthy. ]
    hauntedking: (18)

    [personal profile] hauntedking 2022-10-20 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
    I've ridden both. A good warhorse does have a different temperament, but I love them all the same. Or rather I found them to be friendly enough, when handled and respected correctly.

    [ He shrugs. ]

    But I've always cared about them - no matter what their intended use was.
    superbshot: <user name=malagraphic> (Pondering)

    [personal profile] superbshot 2022-10-20 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
    "Thank you."

    She quietly wonders if he's attempting to flirt with her, but keeps her tone neutral enough.

    When he asks her for a recommendation though, she nods.

    "The red-root tea is nice. It's warm, and a touch bitter. If you want something a little sweeter, then the cherry tea is good."
    superbshot: <user name=malagraphic> (Focusing)

    [personal profile] superbshot 2022-10-20 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
    [Well, she's not going to turn down the flyer. She will take it, and leave the war-crimes unstated.

    But there's a catch.]


    One I expect you'll share with me over dinner?

    [Yes. The dreaded...social interaction request!]
    Edited 2022-10-20 04:36 (UTC)
    hauntedking: (31)

    [personal profile] hauntedking 2022-10-20 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
    [ He's silent for a long moment, as if gathering his thoughts. ]

    How should I describe it? Faerghus was a rugged land; harsh in many ways, but beautiful. Cold. Rich in natural resources, poor in arable land. But we were a loyal people. A good people.

    [ The way he has to say "were" makes him wince a little. ]

    We had an academy of magic in our capital. One the envy of all of Fodlan. So we weren't backwards. We had our art, our music, our legends... and I cannot quite believe it is gone.
    diplobrat: (003)

    [personal profile] diplobrat 2022-10-20 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
    Aether is... energy. It makes up the base of all living beings and many of the objects in the world. There's much more to it than that, but that's a very basic idea. It can be manipulated and aspected - there are different elements - and can be used to do magick or to assist in healing the body and mind.

    [ He smiles. ]

    Whole books have been written on it and its uses, in all honesty.
    kabooming: (😽)

    [personal profile] kabooming 2022-10-20 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
    [ there's a method to her madness! ...usually. sometimes. if you squint and look at her sidelong specifically between the hours of 9 and 11PM on a Wednesday. ]

    Look, Jeevesy, [ she pats his arm, squishing his cheeks so his lips become fish-lips, ] I know you're a stand-up guy who wouldn't go breaking the rules, right? I can trust you, so I'll lay it out simple:

    You nab it without anyone knowing you're there or what hit 'em, 'kay? Kay! Have fun! I believe in you!

    [ another enthusiastic pat!!!! ]

    [personal profile] expiera 2022-10-20 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
    Yes, they do. Highstorm and Springstar have their distinct way of living, I've heard that the latter's population is greatly comprised from natives who are descendants of Shard-Bearers. The two cities are coexisting despite opposing ideologies, that peace is evident from taking a stroll yourself through either island-city.
    salvageable: (pic#15563152)

    🤪

    [personal profile] salvageable 2022-10-20 04:46 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Had Dokja been trapped in a room with strangers, he might be going about this differently. A little more cavalier, a lot less concerned for the presentation to be put on, but Ciel is here and she knows more about him than he'd like to think about.

    So he catches her look before he pulls his gaze away to instead roam over the two others he doesn't recognize. This is an odd situation to be placed in, but he's familiar with these sorts of... scenarios. The conditions are simple enough, the penalty an all too familiar one, and Dokja's silent as Vaati and Ciel speak up.

    The gears in his mind are already turning. ]


    We have other options. Shouldn't we consider death to be a last resort?

    [ Funny, coming from Dokja himself. ]
    kabooming: (🎆)

    what flavor poptart. important questions in this important thread,

    [personal profile] kabooming 2022-10-20 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
    [ he still corrects her because of course he does. love you Chuck!!!! enjoy your peanuts!!




    ...oh, hey, what'dya know it - Jinx really isn't too hard to find among the crowd since she isn't exactly in it, having monkey-climbed on one of the support pillars to a higher platform and trying to spot...... ]


    --CHUCK! [ WAVING VIGOROUSLY, ] Heyyyy, you made it! Look, they've got swo-- oh. Nice scarf, where'd you get that?

    [ she's pointing beyond the milling group of combatants to the left side of the corridor where a door leads to some kind of arsenal.....?? right, for Fighting Things. that's what happens here!! amazing. ]
    subsist: (pic#15626284)

    i'm gonna laugh if dima passes out

    [personal profile] subsist 2022-10-20 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
    [ To hear Dimitri liken it to betrayal causes Kaeya to fall silent. It's something that crossed his mind, certainly, but at the same time, he can't tell if what Meridian is promising can be guaranteed.

    Truly, what a difficult choice to make. ]


    What Zenith stands for isn't too dissimilar— at least, not from what I've gathered thus far. They believe that what is now gone can be reborn and remade.

    [ He pauses, wondering if he should say anything more. This isn't anything like the situation at Horos where they were forced to bring others to the Kenoma's side, and it isn't like he's made up his mind either.

    Then again, all he's saying is just a repeat of what he's learned and not his opinion on the matter. ]


    ... Of course, I've no idea how they plan to start over, but Yima is the one who saved our souls from the brink of oblivion. I wouldn't be surprised if she can save the ones you've lost too.
    exhound: (14)

    wildcard! early in the cavern

    [personal profile] exhound 2022-10-20 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
    [Vander knows better than to let himself get further lost in these tunnels. It hasn’t been terribly long since he’s clawed his way free from the earth here, but these winding, oddly verdant set of caverns wear on him more and more with each passing moment. His every muscle is tense, his wits on edge, but he has old, ingrained habits to fall back on. You keep your cool, pay attention to your surroundings, and don’t go blindly bolting down every path you stumble upon if you wanted to get out.

    He’s made his way up to a small outcropping of stone caught in a tangled snarl of roots nestled alongside a few branching paths in the tunnels. The hope had been that the large roots snaking down from the ceiling of the cramped space might provide a peek into a view topside, but it proved a fruitless endeavor. With a sigh, Vander hops back down from the little perch and prepares to continue his search of the nearby pathways.

    And it’s then that he catches sight of movement down in one of the adjacent tunnels, just at the edge of his periphery—just barely registers the flash of familiar side-swept pink hair before it’s around the corner and out of sight.

    He straightens up immediately, his heart spurred into a frantic beat by the sudden onset of the odd mix of both hope and worry that suddenly seizes him.]
    Wait! [He calls out, the single word echoing through the small space as he takes off down the tunnel without another thought. It doesn’t take him long to round that same corner, catch sight of her once more. He calls out again—]

    Vi—? [But he abruptly bites his tongue, brows knitting in concern. Something is off. The woman standing just down at the other end of the tunnel seems so much like his daughter, but she doesn’t have that little bit of residual teenage lankiness that he remembers so clearly. She stands taller, an unfamiliar hardness to her that has him calling into question his knee-jerk reaction. Was he mistaken…?

    So much for keeping his cool.]