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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
    consolation: (14)

    [personal profile] consolation 2022-10-20 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
    Are you angry? It'd be fast. If you wanted to exact the price from me, then it would be simple to pay. A small stain on your conscience.

    [To say she isn't a worthy opponent is actually an understatement. She would break instantly, and yet Caren continues to show a lack of fear. There's no offense at being dismissed for her to show, either, or any particular urgency, even when she coughs weakly and it froths past her mouth, even when the Dryad rasps at them to Both. Choose.]

    You'd rather fight to determine what's given, but I don't know if that outcome would work. It'd be a weird way to determine a sacrifice, at any rate.

    If we need to pay our way out of here in blood...I can't say the real worth of mine. But there are plenty of things on my person I don't suppose I need.

    [She did arrive in a state of undress, which suggests that she isn't talking about anything she carried here. The fact that their captor is all too happy to offer up the sharpest blade possible in the middle of this conversation may be both a sign that this is a direction that will free them...and a sinister reminder that the objective of the game is pain.]
    lifespanned: (pic#15725197)

    [personal profile] lifespanned 2022-10-20 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Misa happily takes the seat opposite of him once invited - she'd been planning to do so regardless of his mood anyway, but a quick glance tells her that the cards must be in her favor, since he does seem quite a bit lighter than is usual. ]

    So what you're saying is, I should come to you right away if I end up in trouble with the new crowds?

    [ She jokes, leaning back in her chair at the table with a graceful ease. There's not much weight behind her words, though not because she doubts Silco's information gathering... but rather that she doesn't expect to get in much trouble, at least not so soon. Maybe she's an optimist. But talking with Yima has given her quite the rosy tint to see Highstorm through. Misa leans both elbows onto the table in front of her, framing and propping up her face with her hands. ]

    Just kidding. I get what you mean. Kinda feels like we need to get a feel for everything all over again, huh? I've been wanting to see what the people of Highstorm are really like, too. And I came to see what your expert opinion is so far.
    lifespanned: (pic#15666251)

    [personal profile] lifespanned 2022-10-20 06:48 am (UTC)(link)
    No way! I'm not the outdoorsy type... plus, I'm not exactly good at fighting, okay?

    [ Seeing a bear would basically be a death sentence for her - so does this mean the person before her is... a magician? Some sort of awesome weapon wielder? A robot, or a demon?!?! None of those would be out of the realm of possibility, based on meeting so many people from different worlds. Or maybe, she just is fearless... ]

    Are you trying to tell me you're not scared of bears? Let me guess, you can talk to them? Oh! Or you've fought them before or something?
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    [personal profile] gravings 2022-10-20 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Gray always has anxiety? She's having it right now as she gets up to join him, never one to refuse a request. She is full of trepidation about suddenly joining a strange man at his table, but he seems harmless enough. Even if he computes like an alien. ]

    Okay.

    [ Ask and ye shall receive... She places her sandwich (can't forget that) precisely in front of her before looking up at her new companion from under the peak of her hood. ]

    I'm Gray... if you were wondering.
    lifespanned: (pic#11709511)

    [personal profile] lifespanned 2022-10-20 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
    [ the hot demon goss???? help??

    Since he lets her have a peek, and even follows up with a ton of juicy details, her eyes predictably go rather owlish, trying to imagine just what this 'Glasya Labolas' character must look like - step by step in her mind, she's replacing the image on the page with the pieces of imagery that Sebastian supplies. What she ends up imagining is a cartoonish winged snake with glasses... ]


    Aw, he sounds kinda cute...? Poor guy, there's so many lies about him...

    [ Never mind that he's a demon? It doesn't make a difference to her, really. Her idea of "cute" is a bit abstract, that's for sure. Folding her hands behind her back as she leans over, she skims the pages provided with interest, before her eyes light up with an idea. ]

    If most of this kind of stuff is fiction, I bet it's because only a few humans ever really see you guys or get to talk to you, right? That'd be a no brainer on why everyone gets everything wrong so much.

    [ That's her educated guess, since it'd be quite similar to how she'd come to know anything about the supernatural. Of course there were legends about gods of death, but only someone who had actually met one would be able to say anything true about them with a high rate of accuracy. ]
    exhound: (22)

    only the best of outcomes for these two

    [personal profile] exhound 2022-10-20 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
    [To say Vander’s feelings toward the man were complicated was an understatement. An amalgam of guilt, sorrow, and anger always presented itself when Silco crossed his thoughts, and it was only amplified on those rare occasions that their paths crossed after the brutal betrayal that put the two men—once as close as brothers—at irreconcilable odds.

    At least, that was usually the case. Right now… it felt all too simple. Just the stark, red-hot anger blossoming in his chest and not an echo of the old feelings that might have once tempered it.

    Vander knew what he was playing at. Carefully chosen words to get under his skin, to provoke the old ghost of who Vander had once been. For as long as he’d known him, he’d always been good at wielding words like that. While Vander had provided the brawn between them, Silco had his wits as his weapon of choice—one that could be just as sharp as the knife he played with so casually now.

    The glint of the blade stood out briefly in the shadows Silco loomed in, calling to mind old, unavoidable memories. Limbs flailing in polluted waters, Vander’s hands squeezing around flesh, the sharp sting of pain in his arm putting it to an abrupt end. The scar from that day still stood out starkly on his arm, covered now as he had always kept it back home. Except now a new mark sat alongside it, the sign of the Exalt.

    While he only had a cursory understanding of the role of the Aspects of shard-bearers, he didn’t have to know its workings inside and out for its effects to take hold. The mere sight of Silco slinking further into the light repelled him more than it ever had, further stoked the already flickering inferno of fury that was spurring Vander on here. The march of time had clearly laid its hands on him, serving a further reminder of the time Vander had missed. Years blank, halted for him while Silco took advantage of his absence to turn the city they had called home upside down.

    Vander hardly processed the sounds of frantic footsteps as the rest of the lingering bystanders finally made their leave or the alarmed shouts of shopkeepers startled by further mounting tension descending upon the previously quiet and serene space. Silco’s words were digging in just precisely enough—and this storm of negative emotion just potent enough—that Vander couldn’t find the usual will to deflect those attempts at getting under his skin.

    The show of bravado Silco put on almost made him want to laugh. He wanted a big fish, did he?]


    Don’t think you want to push your luck there, Silco. [He took a forward step of his own, further whittling down the precious distance between them.] Not right now.

    [He uncurled the fists clenched at his side, raising his hands together to crack his knuckles, slow and deliberate.]

    You might just find you’ve hooked one still out of your league.

    [Maybe Vander didn’t care either.]
    sanguinary: (13th floor)

    [personal profile] sanguinary 2022-10-20 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
    [OH NO someone save her... Save her from having to deal with this alien... At least he doesn't seem to be after her coveted sandwich, the most important character in this thread.

    He inclines his head forward a little at her introduction, in any case.]


    It's a pleasure, Gray. [And then, he places his hand against his chest again - this time in a gesture of self-introduction rather than one of a potential heart attack.] Thank you... for taking the time to explain what you know about the feeling of "anxiety". I am called Matsui Gou.

    [Which may or may not be a name she recognizes, depending on how much of a sword buff she is.]
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    [personal profile] lifespanned 2022-10-20 07:21 am (UTC)(link)
    [ This is.... this is so insulting!! Her jaw even drops a bit when he makes that gesture, appalled and taken aback to be on the receiving end of suspicion. Perhaps she's too used to the common stranger thinking her some innocent, ditzy young woman, capable of doing no wrong, so that a reaction like this feels like a slap in the face.

    That, and she's absolutely immature enough to meet asshole energy with asshole energy - her kneejerk response is to be a complete brat. ]


    Um, you don't even look like you have money to steal, stupid.
    Edited 2022-10-20 07:22 (UTC)
    lifespanned: (pic#11743279)

    ii!

    [personal profile] lifespanned 2022-10-20 07:59 am (UTC)(link)
    —Oh!

    [ Misa is so used to being the one doing the pulling, that being the one Pulled has her stumbling to stay up right and in pace with other young woman. She's only here in Springstar to make a preliminary check of the city, more to check a box than out of any real interest (Highstorm is where it's at??), but there are a few things that have caught her eye. Frankly, she'd prefer to check things out around the city with someone new, so this works out perfectly...

    Half for her own balance, and half to assure this girl she's not gonna Go Sicko Mode and try to yank away, she steps in a little closer as they walk, keeping side by side as if they're already friends. Misa assumes she must be cool with a friendly invasion of personal space!! ]


    You mean that big dome thingy? It looks pretty funny, huh?
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    [personal profile] gravings 2022-10-20 08:08 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Lmao she has no fuckin clue. She bows slightly over her sandwich. Is she being polite toward her companion or swearing fealty to the sandwich, you decide. ]

    Nice to meet you, um... Mr. Matsui.

    [ She barely knows how Japanese names work, let alone Japanese sword names... ]

    Did you decide on what you were feeling anxious about?
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    [personal profile] lifespanned 2022-10-20 08:35 am (UTC)(link)
    [ There's an immature spike of annoyance when Kaeya says they hadn't lost anything in their previous choices - were her precious nails worth nothing? This dryad is just a straight up, tasteless asshole, in that case. The conversation that follows doesn't improve her mood either, which results in her staying put where she is, glowering and simmering. Her knuckles press into her forehead, to hide her eyes, and to help herself focus.

    She could make the decision to forget— she's done it before, even. Forgetting a single instance is a less steep price than the one she'd paid previously, but even still. How are they supposed to erase these memories? Think of them, share them? It's too risky. Anything precious to her, truly precious, like her time spent with Light, is riddled with secrets that none of these three are privy to. It's not the right time, not the right place. And after everything, after finally getting her hands back on her most precious person, she's not going to erase a second of him. ]


    I'm not giving up any of my memory.

    [ She huffs, stubbornly, frankly not caring that she may be cutting off anyone else who might want to discuss further on the subject, given the open ended nature of Gen's reluctance. No, she'd rather just kill the idea dead here. Without the option to kill someone, and with deleting memories out, that only leaves the mutilation. If it's for Light's sake, then she can steel herself. It can't be any worse, or any more life changing than cutting her lifespan down to a quarter, can it? If she just makes herself believe that... ]

    So unless we agree to kill Amos, [ which definitely won't be happening given the responses in the room, much as Amos seems to be okay with it.... and much as she might be okay with it so long as she knew they could revive him later, tbh, ] Then cutting something off, that's our only option. I really don't want to... but if that's what it takes, then... then fine, I don't care anymore! I just want to live...

    [ Her resolve is genuine, and perhaps it's a coping mechanism, the ol' trusty 'don't think about things that are traumatizing' schtick, but she's walked back her refusal to do anything on the account of the poison settling in more. They really will die here if they don't act quickly, and she's nothing if not someone willing to take a giant risk in a spur of the moment decision. So what if she has to live without a hand, without an ear? She can make herself believe that no price is too high for her goals. ]
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    [personal profile] baltimores 2022-10-20 08:56 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Take good company where you can get it, right? Amos is a fairly detached person overall, able to absorb the loss of loved ones and move on. It's made adjusting to another world little more than a bump in the road for him — but good company is good company, and there's a certain appreciation to go with that.

    But they're both Exalts, so Amos would figure that's as intuitive to Vander as it is for him — even if they apparently differ as far as drink choices go.

    Amos' eyebrows go up at Vander's answer, cocking his head slightly at the drink in his hand. ]


    Think I've been serene more often than not. [ Serene — that'd be one word for the emptiness he usually feels, a defence mechanism to prevent him from feeling anything worse. A beat, and, a little quieter, ] Might not be a bad thing, getting it artificially, if that's what it really does. Y'know. If you need it.
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    [personal profile] baltimores 2022-10-20 08:58 am (UTC)(link)
    [ He makes a small noise of acknowledgment, definitely not in a position to pick up on Ciel's true feelings towards Highstorm's inhabitants. Rather, it sounds like something nice to him — if existing in a sea of what feels like calm means he'll become a part of it. Calm. Relaxed. Nothing more, just there with... his... people.

    Ciel is his people, but he remembers what Yima told him — her protection will only go so far, and it might not end up including Ciel.

    But it's also not his place to decide for her. It takes him a second to come back to himself, and when he does, his smile broadens a little. It's genuine. Whatever comes — she's been there for him; he needs to be there for her. ]


    Sure thing. [ It's a real answer; pay no mind to the way it occurs to him that he might be able to convince her down the line. Keep them together. ] More here for you to do, huh? See if you can tire yourself out one day?

    [ That really is just genuinely friendly teasing. Because she's right — it's a good change of pace, being in Kenos, whichever island you might end up choosing to call home. Why not enjoy it for once? ]
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    [personal profile] baltimores 2022-10-20 09:06 am (UTC)(link)
    [ He is trying so hard. He wants to help, even if he has no clue what Dave actually is, other than apparently sentient.

    So Amos is indeed still there when he comes back out, and he. Maybe helped? ]


    Yeah. [ It's even said a little more enthusiastically this time, now that his advice has been taken. ] Yeah, you should get that one. It looks good on you.

    [ Helping!! ]
    sanguinary: (than know i've built a home)

    [personal profile] sanguinary 2022-10-20 09:07 am (UTC)(link)
    [Nobody knows how Japanese sword names work so that's entirely fair.

    Matsui will move on to the more important things outside of names, like wondering what the source of his many varied anxieties might be.]


    How can a person tell what thing is causing them to feel anxious? Is it something that you know automatically - innately? Or is it something that you have to think about?

    [These are such alien questions that they make it sound like he's philosophizing...]
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    [personal profile] warmare 2022-10-20 10:02 am (UTC)(link)
    [Is she serious? Maybe.

    She has encountered several members of the Kenoma since she woke up in yet another foreign world, yet again without being asked her opinion on the matter. If she could have chosen death in her own world over life in Horos, she would have. If she could have chosen death in Horos over life in Kenos, she probably would have.

    But now she’s here, both of her stomachs rumblings and only one eye left to glare with across the restaurant’s outdoor seating at a man she had tried to kill three times, forever interrupted. She’d had two eyes when they’d clashed in Achamoth. She’d ripped the throat out of the man who had ripped her eye out in the roots beneath the tree of life. She’d had to listen to another Kenoma tell her none of that matters here.

    None of… that. But it is not as easy for her to forgive nor forget as it seems to her many others are far too foolishly happy to. As she continues glaring (more at… what he represents, than at him, really), the waitress finally takes her chance and slinks away, praying lunch hour would end before the woman had a chance to be seated.

    Hayame’s tail twitches when he orders more fish as if to taunt her. Her lips thin into a tighter frown when he orders dishes for the other side of the table, empty. Was it an invitation, or was it mockery? She cannot tell.

    … It smells good in there.

    To her dubious credit, Hayame holds off a few more minutes. It wouldn’t do to appear weak-willed, no matter how hungry she was both for nostalgia and just for food. But eventually the unlucky waitress is flagged down, the seven foot some tall centaur leans down just enough to speak in low terms to the two-legged woman…

    Who then, looking very confused, makes her way deftly around the tables until she can pop down to a squat near Gen, one hand on the table and her expression… yes, very confused as she asks,

    Sir, I’m not sure… Ah, the missus over there is asking whether you “intend to invite her or insult her”…

    She’s so sorry, she just works here…]
    uproared: (been thinking about a lot of things)

    [personal profile] uproared 2022-10-20 11:09 am (UTC)(link)
    Of course I'm angry! You should be, too! This whole thing is stupid!

    [ She spits on the ground to emphasize her point, because she's uncouth like that. Her fingers are twitching almost uncontrollably from the poison and nervous energy, but without a proper outlet, she ends up just clenching them in and out of fists; utterly unable to sit still even when it would be to her own benefit. ]

    I don't care if you think it's weird or not — killing someone without a fight would put me in a bad mood. That's all. [ Not because it's, you know, morally wrong or anything. She eyes the knife, but doesn't grab it — maybe she thinks she could overpower Caren easily enough, even without a weapon, or maybe she's already moved on from the idea. Talk about capricious. ] ... It said we both need to sacrifice something, but not how important it has to be. Right?

    So in that case, we'll start small. A toe, maybe. Just nothing that gets in the way of holding a sword.
    uproared: (yeah i am crate trained)

    [personal profile] uproared 2022-10-20 12:41 pm (UTC)(link)
    She pauses, and the stale library air grows heavy as she scowls.

    "Call me that again, and it won't be books getting torn apart. I'm a knight — got it?"

    Assuming he won't make the same mistake again, she lets some of her tension drain away, though she still looks more annoyed than she did a moment ago.

    "... I came here because I was bored. Guess I should've picked somewhere better than a library." She shrugs, perking back up a bit. "But now I've got you to entertain me, so it's fine."
    ktizo: (🎵  tumbling down to the never)

    [personal profile] ktizo 2022-10-20 01:30 pm (UTC)(link)
    [If you're going to make me die. The phrasing makes Hythlodaeus feel a little sick to his stomach, but besides a brief wince he hides it. Instead, he chooses to focus on Amos' words.]

    We can bring him back?

    [That does change a lot. It feels less final like this, and more like his own sacrifice to Zodiark. Which- well, he never was brought back again, not until now, but they have the opportunity to do it this time. To bring someone back who chose to sacrifice themselves for the good of the rest. He ponders for a moment... and sighs. It's quite different when you're not the one making up your mind to end your own life. isn't it?]

    I see... if you're sure we can bring him back... though I don't understand why you dislike this man so much.

    [Amos' clinical approach isn't lost on Hythlodaeus, but he's a practical man himself... for the most part. Still, Dextera seemed to dislike Amos from the word go, even though the Archangel is right there calling for his death. Turning to Dextera, Hythlodaeus offers him a smile.]

    You have my utmost respect. It isn't easy to make such a decision. Rest assured that we will do all in our power to make sure you come back safe and sound.

    [The least he can do is be sure that Dextera knows he appreciates this.]
    ktizo: (🎵 smouldering softly)

    [personal profile] ktizo 2022-10-20 01:54 pm (UTC)(link)
    "I see. So this influence you spoke of essentially drove you to join a side, am I correct? And now that you're here, it needed to be removed?"

    That kind of makes sense to Hythlodaeus, in a roundabout way. Though it's eerie to think that the influence of another world could bury itself so deep into one's heart that even freed of that place, it lingered.

    "Was Horos your home, then?" He can't quite tell. Sebastian speaks of it as if he went through something similar there as he did here, but then for all Hythlodaeus knows it was a decision everyone had to make at a certain age or something. It would be silly to simply assume.
    ktizo: (🎵 fade away)

    [personal profile] ktizo 2022-10-20 02:08 pm (UTC)(link)
    "Silco? I can't say I've met him. But I suppose it makes sense- a soul endures, no matter what should happen to the body housing it."

    He steeples his fingers and looks to Caitlyn curiously.

    "You clearly harbour some distaste for the man. What did he do to earn your ire?"
    cutlery: please do not take! (too bad mirrors aren't real)

    [personal profile] cutlery 2022-10-20 02:16 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ He laughs and shakes his head as he starts to pull out the books from the bag to set them to the side. It’s clear that is indeed…More than a few. Maybe the maximum amount that you can check out at one time, even. ]

    With most? No, absolutely not. But the woman I was having the conversation with, well, we are destined to always butt heads, I believe.

    [ He blames the name, but he won’t say that… Instead, he opens up the little kit and deftly prepares the needle and thread. ]

    I was indeed a butler, yes. Only for a few years, mind you, but it was not bad work. Certainly the most interesting of work I have done in quite a while, much to my surprise.
    ktizo: (🎵 feeling so vulnerable)

    [personal profile] ktizo 2022-10-20 02:17 pm (UTC)(link)
    Staring? Nay, I simply happened to catch your eye.

    [And what an eye it is, he thinks, as he studies Silco's face. After a moment of thinking, he gets up and joins the other man at the table, his smile wider. Well, he never did put much stock in appearances anyway- even if everything about Silco screams "get away from me."]

    What are you studying?
    ktizo: (🎵 i'm so far away)

    [personal profile] ktizo 2022-10-20 02:26 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Hythlodaeus smiles down at the hand, before looking back up to Vander questioningly. Shaking hands isn't really a thing he's done before.]

    Oh, no, I arrived perhaps two or three days ago? It can be hard to tell, sometimes, with the consistent night... I have hardly been watching the moons, after all.

    [Chuckling, he shrugs a little.]

    And what of you? Have you been here for long?
    cutlery: please do not take! (I can confirm this is how you sports)

    [personal profile] cutlery 2022-10-20 02:29 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ I’m just making sure you stay true to ur type <3 ]

    [ Sebastian hums thoughtfully in response, since he knows the answer is technically no… But he’s also pretty sure that he’s just as good as your average doctor in 1889 anyways. Like, it’s not a high bar to pass when you’re still in the era of figuring out that washing your hands before surgery is probably a good idea. ]


    I do not know if I would personally consider myself one, but I have the skills of one, I would say? [ luckily one fucking weird way to word something is returned with another. they're very normal. ] I know a great deal about anatomy, medicine, and disease, though my knowledge is more from literature than practical. I have been getting a bit more practical experience in the last few years, though, as I have been taking care of a boy with a rather weak constitution.

    [ somewhere in the universe ciel is screaming in objection ]