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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
    sparring: (pic#15577547)

    [personal profile] sparring 2022-10-22 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
    It doesn't catch her too off-guard, about the man's age. She can tell well enough that he keeps himself in good shape and if he's lived through this once or twice he can't be half bad. She doesn't see any obvious wounds or nasty scars or anything either.

    "Yeah. Could use blowing off some steam right now." she replies, flexing her fists and tucking in the end of one of the bandages nice and tight, "The monster thing...is it too easy?"
    Edited 2022-10-22 20:05 (UTC)
    subsist: (pic#15697816)

    whoops indeed...

    [personal profile] subsist 2022-10-22 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
    Lovely. [ Despite the lilt in his tone, this is anything but lovely. ] Well, then... I suppose I should be glad it's all out of my system now.

    [ Thank god for the purge. ]

    No wonder it made everyone feel out of sorts, given that it was made out of a dissolved person and all.

    [ This is honestly an excellent conversation to be having in public. It's fine. ]
    subsist: (pic#15697790)

    [personal profile] subsist 2022-10-22 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ When Dimitri comes up from his quick soak, Kaeya is reminded of a wet dog, one who doesn't quite know what to do with himself. A faint sliver of amusement lingers on his face but it melts away once the other man is close enough.

    He nods. ]


    Glad to hear it. However, it might be a good idea to consider getting proper rest. Nothing quite like relaxing in your chambers after a good bath, hm?
    ktizo: (🎵 bound by love)

    [personal profile] ktizo 2022-10-22 10:09 pm (UTC)(link)
    "I've considered both. I'm unsure of who to join, but it seems I will have to make my decision soon if I want my abilities back."

    He sighs, shrugging. "And what of you? Who have you decided to join?" He assumes if Emet-Selch can teleport, he's already joined someone. He's guessing Zenith, given where Hythlodaeus found him.
    ktizo: (🎵 i'm an overture to your symphony)

    [personal profile] ktizo 2022-10-22 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
    "Yes, I'm sure we would all be much better off if we listened to you more often." Hythlodaeus can't help but to laugh fondly.

    "But I am glad to hear that you will both cooperate from now on. I say we celebrate by finding someplace warm and having a hot meal." He could certainly use it, and he hopes the other two will join him.

    "Emet-Selch, do you know of anywhere? You have been here longer than the both of us, after all."
    hauntedking: (27)

    [personal profile] hauntedking 2022-10-22 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
    ...probably. I think falling asleep in a real bed would do me good.

    [ He smiles sheepishly as he goes to retrieve a towel. ]

    Thank you for putting up with me.
    oomfies: 𝑜𝑜𝓂𝒻𝒾𝑒𝓈 (💄 fake.)

    [personal profile] oomfies 2022-10-22 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Even though Lottie is extremely aware she's pressuring this poor girl in a way (purely for her own benefit), she's smiling a little. Her irritation ebbs away when she's finally given an answer, especially an answer that she replicates herself all the time.

    She's going to look great. ]


    So you want to look natural? No makeup makeup?

    [ She asks, just to confirm, as she holds up ornate bottles of foundation beside her cheeks. Just staring and switching them out every so often. ]
    baltimores: (075)

    [personal profile] baltimores 2022-10-22 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Maybe if they kill it, everything else around them will collapse. Maybe the stillness is a good sign. That it's weakening, that it's near death, a rigor mortis before everything else will wilt away, let them out, free them with no further harm done — not to mention the fact that this thing deserves to die.

    Amos is so focused on the task at hand — kill this thing to save his friends — that he doesn't notice anything else. He doesn't notice the way Kaeya has gone impossibly still; he doesn't hear Gen or Misa, doesn't feel their distress, doesn't see the way they've turned to each other for safety. That should be him, but his way of protection has trended towards the path of violence more often than not. Eliminate the threat, and then everyone else will be okay—

    He doesn't notice the vines until they're wrapped around his wrists, pressing against his skin and wrenching him away from his onslaught. He loses the knife at some point as he's dragged back against a wall, fighting futilely all the while. He pulls and strains at his binds with every ounce of strength he has, a wild, thrashing animal as panic seeps into every fibre of his being.

    He's helpless, he realizes, and a sharp, terrified shout escapes from his throat as his thrashing grows more erratic, more desperate, nonononononononoNoNoNONONO—

    The world around him sinks into something he doesn't recognize — a gaping maw of fear that takes over every one of his senses and renders even those in this room that he loves to nothingness — as he continues to desperately, desperately try to free himself. ]
    baltimores: (093)

    cw murder via strangulation

    [personal profile] baltimores 2022-10-22 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ A sense of relief he hadn't been expecting washes over Amos — that he's maybe managed to assuage any fears anyone in this cavern has. Him. Even with the way he is, he's still found a way to help.

    He takes a cursory look around the room as they speak. Hythlodaeus has his respect, striking Amos as someone practical, honourable, righteous — a good person, the kind of person he should aspire to be, even if he knows it's not possible for him. If he had to kill someone he loved? Absolutely. Dextera — it's water off a duck's back.

    The Archangel... his words are nice, too. Kindly. The kind of guy who won't give up on someone, no matter what terrible things they've done. And Amos knows he needs people like that. Dextera seems receptive, too, as far as he can tell... it's a good thing.

    He almost shrugs at the Archangel's words for him; it's not a big deal conveyed in action rather than words. It's not. It's not like it's a burdensome task; better for someone like Amos to handle it than someone who might not be able to take it. He's maybe doing everyone else a favour—

    Even as he stands before Dextera and knows this isn't the preferred outcome of at least one person here. Just the accepted one.

    And if he were with people he cared about, Amos would have accepted that very same fate for himself, too. There's a sense of mutual understanding — everything he feels from Dextera, he thinks he understands.

    And Amos, himself, feels nothing. ]


    Okay. [ His voice is soft, but a promise. He'd rather bring Dextera to Yima — she can help — but he and the Archangel clearly have something else going on, and if that's who Dextera trusts, then that's what he'll do. ] I'll give you to him. He'll take you.

    [ At least his words are sincere.

    And it's time now, isn't it? Before the poison makes him too weak — so Amos brings his hands up, slowly, moving to wrap them around Dextera's neck, and squeezes. His face is blank as he watches Dextera's eyes, looking for signs of life until they aren't there anymore.

    It's just something he had to do, that was asked of him, and that won't even be permanent; it's not a big deal. ]
    joyfully: (♙ Striking Pawn)

    [personal profile] joyfully 2022-10-22 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
    Not really, aside from watching one of my friends get cursed all the time by her mom!

    [This is a perfectly normal and reasonable thing for a mother to do.]

    It always just seemed kind of uncomfortable.

    How are you feeling though, mister? Still bad? Still like your heart is gonna explode?
    oomfies: 𝑜𝑜𝓂𝒻𝒾𝑒𝓈 (💕 dye.)

    [personal profile] oomfies 2022-10-22 11:21 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ She gives a tiny nod of her head, still listening but deciding to stare down at the water. It's lovely and warm, and if she squints she can see the steam waft off from it. Reminds her of when she'd visit her family on the rare trip back home, her mother habitually forcing Lottie and her sister's to 'bond' by forcing them to spend time together at the baths. This time, there's less bickering. Even the people she doesn't know are having a great time, relaxing into the waters, having nice, normal conversations.

    Her eyes bounce back up just in time to catch his eyes when he turns the question onto her. A shy sort of smile graces her lips — this is so spectacularly simple that it makes her feel weirdly giddy. It's normal. No drama, no blood, or weird tree wizards. She's a little buzzed and talking with Amos, and they're just being regular people. No one even recognizes them!

    (God, when did she become such a sap for the #basic things in life? Like reassurances that caring about how people are isn't weird or embarrassing?) ]


    No, yeah. Better than the last time we did this! [ A pause, as she clarifies: ] Not the bath, I mean — not that we had one over there but..

    [ She doesn't think she could remember if they did, even if she tried. Which is a good thing, right? The more she pushes all that nasty stuff out of her brain, the easier it'll be to.. Lottie doesn't know, function? Make new memories? She leaves the thought in the air, humming in between the silence. She breathes out softly, ]

    I'm good. I like this place more.. I can see myself buying a condo here, or something.
    joyfully: (Default)

    [personal profile] joyfully 2022-10-22 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
    I know right? I think it's pretty great too. Being self-effacing is usually just a cover up for other personality defects, I think.

    [oh okay]
    joyfully: (♙ Withdrawal)

    [personal profile] joyfully 2022-10-22 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
    [It takes Morgan a minute to fight back the waves of pain long enough to straighten, and then she manages to take a few deep breaths. Okay... okay.

    She looks down at her hand, wrinkles her nose a bit, and gratefully takes the tie to both mop up said blood, and also cover up the remaining stump of finger. No need to look too closely at that...! Trauma is not meant to be addressed, please and thank you.

    Another shaky breath, and then she manages to push herself up.

    ... Anyway, that's when the bandages smack her in the face and she's unsteady enough that it puts her right back on her ass again with a quiet yelp.

    WHOOPS.]
    cryomance: (108.)

    [personal profile] cryomance 2022-10-22 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Is that what they're calling them now? Sort of makes sense, considering the presence of a shard now in place of where her vision used to sit. It's still taking some time getting used to and is probably something she ought to look more deeply into her just to ascertain if it has any additional effects or if it's just there for decoration. ]

    ...I suppose. We seem to have a knack for attracting one another.

    [ She thinks she's ran into more shard-bearers than natives at this point, probably because the latter regard them all with more skepticism and suspicion and the former are more inclined to ask her for directions. ]

    I doubt these books can tell us much about why and how we ended up here. As far as I know, the first batch of those resurrected only showed up a few weeks ago.

    [ If there was anyone who woke up here earlier than Kaeya and the grizzly old man, she's yet to find them. From what Kaeya had told her, the destruction of Horos wasn't even that long ago, so the two evens could have coincided, meaning there really weren't any shard-bearers in Highstorm before that point in time. ]
    joyfully: (♙ Ways)

    [personal profile] joyfully 2022-10-22 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
    [She reaches out willingly to shake her hand in her own, grinning up at him brightly.]

    That's okay! I appreciate the thought, but I think it doesn't have a lot of meaning unless I accomplish my dreams myself, you know? I want to get there and be able to say that I was the one who did it!
    joyfully: (♙ Decapitation)

    [personal profile] joyfully 2022-10-22 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
    Huh...? Why would I be joking?

    [SHE DOESN'T GET IT... pls explain!!!]
    warmare: (恐怖)

    sorry for the delay!!!

    [personal profile] warmare 2022-10-22 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Hayame might be taken by the flowers, her ear pressed into the ground because she swears if she just listened a little longer she might be able to hear just whose voice that was on the wind and in the roots. She's so taken with it that she almost doesn't notice that a man has come close to her, that he takes a knee beside her...

    But she does notice she's been touched. The second his hand alights on her skin it seems to break the spell (or perhaps, just that sort of thing was enough to pull her temporarily out of it). The problem is...

    One eye (the other is covered in a thin, dingy cloth) snaps open, pupil dilating, and before Hayame can even process who or what has landed on her beyond "a man's hand"... The back hooves curled up under her belly lash out with a fierce, instinctive kick.]
    cryomance: (088.)

    I know they won't get to bff for a while but i'm still putting this tag here

    [personal profile] cryomance 2022-10-23 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
    [ She knows...animal-people? That really ought to be less surprising to hear than it is. Rosaria knows several existed in her own world and has come across a number of them here, but talking animals. Really. She's going to need a little more time before she's grown sufficiently numb to the peculiarities of it all.

    Her head shakes gently after a moment, quite sure she'd hold the same opinion of the animals whether or not her stomach was full. Her hunger hasn't even gotten that bad yet. Just to prove it, she leans forward to take a bite of her kebob and waits to swallow completely before looking at Huiwon straight-faced. ]


    There. I'm no longer hungry, and I still think they're ugly. What can you really do with glass decorations? They're fragile and they take up space. You'll end up having to clean extra if you take several of them home with you.

    [ The appeal of them is clearly beyond her comprehension. ]
    joyfully: (♙ Multiple Axis of Movement)

    [personal profile] joyfully 2022-10-23 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
    Hmmm... that's true! Unless, of course, you're a tyrant, in which case you should definitely care what people are thinking about you.

    But that'll just take us in circles!

    [Morgan waves all of that away with both arms as if she's literally sweeping the topic away.]

    Mooore importantly... have you seen much of this place so far?
    joyfully: (♙ Clear and Hold)

    [personal profile] joyfully 2022-10-23 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
    Oh... oh! The new language thickens. Like soup!

    [This is said mostly to herself but definitely loudly enough to be heard, before she focuses all of her attention back on him with a very determined expression.]

    Let's see... are you asking about this place? Where I came from? About the architecture of the buildings around us?
    oomfies: (💚 los angeles.)

    [personal profile] oomfies 2022-10-23 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
    [ If it makes him feel any better, Lottie is also peeking at the people in front of them between their talking. It's purely just to see if she can find that barista in the middle of making someone's soul into a delicious, consumable, drink. She wonders if he does latte art, is about to ramble the thought into existence when he mentions coffee.

    Or, specifically, coffeehouses. This guy's vocabulary is already so prim and proper, it makes her wonder if he's some kind of professional caffeine connoisseur.. It'd make sense!! And it makes her head swivel back to him, something like curiosity on her expression. ]


    Really? What were they like?

    [ Nevermind magic infused coffee, this is infinitely more important!! ]

    The coffee maker I had at home was pretty good at brewing something quick and easy, but I always wondered if it was fancier at the more expensive places..
    hauntedking: (Default)

    [personal profile] hauntedking 2022-10-23 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
    No, unfortunately. I've only just arrived a few days ago...

    [ He sighs. ]

    I'm... adjusting.
    cryomance: (089.)

    [personal profile] cryomance 2022-10-23 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Just that little bit off? She gives him a flat look as she takes the knife, hoping that this won't all be in vain just because he didn't commit fully to losing a finger. ]

    Do you really think your cuticle will satisfy its request?

    [ The knife is pushed between her teeth so she can hold it while she crouches down to remove one of her boots. Her toes wriggle within her fishnets before she pulls the smallest one through the hole. Her eyes only flicker up briefly as she spits out the knife and ...cuts just the nail off.

    Because she's sure as hell not losing a whole toe only for them to be denied because of this idiot. Once the nail is properly torn off, leaving the skin underneath raw and bleeding, she hands it over along with the knife. ]


    Go see how the tree feels about our grand sacrifice.
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    [personal profile] lachtara 2022-10-23 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
    "I have agreed to stay with Zenith for a time." His gaze lingers on Hythlodaeus. "Their leader was able to grant me the soul of someone I thought lost. I cannot witness such a feat and abandon it outright." Not when there is a possibility that it could be used for so much more than a single soul.

    His gaze wanders as he considers the situation more. "Meridian is equally intriguing in its promises, but for now I must explore it from the outside."
    oomfies: 𝑜𝑜𝓂𝒻𝒾𝑒𝓈 (💚 fountain valley.)

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    [personal profile] oomfies 2022-10-23 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Silco's pen hits that paper, the beginnings of a careful scrawl on that fine (if she knows him, expensive, durable) piece of paper. Silco's pen hits that paper, and then some, right as Lottie's ring clad hand moves into view, just in his peripheral. Gentle, slow, enough to let him recognize it's not some random nosey weirdo but a friend. Nails sparkle a hue of orange — it shimmers in the barely there light, makes a nice contrast to the dark liquid that sloshes in the glass she slides over. Whiskey on the rocks, something she knows that's just as classy as it is awful. The only default drink she really knows, but never partakes in.

    Lottie's adorned in a gaudy little fur coat, all black instead of her favorite pink. It adds body to her that conceals her dress for the evening, a delightful in-between of 'dressed up' and 'dressed down'. Her hair is carefully styled, purposely messy where she needs it, half up and half down, leaving the single earring on her person at full display.

    It swings, moving as she tilts her head down at him to ask just loud enough over the music: ]


    Studying already?

    [ Lottie doesn't ask, doesn't really think much of whether he'd like her to bug him on one of his nights where he's purposely sitting by himself. She wonders if this is another one of his spots, the ones where he's staked claim without having so much as to lift a finger to say so. She slides into the chair opposite to him, carrying her own drink (this one reasonably more light, a little perfume-y). Her nose is on fire and her lungs slightly burn from the smoke wafting in the air, collecting at the top, but she still smiles — it's soft and a little tired, but warm all the same. ]

    I thought I'd get you something. [ She says, as if it wasn't already obvious — ] I can't remember if this was the drink [ It is, but she's playing it off — ] you had at the bar that one time but.. Hi.