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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
    exhound: (26)

    no worries!

    [personal profile] exhound 2022-10-23 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
    [While he had been hoping for a more lively response than she’s given him so far, this isn’t quite what he had in mind. He’s heartened by the first sign of her stirring, just begins to lean back a bit to give her some space when the movement from the equine half of her body registers at the edge of his vision—]

    Shit— [He tries to readjust his movement to pull himself farther back and away, turning and curling instinctively to brace for the swift, incoming swing of hooves. And it’s lucky he does—a moment slower and she would have managed to squarely slam into him. As it is, one hoof just barely clips him on the upper arm. Vander curses under his breath, scrambling farther back out of reach as he rubs at his stinging arm.

    Damn, that had been a close call. He should have known better to approach like that, considering how clearly out of it she had been as he neared. He catches that fierce look in her single visible eye and raises a hand in a placating gesture.]


    Alright, alright. Sorry, didn’t mean to spook you.
    settingup: (uh-oh running now)

    [personal profile] settingup 2022-10-23 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
    [ There are downsides to people having no idea who you are, but there are upsides too. Atsumu might not recognize him, but it means he also doesn't know the negative parts of his reputation either. To him Set is some guy currently begging for a weird little figure for reasons beyond his understanding, and certainly beyond his ability to care.

    The bragging doesn't seem to impress him much either, his expression getting tighter at the outburst, though the glimmer of gold seems to capture his attention at least. It also draws attention to the clear signs that this guy went through something pretty recently, and that gives Atsumu pause.

    This is well above his extremely limited ability to handle, so after a few awkward seconds of staring, he forces his attention back onto the gold jewelry.
    ]

    That ain't real gold, is it?
    settingup: (i see another mountain to climb)

    [personal profile] settingup 2022-10-23 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Atsumu's quiet for several seconds after that last comment, his gaze drifting away from Dimitri to stare blankly at the plants surrounding them. ]

    It ain't gonna do you any good to.

    [ Something about the way he says it, the tone and the way Atsumu's jaw clenches after the words are out, suggests that comment wasn't just being made for Dimitri's sake. ]
    settingup: (the greatest alive)

    ignores prince

    [personal profile] settingup 2022-10-23 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
    [ It doesn't take long to pat the fire out, but damn his poor hair is looking a bit crispy right where that little bug blew. Worse yet, the smell of burned hair is start to permeate the air around them despite the fire new being put out.

    He's fast to sit up and wheel around to face her now, and boy does he look livid.
    ]

    Are you outta your goddamn mind?!
    settingup: (and i got tits)

    [personal profile] settingup 2022-10-23 04:49 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Gosh, this trinket he's looking at sure is so interesting he can't be bothered to look up at Vander's face right now.

    Or maybe he just doesn't want to make eye contact as he's asked that question. It hardly matters though, even with only being able to see Atsumu's profile it should be easy to tell that question hits hard. The muscles in his face tighten, and his eyes narrow in a way that seems very little to do with his current object of study.
    ]

    Somethin' like that.
    cutlery: commission by <user name=copyking> (know enough about internet)

    [personal profile] cutlery 2022-10-23 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
    Oh, nor do I! I am an appreciator of the arts, but the best I can do is make copies, really…

    [ Sebastian shrugs a little, but it’s easy and clearly light-hearted. He turns the little cat over in his hands, but also sets it back. He gives a look to the shopkeep and gives a little nod of appreciation to him first, but then looks up to Vander. ]

    But, yes, there are plenty of opportunities indeed. Highstorm and Springstar both have so much to offer. Far more than where I came from, at the very least. It is why I have been enjoying taking in the sights. And, well, trinkets.

    [ But having chatted up a stranger for a bit, he gives a nod to Vander this time as he offers a gloved hand to shake. ]

    Ah, but here I have been, chatting away so rudely… Sebastian Michaelis, by the way. It is a pleasure, sir.
    exhound: (22)

    [personal profile] exhound 2022-10-23 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
    [There was something so satisfying about seeing Silco so rattled—if only for a brief moment—that made it all the more sweeter when Vander’s fist slammed into him with a successful first swing. Once, not all that long ago, he thought he never would have been able to bring himself to raise a hand to his old friend-turned-enemy again. There was no time to dwell on that, linger on the possibility of regret sinking its claws into him like it had in the past. He simply had to grab a hold of the satisfaction in this moment and let it propel him forward.

    Vander’s own breathing was much more calm in comparison, all tightly controlled rage (for the moment) and well-practiced discipline when it came to a fight. He kept his attention squarely on Silco, eyes on the motion of his back-step, the readjustment of his knife, the way his gaze flitted about in search of—of what? A way out? A desperate way to even the odds?

    He knew he had Silco on the back foot, knew he had to keep up the pressure. Vander had the advantage in this sort of brawl, and the best way to hold onto that was to not give your opponent a moment to recover, a moment to think—and that right there was paramount when it came to Silco. He may not have the raw strength, but he had cunning, and that could be dangerous in its own way.

    So he followed Silco’s movement, pushed in to keep him on his toes. Vander sent a quick flurry of swings—one, two—his way, aiming to hit, yes, but more importantly, hoping to entice him to take a swing of his own with the blade, put him in danger of overreaching if he wasn’t just careful enough in his counterattack.]
    exhound: (50)

    holds ur hand as we cry together

    [personal profile] exhound 2022-10-23 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
    [Vander has been plagued with so many what-ifs, so many fanciful flights of his imagination since his arrival in Kenos. He learned quickly that he had missed out on so much back home, even before his rude awakening here. There is the constant flutter of his thoughts, abuzz with all the possibilities that could fill in the cracks between the pieces he had been offered about the years—years, could you believe it?—since his apparent death.

    What if all of that could have been avoided? What if he had put a stop to Silco’s machinations? What if he had been there to keep his people safe, keep his children safe? Could he go back and fix it? Was there even any sense in hoping for that?

    It’s almost a relief to see this old memory displayed for him in perfect clarity. Something solid, something that had truth to it, if only in the past. A reprieve from the pointless speculation to simply remember something good, but bittersweet as a reminder of what is now lost.

    He’s so enraptured by the display that he hardly registers the light footsteps approaching—what did it matter that some stranger is passing by when he has this here before him?

    But then he hears the voice.

    His head snaps up—almost reluctantly—and then he freezes at what he sees. An echo of what held his attention just a moment ago. The same little girl, so much taller now. The same blue hair, tied in braids and much longer than it was before. Those same blue eyes, set now in a face that had grown out of childhood. So different and yet so very real and standing right before him.]


    Powder.

    [He shoots up to his feet, but finds himself rooted to the spot. Wanting to reach out, but almost afraid that this is another illusion, one that might break if he were to get too close.]

    You’ve grown up on me too, I see.

    [He smiles, fond and sad.]
    lifespanned: (pic#11709516)

    [personal profile] lifespanned 2022-10-23 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Oh, what's this? a fellow woman of Taste?? Misa doesn't mind a bit of Jinx's prodding at her clothes once she says all that, taking it as an affectionate, genuinely friendly compliment. She even moves her other arm over to show Jinx a similarly gothic accessory on her other wrist, positively beaming. ]

    Actually, you're totally right! Most of the clothes here really aren't my style.

    [ It's all a little too bright... Which she can only assume this woman understands. The radical, vibrantly colored hair? The punky, but openly forward attitude? Well, she feels just like any of Misa's other friends that she used to have on Earth. It's even a little nostalgic, and already encourages her to try to warm up to this person, a natural, breezy friendliness emitting from her. Misa eyes drift to Jinx's own attire, pointing out whatever catches her eye first: maybe it's a fingerless glove, a cool belt, or even just a cool piece of scrap metal that Jinx seems to have on her. ]

    I mean, did you get this around here? I've been looking for accessories in this place, but I can't find anything cool like this. It's so lame...
    warmare: (沈黙)

    [personal profile] warmare 2022-10-23 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
    [She had attacked the last Kenoma she encountered upon leaving the manor of the woman calling herself Yima. No, she had snapped, not attacked, like a once domesticated dog gone feral that bared it’s fangs instinctively when it caught sight of the man that had once beat it to within an inch of its life, unable to not act on instinct and lunge, for what other chance or day alive might provide the opportunity for revenge? She had left that man covered in crimson that didn’t belong to her only to have any satisfaction robbed from her breast by the dryad’s undoing, and yet-

    Despite falling into the temptation of the beast (the temptation of a demon, to become a beast), it was not who she was. (What she wanted to be.) She doesn’t attack every enemy she meets on sight. She does let him pass.

    But based only on seeing him among the Kenoma in the Regent's court she glares hatred openly in his direction, the lack of left eye only enhancing the fierceness of that look.

    She doesn't kick, though, not beyond a heavy twitch in the taut muscles of her haunch to let him know she could. And though she has obvious blind spot now, catching that hoof would likely result in cracked or broken bones. She doesn't.

    He returns to her field of vision unmolested (for now), and her grip on the leather in her hand tightens white-knuckled. "Not anymore", why, why was everyone so able to just act like this place was so new and fresh that the things begat in Horos would just be as if they’d never happened-]


    And?

    [So he wasn’t Kenoma anymore, then what?]

    Who do you serve now, then, dandy?

    [… She doesn’t know his name.]
    warmare: (恐慌)

    [personal profile] warmare 2022-10-23 07:58 am (UTC)(link)
    [Pride had been all that Hayame had, once. Jinba in a breeding stable did not own the clothes on their backs, nor the weapons in their hands- if they were obedient and loyal enough to keep those hands. They did not govern their own time, choose their duties, or decide their price or buyer. She had clung to pride not just because she was able but because it was the only thing…

    The only thing beyond the physical that separated from her from the pathetic Armless. But in Horos…

    … Maybe pride was all she still had, again. Coming to this place, anything physical she had gained that meant something (a blade put in her hand during a time when she wanted control over anything, even if it was just her ability to attack or end her own life, a bow, a sacred book that wasn’t sacred at all to her, a… something, something she held in one hand, with dark hair and eerie eyes…), all of it had been made gone. The few people she had begun to just maybe, possibly care about in that place… many of them had been made gone, too.

    And now she’s growling down at a woman in the bookshelves of a “library” unable to understand what makes her stand her ground this way, calm as if they spoke over tea and sweets. More importantly, unable to understand why the hell she seemed to think that she would ever work with a Kenoma.]


    As if I’d ever work so foolishly with someone who served the Regent?

    [She might claim that she was not Kenoma anymore, that it didn’t matter, but to Hayame… it matters a great deal. And the answer to that question continues to determine her actions, her body still taut and fairly vibrating with readiness to lash out.]
    Edited 2022-10-23 07:59 (UTC)
    warmare: (悔しい)

    [personal profile] warmare 2022-10-23 08:41 am (UTC)(link)
    [What was this man, some wandering monk out despising sage advice that no one who actually worked or served to earn a living had the wherewithal to follow? Her expression grows even more annoyed at the comment, partly to cover a strange sense of confusion that she felt over the fact that something about him… felt like the answer to that was definitely a “no”.

    There was something about him, an undercurrent she could only call “instinct” that said this man seemed far too sharp to be a monk.]


    My hands are too busy with the bow to pick up a needle.

    [That snap will have to do. That, and how she snatched the leather swatch he holds out towards her.

    … Or rather, how she misses the leather swatch he holds out towards her. Her depth perception has been affected by the loss of her left eye, still too new for her to have adjusted properly. Yet even though it was perfectly reasonable she not be, her face flushes with an intense, half enraged pale of embarrassment and shame over such a blatant weakness on display.

    She gets it the second time, her lip twitching in the corner but trying not to sneer.]


    I have no coin, I just want to know how much I need.

    [… How she was going to actually get coin, though… ???]
    sanguinary: (13th floor)

    WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN HELP ME

    [personal profile] sanguinary 2022-10-23 09:14 am (UTC)(link)
    [DON'T BE SUS listen it's fine. Sometimes you just phrase things strangely! It happens! They're all normal here, right??

    Clearly, considering she just wrote the first page to the Darkness Dementia sequel. Matsui will lean over to peer at the paper once it's smacked down, though, canting his head to the side a little.]


    Hm... [Why does this require any thought at all...] --It sounds like something that you could read in a book. It does feel like what I know to be true of the human experience, as well.
    sanguinary: (in this barren wasteland)

    [personal profile] sanguinary 2022-10-23 09:17 am (UTC)(link)
    [IS IT?? He looks a little uncertain, but like, who's he to speak on what is or isn't normal among humans(????)]

    Is... such a thing considered to be typical?

    [Of where she's from? Of humans in general?? "Uncomfortable" sure is one word for it. He's distracted by the question, though; the same hand raises and pats at his chest again. Uncertainty is still the primary emotion on his face, for as little as it shows.]

    --It feels a little better now. Do such intense feelings come and go, normally?
    sanguinary: (their regret sways)

    [personal profile] sanguinary 2022-10-23 09:21 am (UTC)(link)
    [MR. TANAKA IS TRULY JUST FUCKING THERE DOING WHATEVER THE HELL.]

    Is that so? May I ask... what year it is, for you?

    [There's a bit of hesitance in the question, not because it's a weird fuckin question to adjust to asking but because it was a Forbidden Question for time travelers in general. All their worlds are dead though so it's fine, probably!

    As for the shrine thing, he just nods.]


    It is likely because of something within his body - a purely biological thing. Structure, perhaps, or having a poor immune system. One's blood can easily grow weak and ill depending on where they live, as well.

    [Not that Matsui knows a lot about London but IF HE DID... he would be pointing at the air quality like "girl help".]
    sanguinary: (13th floor)

    [personal profile] sanguinary 2022-10-23 09:23 am (UTC)(link)
    [This is the face of a man who has never considered wasting money in his life, because he has never had to worry about a capitalism in his life.]

    There is very little that I need which is not provided by the stipend that I was told exists. [Food and shelter... That's all he needs, really. He's not a fancy guy, even if he prizes his appearance.]

    ...Though I believe such a thing is only provided to those who choose a side. [FROWNING before stating, simply and bluntly:] I dislike that. Incentivizing the choice.
    sanguinary: (north winds)

    [personal profile] sanguinary 2022-10-23 09:26 am (UTC)(link)
    At the very least, travel between the two isn't difficult.

    [As things stand at the moment, anyway. Even if it might change in the future, he's not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.]

    --I would like it if you were able to meet Kuwana someday. The two of you would get along well, I think. He loves to garden and work with the earth with his bare hands, and he's always outside. I enjoy the flowers and plants, but mostly just to look at...
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    [personal profile] sanguinary 2022-10-23 09:33 am (UTC)(link)
    [I'M LOSING IT HELP but also valid

    Matsui can at least understand that this poor man and his poor sandwich are attempting to help him, even grumpily, so he will politely not re-state that human doctors will probably be of no use to him. Instead, he just inclines his head in a surprisingly graceful gesture.]


    Thank you-- ah. [Wait. HE REMEMBERS TO ASK THIS TIME. He won't have to add yet another person to the Chuck Army.] What is it that you're called?
    sanguinary: (requiem)

    [personal profile] sanguinary 2022-10-23 09:40 am (UTC)(link)
    [There isn't much by way of reaction in his expression or posture when she grabs - fumbles - grabs again at the leather that he holds out to her. He watches her own face with that measured look, seeming for all the world like there's nothing that could ruffle him.]

    If you say so, then.

    [She seems like a very stubborn sort, so he doesn't make a show about bothering to ask when she'll return for the piece, or with what money... She seems like she'd even fuss if he offered to pay - which he can't, considering his pockets are also empty as hell. Maybe he'll see if the shopkeep is a bartering sort...

    This would probably be a good time to excuse himself from the conversation in general, anyway, but. There's one thing that piqued his curiosity a little more than any of her other statements, and after a beat or two of silence, he finds himself asking.]


    Is the bow your weapon of choice?
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    [personal profile] hauntedking 2022-10-23 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
    No. No it won't.

    [ He'll do it anyway, but it is what it it is. It's how his mind works. ]

    Let's not dwell. There's far too much work to be done.

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    [personal profile] kenosnpcs 2022-10-23 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ The look in his eyes gets sadder, and he nods. ]

    I can only assume so. It has in the past, since Meridian and Zenith both need the Oracles. And unfortunately, there's no compromise between what we want to use them for.
    kenosnpcs: (cyrus)

    [personal profile] kenosnpcs 2022-10-23 04:06 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Cyrus smiles, warm and easy, and if Dextera will allow it, he reaches out to hold one of Dextera's hands with both of his own. ]

    Then we'll do everything we can to get him back. Together.

    [ He nods confidently, then withdraws his hands, since the gesture of his sincerity doesn't need to linger longer than that. His tone at least brightens too. ]

    And of course, welcome to Meridian as well, in that case! We may all be from different worlds and times, but here in Kenos, we try and forge out a new happiness while we work towards getting everyone home.
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    [personal profile] sterngaze 2022-10-23 04:07 pm (UTC)(link)
    [When Hayame still remains prostrate before him, even after her apology has been given and accepted, Liem frowns. How long has she been lying out here, steeped in her guilt and her despair? What doubts still cling to her to keep her lying amidst the flowers instead of getting back up onto her own four legs? He knows that she must have been here for a while, given the concern of the Zenites at the field’s edge, but this place is still so new to him. He doesn’t actually know what dangers might be in store here.

    He takes a cautious step forward, then another, wading through the flowers to stop with the toes of his shoes just shy of her bent head.
    ]

    Hayame. Get up.

    [His tone is firm, steady.]

    Look at me. I’m not going to have an entire conversation with you while you stare at the dirt.
    kenosnpcs: (cyrus)

    [personal profile] kenosnpcs 2022-10-23 04:13 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ He nods, though it's with a sad, but understanding smile. ]

    Yeah. It does. If there was a way for Meridian and Zenith to compromise, that's what I'd prefer too, but... Not exactly much room between the two.

    [ Or in truth, he thinks there's not much room on Zenith's side. If you want to destroy everything, how can you possibly find a middle ground there? ]

    Well, I don't know how they'd compared to what you're used to, but we do have firearms in Springstar. Just let me know what kind you prefer, and I'll make sure Cetina finds you something. [ He nods, then smiles a little more ] As for magic, well, you might find that coming back. Everyone in Kenos can do a bit of magic, but Shard-Bearers can channel it better. Once you're able to shape the forces of Meridian, you'll find it easy. There's tutors in the Seat of the Tribune that will even help you get up to speed quicker.
    kenosnpcs: (cyrus)

    [personal profile] kenosnpcs 2022-10-23 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)
    Cyrus snorts out a little laugh as he ducks his head, but the gossip at least draws out a grin.

    "Task-oriented. Too much so, but don't tell her that or she'll give me a black eye with an antler again," he says, laughing warmly. Clearly this has not only happened before, but maybe even multiple times... But he waves a hand to the notion. "No, Cetina just makes sure I get everything done I'm supposed to, but I think it's more important to spend time with my people than doing paperwork."

    Hence why it took no convincing at all for the leader of Meridian to give Emet-Selch a guided tour of Springstar all those months ago. Also why a stern-faced deerkin woman dragged him back quite insistently to end it.

    "Cetina is an old friend of mine, though. No one else I'd rather have doing it."