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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, αÎčώΜÎčÎżÏ‚ ΟλÎčÎżÏ‚
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, Đ»ŃƒĐœŃ‹-Đ±Đ»ĐžĐ·ĐœĐ”Ń†Ń‹
Or maybe Highstorm, the city of twin moons and the seat of Zenith is more to your liking. It’s certainly the quieter of the two cities and is a relaxing, meditative place if that’s what you prefer. The chill in the air is constant, since it’s Autumn in Highstorm and the eternal night doesn’t help keep things warm, exactly. Snow isn’t out of the question at this time of the year, but it’s beautiful in the moonlight.

Because of the cooler weather than Highstorm is prone to, you’ll find many of its delights inside rather than outside. Libraries and museums are popular in the more introspective city, though it’s easy enough to find something that might please you. For example, the indoor hot baths are popular at this time of the year too. You’ll find the people are kind, if cool-tempered, though if you mention the fact that you’re a Shard-Bearer or allied with Zenith, they’re more likely to warm up.

Though much like Springstar, it may just be more interesting to explore the city with a fellow Shard-Bearer. And as a resident may warn you, it’s best to stay in the city. Wandering out into the marshes and forests isn’t advised. Of course, if you do, just contact a Loremaster to find out why. ♥

NOTES
  • Welcome to Kenos! As a reminder, all players are required to fill out an application, which are now open. This does include characters/players from Aion Teleos, so please don’t forget to fill one out! Any character/player that does not submit an application will be swept from the communities and the Discord after applications close.
  • Activity Check is optional this month, but is highly recommend so Christy can check her fancy program so that you can earn Activity Reward Tokens! Activity will be able to be submitted shortly after applications close. You can find more about how we do AC here.
  • This log is Game Canon. Any characters who are not apped to the game will disappear. If Cyrus or Yima are asked, they’ll explain that this happens sometimes, since not every soul has a strong tether to Kenos and sometimes return to the Timestream. They’re fine and may even return to Kenos one day, but for now weren’t able to make the full journey.
  • As a reminder, your character has a Shard somewhere on their body that encompasses their soul, so keep note of where you're sticking it on their person for reference! Additionally, they have a tattoo of their Aspect somewhere on their body. Please be mindful this Aspect will be assigned to you upon approval and whatever you choose for the TDM may be temporary (for new characters)!
  • For the Highstorm and Springstar prompts, both cities will be fully open and accessible to all characters once they are saved from their rather harrowing ordeal at the Tree of Life. For prompt ideas and any general information about the cities and what you can find there, please see the Navigation page and check out the locations!

    FOR NEW PLAYERS:

  • New players are welcome to join our Discord Server if you haven't already!
  • When they emerge from their cocoon/the ground, characters may be wearing their normal clothes, or they might be nude. Up to you!
  • At some point in the days after leaving the Tree of Life, new Shard-Bearers will have a dream, even if they're usually not capable of sleeping. All new players should read this post, since this details how they'll learn about both factions and their goals and should help them make a decision in which Faction they'd be drawn to.
  • New characters will not have access to any canon abilities on the TDM.
  • Your character will be offered temporary housing either at the Heliopolis district or Yima's manor for the first few weeks after their arrival. They will also be given a stipend for basic supplies like clothing and personal effects, and food is served in the cantina (Heliopolis) and at regular meal times in the Dining Room (Yima's manor). Once they Harmonize, they will get personal permanent chambers and a fancy retainer in their Faction's city. Wow! 🌈

    FOR OLD PLAYERS:

  • Characters may be Harmonized to their Faction (if that makes sense for the character, of course!) by the time of this log. This is more for IC reference, and just wait until application acceptance to do the OOC paperwork!
  • General reminder that your character won't have access to their powers until they have Harmonized.

  • CODING
    kenosnpcs: (cyrus)

    [personal profile] kenosnpcs 2022-10-23 04:22 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Cyrus nods ]

    That's my understanding, at least. The last time this many Shard-Bearers appeared so that the Oracles did too, well, that was over two hundred years ago. There are long-lived people here in Kenos, but I'm not one of 'em.

    [ He half-laughs as he shrugs, since it's another small difference between Meridian and Zenith, though it's not really an intentional one. The long-lived peoples tend to gravitate towards Zenith, while the more mortal ones to Meridian. ]

    ...Yeah. Lady Yima is the one that pulls souls here. I don't know how. [ And, sensing the question behind Johnny asking, he adds: ] Also don't know if that's true. She's... not dishonest. That doesn't feel like the right word for it. But she's deceptive.
    hauntedking: (27)

    [personal profile] hauntedking 2022-10-23 04:44 pm (UTC)(link)
    I hope I do get that chance. Maybe he'll arrive here - or we'll find a way to see your world as it was. I'd like that.

    [ Try to be positive, because there's not really an alternative, is there? ]

    For my part, I would like to introduce you to Dedue... a dear friend of mine. I can only hope that we'll meet him one day.
    sterngaze: (neutral: commish)

    [personal profile] sterngaze 2022-10-23 04:53 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Liem closes his eyes briefly, shutting out the red-haired man’s uncomfortably bold gaze as he takes a meditative sip of his drink. Perhaps he should have just left him alone to talk to himself. As bathing activities go, pondering the extent of his responsibility in the wake of his world’s death is not a terribly relaxing one.]

    Of course I have.

    [He lowers his cup, looking again at the other man. His tone remains deliberately conversational, despite his current companion’s pushy, borderline-aggressive manner.]

    But all of the influences whose guidance I valued most were left behind with the rest of my world. And this situation is considerably beyond the scope of their teachings.

    [Rushed and angst-ridden had perfectly described his decision to submit to the Regent’s vision, given the duress under which that choice was made; now that he’s escaped their reach, he’s loath to hurry into other other commitments at the behest of either his own emotions or others’ prompting.

    He doesn’t recall seeing this person before, either in Horos or during his own visit to the Tree. But if this is a new experience for the other man, he doesn’t seem all that perturbed by it.
    ]

    As you say, relying on one’s desires to guide one’s decisions is a good way to rush into poor ones.
    hundredpower: (305)

    [personal profile] hundredpower 2022-10-23 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Barnaby's absorbed in leafing through the notes left to him as he puzzles out where to begin, when Eustace approaches. He looks up and offers him a small smile. So he'd also made it over here too, then.]

    I suppose so... House plants were a hobby of mine at home. It would be nice to return to that, in a different way.

    [So why not learn gardening? He has more free time here, and Yima had urged him to pursue what makes him happy. This was one of the few things he could think of.]

    Apparently Yima has helped to preserve many varieties of plants from countless lost worlds. If there's anything unique to your home world, perhaps I could try to find and grow it for you.
    hundredpower: (201)

    [personal profile] hundredpower 2022-10-23 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
    You might be right. [And giving her a real life, and not the one she was forced to live with little by way of a future, has to make anything in this world worth seeing.]

    What about you? Being here must be somewhat overwhelming, but how are you finding things...?
    galdorleod: ([blond] sway smile)

    [personal profile] galdorleod 2022-10-23 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Howl finds comfort in Liem's agreement, and then is immediately caught off guard by his questions. He raises his eyebrows and brings a hand to his chin thoughtfully. They are good questions, and he need a moment not to decide how he feels, but to decide how he ought to answer. He would not want to stumble into awkward phrasing and give him the wrong idea. ]

    It's difficult to fully trust anyone. In this world, in our home worlds, or in any other.

    [ At that moment, a waitress from the cafe walks past their table. Howl stops to get her attention with a raised hand. She stops to tell him that she'll be right back, her quick pace suggesting she was busy with some other task at the time she passed. He nods, thanks her, and watches her leave before looking back to Liem. ]

    ...I do trust Yima in a few important ways. Most importantly, I know that she has the power to keep the promises she makes to us. I've seen it for myself.
    hundredpower: (158)

    [personal profile] hundredpower 2022-10-23 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
    [That raises more questions than answers, really, so he files that away for later. Despite being Batman having been marketed on his aristocratic image, Barnaby himself never had a butler, but he can only assume the aforementioned earl is a highly unusual one to need such services at all.

    As for the plants--]


    Yes, I'm surprised at how much Yima was able to save. [Another testament to her dedication to preserving what's left of the worlds, unlike their master on Horos.] Were there ever any plants in England that you liked? Maybe I can find and grow some for you.
    galdorleod: (Default)

    [personal profile] galdorleod 2022-10-23 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
    No. It would be strange. And so, if it is any comfort, I don't think anyone expects you to live here as if nothing has changed. It's quite the impossibility, as you said.

    [ Howl studies the inside of his glass for a second before setting it back down. ]

    ...Pardon me. I haven't even introduced myself yet. I am Howl — and sir, you are...?
    cutlery: (can never go wrong with underboobs)

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    [personal profile] cutlery 2022-10-23 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Even for him, it’s painful.

    Her teeth tear him open, and the intensity of the feeling is exactly what he forces into her brain. Nerves screaming, muscle spasming against his will, and the thick, heavy feeling as blood seeps into lungs. It’s dying in slow motion. Yet, he doesn’t struggle underneath her grip. Blood spills out of his neck rapidly, and he just lets the hand that had been buried in her face fall limply to his side as she pulls her head back away from him. The Communion weakens and fails, almost stuttering as his consciousness drifts away.

    The toothy, wild grin softens, and it would seem to be from his approaching death, but it’s still too calm for that. His eyes are locked on hers sharply, and the look he gives is cruel and cold, as if somehow, he was the victor here. If he were to die, after all, he can think of no better sight. It’s a wild and uglily distorted face full of vicious hatred, dripping his flesh and blood. In simply one fight, he’d dragged someone down to such a beastly level.

    What a depraved and exquisite pleasure.

    It’s hard to tell the point he dies, because things around them begin to change. Roots around them coil and move as if they have a mind of their own, and the creaking voice of the dryad they had both ignored speaks again. ]


    Failure.

    [ They’re peeled away from each other and pulled back into the living tree, since it seems that the Tree still has plans for them yet. ]
    hundredpower: (291)

    [personal profile] hundredpower 2022-10-23 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
    [He looks a little amused; it sounds as though she's all but made up her mind even without his suggesting anything.]

    I'm not sure yet. Lady Yima urged me to do whatever makes me happy, but... [He's sure he doesn't have to spell out that's easier said than done, when they were both pulled under by the Kenoma until the very recent past. Perhaps, like Ciel, he should find something simple that brings him joy, like her with baking.]

    Well, for now, I have someone to watch over. I can think about the future properly if I'm able to help her return. [He pulls out his pendant from where he'd kept it tucked away safely in his jacket, showing Ciel the attached Shard, the colour of burnt umber.]
    hauntedking: (29)

    [personal profile] hauntedking 2022-10-23 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
    Oh, yes, of course. Forgive me.

    [ He bows - or nods really. ]

    Dimitri Blaiddyd... former king of Faerghus.
    hundredpower: (293)

    [personal profile] hundredpower 2022-10-23 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
    Yes. I never wanted to hurt anyone... but the Regent had ways of forcing all our hands.

    [Even those amongst the Pleroma, who otherwise were less inclined to fight, were drawn into the war whether they wanted it or not. At least that's all over, now -- perhaps.]

    Have you had a chance to speak with Yima or Cyrus yet? What do you make of them?
    lachtara: (Cant)

    [personal profile] lachtara 2022-10-23 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
    Oh, good. Someone with practical sense.

    [ He lifts his drink to take a sip, motioning to her with it as if to say "cheers". ]

    My felicitations on having a skill many have come to lack.
    cutlery: please do not take! (he's a golden deceiver!)

    [personal profile] cutlery 2022-10-23 06:55 pm (UTC)(link)
    Oh, exceptionally lively. There was a coffeehouse I liked to frequent near Oxford that was certainly a “penny university”, since all the scholars would come to debate and speak of news after their studies were done for the day. The coffee was secondary, honestly.

    [ Sebastian laughs gently and fondly, as if recalling an interesting memory, but he doesn’t elaborate on it. His prim and proper speech is also probably a bit more striking in this context, since he’s really starting to sound like he’s from a period drama. It’s not unfair, since he’s from the 19th century, but he’s also speaking of his recollections from the 17th century
 ]

    It was always very bitter, but I suppose that helped to nurse it throughout the stay
 I always found to be much better when prepared by a Turk instead of something learned second or thirdhand by and Englishman, to be honest.
    galdorleod: ([blond] hidden smile)

    [personal profile] galdorleod 2022-10-23 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
    Former king? You don't say.

    [ Howl nods back out of courtesy, but a flood of presumptions fills his mind. The wizard is not fond of kings. It's only his awareness that they all come from different worlds that he can muster said courtesy. ]

    Now, is that because you are no longer in "Faerghus," or were you already a former king before you arrived?

    [ he keeps his tone light and casual, half expecting this Dimitri to claim up. ]
    lachtara: (Pensive)

    [personal profile] lachtara 2022-10-23 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)
    I have. I knew those who resided there and I learned much of its world.

    [ He gives a faint shrug. ]

    It's hardly pertinent in this place. Everything from that world has been swallowed up by nothingness, and the rules of this world are vastly different.
    redsoil: — PLEASE CREDIT! (Default)

    [personal profile] redsoil 2022-10-23 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Because food is gross and he has never had to survive like a human, Rosaria! Gosh! ]

    Oh, watch your mouth. No one could afford the price they would have to pay to touch a god.

    [ He crosses his arms, scowling half-heartedly at the way she insults his divine form. It's battered and bruised, certainly, but marks of battle were meant to be attractive to humans - weren't they? They were obscenely out of place on his own body, which had never truly been meant to bleed once he'd ascended to godhood, now regulated to require care and sustinence and rest like every other gross creature destined to die eventually.

    ( She is right, though. He's a haute mess and there's also the whole matter of his personality. ) ]


    You work with the local faction, correct?

    [ He heads for the door, his little effigy held in curled fist. Might as well ask her about what she does for her stipend. What's expected of her. ]
    hauntedking: (31)

    [personal profile] hauntedking 2022-10-23 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Dimitri doesn't clam up. But he does look a bit uncomfortable. ]

    ...because Faerghus no longer exists, if I believe what I am told.
    lachtara: (Cant)

    [personal profile] lachtara 2022-10-23 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
    That would be your shard. It's a trait given to those who have found themselves in this place.

    [ At least, that is the quickest summary of it. ]

    It embodies everything you are, everything you have been, and all you will become - your very soul. Be sure to guard it well.
    epiprocta: (51)

    [personal profile] epiprocta 2022-10-23 07:58 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ With his nerves already standing on end with tension and anxiety, and that uneasy feeling boiling away in the pit of his stomach, Gen cottons onto the sense of wrongness just a little quicker than Amos does. Realizes that Kaeya is standing a bit too still, spots the preparatory quiver of those vines, finds himself backing off a half-step at the sight of vines wrenching themselves tight around Amos' forearms. Even as his voice escapes in a startled bark, he automatically backs off with posture lowered defensively, his body responding quicker than his conscious mind for half a second.

    Not that that half-second's quickness amounts to much in the end.

    It's partly reflex -- the simple, ingrained desire to guard what he considers his on some level -- and partly a furious refusal to go down without a fight when Gen yanks at Misa's arm, placing himself between her and the nearest wall of greenery just in time to interfere with the coils that comes shooting their way. Gen snarls like a rabid dog as those hard fibers catch against his forearm, twisting around ferociously to try and free himself; a sharp lunge serves to place himself between Misa and that second pair of twisting vines, and he hisses as he feels them whip tight around his torso instead, brutally dragging him towards the wall to pin him in place.

    Unfortunately, that paltry extent is as far as his ability to protect Misa goes. ]


    -- Kaeya!

    [ His voice emerges guttural and breathless, his chest still aching from those vines thudding into his ribcage, but he still spits that name with equal parts anger and desperation as he's fixed helplessly against the wall. ]

    Do something, you moron!

    [ Because surely, he's just frozen in shock, right? It's not that he's actually just going to stand there as this happens, right? ... right? ]
    sterngaze: (neutral: dubious)

    [personal profile] sterngaze 2022-10-23 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
    Maybe not. But it’s never bad to learn new skills.

    [Liem is willing to allow that, if Minegishi accepts Yima’s hospitality and allows her to house, clothe, and feed him, he probably won’t actually need any cooking skills for the duration of their stay in this world. Possibly Cyrus would extend the same offer, though that wasn’t the direction Liem’s meeting with him had gone. But it makes him feel itchy to be relying on the support of someone he barely knows and doesn’t fully trust. Part of the reason Liem has been looking around both cities is so he can find somewhere promising to live where he won’t be beholden to anyone—assuming he can also find regular work. He’s not ready to give up on the idea of living independently even if it’s just while he sorts himself out.

    Judging by the profusion of smells in the air, the students under his instruction seem to be nearing the end of their labours. Liem watches Minegishi’s somewhat dour expression become a little more distracted, intent on the contents of the various dishes and pans.
    ]

    Oh, I’m sure they won’t.

    [This is his first time teaching a class like this, but when he casts his eye around the bustling room, he sees mostly elders and women. He’d be surprised if the lot of them end up being a match for the quantity of pasta about to be served in this kitchen.

    When he turns back toward Minegishi, it’s with a measuring look.
    ]

    I don’t have any particular designs on the leftovers. You can have them, if you help me tidy the kitchen after.
    cutlery: (tell her you want to be pegged)

    [personal profile] cutlery 2022-10-23 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
    It is indeed impressive.

    [ Sebastian agrees with that sentiment easily as he gives a glance to a plot not far away. It’s more established, clearly an old one, and filled with plants that are all completely unfamiliar to him. If there’s one thing to say about Kenos, it’s that the experience of seeing pieces of other peoples’ worlds is beautiful, in a way, and even to him. Sebastian gives a small nod and looks back to Barnaby. ]

    That is kind of you to offer. I would not trouble you so if it is any inconvenience
 But I do have a fondness for plants that are both beautiful and practical. Rosemary, for example, as when it blooms, it is lovely, and it is arguably better when added to a dish.
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    [personal profile] galdorleod 2022-10-23 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
    Emet-Selch's dry comments earn a tortured look from Howl, the young wizard knowing the old mage well enough at this point to know when he's being teased. But whatever he might have done and said is halted immediately by the large, broad hand pressed against his upper back, and the second that comes to push down on his shoulder.

    Howl's eyes tear away from Emet-Selch to look up at Hythlodaeus instead, mystified and starstruck at the same time. He does not sit down. Hythlodaeus will find, in fact, that the more he presses down on Howl's shoulder, the more it starts to feel like he is pressing down on stone instead of flesh.

    "Yes, I did," Howl insists. "I came to check on him because I hadn't seen him in days. Now I know he's fine, and — what it is he was doing."

    Without wasting another second, he ducks underneath Hythodaeus' arm and away from his touch, and walks backwards towards the door as he continues.

    "Anyway, as I said! I'll leave you two to it!" It will be clear to the other Stargazer how desperate Howl is to get out of here, just as it was alarmingly clear to Howl that Hythlodaeus was staring at him with mischief in his heart. "It was, ah, quite wonderful meeting you, finally, Hythlodaeus! See you... around and about."
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    [personal profile] cutlery 2022-10-23 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
    1889. A bit behind most people I have met, I will go ahead and say. Or, at least those who seem to come from similar enough worlds.

    [ Sebastian explains it lightly, as if this were a normal part of introductory conversations. In a way, it is, or it's certainly becoming a more frequent part of them here in Kenos. ]

    Likely also why my understanding of his condition may sound a bit dated to you, I imagine... Medicine is, well. It is making progress, certainly! But I have never known it to be all that successful.
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    [personal profile] sterngaze 2022-10-23 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
    Ah, is that so?

    [Liem smiles faintly. He hadn’t thought any of the styles on Horos had been particularly reminiscent of home, so he hadn’t realized that such things might be consistent even across worlds. The idea that Sebastian’s own world, with its different history and cultures, would be in some ways so similar to Golarion strikes Liem as more than a little odd. Perhaps it’s only appropriate though, if their worlds really are all part of the same vast, connected, decaying existence.]

    “Opulent” described Oppara very well.

    [Sometimes known as the Gilded City, Taldor’s capital had never been known for its subtlety. And Taldans, especially those dwelling in Oppara, were always enthusiastic patrons of the arts, and appreciators of all the finer things.]

    Most of the city wasn’t that old, of course, but it was originally founded before the beginning of the previous age. [Considering that the Age of Enthronement had lasted well over 4,000 years, Oppara had a long, long time to change and grow.] Did you spend a lot of time on Earth?

    [He asks this assuming, perhaps erroneously, that a demon’s natural home would be in the lower planes, which to his knowledge were never known to be bastions of craftsmanship, except perhaps in the most horrifying ways.]