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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
    redsoil: — PLEASE CREDIT! (Default)

    [personal profile] redsoil 2022-10-24 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
    There could be others?

    [ Why did it not occur to him? That others may have been plucked from the timestream, brought forth through their dreams to this place? He had assumed that only one might be transferrable, for what power could rescue the sheer might of a god -- and then do it again, and again? Set falls upon this man, his still-damp hands grasping at Emet-Selch's forearms, his shoulders. He gives him a little shake, insistant. ]

    You've been here! Longer than those who have recently awakened -- tell me, everything!
    subsist: (pic#15626808)

    [personal profile] subsist 2022-10-24 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
    I doubt you'd need to be close to her to ask these sorts of questions. She didn't strike me as the type who cared about that, but it's your call in the end.

    [ It's a lot to take in, but it's better for this man to learn directly from someone who is in a better position to answer any questions he might have. That said... ]

    Was there anything about her that resonated well with you?
    sanguinary: (unsure)

    [personal profile] sanguinary 2022-10-24 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
    [Fake it til they make it! He likes considering the what-ifs on this positive-leaning scale more than the negative what-ifs, anyway, even if it's a little dangerous.]

    I will hope for the same, then. I can imagine that those you keep in close company would be good people to know, as well.
    sanguinary: (lilith)

    [personal profile] sanguinary 2022-10-24 02:02 am (UTC)(link)
    [1889... Damn. There's a little smile, because it does contextualize a lot of things. NO WONDER HE'S AN OFFICIAL DOCTOR truly just about anyone could learn how to stick someone with a needle and be like "I'm a doctor now" in those times.]

    It will become much, much more successful in the future, I'm certain. After all, if there's one thing that people are good at, it's innovation.

    [It's not "learning from past mistakes", though!! Ah, living through the many medical crises of humanity.]
    cutlery: (upvote Thor catgirl)

    [personal profile] cutlery 2022-10-24 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
    [ He nods to the political considerations of Alenroux, since there’s not much he feels he needs to add there, or at least not over the intrigue of the rest. Silco seems to have enough of a tactical mind already to not need Sebastian’s input on the impacts and politics of such a delicate balance, so he simply moves on. ]

    Very curious indeed, and unfortunately, no. It was something I even pressed on, but she did not seem to know any more than that. I suppose it is enough to keep most away.

    [ With how he says “most”, it’s also clear that he’s excluding himself. His interest is caught, and so he’ll pursue it. For Sebastian, it’s as simple as that, since it’s how his whimsy works. Lady Yima’s goals me be all well and good, and he’ll follow them loyally, since she’s given him something he deeply wanted
 But it’s not immediate. This is essentially how his boredom presents. ]

    I can make a guess, but it only be that, and it is based on my own experience
 So, who knows how it may transfer here? But the Shards are indeed the vessel for the soul. It is something I can see, to put it simply. [ He shrugs, but also with that, gives the implication that he does indeed have his natural abilities back at this point ] By that, they are incredibly valuable, at least to certain creatures, including my kin. I do not find it impossible for it to be something as simple as that.
    zauneyete: (That good Undercity Backlight)

    [personal profile] zauneyete 2022-10-24 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Silco had been fully focused on his words, a tight and neat scrawl that covered the page efficiently, his thoughts put together carefully. He was observing, and he'd just started another thought when a hand swam into his view, from the edge, manicured and sparkling. His eyes narrowed suspiciously, the drink clearly an offer, and then --

    His eyes swung up, to meet Lottie's, and the suspicion melted into something a touch less abrasive. After all, Lottie was a...friend? Something close to that. He watched as she sat down in the seat, before he tipped the glass at her, a lift of his lips into an almost smile, before he sniffed at the drink once, before he took a drink.
    ]

    Lottie. I was wondering when I'd see you.

    [ A beat, then, considering. She looked like she'd gotten dressed up for a night on the town. Silco, on the other hand, looked about as he always did. Fine clothes, cravat, enough to make him fit in, but just slightly outdated from the ones about in the bar. He tapped a finger to ash his cigar, considering. ]

    You got the right drink, although you look like you should be having fun with the rest of... them. [ He pointed out at the rest of the bar. ] Night on the town?
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    [personal profile] redsoil 2022-10-24 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
    [ These questions evoke a feeling within him. Something angry, that rubs itself against his despairing like a purring cat; it whispers wordlessly, with the voice of a wicked mouth. Destruction, Sekhmet utters. No falsehoods from her lips, only manipulation. She speaks in half-truths and inevitabilities, she presses gods on their weaknesses and allows them to fail and fall apart. This man, winged and brilliant as he is, speaks with her voice.

    Urging him towards failures, towards the willing destruction of things. He may be an evil god, one that has become disorderly and shameful, but he is -- free. A free-willed god, uncontrollable and full of sound and fury.

    His hand darts forward, palm shoved across Archangel's mouth, fingers clutching at the line of the creature's jaw. Squeezing, he notes how diminished his strength is. There's nothing to him right now, but the feeble grip of a strong mortal. Even his demigod might has fled him, or perhaps it is slumbering still, the way he had. All the same, he digs his nails into flesh, seeking to feel the bones below. ]


    -- you mouthy bastard.

    [ If he looks through Archangel, towards the memory of Sekhmet, who is to know? ]

    Do you want me to tell you I've given in, is that it? That my despair is greater than my devotion to my promise? Did Osiris send you, too? Open your mouth again to bait me, and I'll rip your pretty tongue out with my teeth.
    subsist: (pic#15697778)

    [personal profile] subsist 2022-10-24 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Kaeya can only shrug his shoulders when Rosaria points out that both Zenith and Meridian could be lying. It's a thought that had crossed his mind before, and one he's not in any hurry to give up. This is one of the reasons why he hadn't picked a side yet, because there's too much on the line for him to make a careless decision.

    There are too many people from Mondstadt who deserve to be here as much as he is right now. ]


    That's one of the things I'm working on finding out. Even if I've been here longer, I'm afraid I spent most of those days bedridden. I will keep you in the loop— unless, of course, you'd like to split the efforts?

    [ Two shred fellows are better than one, after all. And he can trust Rosaria, which already puts her opinion above any of the others'. ]
    oomfies: đ‘œđ‘œđ“‚đ’»đ’Ÿđ‘’đ“ˆ (✹ runny.)

    [personal profile] oomfies 2022-10-24 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
    [ It's the only honest thing she's done all day, the smile that spreads when he acknowledges her. ]

    Um. Hi, Silco.

    [ He takes her peace offering, that drink, and he sips at it. Lottie's body visibly relaxes at that, a touch too happy at the fact he's welcoming her at this table. Sure, his cigar burns when she inhales softly, but it's worth it. She's almost forgotten just how natural it is, just existing like this at the opposite end of a table with Silco at the helm. It's nice. Familiar. ]

    No.. Not really. I —

    [ Was just thinking. Always thinking. About what's happening, what he said (something poetic about killing your old self, and while she can't remember the words it always rings strong in the back of her mind — like an itch she can't scratch). It goes unsaid, but it shows that there's clearly more she wants to say by the way she pets at her hair pensively. She doesn't really realize it, the way her eyes water. It's hard to tell if it's from the smoke or from the emotions bubbling underneath her expression, because even if they aren't besties, Lottie feels a sense of camaraderie with Silco. Like only he can really understand the troubles she faces, has already conquered them.

    It's why she ignores.. Pretty much everything he says. Doesn't really finish her sentence properly either, and opts for a question that is more hopeful than she'd like. ]


    ..You're not mad?
    zauneyete: (Sword of Damocles)

    [personal profile] zauneyete 2022-10-24 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Ah, yes, one of these old-lived types. Silco doesn't do more than roll his eyes slightly at the statement of his mortality, as if that were truly the problem. No, Silco understands, at its core, that Zaun is the epitome of "free will", and that the chaos implicit in it needs the history -- yes, even Piltover -- to become the beast it had become. Silco also knew that he could not put it through that, to make the beast anew.

    But he would not describe it to this man, certainly. Why would he? The conversation had moved on, and it sounds like this world had practically stolen something from his own.


    Hm. How insulting, that they would take the name of your own home. [ That disdain, he can empathize with. If they had dared to take the name of his? Silco didn't know if he could help but raze it to the ground. ] I would have burned it to the ground right then and there. Why would you even consider them?
    settingup: (the chicken nugget)

    [personal profile] settingup 2022-10-24 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Now that piques Atsumu's interest, and his gaze flicks back over to Dimitri. ]

    You got some idea of what work you wanna do already?

    [ Because there's more than one choice people can make, and most people don't seem to have come to a decision yet as far as he can tell. ]
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    [personal profile] epiprocta 2022-10-24 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
    [ That comment about 'new skills' once more rolls off his back with about as much staying power as water off a duck's back. Gen's attention is clearly on squinting into the classroom, struggling to take a guess as to how much longer he's going to have to stick around before he can snag himself some free food.

    Instead, it's that tacit implication that he's going to have to work for his meal that has Gen's gaze sliding back to fix on Liem, his brow lowering in a scowl. ]


    ... you think I'm just trying to be a freeloader, don't you.

    [ There's a stronger, more sullen edge to his words, and Gen huffs as he leans more heavily against the windowframe; the look he fixes on Liem past the shadow of his brow is sharper, more resentful for a moment before he looks away to glance restlessly out onto the streets nearby. ]

    I'll have you know I fucking worked before everything went to shit. And not some cushy desk job. Wasn't just some student wasting time with books all day. [ Not that he took any real pride or pleasure in his work; the position had basically been forced upon him by his father, and he'd never really had a choice otherwise. But still. It rankles at his pride to be treated like some useless layabout -- even if that's basically what he's ended up becoming since deciding that training to be a killer isn't what he wants. His moody silence stretches for a moment longer before Gen gives Liem a cranky sideways glance. ] -- fine. Whatever. I'll do it. Just know that I have my limits now.

    [ Said as he tugs at the awkward drape of his cloak where it covers his left side; it hands oddly over his left arm, falling abruptly halfway past the shoulder instead of sloping naturally downward, marking where the limb ends. ]
    cryomance: (045.)

    it's okay I need to get closer to getting the ear-petting square scratched off anyway

    [personal profile] cryomance 2022-10-24 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
    [ ...Does she really look like a librarian to this dog-man? Well, Lisa and her did sometimes visit the same tailors...so it's honestly not that outlandish of a mistake to make, especially to anyone not terrible familiar with the Church of Mondstadt standard dress.

    Rosaria had in fact been taking a nap behind the travel and leisure section up until the constant dragging of footsteps nearby had woken her up. As she'd been looking for a quieter section to sleep in, she had found herself indeed with an armful of Thick Knots and Shattered Hearts, making her blink at the title a few times before she grabs the cover between her thumb and index finger and holds it away from her body like it's radioactive. ]


    This isn't my problem to deal with. Why'd you even pick it out if it wasn't to your tastes?

    [ The cover does have a wolf-man in it, so maybe the stranger been lured into thinking it was less trashier than the wolf-man's free-flowing ample bosom suggests. ]
    Edited 2022-10-24 02:53 (UTC)
    galdorleod: ([blond] secretive)

    [personal profile] galdorleod 2022-10-24 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
    Will you be satisfied with any answer I have to that question?

    [ With one hand propped on his hip, Howl looks up at her with a vague frown. She's really got a chip on her shoulder, this one. All hazard and no calm. Exactly the type of person that only ever stresses out the cowardly wizard.

    Still — he is in Springstar on his own volition, and it can only be expected to find some hostility from certain Shard-Bearers. He glances to the strip of leather she's so desperately clutching in her hand and sighs.
    ]

    No piece of cloth will make you look less fearsome to everyone around you. Not when you've got that hole in your face. Yima could fix it, you know.
    zauneyete: (Pointing with scissors)

    [personal profile] zauneyete 2022-10-24 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Vander had always been a brawler. From the time that they'd worked together to find a way out of the mines they'd grown up in, to the day that Vander had wrapped his hands around Silco's neck and dunked him into the River Pilt; Silco had known intimately just how Vander fought, how he moved. Just like Vander knew Silco -- apparent in the way he kept in the circle of his reach. Vander's reach, mind, using his long reach to his advantage -- which Silco didn't have.

    Infuriating, he thought, his feet skidded back, that he was still on the backstep, but he didn't have the advantage of anyone to defend him, and he wondered, of course, if that had been foolish of him, to not sic some after him in the beginning, but at least... at least he hadn't made the first hit. After all, if word gets back about this, Silco had wanted plausbile deniability.

    Which he had, but at what cost? His life?

    Silco kept pulling him back, his steps slow, but Vander kept right out, and he dodged most of them -- a few got through -- and his jaw ached from it, but he brandished his knife, not to reach out, but he instead kept it close, a few swipes at an approaching fist or retreating wrist, kept his arms close, without reaching out. Didn't give Vander the opportunity to grab him --

    Speaking of grabbing -- eyes flicked to the right, the shopkeeper was still going, going -- Silco's arm flashed out, lightning quick, to grab his collar, to pull him close. The man was... of average size, and they struggled in his grip, as he drew him close.

    This had always been the difference between them, after all. Vander had always been... opposed to collateral, whereas Silco...
    ]

    Now, now, Vander. Don't lose your head. This is between us, you don't want to put someone else in the cross-hairs, do you?

    [ Yes, Silco had brought him into this -- but he didn't have the knife to the man's throat -- what was the play here? ]
    cutlery: (tell her you want to be pegged)

    [personal profile] cutlery 2022-10-24 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
    Oh, indeed. The innovations on that front alone in the past century have been remarkable... It is not so now, of course, but I was looking forward to what the next century could have held.

    [ He sounds genuinely admiring of it, though perhaps oddly, not disappointed for it to be gone in turn... Such is the contradiction of a demon. He greatly admired humans' innovations and discoveries, but also felt extremely little for them to all be gone now, apparently. For him, it's no different than something like finishing an interesting novel and starting another. ]

    Though if I may, since it is something I have been asking in turn... When are you from?
    impiety: (i know it well)

    [personal profile] impiety 2022-10-24 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
    Overwhelming.

    [ Archangel is willing to admit that much. He tips his head back in order to look at the sky; it still is so strange to see it. ]

    This world is so much different than mine that I'm just coming to terms with it all. [ A slight pause. ] But I suppose that's the same for most everyone here. [ His smile softens. ] There is something nice about that, isn't there? That even if it is an overwhelming experience... we are all experiencing it together.
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    [personal profile] epiprocta 2022-10-24 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Gen meets Vander's gaze a moment, just as even and just as fearless, before slowly giving a cant of the head. ]

    Hmmm.

    [ It's a noise made in feigned thought, though the languid, unpleasant drawl of it makes it clear that he's not actually thinking anything over. He's already found the words he wants to say, and is just drawing the moment out in taunting fashion before he actually says them. ]

    So you think you can cause trouble for people, and as long as you replace anything wasted or broken, that's all you need to do? [ He makes a point of glancing aside at his hand, still a little damp and sticky with drying beer, and flexes his fingers. ] That's pretty scummy, old man.
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    [personal profile] settingup 2022-10-24 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
    [ It's easy to do with Atsumu these days, and Vander certainly hasn't crossed the worst of his lines. He was so much more unpleasant to people the first time he got swept away to a new world.

    This second-go-round has him a little more numb, and something about that is bothersome in its own way.

    His brows twitch at the attempt to be light-hearted, and Atsumu finally gives up pretending he cares what's on the table in front of him.
    ]

    You're takin' it pretty lightly if that's your biggest concern. Considerin' your world got destroyed and everything.
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    [personal profile] exhound 2022-10-24 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
    [How true that is. Vander has a similar longing to see his own familiar streets once again. They’ll just have to make do with places like Highstorm here for now.]

    Keeps you on your toes, certainly.

    [He laughs, takes a quick glance around the open market.]

    I gotta say, it ain’t half bad, getting to see new places like this, though. The floating islands these cities are on
 can’t say I’ve ever seen anything like it before.
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    [personal profile] exhound 2022-10-24 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
    [Vander stares at the crystal with a look of incredulity. It’s an outlandish claim, and he wants to deny it outright, but when his fingers brush it directly
 something about it resonates, like a deep and integral part of himself.

    He turns his gaze back to the other man.]


    And this shard is just
 stuck there now? A permanent part of me?
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    [personal profile] exhound 2022-10-24 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
    [He raises his eyebrows at that little tidbit—how disorienting must it be to get spirited away to another world twice?]

    Going through that more than once
 Guess I shouldn’t get too comfortable here, huh?

    [He laughs—a short and almost humorless thing—and leans forward to set his glass down on the table in front of them.]

    Where I’m from it’s
 dark and cramped, but sprawling and full of life. Nothing I liked more as a lad than running through those streets, clambering up rooftops and causing a ruckus. [A small smile tugs at his lips, fond and a little sad.] The city ran through the fissures and valleys mostly tucked away beneath another city. We had it rough, but
 we made the best of it.

    [Is he glad for the relief of no longer having to dance a fine line with Piltover breathing down his neck? He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t at least a little bit. The cost was too high, though, and he faces a new sort of headache in trying to wrap his head around how things work here.]
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    [personal profile] exhound 2022-10-24 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
    [Vander offers a nod in response to the unspoken question, more than willing to continue taking in the further sights of the market at large with a little pleasant conversation. As surreal as an experience as it is to be going for a stroll with someone who both looked and acted like he would be right at home in some stuffy manor up in Piltover, he can’t say he’s opposed. It’s a new life here—a new home and new faces around included—and that meant stepping out of his comfort zone, for better or worse.

    He begins to turn down the aisle, hands casually stuffed into his jacket pockets. When Lady Yima and her manor are mentioned, he gives a quick nod of recognition; he’s met a couple of the other shard-bearers who’d arrived the same way, so it is interesting to learn that Sebastian was among their number.]


    That I did. [He can’t help but grimace a little at the memory of it.] That right there is an experience I’ll be glad to never go through again. One hell of a way to welcome a guy to a new world, eh?

    [From the question, he gathers that Sebastian might have heard at least a little bit of what went down in those caverns.]
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    [personal profile] sanguinary 2022-10-24 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
    [It's an unexpected reaction, for sure, but it sure as hell is also an amusing one. SIR your POINTING... There's just the faintest, barely-there flicker of a smile, before he gestures with a gentle inclination of his head toward this poor lad's shaking wrist.]

    I would advise you not to put additional strain on your injuries. If you make things worse, your body will have trouble making more healthy blood.

    [Sure, yeah, that's how medical science works. He says it with a lot of confidence, anyway! Good ol' unfounded confidence! Though his expression turns a little more contemplative after that, and he sits up a little straighter, drawing his legs up to his chest below the water's surface.]

    ...But if you wish to hear an answer, then - if it's about "values"... I suppose that I value freedom of thought and movement.
    kabooming: (🃏🏳)

    [personal profile] kabooming 2022-10-24 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
    [ there's something vaguely flighty, not quite right, in Jinx's gaze for just a moment - eyes flashing to her right, head tilting as though she were looking at, listening to, something there.

    but then she's jerking the blade out of where it sits at her hip, even if all she inevitably does is dextrously let it flip and curl between her fingers, walking a slow, methodical distance around Caitlyn. ]


    Aww... are you saying we can't be friends? You're gonna go breaking my heart with talk like that...

    [ it's said with a mocking babied tone, before she stops about ninety degrees from Caitlyn's position, jamming the knife harshly into the wood between two planters - and then takes a step back, hands lifted in 'surrender.' ]

    Look! I can play nice... I just want to talk, see?

    [ she has no idea how ironic this is right now, for the record, ]