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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
    cutlery: (great detective work there team)

    [personal profile] cutlery 2022-10-24 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ He’s absolutely not keeping up with her train(s?) of thought here, and he’s more than a little baffled by that, but. As with many things, there just comes a point where you shrug and accept it, more or less. It’s at least what he’s decided to do, since he’s absolutely curious just where this would lead. Even if the answer was “getting in trouble”, wasn’t that intriguing too? Springstar and Highstorm both seem so surprisingly peaceful that he’s curious what causing a little trouble might prompt.

    …So, yeah, they need an adult, ]


    Ah, very well! I suppose there is that matter to resolve first.

    [ He places a hand on the pocket she had just put the monocle in, but with his other hand, gestures ahead in a sweeping gesture before leading the way again. It’s at least not far, and as Sebastian looks around for the landmarks that had been mentioned, he nods before gesturing to a home. It’s elaborate, with high, wrought-iron gates, but that also fits the character of Highstorm in general. Here, it doesn’t stand out at all. ]

    Here we are.

    [ Sebastian makes a thoughtful noise as he looks at the gates and walls to appraise them. They’re tall indeed, a bit much to even parkour up (unless you’re a cheater like him), but looking down the street, he does see a small alley besides an adjacent house. Looking at that house’s roof back to the target, he gives a small nod. ]

    From one roof to the other, perhaps?
    lachtara: (Coyness)

    [personal profile] lachtara 2022-10-24 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Emet-Selch's face contorts into some combination of irritation and disgust from being pawed at. He sharply withdraws his arm - or tries to - in order to put some distance between them. Then, he proceeds to complain. ]

    I am beginning to wonder if the word 'please' has lost all value.
    redsoil: — PLEASE CREDIT! (Default)

    [personal profile] redsoil 2022-10-24 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
    I had every intention of doing so. Burning it. Dragging that man Cyrus before me and making him answer to the theft.

    [ Someone stopped him, thankfully........

    Still, he regards Silco with naked curiosity. There is a lack of judgment in his bearing, where he leans his arms over the edge of the bath and begins to sweep red hair back from his temple. There is a bruise there, hidden up near the hairline, from an earlier bout, and he winces as he brushes his fingers along it. Ugh, pain. A reminder that while his core was still divine, his body was diminished into something fallible -- like the man he'd just told was so. ]


    I consider them, because for all that I do not trust them, I find it insulting that anyone who loves their world as much as you and I seem to would simply give up on it. That my choice to give up would deny the others who loved it too, who took pride in it, who were free and alive because of it.

    [ Again, there is no malice in the way he speaks to Silco. He'd asked for the man's opinion, after all. ]

    I may be what is left, but I have a duty to the people of my world, to do something so that they may choose their fate. Yet, I won't deny -- it would be the easier path, to let go and pick what I desire the most from the rubble. I am no savior god, after all. I could be free, as you have chosen to be, of all that made me in this image.
    prizeneck: (95)

    [personal profile] prizeneck 2022-10-24 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
    Hah. [There we go, it worked. All this creepy ass shit out of a stereotypical satanic ritual from the 80s that would make every movie critic need to change their pants and every veteran police officer roll their eyes hard enough to have them pop out of their heads. Mamoru shakes his head, taking in a deep breath as if measuring how much better the air is, and fuck it if it still hasn't cleared enough. He barely notices the rustling, the impertinent and insistent glare the other girl is sending him.]

    What? [He nudges his shades low enough to show the rest of the scars across his brow and eyelids.] You really askin' a blind man if something looks good?
    redsoil: — PLEASE CREDIT! (Default)

    [personal profile] redsoil 2022-10-24 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)
    Haa? You expect me to beg you for your knowledge?

    [ It's just a simple 'please', Set... just say 'please'.

    Still, as his target jerks away from him, he's quick to stay in Emet-Selch's boundaries without grabbing again; he snakes into personal space, far more graceful than anyone who's just clawed their way out of the ground has the right to be. His eyes glue themselves, scarlet and ancient, to the other's face. ( What a sour face. ) ]


    -- don't be coy with me. Are you here to gloat before naive souls and bind them to your will?

    [ IT'S JUST A 'PLEASE', SET ]
    lachtara: (Aback Then)

    [personal profile] lachtara 2022-10-24 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
    Ah. Then Archangel it shall be.

    [ Not a title then, but an actual name. Unusual. Then again, many things here are not what he would describe as 'expected'. ]

    I bid you welcome to Highstorm; city of the twin moons and of an eternal night. It will serve as a refuge as you recover, and may even become your new home if you wish it. The choice is yours to make.
    prizeneck: (67)

    [personal profile] prizeneck 2022-10-24 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Big, gross and smash-y? Honestly?

    Yeah, he does. A particular part of humankind can be considered as such. He doesn't find that really special.

    He does dip his head low to look at the hand touching his chest, the frown barely visible between the rim of his shades and the mop of his hair, but the pursing of his mouth denouncing it anyway. He doesn't mention it, though, merely steps aside to tug Jinx instead towards the entrance of the building.
    ]

    A story, right. It's here, ain't it?
    warmare: (分かった)

    [personal profile] warmare 2022-10-24 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
    [... She says so. In the face of her speaking companion's unruffled demeanor, she cannot be any more indignant without risking making a fool of herself, seeming too bound by instinct and emotion unbefitting a warrior. Nevermind that she hasn't felt in control since the moment she was stolen from her world.

    She can only grasp at the petty, tiny things that she can almost feel in control over, like... Like paying for her own eyepatch that she wouldn't need if a goddamned demon hadn't plucked the left orb out of her goddamned head-]


    - Yes.

    [Her fingers curl as if aching to hold a bow, when she has no coin for that, either. Without it...

    It takes a moment, because all her life... Hayame has never been encouraged to talk. She had orders, and to those orders the only desired answer was "I understand". The stable master had not expected the jinba he'd allowed to keep their limbs to be anything but obedient and loyal and succinct, but in conversations... You were supposed to-]


    ... And you?

    [He had to be a fighter. She just didn't know what sort.]
    prizeneck: (81)

    AT LEAST GET ME A COFFEE DAMN IT

    [personal profile] prizeneck 2022-10-24 05:31 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Let's fucking go, Kaeya.

    He tilts his head, not really that convinced, but still somewhat intrigued.
    ] You sound as though you've been here long enough to know your way around. Does this happen a lot? Random people getting tangled on roots?
    prizeneck: (34)

    [personal profile] prizeneck 2022-10-24 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
    Which makes you sound like a very bad thief, doesn't it?

    [He actually leans back again, rolls his shoulders, and stretches his neck. Does he look and sound smug about it? He definitely looks amused about it. He's honestly reveling in her indignation.]
    lachtara: (Another)

    [personal profile] lachtara 2022-10-24 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Emet-Selch slowly lifts a hand to his face and tiredly rubs at his forehead. It is a stolen moment of silence for basic etiquette, which seems to have suffered an all-to-early demise.

    He sighs and then returns to addressing this obvious problem. This time, he takes a moment to steal a glance at them - through them - to see what kind of 'soul' he is coveting; It is a soul reminiscent of the sands bordering an oasis in color, but entangled in something unusual, beautiful, and painful. Hm. ]

    It seems your 'naive soul' is bound by another force already. I dare say your demonstrable caution is too little too late.

    [ He shrugs. ]

    Anyroad, All I'm asking is for some basic show of manners. Surely, that is not beyond your grasp.
    prizeneck: (77)

    [personal profile] prizeneck 2022-10-24 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
    Ah, I see. [No, he doesn't.

    But he does understand the type of person that ends up bickering over everything and anything. He frowns at the number of books he hears being set beside him. One, two, three, four… He snorts.
    ] With that many books, it sounds like you're trying to learn how to make a homemade bomb.

    [He sure hopes you're not, Sebastian.]

    What kind of work did you do before?
    warmare: (裏切者)

    [personal profile] warmare 2022-10-24 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Hayame couldn't tell how long she'd been out there in the flowers. At a certain point, captivated by the voice so familiar yet so distant, she had just... stopped knowing. And the ignorance, for some reason, had not been a concern at all.

    She hears him move, the soft sound of his steps in the dirt, the rustle of the purple blooms... and then his shoes are there, the tips visible just below the fall of her dark bangs. He'd looked real, like she remembered from that desperate Veneran night, just without the blood. He sounded real. But... So had everyone else.

    So what is she to trust? She has no magic to confirm for herself, she just-

    Raises her head. Now her left eyelids protect nothing, but she still tries to keep them closed. Doing so doesn't take back the slight stains of serum and salty tears on the makeshift bandage over the left side of her face, though, nor does it fill in the eerie indent in the profile of her face where an eye once was. She'd had two, when they last met.

    He comes into focus... But what can she say? What can he say, to convince her that he is not just another figment of her desperate, lonely imagination?]
    prizeneck: (56)

    [personal profile] prizeneck 2022-10-24 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Nothing about this person seems to be violent, aggressive, or ill-intended. Which in turn, makes the whole proximity even more foreign. He's used to close range attacks, to people getting all in his face to intimidate him, even little girls getting way too close for comfort just because they want the moment to mean 'something' to them. But here, he finds nothing except a slight shift to the air that makes it seem like it's filtered. Like something is off.

    It's questioning, too. Instinctively, he lifts his hand from his thigh, and turns his palm up. Is this what this person wants? A hand? To give him something?
    ]
    prizeneck: (80)

    [personal profile] prizeneck 2022-10-24 06:18 pm (UTC)(link)
    Waste not. [He grouses, and his lip pulls when he hears a sound that he recognizes really well, be it by his own trauma on the nails (warfare and living on the edge kind of lead to that often), or inflicted on someone else.

    Christ, Rosaria.

    Well, he's not entirely sure if he should be impressed by her steadfastness and ability to endure pain, or if she's just foolish in her own zeal.

    The sound he releases is somewhat of a growl, disgruntled and somewhat vexed.
    ] You're that given when you barely know what this thing really wants? You do know something like that takes around 16 months to grow. [He steps closer to get the nail, but not without rumbling about it.] Keep your foot elevated; if you have any clean fabric, cover the wound with it. It may not bleed, but I ain't hearing the thing talk about no infection.

    [He strides over to the wooden face and shows all of the nail clippings—overkill and not—to the face.] That enough?

    [The Dryad croaks something that sounds like a cackle, and immediately the air seems to lighten up, roots creaking and slithering away and the spores settling. He grunts.] That ain't a welcoming committee I appreciate.
    cutlery: please do not take! (gotta love the double 2pac)

    [personal profile] cutlery 2022-10-24 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
    I am. My curiosity is piqued, so I can hardly resist. If it is something close to my kind, then negotiations can be made. There are lesser demons that are also less socialized, shall we say, since our realm simply worked very differently.

    [ He shrugs casually, since he’s not sure how likely of an option he finds that, but it’s definitely not impossible. Most lesser demons and their ilk would despise Springstar and Highstorm both, so fleeing to Alenroux to hunt was perfectly logical. Now, whether such creatures even existed in Kenos or not was more the problem, but that’s also part of the answer in his shrug. ]

    And if not, then I should at least like to learn more of it. Not that I will go alone, mind you. I am sure that there will be others interested to learn more about this particular mystery, so I shall simply join such an expedition. My skills will be handy, I am sure, and it is useful to me in turn. If it is indeed drawn to our Shards, then I shall not be the only beacon in the dark for it to find.

    [ That’s the trade-off of getting a demon on your team, apparently. He probably would indeed be useful to have, but… You’re also bait. Whoops! ]

    Or at least, such were my immediate thoughts. It is very possible that I find something else which may be more worth my while before it catches others' interest. There is much to learn here in Kenos, after all, and I very much dislike feeling under-informed.
    Edited 2022-10-24 19:05 (UTC)
    oomfies: 𝑜𝑜𝓂𝒻𝒾𝑒𝓈 (🧨 fans.)

    [personal profile] oomfies 2022-10-24 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ The knife slips and near drops from her hand with how lax her fingers become. She scrambles to catch it for a hot second, ultimately backing away and letting it fall flat on the ground. The sunglasses.. Weren't a statement??? Lottie has so many questions, a lot of them stemming from embarrassment, but the one that comes out is a bewildered: ]

    Why... Why did you say you would then???
    gravings: (083a)

    [personal profile] gravings 2022-10-24 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ If Gray were of clear enough mind to register that they're putting the decision on her, she'd be having a minor crisis. Instead, the actual major crisis at hand is what drives her to weakly nod her assent; she isn't in a state to go chopping off any body parts, so offering up a memory feels like the only real option. ]

    A treasured memory...

    [ It's hard for her to pinpoint any particular one. The memories she treasures most are the ones that pass by without note, the daily scenes that repeat themselves end over end. Eventually her drifting mind decides on one of the last bright spots before she was pulled away from her home world.

    It isn't an especially exciting scene. There's an old-fashioned mansion, well-kept but devoid of servants or the small noises of family life. There's only Gray, her heart beating faster with every step as she walks across the bright red carpeting of an elegant corridor, a bag containing chocolates clutched to her chest.

    The reason for her nervousness eventually becomes clear: an aristocratic-looking girl her age with long blonde hair and a keen, calculating gaze that relaxes when it recognizes Gray. What follows isn't especially exciting either: Gray is nervous about bringing chocolates for the first time, her heart sinking as they sit down and she realizes that her chocolates aren't nearly as luxurious as the ones Reines normally provides. But the other girl, Reines, is surprised to find that she still enjoys the chocolates despite their mediocrity. The metallic silver maid at her side suggests it's because they're enjoying it together, and Reines excitedly wonders if that could be true.

    From there they have tea as usual, going on to chat about other things, and Gray relaxes into a state thoroughly light and happy. And then the Communion is over.

    The vividness of recollection shakes Gray from her languid state, the joy she felt back then sinking into melancholy. At the same time she reddens to have chosen a scene both unremarkable and private, thinking surely that it must have been quite boring for her companions to have watched. ]


    Um... so that was mine.

    [ So someone else can share theirs now, please!! ]
    galdorleod: (Default)

    [personal profile] galdorleod 2022-10-24 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
    Ah. I see.

    [ Then he'd meant it in the most literal sense. How interesting, for him to be here in Highstorm... would he not want to try to return to his throne? Or has he not chosen a side yet?

    Sensing his discomfort, Howl sighs wistfully and sinks a few inches deeper into the water.
    ]

    In the same sense, you could call me a former fugitive to my king. But that's worlds away from me now. There are no kings to kneel to in this place.
    cutlery: (let me have my lighthearted fluff)

    [personal profile] cutlery 2022-10-24 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Sebastian is a little surprised by the question, but it’s quickly followed with a laugh. ]

    Why, very nearly every time Mr. Howl and I spoke it was overwhelming… Of no offense to him, of course, but goodness.

    [ He’s surprised that Amos understands, since he had simply assumed that his experience was rather unique. His own emotions ran at a rather dull level in truth, and there was almost always some amount of his outward expression of them that was more like acting than reality. It wasn’t even anything deceitful, but just a difference in species more than anything. Demons didn’t feel with the same intensity as humans, and so to properly interact with them, he had learned to adjust. Compared to that, Howl’s easy and open expression of feeling was like shouting in a silent room. ]

    I am at least glad that it was only Mr. Howl and I in Horos, at least. Ah, well, and Miss Dorothea, but as she did not consume the Kenoma, our interactions were briefer, naturally… Regardless, you have my sympathies, as I may have gone mad if I were to have to deal with it frequently.

    [ Unbeknownst to him, that’s especially true of the disaster lover gang… He would have truly been suffering…

    He takes the glass once Amos takes his, though he does pause briefly to give it a nose with the poise that might be expected of a sommelier, but that’s more because of his sharper sense of smell than his pretentious manners, for once. It’s a smell that’s wholly unfamiliar to him, not having any idea about agave, which makes him smile a bit more in a genuine delight. With that determined (or not, in this case), he shoots it as well, and it’s quickly followed by a mild noise of approval. ]


    Ah, that is not bad at all! It has a pleasant warmth to it… And I cannot pin what it is made from at all. [ It still has a bit of the rather pungent nature that comes with any alcohol to his tongue, but with the woody flavors like what he enjoys in wines and other aged spirits, it’s decidedly on the better end of the scale than not. ] I assume this is from Earth, but with how you speak of it, I must wonder! Are humans living elsewhere in the 24th century?
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    [personal profile] galdorleod 2022-10-24 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Smiling mysteriously, Howl knew that saying something like that would only prompt more questions. He's going to explain, but the path that explanation will take is going to be a bit... winding. ]

    Do you remember the day we met? I found you by the Lodestone below Achamoth. You remember what I was like, then, I'm sure... The form I'd taken.

    [ Howl leans forward, resting his elbow on the table and his chin in his hand. ]

    In my home world, I could transform like that with ease. In Horos, it took me months until I was able to do it again. There was a certain... extra factor, you could say, that did not come to Horos with me. But when I awoke here, in this place, Yima... she had it there, at the ready for me. She already knew.
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    [personal profile] kabooming 2022-10-24 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Kaine takes the shot like a champion; she would fit right in among the undercity without a doubt, and though Jinx doesn't consciously acknowledge it at the time, she'd think about it later--

    well, fuck her, this is fun??

    the blade is wrenched from her grip, bloodied as it skitters to clatter somewhere among the crowd behind them; they've drawn a sizable audience now, but no one is making any moves to interrupt the scuffle. it means both girls are free to continue their tussle without intervention - for now, at least.

    Jinx shifts her posture and catches Kaine's foot to her stomach with a grunt, barely moving in time to mitigate some of the impact - but she's quickly following up by thrusting it away and immediately coming in to swing for Kaine's face with a gloved fist. while she's in good shape for her size, her punch strength is nothing impressive; all her prowess comes in agility and reflexes. winning a throw-down brawl against someone used to taking a hit isn't likely going to end in her favor...

    but does she seem to care?

    ...hell no. ]


    Now who's all touchy-feely? Make up your mind, bitch!
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    [personal profile] gravings 2022-10-24 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Pre-battle jitters... Sure? Maybe? Gray knows only a little bit about what that's like, but she honestly doesn't find fighting as scary as meeting strangers or making decisions for a group. This stranger isn't actually very scary though, maybe because he's a bit strange. He doesn't seem judgmental either...

    As to his question— ]


    Then... maybe I wouldn't call that anxiety. But your chest still feels tight?
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    [personal profile] gravings 2022-10-24 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Gray listens curiously, her hand pie neglected in her lap. He sure is speaking of crows like he doesn't belong with them. It's a little confusing, but he does look a bit different to your average crow... ]

    Um... are you not a crow too?
    kabooming: (💔👨‍👧)

    let's give ourselves a round of applause!! (slaps 2 severed hands 2gether)

    [personal profile] kabooming 2022-10-24 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ she's been in pain before, but she's never been in pain quite like this. suppose it's a lesson that as reckless as she can be, has been - there are thresholds she hasn't passed, yet.

    maybe one day.

    Jinx comes back to herself cradling her arm to her chest, slumped over and panting raggedly like an animal, hissing through her teeth. she doesn't even realize that noise is coming from her for a moment, ears ringing and feeling the adrenaline and blood pumping through her veins--

    but then Silco speaks her name and jolts her back to reality, back into the moment - where she shakily looks up from staring at the hot spill of blood, instead finding Silco's face. but he's...

    --ah.

    she juts her arm out, barely manages to catch him with her shoulder and a wrenching, choked noise of pain; she can't keep them upright and falls to her knees with Silco's weight slumped into her. he's unconscious-- but he's breathing, isn't he? ]


    --Silco? [ his name comes, trembling, as she tries to turn him over and look at his face. the room is spinning, and she doesn't even realize the vines are beginning to retreat, give way to allow access to two small vials laid among the lichen and mossy earth beneath their feet.

    is it the poison? is it shock?

    maybe it is the buzzing panic in her ears, the sound of familiar voices beginning to reach a peak as they whisper she's losing him, that she's made the wrong choice, that she messed it up again. --always messes it up. can't get it right. always going to end up alone.

    Jinx clumsily shakes his shoulder, desperation mounting. ]


    Silco. --Silco! No no... no, you...

    [ ...can't do this. he can't leave her.

    it wasn't supposed to be like this.

    their reward - freedom, and antidote - lies within their reach. somehow it's fitting that neither of them seems capable of attaining it. ]