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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
    impiety: (how many times do you plan on dying?)

    [personal profile] impiety 2022-10-24 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ With all eyes on Dextera, Archangel could wear whatever expression that he wanted as the man was choked to death. His fingers twitch at his side as he wishes yet again that he could have been the one to do it, but his manic excitement and joy over killing him would be far, far too obvious.

    Still, one can dream--

    It truly sets him at ease that Dextera has no memories. For it is just as he wanted it to be; he wanted to start over with him once he noticed the man was straying from his plans.

    It seems this world really does favor me.

    His mind continues to purr and coo about what a picture Dextera looks as life is being drained out of him. It continues its own self-masturbatory congratulations that he has yet again survived to hopefully be able to carry out his ultimate plan yet again.

    Because now there are so many more people that require salvation.

    His head cants as soon as Dextera appears to be dead ans steps forward. Archangel shares a little, sad smile with Hythlodaeus; it is forced in his own way as he would rather make some snide, possessive remark about how close he thinks he is with Dextera.

    He reaches a hand out to gently rest it on Amos's shoulder; he gives it an affectionate and supportive squeeze before holding his hand out to receive the aforementioned Shard.

    And he answers Hythlodaeus first: ]


    I will keep him safe. I, too, desire his return. A single death is not enough to absolve anyone from all their sins. Certainly, they are gone, but the impact of what they have done lingers.

    [ Softer, kinder: ] It is good that he has changed so much to think of others. It means that when he returns that he can truly start to heal his soul from what he has done.

    [ And to Amos, himself: ] Thank you. You've done more for us than you can know. And I do mean that I will be grateful for your part in this... we did not have a chance to share names, so might we have yours first, our dear savior?

    [ How I long to wring your neck being allowed to kill him. But alas, I think I’m too weak for something like that… ]
    impiety: (that incredible pain you feel)

    [personal profile] impiety 2022-10-24 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ He merely smiles; it will be his call in the end. A person who wields so much power over another has no reason to be honest about their intentions; he knows that best from leading so many people.

    But he pauses at the question of anything resonating with him. ]


    Shall I be honest? It is the fact she accepts that the end has happened and we should attempt to create something better for ourselves, our loved ones instead of bring back what was.

    [ Bring back what was flawed. ]

    Moving forward, striving to create better... I believe that is better than clinging onto the bittersweet memories of our past and world.
    impiety: (believe in me)

    [personal profile] impiety 2022-10-24 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ The response is far more surprising than he would care to admit -- his eyes widening and body stiffening as the hand presses against his mouth. His eyebrows furrow in recognition; the same recognition that Set has about his strength.

    When the nails dig into the soft flesh, Archangel wonders if he will bleed. In truth, he can only feel the slight pressure and not yet the yielding of his skin.

    But it doesn't quite hurt. There is some marvel to that realization.

    It takes a second and he knows why it doesn't. It is more of a warning than attempting to actually cause him real arm.

    The journey his expression goes on ends in dull amusement. ]


    It is difficult to talk like this, but I do not mean to bait you, Set. [ He smiles against the palm that his words are being partially muffled into as he speaks. ] If you would be so kind, I can give you the answers to your questions... unless they are rhetorical, then I suppose I should have chosen silence, hm?

    [ Though, he wonders about that last threat. Would his body recognize it as painful? Can it recognize pain anymore? Does he need it to recognize pain anymore? ]
    impiety: (can't you see i'm irked?)

    [personal profile] impiety 2022-10-24 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ He tips his head, appreciative of the acceptance of his name if nothing else. Anything else that he was once called has been burned away in his old world. ]

    That is with Zenith, is it not? I think that I shall see what they -- she -- is about. I find her in the dream to be much more palatable than the man that spoke to me.

    [ Archangel huffs at nothing in particular -- well, to be fair, he drags his eyes around like he hopes to catch sight of Cyrus. ]

    One should always move forward after destruction instead of double back to repeat our mistakes.
    regression: (pic#15851094)

    [personal profile] regression 2022-10-24 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ His glower forms, eyes narrowing. ]

    Why?

    [ That's suspicious and also strange. It has Joonghyuk do the opposite of opening up, granted he was never planning to do that in the first place. ]
    regression: (pic#15851047)

    [personal profile] regression 2022-10-24 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Joonghyuk has gripes over amnesia and memories, but this isn't about him and he never wants any conversation to be about him. ]

    If they are going to lie, it would be what they can offer to us for our alliance. [ The offer is met with silence at first... ] Do what you want.

    [ Because he can't accept help like a NORMAL person. ]
    regression: (pic#15851183)

    [personal profile] regression 2022-10-25 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
    I can fix them if that matters to you.

    [ He doesn't quite understand ingredient talk, but the hand gestures help him parse some of it. A part of him wonders if maybe Toge can ask some overlord in this realm to create a limitation... Or a freedom? That will allow the young man to speak because he isn't sure if he will ever be able to translate everything he says.

    Is tuna a noun? A verb? And adjective? Sometimes a single word can mean a whole sentiment, but... Is this the same thing?

    ... Onigiri.
    ]

    But it won't add any nutritional value.

    [ He pointed it out because people eat with their eyes, yadda yadda. ]
    regression: (pic#15857217)

    [personal profile] regression 2022-10-25 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
    [ When a Lunar Tear can heal you wholesale, but no one mentions it in the game... This is fine. Joonghyuk understands the value of rare beauty, especially for himself his world is desolate and ruined more often than not. ]

    I wonder if they would have a better chance here. Flowers are abundant.

    [ Which is a sight he hasn't seen in a while... It's nice, though it stirs other emotions in him. ]
    kabooming: (⚙🔧)

    [personal profile] kabooming 2022-10-25 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
    So, he had looked for the best position for observing the chaos... Jinx tilts her head as she mulls that over, returning her focus to the crowds shifting in the streets below. Raised voices drift upward as the city folk discusses what in the world just happened, none seeming able to piece out the source of that mysterious explosion.

    And as Shang Tsung sees fit to introduce himself, giving a graceful bow - Jinx juts her gloved hand out enthusiastically in return.

    "The name's Jinx," she declares with no shortage of seemingly earnest energy and good cheer. "And y'know, as it turns out... I've got nothing but time to kill while I watch the show."

    That hand she'd offered - seemingly for a shake - turns over to produce another delicate clockwork golden beetle, this one not currently activated and sitting inert in her palm for his examination. Alright, Mr. Alchemy man - she'll admit it, she's curious...! So sue a girl, okay?
    kabooming: (😏)

    my address is 1234 sesame street, i'll see u soon

    [personal profile] kabooming 2022-10-25 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
    [ 'calling dibs,' yes, exactly - he's learning quickly now. she's so proud of Chuck...? look at him, taking in new lingo... they grow up so fast, a single tear rolls down her cheek,

    ...but, hey!! wow, her knife - that's real thoughtful of him and Jinx is taking the bloodied blade back, shifting her hold on the Flamethrower to prop it against her side,

    and meanwhile, Ex-Flamethrower Guy is like ???, uttering a muffled curse as the blade is yanked out of his arm and he slumps against the wall. to add insult to injury, Matsui Chuck then decides to... touch?? the wound?? he looks wary and a little like he's about to snap the swords...man's head off, but before he can open his mouth--

    Chuck is just peacing

    out,

    apparently,

    and he's woozily shaking his head, trying to staunch the bleeding himself. the FUCK is going on here?????

    Jinx - who has replaced the blade at her hip - slings the Flamethrower over her shoulder and pats Chuck on the shoulder appreciatively. ]


    You know what? If I had to take a stab in the dark, [ haha get it bc she just stabbed a guy, ] I'd say we're gonna make a pretty good team, don't you think? Huh?

    [ she elbows him in the side conspiratorially,

    and some people are beginning to jog toward Ex-Flamethrower Guy and he might be pointing at them,

    hm,

    are they in like

    trouble, ]
    lockedon: pid 4667155 (pic#14244914)

    [personal profile] lockedon 2022-10-25 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
    It said none of us would remember after giving it up.

    [ Hello? Is she deaf or just stupid.

    But he quiets down quick enough, choosing not to waste any of his remaining energy on someone who doesn't deserve. Gray seems to be already deep in thought in any case, a furrow settling in between her brows.

    He doesn't recognize the scene that unfurls before then, so he can only assume it isn't one from her cult-like village. The grandeur of the house doesn't fit regardless, and neither does Gray herself in the memory, older than the child he'd gotten a glimpse of all that time ago. It's not a particularly exciting memory, subtle in its emotion, but it exudes the type of quiet contentment he likes the most

    And then it's over, and all he feels is a strange sense of longing, even though that hadn't been his own memory.

    Guess it's his turn now. ]


    I'll go.

    [ Might as well get this over with. He may have been the one to suggest giving up a memory rather than a body part, but he dislikes the thought of revealing anything profound and personal about himself as much as anyone else here.

    The tree branches fade, replaced by clusters of coniferous trees. The ground is blanketed with snow, freshly fallen. Through the narrow forest path walk two figures, man and child, both garbed in thick fur-lined vests. The man walks with a steady pace stride while the child bounces behind. Both have familiar white hair, dark ears, blue eyes, though child is about 20 years younger than the man offering up the memory now. There's a clear warmth in the older man's gaze as he looks down at the child - his son.

    "When spring rolls around, you'll be at a good age to start hunting. I'll have to get you a new rifle."

    The child's eyes widen. He jumps up in the air in excitement, high-pitched voice asking about the best ways to hide his tracks and scent so his prey won't know he's there. The older man simply laughs and motions for him to follow along. They disappear into the trees and the memory disappears alongside them.

    It's a perfectly mundane memory, not at all exciting, but Eustace can't help the flash of pain that crosses his face regardless. As if to forcefully separate himself from the memory just shown, his voice cuts through the air sharper than intended as he turns his head towards Mordred. ]


    Your turn.

    [ Chop chop, Mordred!! ]
    hauntedking: (23)

    [personal profile] hauntedking 2022-10-25 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
    I like to think so, anyway.

    [ There's the ghost of a smile there. ]

    So I hope that one day you will be able to judge for yourself.
    impiety: (whatever)

    [personal profile] impiety 2022-10-25 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Bit irritating.

    He honestly thought he could force the other's hand, but ended up causing the opposite to happen.

    Still, he presses on: ]


    Because it is the first conversation I've had in awhile.
    hauntedking: (Default)

    [personal profile] hauntedking 2022-10-25 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
    Perhaps. I can do labor. I can provide instruction. I can do... many things. But I also think I want to restore my world.

    [ At least so far. ]
    subsist: (pic#15624535)

    cw: body horror, intent of self-harm

    [personal profile] subsist 2022-10-25 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Kaeya remains frighteningly still despite the chaos happening all around him.

    It's like none of what's going on reaches him — Amos' distress, Gen's angry and desperate words, Misa's attempt to smooth over the storm — almost as if he either didn't hear or didn't care enough to listen. What doesn't stay frozen are the roots inside of him, forever twisting and pulsing as they spread throughout his body, slithering around muscle and nerve until they've figured out how to make his fingers twitch. He's been frozen in place for so long but now they have their strings wound up around him real tight.

    Now, he'll be made to dance and do the dryad's bidding all because he didn't want any of them to pay the price.

    When his entire body finally moves, it looks as if something's wrong. It wasn't immediately obvious before but his veins protrude and bulge out whenever the roots snaked under his skin. His head is bowed low as he staggers his way toward where the knife has fallen, every step taken with an incredible amount of effort. Every now and then he might completely freeze up, his limbs trembling under the restraint, but he can't, he won't allow this creature to get what it wants. ]


    M... Misa— [ Strangled and strained, he tries to get the words out. ] S... tay... a— away...

    [ Despite his efforts, his body continues to move against his will. It's not long before he snatches the knife from the ground and slowly turns to face the one who is closest to him. At least, that was the plan until Kaeya attempts to wrestle back control of his limbs once more, his hands now fighting against each other while the blade comes dangerously close to his own throat.

    If he can just take himself out of the picture, then— maybe, just maybe they rest of them can make it out of here unharmed. ]
    hauntedking: (22)

    [personal profile] hauntedking 2022-10-25 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
    ...far too strong hands. I have something called the Crest of Blaiddyd that grants me great strength, but I can't always control it and I have been known to... break things inadvertently.

    [ He's a touch awkward about it. ]
    hauntedking: (24)

    [personal profile] hauntedking 2022-10-25 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
    No one should be kneeling to me here, certainly.

    [ Dimitri sighs and drags a hand over his face as he sinks a little lower. ]

    ...what did you do to become a fugitive? I am curious. Some kings are unreasonable about that.
    diplobrat: (Default)

    [personal profile] diplobrat 2022-10-25 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
    "Then we are agreed," Alphinaud responds cheerily. Although he's aware Emet may not take it quite so cheerily as all that.

    "And I will endeavor to heed your advice in the future. Although I cannot always promise that I will agree with it," he continues.
    lockedon: pid 30575014 (046)

    [personal profile] lockedon 2022-10-25 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
    [ The trajectory between taking care of houseplants and starting up a personal garden seems straight enough to him, and he simply nods in understanding as Barnaby explains. When your pot of plants becomes a p(l)ot of plants....

    Though he is a little surprised when Barnaby offers to devote a little patch of his garden. Eustace blinks, frowning a little before shaking his head in polite refusal. ]


    No thanks. I don't think any of the plants I'm familiar with would survive in a greenhouse.

    [ Too warm and humid in here. Then again, what does he know about plants? He surveys the small plot of land again, but it's clear his interest isn't really in the act of gardening hismelf ]

    Do you believe what she says? Yima.

    [ Eustace has his own opinions on the offers made by both 'sides', Yima and Cyrus both, but he's curious as to what Barnaby thinks of their situation. He'd always been fairly practical whenever they'd spoken and Eustace trusts the man to give a fair assessment. ]
    epiprocta: (83)

    [personal profile] epiprocta 2022-10-25 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Something's wrong.

    Something's terribly, terribly wrong.

    Even before those strangled, choked words escape Kaeya's lips, Gen knows that something about this situation is desperately wrong, the short hairs at the back of his neck standing on end as he watches Kaeya turns to Misa with the jerky, uneven movements of a dying animal. And though he'd been fighting against his restraints in fruitless fashion, he freezes when he sees that desperate look in Kaeya's eyes, his breath catching in his lungs for a moment before he snarls, ]


    -- Misa, get away from him!

    [ He almost dislocates his own shoulder with how fiercely he fights to free himself. Not that it amounts to much more than the creak of plant fibers firmly holding him in place.

    Gaze wild and spittle flecking from his mouth, Gen looks every inch like a feral animal as he struggles against his restraints despite the way they wind tighter, tighter around his ribcage. And he's barely even thinking about what he says, even as he spits out venomously between ragged breaths, ]


    Kaeya, I swear, if you dare -- [ '-- kill yourself.' Those words catch in his throat with a choked noise; his thoughts spiral back to a darker moment from before he'd ended up in Horos. (A knife lying on tatami mats, the blade gleaming with blood. The wheezing breaths of someone desperately injured. A self-inflicted wound.) Speaking any further becomes impossible, his voice petering off to something painfully quiet and breathless. But Gen still rasps, soft and hoarse: ] -- don't ... don't you dare ...

    [ Why. Why the hell is everyone around him so eager to die? (He thinks, hypocritically.) ]
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    maybe next time,

    [personal profile] subsist 2022-10-25 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
    Haven't been around that long, really. I just remember the way I came in from.

    [ Why does Mams gotta say it like he's being intentionally shady here? Wow. Not that Kaeya lets it bother him, continuing down the path that would leave them to the exit. Or rather, it would have, but he pauses mid-step. ]

    Oh?

    [ Hm. Was that big root there before? ]
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    [personal profile] subsist 2022-10-25 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Like Vander, Kaeya is also wondering how bad his luck must have been to be spirited away from a world not once, but twice. There hasn't been much time to process that but that's what he's at the bar for — to go over things with a drink in one hand.

    He responds to Vander's laugh with a smile, both knowing and humourless. No need for him to say anything when the other man has already started describing the world he came from. A city tucked away beneath another city... What an interesting structure that must have been. ]


    One's home doesn't always need to be perfect, right? Not if the people made it worth it.

    [ While he sips at his drink idly, his gaze is now directed elsewhere. ]

    Did you leave anyone behind?

    [ That's what Vander said in the beginning, that there was a lot he'd left behind back home. ]
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    [personal profile] humainity 2022-10-25 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
    Oh! I can do that! I have been traveling with my friends, so I've seen a lot of different things. For example, did you know there is a drink that's composed mainly of fresh milk and fish?

    [ She's so happy to share this knowledge. ]
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    [personal profile] humainity 2022-10-25 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
    [ It's fine. ]

    I see... I'll have to look for them. I'd like to see if I can see what a very big horse looks like. Though yours will be my favorite.

    [ She's decided this. Because she was the first!! ]
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    [personal profile] subsist 2022-10-25 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
    [ One of these days Jinx is going to strangle him for the made-up story he'd just weaved right here and now, but he'll worry about that consequence later.

    He shrugs his shoulders. ]


    They're not always ice powers. Sometimes they bring the heat to hot people too, by granting them the ability to wield fire. [ A beat. ] There are seven elements in Teyvat, and the chosen ones are able to master one of them. I just happen to get the best one.

    [ Not all that biased, really, considering how he feels about his Vision, but ah. ]

    If you were from Teyvat, you might have ended up with powers of your own too.