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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
    humainity: (I say it's all in your head)

    [personal profile] humainity 2022-10-25 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
    Oh, I see. Something like a defensive mechanism?

    I encountered something like that earlier, except it wasn't self-deprecation, it was rudeness.
    humainity: (On my planet)

    [personal profile] humainity 2022-10-25 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
    I am an AI.

    [ She is poised to continue explaining if need be-- ]
    humainity: (And against my basic instincts)

    [personal profile] humainity 2022-10-25 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
    Yes! Please leave it to me! I--

    Oh. I don't know your name yet.
    lifespanned: (pic#15813798)

    [personal profile] lifespanned 2022-10-25 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Get away from him, Gen says— but where can she even go? Towards the walls, and just get tangled up in the roots like poor Amos over there, thrashing like a trapped animal? A hot, biting irritation bubbles underneath her attempts to keep herself neutral, at the situation, the dryad for pushing things this far, and truthfully, even a bit at Kaeya and Amos for setting things off to a point of no return. ]

    Oh, no you don't. You got us into this mess.

    [ She huffs - it's almost comically not befitting of the gravity of the situation considering the childish blame game, and that's her intention: to break even a bit of the tension in the room, to try to elicit a reaction from Kaeya himself, not the dryad. It's obvious he's being controlled in some way - so that means the dryad is here listening, too? Kaeya is still in there, she's sure of it, and whatever she has to do to prevent him from going through with it, and for them all to make it out of this, she's going to do. There's no way in hell she'll let herself die here - so her vision and mental state tunnels into that single focus to survive, throwing away all else. If she has to hurt him to do that, so be it. If she has to hurt herself to do that? So be it. Whatever she has to throw away to get out? That's fine. Even being able to go back on their original agreement to put up some flesh would be a win in this scenario - it's nothing she wasn't prepared to do, anyway. ]

    All it wants is a sacrifice, right? [ Kaeya's still standing before her, knife brandished, and she doesn't move to stand - but she does raise out her left hand, holding it palm up. How can she placate a spirit who just got stabbed in the face or whatever 20 times? All she can think to do is try to give it what it wants, and to try to surrender it earnestly - pray that the others will follow suit. ] Tell it that it can have whatever it wants from my hand. Promise. No funny business. So please just stop this...

    [ The faster they get it over with, the faster everyone's suffering will end, right...? ]
    humainity: (So I don't see how)

    [personal profile] humainity 2022-10-25 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
    [ She does not come out all dejected!

    She comes out with large eyes as though she's had a surprising amount of education. ]


    I think you must have gotten confused! I was informed the establishment is mainly for sexual favors to be offered for a price.
    humainity: (What are these hideous creatures)

    [personal profile] humainity 2022-10-25 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
    I don't own anything, but... I do feel as though I've been cut off from my usual source of information. [ No internet?? NO INTERNET???? ]

    What are you looking for? I'll help you search.
    humainity: (The future is now)

    [personal profile] humainity 2022-10-25 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
    I did have to actively search for it, but humans seem to be very fascinated with "scandals" more than anything. It seems to be a widely-searched term.

    [ Fascinating, honestly. ]

    But I wonder if I should be paying more attention to what humans consider decent, if they really do change so much. I had no idea hearts could change that quickly... thank you, Mister! You've given me a lot to think about. I've never met someone from a long time ago!
    humainity: (On my planet)

    [personal profile] humainity 2022-10-25 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
    Actually, I'm made of code.
    humainity: (All hail Astro Boy!)

    [personal profile] humainity 2022-10-25 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
    Yes! My name is Sophia, and my objective is to become humanity's companion! What's your name?

    [ Person who is about to become her new friend-- ]
    subsist: (pic#15697792)

    [personal profile] subsist 2022-10-25 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
    Kaeya— Kaeya Alberich. Who might you be?
    humainity: (Thank dead god)

    [personal profile] humainity 2022-10-25 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
    My name is Sophia! It's very nice to meet you, Kaeya.

    [ She says this absolutely earnestly. She sincerely believes this is a pleasant thing to have happened to her. ]
    zauneyete: (Poised)

    [personal profile] zauneyete 2022-10-25 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
    I don't know about her.

    [ He admitted, with a slight roll of his shoulders. ] I certainly didn't notice anything about her, but... [ He leaned over the table slightly, adjusting, before he pointed a cigar in the direction toward a door. ]

    You'll notice that occasionally two people go in that door, and when they leave, one is always stumbling, the other is always far too self-satisfied.

    [ Silco knew little of vampires, and it was already on his list to research in the coming days, but that meant he didn't know the ins and outs of them -- that they were things that supposedly drank blood -- that much he knew.

    He settled back down, and puffed at his cigar.
    ] I think Highstorm takes all types, but you're right, it is eternally night here.
    superbshot: (Skulk)

    [personal profile] superbshot 2022-10-25 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
    [Caitlyn watches, observes, and makes damn certain to keep her distance. As Jinx circles, she shifts, making sure to never let the girl get behind her, let herself be backed against a wall, or to let her get closer than a few yards. She's confident she can draw and make a shot, but she's seen Jinx in action and knows better than to do anything that might make her a target of opportunity.

    When the knife stabs into the planter, all that does is ensure that Caitlyn's eyebrow climbs even higher.]


    What about? If you actually want to talk, then feel free. I'll listen.

    [But Jinx has made her position clear. The immediate threats of violence were enough to destroy any chance the act might have worked, and they weren't helped by the fact that she'd heard all of this before.]
    zauneyete: (wasteful)

    [personal profile] zauneyete 2022-10-25 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
    "Connected?" he asked, with a half laugh. "I think it's the reason, but I'm not the expert. You would have to ask Yima about such things. I'm afraid the...metaphysical isn't quite my speed," he admitted.

    Look, Silco knew his strengths. Fighting wasn't it, science wasn't it -- what little education he had wasn't going to help him understand physics -- but logistics? Running an enterprise? Those were where Silco thrived.

    Not something that answered Shang Tsung's query, certainly. "But those of us in Horos were well aware our worlds were already destroyed. Some liked to say that they weren't, but it was nothing more than a lie to allow themselves sleep at night. That Horos went with the rest of them was an inevitability."
    baltimores: (015)

    [personal profile] baltimores 2022-10-25 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Amos' eyebrows rise — Silco already has someone to teach him to shoot? Who? Someone he probably hasn't met; someone he'd probably like to, but it's not like he's gonna pry. Not when they have something so much more important to discuss; hell, even then.

    His gaze shoots right back to Silco's hand as he moves it — alert, but not wary. The man isn't going to do anything here. No matter how much he might have liked him when in that state, there'd be nothing to gain from turning Amos into that sort of monster here, and everything to lose. He wasn't so chaotic as to spur on uncontrollable violence for the hell of it. None of the crime lords he'd been familiar with ever were — that's how they got to be crime lords in the first place.

    (Amos would've been terrible at it. Always better for him to be a righthand man instead.)

    He's still staring at Silco's hand as he speaks, listening to every word he's saying, but cataloguing every movement that hand makes at the same time. As long as they were like this, Silco would have power over him — power he would risk losing as soon as he'd inject Amos again.

    When he finishes, Amos' eyes flick back up to Silco's. ]


    Yeah, normally I got a pretty strong constitution. Just didn't account for what magic might've been doing to me. [ What rage means for him, now that there's a physical, uncontrollable manifestation rather than him just screaming in his own head or punching a wall or some shit. ] Gotta account for it now. Although...

    [ He pushes himself off from the shelf, correcting his posture, taking note of the way his build has the potential to swallow Silco's. It's the only thing he's had to his advantage most of his life — gotta make it count. ]

    ... If we got no choice, then we got no choice. That's fine, but I either want to exhaust every other option first, or have a contingency plan in place. If we can figure out a way to make my comedown normal, fine. If we got someone in position to snipe me the second I start getting out of control, also fine. If we don't have either of those things, and you inject me anyway...

    [ A beat, a flashing of some teeth. It's not a friendly smile. ]

    You're gonna want to get out of the way, 'cause no telling what I might do then.

    [ It's not just a warning — it's the truth. If Gen, if Misa, if Kaeya could be fair game whenever he's like that, then anybody could be, and that's only in the immediate aftermath. Who knows what could come next, when he's sober? ]
    baltimores: (096)

    [personal profile] baltimores 2022-10-25 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Amos truly wouldn't be able to describe the sensation of love. Has no clue if he's ever felt it; by his estimations, never will. But with Yima—

    He is an Exalt, and comes as advertised on the tin, devoted to a fault — and even deeper than that, for reasons he would be hesitant to explain, even if asked.

    But Howl's not asking; Howl's listening, and agreeing, and Amos smooths back out into himself — though once something's out of the box, it's hard to stuff it back in.

    It's not going back in, not entirely. For as even-keeled as Amos will remain in just about every situation, there will likely be something always deeper with Yima. Something that Howl is now privy to in some part, has seen firsthand, has agreed with, and so Amos senses that much more of a companionship from him. ]


    Yeah... Yeah, I think I got that from her. It was like she knew every part of me. [ She knew him as a boy, somehow. She knew, and that means there's more she knows, and he hopes that one day— ] I trust her.

    [ Just three simple words, delivered softly and yet with gravity. This is the end of the road — this is who he's pledging the rest of his life to.

    It feels right.

    But then they're where they need to be. Amos looks to see where Howl's taken him, and upon seeing the placard, cracks a small smile. He steps into the row of shelves, hand idly tracing along books' spines until he pulls one out, looking back at Howl as he does so. ]


    How often have you come down here?

    [ If he's learned the stars' secrets now, as he'd said... ]
    youngprodigy: (≎ when all that i want)

    iia

    [personal profile] youngprodigy 2022-10-25 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
    [The moment Cid was well enough to stand, he'd made it his goal to set out for Highstorm's center of learning. Though it's been barely any time at all since he was able to act on that desire, he's already spend a fair amount of time learning what he can from the nonfiction section.

    He's also, naturally, looking through the books on technological advancements, though it seems he's having more luck finding things he understands.]


    Out of place how? Do you mean this whole thing happening to the lot of us for a second time?

    [He plays it off easily enough, but there's definitely an element to his tone that indicates he still feels rather lost by the whole situation.]
    youngprodigy: (⊅ it swells into the air)

    II

    [personal profile] youngprodigy 2022-10-25 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
    [Cid doesn't know the first thing about gardening, but that doesn't stop him from approaching all the same, looking incredibly curious.]

    That's quite the assortment of seeds.

    [Given the climate of Highstorm, he gives them a thoughtful look.]

    They must be quite hardy, given what I've heard of the winters here.
    subsist: (pic#15937124)

    [personal profile] subsist 2022-10-25 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
    [ The only reaction Misa gets from Kaeya is a smothered and withering sort of laugh. Even then, the noise doesn't quite come out right, as if it was a struggle to even get that far. None of them can feel what a mess of emotions he is deep down — his panic, his guilt, his regret, all of those amount to nothing and have nowhere to go. One push would have been enough to let everything bubble over, but Kaeya—

    Kaeya knows he got them into this mess. He knows he's the only one to blame for making this so much worse than it should have been. He won't allow himself to have the luxury of feeling sorry for himself when he doesn't deserve that much. No. If anything, he's the one who has to keep it together until this is over. He's the one who has to take in every excruciating detail of what's going to happen next just so he'll never make the same mistake again.

    (It figures that his attempt to get the other three out of harm's way is exactly what puts them directly in the line of fire. He'd laugh again over the irony if he could.)

    He looks towards Amos at first, then at Gen, and then finally at Misa. Although the rest of his face doesn't show it, how sorry he is about this entire mess is as clear as day in the hue of his eye. They don't have to forgive him. They just have to get through this, and then he'll... Who knows. He'll figure that out later.

    His struggles die down, and just like that, the hand holding onto the knife moves to offer the blade to Misa. When he speaks, it isn't just his voice that carries through. The dryad speaks through him, blending the noise into a multi-tonal dissonance that's unsettling. ]


    Give. Offer. Or we will take.

    [ At least Misa has already made up her mind. ]
    youngprodigy: (∉ on the pure and simple)

    ii.a

    [personal profile] youngprodigy 2022-10-25 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
    [Though Cid has primarily spent his time reading about the technological side of Highstorm, that doesn't mean he's hasn't left the section entirely.

    He peers curiously at Liem, trying to place where he could possibly know the man.]


    Were you in Horos? You look familiar, but I can't quite place how.
    zauneyete: (Like ants under my boot)

    [personal profile] zauneyete 2022-10-25 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Silco appraised him from above, stood there, with one unblinking eye, appraised the man below him. He spoke of divinity, but he had a scar on his head, and it rest there, angry, and it looked painful. He had never heard of a god to be so mortal as to take damage, but then again, Silco's experience with gods is the sort of careful derision of someone who believed deeply that his fate was his own, and of his own making.

    After all, what god would allow a place like Zaun to be in the form it is? Poor, starving, slowly choked out by the fissures and pollution, to the point that clean air is a luxury. Even here, in a garden like this, Silco hated the way it felt, like there was no acrid zest to life, like suffering wasn't a part of every waking moment. That those in Piltover lived like this every day infuriated him. It made him angry, because he'd never known anything else to life.
    ]

    I do not think you understand. Our worlds, beyond whatever lie Cyrus has told you, are gone. He promises to remake them, but in what way would they be remade? Based on our own perceptions? Based on what we see as good?

    Can they remain like that? [ Silco knew that Zaun was the product of the world he'd been in. Centuries of being less. ] Can you perfectly recreate every event, every facet that made your world like it is? Can you guarantee that something as chaotic, wild, and free as a place with free will and wild abandon can be replicated, down to the last detail?

    [ He scoffed. ] Perhaps it is that I am a mere mortal, but I would rather my home exist in perfection, than try to recreate a sad, rose-colored falsehood. Instead, the rest of these worlds can burn, for the insult that none are quite like my Zaun. Nothing can ever compare, and I will not insult it by holding on to a nice little promise, that has no hope of becoming reality.

    [ Silco was hard, perhaps. Cold. He loved Zaun, it had been his dream to see it come to fruition. He was also, however, all too used to letting dreams, and weak men, die in the water. ]
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    [personal profile] baltimores 2022-10-25 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
    [ His body is failing him.

    Amos' world had died down to a single speck, a single point of darkness as he'd thrashed, strained, did everything in his power to rip away from the vines holding him in place, useless and trapped and at the mercy of something he doesn't understand. All there was was him, and the binds holding him, and the desperate, desperate need to break free, because he knows what comes next.

    But it's not like he can do this forever. Amos fights, because when he stops, when he gives in— But he's exhausting himself, his movements growing weaker by the moment, breaths increasingly haggard as he grunts with lessening and lessening effort.

    And then that fucked up voice comes through, and Amos lifts his head — and actually sees what's going on for the first time.

    Gen, looking just like him. Misa, who looks like she's okay — and Kaeya—

    His blood runs cold.

    He's never seen anything like this before, but he knows this isn't right. It's inside of him, inextricably deep, parasitic. It's— we, Kaeya had said—

    Amos leans forward, boots scrambling for purchase against the wall of roots, trying to use them as something to push himself off with, give him that extra leverage he needs to wrench himself free. All he has is his strength. All he will ever actually have is his strength, and it is failing him, and he cannot do this, as his efforts begin anew, strained and strained and strained, veins visible under his skin as he tries desperately to push himself forward, rip himself free— ]


    Kill him!

    [ His shout is loud, panicked, laboured as he continues to try to free himself. He's barely gaining any traction— He has to— ]

    You think he wants this? [ He's yelling, his words directed at Misa. This is very much an order on his part now, because Amos knows he wouldn't want this, because he's unable to do anything himself. ] Put him out of his misery and kill him!
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    [personal profile] zauneyete 2022-10-25 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
    [ One eye closed, his jaw slack, Silco had very nearly collapsed onto his daughter, and it was only because of Jinx that he wasn't entirely a solid figure on the ground. He was nearly unconscious, but he was also breathing. Jinx, though, Jinx was starting to panic, and Silco's brain is still somewhat active -- slowed though it may be -- evidenced by the fact that his unblinking eye still moved.

    He could really quitehard, harder even than fighting for his life, scrambling and scrounging for every advantage he could find. Even now, he thought he'd seen the hardest thing he'd encountered, but Jinx -- he could fight the encroaching swell of darkness and promise of oblivion for Jinx, couldn't he?

    There was a reason, after all, why Finn said his spine was like jelly, when it came to his daughter.
    ]

    Nngh -- [ Well, he's still not very coherent, but his eye still moves, and it's swiveling, looking around, trying to free the haze that's taken over him.

    His eye landed on the vials at their feet, and Silco's body can barely move, but he stirred, teeth gritted, fighting through it, but he nudged Jinx, first with a shoulder, and then, if she doesn't respond, with his stump of a wrist -- the other barely supporting himself as he tried to weakly push himself up -- but he can't look away from the vials now, the focus on the prize -- on freedom is all that can keep him awake.
    ]
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    [personal profile] zauneyete 2022-10-25 06:07 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Silco and Amos had always had something of a unique... interaction. Even now, Silco can sense the eyes on him, that he feels as if he's being weighed, and measured. That he's being sized up in this moment. His unblinking eye followed the movements that the man made, and Silco too a step back, as if to appear unassuming, as if to promise that he wasn't going to just reach out and add shimmer into the mix right now.

    He was correct, after all, in most things, Silco was extremely careful. Cautious. He watched his every move and made sure that his every motion was safe, for Amos to get no sense of threat from.

    That, at least, hadn't changed.
    ]

    Honestly, I was thinking of maybe a bomb. [ Now that Jinx was here, Silco has a new set of options to use, in situations like this. ] Could do the same as a sniper.

    [ There's a pause, then, and Silco smiled, his hands now clasped in front of him. ]

    Don't fret, Amos. I'm not about to start giving away and shimmer to those that don't want it, unless we have no other choices. That's far too risky a play, unless I have no other choice, and I certainly don't like alienating those I work with.

    [ A beat. Well, sometimes a little strong-arming was necessary. ]

    Much, at least. Certainly when it's not to our mutual advantage.

    [ Or even just his. ]
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    [personal profile] gravings 2022-10-25 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Hm. Maybe definitely a robot, then. ]

    ... My name is Gray. Miss Sophia, I'm not quite sure how to ask this, but... are you perhaps not human?