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beleos ([personal profile] beleos) wrote in [community profile] kenoslogs2023-04-21 04:58 pm

The Seeds of Unrest, Phase Two 🌱


UPROOTED
Time has not been kind thus far, and the future will be no kinder.

The slow passage of days to weeks has seen both cities increasingly ravaged by the untamed growth of the enlarging roots. Their size is enough to uproot buildings by their foundations, if not bisect them entirely where they push through unfettered. In the worst-hit areas, entire blocks are left abandoned - if even standing at all, displacing families and leaving businesses in ruins.

Cetina and Kathova have been in near constant contact with Bearers via Communion, feeding them information about which areas to focus their lifesaving efforts. Yima’s Manor and the Seat of the Tribune - despite their closeness to the Trees - have been fortified by your leaders and act as a base of operations for each respective faction. You will be able to return to either to find sanctuary from the chaos beyond, but the innumerable civilians are not so lucky.

Bearers are tasked with rescue and recovery efforts and requested to assist hands on the ground with taking refugees to temporary shelters. Survivors must be dug out of the debris. Those who are capable of healing will be enlisted to assist at hospitals and triage centers. Supplies must be gathered and harvested from areas that are collapsed and too dangerous for civilians to navigate. If you are feeling generous, you can go on search and rescue missions, as many people are considered missing in both Highstorm and Springstar. Some areas are completely cut off to regular foot traffic by the massive, winding roots bearing countless Blight-blooms. Citizens are succumbing to the Blight flower’s effects persistent from phase one with more and more frequency.

While both cities slowly succumb to a deepening catastrophe, the situation worsens.

STIRRING STORMS

As the days pass, inexplicable and unnatural weather occurrences will randomly plague both cities. They can last as long as a full day or as little as an hour before dissolving entirely.
  • Flurries: this snow is tainted by the Blight, making the snowfall look like ash. Any organic matter it touches will be affected by reopening wounds, re-infection of illnesses, or re-experiencing injuries that may have healed over years ago.
  • Thunderstorms: these storms carry a frigid rainfall and heavy cloud cover, making already difficult-to-navigate disaster zones harder to clear. As each thunder bellow crashes overhead, you might swear you hear a familiar voice reaching out to you in the fading rumble… one that sends a message - either from the future or past.
  • Fog: dense clouds of thick, freezing fog will roll in randomly, making visibility even more precarious. In your search for survivors - or your companions, you may find yourself coming face to face with someone else, instead: a version of yourself (or a companion) from another timeline. You may also hear your own voice calling out to you from within the fog, attempting to beckon you further into the mist.
  • General Note: Exposure to any of the above weather patterns will increase your Blight infection.
THE BLIGHT COMES FOR ALL
As if it were not enough to see the cities that have become your salvation at the end of the Timestream falling to collapse and ruin, the Bearers will slowly begin to realize their previous immunity to the Blight is eroding. They will begin to show symptoms of infection that increase into May’s event. ( For more information on the effects of the Blight and purification methods, please see the OOC Summary. )

Now that their last bastion - the Bearers - are just as much in harm’s way as everyone else, the populous’s efforts to formulate a temporary stop-gap solution are being rushed to completion. Time is not on anyone’s side. They will continue to work with those who have been kind enough to volunteer their resources and brilliant minds - collecting materials and attempting to figure out a way to avert their otherwise inevitable destiny.

ORDERS

Orders from your leaders will come as soon as infections among the Bearers have been confirmed.

🌙 YIMA will stress for all Zenite Bearers to prioritize their well-being and to avoid unnecessary exposure, to manage their symptoms as much as possible. They must fight for their own survival to bring in the birth of a new universe - and their lives are too precious to risk. Beyond that, she asks them to save what they can of their people and their most critical structures with the understanding that hard choices may be necessary.

🌞 CYRUS will implore all Meridian Bearers to prioritize the general population's lives and turn their efforts to save as much of Springstar as they can. He will note that Bearers have ways to help keep one another from suffering too much contagion and to coordinate their usages appropriately, to keep one another safe, and watch their backs.

ANOTHER EN-TREE-TY
The Tree of Life continues to sicken, yet - thankfully - the progression of the Blight is slow. Still, Bearers will find themselves occasionally compelled to take a moment to sit beneath its boughs and vibrant leaves, even as some begin to show signs of discoloration and rot. Any characters who sit with the Tree with the purple leaf they found on their person after phase one will find it warming to the touch, its veins laced with gold. This effect will be even more effective if taken into the cavernous roots beneath the Tree! While this may fill you with a temporary sense of calm, it doesn't seem to have any other effects... yet still, you are compelled, if not curious.

The Tree has offered you this gift for a reason. Perhaps you will find its use before long.

...As long as you - and Kenos - survive long enough to discover it.

CODING
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[personal profile] muchalucha 2023-05-08 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ah… vash…

She laughs, since she can (mostly) guess what he’s doing, and honestly? She’s not sure if her Shard would be any kind of confirmation of that. She’s not really an expert on them! But still, having it examined so closely, it feels— ]


Ay de mí… When you look at my Shard that way, it’s kind of…!

[ He might think she’s teasing, but no, there is indeed a little blush on her cheeks as she hides her face, but she’s laughing as she does so. How strange! Shards are really strange! ]
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[personal profile] prizeneck 2023-05-08 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah—

[He cuts himself from what he's about to say. He knows that the urgency is valid; there are, after all, people coming after him, the most dangerous of all hunters aside from the renowned assassin, after all. Mamoru is about to make a statement that there's a cliff in that direction, one that he'd eventually fall off of in the event of this dream. The scent of blood (his own) is overwhelming, but he can still sense the spike of adrenaline in the distance, slowly tracking him down.]

It's still night, isn't it? [There's no birdsong, and he had woken up from being unconscious after the fall at dawn. That they hadn't found him until then was telling, and perhaps the safety they need.] There's a drop at 150… no, 100 feet. They'll lose our tracks there.

[If. After all, if this is a dream, who knows where this is going.]
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[personal profile] prizeneck 2023-05-08 02:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[He'll never get used to Rosaria's ease with just reaching out through his own personal bubble and (wo)manhandling him around. It actually gets him to jerk, something so rare for someone whose motion is liquid precise, and his eyes widen behind the dark red lenses of his shades.

Still, he gets it. She could have just told him to move out of sight, her demeanor enough to feel that urgency radiating off her.

But he has more pressing concerns over a silly grab of the wrist. Which he'd also do, were the roles reversed. Hypocrite.

His brow furrows deep. Waking up from a nap.
] Still in Springstar. I have no memory or history of coming here today.

[Why this part of Highstorm, too, even?]
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[personal profile] prizeneck 2023-05-08 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Look, he needed to get you out of the way, and you seem sturdy enough, Vash; you're welcome.

And—

(Christ.)

A bunch of throwing knives out of nowhere jab with so much force into the Blighted Guy's hands that they pin back on the wall—for a while, at least—when they are about to throw yet more merch.

Mamoru finally gets up, some of the blades still between his fingers.
]

How's that for diplomacy? [No one can hear him, probably, with how loud the Blighted Guy is wailing.]
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[personal profile] vapour 2023-05-08 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
.... Come back. I changed my mind. I'll go with you.

[ It's clear Childe doesn't like this route and resents it. But it's also hard to tell if he's being truthful about it-- although, there's also nothing outright suggesting Childe is being dishonest, especially with the ripples of frustration and sulking over being forced to concede.

Why is he like this over Zhongli putting his life on the line? He doesn't care, he shouldn't care, the last time he cared if Zhongli died was because it would have been his fault in a way that wasn't him choosing to kill the Archon. This is nothing like that (except Zhongli's being extra stupid because of Childe, which he still doesn't get, and that is also making it actually quite similar the more he reflects on it. The other just leaving and going to Springstar is one thing, but doing this, too...)

The eleventh harbinger breathes heavily, attempting to gain control of the sudden whirl of emotions he doesn't want bombarding him. They are so useless, all pointless, all obnoxiously making things that should be simple and smooth a rocky obstacle course to conquer. Even else, he knows these emotions of his don't make it any easier for the Archon, either.

Just what the hell are they doing?

What's wrong with them that they can so intricately fuck each other up on his the normally would operate when they don't even have a currently definable relationship? How or why is it that Zhongli thinking he's Meridian still also has him so fiercely protective of Childe in this manner? shouldn't that have dissipated with his knowledge of being a Zenite? surely he doesn't think he went all the way to make a contact with Cyrus with immediate intent to return and use his Harmonization to drag Childe out of his discord slop?

???

This is insanity. Whatever they are doing to each other is insanity, even if they are ultimately doing nothing at all.

(And could that be the problem? Childe is so busy trying to avoid collisions and screwing things up while Zhongli is trying to make amends that Childe pretends he doesn't see?

Maybe, even for what Zhongli did and Childe's feelings on the severity of it all, it's too cruel even for the Archon that has experienced practically everything. )

He recognizes the feeling that underlies all this now— it's a feeling of neediness that he can only assume is from his shard more than himself (deep down he doesn't get how he can keep a straight face telling himself such things.) It's a neediness to be around the other, to be close because things in the dark can't find him or get him when Zhongli is around. What a fucking pain... to be relying on the other for this sort of thing lke he's literally codependent on the other's existence.

...Well, is he? Isn't Childe really only refusing to let Zhongli make amends because he's afraid Zhongli will leave him once he's cleared whatever strange form of guilt for what he did?

.. did Zhongli even feel guilt over what he did? Him feeling guilty makes zero sense because guilt suggests remorse or regret for his actions. He did what he had to do for Liyue, there's no real room to be guilty about it like he did the wrong thing. So if he's not guilty, then what the hell is even driving the other to keep at this?

( Then, just maybe... he really valued the time they had together, too? M...aybe.. )

—Ugh. Right now, there's nothing he can do about it, so he's going to stop hurting his head trying to think about it. He's going to stop thinking about the whys of both their actions. It's really the only sensible thing to do at this point to get anywhere.

Childe's going to have to go along with the circumstances and fold on this one if he wants to avoid Zhongli fully infecting himself to a point of real harm because the adeptus is not in his right mind as it is to be able to act as damage control for their messes like he always does.

Which means...
]

...Please just come back.

[ it's time for Childe to step on the brakes, already. ]
Edited (OK I think I fixed it for real) 2023-05-09 08:25 (UTC)
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[personal profile] redsoil 2023-05-08 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
I would not go as far as to paint her a fool. Her judgment was sound, after all — even Blighted, she would have taken your head off.

[ At least Silco recognizes that Quetzalcoatl loves everyone; her heart is grand and warm, and her bloodthirst equally powerful. Like him, she is a creature of extreme dichotomy — her love for people and her ability to massacre them are not mutually exclusive, as his loathing for people and his ability to protect them are not, either. He gives a nod towards the man's face, where he covers his own extreme injury, the scars upon him. ]

It was smart to use someone to distract her, but I doubt it will work again.

[ Next to Silco, his zombie is being dragged around by the leg — the sand-colored sha shaking its head like a dog, before letting the Shimmered zombie go. It waits for it to crawl to its feet, and leaps upon it again; it's a particularly sadistic (cat-like) way of toying with what must amount to prey for it. For Set.

He approaches the other man, drawing his hand away from the fall of his headdress. Instead of simply reaching down to Silco, he crouches. And then offers his hand, from the ground — as naturally as if they were truly equals. In the moment he does, a patch of sand bleeds from his toes and spreads across the ground to gather the green, gleaming gem up into the depths of his body. ( Quetzalcoatl's warmth fills him, her exceptionally dense soul settling into his form like something obscene. ) ]


— I will be taking her Shard, though. You understand.
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[personal profile] redsoil 2023-05-08 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He laughs, bright and sharp. What is Zhongli talking about?

The Tribune? A promise? ]
Did someone addle your brains, make you stupid? You did not pledge anything to the Tribune. You chose to turn your back on the people of your world, and seek something new with the Matron.

[ Zhongli remains rooted in place, and Set ceases to lead him. Instead, he lifts his head a little, to peer out from below the edge of his mask thoughtfully, gazing at the perpetual calm upon the other man's face. He has always been an intriguing thing, as even-tempered and thoughtful as the earth itself ( as, perhaps, Set's own father — ). To try and move him in this moment, he feels, might be a battle that he does not feel like starting between himself and his Zenith kin. Maybe another time, though. For fun, to test himself and Zhongli both.

Instead, he flicks his fingers up through the dark, coppery bangs near to the man's temple. Pushing them to one side, then to another, as if seeking an injury that could explain his obvious confusion. ]


You did not choose hope, Zhongli. Come now, abandon Springstar to their silly flights of fancy and return to where you belong, with me. The only distraction here is either your own addled mind, or the effects of the Blight. Are you feeling ill, hm? I feel perfectly well, [ cold, he feels cold, his Shard is cold even despite the Discord that burns throughout him, wrathful and full of light. ] But, you are acting strange.
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[personal profile] redsoil 2023-05-08 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ As the father and child leave, reunited safely and even sated by the return of the small toy, Set begins to take form once more. The sand is him, as the shape of a man is, and by the time Cassian reaches him once more, the heap of sand has become Set's more familiar appearance. The dark helm atop his head resembles that of a foreign and unknowable animal even to the denizens of his world, or maybe something familiar to Cassian; regardless, his hands reach up into the pale fabric that frames his jaw and shoulders, and he removes the mask once it is the two of them. As he does, it fades into dark sand, and those sands fade into flesh.

His hair tumbles, loose and absurdly long ( cut it please....... cut it ), and finally, he looks over his shoulder. With brows softened, and mouth slightly parted, he looks far less stern and verging on madness than he usually is portrayed; almost young, guileless in his acceptance of Cassian's name, but tenuous when he is thanked. ]


Should you one day choose to harmonize, I recommend the spell 'Featherfall'. I took it, personally. It slows one descent to that of a feather that drifts downward. You can use it on multiple people, as well.

[ He turns his eyes away, only because of the way that Cassian does not feign gratitude. The rims of his eyes are painted darkly, and colored a soft red to frame them — one might mistake the flush that settles high upon his cheeks for makeup, in the wake of all this. ]

Cassian. Would you like me to continue to refer to you as 'Melshi' around others?
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[personal profile] cutlery 2023-05-08 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He does watch as she collects the things she needs and gets started, since he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop here. Surely, this person that wandered into his home is about to… Who knows, honestly. Chop off a finger? That’s roughly the level of competence he expects, though it’s no reflection on her. His expectations are just essentially on the ground due to past experience…

But this does not, in fact, happen. With a little thoughtful noise, he nods approvingly, then returns to his own work at hand. Though at her question, he sighs gently as he nods. ]


Well, more or less, yes. I have been lucky that this block does not seem to have been affected. The Blight itself cannot be totally avoided, but it seemed to me that staying indoors would at least be the best recourse… I will also admit that selfishly, I am quite glad that Lady Yima agrees.

[ He would play hero if he had to, but… He didn’t want to. ]

This Blight is all bad business indeed. I suppose it was only a matter of time the peace the cities enjoy was disrupted, but this is not how I expected it to happen.
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[personal profile] bakedapple 2023-05-08 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The stranger's irritating words are ignored, although they do earn a sour look from Link. He isn't going to tell this guy to go away — he has the feeling that getting angry would only serve to provide the entertainment he's looking for, and really, Link would prefer not to distract himself with him. But after he silently climbs through the window, he spares a moment to look back out of the opening at the man. There's a vague well? are you coming? sort of look on his face during that moment, and then he turns back around to survey the inside of the building.

It's dark. Light from the window illuminates the dust drifting in the stuffy, old air. And, there's... a smell. A very, very unmistakable smell. Immediately, Link knows what has happened to the people who live here. His heart sinks. Perhaps out of desperation, or perhaps out of hope, he takes a deep breath and calls out into the darkness —
]

Hello? Is anyone here?

[ Maybe one of the children survived? Could they be somewhere in here, huddled in the back of a closet? He takes a step and something crunches softly under his foot. It's one of the Blight vines. Squinting in the darkness, he sees dozens of them now, criss-crossing the wooden floor. This is bad. ]
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[personal profile] epiprocta 2023-05-08 07:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Yeah of course??? What else are you supposed to do when some TOO-TALL weirdo comes crawling out of a hole and starts flailing in your direction? ]

What's wrong with me? [ Wow, of all the people to be insulted by, he doesn't wanna hear that from this weirdo. Gen remains indignantly tensed and ready to throw hands in the face of Vash's frantic gesticulating. ] The hell's wrong with you? If you were gonna ask for help from the first place, you shoulda shut your mouth instead of giving me lip! [ So, yes. In a way, it really was just about the begging. ] I should've just left you in there to be that ugly fucker's lunch!
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[personal profile] bakedapple 2023-05-08 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ As they meander away from the tent, Link gives the blanket and thermos a curious look. Maybe Vash is cold too, he muses to himself...? Well, either way, Vash is right, and the solider was right too. He's got to get cleaned up. He gives the tall man a polite little nod before jogging off, hopping over rubble in the street as he moves with a sense of purpose. It doesn't take long for that purpose to become clear, with his destination being just down the street, well within view of the area where he left Vash: a fire hydrant.

Five minutes later, Link returns. He's clean now! From head to toe, there isn't a single smudge of mud left on him, quite a difference from before. But... he's standing there in nothing but his sopping wet trousers, too, his scarred body exposed to the air from the waist up, and his bare feet walking gingerly over the debris-littered street. The rest of his equally soaked clothing folded haphazardly in his arms and his boots dangle from two fingers below the stack of clothes, stained dark from the water.
]

H-Hi. I'm b-back.

[ Cold. SO COLD. He has regrets. ]
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[personal profile] bakedapple 2023-05-08 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Link bristles at her accusation — and yes, that is what it feels like — that Link has been working as hard as he has for the sake of praise. That truly has nothing to do with it. He wouldn't spend his days any differently if the people had no idea who he was, seeing him as nothing to them but an anonymous face in the crowd.

To any degree that Link's actions serve some personal benefit to himself, it has more to do with identity, who he is, why he was born and why he was resurrected, and then reborn again in this world... Him, over everyone else in Hyrule who did not have a second chance, much less a third. If he isn't spending his time here trying to help people, fulfilling what was expected of him by both his Goddesses and his people, then what is he doing?

But aside from that, she's right. He knows she's right, too. Link can be reckless and overly determined, but he isn't stupid.
]

I don't care about praise.

[ He finally voices his offense after a long pause. But, he continues, his voice softening as he does. Link doesn't hold onto those sort of feelings for very long. A person weighed down with responsibility doesn't have the energy to carry grudges on top of it. ]

...But... I know. You're right. I know that. It's just... it's frustrating.

[ Is there a "thank you" in there somewhere? Yes. ]
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[personal profile] diversionist 2023-05-08 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ a spell that not only sounds useful, but like something he'd actually want? will wonders never cease.

more surprising, truthfully, than the appearance of set in the form of a man. if asked, cassian would be hard-pressed to say that he believes set as a god. but he does believe set to be something. he does believe that gods, or their existence, may be defined differently in worlds and galaxies beyond his. he does believe in the intangible and unknowable. it is impossible to know chirrut îmwe and not recognize some grander thing in the universe. it is impossible to know jyn erso and not recognize some grander thing in the universe. it is impossible to have lived those last days of his life from the summons to kafrene to the sands of scarif and not think there may be — something.

he makes a soft sound, assenting, to the idea of the spell. here is the real way that set is miraculous to him in this moment: not the sand, not the helm, not the surprising knowledge of children, nor his power nor his gentle uncertainty in the face of gratitude, none of these,

but his immediate instinct to help.

cassian andor is a spy and assassin. he doesn't climb into the cockpit of an X-wing and fly into battles alongside his peers. he doesn't share duties amongst a cadre of fellow soldiers. he spends much of his time alone, or nearly, behind enemy lines without support. there is no cavalry if he fails. there are rarely additional, clarifying orders if his situation changes. he has to get by on his own wits and his own blaster and his own fists, just as he's done for most of his life. small wonder luthen had seen the potential in him. weakness is, and has always been, death. vulnerability is exploitable. things he cannot afford and cannot allow in himself, in other words, nor things he can expect support with.

and yet set stopped his fall; set made him a hero to some small boy and father; set offers, even now, a way to deal with his fear. set didn't push him on the question of which. set had rejected the idea of repayment. what a strange, unselfish kindness this god is capable of showing, stranger for its artlessness. cassian hasn't encountered its like in most normal humans he's ever known.

he comes to a stop a short distance from set, shrugs in response to the question. jyn is the only person to say his name in the eight weeks he's spent in kenos, and so there's a novelty to hearing it now. ]


You're the only one to know. [ jyn doesn't count, on this score; he didn't meet her here. ] For now, I'd like to keep it that way.
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[personal profile] redsoil 2023-05-08 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He makes his way from Quetzalcoatl to Ruby's side, as she dips into that little motion of hers that he's come to recognize as an obeisance. A sign of respect. He does not touch her, but does take up his place near to her shoulder — after all, he is her owner. Uh, guardian? They have a deal. ]

Quetzalcoatl is a god of the Aztēcah. We would have never met one another, were it not for Kenos — our lands are divided by an ocean [ eugh, water ]. She is friendly. A brute, but a friendly one.

[ And he tips his head, red hair falling across Ruby's eyes like a veil to hide her for a moment. ]

She is here with guestright, which means she must behave as well.
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[personal profile] redsoil 2023-05-08 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ What does he know about the needs of a fragile human? Certainly, he has accorded himself with Ruby as she has needed him — an owner, a figure to hide herself behind in exchange for her obedience, her tireless service. He had dragged her around the Scorching Isles and used her for Sand, he had vowed to keep her secret because she had been so desperate and he had wanted to use it. Set knows he is not a kindly thing, and Ruby makes it easy to use her. ]

I will not ask you how you came to suffer like this.

[ Maybe, at least, he can respect her privacy.

He reaches for her skirt, to gather the bandages that she and her dragon have been rending from the length of it, and folds them over one of his own injured arms ( so many bruise, abrasions — the signs of having been seized and manhandled, torn one direction and then the next like a piece of meat ). ]


But, I know. How humiliating it is, to bleed in front of someone. To be exposed.

[ Quietly, he rises. Stepping out of the shrine with the bandages she has made. The murmur of his voice rises in the clearing, the echoing rustle of foliage beyond him fades into the distance — as if something has just walked into the depths of the forest, away from them. Within a minute or two, the rustling comes back. It is no beast nor man, but the trees and brush themselves that react to his voice, carrying with them a heap of tattered bark upon interwoven leaves and branches.

In the clearing, he lifts his sands and forms them into mortar, pestle. Grinding the bark as the trees bow towards him, pouring water from their own bodies into the cup of sand. He grimaces, as if revolted by the sensation, and works quickly to spread the paste upon Ruby's bandages before bringing them back. ]


My sister, Isis, [ he explains, ] was a goddess of medicine and magic. Kenos may not have willow bark, but this is close — it is a painkiller, that will numb the worst of it.
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[personal profile] redsoil 2023-05-08 09:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ AN OBNOXIOUS GUY WITH NICE LEGS OH NOOOO ]

I have enough of a reputation that I expected you to know of me, at the least.

[ Set isn't exactly shy about referring to himself as a deity, after all. There's a drinking game in the Last Dance, where everyone gets a round when he announces himself as 'Set, god of war' in any capacity. Word always reaches them, in the end. Still, Link's reaction is a fair one. And a perplexing one. ]

— most people here think I am delusional, or overstating my strength. They do not believe a god can be among them. You seem to.

[ it's nice but like, there's a question in there ( about link's faith ) ]
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[personal profile] muchalucha 2023-05-08 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Even cuter…! Really, it’s no fair that Set get a cute attendant like this! Quetzalcoatl is just overflowing with warmth and friendly affection, which is probably blasting Ruby’s poor Stargazer brain… Unfortunately, it’s not something she turns off. Uh, ever. ]

¡Sí~!

[ She’s so pleased that there’s even a sing-song note to her voice, you bet. Since this feels like a more formal introduction to a human, Quetzalcoatl shifts with a flourish, and from motes of golden light that suddenly materialize around her, a cape and elaborate headpiece form for her full, kingly regalia. The sword and shield not included, since this is Set’s domain, as far as she’s concerned. ]

I’m Quetzalcoatl, the Feathered Serpent, the ruler of the West, and Tlahuizcalpantecuhtli! God of life, light and wisdom, lord of the day and the winds.

[ She flips out the cape with another (smaller) flourish to put her hands on her hips and grin at Set. ]

And Set’s friend! So, I’m only a brute to him, hehe.

[ you can take it you big baby ]

It’s very nice to meet you too, señorita.
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[personal profile] redsoil 2023-05-08 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ In the distance, he can hear the clatter of chains. The Reapers —

could not be real,

the whole thing, Stygia, Soulmates and doors? it is a delusion, a purposeful and clever and intricate one that has kept himself and Silco bound in the depths of it for so long. They think of themselves in terms of a world that does not exist. They falter, under an un-reality that has imposed itself over them. Forced and herded them like cattle. The idea infuriates him, burning bright and vibrantly, inhumanly powered in his eyes. A lashing of power, sparking and sputtering because he is so very, very ill. ]


Let's go.

[ He snarls the word. Reaching, heedless again, for Silco's arm. ]

If this delusion wants us to find that door, I am going [ shiver ] to drag us through it and destroy this FXCKING place for daring to toy with me.

[ The Blight, though.

He could turn, he could unleash it upon Silco. Purge it from him, in the way that Silco had done upon Quetzalcoatl but a few days earlier. He could be safe, and —

He turns. Set's expression severe. Any sign that he considered the method has been crushed, pulped, eliminated with such vicious intent that he is naught but pure wrath, focused at their environment. At the Blight. Everywhere, but at Silco himself. ]


I will get us out of here. I will not be a traitor to you.
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[personal profile] gravings 2023-05-08 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It seems like Dimitri has faith in Cyrus, or at least enough to hope in his leadership ability. She tips her head up to look at him. ]

This might be a strange question, but what do you think of Mr. Cyrus?
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[personal profile] gravings 2023-05-09 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ Gray didn't hear Yima's orders, of course. She thought it natural that the leader of Highstorm would direct her Shard-Bearers to assist the people of Highstorm. Evidently her assumption was wrong, and she has no rebuttal.

That doesn't matter now. What matters is that Silco has made his intentions clear. She doesn't expect him to go easy on her because she's young, and she doesn't resent him for it either. Her mind races, alive with the vivid threat of death. Her magic circuits aren't functioning like they should, but they aren't the only source of magic available to her...

She rallies all of her focus like a sharply drawn breath — and conjures a flare of light directly into Silco's eyes. She doesn't know how his orange eye functions, but she has to gamble on it being prone to blinding as any eye might.

In the time it may or may not buy her, she makes a stumbling dash for cover behind a nearby shell of a wall, and to the debris piled behind it. If there's something she can use as a weapon, she might have a fighting chance. ]
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[personal profile] erbe 2023-05-09 12:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Tohsaka is taken off guard by how he relents. Once he lets go of her she reseats herself on the couch. Her hands in her lap as her eyes look over his body. He's so big. Bigger than Archer. Terrifyingly unpredictable at times and others so predictable she could hold him on an invisible leash. Dark is frustrating, repulsive, and annoying. But when he surprises her like this she's unsure how to feel about him.

Maybe she just doesn't like being proven wrong? Rin's small hands take one of his. Both of them dwarfed by his size as she turns it over to look at his wrist. Really? Would he be okay with that? She wouldn't be able to get right back to the action, but she wouldn't be bedridden for a whole day if she took some of his blood.]


Are you not interested in climaxing by yourself?

[Her thumb rubs over the inside of his wrist. He's... so warm.]
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[personal profile] hauntedking 2023-05-09 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
...I'm not sure. I think he thinks he's doing what's best. But I don't know if he can actually fulfill what he promises... but I also know there's no other alternative.

[ He's being honest, at least. ]

I struggle with it.

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[personal profile] intervener 2023-05-09 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ Vash is going to be in heaven when he can take Zhongli up on this offer... he has no idea. something pleasant for the future as long as Zhongli's place isn't tragically destroyed or something, i cry a single tear ]

Zhongli? [ he accepts introductions happily; geez, this guy is so polite!! wow, he doesn't think he's met anyone like this in a good long while. it's kinda refreshing,

he deepens his voice for this next bit: ]


The name's Vash - Vash the Stampede, illustrious hunter of the elusive mayfly known as love, forever wandering the barren deserts of conflict in search of peace...

[ ... ]
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[personal profile] intervener 2023-05-09 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
But friends call me Vash.

[ anyway, ]

Now c'mon; you wanna take a load off? You look like you've been busy for a while, aren't you tired?

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