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beleos ([personal profile] beleos) wrote in [community profile] kenoslogs2023-05-12 05:00 pm

The Seeds of Unrest: the Iconoclast Oracle


RUNNING OUT THE CLOCK
The situation is bleak.

The Blight - and the massive labyrinth of roots tearing both cities asunder, spreading deadly flowers wherever they penetrate - have progressed to a point beyond catastrophe. People are dying in rapid numbers. Bearers are having difficulty keeping up with the spread of infection - even among one another. The collapse of Kenos seems inevitable; a cure will not come in time. You can do nothing but watch as each new day brings further disaster, ticking down the seconds until it all falls apart.

And then, you feel something seize your Shard. As if physical fingers have wrapped around it, as if it is being clutched through you by invisible hands, you feel invaded. You feel wronged. But before you can panic, a voice enters your mind through Communion.

Excuse the dramatics, but there isn’t much time for pleasantries. The Trees are about to hit the point of no return. But there's still work to be done. The Tree of Life will take you where you can find it: the Oracle and the creature causing all this mess. Fix this when you find them. However you'd like.

Have you heard Aetos’ voice before? Perhaps it is the first time; perhaps it is familiar to you. Either way, the last thing you will remember is a confusing jumble: a spell of immense and incredible power, one utilizing the Tree’s strength to shelter you. The sensation of every cell in your body coming alive, yet seeming to break apart and render you into billions and billions of tiny pieces, all hovering in different times and places across all the different iterations, timelines, and realities in which you have ever existed. A voice that speaks not through words asking your forgiveness, unspeakably sad.

And then, there is nothing.

AWAKENING
Your eyes open, gritty with the feeling of a long, deep slumber.

Perhaps it takes a moment to shake off the heavy veil of exhaustion, to recollect what you were doing before you fell into this state of hibernation - but as soon as you do, you feel an immediate sense of foreboding around you. It is thick in the air, oppressive and pervasive, and you aren’t left long to wonder at its source. You lay beneath the branches of the Tree of Life, but as your bleary eyes focus… you see it. The Tree is all but bereft of life. Its bark has withered down to gnarled wood, the soft lichen dried up, and the grass that should be alive beneath you is long dead and gone. There is not so much as a single leaf on its decaying branches.

It has been this way for a long, long time... you realize this with a feeling of intense dread as you see it - the beautiful expanse of stars, of the cosmos, of universes scattered like starlight above the tree's boughs, gone. In its place hangs a sickly, ominously low-hanging, and dying sun ready to sing the end of everything.

You can't help but wonder how long Kenos has been in this state, but a sense of gratitude fills you as you realize that the Tree expended the last of its energies to protect you, the Bearers, during your state of rest. Had Aetos worked with the tree to see you sent here?

The next question comes quickly: how much time do you have left…? And can you find the Oracle before that time expires?

ABANDON HOPE (DAYS 1 & 2)
The cornerstones are still active and will take you to whichever city you wish to see.

Highstorm and Springstar sit like empty monuments to the cities that were once filled with life - yet the first thing you will notice is they are strangely absent the signs of the Tree’s overgrown roots, the Blight, the catastrophic damage that you can recall all too easily. Instead, each city sits as those they were summarily abandoned overnight, leaving nothing but their shells behind. There is a stillness in the air that is unnatural and unsettling. Despite the lack of any sign of the citizens of either city, you cannot help but feel… watched.

Something terrible happened here. Best you find the Oracle before something terrible finds you, instead.

The burning of a dying sun beats down on you wherever you go, unbearable heat sending waves off the aged cobblestone streets. Perhaps it is your instinct to seek refuge in the shade - but linger too long about the shadows and that feeling of eyes on your back, of being unable to breathe, of your world closing in around you will grow untenable and drive you back into the light. If you hope to explore the ghostly shell of your city in search of the Oracle - or to sate your curiosity, some problem-solving might be in order.

And while you acclimate yourself to your circumstances, you cannot help but note you feel wrong inside, somehow…

EXPLORATION

  • If your characters choose to explore previously unreachable areas, please use THIS TOPLEVEL to report when they get there in the thread! We will get back to you with what is discoverable in that location.
  • The following areas are off limits for exploration: below Yima’s Manor; below the Church of Heliopolis; Alenroux; Kowloon.
  • The Great Trees of both Highstorm and Springstar are in a similar state to the Tree of Life and will not respond to Communion.
  • Generally speaking, items will be of poor quality. Most will look as though they’ve aged thousands of years. Others will be in half-decent shape, but sparingly so. Oddly enough, it doesn’t seem like the whole city has aged at the same rate, so especially diligent rummagers can find worthwhile supplies. Please consider this should be rare and don’t go overboard!

NOTES

Here are some prompt reminders - see the full thing at the OOC Summary!
  • Characters will have a diluted connection to the Zenith or Meridian.
  • There will be periods powers are weakened or non-functional during days 1-2 (up to player discretion).
  • The sunlight results in scorching; the shadows cause claustrophobia and fear while outdoors.
THE RITUAL (DAYS 2+)
The place you started your journey to Kenos is also where it seems it will end. As soon as the first Bearer makes contact with the Iconoclast effigy, you are collectively drawn to the roots beneath the Tree - like a pang sent through your Shard. Your objective has been found. The Oracle awaits.

Trusting Aetos seems like a fool's errand, but you must put your hope in the Tree. What choice do you have left? It's time to find what lies at the end of this.

Bearers descend, your steps echoing in the dark, cavernous space. Once brimming with life and vitality, the roots are now dried and brittle like the bones of some ancient leviathan that died long ago. As you make their way deeper into the earth, the deadened roots twist, leading you to a vast chamber deep within it; the air here is thick with the smell of decay, and the faint glow of luminescent fungi and mosses barely illuminates the space.

To your left, the Bearers will notice what has drawn them here - and the object of their search.

An effigy sits on the ground between two darkened tunnels. The effigy is made of gnarled, dead branches woven together in a humanoid shape; its hollow, empty eyes are sightless, yet you cannot help but feel it is watching your every move. Branded on its forehead is the Iconoclast symbol carved into the rough wood.

Once all Bearers are present, the Ritual will begin. Your means of exit have been sealed off, and you are trapped, slowly deteriorating together…

NOTES

  • Bearers will have access to the Ritual Chamber which is a very wide, open space with the effigy situated against the far wall from the entrance. Several smaller tunnels off-shoot from the Ritual Chamber. They all run to dead ends; some are very small or narrow. This may afford you meager privacy away from the group.
  • Once a Bearer steps into the Chamber, they can no longer head back out the way they came. They’ll find themselves automatically walking back into the Chamber as if of their own volition.
  • For brevity’s sake we won’t list them out again here, but the complete description of effects Bearers will experience days 2+ is available in the OOC Summary.
  • The effigy is impervious to damage.
  • It Is Watching You.
  • In a dead-end root tunnel attached to the Iconoclast’s Chamber is the Blighted statue of an Otter that may be familiar to some… Please see THIS TOPLEVEL for more information!
THE PURGE (DAYS 5+)
The sap has festered in your veins for what feels like days. It’s impossible to tell how much time has passed; this place has no sunlight. The effigy watches as you remain trapped, huddled together around it, unable to leave as you find yourself sick with the affliction of the Meridian, Zenith - or both.

And then… something finally gives.

Though it does not move and speaks no words, you feel the effigy offering you guidance. Knowledge. Much like the Tree speaks to you in impressions and feelings, you are conveyed wisdom you did not have before: a way to take what you want and rid yourself of what you do not. A way to make your convictions known to all who would hear them. A way to be known. To write your path in blood, be it yours… or theirs.

When all is said and done, only one force - Zenith or Meridian - will gain its favor.

Show it who you are. Show it what resolve looks like to you - and what you are willing to do to attain it.

NOTES

Here are some prompt reminders - see the full thing at the OOC Summary!
  • You can Purge your alignment through various methods: Trading, Corrupting, or using the Effigy itself.
  • All characters will understand the end goal is for everyone to Harmonize; the alignment with the higher rate of Harmonized Bearers alive when time’s up wins the Oracle’s favor.
NOTES
  • A reminder that the Harmonization tally will take place on Friday, the 19th and be open through Monday, the 29th. The results will be released on Wednesday, the 31st OOCly.
  • Don’t forget to submit any deaths to the Death Tracker, with a gentle reminder characters will remain dead until the event conclusion!
  • Reminder to fill out the SETTING POLL ASAP if you haven't already!
  • Have some MUSIC if you'd like. LYRICS here!
  • HAVE FUN!!
CODING
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SET █

[personal profile] appeale 2023-05-15 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ to say that this is the one person she least wanted to encounter after Zenith sinks fully into her heart would not be entirely accurate. there are others that are worse—Hayame, who Rudbeckia believes would give her a gruesome death. Voryn, a zealot to the cause of Meridian. Dimitri, carving a path of violence to victory. any one of those would doubtless put her through all her most vivid fears. but this particular confrontation—

facing Set is uniquely terrible. what she feels is not quite guilt or shame, only... there is a depth to her despair that she wouldn't have felt with anyone else. ]


I— I didn't mean to. [ what a feeble excuse. true or not, it's pointless to speak; there's no explanation she can give that he'll listen to. nobody would ever believe her no matter what she says, nobody would forgive her sins no matter how little choice she's had. the punishment for trying to defend herself is always far more severe than it would be had she just accepted the blame. and yet for some reason—for some fucking reason, just because it's him, she finds herself speaking in a voice that shivers with fear: ] There was a man—that, Jonathan Sims, he... I-I didn't know what to do. It was just...

[ her words die in her throat. what she ought to do is run. there is no doubt in her mind that Set will kill her for her betrayal (inasmuch as it can be labelled that) because she stands, however inadvertently, in the path of his victory. surely she has wounded his pride as well, his attendant abandoning the god she should serve.

she doesn't move. the Communion between them is a chasm of fear, and resignation, and wretchedness. something echoes within it, a thought that reaches Set in clarity—the terror that had driven Rudbeckia to the ledge in panicked animalistic frenzy, the leash that the Archivist had taken her by with such certainty:

I can't go home. Please don't make me go back there. ]
Edited 2023-05-16 05:04 (UTC)
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[personal profile] baltimores 2023-05-15 08:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ He huffs; she asks if she can trust him and then immediately follows it up by bringing up what he said before? Why even ask if she already knows the answer? Frustration bleeds through, building on top of everything else that has gone wrong over the past few days before dying out on its own, a slow and fading death. She isn't accusing him; she's stating fact, and it gives him pause as she bites her hand, as she brings out her own blood-sap, too. ]

I'm okay with that. [ Experiencing unpleasantries. Amos' voice is dulled, borderline casual in the face of her warning. ] Not to diminish your thing, but I've been through a lot already. Takes a lot to get to me. I'll probably be fine.

[ A beat, a moment of hesitation before his voice grows softer. ]

I don't know what you're going to get from me. I barely understand it myself. [ The doubts, the longing, the yearning... It's all been as incomprehensible as it has been unpleasant, something that makes absolutely no sense to him assaulting his brain. Even now he can feel it tickling the back of his throat, prodding at his head, and it's awful. He swallows. Coughs. Dips his head down to look at his shard, at hers. ] Look, I know I told you not to trust me. All I can tell you is you're gonna be getting some shit from me. If I use your shit against you, seems only fair for you to do the same to me.

[ When he meets her gaze again his voice is hard — not a warning, not a threat, but a promise being delivered in it. ]

And if you air my dirty laundry first, I'll expose all of yours. [ Projection much? Because he knows there's a chance he'll pull some shit, so what would be stopping her from striking first? ] Mutually assured destruction. Either we keep each other safe, or we bring each other down. Those're the only options we got.

[ Because they're both no-bullshit; because there's no chance either of them backs down from this now. They're both far too practical for that; she'd reached to him and he'd immediately accepted for a reason. This is how it's going to go down, and the only safety net they have is the threat of something worse than death.

Which means he might actually listen this time.

He holds out his shard to her, for her blood; holds out the back of his bloodied hand for her to place between his fingers, outstretched to be able to receive it, hold it carefully. If they're going to trust each other, or whatever this next best thing they have going on is, it's time, as far as he's concerned. ]
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HAYAME [CLOSED]

[personal profile] fishfearme 2023-05-15 11:08 am (UTC)(link)
[How many days had it been, since they had woken up to a dead world and an equally dead sky? Byleth wasn't quite sure. Ever since they had been compelled to wander beneath the roots of the tree, trapped within this chamber, Byleth had slowly began a spiral he struggled to pull himself out of. Hours blurred into minutes into maybe-days, and it was all he could do to keep his feet moving, as if continuously walking would help him outpace the increasingly loud voices nipping at his heels.

Byleth was not one to second-guess his decisions. He was decisive, albeit cautious, but he had dedicated himself to his quest to return home. To return home. But... was it Fódlan he wanted, or was it just Jeralt? He was just one man, Yima could fish his shard out of the Timestream and then-

But what about Shez? he aggressively reminded himself. Alois? The Claude and Dimitri of his world?

What about them? the voices purred back. Shez betrayed you once, remember? Who knows if it'll happen again. And would you really sacrifice Jeralt to maybe have your world back - world rife with war and lies, or go with the certainty of saving Jeralt?

It was an endless cycle of this, and it consumed Byleth's focus and attention to the point that he was barely aware of the going ons around him - of who was standing in the way of his increasingly agitated pacing. Case in point: he very nearly barrelled head on into Hayame, narrowly stuttering to a halt before he did so. The fact he didn't spot a towering centaur until he was practically right next to her alarmed him.]


Oh- ah. Hayame... apologies...

[To say he sounded and looked frazzled would be a gross understatement.]
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[personal profile] sharmat 2023-05-15 11:15 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, (voryn admits. it is glorious. it is beautiful. it is gratifying in a way he never imagined.)

This is not how I had hoped to join hands with you. But here, at the end of everything, I have reached an understanding of Zenith—its true appeal. (there is pressure coming down on his head from all sides, homogenizing the brightest and darkest parts of him until they swirl like a storm's eye in his shard.

his thoughts become briefly audible:
) Not the creation of a new world but the destruction of all worlds. The authentic death. All this time, you wished to return to dust.

(a snapshot of how zenith's goals would translate for voryn is freely given. it would be a path of total annihilation and not one of total creation, the siren's call of the void and everything's return to it. the lasting zenith sap in his veins burns cold, its siren's call almost impossible to ignore.

with the last of his meridian will, he steps forward toward silco, matching the mad wideness of his eyes with his own. they sit above a knowing smile and drip tears that are gold and viscous.
)

I can give that to you, Silco. Embrace me now, and I will return the Zenith sap that is yours.
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[personal profile] sharmat 2023-05-15 11:37 am (UTC)(link)
Everyone knows that rituals are stronger when blood is used as a focus. (voryn says so with momentary disdain for those who don't know; john and quetzalcoatl surely do and it is therefore a nonissue within their small collective.) I shall call upon the spirits of this place. Should any linger, I shall beseech them their aid.

(cutting one's hand open is the simple part, but there's one tricky aspect to this particular ritual. to hope to connect a circle in the soil is foolish. it shall sink and break the lines. and so the blood must be provided in volume while it is condensed as sap in their veins.)

It must take place here and now, while our blood is viscous. (quetzalcoatl's hands are shaken again, once, before they are released.) If you wish to aid me, each of you shall offer your own to the effigy of the Iconoclast.

(john is given a longer look, their exchange not going unnoticed. perhaps carrying out this procedure shall afford him a chance to speak with her in earnest, for the glances he steals in the empty spaces of conversation tell a story.)

I shall draw the lines. You need only fill them in.
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[personal profile] hurricaneofblood 2023-05-15 12:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Did you end up naming the tree?

[ The remark itself could be thought of as mocking, but the tone is much more understanding. His tail swishes behind him as he draws closer, tipping his head up to look toward the seemingly dead tree. ]

Quite a sight. [ A beat. ] When I first arrived to this place, the tree seemed to be filled with malice and hatred. [ Those emotions, anyway, seemed to be swirling around inside it. He willingly took them on, even though it nearly killed him. Still -- ]

And then the Blight. [ Hm. ] Which do you think killed it?
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[personal profile] hurricaneofblood 2023-05-15 01:32 pm (UTC)(link)
If there is no battle to be had, I tend to keep to myself.

[ There is something like an apologize mixed in his words. It may simply be because the two of them are mourning the loss of the tree. He felt a great sense of anger at the state of it when he first came to this place. The tree never seemed like it got better, either.

He breathes out, slow. ]


I almost feel bad that we have to meet now. [ Almost in the sense that, well, at least they aren't dead yet. The end is coming for them, but it is not yet here. So, they get to have the chance at experiencing the end of the world a second time. ]
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[personal profile] passio 2023-05-15 01:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it’s remarkable that dextera still jolts like it could have been his fault, since no one has ever accused him, voiceless as he is, of being loud.

then the apology comes with a smile, and dextera’s tense shoulders drop a scant inch. he doesn’t know this person—though at this point, with everything that’s been happening around them and with the end of the world looming over his head for a second time, worrying about strangers should be the last thing on his mind. ]




[ his intention isn’t to commune, but the lines between them all have blurred, sharing emotions and thoughts, and dextera does have a particularly busy mind. guilt, fear, dread, zenith and meridian both twisting around one another as his heart wars against himself. who is this man? what is he going to do? what is he hearing? questions bullet through his mind, but all he actually does is… nod. it is noisy. that, he can agree with.

for a blank face, watching marc like a prey animal prepared to run, it seems as if there’s an awful lot going on. ]
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the purge

[personal profile] passio 2023-05-15 02:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ dextera knows himself. he knows he’s weak, and he knows he’s likely to fall victim to a belief in zenith if someone overloads him with enough energy or simply says the right words. he’s scared, and he doesn’t trust himself to commit to the faction he chose at the beginning of all this when the end seems so close.

there’s no one more certain in their conviction than hayame, of the people he knows, and so although the two of them don’t always see eye-to-eye… ]




[ he is meridian still, holding onto the energy he’s managed to take, but he doesn’t know how long he’ll be able to stay this way. he meets hayame’s gaze, and the faint impression of communion ‘knocks’ at her shard. ]

I need help.
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[personal profile] helloween 2023-05-15 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Lucien remembers Set, but what surprises him as that Set recognizes him despite his current tree-like form. Told time and time again, by not only Yoko but now by others like Gen, crying in front of someone, a man no less, is more shameful than crying alone is. ]

I remember you. You’re that person who helped me come home from Alenroux.

[ Though he’s terrified of his current predicament, Lucien is more knowledgeable of Kenos than he had before. He also forgoes the memory of being stricken for the memory of being held on Set’s hip instead. Once the man lowers into a squat just across the newly rooted effigy, closer to his own height, Lucien chokes back on his sobbing. He tries wiping the sap dripping from his eye, but can only bend some attached branches where his shoulders ordinarily are— ones that threaten to snap should he lift them too high up. ]

… mgf.

[ The wooden figure shudders. He has to give up on his attempt. It’s too painful to move as he is. ]

You didn’t tell me your name back then and I forgot to tell you mine, but thank you for taking me back to Highstorm. I was able to meet Rin in time for dinner like normal.

[ The sap tears stop running, but there are now sticky trails left on Lucien's cheeks where they’d fallen. ]

My name is Lucien. Sorry I forgot…

[ Said bashfully about the fact. ]
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[personal profile] helloween 2023-05-15 02:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Rin?

[ Someone’s voice that he recognizes. Relief washes over Lucien when Rin comes nearer, and if he could uproot himself to latch onto her, he would have. An attempt to do so is apparent in how his wooden figure outstretches. Try as he might, he’s locked in place: completely stationary. Lucien seems to have forgotten how to cry in spotting the person he’s most familiar with in Kenos, and comforted simply by her reaching him, his mind is open and willing to be reached.

There’s a burst of light in the vision they share, but Lucien becomes nervous once it’s initiated. The scene around them seems to dissolve. ]


Is this place safer? I-I think people are hurting each other outside.

[ Lucien may be obtuse, but death is plain and cold enough to be understood. He’d heard some death cries from beyond for certain— violence and raised voices. In the wash of psychic union, though, he feels less anxious than he had in the physical chamber.

Rin does well holding up her act of inner strength in dark circumstances. She’s fooling one of him, but the other one, the dormant one without a say for now, knows better than to believe it. ]
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[personal profile] sterngaze 2023-05-15 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[For a century and more, Liem's faith and his devotion have been the foundation upon which he has built every worthwhile thing in his life. He has never had anything to celebrate about his birth or his heritage, so it is his church's values — discernment, discipline, patience, diplomacy — that he has nurtured in himself, and found some measure of pride in as he goes about his days and nights. And it is Abadar's goals that he has spent his efforts furthering, even in this world so far removed from his own.

He has cleaved tightly to that faith, because he believed in the necessity of the work to be done — and if the work was necessary, then so was he. Despite everything, he could take pride in his service and find contentment in his existence.

But what if the work wasn't necessary anymore? What if the best way for him to be of service to anyone was to ensure that his life's work stayed dead and gone, along with all the other cruelties that had been so commonplace in the Creation he had known?

A strange kind of quiet descends on Liem when he rids himself of the stubborn vestiges of Meridian's light. The presence of Zenith colouring his shard's energy ceases to be corruption, grows calm without the presence of its opposite to bring turbulence to his thoughts. Finally, he feels peaceful — though in the same way that death is peaceful: without passion, or joy, or even conviction. It is familiar, in a way, reminding him of black stone halls and forbidding gothic city streets. He drifts away from the main cavern in search of more of that quiet, suddenly finding the exhaustion of the past week impossible to bear.

And he stops when Hayame calls out to him, one hand braced against the twisted wall of root at his side. Liem can hear her approach over the uneven ground, but he doesn't yet turn to meet the fire that he knows must fill her gaze.
]

I play at nothing, [he says, sounding resigned.] I am too tired for games, Hayame.
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[personal profile] warmare 2023-05-15 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[Indeed, the only thing Hayame sees in that shift in Sebastian's expression is an unveiling of what has bee happening this whole time. What happens every single time she has been in this infuriating man's (demon's) presence. He doesn't have to say anything at all about how he thinks of friends.

She is sure. If she is not sure, there will be cracks, and where there are cracks doubts and weakness will slip in. Things like how casually this demon uses the name of someone she is not sure she needs or wants to throttle.

If this were another day, Hayame would be more careful in dealing with "Sebastian Michaelis". But she has seen and heard the Shard-bearers lamenting their lack of magic, bemoaning their "powers"...]


I am asking you, demon.

[He shouldn't be faster and stronger than a human could be anymore. There is nothing stopping her from lashing out and trying to grab him by the throat to lift him off the root-laced floor.]
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[personal profile] muchalucha 2023-05-15 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Quetzalcoatl nods in easy agreement, at least. She doesknow, since ritualistic offerings of life were a key part of her pantheon that was then passed down to her people. She was the most famous for it, even.

Her attention turns to the effigy as Voryn continues to speak, since she does wonder. She had briefly thought about doing something similar to this when they were still in their Springstar but had decided against it for the uncertainty. If she had been her fully divine self, she would have bled herself dry at the roots of Springstar’s great Tree, since then, she would have certainty that her life-giving blood could nourish its roots. As a Servant, she wasn’t sure, and now, with blood as thick and slow as sap…

When her hands are released, she stands again, though her hand does reach out to touch Voryn’s shoulder fondly as she goes, though lightly. ]


Mm, I can do that, yes. If I could offer my istli, I would.

[ The term goes with explanation, partially because she doesn’t think it’s worth explaining when it’s not something she can offer, nor would she expect anyone else to. After all, that precious istli that was the gift of life itself was stored in the heart. They didn't have to tools to make such a fine offering.

She places her hands on her hips as she turns her attention to John finally, since even if she’s still concerned about Voryn, she trusts him in this. They might not have talked about specifics, but she’s already decided that Voryn’s people aren’t as dissimilar from her Azteca as most. If he says he knows how to do a ritual like this, she trusts him. It’s as simple as that. ]


And hola, señor John, was it? I think I recognize your voice! We spoke when I asked about Silco, yes?
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[personal profile] impiety 2023-05-15 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
I know this is hardly the time, but whose fault do you think this is?

[ Archangel enters the space with ease; his wings folded behind him as he greets Amos not in a fond, friendly way but wanting to cast blame on everyone and everything. He knows that he has been doing everything that he could to save everyone. So, what's going on here? Irritating is putting it lightly. ]

I've seen the apocalypse once before. Somehow, this is a much crueler end than the one I witnessed.

[ Because he can only see the slow starvation or dehydration that awaits them. There doesn't look to be any hope anywhere; he doesn't even have a god to rip the powers from to save everyone. ]
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[personal profile] passio 2023-05-15 03:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ dextera has been up and down since all this started. the world breaking down around them had been horribly, hauntingly familiar, and dextera thought at first that he would be uniquely equipped to weather it. that may have been true in the city, but now that they’ve been all pulled down and he’s reminded of the tower all over again, he feels a way he hasn’t in months. maybe nearly a year—he doesn’t know exactly how long it’s been since he last saw the red sky above or god down below, but what this has all proven to him is that it’s never far from his memory.

gen speaks to him, and he shakes his head, mute and miserable. of course, physically, he’s alive. in all other ways, he’s barely keeping his head above water. ]


I can’t stand it here.

[ he communes as always, but with their barriers broken down, the words are accompanied by a gust of desperation. he’s losing himself. ]
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[personal profile] redsoil 2023-05-15 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh. Of course he could recognize a crying child, in effigy or not — he has soothed crying children, and he has caused children to wail in terror. Lucien, to Set, is not difficult to recognize at all; he is still a bit of an enigma, for is it not predatory for Zenith to have convinced not one, but two young children to support their cause? ]

You can cry. I was... wrong to tell you that you should not, before.

[ Even as he says it, he reaches up to push his thumb gently across the space where the effigy's eye seems to be — that place where sap bleeds from, like tears. He works slowly, to wipe the sticky trails away, even licking his own finger at one point to give it a quick scrub. ]

I am Set, and I am one of the Meridian. I am glad you made it home safely, even if you must be here now. Iite, Lucien. You are a good boy, to remember your manners.

[ One hand presses to the place where Lucien is bound to the roots, and Set is warm. As warm as the sun, as a beach that has basked in the rays if the light for hours — poured against aching muscles and tired soul. ]

Is it agreeable, if I take you deeper into Communion with me?
impiety: (pic#16436723)

MY SHINING TRINKETS OF GRIE

[personal profile] impiety 2023-05-15 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
My goodness.

[ Is that really any way to appear before someone who is having something close to breaking down? Yet there is a sharing of feelings since they are all so open with one another. His emotions are those of irritation, annoyance, forgiveness, sympathy; they mingle and strangle one another.

The madness that links his feelings all together is sickening to feel. Like something once very good, very pure that rotted down to where even maggots wouldn't feast upon. ]


Are you all right? You poor, poor girl.

[ He kneels down to her level. His wings spread out like they would shield her from all onlookers. Folding his hands in his lap, he gifts her the most sorrowful of expressions. ]

Calm your heart. I am here to look after you.
muchalucha: (pic#16451089)

[personal profile] muchalucha 2023-05-15 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Quetzalcoatl sees how he tenses as she sits, and a little bit of the smile falls from her eyes in sympathy. She decides quickly that if he doesn’t respond, then she’ll move on and maybe come back later or just keep an eye on him. She feels empathy for people deeply, but she also won’t intrude. So, she’s also relieved to see him relax a little, and that softness comes through in Communion. ]

Ah- [ She laughs a little, then shakes her head. ] Realmente no.

[ She can hear that it’s not a dismissive question in his tone, so she settles in a little more comfortably. She had wanted to talk to him a little bit about what she had learned after asking about Silco and encouraging other Meri to share what they knew about Zenites, but that can come later, if at all. ]

It’s hard, yes? Bearing… [ She trails off with a note of uncertainty, though it’s light. How do you even put into words what everyone here is feeling? ] Well, whatever it is we’re all feeling! And sharing it too.

[ The longing, that speaks to her especially, but it does feel intrusive to just point it out directly. So, her smile just becomes kinder instead. ]

You don’t have to do that alone, if you don’t want to.
warmare: (組んだ捥)

[personal profile] warmare 2023-05-15 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[He might try to flop down next to her, but Hayame isn't about to allow it. When the man approaches and seems to be about to sit, she rather obviously moves several feet away, crossing her arms under her bound breasts.]

None of your business.

[She takes another ripping bite from the chunk of bark in her hand, chewing on the bitter substance with an inadvertent sneer.]
hauntedking: (30)

[personal profile] hauntedking 2023-05-15 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Because it is what - what I thought they deserved-

[ He's still muddled. Still trying to grapple with everything that's happened and how they're meant to do this. His mind isn't clear and won't be for a time yet. Violence and death are easy answers and he falls back on them time and time again. ]

It will stop them from destroying everything we love.
impiety: (pic#16436735)

i-a (how about some blasphemy)

[personal profile] impiety 2023-05-15 04:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ On a whim, Archangel comes to Heliopolis. He sees the streets are just as empty as everywhere else. He wanders until he sees a Church; his wings help to keep him shaded as he goes.

Upon entering the so-called hallowed grounds, he scoffs and sneers at everything that he sees. If he did not worry about wasting his energy, he may have started destroying what was inside. ]


Yet again... the people hope for salvation and none is given to them.

[ His wings extend. ]

No matter what the world... gods are the same.
cutlery: (Chaotic Fuck You,I Do What I Want)

[personal profile] cutlery 2023-05-15 04:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Now he’s getting very lightly irritated, so he can’t resist anymore. Or perhaps more accurately, he may be egging her on into the conclusion that he’s seen as inevitable from the moment Silco had shared his “brilliant” plan. He knew Hayame wouldn’t simply accept his presence even if this situation had been one more typical. It’s why he had insisted that when this came to pass, Set’s life was sworn to protect Silco’s much in the same way Sebastian’s was.

He tuts, shaking his head as if he were a teacher lightly scolding a student. It’s openly condescending now. ]


Then you shan’t receive the answer you want. How many times must I say that I’ve no plans or schemes afoot before it cracks through that thick skull of yours? My presence is because of Nb Set's schemes, not mine.
impiety: (pic#16436730)

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒

[personal profile] impiety 2023-05-15 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Quite the greeting.

[ Archangel makes his arrival - his wings folded behind him. They move and shift by his whim so naturally that one could mistake them for real. ]

I've seen you about... [ But did not reach out because he saw no reason to do so. However, that was then and this is now. The man gives off a different kind of air -- corruptible. Not to turn him away from Zenith, but to hopefully make him into a weapon. These are the end days, and he would like to drag as many bodies out to kill as he can.

Call it arrogance. Call it a grudge.

But either way, he just wishes to watch on high as everyone kills one another. Penance for having wasted his time. Absolution granted for allowing him a chance to walk on his own two feet, see the beautiful sky, and remind himself how much he loves and wants to save everyone.

His madness is hypocritical and contradictory. But he no longer cares and can no longer see the shape of his insanity. ]


You look terrible... can I do anything for you?
diversionist: (r1 » odds.)

1/2

[personal profile] diversionist 2023-05-15 04:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ set is not the first person to beg cassian for something.

help. hope. mercy. cassian has regarded many a man with the same inscrutable expression he turns to set now. his shard of glass has gone returned to its hiding place, once it became clear set wouldn't ask for its use, and he regards set's torturous journey to his answer. the violence he takes to his own body (messy, some detached part of cassian's mind notes), the sap on his mouth and wrist, the exposed red shard. it's the kind of vulnerability cassian would call unwise to show him, that brought regret to those who have.

whatever else he is, he isn't the empire. he doesn't steal peoples' free will; he doesn't conscript or condemn them to lives they didn't choose. causes they didn't choose. (to deaths, yes, and he's even done that here. he is what he is.) he betrays, but not like this, and not for nothing. so: there is not even the most fleeting of temptations to coerce set to zenith. it doesn't cross his mind to go back on his word. set says, i need to remain meridian, and that's the only thing that matters. ]


Then remain Meridian, [ he says, and it's not unkind.

he takes his own shard to set's wrist, first, then replaces it in his hand with the sap facing outwards. then he pulls forward to smear his bleeding palm on set's red ruin of a shard.

and just like that, they are connected]