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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
cutlery: (a healthy respect but no fear)

[personal profile] cutlery 2023-05-15 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah, it is a simple dish, but not too bad one of. It is a simple stew from the south of France of beans, dark meats, and rich spices. As the legend goes, it was a dish prepared to feed a populace during a great siege, so… With what limited ingredients I could muster, it seemed an excellent choice for a dish both nutritious yet not needing anything overly complex.

[ He gives Link a gentle nod, then beckons him in. ]

Ah, but before I prepare a plate, I must ask to be certain, as I do not believe we have met… Are you Meri? I am under rather strict orders to only feed them, I am afraid.

[ Not that he wouldn’t send someone else on their way with a bowl just to spite this stupid deal a bit, but. A Meri will be welcomed with better food and conversation to make sure he’s doing his part. ]
diversionist: (r1 » 021.)

[personal profile] diversionist 2023-05-15 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ the truth is that cassian hasn't often been alone down here.

hard to find privacy in these ritual chambers, of course, with every shard-bearer of their generation here. and he has spent much of the time jyn; of course he has, when their best scant comfort can be found in one another, when there's no one either of them trusts here more than the other. but neither of them are the kind to sit and wait for a situation to resolve itself. so they seek out the others, work to gain information, to trade energies, to do something. he's only here to catch his breath for a moment, really, try to collect his thoughts. so he feels a stab of irritation when he hears unfamiliar footsteps, a frown on his face as his head comes up.

but then he sees gamora, and that frown falls. it's replaced by the sharp attentiveness of a spy; he takes in her obvious distress through her shuddering breaths and shaking hands, takes in the fresh wound at her arm weeping sap. he watches her in quiet stillness for a moment, then stirs. ]


Here. [ he moves closer to her, crouching and extending a gloved hand. ] I can do that.
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[personal profile] redsoil 2023-05-15 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ironically, set is the Littlest Brother??? ]

Why the hell are you asking me?? Do I speak for otters now?! Ask him if you want to know such things.

I am only taking note of what is objectively there and suggesting a route. If you do not wish to listen to my advice, that is nothing new to me.
Edited 2023-05-15 21:48 (UTC)
diversionist: (r1 » alert.)

exploration.

[personal profile] diversionist 2023-05-15 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it is a fool's errand to look for survivors in this dead city.

he thinks this, knows this, says as much. if he's affected by the abrupt disappearance of all other life in the cities after weeks spent to save them, he doesn't express or show it. this isn't the first time he's encountered such a loss. this isn't even the second time.

there may not be people to found, however, but there are information and supplies. or, rather — the shard-bearers lack supplies, even the cities lack supplies, but there are scraps worth looking for. he's broken the glass of a window on a deserted building and stashed one of the shards on his person as a makeshift weapon, has some vague hope of finding a real weapon, or food, or something besides the unrelenting heat.

he emerges from a building, sees byleth — or, well, a vaguely person-shaped thing that resolves into byleth when he approaches. asks, matter-of-fact, ]


Have you found anything?
oomfies: (💚 affiliate.)

[personal profile] oomfies 2023-05-15 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Truthfully, she isn't used to having actual events affect her life. Lottie's been convinced that if it hasn't happened in the year or so she's been coerced (trapped? Forced?) into being apart of other people's problems, it certainly won't happen now. The worst that's ever happened to her is being reborn (the first and second time), and losing her hand (regrowing it). That's it. Everyone else's drama has always been just that: their drama. Even the plague, the blight, she hadn't been concerned about. After all, if she can't get sick, why should she care?

Now, with both cities being barren, she can see why she maybe should've done something.

(With the sun beating down on her back, she wonders if there was anything she could've done to change this. If this was always meant to happen, somehow, the universe's cruel way of ending the longest running joke of a 'battle'.)

Her magic only partially works— enough to glamour her shape to where she doesn't look as fucked up as she feels. The sudden shift in weather, in everything, has left her body in disarray. Her allergies are making it difficult for her to concentrate, and she's so stressed that she has hives. The rest of her senses being diluted doesn't even matter at this point, either, because there's nothing to smell. Nothing to hear. Walking through each city — a careful, arduous task — is eerily silent, uncomfortably so, save for the sound of her shoes hitting the pavement.

It's why she barely catches those footsteps wandering into one of the nicer looking buildings she's planning (read: trying not to have a breakdown) inside. What gets her is that hello, because even if she can't quite place a name to it, she knows that voice. What did she call him? Godguy? Egyptdude? Dirtguy? She rubs at her face, growing frustrated she can't even recall something that's meant to make her life easier. So she tries standing up, manages the movement successfully as she tries to make out the shape of him. ]


..Hey?

[ She calls out, recognition seeping into her voice as she squints in his direction. It's barely lit in here — all the lights, anything functioning that would count as modern day living are effectively gone. No sink works, no stove, much less a bulb, so she can only tell it's him from his silhouette. However, he might be able to see the vibrant green coloring her hair, how it sways in a ponytail as she ambles closer. Or the distinctly summery look to her (yes, she is wearing shorts and sneakers, a loose tank top tucked into the waistband). ]

I thought you died or something!
muchalucha: (pic#16286359)

[personal profile] muchalucha 2023-05-15 10:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That disbelief just makes her laugh a little despite herself, but it’s nothing but warm and fond. Whether it’s true or not, she takes it as a sign that he’s not used to hearing such a thing, and therefore she’ll have to make sure to point it out in the future when it happens. It is a certainty too, because considering their interactions so far, she feels very sure of it. Even if he might not believe it for himself, she does. ]

Mm, , it’ll definitely be better… Zenith in me, it’s like—

[ She shivers a bit, somewhat for dramatics, but not entirely. It does feel wrong as it courses through her, like some kind of force that’s just inherently opposed to what she is. It just might be, considering how much of her divinity was associated with the sun and with hope. But after that, she does look down at the Shard in his hand, then back up to meet his gaze. Her question is simple and clearly non-judgmental, but... She still wants to be sure. ]

Are you sure it’s Zenith you want?
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[personal profile] muchalucha 2023-05-15 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She nods, though the sheepishness doesn’t completely go away from her expression or from the emotions shared through Communion. At least with Quetzalcoatl, it seems that what you see is precisely what you get. ]

Ah, then I got what I was looking for, yes! Though… ¡Él no es querido! More than I thought! If I had known he was that unpopular, I wouldn’t have asked that way… It caused more trouble than I thought.

[ Since, sure, she was going to take his hand, but it had led to people discussing taking his head, whether literal or figurative…. But with a shake of her head and a wave of her hand, she continues. ]

Mm, but I didn’t come over here to chat about that, no! I was still looking for people to trade with, maybe? This Zenith doesn’t fit for me at all.
youngprodigy: (∉ find a moment to reflect)

Cid Garlond | Zenith | Savant

[personal profile] youngprodigy 2023-05-15 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
((Closed starters. Plotting comment if you're interested.))
oomfies: 𝑜𝑜𝓂𝒻𝒾𝑒𝓈 (💕 midnight.)

iiia

[personal profile] oomfies 2023-05-15 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It is strange and vaguely alarming, seeing Amos like this. Amos' hands may be coarse and rough sometimes, but they are still soft. Lottie remembers when she held it, the touch being pleasant. She isn't touching him at this moment, but she can already see the physical differences in how it'd (he'd) feel as he waves that hand. Her eyes zero in on it, still a healthy enough distance to where her immediate expression isn't visible. Lottie's taken to one of the tunnels sprawled out from the Chamber, hiding herself away and actively fighting against the compulsion to return — she doesn't want to be seen like this. Arguably, she doesn't even want to be seen.

Her health has been actively on a downwards spiral, one that — despite her new alignment, the odd sort of hope twitching inside her — makes her really think she won't last very long. And will she? Even through this conversation? Amos is a die hard Zenite, through and through, and she wonders if he'll be upset at her for what she's done. But he has to understand, right? They can still be friends, right? Can he even tell? Will he?

She looks up at him through her spot on the ground, feeling small, feeling more unsure of herself than ever with her pale complexion and labored breathing (something she deliberately tries to hide, because it's not like she ever told him she's had serious health issues, before, and truthfully she has never wanted him to know). ]


Hey.. Um— I'm fine! Fine. [ She answers, eventually, sounds like she hasn't used her voice in quite some time with the way it cracks. ] Just, you know.. Wanted some fresh air.

[ Yes, she is trying to make a very ill fitting joke. It's so bad and comes out strange even to her, enough to where she doesn't laugh, just awkwardly smiles. ]
diversionist: (r1 » interrogation.)

+1 murder

[personal profile] diversionist 2023-05-15 10:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ okay he wasn't here for the scorching isle but like, ]

Leave him alive to do what? Betray us, kill others, again? If you, [ general you, ] think you can get information from him, fine, but there's no reason to trust him.

[ long-term, that is, but even now. ]
vallt: (26)

+1 murder

[personal profile] vallt 2023-05-15 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[frankly, jyn couldn't actually give two shits about this; she's just bored. and because she's bored, she offers, with an offhand shrug —]

Maybe we could eat him.
youngprodigy: (∉ and catch up with fate)

Link

[personal profile] youngprodigy 2023-05-15 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[It’s obvious that, as the hours tick by, being trapped in the cavern has left Cid rather badly off. With his sleeves rolled up, there’s nothing to hide the bits of leaf that appear to be emerging from the scars on his arms. And though it clearly doesn’t hurt, it’s likely faintly disturbing just the same.

Even through the distress, with Meridian coursing through him like a bad infection, he shows no hostility towards Link. The wariness from their first interaction is gone.

He folds his arms across his chest, leaning against the nearest wall of the cavern with a frown.]


I’m not normally one to stay so idle.

[Though stilted, it’s at least an attempt at courteous conversation.]
eyesite: please dnt! (Default)

II-B...ish...

[personal profile] eyesite 2023-05-15 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
( even separated as many of them are from the intrinsic abilities that their Harmonization grants them, john is still connected to the Eye. this is, as it usually is, both a blessing and a curse — without it, he would scarcely be able to string two thoughts together without feeling them slip through his fingers like so much sand, but it brings with it the sort of sixth sense that it instills to him as its Archivist and its avatar: being its favorite (and now only) instrument through which it extracts fear from the world, it makes him aware of it, of its size and its shape and the landscapes it could form when mingling with those of others to form something greater. when seen through this unique vision that john has, these caverns have been a riot. fear, doubt, guilt, pain, regret — they surge and well and crash against him like incessant waves. he feels them himself, and he feels them from errant Communion, and he feels them in the way the Archivist is meant to, inscribed from others' experiences upon himself.

in the dark of the tunnels, individuals stand out to him like constellations in the night sky, some dim, distant, or restrained in their internal battles. but there are none that blaze so brightly as she does — a miniature sun amongst stars.

to whatever scant credit one might apply to him, john has been actively trying to avoid her. no matter how far she runs to escape into the adjacent caverns, he still manages to be vaguely aware of her presence, like a shark unwilling to follow the scent of blood in the water. it's difficult, often requiring active distraction. he likely would not have been able to do so for as many days as he had if his connection to the Eye was as strong as it typically was; even so, to resist it indefinitely is an exercise in an impossible struggle against inevitability. in retrospect, his willful refusal of something now so intrinsic to himself as his own breath always seems ignorant and foolish. as helen had laughed and asked in so many words several times before, why deny the truth of what you are?

a pointed question which he might soon wield against her as readily as one might a weapon, soon enough.

he actually has no idea whether or not he approached her, finally having given in to the dull mental pressure to gravitate toward her as a moth draws close to flame, or if she had simply been unfortunate enough to choose him as a potential Zenite for trade. regardless, she asks, and for a moment's pause longer than conversation would dictate, he stares at her with a dreadful uncannyness in the lightless depths of his pupils. he sees the young woman that she is, that she presents herself as, of course — but he also hears michael's inhuman laughter, and he feels the phantom pain of the wound he had given him, marking him for the Spiral. oh, yes... the Distortion would have loved this one, he's certain almost immediately.

the peaceful thing to do would be to agree. the polite thing, and likely the right thing. allow her to make her own decision. even if it's one that, by the very nature of how deeply she's painted with that which the Twisting Deceit adores, he would question implicitly.

because the Eye has always been horror in truth, as opposed to the Spiral obfuscating it in lies. so instead of mildly agreeing, he instead challenges, )
Are you certain?

( he as the Archivist is the avatar of dreadful truth and revealed secrets — in the complicated sociopolitical landscape which exists between Meridian and Zenith, there is nothing that irritates him more than those contrarians who champion an ideal without personally-held conviction, and if this is the stage upon which he can incise towards the truth of the matter, then he will do so and face the consequences later. )
diversionist: (andor » too late for that.)

[personal profile] diversionist 2023-05-15 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm sure.

[ moving right along past the question of his nonexistent goodness!!! his tone is brisk, but certain; the sense of him is honest. this is no spur of the moment decision. he's had all of pelu to think about the factions, to consider which one seemed most aligned with his goals and values, to consider which brings him the most benefit. zenith has drawn him in from the start. its power in his blood sings to him with possibility. meridian has its draw, but it's zenith that he's considered all this time, has agreed with jyn seems like the best option.

and so, now is as good a time as any to harmonize.

he reaches into his coat, draws forth a shard of glass he'd retrieved from springstar earlier. it's a poor weapon, but no worse than any other in the abandoned cities. and it's sharp enough for him to prick his finger upon, then offer his hand for the sap to drip onto quetz's shard. once that's done, he's willing to offer glass shard (if needed) and his hand with the bluish white crystal embedded, for quetz to do the same. ]
warmare: (眼帯)

[personal profile] warmare 2023-05-15 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Don’t act like you don’t have Communion.

[For all it may look like she had simply lashed out, Hayame had thought this one through, and her condemnation of his insult is swift and harsh,]

I suspect I would have to cut the tongue from your head if I ever wanted you to stop your smug prattling outside of it anyway.

[Did a demon even breathe? It didn’t matter to her now. He answers her slightly this time, and she rewards him by not jerking him about in the air like a rag doll. Not yet.]

You are a fool to have accepted that deal, demon. Do you think the deals others strike will protect you from me? Did you think I would allow you to roam amidst the Meridian playing ally?

[Her fingers tighten their grip, though, the corners of her lip curling up in disgust.]

We are not even yet, after all.

[Not to her.]
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[personal profile] vapour 2023-05-15 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The Meridian presence from the god of war beckons, but neither the Meridian nor the Zenith churning in his veins reacts to the call. It is the Abyss that has entangled both influences as it weighs their value much like the Iconoclast Effigy does even now with its lidless ever-seeing eyes. Childe is well aware he has to decide, but the Meridian corruption has not moved him enough— perhaps because so many of the questions and doubts are the ones he has harbored since the start. He does not trust the Matron or the Tribune to deliver at the end of this, he does not know for certain if he's ready to give up on Teyvat. Ultimately, only one thing soaks clearly and truly draws the Tsaritsa's vanguard: the power to put others in their place.

So, this is such a grand performance by the God of War right from the moment of his appearance in the harbinger's space. The call, the beckoning invitation with such openess searching for such raw simplicity that is wired right into Childe's very bones, stirs something even in the thick sap-laden blood that feels like coming back from the brink of death.

Now, who is fit here to be worthy prey?

Who here can turn a hunter into the hunted?

Dark blue eyes stare at the other before something beneath their depths lurches and ripples with the excited ambition that it has found exactly what is has been searching for.

( It's you. )

The Communion's serenade of honesty is like a siren's call. This... this is the God of War that he left Snezhnaya for and sought out in Liyue. Was Morax ever like this in his youth? Unbridled by humanity's agendas—

I want you to have all eyes on me.
]

That's the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me. How can I resist someone as perfect as you? [ he laughs, feeling for the first time like he has the energy to move to his feet and to agree to any action of any kind. Just that adrenaline rush has him feeling better than he has since arriving. No matter the outcome, he certainly will owe Set for this opportunity and for making the rest of this game they're all playing for the Oracle's favor an entertaining one.

Meridian's light has caught his attention.
]

Let's make up for the lost time.

[ —I want my name filling your mouth until there's no room left for another. ]
vapour: (pic#15073527)

[personal profile] vapour 2023-05-15 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ omgosh. ]

He doesn't wanna talk to me, so I thought maybe he talked to you somehow. You're a god, right? Can't you can talk to cute woodland critters and get them to adore you?

[ ... well, that's a Disney Princess passive skill, but Set still looks close enough the part that it's worth a try. ]
vapour: (pic#15103302)

[personal profile] vapour 2023-05-15 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ YES FINALLY SOMEONE ELSE THINKING ON THE IMPORTANT THINGS. ]

Plus one.
Edited 2023-05-15 23:44 (UTC)
fishfearme: (gentle neutral)

[personal profile] fishfearme 2023-05-15 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Byleth didn't bother correcting his assumption - he felt a flicker of wry humour at imagining Sothis's indignation at being compared to a dead tree, in fact - and lowered his hand where it rested over his chest.]

I cannot say. It could be the miasma of malice, or the Blight... or perhaps it simply died.

[Trees were both hardy yet sensitive to their surroundings. If the land sickened, then so too, would the tree, and it seemed Kenos was at its terminal stage of this particular illness.]

The 'how' doesn't particularly matter now. What does is... what we do now.

[He turned more towards his impromptu companion, blinking slowly.]

...I don't know your name.
fishfearme: (look down)

[personal profile] fishfearme 2023-05-15 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[Byleth lifted his cloak to peer at who called out to him - and recognised it was Melshi, the one who had accompanied him on the journey into the Beyond. Guard somewhat lowered - the man was still designated as 'ally' in his mind - he ambled a little closer, though he did not lower his cloak from where it was shielding him from the relentless sun.]

No, not yet. I was focused more on possible clues as to what has happened, but... I've been unsuccessful on that front.

[He shifted his weight slightly. Even with his tireless stamina, it was exhausting hold his arms up like this to make effective shade with his cloak. Also this heat...]

What about yourself? Have you found any useful supplies or weapons?
hauntedking: (06)

IIIIa

[personal profile] hauntedking 2023-05-16 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dimitri's on edge after so many days of this. After the last month, with the tree, with the blight, with everything. He's tired - incredibly tired - but his conviction holds, even with the Zenith energy still rotting in his blood. He doesn't want it - doesn't want to abandon the idea of his world or what might be restored. He's been resting, trying to get his strength back - but he knows what comes next. Or rather what needs to happen. His good eye flickers as he notices someone approach.

A face he recognizes.
]

...Amos, isn't it? I never got a chance to check on you after... Vander.

[ He sounds weary. ]

Tired. But aren't we all?

[ He knows what "winning" means. But he's not ready to go that far. Not yet. ]
intervener: (■ apricot tree.)

[personal profile] intervener 2023-05-16 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ thorny (get it bc she's got flowers and plants and-- ok) as she might be, Vash's ~aura~ of a perpetual good-naturedness and concern doesn't waver. does he know there's no real bite behind it? maybe he doesn't care either way. ]

Yeah, something about that pouty expression you've got on, maybe... or that weird nose you've got? Huh. We haven't met before, have we?

[ he puts on a feigned look of Deep Contemplation as he looks at her, as if he doesn't absolutely, totally, for sure know who she is, ]
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🥹❤️

[personal profile] vallt 2023-05-16 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
[jyn's not exactly a medic, but she has more than enough experience to know when something looks bad — and everything she's seeing right now, everything she's hearing? definitely does. her mouth twists into a frown as she considers, eyes moving from the injuries and back up to set's face.

there's silence for a time. then:]


Never did. [her mouth evens out with the eventual reply. maybe, for just a moment, there's a flicker of something that half resembles a smile, before it fades out again.] The knife I found to replace it was shit.

[she crouches down, then, closer. and with the drop in her (admittedly already short) height also comes a drop in her voice. there's a seriousness in both her face and her eyes as she meets his gaze head on (at least as best she can), says:]

Cassian's my friend. If you trust him, you can trust me.

[her words are gentle, but also deliberate — and not something she'd say carelessly, without knowing what has or hasn't been revealed to whom. years of crafting alias after alias and avoiding imperial detection have taught her that.]
intervener: (■ coneflower.)

[personal profile] intervener 2023-05-16 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ that response has some of the smile fading from Vash's expression. even if the constant (and sometimes irritating) state of Communion didn't betray the way hearing 'Melshi's' commitment made his heart squeeze, suppose his countenance would've done him in anyway.

his shoulders sag just a fraction, and he leans slightly closer to where he'd sunk down to sit opposite his friend. ]


Why?

[ maybe it's the wrong question to be asking; it is a vague one, too. but Vash thinks Melshi will understand what he's asking.

why the Zenith...? ]
vallt: (22)

[personal profile] vallt 2023-05-16 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
[that actually gets a snort out of her. it's faint among everything coming through the communion, through the exhaustion that reverberates well beyond herself; it's weak, really, but still there. a hint of it's still there when she says:]

Fuck that.

[but even that hint is quick to flicker out, gone before she can open her mouth again. what she has to say is more serious, anyway, as she turns her head to focus on him, in turn.]

The Shards. I've seen it done.