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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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[personal profile] redsoil 2023-05-17 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
I cannot save you from it. I never promised that, [ he reminds him, even as he allows Dimitri to press his face below the line of his jaw. Set reaches up to tug his hair aside, leaving the bare line of his shoulder displayed for the young man to huddle against, if that is what he needs. Set is not a small man, nor waifish in any capacity; even without his power, he is steady and does not buckle under blows or the weight of a barely-calm warlord with, from what he has heard, insane strength of his own.

He strokes his palm along the back of Dimitri's neck, fussing at the collar of his shirt as he parts his knees and settles his weight a little better against the ground. ]


But, I am here to help you carry the burden. I carry the same responsibility as you, as you have called my name in oath — the madness of my nature must have filled you, pushed you to this [ it is an explanation that sounds like an excuse, a way for Dimitri to move forward by shifting some blame to the god that he had agreed to ally with — ], possessed you.

[ A wry, nasty smile. Haunted, perhaps: ] I have been known to bewitch the hearts of men, after all.
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[personal profile] bakedapple 2023-05-17 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The fact that Link manages to stand there and just watch the guy ladle food into a bowl is a testament to how hard he's trying to be polite. But the moment the bowl is finally offered out to him, Link snatches it in his hands, mutters a "thank you" in response to Sebastian's friendly conversation, and BOLTS from the kitchen.

Through the open window that provides a view into the restaurant proper, Sebastian will see Link reappear and rush outside. Once he's finally standing in the blistering sunlight again — and finally, blessedly away from whatever awful thing keeps watching them in the cursed shadows! — Link wolfs down the stew with such desperation that there's no appreciating all of the work and skill that went into it.

After a few minutes, he's eaten it all, and stands in the sun, gasping to catch his breath.
]
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[personal profile] redsoil 2023-05-17 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ To arrive in the Viomichanikós district and find someone already there was, irritating to say the least, but that irritation was only compounded upon realizing that it was Byleth. Strange, unfathomably awkward, incomprehensible — Byleth. Set observes him for a time, standing bold below the beating, scalding rays of the sun as if willing himself to combust into flame and perish before he has to,

sigh,

address the man. For he has no animosity towards Byleth, he simply does not know how to deal with him. Byleth walks like birds he knows of, can identify by the way he hooks his arms as though urging fish to shelter within his shadow so that he might spear them more readily. The Nile River had its share of riverbirds, fisherbirds, reed-warblers and so the image is not lost on him. What is lost on him is — is he singing? It almost surprises him, to think that such a dour-faced man could do something as artful as sing, considering the skill he had at artistic representations. ]


Well, at least you are healthy. What are you singing?
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[personal profile] fishfearme 2023-05-17 07:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[The lilting song stopped at Set's voice, and slowly Byleth parted his wings- er, lifted his cloak to peek out from beneath the fabric, his green eyes slightly wide with surprise. Embarrassment didn't follow though - instead the surprise melted away, and he straightened up a little bit more, letting the cloak rest over his head and shoulders like a shawl. While he was fairly tolerant of the heat, even he had to admit defeat beneath these scorching rays.]

Oh, you heard me? I was singing Sothis's song.

[After catching Byleth humming it to himself, she had recognised it near instantly. A lullaby she had crafted for her rather rowdy children, she had grumbled - and then she had gotten very quiet and didn't speak to him for the rest of the day. Byleth had enough tact not to prod that bee's nest.]

It makes me feel better. Did you like it? I can sing it for you, if you'd like.
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[personal profile] redsoil 2023-05-17 07:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Why would I ask your permission, if I sought to hurt you?

[ Though Lucien has given a 'maybe', Set does not seek to fold their minds together. If the boy has questions, he would rather give him the time and space to ask them, to have them answered — even if it costs him the 'victory' over someone who has given themselves to the route of an effigy, of being convinced like the Oracle of who they ought to Harmonized to. Others may 'win' Lucien, but Set will do his best not to bring terror to another child. Instead, he trails his hand to the boy's head and strokes across bark, across leafy structures that have become of what would have been his hair. ]

You should always be asked what you want, and your answer should be respected. It does not matter if you are younger, or inexperienced. No one should hurt you for that choice. The adults here — we know violence, and each one of us has a lot to lose. Some fear the loss of the ability to bring back their homes, and some fear the loss of the ability to make what they think is a better future.

[ Even speaking to a child, he does not mince words or speak in allusion. It is direct, to the point, and honest; while he does not smile, the sense of him is calm. Almost experienced, as if he has known children all his life ( or perhaps, if he has been a father to one, beloved boy ). ]

Eustace is a silly man, is he not? His ears are cute. And Dextera is a gentle-hearted young man, but did you know he is scared like you? I have companions in Highstorm, too. I have you. And I knew a well-spoken man named Father Paul, whom I miss sometimes.

[ Set has no issues with killing. He has not, this round, but — it is always on the table. ]

I will not hurt you. I do hurt people, and I have killed many people. For I am the god of war, but I answer to each soul I claim. Not you, though. You should be allowed to make all the choices — right or wrong — and to grow up without having to dirty your hands in this war, Lucien. You should not be made to be afraid.
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[personal profile] sterngaze 2023-05-17 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[It is well that Quetzalcoatl hurries to his side to offer her own shade, since an intersection is coming up in Liem's route, and the sun's angle will soon prove unaccommodating to his want to stay hidden from its glare. The exposed skin of his face already stings enough from the sun's abuse, and he still feels a little wobbly and desiccated from the heat. He aims a small, wry smile her way, even as he continues his trek along the lifted and uneven paving.]

I doubt any of Golarion's deserts could prove fiercer.

[Taldor had a rather mild, warm climate, but he can't imagine any normal desert proving more punishing than this unnatural, unsetting sun. Though, as they make their way towards a fork in the road ahead, he shakes his head slightly within his hood.]

No… not this cloak. [He would love to have a cloak imbued with magic against the sun; most of his garb back home had been imbued with magic of some kind of another. But he has found that such craftsmanship seems to be a rarity here. Unfortunately, Liem's current cloak is only expensive — not magical.] I was speaking of the spell that I often use to shield myself from daylight. It seems to shred apart after only a short while in direct sun.

[Which is… sort of the exact thing that spell is not meant to do.]
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[personal profile] sterngaze 2023-05-17 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[Perhaps sitting down with someone, with another harbinger, whose despair and misery is just as wretched as his own, is not the best way for Liem to distract himself from his own predicament. As he takes John's invitation and settles carefully next to him, the tenor of the emotions rolling off of him mingle so freely with Liem's that he struggles to tell where his own black feelings end and John's begin. The distraction hardly seems worth the cost.

And yet, how could he leave the other man be, expecting him to weather his misery in solitude, when the extent of it is, to Liem of all people, so plainly obvious? He cannot. Even though John is no ally of his, he cannot turn a blind eye to the suffering before him, not when he feels it so keenly.
]

I am weary of trials like this one.

[He observes it with a sigh, leaning back against the lumpy root wall behind him. For him, it is distressingly like the time he'd spent below the Regent's citadel, suffering on the floor as he fought to fend off the despair crawling through his body. That the experience is somehow similar for John despite their different allegiances is most strange, and not especially comforting.]

I'd thought my conviction steady — and yours too, for how swiftly you made your own choice. And yet, the Oracle demands its struggle.
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[personal profile] leicesters 2023-05-17 09:25 pm (UTC)(link)
I'd rather steer clear of Dimitri for now, thanks.

[He might just provoke him into another rage if he isn't still in one right now, and nobody wants that (except Set). Still, knowing that Byleth is a restraining force on Sothis is both reassuring but worrying. What if it was all a contest of wills, and Byleth found he no longer had any willpower to fight back one day? In that way, Sothis's assurances ring hollow.

They have bigger things to worry about, though, so he sighs.]


You once entrusted the Byleth of my world with your power when he needed it most. I suppose I can't deny you want to help him. Just-- give him back, when the time comes.

[She can interpet that request however she thinks things here will turn out.]
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[personal profile] fishfearme 2023-05-17 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)
When one makes a heartfelt request, they use manners and say 'please' - especially when speaking to a god.

[Yet Sothis didn't seem overly hostile to Claude's demand despite her words. Instead she was scrutinising him closely, like he was a very interesting bug she had found under a particularly slimy rock.]

I am curious, though... whence does this concern of yours spring from? Last I recall, my vessel didn't even know of your existence. Are you like Dimitri? Are you projecting the ghost of your own beloved Byleth onto my vessel? They are not the same person.
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[personal profile] leicesters 2023-05-17 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[Claude has a please on the tip of his tongue that's about as sarcastic and irreverent as the prayer he once said to her in the goddess tower after the dance, but she's already asking him another question, so he'll hold that back for now.]

The surface similarities are evident, and I'd be a liar if I denied that. But everything Teach and I-- 'Teach' is the Byleth from my world-- went through... That's irreplaceable.

It's more like the Byleth I know had a twin brother, they grew up together, but at some point they split and went down different life paths. He's no more Teach to me than I would be the Claude from his world. But I still understood him in a way most people never will... And before I knew it, I began to cherish the time we've spent together here, too.
Edited (repeating a repeated word repetitively) 2023-05-17 21:50 (UTC)
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[personal profile] fishfearme 2023-05-17 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
.........

[Sothis was about as expressive as Byleth in that moment, and the only sign that Sothis simply hadn't left mid-conversation and left a puzzled Byleth in the lurch was her piercing, hawkish gaze, emphasised by the slight preternatural glow that made the green irises even more vivid than normal. She stared at Claude so hard it was as if her gaze was trying to cleave him to the bone.]

...your answer is... satisfactory.

[So why did she sound like it hurt her to admit that...]

Which is fortunate for you. I would not want my vessel to be entangled in such affairs. His heart is fragile, though he of course hides it well.

[Not from her, though. The slew of troubles and petty worries she had been buried under once Byleth had overcome his initial hesitance and wariness towards her had been startling. At first, she had been irritated and unhelpful, aggravated by being treated as nothing more than a voice of conscience squeaking in the back of Byleth's mind. But after a while...

She blamed boredom, or nostalgia. Byleth was practically a baby - albeit a very deadly baby - and Sothis always had a soft spot for her more helpless children, especially when they tugged at her skirts and demanded attention. So, she swallowed her irritation and counselled him... and found that it wasn't really all that irritating at all. It did mean she was privy to Byleth's more intimate and embarrassing concerns - well, before. She had no idea what would be troubling him now in this new nightmarish scenario she had no recollection of entering.]


At least I do not have to worry myself about you becoming deranged or attempting to assassinate my vessel. Not like the last two...

[Dimitri as the bloodthirsty one (which was a surprise, the Dimitri of their world was startlingly stable) and Shez as the backstabbing Agarthan snake she only grudgingly tolerated because Byleth had worn her down about him. Eventually.]
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[personal profile] leicesters 2023-05-17 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[Claude meets her gaze with his down deeper green eyes, unwavering, and still, perhaps, with a hint of defiance. He doesn't want her approval and never asked for it, but he's certainly used to being evaluated. At the roundtable, by rivals, by people who would metaphorically cut him down if he showed even a flicker of weakness. Sothis may be little threat right now by comparison, particularly when hamstrung by her vessel, but he does have to acknowledge that keeping her happy will make things easier for Byleth, in the long run.]

Yeah... I probably should have been more explicit in my warnings to Byleth about that. I saw Dimitri like that in my world, and while I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt...

[Seeing that kind of darkness in someone, it doesn't go away easily. It's the kind of bloodlust that could rival that of the Death Knight.]

In any case, you have my word that I won't hurt Byleth. He means too much to me for me to even consider it.
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[personal profile] fishfearme 2023-05-17 10:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Hmmm...

[Pretty words, yet that was all they were to her: words. Humans were skilled at saying one thing while planning the opposite - all while concealing a knife behind their back to boot. She did not trust Claude in the slightest, and unless she ascertained the truth of his words herself by forcing a 'trade' - what would happen when Meridian exchanged Meridian energy? - and peering into the viscera of his thoughts and emotions, she would have to make do by simply keeping a very, very close eye on him.]

The promises uttered by mortals mean little and less to me. [An irritated grunt.] But in these circumstances, I have no choice but to accept your flimsy 'word'. Your actions will speak for you, in the end.
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[personal profile] leicesters 2023-05-17 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Don't goddesses like vows and stuff?

[He shrugs... but again, knows full well the rites and rituals around the Church of Seiros have very little to do with the being standing before him, if anything.]

How's he holding up, anyway? Physically, I mean. If you need to let him have some rest, I can keep watch. [Byleth trusts him with that task, even if Sothis wouldn't.]
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[personal profile] diversionist 2023-05-17 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ cassian andor does, in this moment, feel like a child.

flayed open and vulnerable, completely transparent to the god in front of him; and the reciprocity of this does not bring him the relief he would've expected. has felt, the last times he traded energies. cassian andor is a spy, and secrets are his trade, information the currency of his profession. the openness going both ways is a safety net; when both have something to lose, have a blaster to the other's weak point, then they're more likely to work harmoniously. sometimes, anyway. shared interests can overcome much, if not all, hostility. a lesson he learned quickly of the rebel alliance itself, strained as the relations across its different cells often are.

cassian andor is a spy, and no one can ever be allowed to see the whole of him. not even his allies, not even most of his superiors, and certainly not anyone when he's out in the field. except that obfuscation has been a necessity since he was a child: nine years old and being taught how to lie about his name, his age, his home planet, his family. the only mother he's ever known died two decades later, the last person left to know his whole story. and even she hadn't lived to see him become a weapon in the hands of the rebellion. all this to say: it isn't until set lifts a palm to his face, infinitely gentle in this touch, that cassian realizes he was awaiting condemnation. even the words in another world's tongue, comprehensible to him through communion, bear no sharp edges at all.

(unlike cassian. he's bidden, do not let this comfort dull your edges, and the whisper of a response that comes is that he is nothing but sharp edges. there is no softness left to him. even soothing, cleansing zenith cannot change that.)

he swallows. and he looks at this ex-tyrant who would beg for an alignment even as it burns his hands, eyes bright with tears, for love. something as pure and simple as the love for a child; and, bound in communion like this, a love that cassian feels as keenly as if it sprang from his own heart.

(on the day of maarva's funeral, he had been asked to take care of himself. he had answered, rueful, it's too late for that. that is the sense that filters through communion now, without words, in response to this god's blessing. lifted from his war, he has some semblance of a purpose here in this conflict and these people. purpose, not life, is what's left to him.)

he swallows, and he says nothing. ]
Edited 2023-05-18 01:34 (UTC)
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[personal profile] youngprodigy 2023-05-17 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
I... I'm hearing Nero's voice.

[Though it's not someone he's discussed with her before, his tone alone makes it more than obvious it's someone he loves.]

Telling me Lady Yima is lying. It's not him. It isn't.
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[personal profile] youngprodigy 2023-05-17 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
It isn't pointless.

[That's said emphatically, clearly meant to be comforting.]

We may disagree on the fate of our worlds, but continuing on, living is never pointless.
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[personal profile] fishfearme 2023-05-17 10:54 pm (UTC)(link)
...

[Sothis turned away slightly, her expression creasing into a wary frown. She trusted Claude about as far as he could thro... oh, no, she didn't. She could throw him pretty far, thinking on it. Fine. As far as Claude could throw her. There was also the fact that Claude was just a flimsy little human, and there were some freaks in this chamber who would definitely be able to overpower him. Sothis and Byleth will be vulnerable if the physical body was asleep.]

...with my Crest Stone, my vessel does not require as much sleep as you mortals. But, it has been days and even I can feel the body fatigue...

[She was clearly mulling it over, torn between her inherent dislike and distrust of humans, and the desire to ensure her vessel remained in peak condition for the battles to come. Additionally, considering her memories leading up to her waking up within Byleth... it was obvious she had died in her sleep somehow. While she didn't fear sleep as a result, it did leave her intensely paranoid about just dumping her vessel unconscious in an open area filled with hostiles. If she died like that she'd be so furious she'd defy reality and physically manifest in this chamber to kill everyone.]

So. It was a difficult choice to make.]
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[personal profile] erbe 2023-05-17 11:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[The recognition is a bit unsettling. To know in some way that you're being perceived. Yet it's difficult to hide yourself in these circumstances, and even more troublesome still to try and hide from someone who may very well be so much like you — enough to know the warning signs. Tohsaka refuses to acknowledge it. However she does offer:]

Tohsaka, [Her surname should be enough for now, right?]

[She picks at the scab cut across her palm. Peeling away the freshly semi-healed skin. Ugh, by the time this is over her perfect complexion will probably be gently scarred.]

Do you find it easier trading with strangers?
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[personal profile] erbe 2023-05-17 11:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's a huge tidal wave of negative emotion. Burning like flame as it licks over him and scorches the immediate area with restrained rage.]

Oh my, oh dear! It seems like a blind man has decided to seat himself next to me and beg to have all his hair pulled out like yanking weeds from a garden! Should I grant his request?
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[personal profile] eyesite 2023-05-17 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
That's not what I mean, and you know it.

( these past few weeks have been a trial for john even before the visions he'd been given while semi-consciousness in his dissipation had come true, taking the form of the empty, blasted cities they had wandered through before being drawn into this tomb. he's scarcely had time to recover from death, and now... though the Meridian certainly might not understand how or why, that sense of questioning finality and of hope is like salt rubbed into unhealing wounds. john wants to be rid of it just as much as dimitri wishes to be rid of what Zenith leeches into his soul, but he doesn't want to be hasty or foolish in his trades.

he also certainly doesn't want to be physical about them.

he gives the tall, younger man a severe stare before breathing out a sigh. he doesn't want to deny him, especially if he is strong in his choice. but, as is john's wont, he's never much one for giving something away for free. even if it's information — even if it's a story — it's simply not in his nature to do so. )


Take some deep breaths - try to calm down. I'm willing to help you. But — ( some of the harshness fades from his gaze; it's just as deep, just as hungry, but it's bizarrely tempered by the humanity that still remains in him, made soft despite its endless curiosity. his voice drops to a lower decibel, trying to keep the conversation between just them, ) You've told me a lot about your worst experiences of your world... Why is it that you need to go back so desperately?

( one could easily read his question as insidious, if they wanted to. for a man who literally needs to collect the worst fears of others in order to survive, it's understandable to be wary of someone who would demand so much that was so closely personal to others (particularly those they were technically enemies with). but his intention as it is now is pure in that it's exactly what it has been for jonathan sims all along: I just want to know. it's embedded within his psyche that a more complete knowledge of something, of avoiding ignorance or confusion at all costs, will help or shield him in the future.

even if that proclivity has only ever made him into exactly what he is now. )
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[personal profile] eyesite 2023-05-17 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
( the magnitude of intensity for which Communion resonated between him and those similarly marked by the symbol of the Harbinger is disconcerting even for john, and it's in his very role and purpose to sympathetically link himself with others, to hear their deepest and most traumatic fears, to feel them as presently for himself as they had been felt by their originator, and then to inscribe them upon himself as a living Archive to their testament. in that way, this type of Communion isn't exactly novel to him, but its persistence and its indiscretion are. as much as the Archivist demands the secrets of others, he is hypocritically unhappy to have his own pried away from where he usually keeps them kept close to the chest.

even with their shared sense of emotional sympathy, the finer details as to what he grapples with are still left indistinct and obfuscated. but there is one predominant feeling that comes through, which colors and saturates all else: whatever it is that makes john reject Meridian, which makes him reject the idea of fighting for the return of his home, is a profound feeling of guilt. whatever it is that makes him reject it, he feels as though it's his fault.

bitterly, the corners of his mouth hike into a grim smile, and he gives a single, harsh-edged laugh. )
Don't tell me things like this are a pattern.

( he knows many of the Shard-Bearers here hold much longer histories to this struggle, to kenos and the world horos that had seemingly preceded it. though, the more he thinks of it, the more it makes sense that "to suffer" becomes a common through-line in this conflict. when deciding the fate of all that is, it simply wouldn't do if it were any easier, would it? )

Well, that's just the thing about convictions. They're only as strong as the challenges that they weather. ( he turns slightly to look at liem out of the corner of one eye, remembering how he had introduced himself in alenroux — a holy man, one who identifies himself first and foremost of a church. )

It's the same with faith, isn't it? What's the point in having faith, if one doesn't occasionally have doubts?

( john's own lack of faith in what he says illustrates his own thoughts on the subject. he's not necessarily an atheist — the Fears are ostensibly gods, albeit not in the classic sense, and he himself is proof of their existence. but he feels he cannot believe in anything he can't see, he can't hear, he can't derive any proof of. all he knows is that once a person dies, they are beyond the reach of the fears, even the End — whether that is the protection of God or simply cessation to be, he supposes it's not his place to know. )
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[personal profile] hauntedking 2023-05-17 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Dimitri is, admittedly, hesitant to simply drink from it - but when Link does he follows. Because really... it's been a long day or two. He kneels and lifts a handful of the water to take a drink. The taste is... poor. But it's wet. ]

...I worry it might not be safe, but I suppose we must pick our choice of evils.
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[personal profile] hauntedking 2023-05-17 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ When this is all over, maybe Dimitri will have a clearer head. Right now, just getting close is almost enough. Byleth is possessed by another. He doesn't know if he wants Claude to see him like this. So that leaves Set - at least for now. He takes a deep breath and then another. He's trying to settle, to become something calmer than he is, that deep pit of anger and despair inside of him wanting to drag him back down. ]

...it isn't your doing.

[ He acknowledges that with a laugh that's more desperate than amused. ]

This is darkness of my own. Anger and vengeance. I - I told you once that I thought I understood...

[ He swallows hard. ]

Maybe you understand now. I just - I couldn't allow them to take it all away, Set. You understand, don't you?
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[personal profile] hauntedking 2023-05-17 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Dimitri hasn't yet snapped. He isn't yet an angry, raging man or beast, desperate to win at any cost, even if it means caking his hands in blood. Right now he's just tired, albeit a touch relieved from the clarity that he thinks will come in the future. He returns John's look with one of his own - although his is probably more tired than anything else. ]

I'm calm...

[ For now. He regards John. Knows there's something more to this, knows he's Zenith.

What does he say to him?
]

...because my friends need to be brought back. Because I have a duty to the people I am meant to rule. I will try everything - everything - that I can. Because that is what it means to be a king.