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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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Diluc ❖ The Purge: Of What Mercy

[personal profile] sharethememory 2023-05-18 07:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's the absence of familiar noise that rings the loudest.

Being trapped in this cramped cavern is unbearably noisy - no one would doubt such a claim. But having performed the Blight-cleansing ritual prior to being trapped here, there are a few calming presences that Zhongli had been able to pick out among the others: the gentle warmth of the brightest sun in Meridian, the calm collected demeanor of the follower of the Church, and probably most calming was the ball of energy and chaos that was one vanguard to Her Majesty of snow and ice. But now that the final voice has been silenced-- only unfamiliar chaos remains. The kind that rings in Zhongli's ears and itches under his skin until he drifts as far away from it as this crowded space will allow. (There really isn't anywhere to go, is there?)

He does not stay close to Rosaria, and it is not because he feels any sort of anger towards her. Quite the opposite, he feels only appreciation and respect for her unwavering conviction in what was right. Childe had been suffering and Zenith needs to win the Oracle. On all accounts, it was the correct logical decision. But the haunting call of Teyvat from those parts of the Meridian influence Zhongli could not dispel makes him volatile. Makes him irrational. He cannot stay close to Rosaria.

He cannot feel or see Kaeya among the throng of Shard Bearers. And as fond as Zhongli is of the people of Kenos, of the friends he has found in others here, that is not what he needs wants right now. He craves whatever remnants of his world that he can find - and what a privilege position that is when he does sense another grounding presence from the City of Freedom.

Like an oasis in a desert, Zhongli is immediately drawn to the other regardless of what Diluc might be occupied doing at the moment. He doesn't even know what he is going to do when he gets there as obvious by the many long awkward seconds after he approaches the other, eyes vacant and expression blank. Something bubbles under the surface of all that though, just waiting for a slip of control to release the pressure.

Finally, as way of greeting:
]

What a truly vexing place this is.
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+1 MURDER

[personal profile] sharethememory 2023-05-18 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ Perhaps in kinder times, Zhongli would find a way to come to a logical conclusion of mercy for Mr. Tibbs. Unfortunately, once death and suffering of civilians is tossed into the mix, he becomes quite less generous. ]

He is an intelligent creature who made his choices and now must face the consequences of his actions.

Unless some new information reveals why he should be spared, I see no reason to offer him the mercy he denied so many. Seal him away or leave him here when you are finished if you are opposed to killing him outright, but fostering further resentment within him will only put others at risk in the future.
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[personal profile] sharethememory 2023-05-18 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ This guy gets it. ]

Agreed. I do not believe we have the luxury or methods of rebuilding trust with one that would choose to do something as rashly as this considering our current situation.
Edited 2023-05-18 07:34 (UTC)
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[personal profile] eyesite 2023-05-18 07:51 am (UTC)(link)
( the only thing john hates more than being looked at like this is the fact that he doesn't entirely hate it — there's something deep and Pavlovian embedded within his mind that assuages him when looked at with fear or horror, because it has typically accompanied him taking a statement (or, more accurately, compelling one). as a person, he abhors it, and he abhors inciting such horror from her, but as the Archivist and an avatar tied to the Eye — well, it's fortunate that his connection to it is stifled, and he's without his ability to compel. it would have been a near-impossible Herculean effort to not demand answers from her, seeking not only this fear that she has extended to him unwittingly but also where it stems from, the experiences and the traumas which have buried it so deep within her psyche.

instead, she speaks the truth before she once again turns to a lie. the worn lines of his face crumple somewhat in sympathy; her fear is cold, sharp, and cutting, like bracing winter wind. seeing the shape of it as it breathes and writhes in front of him, he can understand its formlessness, how it seems to shift and contort to face all sides. there is no perfect conclusion of this situation for her. she either remains loyal to an eventuality that will doom her, or she betrays it for a similar outcome.

and he looks at her and can't help but remember the faces of each of those that worked in the Archives when he told them the way they could finally escape. of course, only melanie had taken such an extreme option, but... he had respected her for it, even if losing her (and watching her resort to such a thing) had pained him. they had all been similarly trapped, and they faced similarly grim consequences. )


Do you feel as though Meridian protects you now? ( the truly insidious thing about john right now is that he doesn't even fully know what he's doing. just like when he would notice someone when he was shopping for groceries, or getting a coffee before going into the Archives, or just walking down the street — he would be doing an everyday, mundane thing, and then he would suddenly be hunting, and that line was crossed so quickly that he barely noticed it. here, instead, he weaves words and thoughts with the Zenith energy that pervades him: a questioning doubt, but also the resigned calm that comes with accepting what is initially difficult to grasp. ) If that's truly the way you feel... are they your guardians, or are they your wardens?

I — ...Well, no, I-I probably couldn't protect you, I bloody well can't protect myself, but - others could. Zenith could. What you've done in the past doesn't have to matter, not if you make them understand - and I could make them understand.

( it's one of his only strengths, as the Archivist. )

What you want... it isn't too much to ask for. It shouldn't be. ( she stands before him like any soul from his own world might have, present with the knowledge that a Meridian victory would send them back to whatever hellscape they were interned to, forced into a miserable existence of confusion and pain and terror all to feed their captors, their domains, and the Ceaseless Watcher itself. but unlike all of those people that he leaves to Oblivion — because he truthfully believes that it must be better than the torture they would face if returned to their world — he can try to help this one. he can betray his instincts as an avatar of the Eye and try to save her from such a hopeless fate.

jonathan sims is not a fighter, so some might be quick to write him off as a threat amongst Zenites. but he is dangerous in a very different way: he believes wholeheartedly in its goals, and he genuinely believes it's for the best. that mournful earnestness makes him that much more difficult to reject outright. )


Let me help you. I - I just want to help.
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[personal profile] sharethememory 2023-05-18 07:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ah, Childe looks even worse up close which causes Zhongli's brows to furrow in confusion. He had assumed that the Harbinger would be even more wild and unfettered after a round of exhilarating combat, but instead he looks much more akin to a prey animal trying not to show weakness in front of a predator. Strange. Something inside bubbles on the surface of the shared communion from Zhongli before settling back into placid emotionlessness.

Zhongli opens his mouth to speak, uncharacteristically unsure as he mentally tosses aside anything that may fall under the umbrella of overt concern. That leaves him with precious few options:
]

Did it not live up to your expectations?

[ It being Set, but yanno. ]
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[personal profile] leicesters 2023-05-18 09:02 am (UTC)(link)
I could. Here-- [He reaches to the nape of his neck, retrieves the gleaming golden shard, now with a drop of her own blood crystallised in the middle, and holds it out to her. Maybe it's because she held it once already without harming it, maybe it's because it carries that little piece of her within it now, but he feels more comfortable with her holding it than he did before.

There's always that reflexive fear-- what if she changes her mind? What if she betrays him? But for this to work, for him to get through to her at all, he knows he has to disregard that voice of doubt.]


Take it, and I'll say it again.
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[personal profile] passio 2023-05-18 09:03 am (UTC)(link)


[ set reminds him, in this moment, of what he wishes the archangel would be. reflective, regretful—it’s cold to wish someone would feel remorse, perhaps, but dextera can’t help himself when they’re standing on the precipice.

he should be with the archangel now. maybe after he speaks to set. ]


Do you think you’ll get to see him again?

[ dextera thinks they’ve lost, that the zenites will destroy this world and make a new one any day now, so he cuts right to it. ]
warmare: (恐慌)

[personal profile] warmare 2023-05-18 09:15 am (UTC)(link)
[... He sounds confident. He reaches for his shard so easily, so smoothly, that it catches Hayame off-guard. Something in her own shard throbs dully between her breasts, drops of blood calling to each other as he holds out the shard...

Surely it isn't going to happen. Once she has a hold of his shard, she will be able to expose him for a liar, well-meaning liar though it might be. Or perhaps... perhaps when she had been suffering from the Blight her mind had been too rattled to have sense, and perhaps this time when she holds it she will discover something lurking she did not before...

So why does she look almost terrified when she steps forward and reaches out to curl her fingers around his shard?]
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we love him for it

[personal profile] sharethememory 2023-05-18 09:28 am (UTC)(link)
Voryn then.

[ Zhongli replies as he takes Voryn's hands in his, thumbs pressing slow circles against the back of them.

Honestly, it does sound mad. But then again, Blight was most likely brought about by misuse of time magic. Zhongli himself had often wondered if Lady Yima possessed a talent for the craft herself, being the sole person able to pull wayward souls from the grip of the Great Tree. Add in Aetos's own ability to pull in random monsters from supposed dead realms and the trinkets from home that found their way to the marketplace---

The manipulation of time seemed to be at the root of everything.

So why couldn't this vision be the reality?
]

Upon our first meeting, I asked you if you believed in the certainty of fate to which you answered "everything can be seen from a different perspective." So allow me to try to embrace it if this is your perspective.

You believe this place scorched from the sun and bereft of life could be the end result between this game of Sun and Moon. Or perhaps--- this is the respite before the next round begins.

[ Perhaps he is layering his own biased worldview on top of Voryn's but at least to Zhongli, together they form a clearer picture. ]

That is an unsettling thought, but not a hopeless one. Not if there might be ways to walk a different path.
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[personal profile] leicesters 2023-05-18 10:09 am (UTC)(link)
[His breath catches when she takes his shard, but this time at least, her hand feels warm, not the blighted biting cold of before. He meets her gaze, his heart hammering in his chest, knowing one misstep here could ruin things between them for good. For once, he needs to be sincere.]

I consider you a friend, Hayame. I trust you with my life, and I admire you. You're strong, and principled, and you're willing to fight for what you believe in, and to save your people, even if it means you have to bear unimaginable burdens on your own. I do admire that, but I also worry. If anything happened to you, I...

[His gaze falters. He's worried for all their fates here (some more than others, truthfully), and no amount of his usual confidence and bluster is present to mask that any more. But in particular he's worried for Hayame, for what might happen if she makes too many enemies while they're trapped here or after, and they all descend on her like a pack of wolves to tear her apart and crush her shard for good. She is, after all, much better at burning bridges than building them.

He prefers the opposite. Maybe he can help her.

He meets her gaze again, and this time, ebbing over the current of worry and dread he feels: that gentle, growing warmth she would have become familiar with from their communion, ever since they traded blood. A wellspring of affection, if she dared to hold his shard long enough to acknowledge it.]


I care about you. So I'd like it if you thought of me as yours, too.
warmare: (裏切者)

[personal profile] warmare 2023-05-18 11:24 am (UTC)(link)
[Hayame has made a mistake.

All her life she has never allowed herself to rely on anyone. Even the half-brother who looked enough like their dam to look like her... she had spurned his aid and his affection for fear it would be seen as weakness. As a mare she had needed to be twice as cold, twice as strong, and twice as loyal as any stallion to earn any respect or prestige in the breeding stables... and any hint of receiving help or attention from another, particularly a man, invited only vindication that she was as weak as her sex was meant to be. She had striven to be a warrior in order not to be sold as a broodmare or a mount, and so she had never allowed herself to falter. She had made herself into a woman who could even deceive herself to thinking she preferred it that way.

But the taste of welcome she had received in that hidden village in the mountains, where she had gone from prisoner of war to something more... it had put cracks into everything she'd forced herself to believe... and then it had all been ripped from her when she'd been brought to Horos before she could even think on what it all meant. Before she could understand what it was to be a friend or a lover.

And now she's standing in a dirty tunnel in the dark clutching a golden, crescent-shaped shard that tells her beyond a doubt that the words Claude is saying are true. She's holding his godsdamned soul in her hand, and if there was an ounce of insincerity in him she would sense it... but she doesn't. Instead... it is affection in her hands, offering warmth an comfort if she'd just take it. But how-]


Why?

[He'd listed reasons, but she still can't understand it. It seemed like so much that she did for her personal honor or even for the sake of Meridian only served to alienate her further and further from the others, so why- ? Her fingers curl tightly around the shard in her hand, fighting the urge to throw it away from her in fear of the emotions that well up uncontrollably from where the gem touches her skin. She has two other shards on her person, and he doesn't even now. If he did, he wouldn't be saying these things, he'd be condemning her like she's sure the others will, but she has to do it because someone has to do it, and-

Something wet glistens at the bottom edge of the leather patch she wears over her left eye, the same one she had stabbed out of the demon under the watchful eyes of the Iconoclast effigy. The tears form more properly in her remaining one, beading shameful and hot in the corner and on her lashes, threatening to disgrace her by overflowing.]


What is wrong with you... ?

[It's the only answer that makes sense. Her brother, Matsukaze... she'd ruined everything for anyone who dared to care for her, and now this man-]
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[personal profile] diversionist 2023-05-18 12:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ THANK YOU ]

We have enough problems on our hands, without needing to worry about this one making the situation worse.

[ you know, agAIN ]
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[personal profile] leicesters 2023-05-18 12:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh-- [He realises, after a slight delay, that she's tearing up. He reaches up on reflex as if he wants to touch her cheek, below her good eye, but he falters. He doesn't have her acceptance, only, it seems, grief and confusion.]

A lot of things, probably? [He smiles weakly, a little joke at his own expense, his hand lowering back to his side.] But I don't think there's anything wrong with the way I feel. Or how you feel, for that matter. If you want to cry, then cry.

[No one else can see her here. They might notice through communion, sure, but there are so many other emotions swirling around the group like so much background noise, it might offer some scant privacy, too.]
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[personal profile] warmare 2023-05-18 01:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[How pathetic it is, that she wishes his hand would bridge that scant gap and find her cheek. Just once... just once, someone had held her shoulders while she cried, and she misses... she misses those strong hands and comforting arms a universe away. Just once, when that strange pollen had been in the air, someone had held her hand and pressed another to her cheek, but no matter how many times she had mimicked the gesture with her own hands... it had never done anything again.

How weak it is, that the tears begin to spill.

To prevent herself from reaching for his hand, she curls hers over his shard and hugs it to her chest, her expression strained with still attempting to hold back tears. Her shoulders round, struggling for words, for anything that might make a world that someone wanted to be her friend make sense.]


You don't even... If you truly knew me- If you knew everything I have done-

[He would not call her a friend, then.

She ruins everything, even the things she wants most. Like how she forgets that there is someone else's shard tucked into her shirt- that now that she is holding Claude's shard so close to her breast, he will be able to sense just a single layer of cloth away.

It's Liem Talbott.]
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[personal profile] bakedapple 2023-05-18 01:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Another series of questions followed by a brief silence from Link. The answer feels very obvious, the words to express it are not. And he is endeavoring to answer as honestly and emphatically as he can. ]

Because... if the Zenith wins, I lose everything.

[ Everything he's ever cared for, everything he's fought for... all that Link has done to try to bring his kingdom back from disaster already... it would all be wasted.

It's a deceptively simple answer and one that most Meris would give. But here, as they sit face to face in the dark halls beneath the dead Tree, Link's simple words start to blossom into something more. The power of the Effigy is like a sieve, and as Link begins to bear his soul, the thoughts that pour forth wash over the fine mesh, leaving shadows and echos behind.

A castle enveloped in evil essence, crumbling to ruin as the years go on. Broken furniture the hollow remains of a family home. The sound of a horse's hooves clopping on the ground as Link rides through a decimated village, reduced down to nothing but stone foundations after 100 years of chaos and scavenging. Who were they? How did they live? What did they treasure? What knowledge did they possess that is gone forever? How did they love one another, how did they fight? What songs did they sing? All lost. Forever. And that was the first time. So many thousands gone, because he failed, while a handful of survivors were left to grieve and struggle to survive.

And yet, he is the one who got not only a second chance but a third chance. Somehow, it was only his death that was reversed. Somehow, it was only his soul that Yima plucked from the timestream. He came back the first time for a singular purpose: to try to make it right. And now he is in Kenos, ostensibly with a choice, to save his world or let it fade away. How could he rationalize abandoning it?

A shudder goes through Link's shoulders. He can feel it, the Effigy's unique understanding of the sentiment behind his simple, one-sentence answer. Narrowing his eyes as if in pain, he looks up at the masked man, almost as if pleading with him.
]

I won't... abandon them. I won't.
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[personal profile] warmare 2023-05-18 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[There it is.

Hayame is silent in the face of his confession, looking him over critically with the single eye that remains to her. (Now the same eye that a demon has remaining to him, after she had begun the ritual by revenging herself in front of half the shard-bearers.) She thinks, immediately, that perhaps... she should neutralize him right now. Despite his tall frame and musculature, Dextera has always struck her as weak in the mind- too weak to rely on, too mute to fight beside in battle.

But that would be one less Meridian. One less number to count for a victory. So-]


Then you will stay by my side.

[Her voice is firm and commanding.]

I will not allow you to be swayed so long as you are there.
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[personal profile] vallt 2023-05-18 02:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[there are files on her, multiples of them, scattered across imperial databases and the alliance's own records both, that all probably say similar things, even if the name jyn erso doesn't appear on nearly any of them. they say, probably, that she's belligerent and aggressive, and while that sort of thing isn't primed to list off virtues, patience certainly wouldn't be listed among hers.

even as a child, she'd rarely shown it, and her father had always shaken his head at her, laughing softly and fondly, as she'd become bored with one of his lessons on irrigation droids within moments and torn off over the black sands of lah'mu. stardust, he'd often tell her, don't ever change.

yet, here she stands now, holding set's hand with both of hers, completely still, with a well of patience that has yet to run out.

under his clear agony, there's a war going on within him; this close, with the physical contact, that's more than apparent. his hesitance, too, is understandable; it's more than understandable. she sympathizes, because this isn't exactly her idea of fun, either.

so, she listens. and in a pause:]


I like that, [she tells him, genuinely; it's not that the majority of these lessons are new (she'd had eight years of them from saw), but she likes how he explains things. when his eyes land on her face, they'll see a smile.] Thanks. I'll keep it in mind.

[there's a war going on within him, but what becomes clear to her above all else is the gathering energy of the zenith — cool and calming, even with just the impression of it.

her inhale is sharp, but the exhale is long and low. she can't deny that in some ways, with the fire that's burned inside her for her entire life, that energy, something so cool and calming, is a relief.

for now, because he seems to be doing a little better, she opts to keep him talking, adding, with a tilt of her head:]


Don't know if I've ever seen a bagh nakh, though.
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[personal profile] leicesters 2023-05-18 02:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[He keeps expecting some kind of angry dismissal, to be told to leave and to get away from her, but it doesn't come. Instead, she's crying in earnest, seeming to retreat into herself, and he steps closer, this time finding the courage to touch her shoulder, as if to coax her into an embrace in the same way she clutches his shard close to her.

Yet something gives him pause. The way she hugs his soul to her chest is paradoxically warm and chilling: with a jolt of realisation, he can feel that shard, so close to his own, and he's familiar enough with seeing him around in Meridian communions to know that it's Liem. He doesn't turn away from her in disgust, though.]


What happened?

[He's in no position to judge. He's commanded wars; armies have fought and died by his hand, and nations have fallen. One life, even the life of an ally, isn't something he can condemn with any moral high ground. But, he does want to know why she did it.]
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[personal profile] vallt 2023-05-18 03:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[after her wince, the exhaustion sets in again. that's what it's like to be down here, trapped with pressure closing in on her skull, with energies and thoughts and feelings all so close they've become a muddled mess — flashes of anger just to feel something, followed, mostly, by exhaustion. the breath she exhales is long, and her eyes flick up to claude's, considering. apologies usually aren't something she gives; she keeps any brewing one silent to herself now, too.

but she comes to a decision. there's a certainty, a resolve, in her voice when she tells him:]


We can help each other.

[the pressure, the energies — they still loom. and maybe, just maybe, they're taking her closer to the inevitable —]

Zenith. That's what you're looking to trade, right? I can take it.
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[personal profile] warmare 2023-05-18 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[Osiris might be a god, but the thing attached to Set is only a shade... and that shade isn't welcome in Hayame's territory. The minute he steps into the snows it is quieter, fainter in the face of a mind that did not believe in him- that, though she had sworn her service and her violence for the god of war's blessing, barely believed in gods at all. Certainly not ones she had not exchanged blood with.

Hayame flinches away instinctively from a hand approaching her wounded eye, the eyepatch flickering in and out of existence and flashing hints of what lay beneath- what she found so disgusting and shameful, that dark, empty eye socket with perfect eyelids, as if the eye had been removed by a surgeon and not a demon's fingers. And though she flinches first... the conflict twists her facial expression, her lips, she wants so badly to just-

To tilt her head so that she might wordlessly beg for his fingers to stroke along her cheek, to find some place for it to rest in his palm. On that day when the pollen had been so heavy in the air she had felt Amos' hand there, as they found themselves accidentally sharing similarities in their pasts, and ever since... she has craved the warm comfort of that sort of touch. (Craved a lewder sort of touch, ever since that night after the masquerade.) But when she touched herself... it didn't do anything at all...]


I hate so much of what you do...

[Her voice whispers out, a shudder working it's way down her long spine. (But it's worth noting, even if she doesn't notice... that she says what he does and not what he is.)]

I know how to be a warrior-

[She swallows, her eyes (one eye and one empty lid) fluttering closed. It feels like a lie-]

Not how to be a friend-

[What is she supposed to do? Is she supposed to overlook his plans? Because she cannot. Is she supposed to calm her rage? She does not know if she can. Is she supposed to overlook how he fraternizes with all her enemies? Impossible.

So how?]
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[personal profile] vallt 2023-05-18 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[with how close their minds are now — too close, as has been the case with everyone trapped down here — jyn can feel that genuine gratefulness. it brings a small smile to her face, briefly flickering there before fading again, as she waits with her eyes closed. once trust has been given to her, she'll never betray it.

as she's started to learn how to extend it again, slowly, piece by piece, it's become more apparent to her just how precious that is to hold onto.

at the confirmation, jyn opens her eyes again, noting the shard in his hand, and opting to ignore the other details, for his sake. she considers for a moment, then:]


That'd be helpful.

[if she's made her choice, that now cements it; resolve ripples through the communion.

now all she has to do is wait for byleth to follow suit, to close his eyes in turn.]
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[personal profile] warmare 2023-05-18 04:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hayame does not curl herself into the offer of an embrace. She almost doesn't even understand that it is one, because it is not something people offer her. Instead... she freezes, realizing that he has realized what she holds. Her pupil dilates, her fingers clutch tighter at his shard, the points of the crescent digging into her palms.

What happened? After a certain point it became a blur of reaching, gripping, snapping, but before that-]


He betrayed-

[Me. He betrayed me-]

He betrayed Meridian. He was going to count towards a Zenith victory, and we cannot fail again-

[She tries to say it as objective facts, just reasons why she'd had to fulfill her duty to try and assure Meridian was the one that came home with the Iconoclast oracle, unable to stomach another defeat like they had suffered at the Scorching Isles. He had seen her in that aftermath, she couldn't-]

That arrogant fool who took Aeteos' headquarters, he betrayed us, too-

[But Jod's shard isn't kept near her heart.]
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[personal profile] warmare 2023-05-18 04:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[It is Rosaria.

Normally... Hayame did not mind the other woman. She was a fine enough ally in a fight, she was usually no nonsense enough that she didn't bother her in a conversation, but now... Now, there is an Oracle in play. One that demanded superior numbers for victory. It means that she looks at Rosaria far different... for they are enemies today.

But even with her determination that they would be that now...]


- Choir music?

[Seduction? What?]
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[personal profile] leicesters 2023-05-18 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[The way she's clutching at his shard is almost stifling, but Claude doesn't pull away or try to take it back. His touch drifts up to her jaw, to her cheek, finally, so he can brush away a few stray tears. He might not agree with it, doesn't think anyone deserves death simply for switching sides, but he can understand her reasoning. Why she's desperate.

If not for the Oracle, what's left to fight for here? The alternative is simply to give up.]


I get it. Really, I do. But you've done enough... You don't have to keep fighting.
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[personal profile] zenwhoberi 2023-05-18 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[it's enough; it's more than enough. gamora makes a mental note of the name (tohsaka), and except for a nod, acknowledges it no further. recognition is difficult enough without pressing the issue. she understands.

(she still doesn't like her own reflection most of the time, not with the scars that thanos had left her with a constant visible reminder.)

from her belt, she unsheathes the one small knife she's managed to keep, almost moving to hold it up in offering, but — lowering her hand before it gets far, as she notes the girl picking at her own scab. that might be a kinder option for her, gamora thinks, so she presses the blade into her own palm instead, dragging it down the length of it until a usable trail of blood and sap appears.]


Everyone here is a stranger to me, [is the quiet honesty that gamora offers in return as she wipes the blade on her sleeve, then tucks it away.] So there isn't much of a choice.

[she trails off there, a thread she'd rather leave unfinished. there are other priorities here, anyway, like ensuring, once more, that all options for this girl are on the table. voice still quiet, it turns more serious with:]

But I promise you can trust me with yours.