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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
warmare: (言葉を飲み込む)

[personal profile] warmare 2023-05-21 11:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Hayame had never in her life imagined having a friend. She'd had a half-brother, who if she had allowed it (if she could have allowed it) would have been that for her, but a "friend"? When she imagined her life in the breeding stables, a future that was the best she could hope for in the confines of that life... she had perhaps hoped to have reliable allies. A master that a warrior (enslaved jinba) could be proud to serve. Friends-

Is that really something that she could stand? Continuing on hating so many of the things that this god chose to do- ? Dishonorable things, things that to her seemed so foolish and risky, things that brought him into the shadows more to the light- She hated it. Why wouldn't he just choose honor- ?

But she knows he isn't wrong. What he says about adapting. She has always known in a deep part of herself that she made her own life in Horos in Kenos harder by resisting the need to change. She was stubborn, she was medieval in her upbringing and thinking, and change... change felt too much like giving in. Like accepting that this truly was her life now, she was well and truly trapped.

If this was the outside world, if she was face to face with him... this wouldn't be happening. Her rage couldn't be tamed from without, her prejudices and bitterness were far too strong, but in here... her hearts are laid bare. He speaks to a soul and not to a woman, and that soul, beneath the anger and the ice and the violence... yearns to be accepted. He pushes away the patch that she uses to hide her injury even from herself in her own mind and she cannot- She cannot stop him. When she had demanded his blessing as a god of war in order to assure Meridian's victory, she had never imagined that they might come here. That he might be demanding instead that they be friends.

But if they were going to be that-

Her hand reaches out to brush into his crimson mane- the same locks that she brushed her violence through when she offered him the worship she had promised. She still owes him the demon, but first... her fingers curl around a streak of his hair, much like he had when he had claimed her as his. She had assumed that it would continue like that- he would be a god, and she would be his avatar, a weapon, but-]


Then you are mine.

[As much as she hates, she will not abandon him. If he is her "friend", whatever the hell that meant...

Then she will not let go of his hair until a few of the strands have turned jet black.]
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[personal profile] warmare 2023-05-21 12:12 pm (UTC)(link)
You will not try to fight. You will fight.

[It does not surprise her that he says he has struggled with it, because she has condemned him from their first meeting- a woman who took first impressions and carried them forward. But to say she did not have her own doubts would be to lie. Since the mix of Meridian and Zenith, she had been haunted by voices, by doubts, but the idea of losing to them-

She cannot. If she faltered for even a second-]


Have any of the Zenith been sniffing around?
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[personal profile] sharmat 2023-05-21 01:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Just like that, (confirms voryn, showing grey hands in a peaceful gesture. there are no weapons visible on him, stripped of all but rich robes. even his hair and neck lack things that shine.

they did not take his accessories but caught him at a vulnerable time without them on.
)

Your distrust of me reflects your distrust of Meridian. I cannot blame you; we are at war. (no one offers him this reminder, which concerns voryn who is of the belief that they have always been fighting and can never stop. while many in his contingent are convinced that fundamental differences can be bridged through good communication, he knows the truth: in dire times like these, true natures are revealed. john is wise to doubt.

all that voryn accepts now is that they're trapped together; it'd be a shame to waste the opportunity to rid themselves of a great volume of uncomfortable sap-blood. a single transfusion could settle them and keep them sane.
)

But I have no plans to interrogate you, Outlander. There may be exceptions, of course. I may ask about your life and skills and interests... I insist, however, that these are incidental, as I am naturally curious about people. (one of his hands sinks from its raise, palm offering up to john.) Will you accept?
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[personal profile] sharmat 2023-05-21 01:48 pm (UTC)(link)
What do you mean? (asks voryn, arms lowering to instead hang by his sides.

he hears flamebringer's apologetic tone and does not know what to do with it. is it zenith's fault that the tree has died? of this voryn cannot be certain. there is no proof of it, and the blight spread by the scheming otter in the scorching isles is just as mysterious.

and so for now, flamebringer is not his enemy.
)

There is plenty to feel bad about, but there is still much to do before the end. The Tree of Life's sap is contained now within our veins. Perhaps offering it to the soil or to each other will revitalize it.
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[personal profile] fishfearme 2023-05-21 02:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[Byleth picked up the bolt, and as he straightened up felt the second bolt bounce off his shoulder - quick as a flash, his hand snatched it up before it plummeted to the ground, and without even a hint of hesitation or shame overtly slipped them into his satchel. They're his now.

Blatant thievery done, Byleth glanced over at the source of the voice, discerning a vague shape through the wavering haze. His expression was one of bland apathy.]


Costume? No. I've repurposed my cloak into shade from the heat. It's quite comfortable.

[Unlike you, he didn't say but his gaze clearly did as he lazily glanced Gen up and down, noting the sweat dripping from him. It was almost comical in comparison how Byleth - buttoned up like a Victorian nun in dark clothing - wasn't even slightly damp.]

I don't know you.
fishfearme: (gentle neutral)

[personal profile] fishfearme 2023-05-21 02:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[Byleth opened his eyes at the sound of her voice, and saw both the offered knife and her bleeding finger. He considered it for a moment, before carefully taking it and wiping the smudge of blood off with the gloved pad of his thumb.]

You should clean this knife after I use it. My blood can be toxic to other people if ingested or absorbed into wounds.

[With that, he started working his glove off to also carefully cut... the side of his index finger, rather than the pad of it. Less likely to be irritated by him touching things and easier to heal - and it won't bleed much either.

(He also made sure to wipe the knife clean on his trousers until not a smear of blood remained.)]


Who should go first? Or shall we do it at the same time?
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[personal profile] erbe 2023-05-21 02:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[Rin acknowledges Quetz's struggle with a nod. How funny. While Rin doesn't view Quetzalcoatl's existence as a reason to doubt her atheism, it's still odd to chat with her like this. A supernal being, a god being a class of 'creature' that is simply stronger and longer lived, rather than omniscient. Rin likes her, though. In spite of? Or perhaps because of it. Quetz had the overwhelming positivity that Tohsaka would usually scold most Meridian's for, but in contrast Quetzalcoatl embraced the harsh realities. Quetz was positive in the face of those realities rather than as an attempt to reject them.

Rin respects that. Sees her own inferiority in that. As "just a human" she cannot be so soundly contrary. The contrarian in her is volatile, unstable, and prone to its own breaking point. How many lifetimes would a girl like her have to live to find such peace? Well, if she did kill her sister then perhaps all the lifetimes in the world would not be enough.

Rin plucks her own shard from its spot at the hollow of her neck. Its ruby red color currently lacking the brilliance it once had. Compared to Quetzalcoatl's shard, Rin's is but a drop in the ocean. Small and inconsequential no matter how unique others may perceive it to be.]


Would you like to go first, or shall I?

[Either one might be a mistake. Tohsaka doesn't anticipate wavering in her ideals, but the sheer density of Quetz's soul and the depth of which she holds may shake even the sturdiest of non-believers.]
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[personal profile] erbe 2023-05-21 02:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Unfortunately people can't have both. Either everything returns to the way it was, or we create something new. The former means I won't be with you, and the latter means accepting the loss of what once was. If you want to know my opinion of it... take kintsugi for example. When you break something and put it back together — even if you put it back together with gold — it's not the same anymore. Would you be happy if you brought back your world, but something was a little bit off? Do you think you'd be able to stand it if you could feel where its seams were sewn back together, or would it bother you?

[Maybe she's being to abstract for a child? But really, he's fourteen. He should be able to handle that much.]
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[personal profile] warmare 2023-05-21 03:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[Normally, she would ask a condemned man for his last words... but he had chosen to use his for bravado and dares, and she is no longer interested in hearing them. He has the dignity not to scream, but not enough of it not to claw like a beast instead of accepting death... and though she herself had once felt the shame of dangling at the end of a rope, a waterfall tearing her downwards and finding herself desperately hoping to be saved...

She still condemns him (herself) for his unsightly attempt at living.

If he is going to endanger Meridian's victory and by extent her own chances of returning to her home... ? Then, perish, she thinks, as his skull begins to crack beneath the strength of a centaur's grip. Know that no one will read a sutra for you. Her lips curl back in a snarl of effort as she feels the bone give way, and as soon as it begins-

It ends.

She doesn't have to bear his dead weight long. His body is gone, and in it's place... a disgusting hunk of shard. Single eye still wild with hatred for those weak-willed enough to fall to Zenith and the desperation to prevent their victory, she bends down to snatch his shard from the ground and place it in her waist pouch.

She will plant it in the soil if the Tree revives. Then, if he truly cared to return to hi own world... he could thank her for euthanizing him.]
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[personal profile] sterngaze 2023-05-21 03:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sothis is right to think that revealing such information would make Byleth sound as if he were raving. Who would believe someone when they claimed to be the vessel for a god — and by the sounds of it, an ancient and powerful one? Even Liem is skeptical when faced with the claim.

And yet, the people drawn to Kenos to become shard-bearers are not normal individuals. Since being drawn from his world, he has met powerful mages, demons, and even other gods manifested in the flesh. He cannot say that Sothis's claim is too far-fetched to be believed.

It matters little. Liem has communed with gods. He has supped on divine blood, just as he has dined on human. He has weathered the mental assaults of beings more ancient than he could ever hope to become.
]

I will accept your deal, Sothis. You may have what remains of my light.

[As he speaks, Liem presses a hand against his chest, as though holding it over his heart in solemn promise. But when he pulls it away, clutched in his palm is a dark, mottled stone the shape of an eight-pointed star.

His other hand he lifts to his mouth, using one long, sharp canine to pierce the pad of his thumb. From it wells not blood, but a dark and glistening sap, made viscous by the influence of the Oracle.
]
fishfearme: (stern neutral)

[personal profile] fishfearme 2023-05-21 03:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sothis grunted at the man's calm acceptance of her introduction. It wasn't that she wanted him to fall at her feet in awe or worship - she pointedly disliked worshippers or suck-ups - but surely he could've shown something? A brief moment of 'oh wow'? Some shock at standing before a god? Was it truly such a mundane thing, to encounter a being such as her?!

(Yes, Sothis, here in Kenos it is.)]


Hrmmm...

[She couldn't verbalise this dissatisfaction, though, not unless she wanted to seem like an attention-starved and insecure god, so she let the underwhelmed reaction pass without comment and gripped the edge of her cloak.]

Then by the exchange of our blood will our covenant be sealed: my darkness for your light, and thus bind our souls temporarily. I vow to not harm you or influence you during this exchange, this promise I shall keep, so long as your intentions remain true.

[She drew her cloak across her body, concealing her movements. When she dropped it, her Shard was in her gloved palm, a smooth stone that was speckled with the brilliant colours of a newborn dawn - yet marred by a hot, glowing brand that carried the faintest smell of burning. The trade was well underway.

Just one problem: Byleth was buttoned up like a Victorian nun, so please pause for a moment as Sothis belatedly worked off Byleth's glove by first undoing the goddamn vambrace then yanking the thing off - by which point she was so irritated by the obstacles she just bit the side of Byleth's hand and roughly drew blood.]


Hmph. [She licked the smudge of blood from the corner of her mouth.] Extend your Shard and accept my offering, little one.
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[personal profile] erbe 2023-05-21 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[It sickens her. Makes her stomach flip and her head spin. Not the ritual itself, but the knowledge of how alike they are. It's a surface level view, merely a scratch on the outermost layer, but it's enough to make Tohsaka feel like she's looking at something akin to a cruel mirror.

Gamora does not attempt to flood her, or override her. She provides Rin with exactly what she said she would. So the young woman replies in turn. Peeling at the scab on her palm from earlier in the week when they could still venture out into the cities — kept fresh by the needs of the ritual. Tohsaka provides her own sap-like blood to Gamora's shard. A drop hits the jewel's surface, and with it ocean waves. Epipelagic in nature. As if this part of Rin gets just enough light to be seen.

An ocean of memories, and this is merely the bit such murky waters can allow a glimpse of. The pain of losing family members, the bitterness of a guardian who would raise someone maliciously, and the isolation that comes with walling yourself off so such things never cut into you again.

But that wave brings warmth. As the communion bleed from the ritual pulls back like the waning tide Gamora will be left with the vital warmth of Meridian. Bright, and comforting.]


Did you get what you wanted?
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[personal profile] erbe 2023-05-21 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
You tell me to sit down and rest, and in the very next breath I should get up and leave? Are you just some kind of contrarian?

[Shut up Rin Tohsaka, you absolute hypocrite.

It looks like she's not moving yet, though. Her tummy still needs to settle... She's sure if she tried standing up the blood pressure would make her head swirl.]
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[personal profile] fishfearme 2023-05-21 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
...

[Sothis gave her a very long look, her mouth slightly pinched. She had utterly forgotten she had told her to sit down and rest, but to admit it would be to admit her own absentmindedness to a mortal, and Sothis would rather die, frankly. Furthermore, Rin did look quite pale and shaky still, and it'd go against her promise to lend some meagre protection to oust her from her seat and watch her trip over and crack her skull open. Sothis wouldn't shed a tear if she died, but she had her pride, damn it!

There was only one course of action:

Wordlessly, she turned around and walked away without a backwards glance. Not that. She actually went that far. She just took five long strides and resumed her brooding like nothing had happened.

Sorry, Rin. This is how gods deal with things: childishly.]
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cw; suicide

[personal profile] warmare 2023-05-21 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[She shouldn't trust him when he says he won't let go. She shouldn't let him get any closer, especially now that the Zenith energy that had been within her was in him, now. It should make him more of her enemy again... yet she cannot see him as that. Though she was a woman who preferred things black and white... he had been frustratingly grey ever since that first real conversation they had shared. It drove her mad at times, and yet-

A dun foreleg slowly uncurls, moving as if to reach out and brush against a leg. He'd liked that- before. But she hesitates, and the edge of a hoof barely grazes against his trousers.

Hopemongers, she had labeled Meridian to him the first time they'd met at the edges of that pool full of memories. She despised it so, when it came from blindness or ignorance, but in her case... Going back for the kids, he says, and shame lances through her hearts. Can she claim that is all she wants? She wants it, that is true, for in those children who had a chance to live freely as she hadn't, but atop of that- He thinks they are dead. Of course he does. All of the Zenith believe that it is gone, but she can't-]


It is all my fault.

[She shouldn't be saying that, either. Something she has never shared with anyone, but now, when their communions blend together like something seamless, when he brings her mind to her students, that hidden village full of war orphans. Orphans that she, once... before she had realized there might be a way out of it all, when she had still been committed to loyalty to the man who'd had her dam bred to produce her-]

I was entrusted with them, by someone who put their trust in me, yet I am to blame for them being in danger.

[She had told him what she had been used for. Hunting her own kind, controlling the Armless, tricked into thinking that she was better than them, that she was somehow different-]

If I do not save them... What is there left to do but slit my own belly open?

[How can she do what he does? How can she just believe that they are all dead, when their deaths would mean honor dictated she should join them? How can she simply move forward into a content life as a Zenite and never look back on her failures... ?]
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[personal profile] erbe 2023-05-21 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
—Wait! Before we go down that depressive rabbit hole, why the hell did you just eat a stale biscuit raw like that?

[She understands survival, but nastiness where it's not necessary is just self-punishment.]

Are you really that hungry right now, or can you not stand taking food back and possibly having to share?

[She actually won't judge him for the latter. This is survival, after all — and being a 'team' at the moment is just meant to increase they're chances of finding something even if it means splitting it.]
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cw parasitic insects and yuck

[personal profile] dawnlord 2023-05-21 05:49 pm (UTC)(link)
But, it will happen again.

[ Bondrewd looks beyond Jonathan Sims, who sits before him and holds his gloved hand and echoes grief and cowardice into their Communion, into the awaiting mind of a man who no longer begins and ends. He is an untethered thing, calm as a dark pool into which even a cast stone cannot ripple upon; in Communion, he has even less to him, signs of life do not exist within the armor. There is no warmth that leeches from him, as salve to the ends of Jonathan Sims's fingers, no companionable comfort that exists for him to lean upon. There is only will, only undominated will, and sacrifice.

So, he looks at a point over Jonathan Sim's shoulder and points to it with his free hand. The one that does not hold fast to him to bind them into Communion, the one that draws attention to the thing he sees — always lingering, always looming behind him. The shadow of a frightening thing that likely cannot find purchase in Bondrewd's armor, for he no longer fears. He no longer feels. If Jonathan Sims thinks he is a man of fact, he pales in comparison to the man who directs his own gaze upon the Eye and flinches not an inch. Jonathan Sims feels guilt, and that drives him.

Bondrewd feels nothing, for the world he lost. A beautiful, bountiful world of horrors — and not a moment of grief echoes within him, not a fragment of regret, nor sorrow. ]


The thing you seek to starve — is it not there, following you? You say you cannot allow it to happen again, but you, yourself, are the vector through which it will occur.

[ That, in and of itself, is something he cannot allow. The Sovereign of Dawn sings light and dark in equal portions, the horrifying and distinct embodiment of true, relentless drive. Somewhere in his mind, his hands are slick with blood. A child gazes at him with dying eyes full of love. Delvers gasp their final words — mom, mom i'm sorry — before their bodies die and their minds persist, feeding life to parasitic organisms that will multiple, that will feed. Insects, insects, eggs laid within throats that weakly wheeze as larva hatch and feed and breed. They keep the host alive, they devour it from the inside out, where it cannot see.

That, Bondrewd presses upon Jonathan Sims. That, is how he views this man and his Eye. A nest, waiting to hatch. Waiting to infest the next world. ]


No matter what horrors you will bring, Jonathan Sims, you may rest assured that I will stand to protect all people from them. The thing that will seek the vulnerable of the world, I will stand against. Against you, yourself. Aah, you remind me of myself — before I was this.

[ And there, between them, the white-lit figure of a girl. Barely into her teens, with a guileless face that has known agony and love in maddening amounts; she wraps her hands around their joined ones, she lowers her cheek to Bondrewd's own and whispers: Papa is the strongest, my hero. The Dawn. ]
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[personal profile] epiprocta 2023-05-21 06:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Silco's purged all the Meridian in his sytem, then? The thought immediately fills him with envy.

And while the exact nuance of what he's feeling probably isn't obvious at a glance, Silco must be able to tell that Gen doesn't really agree with those accusations pointed at him. ]


... you think you know everything about me, huh. [ He spits those words as contemptibly as he can, though it's undermined by the way his canine ears are flattened back against his hair, his posture slumped from exhaustion. ] You really think I ever cared much for that side?

[ Saying that feels like a defeat, somehow. There's no way to convince himself that he's saying it just to spite Silco; it feels too right to say it. Zenith is where he actually belongs.

His next breath comes as a ragged huff past gritted teeth before he glowers at Silco. ]


So, what. You just here to gloat at me?
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[personal profile] dawnlord 2023-05-21 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
If you find your steps faltering, fix your eyes upon the horizon.

[ Link does not wish to kill, and he does not wish to coerce the hearts of others. In that, Bondrewd is different from him. He is a man who has killed, will kill, and will not ask anyone to follow him unless they follow of their own volition. In that, he is a peerless figure, someone with the momentum to carry him wherever he sets his goal — however, he will leave blood and pain in his wake, to do so. He will sacrifice all things, including his own humanity and the love of his daughter, to create a path to the dawn.

And Riko, would not. She refused to sacrifice anyone, or anything. She relied on her friends, she counterbalanced her weaknesses and vulnerabilities by leaning upon those who complimented her, and she opposed him until the end. ]


I stood in the way of a girl, who sought to reunite with her mother at the bottom of the Abyss. A good, pure girl who knew that if she did not kill me, she would be denied her dream. I have killed, in pursuit of my own goals. I remember their names, their ambitions and personalities — each and every soul who has met their end, by my hand. I think you may have to kill, sometimes. But, that does not mean you cannot regret or mourn, in the end.

[ A pause, and he adds, mild and calm. ]

I do not. Mourn, or regret. But, you do not have to be like me.
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[personal profile] muchalucha 2023-05-21 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The regret that Cassian feels is deep and complex, at least to Quetzalcoatl. His breath stutters and his face tenses with the feeling, but for her? Immediately, her eyes well up with tears that spill over. There’s no holding it back for her, even if it’s not really her emotions, but she still feels for Cassian, especially when he speaks to deny himself a slice of happiness.

After all, she’s the god that had faced an impossible challenge and had given so much of herself to create humanity (or, part of it). Cassian may not be the Azteca who she had lovingly raised, but he’s still a mortal man prone to all the same triumphs and failings that any person was. She loved them all, even if her blood didn’t run through him.

She’ll return to what it means to summon her, but with feelings like that, Cassian isn’t escaping the subject so easily!! ]


Sure you can, tonto! It’s— Well, I won’t pretend to know exactly what you feel [ the specifics of why, she means ], but everyone deserves happiness!

[ It might not be precisely what he means by it, but it’s what Quetzalcoatl takes away from it. She laughs a little as she reaches up to her face to touch at the tears, though she’s laughing at herself for crying so easily. There’s no regret for it, though. His guilt and regret might be too old and protected to shed tears over at this point, so she’ll do it on his behalf. ]

I know that can be hard to believe, so it’s okay. But just keep it in mind, maybe? I’m sure you can find those moments here in Kenos. And if I can help you find them, I will!
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[personal profile] epiprocta 2023-05-21 06:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He refuses to comment on it, but that doesn't mean Gen isn't acutely aware of the weight pressed against his side and resting against his shoulder. Dextera isn't exactly some delicately-built waif, but he isn't formidable, either. He's just some guy.

And yet, here he is, talking about fixing his own goddamn world. Even if he knows that Dextera, like so many others here, isn't a normal human being with normal human concerns ... the scale of it still feels all wrong. ]


Must be exhausting, having to care about so much.

[ That one's rather lacking in edge, said more as a gripe than a barb. It's only after Gen heaves a sigh -- shoulder rising and falling gently under the weight of Dextera's head -- that he offers a proper rebuke. ]

... d'you actually want to do it, or d'you just feel like you have to?
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[personal profile] redsoil 2023-05-21 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
I would add to your teachings, then. Not everyone adheres to the same ideology.

[ Treat others the way you want to be treated? As if. That is the lesson taught to people who would become punching bags for others, never comprehending why their kindness made them an easy target, or why some people simply refused to follow the same teachings. ]

When someone still does not treat you the way you wish to be treated, it is okay to protect yourself from them.

[ As they emerge in Lucien's mind, he lifts his gaze to take stock of his surroundings. One hand presses firm, but soft to the boy's shoulder to steady him and keep him close, practically holding him to his side as one might hold a tiring child, on a long walk home. In the distance, he can see him. The white-haired man — the sorcerer who had traded places with a real child, and left Set to wallop Lucien across the field — and what the FUCK, why was he NAKED. He keeps an eye on Dark, brow creasing. Not in confusion, but in curiosity. His hostility towards the guy all but snuffed out, because as far as he's concerned, he won their brawl. ]

I will hurt them. [ Briefly, his voice echoes. Calm, but inflected with some sort of — call from the past. As if this is not the first time he has told a child such a thing: ] The god of war is not a particularly respectable position. Certainly, it is a thing used to protect, but it is also the source of suffering and slaughter. I will hurt and kill people here, but I will not turn a blind eye to what I have done.

[ He turns Lucien's head in, towards his belly, stroking through his hair as he jerks his chin at Dark. A 'hey, what the hell' sort of gesture, as he mouths: Is he yours? ]
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[personal profile] warmare 2023-05-21 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
You think Yima can bring back your god?

[How dare he make such a decision and then crumple before her, not even able to stand up for it like a proper man. Did he think he could turn traitor and then simply wilt away? Her voice is full of venom when she spits her question, her upper spine arching so that she might bring herself lower down to meet him, to accuse him to his face.]

You would betray [me] us to make a world you wouldn't even belong in?

[She is a hypocrite, when she plans to die the day after she returns to her own world, but she does not care.]

Who hissed this poison in your ears?

[Her hand moves... but not for a weapon. Instead, she reaches into the pouch at her waist and pulls out a shard, all but jabbing it in Liem's face.]

Was it only the King Undying? That fool who took over Aeteos' hideout as if it does not invite ruin on all our heads? You think men like that are worth listening to?

[That's his shard. There, in her possession, and not by chance. She had caught hint of their whispers and confronted that man, and this was the result. Now he wants to tell her that it is too late? She thrusts the shard even more aggressively in Liem's face, lips pulled back in a snarl.]

You would believe the likes of him? Do you truly think a universe made by a group that includes actual demons will be one that isn't twisted and confused at its very core?
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[personal profile] diversionist 2023-05-21 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ oh god now she's crying ]
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[personal profile] muchalucha 2023-05-21 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Quetzalcoatl is quickly starting to realize that there’s something that unifies so many of the Zenites. It’s not really a surprising thing, since if she were to guess what would make a mortal (mostly, anyways) decide that their home is better left in the past, it would have to be stories like the ones she’s heard. Like the one Misa tells her. There’s something painful there in one way or another. Zenites have hope too, she thinks. But it’s just a hope that’s sadder. ]

Sí, that’s a good hope. To tell you the truth, that’s what I always hope for when I’ve made the world!

[ She’ll just casually drop that as if Misa already knows her and knows what she’s talking about, because Quetzalcoatl just honestly forgets at times that she’s not known as widely here. It’s fine, don’t worry about it, etc. But still, her expression softens as she continues. ]

…But I am sorry that you didn’t find justice that first time. [ The fact that Misa doesn’t mention what happened the second time doesn’t go without notice, but she just doesn’t comment on it. ] There are cruel people in the world. I think no matter what, that’s true. People are complicated, always. I don’t think your new world would be able to escape that, you know?