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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] zauneyete 2023-05-23 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ Between Set and Sebastian, the lilt of Set's tone caught his attention, and Silco looked between the two of them for just a brief split-second, but long enough to convey the: really? that goes unsaid. The man had not realized they got along this well, but at least it means that Sebastian is a touch less annoyed, now that he has the power of a god to serve as buffer between them and the Meris that might attack.

And between the three, Set is asking him to pick the locks, and he almost wants to laugh in his face for how ridiculous the proposition is. He has a demon and a god flanking him, and they want him to pick the lock? Or rather, Set does? Because he wants to see him do it.

He should be so lucky, that Set and his daughter never had the opportunity to meet. He would have been caught between two chaotic elements, and Silco can really only handle one at a time.

He fished into his pockets, feeling around to see if he had anything.
]

I'm afraid, Set, that I have no lockpicking equipment.

Do you want to wait for us to find some [ For Sebastian to make some, but he doesn't volunteer the demon. You're welcome. ] Or, do you want to find out what's behind the door?

I, for one, do not wish to waste too much time. Perhaps we'll find an opportunity later on, to pick a lock, hm? I'll remember to keep them handy next time, just for you.
Edited 2023-05-23 05:43 (UTC)
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[personal profile] lifespanned 2023-05-23 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
Nero...?

[ She can hear the sentiment in his voice — it's clear enough that it must be someone significant. And, in his other words, that they're going through the same thing. There's one thing she can think of to assuage her concerns - and maybe, just maybe, it'll help him, too. ]

Could you maybe... tell me about him? [ The request is almost a bit bashful, her arms hugging her knees. ] Like, if it's not him, then what is he like?
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[personal profile] zauneyete 2023-05-23 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
That, is because you are like me, aren't you?

[ He asks. It's simple. It's an acknowledgement of the fact that in their shards are flowers with gold tipped leaves that threaten to blossom when they are near each other. Because he's reached an understanding with a god, of all people. Of a creature with so much power merely handed to him, that Silco cannot comprehend living in such a way. It's the opposite of him, in so many ways. He is small, insignificant, a dirty little thing that should be discarded -- the sentiment drifts through communion, because their connection is so strong -- but Silco can do little more than accept that it will pass between them.

No, but Set is a monster, just like him. Willing to grasp, and take, and thrive even in conditions that threaten to drown him. He hasn't taken his power for granted, and instead, uses it, like Silco does, and he feels the matching sentiment settle between them. They are the same, and Silco hopes, more than anything, that he and Sebastian could pull him down with them into the dark.

They will try. Set would expect nothing less.
]

No. Zaun has nothing to redeem itself for. We are hard, and we are violent, because the rest of the world forced us to be. It is the rest of my world that I find irredeemable. They are the ones that will be eradicated, if I have to die to do it.

[ He would. He desperately wanted to. Watch them burn, watch it all burn. They didn't deserve anything less. Hell, Zaun didn't even deserve to exist, without -- ]

When we do fight, in the end Set, do not think that my resolve will falter. I will not settle. I've not settled for a single thing in my life and I do not intend to do so in the end.
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[personal profile] lifespanned 2023-05-23 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
I mean... sort of?

[ She admits to it, but it's with a raise in tone, like she's really questioning it. One of her hands raises to mess with her bangs, revealing her brows that are knitted in confusion. ]

You know how I am, Liem. I would never give up on making the world kinder and more just for everybody... and recently, I learned that in the new world, I could bring my parents back to life.

[ It's not something she's shared with a lot of people — that something in her motivation has shifted a bit, to include a wish to resurrect two who she had loved so much. Misa avoids revealing it to others not out of a wish to keep it a secret, but out of a desire to not be told that she shouldn't ever strive for such a thing. She can imagine what people might say — that the dead cannot be brought back. Or that she should try to move on. But she's not interested in hearing about any of it. Here, though, she offers it simply as a way for Liem to understand the strength of her will, and to contextualize the disorienting nature of the infection. ]

Seeing these visions, telling me that I'm going about things the wrong way... I don't know! It's like it's trying to confuse me. But I know what I'm doing is right.
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[personal profile] zauneyete 2023-05-23 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
Oh?

[ He asked, with an exaggerated tip of his head, his mouth in a clear "oh" for just a moment, as he rolled his eyes. ]

If you didn't care about it, why did you choose it? Because it was convenient? Because it was easy?

[ Because he didn't want to admit that he wanted to destroy it all? It didn't really matter to Silco, but it mattered that Gen had chosen unwisely. ]

I may not be able to... trade with you, if it is Meridian that you seek... [ His hands clasped in front of him, gloved, he rubbed one with the other. ]

But I can help you all the same. Whether it's finding yourself closer to Zenith, or... simply free of that pain that plagues us all in this time. Isn't it better, to look at things with a clearer mind?

[ Shimmer doesn't really provide that, but... He'd seen the way Gen thought about shimmer, the way he'd asked him for it more than once. It was power after all. Perhaps Gen would find himself closer to where he wanted to be, with a reminder of what could be offered. ]
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[personal profile] lifespanned 2023-05-23 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ When I've made the world... so, is she some kind of deity? The idea isn't too far-fetched to her — Set is something of a god too, and she's had (possibly more than?) her fair share of strange, mythical, and powerful beings in her presence. But it doesn't change the fact that it's sort of amazing to meet someone capable of such a feat. If it's true, that is. Perhaps it has something to do with that warmth she'd felt earlier... she'll have to file it away for later questioning. ]

Sure. There might still be people that do evil. But I would have a way to punish them. Super quickly.

[ No need for pesky things like fair trials or whatever... anyways, the woman at least acknowledging that her wish is a good one has her mood brightening a little bit. All things considered, the woman's disposition and manner of speech are compassionate, agreeable — and so, Misa returns that consideration, earnestly speaking her mind with a warmer, lightly impassioned tone. A smile curves at her lips, despite her weakness. ]

Actually, in my world, someone had already started doing something like that. Punishing all the cruel, rotten people... they were getting rid of people like that through, I guess you could say, supernatural means. It was making crime go down a lot. And so many people were grateful to them... to me, they were like a savior. So I know it'll help.
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[personal profile] helloween 2023-05-23 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ Lucien contemplates Set's answer thoughtfully, sorting his feelings about it. True, that others around him often don't heed the same belief. It's illustrated to him plainly when Lucien is bullied or picked on for nothing. Because of appearances, or maybe for behavior. Even now he finds himself treated poorly. He's advised often to stand up for himself, but rarely finds the will to do so.

At times and with origin of the habit unknown, Lucien studies how he's treated. He counts how many people are kind to him and remembers those who are not. He even after the fact guesses the reasons why they may or may not be.

But why he does, he isn't sure...

As the naked man in the distance moves to rest his chin in his palm, elbow propped atop one of his knees, he mirrors Set in a way, mirroring and shaping a very clear: Nope.

There is a shift. Lucien dissolves into nothing little by little without the expression of pain. His lashes flutter shut as if he's fallen asleep. At some point, Set is left without the child in his arms, left alone with the white-haired stranger instead. The atmosphere of the space changes, forebodingly sinister, and it's clear that one part of the abyss's host has enveloped the other. ]
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[personal profile] helloween 2023-05-23 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
Sup.

[ Dark says first. Though he is far, his voice feels near and omnipresent in the void of his mind. He doesn't move from where he's sitting, eyes still fixed upon Set and the empty space beneath his embrace. ]

Didn't think a war god would make such a good babysitter, Set. You're the kid of Geb and Nut, aren't you? That or you're from a parallel realm.
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[personal profile] baltimores 2023-05-23 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ You don't have to leave everything behind; you just always have to be prepared to move forward. Otherwise, you'll probably die. Or something worse than death will meet you. So really, if Amos thinks about it — which he certainly isn't, not to that extent — he's doing Dextera a favour in trying to forcefully bring him over to his side. Maybe it'll help him move past his whiny bullshit—

That rush of Meridian energy blindsides him, snapping off the Zenith he was trying to force through Dextera's mind; it gives him ample opportunity to connect, too, one of those kicks nailing Amos in the gut. With a whoosh of an exhale he stumbles back, bracing himself against the opposite wall, and now thoroughly pissed.

But he doesn't have any powers here, either. No way to leverage his anger to give him a physical advantage. No gravity to weigh Dextera down. And while Amos is confident that if he could just get the upper hand on Dextera he'd have him, Dextera is clearly capable enough to hold him back. ]


You're an idiot.

[ It's a stray thought coming across communion, filled with hatred and disdain, and then Amos immediately rushes forward again — mentally, with a wave of Zenith; physically, to try to get in close to Dextera, grip his biceps, get a firm hold on him where he can't fight him off. ]
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[personal profile] helloween 2023-05-23 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
Kintsugi?

[ He has never heard of it, but as Rin does her best at the very least to describe it, Lucien manages to follow and guess what the lost art of the Old World may have been. ]

We don't have that in Metallicana, but I think I get it. It sounds like it'd be pretty, so maybe I wouldn't mind. Maybe it just depends on which parts broke...

[ He's curious about Rin's opinion. ]

Are you excited to make a new world instead? Aren't you worried about maybe leaving certain people behind, like your parents or your boyfriend...?

[ Lucien's mind kind of hiccups. Dark's form looks a little more shadowy and prominent when he asks the latter. Lucien, though, looks innocent enough though as he asks, sincerely wondering how Rin might answer him. ]
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[personal profile] baltimores 2023-05-23 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ His nails try to dig in as Set cocks that fist back, only to scrabble uselessly down his arm, unable to get a hold. He can't move as Set aims and hits him, once, twice; the dam of his nose bursts, too-viscous sap oozing out of it, mixing with his beard as he's left dazed in staring up at Set. There's a black eye in the making, and Amos knows he needs to move, his legs scrabbling to give his core muscles new leverage, but between his shoulder and the new head trauma...

Set is speaking, and it takes a moment for Amos' linguistic abilities to catch up with him. He stares up through narrowed eyes as Set brings his fist back again but leaves it hovering over him, glare meeting glare head on, hatred consuming his own gaze. The fuck is Set stopping for—

The fuck is that question—

His nostrils flare as he fights to bring his knees up, the only thing on Amos' mind being to retaliate, to win this fight, but something in Set's voice gets to him before he can. ]


She's dead.

[ The someone else like that, and oh. For a second Amos stops, dumb shock on his face that he'd said that out loud, identified a specific person. Someone he's never spoken of in his time here — not to Gen, not to Misa, not to anyone. With that realization comes a renewed rage, face contorting in bloodied fury, and he finds that purchase he was looking for with his legs, brings his foot squarely up — right into Set's nether regions. ]
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[personal profile] baltimores 2023-05-23 08:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's a shock to his system as she reaches out to place her hand over his. A spark like getting mildly zapped by a household appliance with nothing worse for the wear; nothing bad, just a brief surprise. Amos' hand stills under hers as he breaks her gaze, turns to look at them down by his side instead. Continues to stare at their hands as Quetzalcoatl speaks, expression shifting from befuddled to confounded to irritated once it clicks. ]

It's that shit. [ His eyes narrow as his hand under hers balls up into a fist. Though his words aren't meant for her — harsh tones not directed towards her, not when she's been nothing but kind, helpful — there's an ever-increasing edge to them all the same. ] That fucking...

[ Meridian, on the tip of his tongue, but he doesn't even want to say the word out loud right now. It continues to churn in him, a foreign agent that much more obviously so now that he can clearly pinpoint it, and now alongside that painful longing that isn't even real comes a rising anger. ]

I don't need more. [ His voice is a low mutter, dangerous — or would be dangerous, if there was something physical he could fight. As it stands, the only obvious way out would be for him to smash his own shard, which. He's not doing that. He's not being hasty when there has to be something he can do to rid himself of this alien force. ] I don't want more. You can't live life like that. It's too—

[ Painful. It's too painful, because then he might start thinking of everything and everyone he's lost, dating right back to childhood, to when he first became aware that people died and they never came back no matter how much you might want them to. Protect who you still have, but when they're gone, move on.

His eyes squeeze shut as another wave racks him; what if they come back? What if he can find a way to bring them back? His crew. Peaches. Erich. Maybe even Lyd—

Lydia, who died long before the universe ended, and no, there's no bringing her back.

He isn't aware of the way his lips have curled up, teeth bared; how rigid his body has become, muscles tensed for a fight that doesn't exist. He is, vaguely, aware of the hand over his, the warmth and sympathy that had been dancing around the edges of his psyche, the distinct knowledge that he is not alone.

Quetzalcoatl is just the messenger. She hasn't done anything to him. She doesn't deserve— ]


You should go.

[ His voice is still harsh, but there's an accompaniment of shame this time. He doesn't want to do anything to her, but the second he opens his eyes he's pretty sure he'll do something stupid, so better to tell her now. ]
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[personal profile] helloween 2023-05-23 08:35 am (UTC)(link)
Hmmm...

[ Dark chews on the thought, deciding whether or not he'd always intended to be nice by extending potential safety to a stranger from the heat. In actuality, his quip hadn't come from a genuine place at all, and had surfaced to be funny and maybe make Makoto look deranged for stabbing him in the first place. Whether or not it had worked, though, is debatable at best. As Dark looks Makoto over, he comes to the conclusion that this guy is simply not funny.

At least old people like Silco make funny little faces... ]


Depends on who I'm asking. I'm just surprised to find any non-NPC's still out in this area.

[ He observes Makoto's eye color, and his demon tongue. ]

Are you a zombie?

[ With a swing of of his arm, he materializesa large tarp with rope that hangs itself and offers shade over them both from above. ]
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[personal profile] baltimores 2023-05-23 09:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's a moment of bemusement, tinged with the hint of a thrill as she brushes her hoof against him. Amos isn't entirely sure what that's about, but still, he lifts his own foot, knocks it lightly against her other front hoof still on the ground. Playing footsie. Kind of. While they continue to hold onto each other, continue to not let go.

His gaze — his heart — softens at those mental images of tiny horse-children, happy and healthy and living the way kids should, the way neither of them got to. Doesn't really change, even as she details the circumstances of her pain. Because he understands her — but he also understands now that's what Meridian brings. Pain. ]


Hey. [ Without any other options available to him he lifts their entwined hands — the ones with his soul in between them; if he was trying anything here, it wouldn't be with it in the way — and nuzzles her hand when it's within reach. Looks back up at her. ] That's one way of looking at it. Can't do anything if you're dead, though. Not for them. Not for the ones who'll come after.

[ They're dead, but there'll be more later. In a new world. Where nobody will be treated the way they were growing up, he's pretty sure, Zenith singing to him.

He gives her a small, rueful smile. ]


You should probably be coming with me. [ With Zenith. ] I'd bring you back with me if I could, but...

[ But she's absorbing his pain Meridian so he never has to go through that again. The whole thing is rather counterintuitive, and he can't help but give Hayame an almost apologetic laugh.

She understands him. He understands her. And it's for those reasons that he wants to save her — and can't.

Not here, at least, but maybe later; and how's that for hope. ]
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[personal profile] baltimores 2023-05-23 09:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ Maybe what's going on with his body is like what's happening to hers, sicknesses manifesting in different ways. It's plausible. Enough to make him worry that there isn't anything he can do for her — that worry amplifying that much more when she voices those same doubts. Because Amos knows he can deal with the shit that's happening to him; doesn't like it, but he's managing. He was always meant for the frontline shit. But Lottie...?

He takes his free hand, places it over hers. At least his palms are still mostly skin, something soft and human underneath whatever it is going on. Still him. He's still him, which means she's still her, and...

Seeing her like this, he's not sure if that's a good thing.

His thumb absently swipes over her hand, an attempt at reassurance as he thinks it over. ]


There's gotta be something. There's gotta be...

[ There doesn't have to be; he knows that. More like he wants there to be. Her laboured breathing sends a pang through his heart; it's not the first time he's heard someone he cares about going through something like this, even if the circumstances are completely different now.

Amos takes a quick look around them, already knowing what he's going to find — bark and roots and nothing to really eat or drink, so what... else... ]


Have you been able to get any rest? Sleep? [ It's an earnest question, hoping to find something that'll help her feel better. Stave off her symptoms. ] Maybe if you don't gotta be awake for this it'll be better. I can watch over you while you do.

[ Keep her safe. Give her one less thing to worry about. ]
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[personal profile] baltimores 2023-05-23 10:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ Amos' face twists as that Meridian hits him, something rancid and something to be rid of. Kill it, bury it; it doesn't matter how, it just needs to be gone, and he has to call back on his own Zenith energies to shield him from the nightmares and pain he knows Meridian will bring. Break up Dimitri's assault on him. Retreat.

He narrows his eyes, grits his teeth. Should've expected that. Was hoping that Dimitri wouldn't be as far along as he is, but now that they've made their stances loud and clear...

Amos huffs; he really would rather not waste any more time than he has to. So he ducks his head before charging in — physically and mentally, seeking to make contact with Dimitri's body and throw him to the ground at the same time as he launches another Zenith assault. Attacks in tandem, aiming to weaken him one way or the other. Just enough to try to force an opening, and from there, a means for him to contribute to Zenith.

Any sign of previous civility is gone, replaced by sheerly practical approach. They both understand what's at stake here. It's far more important — too important to waste time on idle conversations or cheap little truces, and Amos is treating it accordingly. ]
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SO SORRY FOR THE DELAY

[personal profile] vestments 2023-05-23 12:01 pm (UTC)(link)
( dextera's expression isn't anything he hasn't seen before: watchful and cautious and wary, and the silence that accompanies it isn't anything new, either. marc isn't sure if the nod is agreement as such — genuine and felt in kind — or if it's because he's not sure about marc himself and agreement, such as it is, is safer. less likely to incite a reaction.

marc doesn't know dextera, doesn't know the silence isn't a pointed decision not to reply, and marc — marc has never been good at comfort, at tempering and de-escalation. he lets the silence sit between them for one moment, then two. the guilt and the fear that dextera feels seems to match marc's, to the point that marc isn't sure if it's him or if it's dextera, or a tangled mess of them both (indeed, for as much as marc's personality, for as much as his sense of self is built on guilt and debt and duty, marc has never felt he has a monopoly on the feelings). his ability to empathise has always ebbed and flowed, but his interest in the stories of others has always relied on their willingness to share — marc has never been one to push, or even to ask except of the odd, scant individual he'd come across here and there, in dark alleyways and in subways as moon knight. their story in return for vengeance.

dextera is none of those and whilst marc has and does find enjoyment in the fear that moon knight causes, here, he's not moon knight. he's marc spector. he doesn't mean for dextera to be wary, though he supposes it's inevitable.

you know, given everything.

edges, the vague shapes of questions, then, and he offers— )
Spector. ( spectre? ) It's been a hell of a couple of days, huh? ( hell of a life, actually, but that's neither here nor there. )
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[personal profile] vestments 2023-05-23 12:29 pm (UTC)(link)
( she's tense and, incredibly, doesn't become less so the more steven speaks, and idly, he wonders what the fuck marc did or said to her to make her so wary. (he doesn't put it down to her having become familiar enough with marc to be able to pinpoint differences in body language, in their ways of speaking.) he looks her over, contemplation pulling at the edges of his features as she expresses her surprise and then he shrugs. )

That's probably why you're the first person I've seen, ( steven points out, not disagreeing with her assertion, and he looks back towards the door as if in challenge, to see if anyone else at all is going to burst in and join them. he's aware, quietly and sinkingly, of how small the darkness makes the space feel. dimness has a way of doing that, he knows, has a way of making even the largest of spaces feel suffocating. he's always put it down to the quietness, the stillness.

steven isn't convinced that waiting it out's quite the right thing to do, but frankly, he's not sure what else there is to do. building hop until they find some kind of answer? answer to what? and then what? still— )


If I'm going to be forced to take a siesta, I'd much prefer it to be on my terms and not— ( he matches her gesture at the building. "somewhere like this". )
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[personal profile] passio 2023-05-23 12:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ dextera likely knows more about makoto’s time in horos than makoto himself does; and even then, he doesn’t know half of how deep it really went. the crack in makoto’s shard and the resulting sword he crafted from it was his only true insight into something they never spoke about.

it’s enough, though, to nod when makoto lightly asks if this isn’t just more of the same: choices made for them, forced by circumstance rather than by desire. ]


…I want you on my side.

[ the delivery of it is as neutral as it can possibly be, even through communion. he’s not trying to sway makoto with it, merely stating a fact and laying his cards out on the table. if by some chance they survive beyond this ordeal, he doesn’t want makoto to be his enemy in a world where he’s taken up a much more active role in guiding his force.

with that acknowledged, he’s giving his implicit permission for his words to be disregarded. makoto doesn’t have to really care about what he says, not out of sincerity or obligation. ]


Until now… I felt like we were doing well. But suddenly the world has changed.
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[personal profile] grunehexin 2023-05-23 01:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[There is a moment that it seems Sieglinde will rip her hand away. She has suddenly woken up before she intended, haunted by nightmares of those she loved and was duty bound to care for condemning her for giving them up for dead, and now someone was there? Someone was holding her hand, asking her questions?

But she... No, she does pull her hand back suddenly, though there was a long hesitance before she does so. Who was this, they felt as if she'd met them before, they knew of her village, but by sight--]


Wh- What business is it of...

[It had to be that man, did it not? Sieglinde holds her own hand, skin still quite pale from her feverish vision, panting slightly as she tries to catch her breath. Dignified, she must... she must remain dignified, befitting her station-]

- He is not my boyfriend, he is my manservant.

[Nevermind that she had always assumed he would actually be the father of her eventual heir if no other men happened to wander into the witch wood when the time was right.]

He is the only exception...

[And, she thinks... a bit more loyal hound dog, at times, than man. A thought which leaks into their chaotically sensitive Communion whether she likes it or not.]
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[personal profile] warmare 2023-05-23 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[Though there was no feeling in her hooves the way humans had sensation in their own limbs, Hayame feels the pressure and the faint sound of Amos' foot returning the gesture she had half aborted. It makes her... It makes the corners of her lips twitch, just slightly. She's more confident the second time, sliding the edge of her hoof slowly up and down the side of his calf until-

He lifts their hands. The movement arrests her attention. It makes the words stand out all the stronger. Words that sound like... words that man might have said to her. The one who had pulled her from the waterfall she'd tried to throw them off and instead of condemning her asked if she wouldn't take students and train the young ones in archery. The one who had pointed out the shameful truth of how relieved she'd been to be saved... and who had asked her a question that had begun to change everything.

Don't you want to live in a world where it's alright to be happy about that?

Now Amos reminds her that the dead cannot do anything for anyone and she knows, she knows but... Hayame's expression grows thoughtful and raw as she processes what he says, that he thinks she should come back with him, and if it had come from any other person she would have torn into them for the presumption, the gall, but he... Her hand twitches against his cheek where he had nuzzled. Two fingers curl away from the desperate press of their hands on shards so that she might rub along the line of his jaw, over that barbaric beard of his. Maybe there is Zenith yet hiding in her hearts, lurking somewhere in too high an amount to be given away to just one other. If she could blame that for these treacherous thoughts...

Her lips curl up in the corners just enough to almost possibly count as a smile. One that is sad, and tired, and hates herself for even considering the possibility but she needs to know-]


... What sort of world would you create, Amos?

[If that Yima woman was actually right. If Zenith took from them every Oracle they needed to remake the worlds they claimed were gone.

If Hayame herself failed (again), like she did now in letting her hearts waver enough to even dignify asking a Zenite what they planned to do with the power they might some day supposedly help wield. But with him, with this strange thing between them, the invitation he'd laid out at her hooves knowing full well that she could not take it...

She needs to know. Wants to.]
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[personal profile] redsoil 2023-05-23 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Gen.

[ Set is not apologetic, as he breathes out the young man's name. Not even as he reaches under his knee, under his thigh, to pull it across Set's own belly. To bring the center of Gen's legs over his lap — so that they face one another, and he can hook one arm low on his back, the other high behind his neck ( holding to his spine, pushing his face into the warm crook of his throat ) and twist them. He holds Gen like one might hold a tired child, half-draped over him, and presses him back into the fold of the roots; an even smaller place, where he can be hidden away and not exposed to anyone who might wander in. It puts them closer, even closer. ]

The scale may be larger, but the crime is the same as any one you could commit. I simply — they expected better of me. And they [ the Ennead ] punish me for being what I am.

[ Evil. Tyrant. Monster, victimizer. Cruel, angry, bully.

Like this, he can half-whisper, half-Commune in the dark, private corner where he hides Gen ( hides himself ). Like he is trying to obscure something precious from anyone seeing it, even if Gen is 'just' some human brat with too much anger and anguish. In the clutch of their minds, Gen's envy is tangible. And Set's response is not smugness, or pleasure. It is the flinch of someone who does not believe in his own words: no, no, he sighs, cracking at his rotting seams and tells him: they're not anymore, nobody is waiting for me, all I have is the promise left. The one who gave voice to that promise does not remember him. Looks upon him with the same hatred as any other god, the same judgment and distaste.

The face of someone he once knew and love swims between them: full of contempt, spitting you evil god, die and leave the world better than with you. ]


I am rotten, somewhere too deep inside. [ And he swaps hands, to the one with his Savant brand, to push hair back from Gen's brow and try to find his face. His eyes, wherever he's hiding away. ] Is that the same, for you? We both belong somewhere else, after all. So, why do you want to leave me?

[ He could care less about Meridian, in the end. His acceptance of Gen is steadfast, unyielding — to him, it was more important than any hope, real or false, that could be promised by the cruel light of Meridian. ]
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[personal profile] redsoil 2023-05-23 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
I want them, [ he falters, then.

What does he want, from anyone? Validation, acceptance. To be real in their eyes. To defy his brother's unwavering truth — that Set only possesses authority, only derives power, from Osiris's good graces. He wants power, absolutely. The might to conquer, the strength to stand once more as the damnatio memoriae that broke the faith of armies with his mere presence. ]


The second. The second thing you said.

[ In his life, unlived but part of the whole of him, he is the strength of kings. The name of calamity and power, whom assists in upholding the absolute authority of the pharaonic power within Egypt; the complex, conflicting outsider-god whom roams far and wide and sits at the right of the kings of men and gods. These are things he does not know, he cannot grasp. They linger in the infinite pool of his existence, and he has not the net to cast into the darkness to draw on his experiences — he is young, younger than some know him to be. And he turns to Akua with bruised eyes, blood drying in his hair and in the hollow of his throat, from the battles. His battles. ]

If they cannot wholly find purchase in Meridian's promise alone, I want to be what they can entrust to. I cannot be the shining, perfect light as our Tribune must be, but I can be his shadow. I do not think I have ever sought their worship, when I think of it. I only want — to be wr pḥtj ḥr ptrt šnwt ḥꜣ m snḥmw. For myself, and them. As a bonus.

[ tsundere mode ]
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cw: thanos....

[personal profile] zenwhoberi 2023-05-23 04:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[she can extend trust — but it doesn't mean she'll let her guard down. not completely, at any rate. it'd be a mistake to underestimate this woman, she thinks, and it's a mistake that many would make; they'd fixate on her crisp appearance, on her demeanor fitting of a diplomat or a politician, and they'd dismiss her as any form of threat potential in seconds.

but gamora knows better. glinting in the low light, there's a ferocity visible in the woman's eyes — the same that's reflected in her voice. there's much more to her than can be gathered in an initial glance.

it'd be a mistake to underestimate her, and there's a reason not to get complacent — but there's also, at the same time, more of a reason to not regret her decision to trust.

for a time, she just listens, considers; notes: meridian, gift. more than that, though, she notes something familiar. enough that, long after the words have died out, she has her own quiet offering into the silence.]


The first time I lost a fight, my father locked me in a sensory deprivation chamber. [there's a shudder down her spine at her own use of the word father, but it's the only one she has without making this skeleton of a story more than she wants to tell.] No food, no water, nothing but my own thoughts for three days. He thought it'd break me down, give me the disadvantage I deserved against my next opponent. But the instant he let me out, I attacked him directly, and I made sure it bled.

[tilting her head, she glances back at the woman.]

He was a fool.

[it's said with more certainty than she actually feels, because the truth is — thanos been a step ahead of her at every turn; he had, in fact, known exactly how to break her. the thought goes down sharp and bitter when she swallows it, but she makes sure none of that shows on her face.

there are better tortures.]
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[personal profile] bakedapple 2023-05-23 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The answer is not what he expected. It's not that Link was hoping to hear any particular answer, as torn as he is between his desire not to kill others and his growing understanding of the need to do so — but that this soft-spoken, unknown individual who gave themselves up to the Effigy would offer his own story. For a strange moment, he had forgotten that he was speaking to another Shard-Bearer, with a world just as rich as Hyrule and a life that had probably been much richer than the year's worth of experiences Link has had since losing his memory.

His innate curiosity has him wanting to know more, but he tries to focus on the advice he's being given. Is that what it is? Advice? Maybe not. Maybe just insight. But his words feel a whole lot like advice, whatever the intent might have been behind it.
]

...I'm no stranger to killing. I've hunted thousands of monsters, and I've defended myself against the humans who've allied with them. [ Frowning, he looks downward, but a resolute determination is solidifying in his mind, like a nut rattling against the inside of its unbroken shell. ] Grief and regret... it won't make me feel better. And it definitely won't make them feel better about having been killed. But I can't let that stop me. I'll shoulder any burden, any trial, in order to bring Hyrule back. And I'll shoulder it with no regrets.