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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] leicesters 2023-05-23 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
I thought so. [This Byleth might be harder to read, particularly with Sothis making his body language erratic and unnatural, but even still, Claude can tell when he's being pushed too hard. At least she acknowledges that and seems to be considering her options, but whether she'll act on it...]

I don't know what it will take for you to trust me, but I'm not prepared to leave him until you let him rest.

[And presumably she can't just get rid of him, if what she said about Byleth's restraints on her is true.]
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[personal profile] cutlery 2023-05-23 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Link’s excited answer makes Sebastian laugh, but it’s full of genuine warmth and charm at the response. He appreciates a gourmand, yes, but just anyone excited for food makes him just as happy, really! ]

Oh, please, you needn’t apologize. I am happy to cook and happier to accept a challenge, I admit.

[ He holds out a gloved hand to take the can as Link approaches, since he’ll have to inspect it first to see what kind of tool he’ll need to pop it open. Worst comes to worst, he can just summon a bit of shadow, but… He’d prefer not to use it on something so trivial, naturally. ]

Sebastian Michaelis, by the way. [ He says, turning the can, and then with a light noise, starts to head back to the kitchen. He has just the thing, he thinks. ] It is a pleasure. And, please, do join me in the kitchen if you would like!
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[personal profile] leicesters 2023-05-23 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[Claude tries the stairs, putting his weight on one side of the stairs rather than the middle; if they were going to buckle, it would probably be in the centre. They hold for now, but he's already doing mental calculations of how easy they'd be to break if someone found the two of them and decided to give chase.]

Kinda reminds me of coming back to Garreg Mach years after Edelgard trashed it. Wonder how she'd deal with all this?

[It's a pointless hypothetical when she's dead, their world is dead (possibly), and with the Tree ailing, she might never find her way here. But he at least wants to try to ease the mood a little while they look around.]
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[personal profile] cutlery 2023-05-23 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sebastian scoffs first at Set’s comment, but the tilt of his smile just adds to the impression that Silco gets. He is unfortunately learning something new about his allies (“allies”, in both cases) today, and it’s indeed that they get along perfectly well without Silco as a bridge between them. Maybe more that get along, but surely he’s imagining that… ]

And normally, I would produce some for you, as I am interested, but… [ Sebastian shrugs. Set already knows that Sebastian can produce anything he wants from his shadows, though his gifts to Set had been limited to wine so far. ] Alas, it is better to conserve my energy for the time being.

[ He would normally produce them without question, but he’s also sure that Silco would prefer he conserve his ability in case they ran into trouble. Which, lmao, but they don’t know that ]

Regardless, that is a fair enough answer. I merely find it amusing that you would do such exploring with us… But, well. Your interest in mysteries is more than your blind loyalty Meridian, I suppose.

[ He teases, but he’s at least prevented from more teasing by coming to their door. He tilts his head lightly as he assesses it, but with a nod, looks to Set. ]

Will you, or shall I?
Edited 2023-05-23 23:44 (UTC)
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[personal profile] fishfearme 2023-05-23 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
There is nothing you can do that will earn my trust.

[Sothis turned back towards him, her frown edging into something far more bitter. To float the idea that Claude had more than a snowball's chances in hell to earn even a speck of trust from her was downright laughable. She was done with trust. She was done with humans. The only one deserving of her attention was the one whose body she inhabited, and even then, that was out of pure necessity and forced circumstances.]

Humanity as a species lost that privilege when they betrayed me - not once, but twice! Do you think me ignorant as to what those Hero Relics truly are? Or the origins of your "Goddess gifted" Crests?!

[Rage cracked through her voice then - blistering and intense and inhuman - but as quickly as it flashed it was neatly packed away, Sothis letting out a harsh exhale and turning her scowl to the nearby wall instead. The topic never failed to make her vision tinge red - the realisation she had, when she had prompted Byleth pick up that ridiculous Church's scriptures and read it through... the realisation...

But the vengeful fury that quivered through her being was muzzled by Byleth. She couldn't lash out indiscriminately - even she knew the descendants were not to blame for their ancestors' sins - but neither did she have any other way to vent this grief except to sleep through it. Whenever the urge to inflict it on Byleth rose in her, just one look at him killed it immediately, leaving dissatisfaction in its wake. Sothis wasn't so far gone that she would descend to that low.]


Do not speak of trust to me again, mortal. You will only earn tolerance from me. [...] And perhaps I will tolerate the idea of you standing vigil over us. Even I must bow to the biological necessities of my vessel, and it seems adequate rest is one of them.
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[personal profile] consolation 2023-05-24 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Her rebounding flinch when his irritation lashes out is short-lived, as if it's more serving the expectation that she should be flinching than actually pulling away. She might argue that it has everything to do with Manon, if she was in an arguing state. In their dealings with both the otter and the man, there was the weight of what could and couldn't be saved hanging like a sword above them. No choice has ever led to perfect harmony in its outcome. That is, perhaps, the lesson they should have learned for this discussion.]

To let him live in service for his penance would have one stipulation the pagan god Set may not have considered. Only a willing soul can be saved. [Though anything can be, as long as it has not sunk so deep into the abyss or emerged from it.]

Would it matter to you if he had crossed that threshold?
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[personal profile] leicesters 2023-05-24 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
Tolerance, huh?

[His tone is flat. He can't change that he's human, or that the blood of the Star Dragon runs in his veins -- the blood of one of the Ten Elites. He won't apologise for something like that, that once again he's earned scorn simply for existing. In this moment, the so-called goddess seems exhaustingly human herself.

Even Rhea, for all her flaws, for all the cruelty she'd endured, saw fit to show kindness, in her own way. Claude opts to do the same, unfastening his cloak and offering it to Sothis.]


Here, take it. For your... biological necessities, or whatever you call it.
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[personal profile] appeale 2023-05-24 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ she should be acting. it isn't something she can drop just because she's tired or afraid; she needs to think ahead, to what comes after this and how to improve her reputation with the Meridian. even if she were with Zenith, there would be no difference, so it's absurd that its influence is making such an effort to lull her into apathetic complacency. but the memories of how wretched her existence has been, the failure of her life twice over — it makes it seem impossible to drag herself up from the depths.

it is a helpless brand of despair that permeates the Communion: what is the point of trying at all when the outcome is always the same? ]


Things just... don't go well for me.

[ conversation wasn't what she expected in response to her mutterings; caught off-guard, she quickly decides some degree of vulnerability is a better play than trying to brush it off. there isn't any rule that her character needs to be an optimist. later, she'll make up for it, play the part of the cheerful princess.

she raises her head just enough to look up at Akua through her hair with a sad smile, and although she's able to keep it out of her expression, she can't hide the bitterness colouring her mind. ]


I don't know what I did... [ a soft laugh. ] Maybe I'm cursed.
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[personal profile] fishfearme 2023-05-24 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Sothis didn't acknowledge the metaphorical olive branch - at first. She was still scowling at the wall like it had personally wronged her, her hands flexing and relaxing at her sides as she visibly worked through some great emotion that blocked out everything else around her. She had always been an expressive person - wild and free with her heart... but back then, vengeful rage didn't haunt her mind like a ravenous beast. It went against her nature to suppress her impulses, but in this, she had to. She had no choice.

This powerlessness she had over her own fate and now her own heart was becoming ridiculous.

Finally, however, as the moment of silence threatened to stretch into awkward territory and give the impression that she was ignoring him, Sothis just... slumped. Her shoulders dropped from their combative posture, her head dipped slightly, and when she turned to face Claude once more, her expression was less belligerent and more apathetic. The coals of rage could only be kindled for so long until their flames drained - and Sothis had spent so much of her time in this strange chamber aimlessly angry and lashing out like some sort of impulsive beast.

Perhaps it was the body's exhaustion corrupting her... or maybe even her spirit could flag when crushed under enough pressure. She supposed it didn't matter. She lacked the will to be intentionally difficult either way.]


Keep it. This vessel does not require the extra warmth. Just ensure no one decides to slay me in my sleep again.

[Byleth's internal temperature was always optimised accordingly. With that information delivered, she leaned against the wall and let her eyes slip half-shut. She'd rest... but like hell she was lying down and potentially getting shanked by some opportunistic bastard. No. She was going go sleep like a horse: standing up.]
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cw suicide

[personal profile] sterngaze 2023-05-24 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Sorry, Hayame; one of the oldest gods in Creation where Liem is from is the Lord of the Nine Hells, so actually, the ones responsible for shaping his world also included at least one demon (or devil, more accurately). At worst, if he doesn’t manage to get rid of Sebastian before the end, he’ll just be breaking even.

He's never wanted to become a god. It wouldn't change what he is, he'd think, not at his core. And if he's not strong enough to overcome even the perverse needs of his mortal flesh, how could he be strong enough to wield the power of the divine?

Abadar could do it, if the Oracles could bring him back. He would know what to do.

But although his Lord might be pleased, Hayame would not be able to save the ones she'd left behind, and Set would still be alone, and Gen and Voryn and Gray and everyone else in Meridian would never be able to see their homes again. And neither would he.
]

Hayame.

[He lifts a hand, rests his fingers gently atop the fist clutching John's shard, as if to urge it gently back into its place in her pouch.

Choosing Zenith has not afforded him new loyalty to its cause, or conviction with which to fight in its name. If anything, it is the opposite; what conviction he'd possessed has crumbled under the onslaught of Zenith's seductive promise, broken his belief in what he'd thought was right and left him with no strength upon which to rely on turn. He does not have the will to raise a fist in defence of the mission he's claimed, or even in defence of himself. Especially not against Hayame, who has never been anything but steadfast in her desire to be strong for him.
]

I cannot go back with you.

[He cannot return to Meridian when he knows in his heart that he doesn't belong there. Instead, Liem reaches for the belt at his waist and retrieves the long, rust-scarred knife that he'd found in Springstar. The blade is in execrable condition, but he has honed the edge sharp again. When he takes a breath, turns the knife around so he can press it between his ribs, the point bites cruelly through the dust-soiled layers of his clothing. His eyes hold hers, intent.]

If you want to return home, then…

[His knuckles whiten on the knife's hilt, his hands trembling slightly as his grip tightens. Nerves shiver down his spine as he tries to envision the motion it would take to drive the blade home. His fear tells him that he won't be able to go through with it. Although he keeps it from his face, it radiates out into the communion space between them.]

Help me.
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[personal profile] redsoil 2023-05-24 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
If I ask this question more often, will you come to contemplate the answer in the same way?

[ Despite his demands, Set has no true idea how to be a friend to anyone. His best friend through his long, long life had been his own sister — Isis, whom had been quick of temper and just as apt to throw things at him and pull his hair when he acted in a way she thought of as foolish or counterintuitive. They had been faithful companions, though. Her wisdom had always been derived from eyes that saw further than his, and a heart that enveloped humanity with the overbearingly pure strength of a mother.

( It is not Nut that Set sees in Yima, in the end. It is Isis, instead. )

He curls his knees against Liem's hip, folding in towards him with the blind, carelessness of someone who knows of his body as a tool — not a thing capable of comfort, of holding others gently. He cannot hold anyone well, without it becoming heady or straying towards parental. So, instead, he curves himself around Liem's side and tucks in, pushing his nose into the priest's hair with a soft, telling sniff. His sensitive dognose, drawing in familiar scents with which he tends to locate and identify others. ]


You already had a difficult time under Springstar's suns, I cannot imagine how it feels now to be looked upon by such a deathly light. Too often, I hear Meridian thought of as 'the hope' or 'the good'. I have never thought of Meridian's light as a warm, kind thing — Ra, god of the sun, is a capricious and violent woman, after all. She is the true face of the light. Savage, ravenous, a thing you must survive.

[ He wiggles his hand closer, knitting it around Liem's wrist. They are of no help to one another as Shard-Bearers, but must that be all they are to one another? ]

What stalks you, Liem? If you were to turn and face that feeling, what would you find?
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2 caren 2 many...

[personal profile] consolation 2023-05-24 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Her faith in Zenith had never been as unflinching as his, even if she stood by her convictions regardless. Is that the reason that she can stand a little taller and unpoisoned, though her body is weak and her mind porous, spilling and rubbing against the emotions of others so easily? She isn't in pain - isn't in the same pain her body normally experiences, at least, so the discomfort she feels now is fresh, enlightening.

The worst of his strife is far from physical. It's lucky that she happened to be passing by this side of their prison to come across it, so she can witness something in Amos that she doesn't think she'd be likely to see again.

Reaching out, she takes one of his hands in both of hers, so that the ichor from his knuckles spills onto her skin as well.
]

What's home?

[Caren asks this finally, no assumptions, no wheres. She can't say what she called a home, what she might want to return to...but now she also doubts that anything created anew in the path of Zenith's win could be a home, either. She had been well taken care of, before, in the place where she once lived. It could always be the same again.]
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[personal profile] redsoil 2023-05-24 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ Momentarily, there is a spike of sentiment: where are you taking him, and the rush of threatening heat that boils up within Set. He leverages the blame at Dark, as Lucien vanishes in his hands — the guttering feeling of a sickness in his stomach the only sign that even the mental shift in favor of Dark is of any alarm to Set. ( He pushes it aside, leaves it in his wake. Approaches on silent feet, with a gait that betrays nothing further than that spark of protectiveness.

Briefly, his nose wrinkles. A little distasteful at the absolute state of undress this man is in — he remembers him, the prolific sorcerer. The kidnapper of his property, Rudbeckia de Borgia. The coward who swapped himself with a child — though, Set is assembling the image that perhaps it was not cowardice that lead to that end. If they both exist in the space of Communion, then... ]


We did not properly introduce ourselves, when last we met. You are quite the adept sorcerer, Dark.

[ — their skirmish in Alenroux is done. The people who died have been served. He holds no grudge against this man, and acknowledges him freely. The way that, perhaps, Dark acknowledges him. Is he known? Or — ]

Did someone tell you about me, then? Others speak of 'alternates' and 'parallels', but I am the one and only Set. Of this I am sure.
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[personal profile] cutlery 2023-05-24 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sebastian laughs gently first to Set’s comment, and there’s a little smirk in response as Set pushes him back. He takes a seat as directed, and before he gets started, he can’t help but give a coy little comment back. ]

I hate to admit it, but you have certainly honed a talent for vexing me.

[ But clearly not so vexing that Sebastian is displeased with their arrangement, and even worse (in his opinion), he trusts Set with such a delicate procedure. Disgusting, honestly, and he even thinks so. Yet both of them operate in a similar way, and in truth, that’s what Sebastian trusts. They’re both conniving and dishonest, and you can always trust someone with that personality to act exactly as you expect.

He almost breathes out another laugh at Set’s comments about scars, but it’s immediately cut off with a sharp sound as Set’s fingers dig into his socket. As he had warned, the response is twofold. In the physical, Sebastian’s hands reach out and grab Set’s hips. It’s likely a partially teasing response in part considering their unusual relationship, but it is also the practical place before him to grip tightly. The strength is bruising, but at least he’s limited by his human form here.

But worse (to most, anyways. To Set, well—) is what comes through Communion. As soon as Set’s fingers dig into sensitive, raw flesh, those shadows from earlier return, though with notably less ferocity. There’s no vicious, feral fear here, but it’s a supernatural shiver of hot pain of exquisite clarity. As Set extracts the remaining gore, the black mass seems to writhe and contort in response to each instance of pain, its form morphing and reshaping with an unsettling fluidity. It twists and turns, creating grotesque appendages that reach out in a macabre dance, as if attempting to alleviate the source of its suffering by considering lashing out at Set and anyone else unlucky enough to be witness, but...

Sebastian is careful. Even if those shadows couldn’t do anything in this space, he hates them being seen at all. This is a reflexive gnashing in the core of what he is. It’s not reflected outwardly by anything more than biting down on his lip hard enough to immediately split the skin to swallow the sound that threatens to come out. Set fluidly pulls out the remains, and Sebastian gasps out a harsh sound, hoarse and barked out, but he shivers as Set leans closer. The shadows calm and return to whatever dark pool they hide in.

The pain doesn’t completely subside as Set, what—Licks at his wound? That’s what gets him to laugh, though it’s shaky as he comes down from the burst of adrenaline and pain. Oh, Set. ]


Haa— This is a new way to try and woo me, dear Set. [ Nb is left off this time—Whether that’s intentional or not isn’t clear. ] I shall not forget your attentiveness.
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[personal profile] intervener 2023-05-24 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ Zhongli is a sweet talker. there's a real silver tongue on this guy, and much as Vash knows a good lot of this is just pretty words - he might have the stomach for some of that right now. there isn't all too much that's 'pretty' nor 'appetizing' in the suffering, the shared state of lament that seems to hover thickly like a veil in the air around them. it's almost palpable, isn't it? a physical thing that makes it a little bit harder to breathe.

maybe it makes him selfish or a coward. he's been called both those things and worse; he doesn't much mind whatever moniker he'd get this time for how nice it is to have someone sit next to him in offering of something he needs, and to take away something he doesn't. it hurts, too - of course it does. Vash knows what he'd be giving up and giving to Zhongli means that they're 'enemies' in the eyes of others around them, and that the day might come when serving their factions doesn't result in so gentle an exchange.

but more importantly, he knows it means Zhongli has given up on 'home,' and that hurts far more than seeing a friend on the other side of things.

everyone has their reasons. he knows that better than most, and he'd be the last person to judge anyone for making a choice that doesn't align with his. it isn't like he's got this figured out. he'd be the first to admit he isn't even close and probably never will be; he's just A Guy. people aren't meant to Know the fate of the universe, or whether everything can be saved, whether it's too far gone on such an existential, enormous scale. but-- ]


Hm.

[ rubbing his chin further as if in deep, solid consideration of this prospect of partnership, soup-making and wares-perusing aside, Vash tilts his head one way, then the other... making a good show as if hemming and hawwing over this choice. ]

Alright; you got me. You've got some pretty useful skills and I might be willing to deal, but we gotta lay out some ground rules, first. I already know you're a man who likes a fair trade so I figure this won't be too tough to negotiate, yeah?

[ he doesn't need to have the answers. he just needs to believe there's a chance it hasn't all been for nothing. that it isn't too late.

and he needs to know why Zhongli - practical and kind Zhongli - has decided that chance isn't there. ]
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tysm mod-chans!

[personal profile] bakedapple 2023-05-24 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ The office, as it turns out, is not locked, but aside from that, there is little to be found there except dust and scattered old documents. Link heaves a shallow sigh — even knowing how much Cyrus would not be in here, the glimmer of hope was still in his heart, and he's disheartened to find the office empty. But there's no time to dwell on the abandoned state of the office. ]

...well. Let's try to look around and see what we can find. Maybe there's something useful we can bring back.

[ Without looking to Dimitri, Link crosses to the side of the room across from the desk and starts to search the cushioned chairs pushed up next to the cloudy windows. It was just a few weeks ago that he sat here and drank wine with Cyrus... again, he finds himself quietly asking, how did they end up in the situation they're in now? This is another exhausting beat. ]
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[personal profile] bakedapple 2023-05-24 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
So you don't believe it?

[ He hears that tremble in Cid's voice. Normally, it would cause him to slam on the breaks of this line of questions, but... a part of him wants to know. He needs to know why Cid is so eager to abandon a world that he claims to mourn and a lover he so obviously misses.

Maybe a Trade will illuminate the truth.

Swallowing dryly, he stands and faces him.
]

Okay. Yeah, let's trade.

[ He pulls the gem from the back of his hand, eying their surroundings warily as he does. He might trust Cid, but he doesn't trust the rest of them. Anyone, of either side, could just waltz over and try to shatter the Shards of those trying to trade. ]

...we'll need to bleed to do this, won't we. It's the same as before.
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[personal profile] consolation 2023-05-24 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
[The ugliest of things flares through her, then: sympathy, uninvited. It's followed quickly by her own distaste. It would seem it was a sympathy she didn't want to experience.]

We could hope that he's as weakened as the rest of us and act before he regains his footing. That's a gamble.

[When they first met the otter, she knew he was neither possessed nor demonic in nature. There are many more things than that that exist outside the boundaries of the world, though, and should not be allowed to.]

Instead you'd break a cycle before it began... things do get stranger every time around. [She knows that, somehow, more intimately than she feels she should. Unlike the other feelings, which sink into the delicate, detached fabric of her communion like vapor into clouds, this confusion lingers a little longer, ill-fitting, a question that doesn't fit.]

... In that, you are, as you say, a pragmatic man.
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[personal profile] redsoil 2023-05-24 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ There is a little voice in his head, howling at him in Isis's voice, Hayame's voice, Akua's voice — not to do this. Not like this, not with Zenite companions. The way this will impact Meridian in the long run may be catastrophic, the information will spread among Zenith — it will become useful, it will become leverage. And yet, Set is not without his own counters for such a thing. He is not quit of the Beyond, the stomping grounds wherein Highstorm secrests lie; and he is quite certain that members of Meridian are assailing locations where Zenith hides things, too. ]

I know you two will use what we find. I know in which ways you will, too.

[ He smiles, all white teeth and guile of his own. Stubborn, foolhardy perhaps, but one who prefers entering a place of secrets with these two; above all else, if it is Silco and Sebastian, he has come to know them to know how they may utilize the information. All three of them are uniquely selfish, and wicked in their own ways. ( Besides, he has motivations of his own. And the hunger he has for knowledge will serve him, among the Meridian. )

Set takes a step back. ]
I have it.

[ As he steps in, he lifts his leg in a graceful, powerful arc. At the point where he still feels his divinity the most, he lashes out at one side of the grand, powerful doors. The locked doors — and folds the damn thing in half on its hinges, and then he spins on his toes, to cleave the whole thing out of the large frame with the sound of wrenching metal and bursting seams.

Open says SET. ]
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[personal profile] redsoil 2023-05-24 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
sighs,

set took sebastian and silco to the tallest warehouse in the viomichanikós district — locked door? off limits? not anymore!

https://kenoslogs.dreamwidth.org/19453.html?thread=5677565#cmt5677565

edit: oops i forgot to include I THINK THEY ARE LIKELY LOOKING FOR the source of the smoke/ the process that is being used to make ss's energy, any supporting records documents and/or information to dig into when? back in the proper timeline....
Edited 2023-05-27 15:03 (UTC)
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[personal profile] bakedapple 2023-05-24 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's brief, like a sudden gust of wind, but somehow Link feels like he can see — no, "see" is not the right word, it's an impression, an intuition, a faint outline of a memory, of a girl, standing by the Effigy's side as if it were Link's own side, pulling on his coattails. This image does not come with a sense of love, not exactly, even though Link can somehow tell that this girl was like a daughter to him, but... she still casts a shadow on his psyche nonetheless, maybe in a very different way than the average person, but still significant. Is this the same girl that he spoke of before? Did he... kill her?

The thought is chilling. Link stops, unable to focus on the question posed, as he ponders this, and what such a thing would look like for him. What if it were Sidon that he had to kill to bring Hyrule back...? What if it were Zelda? Could he do it? No. Probably not. Then again, if they were here, they would surely be on the side of the Meris. Of that, he has no doubt, and the thought calms his doubts. They would work together to bring their world back, and thus, there would be no occasion for Link to have to trade their lives for it.

His shoulders relaxed, having tensed up without him even realizing. This final question is easy to answer, at least. Maybe too easy.
]

Well, it's... hope, isn't it? [ He pauses to choose his words. ] Not just hope, but... faith. And love for your home... for the people in it... wanting it back, even if it wasn't perfect. Wanting what you already had, not wanting something new to replace it...

[ His voice trails off, giving his response no clear ending, but he feels as if he could go on. Unlike all the other times when he was at a loss for words. ]
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[personal profile] consolation 2023-05-24 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Some people like that she's delicate and cold, Gen.

It's almost a little insulting. Of course, he can tell the way she's feeling. That's often enough to disarm her, and it's true enough this time, too. She would rather not be called out like that, used to the relative protection of being an observer rather than a participant. However she's unraveling, it should be between her and one other alone. Her cheeks round out; she's puffed air into them.
]

Order me around like a fellow dog all you'd like. [Her skin is clammy, which become obvious the closer they are. However briefly, there's a light that sparks in her dull golden eyes. Offense, but a paradoxically pleased one, as if how dare you? could be felt with excitement. It's a bone for him to chew on, at least, while she stumbles to the ground beside him.]

You may be a mutt baying at the moon... but I will keep you company nonetheless, so you know you aren't experiencing this alone. [The collar of her dress might as well be choking her. Now that Caren is still on the ground, it's easier to see the erratic was she pulses for air, the way she fidgets with her restrictive clothing. It really does feel like she's being squeezed by something that wants to break and recreate her bones as branches. Her mind, however, is the opposite of thus restrained. The foyer of her communion is always like the empty pews of a disarmingly empty, echoic church, but this one might as well have been torn up by the roots that ripped up the floorboards.]
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[personal profile] redsoil 2023-05-24 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ Honestly, he would love to sink his teeth into that admission, but with Amos driving his foot between Set's legs — well, thought goes out the window. Were he not diminished to human quality, he would rid himself of the issue by converting to sand; even his bare skin was better than armor, but only when divinity coursed through him, and Meridian alongside it. It sucks, to suddenly, violently, know what it actually feels like to be kicked there. To know that it is winding, but ultimately — not the worst pain he's been in.

Still, it SUCKS!!

It does drive him off of Amos, puts him against the ground gasping and breathless. A keening sound rasps between his gritted teeth as he holds himself low on his stomach where the pain actually builds, nausea rolling up through him in a wave. Briefly, his mind scatters throughout their violent, locked in Communion like wind dashing a handful of sand, of ash, through the sky. And then it sharpens, hones in. He needs to cope, to push the pain aside. Forcefully, he does. He does not bottle it up, but instead draws it up into his chest, spreads it through his collarbones and into his throat —

he hopes Amos is coming at him again, because he's readying for it. Silent, thrumming with pain ( curiosity ), and loathing ( curiosity ). ]
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[personal profile] sterngaze 2023-05-24 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
[It is tempting to Liem, clearly: the memory of his home country, and the thought of going back there. Even though, given his circumstances, he can't help but think that he might be going back home only to head directly to receive Pharasma's judgement in the afterlife. Still, that would be fine as well. He's lived a longer life than most, and it would be a relief to go to Utopia after struggling for so long in the mortal world. Just as long as he could be confident about the fate of those he was leaving behind. As long as they would be all right without him.

He tries not to give time to the worry that perhaps they might not be, that he might resurrect his country only for it to be plunged once again into generations of war. He had been trying to save it from that fate before he'd come here, but if war descended on Taldor after all, could he really feel proud to have fought for its return?
]

There is good and bad in all worlds. The one you would create will be no different.

[This is the rock to which he clings to, as he weathers the storm of doubts Zenith inflicts upon him. No matter how cruel his world, no matter how discordant or unjust, he cannot believe that anything better could exist. Why, then, would the gods have made it the way that it is?]

My home never offered kindness to me that I hadn't earned ten times over, but I still love it.

[There is a slight sense of resentment as he admits this, even as he speaks of his love. His words are not exaggeration; the humans of his home country had called him disgusting since the day he was born. The addition of a stone in his chest wouldn't make any real difference, not when his eyes and his teeth mark him so plainly as inhuman.

And yet, how can he judge any of them for their condemnation? His very existence is a reminder that to some, people are simply prey; a testament to violence acted against them by inhuman monsters shunned by the sun itself. And he does take so clearly after his sire.
]
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[personal profile] diversionist 2023-05-24 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ quetzalcoatl reaches for his face, and he — lets her.

it's surprisingly easy to get used to, her expressiveness. maybe because he knows her a little, because he's had a lot of opportunity in this conversation in particular to become accustomed to it. and it helps, the strong bond between them in communion, the blur where she ends and he begins. he can feel the genuine affection, the warmth, the overflowing love. it's too much, in truth. but it's also impossible to doubt.

gentle hands upon his face, the brief kiss to his forehead. when was the last time he was doted upon? years and the rebellion and a war ago. back when he had a family. back when he had a home. back when he had something to lose.

and maybe it's acceptance enough, that he doesn't let go of her shoulders until she pulls away, or that he doesn't flinch back from her, or that the sense of him is calm, accepting. a little fond, if you're paying attention. but he wouldn't admit to that. ]


That's kind of you. [ he means that. and, with an acknowledging tilt of his head, ] I'll remember.
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