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beleos ([personal profile] beleos) wrote in [community profile] kenoslogs2023-05-12 05:00 pm

The Seeds of Unrest: the Iconoclast Oracle


RUNNING OUT THE CLOCK
The situation is bleak.

The Blight - and the massive labyrinth of roots tearing both cities asunder, spreading deadly flowers wherever they penetrate - have progressed to a point beyond catastrophe. People are dying in rapid numbers. Bearers are having difficulty keeping up with the spread of infection - even among one another. The collapse of Kenos seems inevitable; a cure will not come in time. You can do nothing but watch as each new day brings further disaster, ticking down the seconds until it all falls apart.

And then, you feel something seize your Shard. As if physical fingers have wrapped around it, as if it is being clutched through you by invisible hands, you feel invaded. You feel wronged. But before you can panic, a voice enters your mind through Communion.

Excuse the dramatics, but there isn’t much time for pleasantries. The Trees are about to hit the point of no return. But there's still work to be done. The Tree of Life will take you where you can find it: the Oracle and the creature causing all this mess. Fix this when you find them. However you'd like.

Have you heard Aetos’ voice before? Perhaps it is the first time; perhaps it is familiar to you. Either way, the last thing you will remember is a confusing jumble: a spell of immense and incredible power, one utilizing the Tree’s strength to shelter you. The sensation of every cell in your body coming alive, yet seeming to break apart and render you into billions and billions of tiny pieces, all hovering in different times and places across all the different iterations, timelines, and realities in which you have ever existed. A voice that speaks not through words asking your forgiveness, unspeakably sad.

And then, there is nothing.

AWAKENING
Your eyes open, gritty with the feeling of a long, deep slumber.

Perhaps it takes a moment to shake off the heavy veil of exhaustion, to recollect what you were doing before you fell into this state of hibernation - but as soon as you do, you feel an immediate sense of foreboding around you. It is thick in the air, oppressive and pervasive, and you aren’t left long to wonder at its source. You lay beneath the branches of the Tree of Life, but as your bleary eyes focus… you see it. The Tree is all but bereft of life. Its bark has withered down to gnarled wood, the soft lichen dried up, and the grass that should be alive beneath you is long dead and gone. There is not so much as a single leaf on its decaying branches.

It has been this way for a long, long time... you realize this with a feeling of intense dread as you see it - the beautiful expanse of stars, of the cosmos, of universes scattered like starlight above the tree's boughs, gone. In its place hangs a sickly, ominously low-hanging, and dying sun ready to sing the end of everything.

You can't help but wonder how long Kenos has been in this state, but a sense of gratitude fills you as you realize that the Tree expended the last of its energies to protect you, the Bearers, during your state of rest. Had Aetos worked with the tree to see you sent here?

The next question comes quickly: how much time do you have left…? And can you find the Oracle before that time expires?

ABANDON HOPE (DAYS 1 & 2)
The cornerstones are still active and will take you to whichever city you wish to see.

Highstorm and Springstar sit like empty monuments to the cities that were once filled with life - yet the first thing you will notice is they are strangely absent the signs of the Tree’s overgrown roots, the Blight, the catastrophic damage that you can recall all too easily. Instead, each city sits as those they were summarily abandoned overnight, leaving nothing but their shells behind. There is a stillness in the air that is unnatural and unsettling. Despite the lack of any sign of the citizens of either city, you cannot help but feel… watched.

Something terrible happened here. Best you find the Oracle before something terrible finds you, instead.

The burning of a dying sun beats down on you wherever you go, unbearable heat sending waves off the aged cobblestone streets. Perhaps it is your instinct to seek refuge in the shade - but linger too long about the shadows and that feeling of eyes on your back, of being unable to breathe, of your world closing in around you will grow untenable and drive you back into the light. If you hope to explore the ghostly shell of your city in search of the Oracle - or to sate your curiosity, some problem-solving might be in order.

And while you acclimate yourself to your circumstances, you cannot help but note you feel wrong inside, somehow…

EXPLORATION

  • If your characters choose to explore previously unreachable areas, please use THIS TOPLEVEL to report when they get there in the thread! We will get back to you with what is discoverable in that location.
  • The following areas are off limits for exploration: below Yima’s Manor; below the Church of Heliopolis; Alenroux; Kowloon.
  • The Great Trees of both Highstorm and Springstar are in a similar state to the Tree of Life and will not respond to Communion.
  • Generally speaking, items will be of poor quality. Most will look as though they’ve aged thousands of years. Others will be in half-decent shape, but sparingly so. Oddly enough, it doesn’t seem like the whole city has aged at the same rate, so especially diligent rummagers can find worthwhile supplies. Please consider this should be rare and don’t go overboard!

NOTES

Here are some prompt reminders - see the full thing at the OOC Summary!
  • Characters will have a diluted connection to the Zenith or Meridian.
  • There will be periods powers are weakened or non-functional during days 1-2 (up to player discretion).
  • The sunlight results in scorching; the shadows cause claustrophobia and fear while outdoors.
THE RITUAL (DAYS 2+)
The place you started your journey to Kenos is also where it seems it will end. As soon as the first Bearer makes contact with the Iconoclast effigy, you are collectively drawn to the roots beneath the Tree - like a pang sent through your Shard. Your objective has been found. The Oracle awaits.

Trusting Aetos seems like a fool's errand, but you must put your hope in the Tree. What choice do you have left? It's time to find what lies at the end of this.

Bearers descend, your steps echoing in the dark, cavernous space. Once brimming with life and vitality, the roots are now dried and brittle like the bones of some ancient leviathan that died long ago. As you make their way deeper into the earth, the deadened roots twist, leading you to a vast chamber deep within it; the air here is thick with the smell of decay, and the faint glow of luminescent fungi and mosses barely illuminates the space.

To your left, the Bearers will notice what has drawn them here - and the object of their search.

An effigy sits on the ground between two darkened tunnels. The effigy is made of gnarled, dead branches woven together in a humanoid shape; its hollow, empty eyes are sightless, yet you cannot help but feel it is watching your every move. Branded on its forehead is the Iconoclast symbol carved into the rough wood.

Once all Bearers are present, the Ritual will begin. Your means of exit have been sealed off, and you are trapped, slowly deteriorating together…

NOTES

  • Bearers will have access to the Ritual Chamber which is a very wide, open space with the effigy situated against the far wall from the entrance. Several smaller tunnels off-shoot from the Ritual Chamber. They all run to dead ends; some are very small or narrow. This may afford you meager privacy away from the group.
  • Once a Bearer steps into the Chamber, they can no longer head back out the way they came. They’ll find themselves automatically walking back into the Chamber as if of their own volition.
  • For brevity’s sake we won’t list them out again here, but the complete description of effects Bearers will experience days 2+ is available in the OOC Summary.
  • The effigy is impervious to damage.
  • It Is Watching You.
  • In a dead-end root tunnel attached to the Iconoclast’s Chamber is the Blighted statue of an Otter that may be familiar to some… Please see THIS TOPLEVEL for more information!
THE PURGE (DAYS 5+)
The sap has festered in your veins for what feels like days. It’s impossible to tell how much time has passed; this place has no sunlight. The effigy watches as you remain trapped, huddled together around it, unable to leave as you find yourself sick with the affliction of the Meridian, Zenith - or both.

And then… something finally gives.

Though it does not move and speaks no words, you feel the effigy offering you guidance. Knowledge. Much like the Tree speaks to you in impressions and feelings, you are conveyed wisdom you did not have before: a way to take what you want and rid yourself of what you do not. A way to make your convictions known to all who would hear them. A way to be known. To write your path in blood, be it yours… or theirs.

When all is said and done, only one force - Zenith or Meridian - will gain its favor.

Show it who you are. Show it what resolve looks like to you - and what you are willing to do to attain it.

NOTES

Here are some prompt reminders - see the full thing at the OOC Summary!
  • You can Purge your alignment through various methods: Trading, Corrupting, or using the Effigy itself.
  • All characters will understand the end goal is for everyone to Harmonize; the alignment with the higher rate of Harmonized Bearers alive when time’s up wins the Oracle’s favor.
NOTES
  • A reminder that the Harmonization tally will take place on Friday, the 19th and be open through Monday, the 29th. The results will be released on Wednesday, the 31st OOCly.
  • Don’t forget to submit any deaths to the Death Tracker, with a gentle reminder characters will remain dead until the event conclusion!
  • Reminder to fill out the SETTING POLL ASAP if you haven't already!
  • Have some MUSIC if you'd like. LYRICS here!
  • HAVE FUN!!
CODING
warmare: (女らしく)

[personal profile] warmare 2023-05-24 01:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[There are those who would find it perverse to take contentment from what is essentially bad mouthing a member of one's same faction. But Hayame is has so little to content herself with, and she takes it where she can. Those she had thought (hoped) would come to... not her defense, because she did not need defending, but those she thought would profess support, who would condemn the man who maligned her so...

Where were those people when she had expected (wanted for) them? They had been nowhere.]


There is little more that needs be said upon it.

[This mercenary had been there. But Hayame has no experience in thanking people- not truly thanking, anyway. She knows how to do formal manners, but this is not... Her hooves shuffle awkwardly amongst the roots, her lips pursed and her posture stiff.]

I merely wished to draw attention to the fact that you have proper sense.
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[personal profile] redsoil 2023-05-24 01:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Yearning for someone is its own form of fear. You are scared that you will lose the opportunity to see him again.

[ After all, he yearns for the child he left home. He is coming to control the yearning, to pretend that his son is still the dark-eyed child he has shown to people he tethers himself to — and not the cold-eyed adult who called him evil god instead of father. If he conceptualizes Kenos as another foreign battlefield, he can master his yearning; he will be victorious, and he will go home to his child and wife.

Slowly, he aligns his hand over the spot where Dextera's have come to rest. Presses down upon them, steady as the earth for the moment. The agony clarifies within him, pain turns towards purpose. The mention of 'twin' strikes a chord within him that hums, pained and confused, before it dwindles away into some forgotten, unknowable place. ]


He might be nothing like you, too. Maybe he's shorter. Maybe he smiles more than you. Maybe he's meaner, like the Archangel. [ screw u archie ]

Do not be so scared. We will reunite you two, this is but one battle — win or lose, I will not let you fall into the despair you did before. You need to be ready to meet your brother with confidence, after all.
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[personal profile] zenwhoberi 2023-05-24 01:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[she hears zhongli; she does. if this mr. tibbs is as dangerous as they say, there's an easy temptation to eliminate the problem at the source.

ten years ago, five years ago, maybe, gamora could've found herself following that logic, when it had been all she'd known for the better part of her life. and maybe, by that logic, one could say that at least some of the people she'd killed had deserved it, but the truth is — at least the vast majority hadn't.

and there's a better way; she's seen it, lived it.]


You could say that about almost anyone who's hurt others, but where do you draw the line? [her question isn't accusatory; it's just a question, quiet and probing.] I don't think it's up to any of us to decide whether someone deserves to die, no matter what they've done.
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[personal profile] redsoil 2023-05-24 01:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Consider it. Manipulate the question being asked into something that supports your desires — you are being forced into a corner here, but it will not last.

[ That is the irony of this Oracle's asking — some have gone to the side they choose, that they truly support. Others? They have been forced, and if-when their eyes are opened to such a failure, he imagines they will become quite invigorated. Hopefully, he can assist them in turning their feelings toward Zenith, whether the consequences of the corruption are warranted by the Zenites or not.

He thumbs along Makoto's small jaw, bent over him with a great willingness to continue the push-pull of conversation. What he worries(?) for most is: ]
Do not let them take your reins in hand without making them pay for it, either side. One of the tactics here is to suppress your will and bring you to heel, to force you to compromise what you are worth in favor of point value.

[ Makoto claims he is no lamb for the altar, but Set presses back on that — he will be seen that way, by others. He will be seized one way or another, willing or unwilling. ]

So, Makoto. We come to the crux of your demand then — what I can give you. Remain Unharmonized, and allow me to carry your Shard back to the Tree and I will continue to support your freedom and liberty from both Factions until such time that you find in them what you are worth and take them for it.

[ Slowly, he releases the young demon. Spreads his hands and does not smile, expression severe and simmering. ]

Or, join me as Meridian. The old stage can still serve you, if you take home a surprise or two — you will have access to the war god's blessing for as long as you remain, and use of this body of mine even if you do not. Provided neither of us usurp the other's free will, or tame one another.

I want to see your victory, against your sun. Imagine claiming it, with the wickedness inherent in the shadow the sun casts.
Edited 2023-05-24 13:52 (UTC)
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[personal profile] redsoil 2023-05-24 02:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The irony is, that while Childe thinks gods have nothing to prove and cannot comprehend what it means to be weak, without power or means — by virtue of existing in Kenos, this particular god has had a crash course in such a thing. The irony is, this war god already knew what it was like to be weak, vulnerable and helpless long before arriving in Kenos. That is why he can fight as he does. He knows what it means to fight with the ferocity of one who wants to live, who does not want to be hurt, who has failed to survive and been strangled to death, killed slowly by animals, torn asunder by men.

Set knows, what is is like to have everything to prove. And to be fragile. He has been made fragile, and combats that every damn day. ]


Oh! You will tell me more, will you not? Your master sounds as though they have taught you valuable lessons. After all —

[ The image will leap to Childe, horrendous and threatening and promising: Set, masked and looming in the light. A dark star of practicality and instinct, wielding a hundred weapons crafted from the sands under his feet. Blades, bludgeons, projectiles, melee implements, polearms, and amidst them all — Set, his fists cocked and waiting. Calling for Childe to come to bear against him in every way he desires, with every lesson he has ever learned.

Zenith is not realism, to him. Zenith is a potential route, but making-unmaking-remaking a destroyed world is perfectly rational to his mind. He has seen his world wiped clean multiple times, reset and reformed under Ra's curious and capricious hand. Flood, blood and fire. The issue he takes with Zenith is that they seek a perfect world, as imperfect people; that the world they want to create will be boring. It will not have strife. It will not have passion.

Neither is Meridian optimism, to him. Every inch of him televises that into Childe's mind. Good and evil, hope and despair, optimism and realism — Meridian and Zenith are not opposites to him, but different paths to take toward his singular goal. That he has chosen Meridian is not because he believes in hope, but because Zenith's goal? It is vapid and boring. And there is no shift in that resolve, as he meets this young man in battle.

( You are too beautiful and wild for that fate, his light-stained mind calls to Childe. I would rather hold you while you die, and burn your impassioned soul into my own for an eternity than allow someone like you to wilt.

Did Childe not ascend from the Abyss — the darkness — once before? Why not again? )

Set does not immediately dive for the knife. It is a tool, but so is his body. He swipes his toes toward it to kick it into the distance, preparing to maneuver their fight so that he may seize it better later. Instead, he fastens tight to Childe and irradiates him with his desire. For Childe not to come to the side others think is hope and good, but to the side of his youth. The side of those who do not pretend to be optimistic, but instead battle the Abyss itself. ( Zenith is the Abyss. Zenith is the Abyss. Childe, you have already conquered the Abyss once. )

He twists, trying poorly to keep hold of Childe's wrist as he crosses the young man's torso and tries to get him into a hold, to pin his arm up behind his back. If he cannot succeed, he will step back instead. Distance returned, for another set up. ]


— I want to take you to every world. I want to fight you across foreign battlefields, Childe. Why would I settle for one handcrafted by people who do not want people like you and I in their boring, perfect world, when millions already exist?! Waiting for us!
Edited 2023-05-24 14:22 (UTC)
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[personal profile] redsoil 2023-05-24 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)
I had you. In combat, and in bed. I knew you in both, and I would know you now. Even when you go, I will know you.

[ And accept, all that he is. As intoned before they had even slept together, as had reverberated in his punches as they had collided in the Coliseum. He knows of Gen, but not all that Gen is; Set covets more, in the way that he does not covet everyone. Some, he could care less about. Some, he would rather throw off an island to an abyssal, lonely demise. Gen, he — ( Would like to hold the hand of, in his final hours. Would like to see smile once. Scowl often. Would like more of this moment with, where he can make the young man feel small, maybe even safe. )

He could be mean in return, as Gen offers him vitriol. Acid, fuel for a fire. He knows what he could say — Gen is not the first to have him, and was definitely the least memorable; Gen was an idle fancy, a drunken mistake. But, he wasn't. He was crude and bit and demanded and took, but he was nothing like anyone who came before him. ]


Do not be mean, Minegishi Gen. [ And then. ] That night, you were kinder to me than others have been. I do not feel it is stupid to know you, and it is not because I think of you as just somebody to couple with.

[ He touches his fingers to that fake, shitty grin. Traces it, somber but not pitying. Perhaps, in some way, it is the way Gen battles himself that Set adores. He is his own field of slaughter and death. A young man with an obviously broken youth, waiting for his own demise. ]

If you want to fight, we can always do that later, I do not want to waste the time I have with you. I want you around because you haunt me already, Gen. I want to know you, little ghost. I want you to be real and whole in my life. Tell me?
Edited 2023-05-24 14:45 (UTC)
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[personal profile] warmare 2023-05-24 03:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[Hayame knows what Akua's voice sounds like when she is trying to get her to stay her hand from laying a man flat... She had heard it at an information session at the Seat of the Tribune, when she had nearly seen that churl of an elf thing answer for his insults in calling her slave, and she does not relish hearing it now anymore than she had then. She turns her head sharply to the sound, a splash of vitreous fluid glistening on her cheek where it had sprayed from Sebastian's eye, her own one remaining orb blazing with righteous fury.]

Do not malign me in front of these people by calling this an assassination, Akua!

[She spits out the words and gestures with the blood-soaked spear tip in her hand, hooves churning up the earth and tail high, whipping angrily over her haunches. The demon laughs, and in honesty the sound jars more than the fearsome sight of the shadows that glare and gnash. She wishes to cut off his tongue, to render him speechless as well as sightless, and yet-]

I am the party first wronged here!

[Her glare turns back Sebastian's way, lips pulled back in a snarl that reveals the sharp glint of her canines.]

This demon could make this a proper enough battlefield if he were not instead intent on making me out to be some villain!
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[personal profile] redsoil 2023-05-24 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ With a brisk swipe of his hand, he drags his fingers through the blood-sap upon his chest, upon his Shard, and looks upon it as it stains his palm. Fingers. It is not an unfamiliar sight, as commonplace as someone might think it ought to be to a god of war and violence. Cassian Andor bled for him. Saved him. He did not have to, but it was the choice he made. For himself, for the women that had come to Set before him; the stern-eyed woman who he had seen as a spiteful little thing, but took his pain-seeking hands in her own with all the patience of a childhood friend. ( A little, just a little, the two of them simmer within him as if he has known them forever — Cassian, Jyn — and has he not? Has he not been the war that had defined them, pushed them, injured them. ) ]

Ask them what their new, perfect world looks like, Cassian. Ask them what it will take to attain that perfection. And when they answer, [ his jaw shifts, because Cassian has saved him.

Cassian needs Zenith.

And Set is still an avatar. One who removes the first stone, that supports a straining dam. Who asks the difficult question, impertinent and cruel. Whatever the answer, at least the question was asked. At least the knowledge comes to fruition, instead of dying on the vine. Slowly, he shifts his posture and leans in. Leans himself along Cassian's shoulder and tucks his head tiredly against the man's shoulder, even as he whispers the words. Even as he accepts his choice, and takes this momentary solace in his presence. ]


When they answer, I hope you think of the Empire.
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[personal profile] fishfearme 2023-05-24 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)
I do not wish to see the Relic, human. I want to see my child's remains.

[She pushed herself off the wall, ignoring the stiffness that pulled at her neck and shoulders from the awkward position she had dozed in. She didn't bother correcting Claude on the name - Failnaught was an Agarthan fabrication, a final papercut on an otherwise spearing emotional blow. She refused to so much as acknowledge it.]

You mentioned before, what you could do to gain my trust, and during my repose I have pondered the question. My earlier sentiment stands: humans lack the capacity to be trusted whenever power enters the equation in any format. However, as history has proven...

[She seemed to struggle with her words for a moment, like it was taking actual physical effort for her to set aside her pride to admit through gritted teeth:]

I am. capable. of. being wrong.

[She had been wrong about the Agarthan snake Shez, and she had been wrong about the Agarthans in a whole other way. She had been wrong about so many things, tiny little things, that had culminated into an irreparable disaster. Those gullible fools who prayed at the altar of the fictitious goddess that bore Sothis's name had no idea how fallible the gods were. She wished she was as omniscient and omnipotent as they believed her to be. So much could have been avoided. So much could have been fixed. But it was in the past, and beyond even her reach now.]

Which brings me to my... request. [Not demand, as much as she wished to phrase it as such. This was a test of sorts.] My understanding of Byleth's memories tells me that it is possible items from our timestream may appear in this land. If we survive this ritual and return to how things were, there is a chance that- your Relic, will wash up on these figurative shores. If they do, I request that you return them to me.
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[personal profile] warmare 2023-05-24 03:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[She had been so sure that she would not leave their shared Communion without Set's blood on her hands, and instead... she leaves it one another's. He vexes her so. She hates what he did still. And yet somehow... she had been told she was a friend. Told somewhere in their minds, where they cannot truly lie to one another, and she could not accuse him of deceit.

And so something has changed.

When the call comes, she hears it with the same ear she had once let him slice from her skull to offer the dryad. She turns to it... and much as if she was on a hunt, her sharp senses seem to spot a bird wheeling in the sky, marking where she ought to go...

Where she goes, turning her hooves onto the path through the roots towards the beacon she has been called to. But along the way... Why is it a mountain? "Why should it not be a mountain?", she thinks to ask, or perhaps a "What does it matter if it is a mountain"-]


I do not know.

[Yet, that is not entirely true. A beat later,]

They feel more free. The mountains.

[Not like the stable she'd been bred and raised in. That village in the mountain forests, that place where she had begun to form the barest hint of a thought that she might could have a different future... But that village was doomed because of her. She cannot imagine it green and warm anymore. In her mind, everything has grown so cold and treacherous. Only the deep caves were capable of sustaining light and fire now.]
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[personal profile] fishfearme 2023-05-24 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[Byleth peered up at her. He was not very familiar with Hayame, though he knew Claude was close to her in some fashion, but he knew when to recognise discomfort in others. She was stiff-backed and awkward, and she couldn't quite hide the audible scrape of her hooves shifting restlessly amongst the roots. It was like a thunderbolt, then, why Hayame approached him, the purpose of this sort-of conversation - it wasn't just about the Slavery Discourse.

She was trying to thank him without actually thanking him. A strangely common occurrence amongst mercenaries, so Byleth rolled with it immediately. For someone as proud as Hayame, even saying this much probably hadn't been easy for her.]


I see. Thank you, Hayame. I appreciate it.

[Byleth was not held back by pride, and his social awkwardness didn't make him hesitate either. He was always earnest when trying to express himself, no matter how clumsily, and he even managed to muster a... sort of smile? Byleth's facial expressions were always so subtle, but the corners of his mouth were upturned into a very small, yet genuine, smile. It made him look far softer than his otherwise stony expression conveyed.]

It was kind of you to point it out to me and... I hope you'll find others that may have the 'proper sense' as well. Those willing to speak it, at least.
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[personal profile] leicesters 2023-05-24 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[Claude studies her carefully, as if gauging her intentions. It's an understandable request, and the fact that she calls them remains does put him at ease as to her intentions -- unlike Rhea, who had used them as tools to control the humans beneath her, written in the blood and ashes of tragedy to create that millennium-old false history.]

Yeah, of course. [Claude decides, after a small pause, the weight of the request not lost on him.] You have every right to them. Maybe you can finally lay them to rest, after all these years.

[Either here, or back in her own Fódlan, they could finally know peace, instead of being condemned forever to be instruments of war.]
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[personal profile] fishfearme 2023-05-24 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sothis had been expecting some sort of fight, honestly. She had been braced for it: suspicious questions on why she'd want it, what she intended, why should he give something that belonged to him to her, he needed its power, etcetera. But instead, Claude simply agreed without a fuss, and it left Sothis a little wrong-footed and unsure on what to say next.

She had thought Claude would fail, as all humans eventually did. Not that she was stupid enough to take him at face value - he can so easily agree here, yet keep Failnaught hidden if it ever did fall into his greedy hands. But the fact he didn't even bother with a token protest or to be inappropriately inquisitive about her intentions genuinely took her off guard briefly. She always floundered when her combativeness or baiting didn't result in horn-locking.]


Well. Good. [Her voice was almost comically stiff, the deep frown on her face clearly conveying her confusion at how easily Claude had capitulated.] You have some sense after all. Assuming you keep your word, that is.

[Her frown eased into something less stern, chewing over her next words.]

For what I intend... I want to give them the funeral rites that my daughter Rhea should have bestowed on them. This will result in the destruction of your vaunted Relic, so do not expect to have it returned once I have finished.
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[personal profile] sterngaze 2023-05-24 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[This is the first time that Liem has heard this desire of Misa's, and he watches her inquisitively, a little surprised by the revelation. The way she says it — bring them back to life — makes him think that they must have died before her world ended. He wonders how a young woman like Misa came to suffer such a loss. Perhaps that is one of the reasons she wants to see her world replaced with something kinder.

He thinks, briefly, of his own mother, and how often in his younger years he had wished to know her. But she has been dead for a century and more; presumably, she has found her peace in the afterlife. It would be selfish of him to seek her return to life just so he might have the chance to see her, to speak with the woman who named him.

Besides — what if, when she saw what she had birthed, she saw nothing but a monster and a mistake?
]

You still believe that it's possible? To make a world that is truly fair, where terrible things don't happen to good people?

[Where families aren't torn apart by events beyond their control? Could such a world even exist?]

I don't know if I can believe that anymore. How could you really guarantee it, and still give people their own free will?
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[personal profile] leicesters 2023-05-24 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
I already told you I left it behind, didn't I? Between you and me, House Riegan no longer exists in my world. My Crest and that Relic have no meaning, just as they never should have.

[He gets to his feet, dusting himself off and facing Sothis with a serious look.]

I can't change the past, or undo what my ancestors did. But I can try to make things right in the best way I know how.

[And his Byleth intended to help him too. Not by doing away with the faith altogether -- for some in the aftermath of the war, it was all they had left to cling to -- but at least to break apart the shackles Rhea had made of it.]

For you, I'm sure you could use some closure in the time you've been given.
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[personal profile] hauntedking 2023-05-24 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
...that's an interesting question.

[ He thinks of Edlegard in that moment and there's a little hitch in his voice. He remembers how she died. He remembers her and it brings back a flood of memories. He shakes them off after a moment as he follows Claude up the stairs. ]

She would be direct about it. She would find a way through to her chosen goal, no matter what it took. That's how she was.
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[personal profile] diversionist 2023-05-24 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
War doesn't,

[ he says by way of agreement. most things don't get better in his experience — in his galaxy or here in kenos. just worse, harder, with the relentless march of time, like the advance of so many battalions of stormtroopers. looking at gamora, he doesn't think he's telling her anything she doesn't know.

(war doesn't get better, save for one exception. bodhi bringing them a message of hope; baze, armed with his gun, and chirrut, armed with his faith; k-2so, making dire predictions of odds and yet never faltering to follow him anywhere; jyn, shining like the sun. for a moment, there was hope. before that, too, was swallowed.)

he shrugs slightly, glancing around them before looking back to gamora. ]


But this won't be forever. [ the cavern, he means. the war, of course, is a different beast; it always is. ] This isn't the only Oracle out there. The others were taken somewhere strange to fight for an Oracle a few months ago, too.

[ the underlying message: but they were back to city life as normal by the time he got here, as normal-ish by the time gamora got here. the underlying message: this is not, precisely, optimism that he's giving her. she must know that. this too will end, yes, but and then it'll start all over again. he doesn't need to spell it out for her. ]
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[personal profile] hauntedking 2023-05-24 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Despite the documents perhaps being not all that interesting, Dimitri decides to sift through them to see if there's anything worth seeing. He doesn't read in too much depth, but he does skim them as he flips through the papers. Everything feels... oddly hopeless. But the words he does read do give him a bit of inspiration, as much as they also give him a sense of helplessness. Even when all seemed lost, these people didn't give up. Even when Cyrus vanished.

But what was the alternative?
]

There's a history here.

[ He murmurs, lifting a handful of papers. ]

An account of what happened. Cyrus wasn't here for most of it.
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[personal profile] passio 2023-05-24 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ dextera’s head drops in a way that makes his neck ache before he picks himself back up, and when he meets gen’s eyes, there’s honest surprise.

gen’s resistance to the forces of this world isn’t anything new, and dextera even has context now for why he might bend the way he does on certain matters, why he might not feel the same loyalty to his world that dextera does to his. still, to be questioned on it with such intensity—dextera is left briefly stunned by the realization that gen has likely been dwelling on this. ]




[ his lips are parted like he’s going to make a verbal response, but his mouth in fact closes when the answer comes through communion. he’s hedging; it has less to do with meridian and more to do with the fact gen is the one asking. ]

…I don’t know. [ he wants a better answer, but he’s coming up short. ] It’s just what I have to do. It’s all I have.
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[personal profile] sterngaze 2023-05-24 06:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Liem cannot help the tremor that rocks him as he feels the weight of Sothis's being impact his mind. Like the burning red sun beyond the shelter of this cavern, she scorches him with the pure, pitiless force of her disdain for those in the world she made. He feels his edges fray and burn and blister where their minds touch, unable to withstand the contact.

But he does not ignite. He pulls his tattered edges in close and remains steadfast in the glow of her timeless light. And, for the bitter trade of her darkness, he offers her his own light — what remnants he still retains.

Liem gives her the bruised and stitched-together love he has for his country, carefully nurtured by the priests who raised him, even though his country did not love him in return. He gives her the beauty of the Cathedral of Coins, a-bustle with people and lit from the golden glow of yellow glass windows. He gives her the rough and boisterous gratitude of the country folk who had come to rely on him, and the promises he had made to Taldor's only living princess, who had sought to become its very first woman ruler. He gives her his affection for the colleagues he'd fought alongside — playful banter and quiet confessions and shared dreams. He gives her his hard-fought desire, paid for in blood and tears, to ease his people's burdens and spread the stability that Abadar wished for to all those who needed it.

Once, these things were his hope and his strength. They lent him the conviction he needed to weather the darkness when he had no one else to rely on but himself. But now they are shackles, chaining him to his despair when duty pulls him relentlessly forward — beyond the reach of his home and its concerns.

He will not need these things where he is going.
]
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ALL GOOD

[personal profile] passio 2023-05-24 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ dextera can at least make sense of what must be going through marc’s head; he’s not a mind-reader and doesn’t want to be, but the heightened sense of empathy between them all and a simple understanding of how people tend to react to him both go an extraordinarily long way in knowing they’ve mutually made each other a little uncomfortable.

what he would like to do is just nod again and run off, but they’re all in bad shape right now. if marc is trying, dextera ought to try in return. ]




[ which means establishing the major thing here, preferably without immediate communion considering what was just complained about.

dextera forcibly relaxes his body language, somehow in the process looking even more stiff than when he was actually tense in the first place, and then he touches his throat with a meaningful pause as he meets marc’s gaze. the gesture brings with it a sense of apology, and deeper resentment, but the latter is not something dextera has intended to convey to a stranger.

then he drops his hand and nods again, properly answering the question that was asked without scrambling away in the next instant. ]
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[personal profile] fishfearme 2023-05-24 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
That is all that is left for me.

[She couldn't enact her vengeance against dead wretches, and Rhea had already punished Fodlan's humans in her stead. The few Nabatean children that remained had scattered, or been twisted by their trauma, and Sothis was just done. She wanted nothing to do with reality. All she wanted was to lay to rest those whose remains were being defiled still, and then sleep 'til Byleth's natural life winked out.

In that event, she'll ensure that her Crest Stone was destroyed - just in case Rhea, or anyone else, got any more bright ideas.]


Not even I can change the ancient past in my current state. So, closure will just have to do.

[Yet, she sounded so bitter about it. It really was unfair, she couldn't help but think. If it had been only her torn apart and her remains violated, then she would have simply shrugged her figurative shoulders and admitted that perhaps her heavy-handedness regarding the Agarthan Issue had invited such retaliation upon her. But to drag in her children, most of whom were innocent... why did they die, yet the Agarthans somehow survived like the cockroaches that they were? Who decided that? Who weighed the scales and thought, 'yup, seems fair'!?

Fate truly had a sick sense of humour.]


For I have no intention to retake my place as Fódlan's progenitor god. As far as I am concerned, you mortals are free to chart whatever destiny you desire for yourselves... as you have been doing for however long I have been dead for.
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[personal profile] sterngaze 2023-05-24 08:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[How relentless Set is, even in his desire to be of aid. He continually refuses to accept Liem's non-answers and deflections, brushing past them to seek the wounds the priest harbours, like a hound following the smell of blood. Liem leans into him with a frown, baffled again by his persistence.

He shouldn't be, he knows. Why should this god be distracted from his questions by Liem's lukewarm denials? It is just that he has almost never known anyone so determined to be of help to him, even when given every opportunity to turn aside.

He is warm, and he still smells pleasing, even in the midst of this apocalypse. Liem lets that be a comfort to him, despite the jitters still crawling beneath his skin. But he does not lean his face against the crook of Set's neck, as he might wish to. He does not tangle his legs with the god's and insinuate himself into something more resembling an embrace. Although there is no limit to the longing for intimacy that gnaws him like starvation, his dignity and his paranoia both demand that he not indulge it.

He is tempted again to say I don't know. He doesn't know what he would find if he looked his fears in the face instead of letting them drive him back out into the sun. But this time, instead of giving this answer, Liem considers it further, in silence.
]

The spectre of my father, I suppose, [he says finally.] He wanted to make me his. Wanted me to be — if not like him, then at least… devoted to him, instead of to Taldor's living people.

[Iago Talbott had been nowhere in Liem's life when he was a boy, the ward of first his uncle and then of Abadar's church. But as a man of several decades, Liem had found himself the recipient of his father's attention — and a love that he wanted no part of. A love that had made him feel watched, much as the shadows of this terrible place have.]

It made me nervous to be seen with others. To be known by them, when he might learn of it. But also nervous that he might appear, and I might be alone with him.
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[personal profile] leicesters 2023-05-24 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Right. [He's glad she caught on quick. He hasn't exactly made a secret of his allegiances or his desire to remain Meridian, for all that he tries to stay on amicable terms with the friendlier Zenites. Nothing personal against them, but...]

I've done this before in order to deal with the Blight, so I know what to do. [He reaches to the nape of his neck and extracts a golden, crescent moon shaped Shard, flecked with one crystallised drop of blood in its centre. They're going to have to trust each other in order to make this work, and seeing how exhausted she looks, he can't imagine her becoming hostile while his Shard is exposed like this. Just to be sure, though, he covers his Shard with his hand, though, when he continues.]

Still, you should only go ahead with it if you're sure. If you want to come over to Meridian, I can always ask someone else to help me.
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[personal profile] muchalucha 2023-05-24 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Quetzalcoatl smiles brightly as she takes in all the details, since it really is an honor to be invited in. She thinks to herself that she’ll definitely have to bring Liem a housewarming gift once things are better! Which, to her, it’s a definite! Stubborn optimism has its perks (?). ]

Well, then! I’ll help you collect a little clutter once we’re back, yes! A home full of things that make you smile is the best!

[ She’s warm in her teasing, but also perfectly serious… She’s never had a home of her own exactly, but if she did? Every inch of it would be decorated with gifts from others and things that make her smile. Though as she starts to wander into one room, Liem offers a meal, and she perks up maybe a little too enthusiastically. She laughs, realizing it, just a little bit sheepish, but still warm. ]

Oh… I would never turn down a meal! I have to admit that I need to eat more as a Servant, yes…! But don’t worry yourself about it, okay? Or, no, no, if you’re cooking, let me help!

[ That seems like a good, happy medium to her, so she nods enthusiastically. ]

You’ll have to tell me what to do a little bit, but I’d love to learn!