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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
cryomance: (007.)

[personal profile] cryomance 2023-05-28 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
That makes the two of us, though I am bit disappointed you didn't fight harder against the blight's influence.

[ She feels the same level of conflict emanating from him, and hopefully, he'll arise from this less pathetic-looking than he is to her right now. Even if he's barely tolerable on his best days, that's still a lot more preferable than watching him become a husk of his true self, mutated and warped by the blight to this extent. If their positions were switched, she'd hope he'd do the same to her, as both unwitting ally and enemy. ]

Don't let it happen again, Childe.

[ There is only so much kindness and generosity she's willing to exercise on his behalf, and she'd much rather leave this mess to Zhongli or Kaeya to clean up. Maybe even Diluc, though she doesn't know if he'd be any more willing to extend any kind of assist to a fatui than she is.

As she approaches with her spear in hand, she flips it over so that the point is facing downwards at an angle aimed for the center of his chest. ]


Brace yourself.

[ The last warning she'll give for the inevitable as she thrusts the spear downwards with a force that she would categorize as therapeutic to herself. Then the sharp tip meets clothes and flesh, drilling through bone to stab him bluntly in the heart, blood already gushing out the edges from where he'd been penetrated. ]
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[personal profile] sterngaze 2023-05-28 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
[As Quetzalcoatl pulls the occasional serviceable dish out of the cupboard for his inspection, Liem continues his slow filling of the sink, pulling a few items out of his bag to add to the modest pile. It's not an impressive collection, but it'll serve their needs, and that's all he's primarily concerned about. The dream of a cute, matched dish set is not happening in present circumstances.

Eventually, he's filled the sink suitably for his purpose, and he goes about washing the weathered dishes in the conjured water. What he'd do without his spell, he doesn't quite know. Go in search of the nearest town well, perhaps?
]

There is a certain pleasure to it, to be sure.

[Some people he's tried to sell on cooking (cough Gen cough) stubbornly resisted his attempts to present it as an enjoyable pastime, but he senses an easy convert in Quetzalcoatl — though whether she'll have enough interest to ever do it on her own remains to be seen.]

Pies are the popular dish in my country. Savoury ones for meals and accompaniments, as well as dessert pies. I enjoy the process that goes into making them.

[Of course, they won't be able to make one now. He hasn't been that lucky with his search for ingredients, and besides, it would simply take too long. A simple stew is probably the best they're going to be able to do at the moment.]

Perhaps I'll make you one later, when we've finished here. [No sense thinking about what might happen if they aren't successful in their current mission.] Do you have a favourite food, ma'am?
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[personal profile] redsoil 2023-05-28 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
Just a few!

1. In regards to the last letter, particularly the You have three months before we hit critical mass portion — is there a date written anywhere that signifies when this was written? A timeline must be built!

2. Were one of the two brutes to assail the glass tube, is it breakable and if so, is there anything beyond the obscuring smoke? If possible: what does the residue taste like ( lick lick )? If a rock were to be dropped into the tube, is it a straight shot down? Distance and depth must be calculated!

3. Is the handwriting on the note FAMILIAR TO ANYONE among this group of (b)rats? Aetós, is that you..........

4. Is there any debris or mess left behind beneath the foreman's office that would elude to what was being constructed here, and/or what the "material" being used was? For example -- broken equipment, places where new shipments are provided, residue left behind from materials (such as blood spatters/other refuse) etc.

"a precarious balance" aw yeah THE LORE IS COMING OUT NOW gomen for the questions
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[personal profile] appeale 2023-05-28 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ as always, Ruby allows herself to be handled like a doll without resistance, finding herself tucked into Dark's side and choosing to lean into him. while it may not be the most pleasant or comfortable position she could be in, it's safer than wandering alone—not because she expects Dark to really care about her life, but because he's someone who enjoys fighting. if there is a conflict, he'll participate, and she can run away. that's the most she can hope for from anyone.

his questions, though, are far less welcome. the influence she exudes on the Communion is dark, resigned to her place trapped under the weight of despair. ]


No, I just... Signor Sims made me realise I'm not a very good Meridian. He told me to convince him that I really wanted to go back, but I couldn't. Everyone on that side feels very strongly for the cause, and I...

[ Communion picks up the things she doesn't say: she's a coward. she can't go home. she's a bad person and she doesn't belong there. ]

... I just don't, really.
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[personal profile] wolof 2023-05-28 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
You are correct.

[ She says. It is a fact, not something she could -- or even would choose -- to refute. ] In fact, one must create even more power -- break, destroy, or sacrifice more than what one started with to create or even remake something. There is a variety of energies that must be wielded and they are disparate and differing.

No matter which choice we make, I do not think the power of the oracles will be enough.

[ She has believed this from the moment she first awoke here, from when she heard what existed here, what it meant to be here. She knew, of course, that any great magic took more the cost -- there would be a required runoff -- and though she knew how to offset it... most did not -- but it was neither here nor there.

She did not need to spend more time calculating the cost that she still had not figured out now.
]

Creating a new world, however, is not a lower price, nor is it less risky. New worlds are rife with trial and error. It is often why it is the realm of gods, rather than mortals, yes? [ She held a hand up. ] Do not get me wrong, I do not... discount the sway of Zenith. The choice, though, is one of emotion, rather than logic, at least to me.
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[personal profile] helloween 2023-05-28 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, but you sort of...

[ Mmmmmmm, no. He won't say it, because Set's already rolling off on a cocky little old god rant now.

Wow... so he's the real deal, ego and everything. It's nothing that Dark is unfamiliar with, but the monologues still get tired fast. His eyes glaze over as Set rattles about the inferiority of humans, and Dark looks down at his own lap, frowning at his dick instead of listening to this part.

He tunes back in once responsibilities are mentioned. ]


Not sure if it counts as running so much as it's just taking a better deal. It's not about whether or not I can or can't do shit. I'm not worried about that, just wondering if Yoko would want somewhere better. Arshe and Kall would probably throw themselves every which way for an opportunity to start the place over. —Not to mention that Meridian's a sausage fest too aside from Ruby, so that's not super exciting...

[ His nose crinkles at the idea of being stuck with other men. ]
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[personal profile] cryomance 2023-05-28 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ ...Honestly, she's starting to have second thoughts about approaching him already. Was all the mental anguish really that bad? Could she truly not sustain it over dealing with an imbecile of this caliber? If not for the fact that the next shard-bearing Meridian is likely to be miles away, she wouldn't be committing herself further to this endeavor, but she's already made it this far.

Which doesn't really stop her from fixing the blond with a heated glare. ]


That's not what I'm asking you for.

[ Does she look like she's a woman of low standards? Definitely not when it comes to wine, steak, and bed partners, at least. Her fingers tighten, yanking him further away from prying eyes anyway. ]

I need you to help me with this disease. If I have to hear Cyrus cycling through my head one more time–...just make it stop.

[ That's more of a priority than the current optics of their situation, and he seems stupid enough to help without asking too many questions. ]
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[personal profile] cryomance 2023-05-28 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ She's hardly one to judge, as someone of few possessions and who despises cleaning herself. There are also bigger concerns to draw her attention away, like Diluc's obvious state of distress that echoes her own. Kaeya would be rightfully Concerned if she didn't do anything to address that matter first.

She brushes past Diluc as she steps into the house before nodding. ]


Why else would I bother with the long trip? I knew you'd probably itching for the same.

[ It's far more practical than just pestering strangers, not that she hadn't tried. Unfortunately, the effectiveness of their trades hadn't cleansed her of Cyrus and Meridian's influence completely. ]

The faster we get to it, the sooner our mental faculties will be restored. That's what you want too, isn't it?

[ She can't imagine why he'd suddenly want to change sides without the blight's effects dictating it. ]
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[personal profile] helloween 2023-05-28 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
Hm.

[ Try as she might, Ruby's despair bleeds through the communion of the ritual. She's desperate— but whether or not it's to go back to her own world is questionable. She wouldn't be in this state if she'd missed where she'd come from, right? Dark reaches for her chin, curling his index finger under it and lightly lighting her head up to face him. Something she seems to avoid. Eye contact, speaking up directly. His obnoxious persona wanes to something deeper. ]

Don't feel ashamed of it. Neither side is all that concrete about whether they really can or can't deliver anyway. People who're trusting either of these sides too much are going to be fucked when there turns out to be a catch later, and that's usually how these things play out.

[ Dark expects plot twists from both factions. ]

If there's something you don't want to go back to, then don't. You're fine, I'll keep you safe.
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[personal profile] sharmat 2023-05-28 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
(big, strong, noble. gen makes his point.

voryn's arm is pulled away and driven against the cavern wall. because he has been focusing on gen's words and not on the method he would use to pin him, this is an effective tactic against a diplomat who wishes first to talk. can this be called a mistake in judgement? to anyone else, yes. vain, voryn instead considers the momentary loss of control a boon.
)

No, it isn't, (he insists, tensionless in gen's grasp. the boy's eyes are dark and cold. they remind him of veterans' eyes, distant, damaged, and ultimately unknowable.) It is the path of the Zenite nihilist that I refuse to let you walk without a fight. We need you, muhrjul—soldier or civilian.

(for the first time since his arrival, voryn apologizes.)

You were not afforded the support promised to you by Meridian—by me. For that, I am truly sorry.

(it would be too vain to guess at who gen is, but he can make assumptions based on his own maze-like feelings. lost often, what enables him to choose the correct direction is people. alone, angry, and frightened, without the backing of similarly devoted meri, what would have become of him? perhaps he would be gen, sucking at long-abandoned scraps of zenith sap.

through the limp fringe of long hair, voryn watches gen, unblinking.
)

Did your world abandon you?
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[personal profile] redsoil 2023-05-28 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
You really do care for her.

[ Yoko.

Despite lambasting Dark, he remains calmer than expected. Set had been prepared for him to snap back, to lash out in his own mind — to be heated, angry. The way he had been on the field, when Set had simply denied him the thing he had sought to acquire; Alenroux had, after all, already been seized in conquest by the god of war! Eat it, Dark.

He stops talking for the moment. Unlike the other man, he does not look askance when he speaks. When he wonders about what Yoko would want. The young woman that, in Dark's own words, Lucien adored but — Lucien made her important to Dark, too? What mindfuckery. ]


Honestly, as it stands — there is no way to ask her yourself, only assume you know her well enough to know what her wishes would be. But, that does not tell anyone what you want, Dark. Independent of anyone else. Do you truly want to live for her, every step of the way? If so, make sure you truly live up to her expectations.

[ honestly it's funny

set's nose also wrinkles at the mention of men. ew, men. ]


That's right. [ Ruby. ] You also kidnapped my priestess. I ought to wallop you for it, you naughty boy.
Edited 2023-05-28 03:19 (UTC)
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[personal profile] sterngaze 2023-05-28 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
[Despite himself, Liem finds some measure of peace in speaking this way with Sebastian. Focusing on the demon diverts his attention from his inner troubles, and for all that he cannot (would not) trust the other man to provide any sort of trustworthy guidance, he cannot help but fall into the trap of letting himself take advantage of having someone to speak with, to voice his thoughts aloud to.

Hayame would be disgusted with him, but then, there are other things he has not shared with Hayame, things that are not simply the result of his own questionable decisions, that would surely disgust her just as much, if not more.
]

Well… At least on a small scale, I know it to be true. It’s a matter of fact that, by the grace of the gods, the dead of my world could be returned to life.

[The Cathedral of Coins was an old and wealthy temple, located in an old and well-populated city. Its Archbanker was powerful enough to call upon Abadar’s grace for such matters, and in Liem’s many years of life, he had known the men in that position to provide that service a number of times to grieving clients — for the appropriate fee, of course.]

If the power of the Oracles can be used to create an entire existence and spark divinity in new beings, it stands to reason that the capabilities of existing gods would also be within the grasp of those to wield them. And, I have read that the magic of the gods can revive even those like yourself: denizens of the Outer Sphere, whose bodies and souls are one, and for whom death is a final end.

There is a pervasive belief among Zenith that our worlds have ended, and a belief among the Meridian that they have not yet met their final demise. But my belief that the worlds can be returned is not dependent on such uncertainties.
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welcome to hell (again) kenos,

[personal profile] redsoil 2023-05-28 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ No, he'll just suffer in loud silence while he attempts to figure out if the taste was really that bad, or just offputting. After all, the men of Egypt had thought him a deity that dined on the ib of humans, a heart-eating creature that sought blood and flesh and soul alike. Ironic, then, to be delivering his educational desires into the hands of a creature that actually did have a diet that consisted of souls.

He rubs the pad of his finger over his tongue, as if to scour away the taste. The sensation. He feels the ache where the demon had clutched at him reflexively, and folds the handkerchief over itself before just — stuffing it back into the inner pocket of Sebastian's jacket. Gremlin. Horrible gremlin. ]


Oh, one never knows for sure until they try. Your kind are not populous until a later era, as you have said. To have the opportunity to sample you, even diminished again [ which is an insult but also, set is diminished as well so LESS an insult and more a factual statement, ] is still informative.

[ — he nudges a loose lock of dark hair aside, to take a look at the injury. ]

Besides the obvious, [ being naturally drawn to the dark, being in a contract with Silco, etc. ] what is it that you get out of supporting Zenith's interests?

[ Why not ask? Why not now? ]
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[personal profile] redsoil 2023-05-28 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
I suppose you would see it as pointless.

[ The response is bitter, a little defensive. Of course she would; while Hayame begrudges him for dallying with those she calls 'enemies', he begrudges her a little for bothering with men like that one. The resounding, acrid thing that he feels when he thinks of Amos is akin to someone utterly revolted by a substance, so much so that he must either step away from it — or remove it from existence. ( It probably is not a great feeling for Hayame, as close to the man as she is. But, it echoes the hatred she feels for Sebastian, to a slightly lesser degree — one tinged with bitterness, and more frustration than anything else. ) ]

I cannot stand him. He is the antithesis of what it means to be human — no curiosity, no wonder, no questions that he wishes to have asked. He throws away his right to choose, and yields everything he is and could be, just to be a mindless extension of someone else's will.

[ A shudder rips through him. Nausea builds in his throat.

As Hayame rests besides him, he thinks to go to her and draw her into his arms. To hold her across him, and stroke her hair. But. She is close to the man she asks him about, and he expects her to take offense to his anger; he cannot understand Amos, and the two of them willfully ignore the terrible, horrible thing waiting below the surface that could bring them to empathize with one another. ]


He pretends to want to be alive, but purposefully turns away from everything that would make him so.

[ The past. Pain. Anguish. Grief. He just, throws them away and pretends like he wants to actually be a good person. ]
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[personal profile] redsoil 2023-05-28 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
Every chance, Jonathan Sims. Under my promise of protection, and my delivery of places she can hide and rest her heart.

[ He bludgeons the Archivist with it. Set's will is a fragile thing, and he feeds upon the convictions of others, but when it comes to particular individuals — the ones he has taken upon himself to do something for, he is unassailable. There is a sense, that without a doubt, it is pure, rotten fact that he has always given Ruby a choice. He has always asked her what she has desired to do, and offered her many avenues to walk — ( no one would think I'm a monster, at least, she had said to him; and he, in turn, had told her he would hide her ability and utility, her identity from whomever might want to use her, or kill her to remove her from use ).

And he hands John one more thing.

Amos Burton's name. And Ruby's response: ... I think I'm more afraid of him than anyone else in Zenith. / I begged everyone to go easy on those of us who weren't fighters. Signor Amos promised to protect me, and I— could feel, through the Communion, that he only meant if I joined Zenith. If I wasn't a Zenite, that was reason enough to kill me. He also slips the description Ruby gave: ... have you met a gentleman with long blue hair and an eyepatch? Because I felt that he was similarly dangerous.... Kaeya Alberich. ]


I have no reason to lie to you either. I would never have made her go back to her world. What I offered her was the opportunity to shelter under me and alleviate her fears, as well. While she was here in Kenos, I wanted her to be able to shed the memory of that place, and to always have the freedom to go where she pleased, in the end. I still do not trust you, who feeds an entity upon Fear and is reliant on that power for your own survival — but, if you truly do mean well by her, I will believe you. Though I do not forgive you. The only choice you were capable of offering to her at this time, was one fed by the power of this Oracle.

There is no freedom here in these caves, where we must abuse and violate one another's will.

[ He sits back a little, and reaches to find John's hand. To draw it into his own, and clasp it between his palms. ]

If she chooses remains in Zenith, I will protect her from my own Faction. Will you do the same, if she chooses returns to Meridian? For that is all I care about. You are responsible, as I am, for a girl who needs not choose a side. She only needs to be made to feel safe, no matter which side she finds rest in. I care very much for her. If there could be one thing we can agree upon... I would not mind it to be our desire to help her.

[ pointed, though, is the impression of his question — will you always want to help her? ]
Edited (FUCKED MY WORDS) 2023-05-28 04:27 (UTC)
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[personal profile] redsoil 2023-05-28 04:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ yeah sure, it's probably great to go live in the sky-that-is-his-mom but she doesn't exactly seem to give a shit about his existence so fuck her

and fuck osiris!!!!!!! ]
Voryn Dagoth, in my pantheon — I am known as the traitor who slaughtered my elder brother in a fit of jealous rage. Scorn is the least of what I feel towards that bastard.
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[personal profile] appeale 2023-05-28 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ she recognises the familiar resonance of a fellow Stargazer – where the current state of Communion is noise, something external even if it is too loud to dampen by any means, the Aspect connection nestles beneath her skin like a parasite. Ruby shies away from it, but the only thing she can really do is pretend to ignore that it's there. ]

Yes, I'm fine! [ she smiles at him, meant more to placate than it is to reassure. ] I just don't want anyone to think that I intend to defect, because... I don't!

[ that much rings true: she is too much of a coward to even consider deliberately betraying Meridian. but she also lacks the willpower to return to that environment, to feign belief in ideals she doesn't share. the energy of Zenith is quite at home in her heart, and she can't hide the fact that she is not repulsed by its presence — only afraid of the consequences if she steps over the lines Meridian has drawn. ]

It's just, I'm too scared to approach any of the Zenites to make a trade, so...

[ her reasons are apparent in this, too. she fully expects that she'll be killed once someone has gotten what they want from her. ]
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[personal profile] eyesite 2023-05-28 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
( loosed as they were into this barren, apocalyptic world of kenos, yima's manor was the first place john had thought to investigate further. for one, it was the insatiable need of the Archivist to know where all skeletons lie and where all secrets were hidden — he knew the lady of this manor held many and more, and so it was in his nature to want to uncover them, regardless of what it might cost him.

his other reason is that he himself keeps things more precious to him than his own life in his quarters in this building. this is what he's doing when claude and dimitri climb the stairs and begin to investigate individual rooms; stooped over his desk, he fumbles with the rusted mechanic of the hidden compartment within one of the drawers and sighs with relief when it finally gives way, revealing the shard within. and yet, he also feels guilt — guilt, because it now suffers the same type of impossible loneliness that john had once risked his life to save him from.

he hears a noise from down the hallway. immediately he snaps the compartment closed, locks it as best he can, and closes the drawer. they're footsteps, he's certain — and there are voices as well.

this puts him at a precarious junction. does he try to hide, or face them? they could very well be other Zenites, doing exactly what he's doing.

in the end, he decides to walk carefully to his door, stepping through it and into the hall to face the strangers. they are not fellow Zenites. of them, he only recognizes dimitri, though if they work together he must assume the other young man is also Meridian. standing some short distance down the hall they have entered, exiting from the door to his own room, he scowls at the two. he can't blame them for wanting to take a look around, all things considered... and, really, when he thinks about it, their goals might align for the second goal he had in mind — )


Gentlemen. Good day. ( he closes the door behind him, though a warping in its frame from the passage of time means it doesn't do so entirely. ) May I help you?
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[personal profile] sharmat 2023-05-28 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Jealousy"?

(his vibes have become Disdainful.)

Learning this about you is disappointing but unsurprising. It must have been a great prize if it was worth the death of your kin.
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[personal profile] redsoil 2023-05-28 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
He did far more than that. [ Delivered hollowly.

Silco may know of his child, because he had come to understand the man before him. Because they had chosen together, reluctant and cornered, not to assail one another until one was dead, but to offer one another their blood and Shards and — no, he cannot think that what they did was that. ( Cared for one another. ) It is a falsity, and a madness that he cannot fall prey to. Understanding and acceptance was one thing, but to pretend anything else was possible, even now, was foolish. Stupid. The thoughts of a lonely god, whom held his own brutal scars silent in his hands while Silco wielded them as evidence that he was the most wronged man in existence. ]


My brother is the god of life. Nothing dies without his leave, and thus — he is waiting for me. Even if I went to Yima for my child, he would not know me. He would hate me. I refuse to live in a world where my son is not my son, and my brother —

[ The words are haunting. Suggestive of a deeper issue. ]

I saw him, in a vision. Like a Shard-bearer, he was born from the tree and the Lady Yima embraced him like her own.

[ And therein, his hatred surges. It blisters across their strange connection, a wave of fluidity and vehemence and madness; that he ought to tear the flower from where it sits among the red flowers within his soul ( silco will see it, briefly: the offering of those red flowers, and he will know it for set's revulsion, his pure horror and nothing more ). What he feels in that moment is contempt, it is the bellowing how dare you of someone who had not truly fathomed that his own brother might be drawn through time and space. That he had considered that the Lady did not truly care for the pain she was causing, but had not thought her capable of spurning him entirely with such an act.

But, it is just a vision. A warning from the tree, at best. ]


While I appreciate your vision of absolute destruction, I adhere to Meridian because you would rob me of my own vengeance. I cannot call upon my own child and raze this world with you, as he is not my son right now. I have to liberate him. I do not care what happens afterwards. Meridian will win, because I will be here even after you are gone.

[ And then he sighs, closing his eyes as his expression falls into something pained. Paternal. Their will is clashing now, their goals the same exact thing, but in different ways; impossible to reconcile, and perhaps hostility will rise between them unchecked, if he does not sidestep into another matter. ]

Silco. When you die, who is going to safeguard her to their world? If they wish a world purified of what was, do you really think they will suffer her to live? If she was here, they know of her. They will crush her shard before she even has a chance, and you know they will. If not them, then Yima — for if she could call my brother to her world, she will not hesitate to wield your vulnerability against you before you see your vision fulfilled. If it threatens her goal, she will excise it when she sees fit to.

[ A warning, as he hesitantly — carefully, for it is Silco before him ( hostile to all things, especially contact ) — presses the ends of his fingers to the ends of Silco's. Gloved, yes. The hand that holds the contract with Sebastian. ]

Then, you will be gone. And Jinx will have no father to be by her side, against all things to come. You know what you have to do, to truly ensure she is safeguarded, do you not?
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[personal profile] redsoil 2023-05-28 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
That is what you will find in any written record of my history. [ good. be disdainful, it spares him any other bullshit feeling.

in fact, he presses on. scathing and oozing bitterness!! ]


Sure. He was a great guy. Everyone loved him, he ruled over the land and it was always peaceful and prosperous — blah, blah. Wrecking all that felt great.
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[personal profile] warmare 2023-05-28 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
If you did not kill each other, it is a little pointless. Come now.

[That is what she means by "pointless", reacting to that bitter, defensive tone she hears in his voice that sounds so much like her own. The Zenith was still at their numbers, and Meridian was still at theirs. Nothing had been resolved to do with that talking animal. All that had happened was two men had scratched, bit, and punched each other until they both walked away bruised and limping.

But she does not defend Amos Burton, even though she had reacted so viciously to the suggestion that she kill him just because she demanded Set put down the two rabid dogs he'd brought into Meridian's fold. The things Set says about the man... are not exactly wrong. What she hated most about that man... is something that the war god says more eloquently than she ever could. The way he was so willing to cede everything to Yima without question, the way his trust was unshakable in someone who should be doubted and examined...

His hand, though, had been gentle and warm when it had pressed to her cheek that day, when she had first discovered that she had more in common than she'd ever thought to had with a human. The impression of it seeps into Communion whether she likes it or not- how important it had been that someone heard what she'd been and simply understood it. His eyes had been like her eyes, when she had found him pinned beneath the weight of his icy doppelganger, saying that. ... They had feared the same things, when they had been small and weak. She still had feared them, grown and strong, because those were the threats a jinba mare lived under. Amos had become free, in some ways... but she never had.

She cannot defend Amos Burton in words with those truths, though, not just because he is a grown man who can defend himself, but because she had sworn to him never to reveal them. He nearly had, in that debate over Manon's shard... but she hadn't. She thought she wouldn't. Unlike him... she has honor. But that same honor, the dedication to it...]


... Perhaps you would not have been able to stand me, not so long ago.

[She had dedicated herself to the path of the obedient warrior. To survive and avoid being rendered Armless or made into a broodmare, she had been willing to obey and not ask questions, to simply dedicate herself to whoever purchased her and desperately prove her worth to them...

Shifting on the ground, she curls her forelegs in mimicry of how those with two legs might arrange themselves, creating a sort of dun-coated "lap" of powerful equine muscles that is empty and now made into an invitation with a pat of one hand.]


Here. Your hair needs tending.

[All of him needed tending. But she has no herbs, no healing magic, no doctoring skills. - His hair she can manage.]
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[personal profile] consolation 2023-05-28 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Gray is already fatigued, but Caren is here and open and listening. Is that not what she should do? Is it not important that someone is here to observe Gray's convictions as she states them? She is being curious and bothersome, but of all the ways someone could weight test the gravity of what she believes, this is quite sluggish and tame, especially - or even - for Caren.]

You weren't treated well by your original people, but you'd still speak in support of them. People like you should be sainted but rarely are. [What makes her think the Bearers are different? Caren doesn't ask this question.] I'm surprised. For a second you sounded like another Zenith, but I think it must have been my imagination.

[Despite the muted sorrow running through the dead tree, tensions between them have never been quite so elevated or so muted. When she extended that observation, it isn't a condemnation or an accusation. This time she is only listening: There's no move to twist Gray's words, as she believed.]

What is the best way to come to consensus about his fate?
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[personal profile] sharethememory 2023-05-28 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
Understandably so. We have only met once and not face to face. You certainly cannot verify my intentions from that single encounter nor I yours. Your caution speaks well of you.

[ Everything else is certainly a reason to be cautious. It is all so much. Too much really that Zhongli doesn't even know where to begin - both in his search and in his explanation. ]

I can only speculate on events to come---

But that voice we heard before being sent here, that was Aetos. He certainly must have brought us here for a reason, even if it was a self-serving one. And I cannot imagine our task is to just waste away in this burning sun until we are no more.

[ Certainly there were more efficient ways to get rid of a group of rowdy Shard-Bearers than to dump them off wherever here is and leave them to die. And Aetos had said they were about to hit a point of no return - which means there were something that could be done to save the Trees. ]

I do not believe the Tree is dead yet. Not completely.