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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] baltimores 2023-06-13 08:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ When she leans down, he's expecting her to take her shard back for herself — gently, even, at this rate. So Amos is content to keep his hand held out to her, let her take it for herself...

And instead, his eyes widen and eyebrows raise slightly as she exposes herself to him. Not all that much. Nothing like before, at World's Edge. But something even more intimate in a way he cannot understand, because it's where her very being is supposed to rest, and he can easily follow her wordless command — request? — for him to reunite her with herself. Kind of like how she took the initiative in doing that for him, but here she's still taking it.

So, expression resetting, he stands up on his tip toes, leans forward. Every little bit to meet her as much as he can, right? Every little bit to pull his weight in all of this. She's done something monumental for him, after all.

Amos meets her eye before placing his hand over her, her shard back where it belongs. Lets it linger for a second too long before pulling back, never once breaking her gaze.

They're even. Equals.

He is happy, and content, and pleasantly cool and at peace, and shares it all with her through the air between them, in the soft and silent tunnel they've been able to claim for themselves. ]
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[personal profile] passio 2023-06-13 02:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ dextera wants to have sympathy, but silco gives him nothing; the best dextera can pull is bitterness, but even then, silco’s tight lock on his feelings means that he can’t begin to guess what the cause is. he doubts that silco just wishes he could move things with his mind or shoot fire from his hands—it doesn’t feel petty, even if dextera personally regards him as a petty man.

the sun beating down overhead, it’s not hard to see where silco was talking about a little farther away. dextera doesn’t hurry, even if he’s starting to feel heat creeping up his neck. ]


You could just die.

[ there’s always that option. ]

If you don’t really care what happens, I could kill you right now.
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[personal profile] passio 2023-06-13 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it feels good to be understood. always, it seems to be set.

he has others, too. there’s makoto and gen, and there’s the archangel as well—each of them understand some facet of dextera and carry it as a mirror image through which dextera can begin to recognize the person that he is. what he sees of himself in set isn’t flattering, but it is something he feels he can’t change. ]


Is that how it is for you? Wanting something no one else can understand?
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[personal profile] cutlery 2023-06-13 03:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ What an honor for him to be so special as to be Set’s. It’s clearly because Set is also so very good at getting under Sebastian’s skin in the pettiest of ways, such as mocking the respect given. Sebastian frowns as he looks back at Set curiously, since naturally it doesn’t seem odd to him at all. The only person Sebastian drops his formality around is, well. Silco. Even Set gets his title of nb.

However, Sebastian’s confusion is quickly cut off into the fussiest version of distress as Set hoists Silco up to walk him through the door. He’s not actually worried about Set manhandling his master, but there’s still a token disapproval as he trails after them. ]


Is that really necessary…

[ Is this a disapproving babysitter vibe? Yes, absolutely. Tenderizing his meal is his job, thank you Set.

No, at least the papers give something to refocus his attention on. With a little huff (as Silco is clearly fine), Sebastian heads over to another stack and starts to read them. His gaze quickly becomes sharp and focused, and at the very least, they can have confidence that these documents won’t be forgotten. With Sebastian’s perfect memory, he’ll be able to recreate everything they find here, which will quickly prove to be an interesting prospect. The first page is dull, but by the second, Sebastian makes a noise of interest. ]


Oh? It seems the Church is getting up to— [ He starts, but with a hiss of pain he looks away from the paper sharply as he gets to the name of the other half of the letter. His first assumption is that it’s something against him personally (anti-demon magic is reasonable enough), so he holds it out to someone else to try. ] Ugh… Magic. What an annoying thing.
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[personal profile] gravings 2023-06-13 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Gray looks at Rin's Shard, less brilliant than Gray remembers it being. Maybe it says something that Gray's Shard is entirely comfortable being suffused with Zenith energy. Regardless, Gray very gently touches her bloody thumb to Rin's Shard, fingers soft on the back of Rin's hand, allowing that Zenith energy to flow into Rin's Shard. The process feels similar to when Rin helped her with her Blight before: an opening of a gate, a sharpening of the emotions already loose in the air between them. Gray's muted gratitude, her comfort with such a vulnerable process with a supposed enemy. Having her soul contained to a single chunk of stone has become second nature to Gray, and the intimacy of touching someone else's Shard isn't insignificant to her. ]
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SHOUTS i missed this

[personal profile] gravings 2023-06-14 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ Fair enough, and the answer she expected from him. The hatred in his gaze, normally the kind of thing that would make her shrink away, flows past her instead. ]

Then I don't think you can blame me for having my doubts.

[ Not that there's much Gray can do at the moment about those doubts. It's clear that he's determined to be unhelpful, and she'll get nothing more of use from him for the moment. Frustration and dissatisfaction press her chest in tight, making her restless. Staying will only tempt her to do something rash, so she crumples those feelings into a ball and turns to leave. ]

If you happen to see a small cube with faces carved into it, then please let me know.

[ Though she doesn't expect he will. ]
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[personal profile] vapour 2023-06-14 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ Although inwardly he's satisfied with that response (Zhongli will protect him, he will absolutely protect him from any of the other Zenites that would kill him,) he doesn't show it, only seeming to curl in a little more defensively at his shard being handled. It feels awful like something clutching and clawing at his inner chest walls, and even the feeling of the blood seems to feel like an unwelcome blanket trying to smother his soul. Even with all of Zhongli's benevolence, it feels terrible, but Childe just wants it to all go away. If that means he just has to curl up some and wait, then fine.

What Childe doesn't expect is for the illness to suddenly worsen as the little bit of Zenith energy agitates the Meridian. The Zenith is nothing in comparison to the Meridian and with the exchange having nowhere to truly go, the Faction of Creation's energy becomes restless and caged like a beast. Childe grits his teeth and swallows, but the resistance only causes intense nausea and dizzying discomfort. His breathing starts to feel sickly heavy and no longer naturally fluid before he is turning away to suddenly vomit up the contents of his stomach, which is nothing much at all—and blood. Despite the heaving and sudden exertion on his body, even when he isn't retching up unusually sticky blood, and the following heavy breathing, a part of him realizes that this blood isn't his own. It's such a surreal feeling, like the blood being absorbed by his shard is being immediately rejected by his body and tossed out, except in a higher quantity than he imagined his shard could possibly be taking in. Ugh, he wants this all to stop, fix had to be some fucked up hallucination—

(His fingers dig into arms enough to draw blood through the fabric but suddenly he yells in pain, his eyes shooting open wide as his hands clumsily claw to reach and clutch at his head at the sudden awful sound that rips through his mind. It's an inhuman screech that is neither creature nor beast of natural origin— it's all vile, all monstrous and disgustingly raw.

It's hard to pinpoint where it comes from, particularly if it's the Meridian or the Abyss that rears its head so viciously, but it seems to matter little with the overall results.)

Childe's ears start to bleed even as he trembles¬ out of fear but more akin to someone in sudden shock from being hit in the head with a deadly blow that the body has not yet had time to register. Childe says nothing but Zhongli will have probably have heard some of that sound through communion and he will also now feel the wall of shock that rips through the harbinger leaving him momentarily unable to move which sets in a dizzying panic—

— which all circles back to suddenly having him retching violently. In the end, Childe will actively try and start to crawl away by any means he can. He doesn't know where to go or what to do or how to make it stop but it's driving him insane from every angle to the point he needs to get away from it!

X-a--ng...! S— m-k- -- --op! ]
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[personal profile] affal 2023-06-14 07:53 am (UTC)(link)
( he is, of course, predisposed not to speak of his mortal life. he isn't even all that interested in speaking of his life in Hell prior to returning to J's side in order to learn how to ply the demon's trade, not because he was ashamed of the years he spent working for datenshou (how could he be, when that time had been just as formative to who and what he is now than all that time he'd spent reaping human souls that had piled as gold dust in the fountain at the center of J's courtyard?) but because it felt less applicable to what it is he does now. in Hell, the image of oneself that a demon projects to you realizes itself — it's why he had gone to the slums in search of information of J's past, as if he continued to see him as the unassailable Archduke he had always appeared as, makoto would never be able to overcome him. regardless of how strong J actually was, he would be defeated before he even began by the indomitable obstacle he formed in his mind.

instinctually, makoto does the same for himself here, even though the rules don't work the same as they had in Hell. he wants to be the enigmatic and unpredictable demon M, one which any soul in kenos could underestimate only at their peril. it's no guarded secret that he is a former human — why should he hide something that he feels proud of, as the only human who had ever survived and flourished in such a transformation? — but he doesn't want others to know the details of is life on earth, on the circumstances around his contract and why he had been made into a demon rather than reaped as he likely should have been.

he wouldn't even want dextera to have all of those details, even though he might be one of the only ones capable of understanding even in part. the more someone knows him, the more power they have over him — the more they will be able to hurt him, and hurt him with accuracy that bypasses all else.

as soon as this wave of emotion has swept over him, through him, and past him, he will feel ashamed of this moment. but makoto has always been powerless before these capricious and overwhelming tides of his; he isn't any more able to suppress himself in a charged moment like this one as he's able to pluck the stars from the sky. even though his tears cloud his vision, hopelessly blurring the fine details, he can still understand dextera's expression and how it works in tandem with the reply that forms in his mind.

slowly, his white-knuckled grasp slackens. his right hand lifts to his face to wipe artlessly at his eyes, streaking his face with damp paths which cut through the faint grit and grime accumulated from their time in these caverns. his weight shifts, and he climbs off of dextera, coming to sit with his knees pulled tight to his chest alongside where he lies prone on the ground. makoto has tried so hard to no longer think of what any one person deserves, be it good or bad, but he knows in this moment that there's no part of him that deserves the magnanimity that dextera gives him. not here, in this fragile and terrible moment, or in any other remembered or not remembered.

he is silent, and his thoughts and emotions crystalize into the realization that he hates thinking of the future. he always had. when human, he had looked into his future and had seen only what he feared he might one day do, what would happen to himself and his family when he was inevitably found out. his despair over the future then had been so strong that he had summoned J as a way to avoid it entirely, in finality. the only aspect of the future he had ever been comfortable holding tight in his hands had been his vengeance over J, but... what came after that? he had never thought of it. he had always assumed he would topple over the precipice and into death, that blessed cessation, right after him.

so he hates to think of Meridian and Zenith and what they might promise, either for himself or for dextera. but even still...

he feels like he needs to know what his friend would choose over any possible future which had him in it. )


...What is it that you need to do? Back home.
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[personal profile] baltimores 2023-06-14 09:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's a smooth process, as gentle a corruption — if it can even be called that — as he can offer. Bringing someone back into the fold, into what he knows is right.

There are red flags he doesn't catch — what is loneliness, anyway; Amos could get by just fine with nobody else around him for years, decades, and be thoroughly unaffected — and some he gets glimpses of. A cold that's actively unpleasant, rather than just existing. A hint of childhood trauma he catches a fleeting notion of, but not the whole story. They're easy enough to continue overlooking, attribute to as blips and nothing more, in the midst of properly converting her...

The No is an active disruption, and Amos looks up sharply to meet Akua's eyes as she grabs at his wrist. Digs into it with everything she has. It doesn't hurt; it just means he needs to pay attention, so, he is.

At least until she orders him to take Zenith away from her, and eyes slightly widened from surprise instantly narrow. ]


Fuck are you doing? [ The question is muttered, half asking her, half asking himself. ] You know where you're supposed to be. Just gotta get you over the hump.

[ He glances down at her hand gripping his wrist, bringing his other hand down to grip at hers — and with that the flow of Zenith from him to her becomes less gentle, more encroaching. A suddenly aggressive invasion in hopes of overwhelming the opposition. Of making shit go by quick so it's done and over with sooner rather than later, so things don't end up fucked. ]
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[personal profile] baltimores 2023-06-14 09:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her helplessness is overwhelming, easy to drown in. It takes Amos back to a time when he'd experienced it for himself, where so much of his life since then has been all about never experiencing it again — and yet here he is anyway. His lips part, chest heaving for air, Rudbeckia's desperation intermingling with his own he thought he'd left well and good behind.

He tips his head back down to look at her as she speaks, because it's something else to focus on. It's better. (He doesn't want to think like this, the Meridian within him screaming at him that he can't die, he has to go back home—) ]


What've you got if not that? [ An end point. An End point. A way out, a way to ensure you never have to feel this afraid and desperate and drowned ever again. ] If you don't want to die, but you still think there'll be something after—

[ He inhales, deeply. This is miserable. It's not like Amos exactly wants to die himself, either, but having that option in the back pocket like a constant companion was supposed to be comforting, and now it's just distressing.

He meets her eyes again, and the question is real. ]


What do you want?

[ Because he can't make heads nor tails of it; certainly not while fumbling to get his own head screwed back on straight. And because even despite that, he's not sure if she knows for herself, either. ]
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[personal profile] passio 2023-06-14 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ dextera hardly knows what to do with the kindness being offered to him. she reminds him a bit of misa—dainty, blonde, cheerful—but that’s obviously a relationship that has soured thanks to developments over the past weeks. he holds it not at all against her, and in fact, it’s a favorable comparison—a replacement, even if he doesn’t think of it that way. ]



[ he shakes his head, but he doesn’t pull his hands out of her grip. instead, he pulls his entire self as if to guide her by their connection out of the heavy sun. ]
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[personal profile] redsoil 2023-06-15 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, always.

[ Even if the things Set desires take a form that could be familiar to some, he will never quite act toward them, or toward their pursuit, in a way that does not disoriented and confuse. He casually connects with Zenites, calling them companions, he validates their dream — and in the same breath, he lords over his ability to rip that dream from their hands and dash it to pieces. He will crow and laugh and sneer at those same sentiments he holds precious.

Such is the insane duality of a god, and those opposing things are easy, flawlessly understandable, to him. ]


To be a god, [ for Dextera had told him of his own young status as one, ] is to never really know shame, for one's actions. That, guilt, regret and your capacity for apology are things you will lose in time.
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[personal profile] affal 2023-06-15 07:54 am (UTC)(link)
( makoto merely replies with an artfully arched brow and a smile which hooks faintly in the corners of his mouth. diplomatically, he decides not to reply.

because he knows full well that set had spoken specifically of the hearts which lie within Zenith, of those who comprised Meridian. but... who knows. perhaps the distinction is hard for him to make. though he has consorted extensively with demons and monsters, set is the first god he has ever made the acquaintance of; knowing how much his mind had shifted and changed to grow accustomed to the perspective of a demon beyond the limits of mortality (and morality), he can scarcely imagine how much more staggering the viewpoint of an entity which looked down upon the expanse of creation as if it were a board festooned with playthings.

though perhaps it's best he doesn't imagine it. we've already gone over makoto's inherent distaste for the divine; that he warms up to set now, and might continue to do so later, is merely a deviation from the norm.

any such contradiction he might sense within the god is something that he would do so with a sort of wistful comfort and familiarity; it's something that he, in his divinity, shares with demons, as unbound as they were to hate with the freedom of love and love with the viciousness of hate — as wont as they were to express their feelings of compassion by putting abrasions on the hearts they were most devoted to, as honestly and brazenly as they approached the darkest sides of love and lust, sating desires of control, of possession, of consumption, all with a wild and reckless abandon that had shocked makoto to his core when he had been fresh to Hell and still so shockingly "human."

he finds himself curious to see where the boundaries of similarities might range to, and where they might differ starkly. )


I am glad, then, to have met someone with so like a mind as mine.

( perhaps set might sense it on the rising, converging tides of their Communion; they are both equipped with considerable appetite for ambition, though makoto's is far more conditional than set's. he has never been naturally predisposed towards the ravenous consumption of information — he has only ever searched it out when it was a means to an end. as a human teenager he had hid books on anatomy, cannibals, and serial killers in his room, collecting the corpses of roadkill beneath his parents' noses so he could attempt to satisfy his own morbid fascinations in whatever harmless way he could find. in Hell, he had set himself to learning all he could about its structure, its laws, and its hierarchy; he had dove wildly into the fetid underbelly of its slums in order to scrape together whatever information he could find on J's past. to a creature such as him, with no natural gifts or weapons of his own, he had to find his own. he had found them in knowledge, in secrets, in manipulation, in seduction.

he finds an odd sort of kinship that set, a god who by his very right as the divine has been invested with everything that makoto has been denied throughout each of his lives. it's one that, despite its fledgling feeling of fondness... it still curdles with a sense of roiling and indignant anger beneath the surface.

it makes him think about how sweet it would be to best a god at these games which they surprisingly take to playing together. )


You have given me much to think about, Set... and I am grateful for your perspective and insight. Regardless of which of these paths ahead I will choose to walk, you will have influenced my decision.

( said, ironically, before he ends up corrupted, but... c'est la vie. )

Likewise. Until next we meet, then. ( and, as best as one can in a relatively confined space, he will part ways from him there. )
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[personal profile] appeale 2023-06-16 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ Oh, too close—

the wide-eyed, flustered look of alarm that replaces Ruby's listless expression is a rare glimpse of something genuine, even if Dark may not be aware of that. she's accustomed to being manhandled by servants, by her family, by her husband; this kind of focused attention is far more embarrassing. if it were Cesare, she would be able to keep from breaking character only because she knows how angry it would make him if she did anything he might take as avoidance – but in this situation, caught off guard her gaze shifts nervously away meeting Dark's eyes, cheeks faintly pink and long eyelashes lowered as she demurs: ]


... Really? Even if I'm just running away?

[ what she intends to sound pleading is undermined by how the Communion swims with doubt: it's not truly a request for affirmation. that isn't a promise she expects Dark to keep. it isn't even a promise she expects Set to keep, despite all he's done for her, despite ushering her to safety when he doubtless should have killed her down here in the dark. sooner or later, the timer will run out on any safety she is offered.

honestly, though, she's surprised to hear it from Dark. is it just out of a desire to keep her like a pet, or a pretty object? ]


Even if I don't have anything I believe in, and I'm not willing to fight for anyone... Is it really okay?
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[personal profile] erbe 2023-06-16 12:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[At this point Gray may be familiar with some of Rin's most defining features as feelings. The overwhelming sense of loss and abandonment. The isolation. The upholding of someone else's legacy...

And Rin is familiar with hers. Yet despite how intimate the rituals have been Rin still seems to treat poor Gray like they're only casual acquaintances. Though, perhaps the more Gray touches upon her soul the more she'll understand it's from fear of loss rather than distaste. Tohsaka shudders when Gray finishes up. The calming resolve, cool and steady, washes over her.]


If you're ready, I'll begin.

[Rin returns her shard before tearing open a somewhat fresh scab.]
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[personal profile] erbe 2023-06-16 12:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Lucien, when one day you actually act your age maybe I will tell you.

[A rude dig at Lucifer's baby RP, but whatever.]
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[personal profile] sharmat 2023-06-17 01:59 pm (UTC)(link)
(the quality of gen's voice generates in him a strong sense of nostalgia. these are words, though paraphrased, that he has heard before; would he think differently of the youngest of his kin if he were to return home to him now? would gilvoth accept real aid if offered this late?

perhaps gen has been forsaken too many times for him to immediately embrace someone willing to help.
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You poor wretch... In life, I was unsympathetic to boys like you. (translated bluntly from ald chimeris, the words are harsh though pitying.) I know now that I should have had patience. If there were any doubt in your mind that Zenith had what you desired, I would anchor you to Meridian and give you talents to hone. Those defiant eyes... You would have made a capable soldier.

(standing this close, it's a simple matter to draw gen against him. his arms come from behind, not trying to be secretive in their raising. there is no parental instinct in him to guide him into holding him like he would a dagoth child; he never had the desire to marry and to rear something that would clone the foulest parts of him. but guilty and missing his family, voryn embraces gen as a regretful older brother.)

But I will do as you ask. You are a weak ally to Springstar while I must become a stronger one—this makes sense. I wish that it didn't, but you are right.

(communion opens a moment in, and in a forceful transfer, zenite sap fills gen's veins. red eyes that look out beyond gen lower to focus instead on an area along the boy's shoulder. then they close, and his voice becomes soft.)

One day, you will wake up from this sad dream. You will be in a place that feels like home. And you will feel wanted there. And you will feel satisfied with that.
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[personal profile] sharmat 2023-06-17 02:01 pm (UTC)(link)
(leads set on mental "read" for two weeks)
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[personal profile] sharmat 2023-06-17 02:02 pm (UTC)(link)
(jk i am HERE)

Why did you do it? Was it simply in your nature?
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[personal profile] erbe 2023-06-17 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
As I see it a new world would be imperfect, but in ways wholly its own. Recreating a lost world would, well... I believe I'd be repeating myself on that one. I agree with you on that one, though. Both sides have quite the array of colorful characters. To say so politely.

[Like, really... a demon? Rin has trouble believing in his perfect hospitality, but he hasn't done anything she knows of (yet) that would earn her hostility.]
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[personal profile] erbe 2023-06-17 05:02 pm (UTC)(link)
I was trying to get a better look at those patterns under your skin, but what you said makes me angry. In a place like this shouldn't you be selfish? No one is going to reward you for acts of heroism or selfless sacrifice. In a place like this you have to worry about what's best for you, because no one else will.

[Sure, such acts of selfishness are taken to far. Sure, Rin is helplessly drawn to aforementioned stupid acts of selflessness. However she hates seeing people toil over something and get nothing, or get some cheap reward, in return.]
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[personal profile] redsoil 2023-06-17 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ voryn you bitch ]

— he drew a line in the sand and told me not to cross it.
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[personal profile] cryomance 2023-06-17 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
You don't need to go that far. This exchange is meant to help you as much as it is to help me.

[ Her eyes flicker away for a moment– ]

But I wouldn't protest if you brought me a bottle anyway.

[ *hinthint*

Once her shard is pried free, she trades it with Diluc's and grabs her dagger to slice the tip of her index finger so she can press the blood into Diluc's shard and smear it around. She then hands the dagger over to Diluc, expecting him to do the same, hopefully with no fuss. She'd be very surprised if it turned out he had a fear of drawing blood from himself, and she hasn't found that a large amount of it is even needed. ]


The effects shouldn't take too long nor be that disorienting. If anything, you'll find yourself thinking with greater clarity.

[ Minus the barrage of images from whatever lurks in the back of Rosaria's head. She hopes it's something as banal as all her former hymnal chanting sessions with Barabara and the others. ]
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[personal profile] cryomance 2023-06-17 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She sighs a little and glances away awkwardly. ]

You're giving me far too much credit. I just wanted to put an end to his self-pity. As much as I hate to admit, he's more preferable to deal with when he's being himself.

[ She never thought she'd meet a worse version of Childe, but that Meridian-sentiment doesn't suit him. Besides, she'd rather have him on their side where she can keep an eye on him than let him run amuck and plot as he pleases.

As always, keeping her enemies close is the safer, sounder strategy. ]


Do you need anything else, or are you fine to travel on your own from here on out?

[ She's not sure what more help she could give him nor does she actually want to make the trip to revive Childe, but she could be convinced if it's Zhongli who's asking. ]
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[personal profile] cryomance 2023-06-17 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Does he really expect a treatise on her just being a woman set in her ways? She doesn't have any particularly deep reasons and is already struggling to grip onto her fortitude in the wake of constant doubt. It would be so easy to fight to bring back her home again and to be lured into false promises of seeing her loved ones again, but she's never been the type to be moved by gospel, even while reciting said gospel from her very lips. ]

I have a home here now. I want to return to it and sleep in the same bed I have for weeks.

[ She knows it might not seem like a whole lot to others, but as someone who hadn't been privy to such comforts for most of her young life, she appreciates having a placing to go back to and a familiar face and the smell of dandelion wine and a place she can let her guard down a little. When Mondstadt was destroyed, she had assumed she'd never feel that way again about any other place. ]

Why do you yet cling to the Meridian? Or were you hoping for a good excuse to defect?