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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] fishfearme 2023-05-14 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
True...

[The reminder of the state of the outside world took out whatever anxious energy remained in him. With a long, drawn out sigh, he shifted to rest his back against the wall and just. had a controlled fall until he was sitting down, his eyes heavy-lidded and shoulders slumped in semi-defeat.]

I'm not used to this. I dislike being trapped.

[Which was a bit of a stupid thing to say, he realised, as any normal human would despise being trapped. But Byleth was, admittedly, a little claustrophobic, and it just added to the cocktail of anxiety and agitation that had kept him wide awake for...how many days it has been. Three? Maybe four?]

Ah, sorry. I shouldn't complain. Likely my pacing was annoying you...
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[personal profile] sharmat 2023-05-15 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
(uneven footsteps reach keen ears, so voryn is aware of gen's approach. this does not inspire him to turn his head to look at him; he'd rather be stabbed in the back than have to face another zenite's attempt to corrupt his values. perhaps if the call for his attention goes unacknowledged, the stranger will exit his wide sphere of personal space. of course, nothing is ever so easy as that.

a hand takes him by the bicep, tight and insistent. he must turn himself into the grasp to do anything about it, and he has raised his elbow to prepare to remove this new parasite; ultimately, the retaliatory, jutting joint freezes.

this close, voryn is easily able to meet sullen eyes.
)

I know your voice... I have heard it before. (a chimer's memory is long—voryn's is longer. the elbow lowers but the arm stays between them. his forearm will act as the bar keeping gen away.) You wish to speak with someone you called a villain? I find this difficult to believe, boy.
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[personal profile] fishfearme 2023-05-15 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Rare was it that Sothis was just speechless with angry bewilderment, but here we are. She had no idea how to respond to these accusations flung her way, flabbergasted at this human determined to paint her as an enemy when she was just. standing here??? doing nothing???]

...you.

[But that confusion began to smoulder into something far more dangerous, her posture edging into something far more... hostile.]

Such vexing arrogance. I am here because Byleth asked me to be here. He desired salvation from the corruption he had been struggling through, yet found that he had no one to lean on. Thus, I aided him, and shouldered the burden myself!

[Abruptly, she snarled, as draconic as her daughter, swiping her hand in the air like they were claws.]

So, where were you? You, who easily utters promises of protection? Do you know how close my vessel came to becoming Zenith? Of course not. You were not there.
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[personal profile] sharmat 2023-05-15 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
(his wrist is caught before the stone can cut into his palm, and the surprise of it is vocalized in a short gasp inward. eyes strain at their corners until his face catches up with how quickly they've darted to look at the one who's touched him. recognition doesn't come from staring up into quetzalcoatl's face but from hearing her voice and feeling the warmth of her fingers.

the stone is dropped, coaxed out of his grip by her gentler one.
)

You—Quetzalcoatl, (voryn says, winded from being startled. he swallows, glancing away as he adds to the stack of hands with his. patting several times in quick succession to reassure her, he greets the next curious meri. ally intervention is the random element he should have factored into attempting something subversive in a crowd.) And John. No, this is—nothing is the matter.

I am not mad, (he adds quickly,) I am possessed of great clarity of mind.
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[personal profile] sharmat 2023-05-15 12:51 am (UTC)(link)
(right.

on his knees in front of an effigy looking as mad as anyone could, voryn's fingers tighten into a squeeze at quetzalcoatl's fingers. he glances between them both with a tilt of his head, then laughs. to define it as hysterical is extreme. what it is is inappropriate.

it cuts through the gloom, cheery. but when it's through, the silence lacking it rings with discomfort.
)

I will perform a ritual.
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[personal profile] vallt 2023-05-15 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
[the way that jyn can feel the exhaustion take him over is familiar; it's what's in her now, down to her bones, from both this situation and well beyond it. a breath blows out of her, slow and long, as her eyes flick in his direction.

so his apology only gets a shoulder lifted in a shrug, alongside:]


Not like I'm going to disagree.

[and she leaves that last part intentionally uncommented on. yes, his pacing had definitely annoyed her, but there's a time and place to be an ass about those things.

instead, she shifts just a bit closer to where he's slumped over, and — allows silence to fall. she's useless for talking through feelings, or much about anything at all.

she's better with purposed action.]


There's a way we could help each other. I think.
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[personal profile] fishfearme 2023-05-15 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
[The silence fell between them - a tired sort - and Byleth tipped his head back and closed his eyes. It didn't bring him any relief or rest: the voices whispered louder, coyly pushing forth a painful memory of: Shez, his trusted comrade, cutting him down in an unexpected backstab, the visceral confusion and hurt and betrayal as-]

Hm?

[He opened his eyes, dispelling that memory to focus groggily on Jyn. It took him a moment to process her words.]

...there is? Oh, is it the, ah, we talk about our various emotional issues method?
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[personal profile] erbe 2023-05-15 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, [Tohsaka is taken back by the positive response. She nods gratefully.]

Certainly. Would you like to exchange names first, or dive in blind?

[Rin cares not either way. There can be advantages to both.]
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[personal profile] intervener 2023-05-15 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ whether it's the byproduct of the Bearers' shared state of heightened Communion or some innate pull of a Zenith seeking the Meridian and vise versa, Rin doesn't have to look far for help.

Vash finds her in the seclusion of a narrow tunnel, sinking to sit beside her, a red-coated, spikey-haired figure - just not the one she's been seeing, as of late. is that a boon or a curse...?

either way, he offers her a smile that's a little tired around the edges; the wear and tear of the past few weeks are taking a toll on everyone, after all. still, Vash is a particularly stubborn creature and one whose pain has always been alleviated by easing it in others. so... ]


Anyone ever tell you you've got a real familiar face?

[ ...even if Rin is crowned by flowers - it's unmistakably Rin.

or, uh. Gem Girl. ]
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[personal profile] intervener 2023-05-15 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ Vash is hardly an inconspicuous figure among those littering the underground chamber and its conjoining tunnels for the bright red of his coat - newly reclaimed - and telltale blond hair. picking him out of a crowd isn't difficult on a bad day, and it's no surprise that today is a bad day.

still, regardless of how it sits a little tired around the edges, Vash's smile seems like it's never left his face and even brightens a bit more earnestly as he's drawn from his thoughts by a voice he recognizes, a presence that is comfortable for its hints of familiarity and a level of trust. sure, he and 'Melshi' aren't exactly old war buddies; they haven't known one another long - but Vash has called men friends who came and went from his life in less time than he's spent with a certain rugged lady-charmer.

more importantly, he believes Melshi is a Good Guy where it counts. Vash even has a pretty sizable stack of evidence to back up these claims, too; it isn't based on some idealistic, optimistic 'wants to believe in everyone' mentality some might accuse him of harboring.

thus, it takes no convincing at all to see him seated as if obeying subconsciously, not requiring much in the way of objective thought to adhere to the request. eyes alight with acuity have taken in his friend's condition as best he's able with subtlety, trying to discern how much the past few days have worn on him. Vash can't say he likes the answer. ]


What, you smuggle something half-decent to drink and you're gonna share with little ol' me? Melshi, I'm flattered, you really shouldn't have...

[ the joke's delivery is missing a bit of it's oomph. he is no more immune than anyone else is where the Zenith tries to dig its claws into his insides, uprooting things he's since learned he couldn't bury.

he's doing okay for the circumstances, yeah? yeah. ]
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[personal profile] muchalucha 2023-05-15 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ Quetzalcoatl glances back as John enters, and of course, having only “met” through Communion so far, she doesn’t recognize him. However, she does catch that he seems to recognize her, though the name isn’t right. She says a quiet ¿Qué?, but luckily, her attention is quickly drawn back to Voryn.

His reassurance is admittedly, not very reassuring, but her grip relaxes as her expression just becomes a little more concerned. Though Quetzalcoatl definitely gives her affection quickly and easily, Voryn had quickly become one of her “favorites”, so to speak, so he naturally gets more of her attention. As he laughs, she shifts to sink down to sit on her knees next to him. ]


A ritual?

[ She parrots his explanation with surprise, then looks at the various pieces again. Voryn, the effigy, and the knife that he’d been planning to bring down on his hand. It clicks for her, at least. The concern doesn’t completely go away, since the reaction still worries her, but it’s not something completely foreign to her. ]

What kind of ritual do you want to do? [ And, considering what she imagines he was about to offer for teotl… After a small, thoughtful noise, she adds: ] Can I help?
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✦ DISCIPILE

[personal profile] erbe 2023-05-15 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
[When the situation with Dimitri is "cleared up" Rin realizes she hasn't seen Dark (or Lucien) in some time. It worries her and — despite the way her body seems to become a growing bed for a sakura tree — she goes searching for him. Dark is hard to miss, so she expects to find Lucien cowering somewhere in the corridors.

What she finds is... just another kind of horror, really. Tohsaka has become so overwhelmed with the hallucinations of Archer and Sakura, the gentle (and some not so gentle) persuasions of the Meridian, and the tally of murders. It hurts her to see him like this, truly a mix of sadness and fury roar within her, but she cannot fall apart before him. For his sake.]


Shh, shh... [Tohsaka coos gently.]

Lucien, I'm here.

[The world melts away. Tohsaka's voice fades as she kneels before him and mental contact is made. Together they drift into a world of their own and begin a new trial to Convince and solidify. To reharmonize.]
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[personal profile] eyesite 2023-05-15 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
( the eerie similarity that the abandoned cities of highstorm and springstar had planted the suspicion in his mind, and once the Shard-Bearers had each gone to the labyrinth cradled within the roots of the Tree of Life to find what awaited them there, he felt more and more certain: what he had seen tangled into the dense malaise of his dead-dreaming had been a premonition of the future. to john, this is far more novel than one might expect. for all of its Sight, the Eye actually does not have any perspective on the future — it can't, because for an entity such as it, there is nothing but the "here and now"; all of the information it held of the past was inextricably and indecipherably interwoven into what it perceived now, and the future might as well not even exist until it happened. so it's a fascinating new insight, and one that he draws toward with an almost magnetic inexorability.

what is dreadfully familiar to him, however, is the feeling of being watched. at this point it follows him so closely it might as well be his own shadow — and, being the Archivist and tied to the Eye as he is, it partially is him, in a way. it's a fear he carries, a fear he similarly instills. a close friend that he knows and calls by name. the empty eyes of the effigy emblazoned with the symbol of the Iconoclast watch balefully as john approaches it, and he is not the only one to have drawn to it with interest. he doesn't recognize the man, and that makes him wary.

the verbal entreaty doesn't necessarily soften that wariness. )
Just like that? ( he raises one eyebrow, though the slight scowl to his expression shows that, despite words, tone, or mien, the gravity of their situation does not escape him. ) Nothing you'd demand in trade? No twenty questions?

( (though, really, when it comes to his trades thus far, john has more been the one demanding twenty questions, but i digress.)

it's not that he's against the concept. even having rid himself of some of it, the Meridian energy still courses through him, and he wants it gone. it's... it should be a dark sign that hope is something that pains him, shouldn't it? but even still, he doesn't let discomfort or the prevailing edges of despair push him to desperation; down here in these caverns, it is the only commodity they have to leverage with value, and so he tries to be at least somewhat discerning in how he trades it away. )
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[personal profile] redsoil 2023-05-15 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ The thunderous sound of Hayame's assault against her bitter enemy is sonorous to him, musical in might and violence. It is the manner of tension and hateful atmosphere that he craves, that he incites simply by existing; perhaps, in that, he will always fail her. The standard that she holds him to is one he works to meet, one that he wishes to meet, and one that he feels he will always, always fall short of. And for what? To be once again lambasted and maligned? To be begrudged for what he brings to Meridian, or for the company he keeps? In his own land, he had consorted with enemy gods all the time.

He knows why she comes. To demand answers from him, while he runs out of ways to explain to her why, what, how — everything, but the very core of his soul. ]


— my own duty, [ Zenith is cool, building within him. It allows him to remain level. Calm, as she bellows to him at the point where their minds meet. He does not emerge from the sands; instead, the whole desert seems to shift at the edge of her hooves. ]
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[personal profile] erbe 2023-05-15 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
[As Rin keeps to herself an air of melancholy hangs around her. Yearning, loneliness, and a forlorn stare... In fact she twists a soft pink blossom between her fingers, and refuses to acknowledge Vash at first. In her peripheral vision she mistakes him (again) for another hallucination of Archer until he speaks.

When he does Rin is quick to flick away the tiny bloom and curl her knees up to her chest.]


No, this is the first time I've ever heard it.

[She wants to sound more prickly than she actually is.]
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arrives, vibrating out of my skin

[personal profile] redsoil 2023-05-15 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ Cassian finds him, at the end of it all.

Vibrant with the calm of Zenith, on the cusp of amended Harmonization ( finally, to where he belongs; finally, to the Lady's awaiting arms — whom he has kept waiting for so long, stubborn and foolish ), Set withdraws to await the last one. The one who will push him over the edge, and reunite him with the horrible, dark thing inside. Even if Meridian is correct, even if they can remake their words — he is no pure-hearted divinity. He is an evil god, the bane of Egypt's people, usurper and ruination. Sekhmet has a place of value that he does not share, and —

And this way,

he can be sure of it. Sure, that his brother will remain dead and gone. ]


Melshi.

[ They are in a small, private alcove. His voice is hoarse, but kept soft. Even in the throes of despair, Set maintains his promise. Cassian, his mind murmurs. ]

— I suppose it is time, then. I do not care to resist you, do what you please.
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[personal profile] warmare 2023-05-15 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
[His duty? The answer only drives her more mad with fury, and combined with how he refuses to show his face when she calls… she can sense the Zenith in him and she hates it, she will drive into the desert and rip up that flower with her bare hands, she-]

Is it your duty to play house with Zenith?

[Her hooves lash info the sand as she nearly crosses the borders of their “lands”, calling out still into the empty air.]

It is our duty to win the oracles, and you have two Zenith among us for what?
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[personal profile] redsoil 2023-05-15 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ Set comes to him, at the end of things.

Saved, filled to bursting with Meridian's light; it is a terrible thing, manifest in him. A dark heat, the cruelty of the arid sands, the sense of dying of thirst, of biting one's own fingers and wrists to sup upon the only moisture one might have left. Meridian, when residing within Set, is deadly and impartial; it is the long, agonizingly painful walk across rolling sands. It is the way the earth rolls, soft and fluid, below straining muscles. The desire to hide from the light, the urge to dig a hole straight down into the sand and bury oneself in it. It is the slow burning of flesh, the cracking of one's tongue and throat. Death, that does not care.

He reaches down, fingers carding softly through Dimitri's bowed head. Like this, it is difficult to tell what the war god thinks. All Zenith energy has been purged from him. Lingering questions have been discarded, thrown aside in favor of fervor and might; perhaps he will recover, in time. Return to his innate curiosities and chaotic deeds, his yearning for knowledge and wisdom, to bring to others once more. Savant, where Dimitri is Advocate. They will make a ruin of one another; it is careless, how he threads his fingers through Dimitri's hair, and follows the line of his temple down.

Down, to his cheek. Down, to his jaw. Down, to where he can cradle the man's chin in the palm of his hand as he kneels before him and seeks his eye. ]


You can always come back from that place, Dimitri.
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DISCIPLE.

[personal profile] redsoil 2023-05-15 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ There is no doubt, that Set has always vacillated between one extreme and the next; that he would prefer to choose his own path, than be forced into a binary. In given one of two choices, he would burn them both and do as he pleased — heedless of how it would hurt others. It had been the cause of much anxiety within his brother, he had come to find out. And even now, his yearning for a true, unfettered existence was causing his own companions grief.

In approaching Lucien, it is obvious that he stands at a crossroads. Meridian in mind, Zenith in heart. Yet, in that crossroads, he comes not with any sign that he will force or subdue the crying, frightened child. All that comes from him, in this moment, is something gentle ( the same gentleness that had lifted Lucien from the ground and carried him home to Highstorm, to Kathova, to ensure he was safe and sound — ). ]


Hello, [ he murmurs, folding to his knees before the rooted child. ] We meet again, do you remember me?
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[personal profile] hauntedking 2023-05-15 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ The end is coming; he can sense it. This terrible ritual and purge is finally, finally becoming something concrete. And he has spent the last - what? Has it been days or hours? He doesn't know. He is lost in his own head, driven half-mad by his ow nanger and grief and his own burning conviction that he must save everything; that he must make the effort now or lose it all. Where Set is the heat of desert sands, Dimitri is the raging fury of a tempest; wind and snow and rain and sleet whipped into a violent maelstrom that sows destruction in its wake. No matter what words were said to him, he had made his choice.

To kill, for the sake of the home he misses so dearly. He has been driven to the edge of fanaticism, to madness, to that state he has feared and loathed ever since he clambered out of the darkness. The only reason Set isn't met with a fist or a rock is because he can feel the other is Meridian; an ally in this time of strife, even if he brings with him the buzz and hum of discord that crackles between them. A strange contrast - the Meridian a comfort, the discord something else entirely.

Dimitri feels fingers - gentle - in his hair and then running down his face and he hears the voice and he knows who it is. It cuts into his madness.
]

...it isn't finished yet. [ His voice is a low croak. Hoarse from shouting. ]

I still need to take their heads.

[ He promised all of this to Set, did he not? Although he never imagined he would return to this, even if it had come to war. ]
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[personal profile] redsoil 2023-05-15 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ He carries on, placid in the face of her wrath. Informative, and empty of tone. ]

Honestly, I expected another Scorching Isles, and so I made a deal to shackle Silco to my side. With him, comes Sebastian —

[ Under her hooves, the edge of the desert draws back. A chasm threatens to deepen between them, Set's temper building and flowing coldly throughout his soul; flowers bloom, red on the vine, radiating a sickly-sweet madness that continues to poison him. Yima's own flower rests, quiet as a vow, at the core of them all. Far, far from Hayame's reach.

But closer than Zenith's energy, is a song. The shine of Meridian. The sense of companionship he has for her, even as angry as she is. ]


Because Silco is Sebastian's master. They have a pact, a contract. I have confirmed this with my dealings, because that is my duty. Silco's wellbeing is Sebastian's greatest flaw — he will always, always seek to protect his meal. In that, I held both of them at bay, until this wretched ritual began.
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[personal profile] zauneyete 2023-05-15 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ Underneath the tree, things are both more and less complicated than they were above. Although Silco had been "helping" Meridian while exploring the odd cityscapes above, there was little trust to be found. He couldn't imagine why. Down here, beneath the tree, things were far odder. Silco did not feel unusual without powers -- he was used to being powerless -- but he could feel that sickening, constant attempt from what he could only describe as Meridian trying to promise him the world and more.

Everything had been tried. He could have swore he heard the voice of his daughter, somewhere behind him and to his left, howling with rage that he'd just give up on Zaun, on her, but Silco knew that she very well might be dead. It didn't dissipate, the more he expelled the energy from him, and even now, his eyes danced off to the distance, every few moments, as if there was something else out there.

He refused to address it -- her -- and Liem is a welcome distraction for the man, though he has not expelled the last of Meridian from him. He wants to. Needs to, but perhaps the power of his conviction for destruction isn't enough to expel it fully yet -- or perhaps the challenge inspires something in Meridian to keep trying.

Silco's lips are turned into a frown, and somewhere nearby is Set, though they are not sitting quite so close as they had been earlier, as if the exchange of their energies was enough to force them to repel.
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Don't tell me you were swayed by my... [ His hands spread, now, magnanimous. ] Assistance to Meridian earlier.
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[personal profile] hyperpotamous 2023-05-15 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ intervention is generous in john's case because he probably would've just let voryn bleed, but clearly not for nothing! his interest is piqued by the suggestion of a ritual. he supposes those actually mean something in other places; necromancy works very neatly through the precision of theorems, so rituals are usually little more than performative fluff. it's sure to be a good distraction regardless of whatever else comes of it.

he quits skulking around the edges of the room and moves closer, although he hovers just out of arm's reach of voryn. he won't complain about voryn holding quetzalcoatl's attention; since he's still unsure how to address the elephant in the room that is his continued unease, it's probably for the best, although every so often, his strange eyes glance in her direction. ]


Beats sitting around waiting to die, I suppose. What do you have in mind?
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[personal profile] redsoil 2023-05-15 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
No, you need to rest.

[ He has never experienced snow, not until he'd met Hayame and Dimitri. The two of them are cold and bright, frozen storms full of wild heart and maddened mind. How can he not appreciate their wrath, their devotion to nothing short of the absolute eradication of those that oppose them? Softly, softly for a being of war and violence, he lifts Dimitri's chin. To look at him, to examine the dark circle under his un-hidden eye. To push aside limp, sweat-dampened strands of hair with his other hand and cradle his face between his palms. ]

'Killer. Soldier. Penitent. Ruler. Responsible.' I am here, to make good on my promise to you. My shoulders are yours, and my wisdom belongs to you. So, listen close to me —

[ Again, he runs his warm hands along that face. Tracing the angle of Dimitri's furious brow, the exhaustion in him. ]

You have done enough for us.
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[personal profile] eyesite 2023-05-15 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
( plotting comment here! these will be closed starters. my plate is pretty full for him, but should anything arise from occurrences in the event that necessitate an interaction, please feel free to reach out to me via PM, plurk, or discord! )