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beleos ([personal profile] beleos) wrote in [community profile] kenosooc2023-03-10 03:37 pm
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MARCH TDM + SETTING UPDATES


BEARING FRUIT (NEW CHARACTERS ONLY)
It starts out as a pleasant dream. You’re in your favorite place, with your favorite people. It’s a moment of idyllic comfort.
And then, it goes wrong. The sky turns dark above, and as you look up, you see the black expanse of space spotted with faraway pinprick lights of stars. Yet, they’re not stars. You’re certain. They’re watching you. A billion eyes all looking down, and they spill forth as if sky itself was a dam holding back those dark waters. You reach back to the people you’re with, but they’re frozen in place. Their eyes are black, reflecting only the expanse of dark eyes.

So you run, even though you know you won’t escape it. You glance back and see it not overtaking, but consuming. The landscape around you is being devoured, and you can see it cracking apart. The world itself is breaking, and it cracks under your feet. You fall, and the billion eyes chase after you until the darkness swallows you whole. There’s agony as if you’re being ripped apart, and then—

You cannot see. You cannot feel. You simply are. Yet even so, impossibly, a woman’s voice speaks gently.

I’m sorry it couldn’t be saved. But, come, it’s time to wake.
You wake with a start, cradled by soft, velvety plants, and sticky with a sap that smells faintly of honey and iron. You can see the veins of the leaves that hold you, lit warmly and gently by what looks like a crystal embedded above you. Yet, it’s odd, because that crystal calls to you. When you reach out to touch it, it’s warm. Familiar. Important. You don’t know why, but you know you must hold onto this, because now it feels wrong for it to be suspended in these leaves. So, you pull it out.

The light starts to fade, but only in time to see as the leaves cradling you immediately start to soften and crumble, and with it comes a torrent of dirt. Soft, loamy soil starts to fill the space around you in the dark as you’re buried. Or, rather, you already were. You reach out through the dirt desperately, and your hands finds a root, so you pull while you clutch that precious crystal so close that it almost feels like it sinks into you (in your panic, you don’t notice that it does). You reach out again, and this time, your hand hits open air and plenty of sturdy roots around to grab.

From a seed you’re born, and like a sprout, you make your way out of the ground.

And once you’ve clawed your way out of the soft earth and the roots, nearby, you see the soil shift. Another hand comes up to grasp desperately for something, anything, just as you had been.


TWO CITIES, ALIKE IN DIGNITY
With the new Shard-Bearers present or en route, it is Kathova and Cetina that approach the established ones, requesting that they form mentorships with the new souls to assist them with the integration process. To this end, they have both provided a centralized zone in both Highstorm and Springstar for a small, casual meet-and-greet to be held before the new Shard-Bearers are unleashed upon Kenos as a whole.

Additionally, as Springstar and Highstorm are holding their events on different days, it is possible for the knowledge-hungry to participate in both informational sessions -- the tones and opinions held by both cities are doubtless to differ, and some Shard-Bearers who have chosen to harmonize with either faction may even find their way to the opposing faction's session as well.

SPRINGSTAR, αιώνιος ήλιος

In Springstar, the seat of the Tribune becomes available for such a forum. While a section of the building itself has been reserved for the meeting between fresh faces and experienced Shard-Bearers alike, the hustle and bustle of Heliopolis continues around them -- acolytes still gather their robes and tomes, hurrying from their quarters to lessons. A score of young militants march in step across the yard to the training grounds.

Tables draped in white-and-gold-trimmed fabrics fare filled with fare typical to Springstar's warmer climate -- fruits and wines, savory smoked meats and roasted vegetables, a series of meze platters and souvlaki skewers have been lain out to encourage forum participants to snack as they speak. The atmosphere is light, ambient with informality and friendliness, though topics will inevitably stray towards philosophic, Springstar's meeting grounds are decorated with handsome chaise lounges and slouching klismos chairs in small, intimate groupings.

However, those who have attended the forum in the past or simply have a sharp eye may notice: food doesn’t flow as freely in a feast-like setting as before. It’s more subdued in presentation and portion because as you may hear, the Blight (see below) is an affliction that’s been affecting the food stores of Springstar and Highstorm both. The Meri are nervous about this and blame it on the Zenites since they had won the Oracle on the Scorching Isles (January's event) and with it, punished the Meridian, even if unintentionally. As such, those who are notable Zenites or who wear their allegiance openly may not be treated as kindly. The military also seems to be more present at the forum. These two things are related, as it turns out, because only a few days after the new Shard-Bearers arrive, an invasion will begin.

HIGHSTORM, луны-близнецы

Eternally in opposition, Highstorm provides the Manor's courtyard as the setting for their informational meeting. Formality is of utmost importance here, with attending Zenith loyalists and residents dressed in beautiful, albeit austere attire -- they are, after all, standing before Lady Yima's home. A buffet-style luncheon is spread alongside one of the largest reflecting pools, wherein you may gaze and find your memories revealed in retrospect upon the water's surface.

There are few places to be seated in the Manor's courtyard, resulting in a milling of bodies as they flow and ebb between smaller gatherings, clustering in small-to-large groups with small platters and shimmering flutes of drink held in their hands.

The mood of Highstorm is subdued as always, but still seems to be pleasant and joyous thanks to claiming the Oracle in the Scorching Isles. The Blight may be affecting the city and causing plants and the like to die, but there’s admittedly not much of it to be seen with Highstorm’s harsh winters. Maybe they’re not hit as badly as Springstar, or maybe they just haven’t noticed yet. Only time will tell. But regardless, notable Meri or those that wear their allegiance more openly will be treated politely, but perhaps with a little condescension. Highstorm is one step closer to winning than Springstar, after all.


para bellum (the occupation of alenroux)
A few days after new Shard-Bearers arrive, the word spreads quickly as the campaign begins: Meridian is invading Alenroux.

To those who have Harmonized with Meridian, they’ll be contacted by Cyrus through Communion 48 hours before the invasion begins. As he explains, Springstar is a city that depends on Alenroux far more than Highstorm (because of its much larger population), and with Alenroux currently under Zenite control, it’s imperative that they make sure that Zenith isn’t able to cut off access and cause a famine for Springstar. Zenith won’t be denied access to Alenroux or its bounty either, he makes that clear. This is just a matter of being proactive in their defense to protect their people. For the Meridian, their goals in supporting this effort are clear:

  • Create secure outposts. Well-built, defensible outposts are needed, so anyone who can assist with building efforts, and quickly are appreciated.
  • Defend the outposts and the Meri soldiers at large. Alenroux is still dangerous because of the monsters, and soldiers will be staying overnight. Fighting off monsters is something that will also eventually make Alenroux inhabitable.
  • Prevent Zenith interference. Highstorm surely won’t be happy about this, so make sure that the soldiers and the outposts are protected from Zenites just as much as from the monsters that roam the lands.
And indeed, the invasion and occupation does come as a surprise to Highstorm. While they had noted the increased training of Springstar’s military, it was assumed to be in preparation for the intensified tensions of losing the first Oracle, not something as bold as an open act of war like this.

It takes some time for Yima to learn more about the events herself, but Zenith will also be contacted through Communion. With the air of a disappointed mother, she’ll explain that Meridian’s choice is regrettable since she thought they would be better than this. Yima explains that there’s no need to turn Alenroux into an open warzone and cut off both cities from their breadbasket. Instead, she lays out the following direction to gently break Meridian’s spirit first before turning to open hostilities:

  • Collect information. Where are the outposts, how many soldiers are assigned to them, and what are their general movements. Scouting and spying will be valuable. Learning more about the Meri Shard-Bearers’ capabilities while they’re fighting creatures rather than Zenites is also useful.
  • Create dissent. The people that work and visit Alenroux regularly have mixed feelings about the occupation unless they’re Meridian loyalists. Making the campaign unpopular with the people can push Meridian back without needing to raise a finger.
  • Sabotage. But don’t get caught doing it, at least for now. Whether breaking defenses or leading more powerful monsters to the encampments, it’s best to break morale before needing to fight back openly.
If you’re unharmonized when all of this begins, then you’ll be finding out about it with the general populace. However, it’s a good opportunity to learn what a faction is about in a more hands-on way. Though you may not be privy to their private, factional discussions, both sides will still welcome the help of those still yet to decide.


SETTING UPDATES
In both locations, information passes between all in a forum, spread and disseminated among the masses - it's a good opportunity for city residents, faction loyalists and interested new parties to share and share alike. Once the meet-and-greet has concluded, twin missives from both faction leads are read out -- invitations for all present to explore the cities to their heart's content, and warnings about stumbling ill-prepared ( or at all ) into the Below, or worse yet, the Beyond. As Shard-Bearers new and old take in their cities, they'll all see it change throughout the month...

OOC, these are all updates to the setting at large that players both new and old are free to interact with as little or as much as they wish! Feel free to use them as prompts on this post, in your characters on-going lives and arcs, or just let them go "that's none of my business" and ignore it. The world of Kenos is shaped by our playerbase, and these are some of the wider reaching effects of various player plots and actions.

THE BLIGHT

During the events of the Scorching Isles, Shard-Bearers encountered an affliction upon the island and unintentionally brought it back to Highstorm and Springstar with them. Known simply as “the Blight,” this condition steals time from the things it infects. It most frequently infects inanimate objects and will cause them to rot or degrade rapidly (such as a piece of metal rusting within hours) but is able to infect living things as well. Most notably, the Blight is infecting plants and animals in the two cities. Plants both decorative and necessary will wither and die, and small animals grow sick and die seemingly of old age. This has been seen in small amounts throughout the past month OOC but is greatly increased in frequency in March and beyond.
FURTHER DETAILS
  • Within the NPC populace, there’s a low-grade fear of the Blight intensifying and being able to infect larger animals/the people. There’s no evidence of this yet, but Shard-Bearers that were on the Scorching Isles will know this is possible.
  • Some characters will be aware that the rare, blue flowers that grow in the barren portions of World’s End (February’s event location) seem to reduce the effects of the detrimental effects of the Oracle and the Blight. Because of some drops of characters that knew this information, you can assume that characters are able to learn this information if they’re interested enough to dig into it.
  • Dr. Julia Melnik of Springstar is openly researching cures for the Blight and will recruit anyone interested to be research assistants to test formulations of cures on afflicted plants/creatures. You can handwave these interactions and use them for prompt(s), if you’d like!
  • Finally, if curing the Blight is something your character would specifically be interested in, please note it in your Character Survey so that the Loremasters will be able to help you pursue this organically.

THE OCCUPATION OF ALENROUX

As mentioned above, Meridian has launched a surprise invasion and occupation of Alenroux. Because Meridian was able to successfully keep their efforts a secret throughout the months (!) they’ve been planning this, Zenith will not be able to repel their advances… Immediately, at least. After roughly a week OOC from this log’s posting, the Meridian outposts in Alenroux will be stable and will change the island in the following ways:
FURTHER DETAILS
  • Outposts have been established in well-chosen, defensible locations throughout the island of Alenroux. They’re clustered more heavily closer to the Cornerstone and are non-existent in the more dangerous Northern portion of the island where little farming is done anyways.
  • Meridian soldiers will be always staying in the camps and outposts. For now, they’re a more supervisory force that are protecting the farmlands of Alenroux. During the day cycle, the military will respond with hostility to anyone that threatens the farms. If your character would antagonize or outright fight Meridian military, please contact a Loremaster, since this will have repercussions! Otherwise, the soldiers will assist workers and visitors to Alenroux in a professional manner.
  • During the night cycle, the military will defend their outposts from monsters and make occasional offensive excursions to reduce the threat of monsters. The secondary goal of the Meridian military is also to make Alenroux a place that people can live, though this is a longer term effort.
  • Meridian Shard-Bearers will be strongly encouraged to assist with the effort. “Assist” is purposefully defined broadly so that characters can help in whatever way suits them. Scouting, building, monster killing, or just morale improving are all valid ways that will gain favor with their faction and may lead to further opportunity. For now, abstaining will not have consequences, but may in the future.
  • Zenith Shard-Bearers will be treated with suspicion in Alenroux and are not allowed to approach any of the Meridian outposts, or at least not without triggering a fight. The military will not outright attack Zenites (unless provoked) and essentially encouraged to move along. However, they may wish to gather information about the outposts and Meridian forces to attempt to push back against the occupation.
  • Unharmonized Shard-Bearers are not treated with hostility, but similar to Zeniths will not be allowed to enter any of the encampments.
  • If your character has an interest in continuing or stopping the occupation, please note it in your Character Survey so that Loremasters will be able to help you pursue this organically.
If Zenith would like to repel these advances, this is a response that will be purely in player hands (but will be assisted by Zenite NPCs, of course!). If they want to reclaim Alenroux, they can, or they can simply let Meridian continue. It’s up to you! This is something that Zenite players should discuss both IC and OOC, and if this plot develops further, Loremasters will help facilitate the ongoing conflict as a part of our changing game environment.

SMALLER CHANGES

HIGHSTORM: GREENWOOD YARDS Considering the affliction that threatens the well-being of flora and small fauna alike, the greenhouses are far more discerning with those who are permitted inside its gates, afraid of the contagion affecting the precious, invaluable greenery of long-dead worlds. After the occupation of Alenroux, Meridian will be outright turned away, and while Zenith possesses no formal military or police, the greenskeepers appear to be prepared to defend their property with physical force should it come to that. Unharmonized are still allowed inside. The rest of the Yard beyond the greenhouses are still open to all factions.

And though it may seem an odd place for such a gathering, the indoor bathhouse at the far end of the Yards appears to be gaining popularity for mysterious reasons; if asked, none of the locals will explain the abrupt uptick in visitation. But should you investigate yourself, the reason why becomes apparent through experience: the tea served by the attendants here has changed properties. Should you be a Zenite, you will be served a cup that decreases your body's natural need for food and drink for 24 hours - an effort to test a concoction to relieve the need to deplete resources and lessen the city's reliance on Alenroux. Should you be a Meridian, the tea you're served will increase your appetite a considerable degree even if you normally do not require sustenance, and you will find yourself unfulfilled even if you are unwise and eat yourself to the point of illness; this lasts for 24 hours. The Unharmonized will find the tea might make them vaguely woozy, and either cause mild increase or decrease in appetite.
KOWLOON: DRAUMAHOL (cw: drugs)
    Those that frequent Kowloon may have heard about the sudden disappearance of the former owner and operator of the drug den Draumahol, though it was only really noted because of the business being closed for a few days. Practically unheard of, since the desperate of Highstorm and Springstar come to Draumahol for their various fixes that are a little more taboo on the surface. But, never fear. After a brief closure, Draumahol reopens.

    While it may not be obvious early in the month, it'll be increasingly so that Draumahol is under new management. Those that frequent the business enough will be able to figure out that the new owner is Silco (or, if you personally know him, it's fairly obvious). If you would like to plot anything regarding Draumahol, we encourage reaching out to Silco's player, Jill!
SPRINGSTAR: THE CHURCH After the loss of the first Oracle, the Church of Heliopolis has been busy tending to its flock as the numbers coming to seek comfort swell. The gatherings aren't formal "services" so much as they're chances for people to come together and inspire each other with their homes and dreams of home. One formal process that does stick out though is that with each "service" one member will tap into the world shown in their sunbeam and open their minds to Communion. Anyone that wishes to can also experience this member's home, see their friends, loved ones, and the sights. It's a intimate bonding activity, but seems to be very cathartic for those that partake.

Additionally, those that come by the Church frequently enough to be known faces at the "services" may also be approached by priests and priestesses and invited to join in smaller ceremonies. Always taking place during Springstar's dawn or dusk, these ceremonies have a markedly different vibe and are lead by Hieropoios Natalia herself. Attending these ceremonies is an exclusive honor that will reduce attendees' Discord and has a subtly addictive quality that will encourage them to return. Hm!
OOC NOTES
  • Welcome to Kenos! As a reminder, all new players need an invite to apply to the game, which are now open.
  • This log is Game Canon. Any characters who are not apped to the game will disappear. If Cyrus or Yima are asked, they’ll explain that this sometimes happens since not every soul has a strong tether to Kenos and sometimes return to the Timestream. They may return to Kenos one day, but for now, weren’t able to make the full journey.
  • As a note primarily for current players, closed toplevels/prompts are not allowed in this log. If you would like to interact with the setting changes in a way that isn't open to all characters (new and old), we ask that you instead make a log in [community profile] kenoslogs.
  • As a general reminder, any new characters that choose Zenith will receive a bonus 2 AC token reward, which is a purely OOC incentive. Our factions are a bit imbalanced at the moment, so we'd appreciate more Zenites!

  • FOR NEW PLAYERS:

  • When characters emerge from their cocoon/the ground, they may be wearing their normal clothes or nude. Up to you!
  • At some point in the days after leaving the Tree of Life, new Shard-Bearers will have a dream, even if they're usually not capable of sleeping. All new players should read this post since this details how they'll learn about both factions and their goals and should help them make a decision about which Faction they'd be drawn to.
  • As a reminder, your character has a Shard somewhere on their body that encompasses their soul, so keep note of where you're sticking it on their person for reference! Additionally, they have a tattoo of their Aspect somewhere on their body. Please be mindful this Aspect will be assigned to you upon approval and whatever you choose for the TDM may be temporary (for new characters)!
  • For the Highstorm and Springstar prompts, both cities will be fully open and accessible to all characters once they are freed from their rather harrowing ordeal at the Tree of Life. For prompt ideas and any general information about the cities and what you can find there, please see the Navigation page and check out the locations!
  • New characters will not have access to any canon abilities on the TDM until they Harmonize, AKA make a choice of which faction they choose to support. For some characters, this may be an easy decision, but it make take others time. We just ask you keep this in mind!

  • CODING
    skelters: (brokiloen) (Default)

    kaeya.........................

    [personal profile] skelters 2023-03-13 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
    [ okay, first of all, it should be vash who looks more scared and freaked out by the recent development of events. second of all, how dare kaeya take advantage of vash's bleeding heart and his weakness for kids like this? of course, he has no idea about any of it - all he sees is a scared kid, and he is gullible and dumb enough to fall right into the trap. ]

    No, no! I don't think so! [ stopping a few feet away from the teen, vash tries to emphasise the denial by waving both hands, and shaking his head vigorously to boot. ]

    They're here, um, to protect you and everyone! I'm just here to help! That's all!
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    YELLS

    [personal profile] vestments 2023-03-13 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
    ( marc hears the sound of the fight before he sees it — he's only human, after all, he can't see in the dark. he relies on the cold illumination of the moon to guide him, now more than ever, now whilst khonshu is quiet and there's no deep voice, all-encompassing, oscillating between mocking and paternal. no guidance. no instruction. no demands.

    he stills when he hears the creature die, the sudden silence stark in the darkness. then marc sees it, the corpse, the body, heading straight towards him and— )


    Shit.

    ( he moves before he's had time to consciously think about it, darting to one side and towards a bush, eyes wide and shocked and full of surprise. it's not the strangest thing that's ever happened to him, not at all, but he hadn't really been expecting it. he takes a second to reorient himself as a voice calls out in the darkness. he doesn't recognise it, but he looks nonetheless.

    it's easy to pick out the details. the gold jewellery glints in the shine of the moon, and the red eyes—

    —the mask—

    khonshu had told him this (this? no, not this, that—) had been a trick by set, one to pull marc and khonshu into his grasp. he'd imprisoned anput.

    the girl with the green hair had told him something else, but if set's here, what else is he supposed to think? if set's attacking him, then khonshu must have been right after all, and this is just another—.

    another.

    another example of his broken mind? the overvoid?

    (hmm.)

    he steps out into set's path. the wide-eyed bemusement of having a corpse thrown at him has been replaced by something calmer, something smoother. though his body is far from relaxed — the tension is there, as ever, coiled in his fists and his shoulders — marc is familiar. he holds an air of expectation, that whatever comes next isn't to be a shock.

    (unless it is.) )


    Well, ( he gestures with both hands, a loose wave as if to say 'what else?' ), I'm not lost.
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    [personal profile] kinaesthesia 2023-03-13 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
    [Wow, she really stumbled onto a skittish one, hasn’t she? Maybe she should drag this guy down to the arena with her and toughen him up a little bit. Y’know, for his own good.

    She is very purposefully keeping her attention directly on him even as he tries to avoid her gaze, though when he takes a more deliberate look around at their surroundings, she does give in and follow suit. The place really is a wonder to look at, and the bustling of the streets and those eternally sunny skies do hold a certain kind of appeal for her.]


    Sure is. Real easy to get turned around in these streets, though. Wish their little welcoming party for us had come with a map or something.]

    [Has she even tried asking for a map? No, but that’s not the point,,]
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    i would like to report a murder

    [personal profile] kros 2023-03-13 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
    [ there is a story parents like to tell their kids before bed; a story of green hills, of bright colored flowers, of water as far as the eye can see. it's a stupid story because no one has ever seen these things, and no one ever will, but parents like to tell it anyway to give their poor, pathetic, kids some sense of hope. some sense that one day, someday, things will get better. wolfwood likes to think this place with all its green, all its flowers, all its water, is exactly what those parents were picturing as they spoke of that wonderful promised land no one is ever going to see.

    so, why is he here?

    that question had been lingering on the edge of thought since he dug himself out of the ground, hissing quietly in his ears each time he spoke to someone, each time he took a step. he couldn't figure it out, didn't want to figure it out, and convinced himself this was some sort of hideous trick because of course it is. it has to be. so he determines to figure it out, to unveil the dark shadows undoubtedly hidden in every corner, to drag the truth out kicking and screaming. it's too convenient, all of it, and he doesn't believe a single word any of these assholes spew at him.

    it's exactly how he ends up in the gardens, stalking through with a single-minded determination. there was something here, had to be something here, the place is too green, too colorful, really fucking suspicious if you ask─

    the sound barely registers in his ears, it isn't what catches his attention, the hunched-over ball of red in his path is what brings him to a stop, his chest seizing at the sight, at the realization, at─ vash. the last he had seen him, he had sent vash right into the trap knives had laid for him, the last he had seen him vash had thanked him for everything despite all the lies, despite all the deception. why is he here? ]


    Hey, [ wolfwood barely recognizes his own voice, choked, croaky, as though he hasn't spoken in months. ] Needle-nogggin.
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    [personal profile] skelters 2023-03-13 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
    Um...

    [ that's honestly the first time someone has actually ... patted his cheek. so please forgive him if he freezes a bit.

    she does it a little patronizingly, kind of as if he's just a dog, or some kind of animal, the gesture is condescending but vash doesn't seem to take it as such, giving a tentative haha of laughter as he just seems to ... let her do whatever she wanted? kind of a little like when he was pulling her free of the ground. ]


    I'm sorry?
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    [personal profile] kinaesthesia 2023-03-13 06:59 am (UTC)(link)
    Damn right.

    [A simple agreement punctuated with a nod. All that political crap always did get in the way taking care of people’s needs when it comes to things like this. Much better to detach from it and tackle the issue head-on. That sort of mindset suited her as a merc and even moreso once she landed at Rhodes Island.]

    Well, if you’re game to do a little digging, I am too.

    [Congrats, John, on your new partner in crime??]

    Wish those guys would hurry up and get into it with each other already, though.

    [Gavial is not a patient woman, if the annoyance creeping into her voice and the stern crossing of her arms as she turns her attention back to the commotion in front of the greenhouse are any indication. They’re still arguing, though the greenskeepers are looking a lot less happy about the whole thing.]
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    [personal profile] skelters 2023-03-13 07:12 am (UTC)(link)
    [ it hurts.

    he is used to it, should be used to it, now, but every time it seems like his body thinks it's the very first time. freezing up, frozen solid. trapped, not knowing where it is that he's meant to be going. a deer, wolfwood had called him. an idiot who doesn't know anything, doesn't understand anything, moving before he thinks. he doesn't know why it makes him laugh - though it's more of a breathless wheeze at this point, as he forces his body to unclench from where he is crouched down. forces his lungs to take a breath, in and out, and vash slowly, painfully staggers up from where he is crouched over on the ground, the palm of his hand pressed to where his stomach feels hollowed out and empty, when —

    predictably, inevitably, vash looks in the completely opposite direction at first. his ears are playing tricks now, vash thinks, his mouth curling into a fixed, automatic smile as he sees nothing but green grass and swimming myriad of colours in front of his eyes that sway with the breeze. there's nobody at all.

    after all, it isn’t at all like wolfwood, was it? that sounded nothing like him; choked up, upset, angry — wait, is that how vash himself always thought he sounded like? has he always seen him that way? is he standing like an idiot in the middle of this heavenly garden, psychoanalysing himself? ]
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    [personal profile] kros 2023-03-13 07:22 am (UTC)(link)
    [ it sure is a look alright, though not enough to make wolfwood flinch under it. there is an air of overconfidence (even without the punisher) to him, a clear belief that he'd be fine no matter what these tunnels managed to throw at him. maybe he's right, maybe he isn't, doesn't matter in the end, does it? ]

    I'm a hard man to put down. [ many have tried, many will try, he's lost count of how many times he should have died by now. ] And if I'm not? You gonna stop me, pops?

    [ but hey, he is on the right track. as to how far away his goal is, that is another story, one he is positive the man before him isn't going to simply just hand over for free. fine, he can play hardball if he has to. for now, he doesn't make a move, save to shift his weight from one foot to the other. ]
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    [personal profile] kros 2023-03-13 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
    [ are you fucking kidding him?

    he should have expected it, should have realized vash is too much in his own head to realize when he's being spoken to. the pressure into his chest seems to loosen as irritation starts to bubble up from his gut, jaw setting tightly as a short tch noise is gritted out. in a way he's glad for it, beyond glad for it. anger he can do, irritation he can do, everything else he had been feeling? all those things he pushes down and buries? he doesn't want to deal with any of that.

    so wolfwood stalks over to that idiot in the red coat, stalks over, and strikes him upside the back of his head with all his strength. ]


    Turn around, dumbass!

    [ really, how hard is it to look in the direction you heard the fucking noise from???? ]
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    [personal profile] vestments 2023-03-13 07:46 am (UTC)(link)
    ( it's not what he'd been expecting.

    in truth, he doesn't know what he'd been expecting and it's not so much that it's overwhelming — marc is used to thoughts and feelings that aren't his lurking, floating just out of reach, pressing against his thoughts and his feelings. sometimes closer, sometimes further away. sometimes he can push them away, swallow them deep down into the abyss and the craters of his mind so that he's still marc.

    sometimes he can't.

    when lottie sends her thoughts his way, he's still him. they sit on the surface of everything he feels, not quite smothering so much as informing.

    he knows how it feels to be someone else, the lingering memory of wants and desires, likes and dislikes left by choice. sometimes not left at all. sometimes what's left is nothing at all, a void where once there had been time and experiences, recollections deliberately void.

    this is different. the sense of lottie is alien, wholly different to steven and jake, though it's not all her. it's others impressing on her, and she— panic. fear. a lack of interest once understanding sets in. names he doesn't recognise, impressions of places he's never been.

    when she speaks in the present, drawing his attention physically back to her, he—

    he breathes. his lips thin and he scowls. he wonders if she had received any impression of him throughout all of that, and though it's not the first time his mind has been touched and though it won't be the last—. )


    What? ( it helps and it doesn't. it sits alongside the rest of his thoughts, the ones he's been told aren't real (but they are) and the ones he's been told are real (but they're not), and he's not yet sure where to slot them, where to file them away.

    he doesn't answer the question. )


    What was that?
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    [personal profile] skelters 2023-03-13 07:50 am (UTC)(link)
    Ouch!!! [ rude??

    honestly, even though it hurts, it's a different sort of pain than the constant, nagging feeling deep in his gut. it brings him out of his own head for a while, at least, giving vash something to focus on - in which immediate case is him letting out a unhappy groan and flinch in on himself like a turtle retreating back into its shell, letting both his hands fly up to the back of his head where he's been punched. ]


    Oh, haha... Wolfwood, it's you!

    [ trust vash to make their first greeting so painfully, excruciatingly, irritatingly normal, when where they are now, where they should be and aren't, where they could have been if not for all the myriad of insane things have not happened, should not even have allowed him to talk that way in the first place. vash says it as if it has only been minutes since they'd parted, as if they had not said their goodbyes and thanks and sorrys, as if they hadn't told each other that it is done, now. ]
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    [personal profile] kros 2023-03-13 08:03 am (UTC)(link)
    Don't you "oh, haha" me!

    [ it only serves to fan the flames of his annoyance, as his fist throbs angrily from the strike. damn spikey, his stupid head is still as hard as ever. not that he was expecting anything different, really, not that he should have expected anything different, vash would make their reunion like this as if they hadn't said goodbye in not so many words, as if he hadn't looked at him and said thank you as if those words hadn't been bouncing in his skull as conrad placed the paper in front of him. that fucking contract. ]

    The hell were you looking?! The hell you even doing out here curled up like some wimpy kid?!

    [ under the layers of anger, of irritability, that hint of worry threatens to break through, threatens to tear down his entire facade. vash, he notes, looks fucking terrible. looks as though he hasn't eaten in days (chances are he hasn't), looks as though he has been stuck in his own head again. wolfwood can see it, of course he can see it, he can see it and he can't stop the concern that builds up in his chest. you don't have to care anymore, it is done now. ]
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    [personal profile] oomfies 2023-03-13 08:07 am (UTC)(link)
    [ It's vague, and it's small, but she does. Lottie feels about an iota of what he allows her to, because this stranger is particularly controlled in how he expresses things. Better than a lot of who she's run into who are new and struggling to figure out what to filter, what to allow someone else to feel so intimately.

    (Which should be a concern, in its own right, but Lottie doesn't think that far ahead and she's not concerned for things like her safety when the people she's rescuing are babies, practically.)

    And even if he wasn't, Lottie won't pay much attention to it. She feels, and lets it roll off her like water on a ducks back. None of her concern, not her real problem.

    She glances up to him, ]


    It was me. [ And then broadcasted unhelpfully in his head: ] Easier to talk through communion sometimes than, you know, in real life. You'll get it. [ She gestures vaguely to her head as her voice rings out loud in the real world, ] It's quicker. Easier to, you know. Filter stuff out.
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    Highstorm

    [personal profile] grunehexin 2023-03-13 08:09 am (UTC)(link)
    [Exploring outside of Yima's manor is difficult for this little witch, whose feet have been broken and bound to less than half of the size that they should, the ruined bones and flesh hidden behind a tight wrap of bandages. She was given a crutch, but even that much... She is accustomed to being carried by a manservant, and her legs are thin with atrophy, trembling with each step once she begins to tire.

    But along her attempt at exploration, she finds... someone waving her over excitedly. Someone... young? Curious (as if she wasn't young herself), she toddles over as steadily as she can, peering over the other girl's shoulder into... what image was that in the water?]


    - You have a scrying portal right out here in the open?
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    [personal profile] grunehexin 2023-03-13 08:29 am (UTC)(link)
    You there.

    [The voice comes from... below, actually, from a young girl dressed in a heavy, black and emerald gown decorated with pearls and gold cording. The dress is long enough that it might seem odd that she seems supported by a crutch beneath one arm, but... beneath the hem, wrapped away beneath stocking and bandages, are bound feet less than half the size a girl's should be.

    Is she calling him out to chastise him? To demand he leave some food for the rest of them?]


    Can you place some of that upon my plate?

    [... Nope. She needs help reaching some of the things on the table.]
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    [personal profile] vapour 2023-03-13 08:38 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Childe will come over to the girl and blink, looking down at her, unsure if she is the one that actually spoke (or at least that seems to be what he's thinking.) Nevertheless, he must have had some idea considering he's brought a small plate with a small fork and a nice piece of chocolate cake which he will lean down and offer to her. He wonders if she likes chocolate cake? Kids need chocolate to grow and all that.

    Although he doesn't say it, he is wondering how old she is, and if she needs like a hundred more chocolate cakes because if she's older than she looks maybe she hasn't been fed well back home?

    Ultimately, he will smile to her, and unlike pretty much everyone else he would smile at, it will be sincere towards her.
    ]

    Hello. You're interested in the Blight?
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    [personal profile] skelters 2023-03-13 08:52 am (UTC)(link)
    What... ow, you didn't have to hit me that hard ... do you want me to say, then?

    [ he can only laugh, you know; he can only smile and smile, through vision blurry with tears (honestly, the guy sure can throw some punches) and an ache in his gut that goes beyond hunger, goes beyond the days and nights of worrying himself until he was sick. it's what makes vash exaggerate, cringing back like the coward he is as wolfwood brandishes his fist at him as if he will sock him again. it's what makes him grin again, hopeless and helpless and utterly ridiculous, and fully aware of it, too. ]

    I was just ... thinking! That's all!

    [ at least with the pain in his head, he can't really feel much of anything else anymore. it makes it easier for vash to straighten up eventually, normally, as if nothing is out of place. ]
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    [personal profile] vapour 2023-03-13 08:53 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Childe isn't here to sabotage at the moment, but nights in Alenroux can't really be so easily used as cover for operations like that considering the monsters that lurk, either, so it may not be entirely by choice. Still, he's been watching this specific defense area for some time to get a better idea of the patterns, and this guy... well, those ears of one of the ones on duty definitely remind him of Teyvat. Unfortunately, since they're unharmonized, he can't locate a vision on them to be sure, either. He supposes risking asking is more or less fine right?

    Childe approaches from the road hands up to show he's not hostile— but will show off his own vision well enough towards the other, too. If that doesn't give it away, the Fatui mask resting to one side of his head may do so instead.
    ]

    You're... new. When did they bring you on board?
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    [personal profile] kros 2023-03-13 09:01 am (UTC)(link)
    Fuck if I know!

    [ he almost wants to hit him again, wants to grab hold of his shoulders and shake vash until he cuts it out. the laugh that rings a little hollow, the smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, the way he cringes away. he's seen this before and he hates it, hates that it sets something off in him, hates that he wants to do something, anything, to make it just... go away.

    wolfwood scoffs, all but glaring daggers at vash as he stands up straight again. ]


    Should know better than to start thinking, idiot. [ hands clench at his sides, missing the heavy weight of the punisher on his back, the pull of it on his hand. he shoves his hands into the pockets of his pants, then, as if to hide the motion. ] You'll get lost in that empty skull of yours.

    [ a beat, brows furrowing, and his exhales. ]

    You look like shit, spikey.
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    [personal profile] skelters 2023-03-13 09:15 am (UTC)(link)
    [ it strikes him then, something that rings odd about wolfwood's appearance - he can't figure out what it is, so vash is just going to do what he usually does and stare like a blockhead that he is. it's not his hair, or his sunglasses, or that sad stub of a cigarette burning itself out in the sneer of his mouth. it's not his hands either, shoved into his pockets. it's not the crumpled suit he always wears. it's --

    he doesn't say anything, for a while, but his gaze turns a little more clear, a little more present in the here and now, a birdlike tilt in his head as vash continues looking on. he knows he doesn't have to say anything about the empty space immediately behind or beside wolfwood - the absence of straps that dug angry red grooves into the calloused palm of his hand. somehow, it's strange to see him without the punisher - but for once, vash chooses to not comment on it, drawing attention to the gaping open void between them. ]


    Sorry, [ it is said simply, softly, without any frills. ] I won't.

    [ they both know that vash is a sucker for making promises that he can't keep. ]

    So do you!
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    [personal profile] baltimores 2023-03-13 09:15 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Amos offers a half-shrug with his nod of affirmation; yeah, death doesn't work the way you'd expect it to here at all. It's old hat for him at this point though, so it gets a muted reaction.

    What does get a reaction is Diluc introducing himself. That brings Amos a bit of pause, hand loosely wrapped around his glass, not going for drinking it at all at the moment.

    It's a beat too long before he answers. ]


    Yeah, I've been here a while.

    [ But his voice is distracted, something else far more pressing on his mind. Because he's heard the name Diluc only once before. It can't be that common. So... ]

    You wouldn't happen to know a Kaeya, would you?

    [ He has maybe, perhaps, heard the term sworn brother out loud once before, too. ]
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    [personal profile] grunehexin 2023-03-13 09:20 am (UTC)(link)
    Hoh... You bring an offering with you in addition to your words?

    [This man seems overly interested in her looks... and maybe she should have expected that, considering what she'd read about men in the Outside World. But if it comes with cake that looks that delicious... ? Perhaps she will allow it.

    Crossing her thin, atrophied legs beneath the heavy drape of her black and emerald gown, betraying just a hint of the feet beneath that are less than half the size they should be, she accepts the cake plate with all the grace of a queen who deserves sweets (even if it's a brave front in a scary new world).]


    I accept. Now do tell me more about this so-called Blight I have heard whisper of.
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    [personal profile] kros 2023-03-13 09:26 am (UTC)(link)
    [ the silence hangs heavy, saying far more than any words can. it's good that he chooses not to acknowledge it, doesn't dig his fingers into a wound still raw and weeping. he feels naked almost without it, vulnerable in a way that sets the hair on the back of his neck up, that makes his skin itch. he manages the feeling for the most part, finds ways to distract his mind from the ever-present lack of something.

    he almost pulls one of his hands out to strike vash again at the promise, hollow words grating at his already frayed nerves. idiot. he shakes his head instead, sparing a short glance at the garden before returning to vash, questions trying to desperately form on his tongue.

    what happened? are you okay? it wasn't just a j─ ]


    I don't look like I'm about a shrivel up and die! [ he does pull a hand from his pocket, fishing around the pocket of his jacket for something. he pulls out a sandwich he had swiped a few seconds later, roughly shoving it at vash's chest. ] You haven't been eating again, haven't you?!
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    [personal profile] skelters 2023-03-13 09:48 am (UTC)(link)
    Wolfwood...

    [ this is his cue to look thrilled and say things like i knew you were a nice guy or so you do care or even thanks, but vash finds his tongue a little too clumsy in his mouth, too thick and ungainly for words as he stumbles back a few steps from the push, hands rising up to catch the sandwich before, god forbid, it falls to the ground. it's squashed a little, definitely not fresh, but all in all everything about it is just so wolfwood that he has to laugh a little - the sound seems to ease a little bit of the awkward tension set in his shoulders, the stubborn furrow between his brows lessening, as vash cradles it in his hands like some kind of treasure. ]

    No, but you look like you're going to keel over from a heart attack.

    [ is he being a brat and acting out just so he doesn't have to answer or acknowledge that second part? vash gathers the food up in his hand and, with a slight oof of exertion, sits right down on the stretch of green grass just beside them. ]

    Come on, you sit down too. [ he's even going to pat the ground next to him, looking up at wolfwood expectantly. ]
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    [personal profile] kros 2023-03-13 10:09 am (UTC)(link)
    [ he doesn't need to answer, not even acknowledging it is enough for wolfwood to know he hit the nail right on top of the head. of course, he hasn't, if everything they were told was true then... jesus christ, if he thought vash was bad enough before. with the sandwich delivered he stuffs his hand back into his pants pocket, brow furrowed in an almost permanent scowl that somehow keeps just getting deeper and deeper with each passing moment.

    he doesn't want to acknowledge the comment, doesn't want to openly admit he honestly didn't think he'd ever see vash again - at least not alive. there was no telling what was going to happen to him after he left wolfwood in that hallway after he had washed his hands of that job and watched that red coat disappear through those doors. he doesn't want to acknowledge how truly glad he feels seeing him here now, alive, breathing, though maybe a little sickly from days of denying himself even the simplest of pleasures.

    so wolfwood doesn't acknowledge it, he only stares at the grass, stares at vash. a moment passes and he exhales heavily, plopping down on the grass beside him. ]


    Eat it, or I'm shoving it down your throat myself.