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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
    vapour: (pic#16293884)

    (not here) hello, hello, welcome. <3

    [personal profile] vapour 2023-03-13 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ you've just earned a crazy stalker who's totally watching you two from somewhere far enough away to not be noticed as really obvious but close enough to hear this convo. he's not jealous or anything (?!), but like hell you can take Mr. Zhongli to the... brothels!?! ]
    cutlery: (it wants to devour his flesh)

    [personal profile] cutlery 2023-03-13 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ This is an interaction that’s disingenuous at its heart, but Sebastian’s acting is skillful. There are truths that he’ll share (because they can’t be hidden, really), but he still conveys a lie to start. His expression falls at she mentions survival, then grows more serious as she continues. There’s a purposefully given pause that’s just long enough for her to come to the answer herself. It works better when humans make it to a conclusion on their own rather than him spell it out. ]

    …Gone, I am afraid.

    [ The tears are already here, so more insistently, he slips the pocketsquare into her hand. She’s only a tiny bit older than Ciel had been when they met, and his impression was that she wasn’t quite as resolute as his former master. So, he expects she’ll need it. ]

    I am sorry, Master Sullivan.
    vapour: (pic#15962349)

    highstorm.

    [personal profile] vapour 2023-03-13 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Guess who's looking down at her and that smile with a rather surprised expression. He's dressed in his Snezhnayan Harbinger white coat, and he currently doesn't have his Fatui mask because he actually uses it both for his delusion and to conceal his identity when on missions, so when Highstorm openly invites those that are not harmonized he leaves it home.

    Although he came over because he saw blonde hair, he was not expecting the face that had made him think to approach in the first place to actually belong to this specific individual.
    ]

    ...Aibou?
    subsist: (pic#15937107)

    the way your characters are crying when we thread,

    [personal profile] subsist 2023-03-13 06:29 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ The look on Kaeya's face softens. When she points out her crutch that's about two feet away, he does go and grab it for her, but instead of handing it over, he crouches down until he's at her level. He can only offer her a small smile while he slowly, carefully, brushes her tears away with his fingers. ]

    I've got it. [ The crutch, he means. ] Were you wanting to go somewhere? I can take you there, if you'd like.

    [ If she tells him she wants to go home, then...

    He'll find a way answer that if it comes up. ]
    dawnlord: (Default)

    03 | oh no,,

    [personal profile] dawnlord 2023-03-13 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ The moment he is summoned is the moment in which he politely completes conversation with the NPC he's chatting about the architecture of Highstorm with, in order to address the young lady who verbally beckons him in. She is slight and small, and reminds him very much of the young children of the Abyss, undernourished and malformed in some way or another. Her feet are so small, more akin to the delicate en pointe limbs of a turbinid-dragon — but, aah. It would be too bold to begin without manners. ]

    Why, of course! Although, I have spoken at length in regards to a number of topics this evening, the last one I discussed was... hm.

    [ He towers. There is no way around it, broad-bodied due to the heavy material of clothing and the sleek, battered armor pieces he wears upon his form. He looks prepared to delve into the mines, rather than exist at a party. Except, oh! There is a dark cravat around his neck, and just below it, the bone-white presence of another item — one resembling skeletal, praying hands clutched to one another. And though he towers, it is but briefly, for he soon takes a knee before the seated girl. ]

    Aah, yes. I was discussing the nature of Discord and Harmony in Kenos. Is it not a most interesting effect to befall only Shard-bearers?
    prizeneck: (74)

    ohohohoh - springstar

    [personal profile] prizeneck 2023-03-13 06:35 pm (UTC)(link)
    Were you. [Said hand is quite large, quite scarred, and… surprisingly smooth. As though all calluses have been sanded off with that much use.

    The owner of said hand grouses in a deadpan—disbelieving how much this (new?) person is spacing out. He knows a bullshitter when he sees one.

    Not because he actually sees them, but because he's a bullshitter, too.
    ] Advise against it. You'll choke on your food if you keep at it.
    unalign: (Default)

    [personal profile] unalign 2023-03-13 06:40 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ it takes her a full minute to gather her wits and realize who she's suddenly faced with.

    lumine would like to think it's because of aether, his face lingering in her mind like a nagging thought that wouldn't go away. otherwise, she might have been a little more alert, a bit more observant of her surroundings. but is it really surprising that anyone from teyvat is here, considering ...

    at the very least, the smile she wears gets sanded down at the corners, faded and soft like a worn-out photo. she supposes that this is better than nothing, than no one.
    ]

    Hello, Childe. [ inazuma's chinju forest ripples on the surface of the pool, fireflies dotting its dimly-lit surroundings. ] Surprised to see me?
    subsist: (pic#15624552)

    highstorm.

    [personal profile] subsist 2023-03-13 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Her bright smile is met by an equally cheery, albeit a bit frosty, grin from none other than Kaeya Alberich. What she ends up saying makes him laugh, but it doesn't really surprise him. More often than not, these pools tend to trap someone's attention for much longer than necessary — if they weren't careful.

    It's why he tried to draw her away from it by calling out to her. ]


    I was trying to say hello, but perhaps whatever it is you saw in there is more interesting than me. [ Heh. ] Fancy seeing you here, Honourary Knight.

    [ (He truly is happy to see her, but a part of him can't help but wish Rosaria is here to see this too.) ]
    dawnlord: (pic#16049730)

    [personal profile] dawnlord 2023-03-13 06:45 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ He drags Wolfwood up like one might pull a turnip from the soil, setting the man's arms down flat upon the ground surrounding him before he turns to digging into the space around his chest, methodically loosening the dirt so that Wolfwood can breathe easier, without being compressed by his own grave. Even though the man is ungrateful and impatient, Bondrewd continues to shovel dirt aside with infinite patience, even pausing at times to examine the depth and sides of the hole — as if to ensure he will not risk harming Wolfwood further.

    Eventually, he's loosened the edges and tossed aside enough dirt that he can rise to his feet, climbing higher. Oh. Higher. Oh. He's tall, broad and dark and overbearingly intense as he blots out the sky and extends his hands down to Wolfwood once more. Around his throat, there is something bone-white, resembling a pair of skeletal, clawed hands clasped in prayer; it does not dangle loose, but leans horrifically into view. ]


    You were buried deep. My own rebirth was not as difficult as yours. Find purchase with your feet, draw your knees up, and press upward. You are almost free, young man.
    unalign: (Default)

    jaaaaaaack ❤️

    [personal profile] unalign 2023-03-13 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ great, they can bullshit each other!

    but she's quick to let go of his hand, letting out a sheepish laugh. not that his warning deters her from grabbing one of the skewered meats from the table, just her gaze flickers towards one of the meri she was listening on to, following them before shifting back to the table in front of them.

    aww, they're moving away now ...
    ]

    Ah, I've had practice zoning out while eating, so I should be fine.

    [ she does listen to paimon gripe and babble during mealtimes, and there are some conversations that are better off drowned out with polite nods and quiet chewing. which is 75% of her conversations with her now-missing fairy. ]

    But thanks for the advice. I'll keep that in mind when I eat.
    vapour: (pic#15074565)

    iii + wildcard...ish.

    [personal profile] vapour 2023-03-13 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Childe notices that bright hair most likely before Diluc can recognize him, if at all. He knows Diluc from Fatui intel and from Kaeya. Even if he'd rather forget about it, he did make a promise to himself to always look for this person for Kaeya's sake. Not that he ever expected to see him in Alenroux of all places. Surely Kaeya must know already, because Diluc's shard should have disappeared. Still, seeing him here without Kaeya has him wondering if they hit it off or if things went awry. If things went wrong, well ... would the head of the Ragnvindr family actively choose the opposing side? Or would he go regardless? Guess it's something he needs to find out as an agent of Zenith and hopefully prevent, if he can. Both Kaeya and Zhongli will have trouble with that if so.

    So Diluc may at several points feel like he's being watched but have no luck identifying the source. However, after he speaks with a native or other shard-bearer, as he heads to move from that area, Childe will end up in his path. Lackluster blue eyes are sharp as they assess Diluc and if he's harmonized or not (he's a hell of a lot not if a threat if he has, obviously) but the lack of a vision on his person tells enough. His expression had been initially unreadable but he opens it with a cheerful and friendly smile, the kind the eleventh Harbinger has become very well known for and surely if Diluc didn't know about it before, the Traveler ratted Childe out to the man at some point to fix that. Not to mention, he's not she if Kaeya would warn Diluc of Fatui being present.

    Either way, he's friendly, but not stupid. He clearly keeps his distance (because, honestly, even if Childe will always be a loyalist to her Majesty that doesn't mean he had to agree with how Dottore operates.
    ]

    Master Diluc Ragnvindr, I take it? Fancy seeing you here. Enjoying the sights?
    dawnlord: (pic#16049745)

    [personal profile] dawnlord 2023-03-13 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ With great dignity, Bondrewd gestures with both hands. The gentle flap of them a soothing enough gesture, akin to someone who seeks to bring down the energy level of a flock of noisy children, or attend to a keening animal that mistrusts all who approach it. The quintessential handflap of there, there. ]

    So, I see. Wherever you went, while 'zoning out', did not seem a place that made you happy.

    [ As he draws Vash to his feet, it is with ease. The flex of whatever structure hides below the heavy cloth-and-armor ensemble that Bondrewd wears betrays someone with plentiful strength, and the slow articulation of his tail counterbalances against all of — well, the gangle of limbs that come with Vash's rising. He is at ease as he steps closer, swiping his palms across the shoulders of the red coat to knock loose a little extra dirt — leftovers from the grave the recent arrivals crawled from, and straighten the edges.

    And then,

    to swipe the back of his cool glove across the redness under the man's eye. It would be a bold gesture, were it not for the familiarity of it. Bondrewd is not at all 'fresh' in the motion, but practiced. Countless years bandaging injured knees and coddling crying children seems to have evolved into habit, more than anything else. ]


    The pools are said to mirror our memories, nothing more. Whatever you have seen, Vash, you are not alone in experiencing this. I have seen my share of memory, as well. My home, the people whom I have lost, even my daughter. A curious property of these waters, I wonder if it is a psychic field.

    [ For a guy who just said he's seen his own daughter, he's remarkably driven by the way the pools WORK and not, you know, heartbreak over the sight of someone who was likely dead and destroyed with his old world. ]

    I digress. There is naught better for tears than company. Have you found your way easily in this new world, Vash?
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    [personal profile] unalign 2023-03-13 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ the smile he offers her doesn't escape her notice, tacking a inward note about it at the back of her mind.

    still, lumine keeps her own smile pleasant as she nods, glad to see him despite their circumstances. if there's any reason behind kaeya's countenance upon seeing her, well ... it doesn't change what she thinks of him, especially considering what she's learned about this world so far and their purpose behind their existence on it.
    ]

    Captain.

    [ her gaze briefly averts from him to the pool next to her, letting out a quiet laugh at his comment. ]

    I'd have to admit the person in the pool was distractingly cute, [ enough that she'd willingly be dragged into its depths if it meant seeing him again in person. ] though maybe not as dashing as you.
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    I'm so glad she's already determined Childe is checking her out lmao

    [personal profile] vapour 2023-03-13 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Childe is not a good person. He's done terrible things and will continue to do so. Still, even though he claims to not understand human emotions, even if he sees himself only as a weapon to be made use of with no remorse, there are undeniably certain things about him that are perhaps far too human for his own good. His overprotectiveness of children, for example, cause him to immediately notice something not quiet right with the silhouette of her feet even in the evening lights of the party as she accepts the cake. He does not stare or show any hint of his awareness, however, instead immediately latching onto the persona she carries for her.

    He's not sure where she's from, but what her reality is or it isn't doesn't matter to him. He'll indulge her because he has... (had ...?) a sibling near her age, and he has always done the same for them.

    So, of course, this little queen deserves all the sweets in the universe.
    ]

    Thank you, my lady.

    As you may have heard, there is some type of phenomenon that plagued a place we visited recently that's known as the Blight. I personally don't want to call it a disease since it's certainly magical in nature, but it seems to have been brought back to the mainlands like one. Whatever it takes hold of begins to suffer from the effects of time and deteriorate accordingly. A friend of mine was able to find a plant that seemingly decreases the effects of it, but it isn't a cure and this isn't something that can be allowed to go forward without efforts to discover how we cure it.

    It only affects small animals and inanimate objects for now, but in the Scorching Isles... it didn't have such limitations.
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    [personal profile] vapour 2023-03-13 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ better than no one?? wow this meta text. ]

    Sure am, but not in a bad way. [ He's not sure what else to say to that, having not expected to be looking to have a Traveler to attempt and sway into Zenith ranks. Luckily, Kaeya and Zhongli are here (and maybe that Diluc guy will help, too, if he doesn't go to the opposite side since he recalls it bring mentioned he was also fond of the Traveler.)

    There's no sense making it awkward for either of them, though, so he starts to chat about the more useless stuff in their perdicment.
    ]

    The others will be happy to see you well! Are you not hungry or did you eat elsewhere, already?
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    belated closed starter for Sasuke

    [personal profile] mensrea 2023-03-13 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Curiosity always gets the best of him.

    A significant amount of time has passed since he first began to explore Kowloon. How long? Stiles can’t say, though his stomach is running on empty and his feet are dragging. Yet, despite a burgeoning sense of fatigue, the young man’s attention to detail remains perilously sharp; separated by hours, he notices not one, but two unique individuals exiting from a specific corridor—both wearing a small, golden pin on their breast. Once is an incident. Twice is still just a coincidence. Except Stiles is too jaded to believe in coincidences these days. When no one seems to be looking in his direction, he slips down the corridor.

    Said corridor eventually spills out into a new area of the Below—Ryad, to his unfortunate ignorance. While the last several years of his life have been steeped in violence and death, Stiles comes to regret his nosy exploration within minutes; the few people whom he spots out in the open radiate bloodlust. Anyone with decent judgment would surely have returned to the main district. Stiles doesn’t. Driven by an obsessive need to unravel the mystery those pins pose, he continues onward stubbornly. Really, the outcome writes itself.

    As he's hauled roughly off the street, a brief moment of bitter, dry amusement overrides the panic. Here we go again. In an adjacent and poorly lit alley, the teen manages to catch a quick glimpse of his assailant. Stiles expects wicked claws, elongated fangs, and bristling fur. Instead, he’s met with the physical appearance of what looks to be another mundane man. Somehow, that’s worse. But then again, hasn’t he always known the most monstrous souls are human?

    “Your heartbeat’s rising, Stiles,” taunts the memory of Theo’s voice. “It’s not because you’re afraid. The Nogitsune’s gone, but you’ve still got more blood on your hands than any of us.”

    In the present, Stiles tucks his chin against the sucker punch and, masking the movement by twisting his body to the side, slides one hand into an out-of-view pocket. Pain blooms—a burst of beautiful, kaleidoscope colors across his vision—but the initial wave of animal fear is steadily drowned by a strong current of rage. He knows why he was targeted. He knows why he’s being attacked. It’s the same reason every damn time. And god, Stiles is so tired of it.

    Of being powerless.

    Inside his pocket, he firmly grasps the nasty little switchblade—stolen earlier off a drowsing thug within the underground city.

    Stiles recalls his response to Theo that night. Repeats the words in his mind now like a promise. “I’m about to get more.”]
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    [personal profile] unalign 2023-03-13 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ well, he's not exactly at the very top of her excited-to-see list

    lumine glances over her shoulder, eyes flickering at the table some feet away where the food is all laid out. a moment later, she returns her attention to the pool, watching its surface ripple again. no images this time, probably because of childe's presence. she wonders if this is a way to sway her towards this side, coaxing her as the voice did.
    ]

    Mm, not really.

    [ it doesn't exactly answer his question, does it? but it serves its purpose as a verbal shrug as she considers all of this and waits for childe to say something else.

    when he doesn't, she turns her gaze towards him, her expression mildly expectant.
    ]

    Would you like to start your argument or should I wait a little longer?

    [ she knows what he's here for. might as well bite the bullet already, harbinger. ]
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    [personal profile] redsoil 2023-03-13 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ That he is surprised by her is an understatement.

    Not by her sudden burst of strength, nor the skilled motion of her assault — no, he is surprised by her enthusiasm. Even in the Coliseum, the fighters do not approach combat with the raw delight that he does; they are cagey and practical, theatrical for the crowd but never so naked in their delight. Most of Meridian disavows his violence, Zenith comprehends it and judges him for his allegiance; this woman, she throws herself into its embrace as readily as he does, her expression blindingly bright — oh.

    He bounces off the Coliseum floor, ricocheting from ground once he shifts his mind. There's no time to be in awe of her ( of the warmth that burns in his chest, hungry and yearning — ), when he must right himself. After bouncing from the dirt, he contorts to get his feet over his head, righting himself soon afterwards by digging his claws into the sandy ground. When he lifts his head, the wide-eyed awe that had slid over his face when she had kicked him is replaced with teeth bared in a vibrant smile of his own, his eyes aglow from within. Hair smoldering at the ends, sparking against the sand.

    ( Here we go again! shouts the announcer, whom now sounds like they might be having a terrible flashback to the day Set arrived. Who is this mysterious individual he's challenged, and how much carnage will they cause? A lot. Sorry buddy. ) ]


    Haah. [ On the exhale, he broadens his smile until all of his cutting teeth are on display to her; a siren's call for violence, for the freedom of it, even if that freedom is found within walls where such things are accepted. Were he given to the baseness of a beast, he might be salivating in his obvious excitement. An edged mantra falls from his mouth, a litany in a foreign language that is obviously half a greeting, half a battle cry: ]hy n.k ꜣw-ḥr!

    [ Waiting but a beat, in the hopes that she leaps down to meet him at the same moment he lunges forth, he aims to meet her in the air. To seize her ankle and snap her down like a whip into the ground below. Anyone else caught by such a move might become heavily injured, but he already feels the innate call — she can handle it. ( He can handle it. ) ]
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    [personal profile] vapour 2023-03-13 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ fair... he's not at the top of anyone's excited to see list...

    Childe hums thoughtfully.
    ]

    Well, for starters, everyone else from Teyvat is here in Highstorm, too. That's a nice incentive, right? Mr. Zhongli and Kaeya are here, and Sister Rosaria was here at one point, as well.

    Have you spoken with Lady Yima, yet? Although it looks like Teyvat is gone... She may be able to retrieve your brother's shard so he can be brought back once Zenith has enough power to do so.

    [ another pause before adding: ] Meridian also just started a war for territory that is meant to supply all of Kenos with food even though they have and have had access to it. Do you really wanna go down that path? Everyone who isn't a meridian loyalist, including those that aren't Zenith are not exactly feeling happy about this.
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    [personal profile] cutlery 2023-03-13 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ The very physical reaction makes Sebastian laugh a little, and it also helps soften his (very light) annoyance at needing to intervene. It’s very much like scolding someone for trying to sneak a snack before dinner, isn’t it? ]

    Oh, you are not trespassing or anything of the sort, I shall at least say. Let me assuage that worry at least, should you have it.

    [ His voice is friendly and kind, though not exactly warm. Even from a first impression, Sebastian’s temperament clearly runs on the cooler side. ]

    They are simply a bit dangerous, at least at length, though I confess that I do not know precisely why. At least so long as I have been here, I have not heard of any who linger to find out. However, they are a bit like a siren’s song, are they not? We all hear something a bit different, yet still, they beckon people closer to stay.

    [ And, with a further light laugh, he adds: ] Do pardon me for startling you, by the way. The flowers do tend to have a distracting effect as well, clearly.
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    [personal profile] vallt 2023-03-13 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
    [his first reaction is understandable; honestly, even if her feigned innocence had been perfect (which she knows it isn't), she'd wonder what would be wrong with anyone who wouldn't want to protect what's theirs first. understandable, and not worth her further time. she's just about to turn on her heel, when —

    the man does something she doesn't expect.

    she freezes, stunned, for the moment, by actual genuine shock. her eyes go between him, the plate, and back again a few more times before she finally finds her voice.]


    That's — [her own sentence cuts off with a frustrated sigh. she hadn't been looking for a gesture — or for a need to be in anyone's debt. she reaches out a hand, and, shaking her head instead of looking directly at the man, she shoves the offered plate back in his direction.] You can keep it.
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    [personal profile] vallt 2023-03-13 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
    [the answer she gets is simple — and even if she can't say she's a fan of the answer she ends up receiving, she can respect the simplicity of it. fair's fair, after all, and the less games anyone wants to play, the better. plus, when she turns for a double take, lets her eyes truly take in on who she's landed upon, noting the woman's height and what surely has to be her sheer physical power, jyn knows that if she were to pick a fight? it would be one she could not win.

    saw had taught her better than that, and she'd survived all those years after that because she'd taken the lesson to heart; the thought tastes a bit less bitter to her now, somehow.

    so, no, none of this is what gets to her.

    it's what comes next — words and tone, both, but mostly the words. harmonize; how many times has she heard that over the past few days? and the woman isn't even being subtle about it.

    her eyes narrow.]


    What are you, one of their representatives?
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    [personal profile] vallt 2023-03-13 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
    [in her experience, the soft have never made it that long, and neither have the kind. one way or another, they've all died in front of her, the soft, the kind, or both, but then again, she'd died, too. or — hadn't? that part's still confusing, and she doesn't want to put that much thought into it.

    her only option left, really, is to consider his stranger, the one laughing in front of her, telling her that she reminds him of someone. she understands him less than she understands her current situation.

    but what she understands least of all is why her mouth tugs into a flicker of a smile that lasts for half a second before it fades. why she can't give anything more than a halfhearted:]


    I'm — [not; the protest doesn't even have a chance to leave her mouth, with the way her teeth start to chatter again, much louder than before. even someone like her, an expert in denying almost anything that comes her way, knows she can't keep up the front much longer.

    the sigh that manages to escape through another round of chattering is meant to be frustrated, but doesn't manage to sound like much of anything at all. she hesitates for a moment, considering her options one last time before she comes to a decision.]


    Have you seen anything around that might fit me? I haven't yet.
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    [personal profile] vallt 2023-03-13 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
    [jyn doesn't smile at the gesture, exactly; there isn't anything to smile at, especially when she's still not sure why she's being spoken to in the first place. but she accepts the gesture with a nod, one that could be much more impolite than it is, and doesn't feel the need to say any more as she serves herself another heaping portion of stew. maybe, she thinks, he'll go away if she doesn't say anything else.

    turns out, no such luck. he's still talking.

    it takes every ounce of control she has not to visibly grit her teeth or roll her eyes. insteady —]


    Really? [a disinterested brow shoots up.] How lucky for us.

    [she doesn't sound like she could think of any of this as less lucky.]
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    [personal profile] vallt 2023-03-13 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
    [she doesn't look away — can't look away, because the lessons from long ago, that looking away is the same as backing down, and both are a coward's move, have stuck with her — but she can't quite suppress a visible flinch. it's not exactly hidden, either, that she swallows down a tightness in her throat, and appears, overall, unnerved.

    yima; the name only clicks now when he says it, when her eyes dart away for a brief moment to follow the gesture. she remembers the voice now, loud and clear — the one who'd whispered to her of freedom. a warm voice, words that sound too good to be true —

    because they are.

    her eyes flick back then, hard.]


    Doesn't seem like you're doing a very good job of it. [she does her best to sound disaffected now, but there's a degree of tightness to her voice that she can't quite shake.] Your pitch needs a lot more work before you can call it your best.