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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
    dawnlord: (pic#16049728)

    [personal profile] dawnlord 2023-03-15 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
    Is that your wish, Vash?

    [ Neither confirming, nor denying it. A scientist to his core, Bondrewd instead chooses to interrogate the question itself, to surmise the reach of Vash's heart and pain. He folds his hands together before him, palm to palm, still and impressively calm despite having lost everything. A daughter, he had said. His existing research was not lost, as it lived within his mind, but the phenomenon upon which he enacted his exploration was gone, and thus his research was rendered useless.

    Pitiable, but not the end of the world. ( Hah. ) ]


    I do not mind, that my world is gone. It was a world built upon the ruins of many other worlds, and now there is a way for me to build upon the foundations that came before, once more. We have all seen the new dawn that has broken for us, and I am content to stand in its light. From what I have head, Meridian believes there is hope that all could return to their world with the power of their 'Oracles'.

    [ He mentions it gently, curiously. ]

    Or, you may find a way forward. Your memories cause you grief, but that grief can be used to build anew.
    dawnlord: (pic#16049689)

    [personal profile] dawnlord 2023-03-15 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Is it not the most interesting of armor? Segmented, sturdy. The corners are clearly battered by age and collision, the helm and tail lit from within by violet light; Bondrewd moves organically, methodical and precise as he steps once to the left, as if to grant himself a better view of John's advancement. To better examine him, angular and infinitely curious. ]

    A nest, if I must be honest.

    [ Actually, it doesn't sound like he's worried about being honest at all. Information is important, but the imparting of it is just as useful in piquing interest. ]

    I have been observing it for some time, and no beast goes in, nor out. Yet, it is freshly-kept and I am able to see the very tops of some large eggs. I would like to be able to reach the nest, and bring the eggs down to see if they are viable. If they are, perhaps they may be saved. If not, well. There is always use in things, dead or alive.

    [ He nods his head towards the great bone wall that has been built, a charmingly cheeky way of approving of the other man's methods. ]
    subsist: (pic#15626247)

    [personal profile] subsist 2023-03-15 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
    Kathova? He's essentially Lady Yima's righthand-man— he oversees many affairs of Highstorm, and he looks after the new Shard-bearers who align with Zenith. He's very knowledgeable about many things so I'm certain he'll be able to explain how these pools work, or at the very least, point you towards someone who can.

    [ He isn't looking at the pools anymore either. Best to avoid seeing bad memories, especially with someone else around... ]

    Of course, if you're leaning more towards Meridian, there's someone like Kathova with them too, but I doubt he'll turn anyone away if they have genuine questions.
    bakedapple: (fanart // sunset)

    [personal profile] bakedapple 2023-03-15 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Link listens, quiet but attentive. The young-looking man has a somewhat aloof demeanor, but he is clearly engaged in hearing that she has to say. The talk of tightening belts and future suffering strikes him as interesting — the potential meaning behind it, the implications. For all of Springstar's splendor, is it on rocky ground? ]

    Yes, I suppose "unusual" is one way I would describe it. To me, it's unusual.

    [ Link gestures to the seat across from him, inviting her to sit. He also nudges his plate towards the center of the table, wordlessly offering her to share in the pile. ]

    When you say that we won't be the ones to suffer... you are talking about the other side?
    mensrea: (pic#13835296)

    [personal profile] mensrea 2023-03-15 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Perhaps it is fate. But whatever it may be called, Sasuke’s arrival on the scene is nothing if not timely. Stiles doesn’t notice. His vision is tunneling in a fury-fueled haze, mind carefully wiped clean of any real thought beyond no more. And so, as the attacking man winds up for yet another heavy-hitting strike, his would-be victim bares reddened teeth in a snarl and begins to retract a hand from that out-of-view pocket—

    Stiles sways, disoriented. The man abruptly… Actually, the teen has no idea what just happened. His initial assumption is that the thug was yanked away from him. However, there’s no one visibly present behind the man. Breath held, a knot of pressure in his throat, Stiles starts to search the area with wild confusion. It only takes a second to spot the newcomer, far enough away that his physical interference should have been logistically impossible. Should have been being the key distinction here. It’s worth repeating: Stiles doesn’t believe in coincidences anymore.

    The man speaks. But much like Sasuke, Stiles’ wide eyes remain fixed on the other teen. Now that the moment of immediate danger has seemingly passed, the spiteful cocktail of adrenaline that had spiked hot through his veins dwindles. Stiles feels inexplicably as if he were caught in the crossfire of floodlights, pinned where he stands by the brutal weight of his own crimes. Or, in this case, near crime. With a flinch, he rips his hand free of the pocket—fingers grasping only air yet still recalling the shape that had pressed comfortingly against them. In the wake of the assault, of his rage and hate, of his violent intentions, Stiles suffers an intense surge of panic. What the fuck was I thinking?

    He tears his guilty gaze away from Sasuke—the boy he followed into the Below, he recognizes dully. The detail should be important, but feels somehow insignificant.]


    That’s right. [Stiles is distantly aware that he’s answering his assailant, voice steady even as his hands shake. A metallic tang lingers on his tongue; his nose is bleeding.] You wanna deal with the consequences? Be my guest, pal.

    [Honestly, it’s a pathetic excuse for a bluff. Fortunately, Stiles has been expertly bullshitting his way through life since he was a child. There’s a reason his mother nicknamed him “Mischief.” The bluff, regardless of how baseless it might actually be, is delivered with a cold confidence—enough to convince the man that pursuing a battle against the two would be a poor decision. Spitting, the thug skulks down the alley in the opposite direction of Sasuke. Eventually, he disappears from sight.

    Stiles glances briefly at the other teen, but finds himself unable to hold that piercing stare. As much as he would love indulging in a private moment to exorcise an oncoming panic attack, the brunet doesn’t have any faith that his supposed savior might allow the vulnerability; for all he knows, the guy only interrupted the fight with ulterior motives. The Californian teen shakes out his hand—the one that had grasped the switchblade—and, after a terse silence, forces himself to break the standoff.]


    What happens now?
    oomfies: 𝑜𝑜𝓂𝒻𝒾𝑒𝓈 (💚 consumerism.)

    [personal profile] oomfies 2023-03-15 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ That noise makes her stop her dirt digging to really, genuinely, try and hold back a laugh — it is so very nice to meet someone else who isn't from the past, or from the future, or maybe (maybe?) from another universe. It's especially nice that he knows what she's talking about. The part that makes it all so funny is she's met people exactly like him before, people who probably prefer landlines and think payphones are still around and not going extinct.

    He says facetime and texting are very different and she gives a teensy shrug of her shoulders, about to elaborate that they are preeetty much the same exact thing until he adds that last tidbit. The person being dug out is now privy to the, silly, dumbstruck expression on Lottie's face, the one Marc might have trouble catching in all its glory from his standing position.

    But he sure can hear the mumbled: ]


    ..Oh, my god — he's right.

    [ It's been so long since she'd had the luxury of leaving people on the backburner for days, maybe weeks, at a time for one reply back that she.. Forgot?? About the option with modern technology that she could just ignore things??? And here she is, being subjected to stupid mental group chats for hours on end thinking it was the way things were???? ]
    cutlery: please do not take! (you don't mean hurt.)

    [personal profile] cutlery 2023-03-15 09:22 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Sebastian’s firm grip loosens as the creature struggles and dies since it’s simply not necessary to exert himself so at a certain point. It’s a simple, impassive act for him, and he treats this killing with no regard. His assistance had been asked for (essentially), so he had provided it, if only for his own curiosity. His unspoken question therefore gets its answer as Bondrewd moves to cradle the creature. It’s something Sebastian acquiesces to easily, even assists in guiding the creature down with strength that doesn’t fit his more lithe frame.

    Clearly, this person wasn’t a demon. He feels sure of that as he watches Bondrewd soothingly tend to it. It’s good to know and it relaxes him a bit, for dealing with his own kind is something troublesome. Though it also makes this man much more curious. ]


    You are welcome, of course. It was no trouble.

    [ He answers the thanks politely, though it’s accompanied by sharp flicks of his wrist to dislodge as much blood and gore from his hand and arm as possible. It also stays in its real form, though the point where it shifts from the pitch-black carapace back to something more human is hidden under the sleeves of his jacket. ]

    Things here at least perish as you would expect, I shall say. There are occasionally oddities of anatomy that require some care or may be placed in odd locations, shall we say… But indeed, I would say all creatures die. It is just more difficult for some than for others.

    [ A matter he had further thoughts on, naturally… But he keeps those to himself for now. Though he has a first impression that it may not be unwelcome, they might as well ease into such morbid conversation topics. It’s impolite, he thinks to himself with a little amusement as he draws a handkerchief from his coat to neatly clean his hands. There’s plenty he wants to ask, as he’s already deeply curious about this odd individual, but he settles on the one he had brought up himself. ]

    Ah, but if I may, what sort of research do you do? A zoologist or biologist, perhaps?
    fishfearme: (neutral 2)

    [personal profile] fishfearme 2023-03-15 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
    [A fellow 'eat with hands' lover...]

    These? Over here. Follow me.

    [Byleth pivoted on his heel and marched towards the nearest table laden with food. He cut through the crowd like an icebreaker, his brisk, no-nonsense stride and apathetic expression prompting people to dart out of his way to avoid being shoulder-checked. It made for easy walking following in his wake.]

    Here. [They arrived at the table quickly, and he pointed at the nearest platter brimming with meaty offers with one of his, um, skewers.] These are what I've been eating. What is the meat? Unknown. What are the vegetables? Unknown. But it's delicious and hasn't poisoned me.

    [Yet.]
    mensrea: (pic#13835507)

    TY FRIEND

    [personal profile] mensrea 2023-03-15 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
    [This time, it’s his turn to blink (which he does, with both eyes). Stiles assumes that, by claiming not to know what’s meant by “underaged,” the man must be covering his ass in a “What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas”-esque manner. Later, once the teen learns more about the differentiated worlds that people arrived in Kenos from, it will occur to him that maybe Silco was genuinely baffled by the concept. For now, the native Californian puts the matter aside and directs his attention to what else the drug den proprietor (another assumption) has to say.]

    Huh.

    [Stiles shoots the hookah a long, thoughtful look. God, it’s tempting to test the guy by grabbing the hose and taking a deep inhalation—just to see what happens next. Except, as fond as he is of flying by the seat of his pants, Stiles knows better than to try his luck in a hostile environment like this. Kowloon is a dumpster on fire, careening down a San Francisco hill at Mach speed while everybody pretends not to notice. Oh, and the dumpster is about to bowl over a superfluity of holy nuns as they innocently cross the street. Fun to watch? Hell yeah. But getting actively involved? Definitely not a good idea.

    Not that that’s ever stopped him before.]


    I mean, there are rules everywhere, [he counters after a moment, tone deliberately light so as to not seem like he’s trying to start a heated argument,] whether they’re officially written down in a court of law and observed by the general public or not. Even chaos can be organized. Otherwise, a city like this would eventually collapse on itself, right?

    [The teen scrutinizes Silco in the wake of his question, head cocked ever so slightly to the side. He’s genuinely curious how Draumahol’s owner will respond, while simultaneously not expecting much. Most adults in positions of relative power wouldn’t bother humoring someone like Stiles, after all.]
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    [personal profile] mensrea 2023-03-16 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
    [“This is the second world I’ve been brought to…”

    And just like that, his countenance shifts—pained humiliation giving way rapidly to rapt curiosity. Stiles draws closer almost in spite of himself, warmed whiskey-brown eyes now studying Liem with a vivid interest that might be offensive in how blatantly it was absent beforehand. An alarmingly accurate and almost preternatural intuition, despite his human nature, insists that there’s something off about the man. Equipped with nothing but these instincts, the teen maintains his open scrutiny. However, Stiles doesn’t manage to put his finger on what’s bothering him. Yet. Mouth flat with frustration, he picks up the conversation again.]


    How about everything? [A hint of dry humor punctuates his response.] I wanna ask you more about, uh…y’know, the fact this isn’t your first rodeo. Let’s circle back to that, though.

    [He pauses, once again staring. The sunglasses? They’re not technically suspicious—especially not on an island boasting two suns. Still, Stiles squints at them closely, trying to abuse the few inches of height he has on Liem to see behind them. Tone somewhat distracted, he continues.]

    How about we start with the whole “perched on the edge of existence” business. [Maybe it’s the freakishly stark pallor that’s tripping the alarms in his head. Is the guy sick? Possibly. The idea fails to satisfy the itch crawling over his skin.] All I’ve heard is that we’re—

    [Stiles falters, gaze suddenly dropping to their feet. Finally, it occurs to him what’s wrong. When he looks back up at Liem, his expression is alive with a sharp, morbid fascination.

    Quietly:]
    You don’t cast a shadow.
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    [personal profile] helloween 2023-03-16 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
    Funny? Why funny?

    [ Dark’s eyebrows lift higher when he follows after her. His cloak swings behind him after catching a soft breeze that passes through the courtyard. ]

    You think I’m not or something?

    [ Even if Veyle says no, she would be lying because clearly Dark is the peak of masculine beauty and all. ]
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    [personal profile] dawnlord 2023-03-16 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
    Oh? You have knowledge, then. I would further appreciate it, were you willing to share. My interests are vast and varied, and I have yet found reason to hone my attentions upon a precise subject. This world of Kenos is beautiful and new, and I find all of it very promising.

    [ How unfortunate, to not have the thrumming minds of his Umbra Hands to lend themselves to the harvesting of the monster that had been felled. Many hands made light work, and the work was always completed per his precise desires. It left him able to direct and float, to dally in other matters while entrusting that progress would be made. Now, he is as alone as he was when he first began to dive into the Abyss, forced to triage his interests for the moment. The future would change, inevitably, pressed and guided into his favor — it always had been.

    As the monster continues to slip into unconsciousness, its body trembling as its breathing picks up — urgently trying to circulate oxygen in blood that has escaped the most vital systems, he tucks its head onto the ground and rises from the position he had taken at its head. It will not go anywhere, but the precision of his strange, new companion begs a closer look. Investigation, as well. In silence, he turns his head so very subtly to the appearance of Sebastian's hand.

    Comparatively, it does not resemble the other. This is curious to him, enough so to draw his attention in for the moment. ]


    A scientist. Of 'what', precisely, requires an explanation of the world I came from.

    [ The monster on the ground will keep. Conversation is always a priority, to him. ]

    The world at large was inconsequential to me. What mattered was a geographic phenomena called 'the Abyss'. It took the form of a colossal pit with a known depth of 20,000 meters; the allure of it was inescapable, for within it one would find foreign ecosystems, remnants of ancient civilizations, powerful artifacts and treasures beyond imagination. I made my home in the fifth layer of the Abyss, the Sea of Corpses, where I studied all that I could set my gaze upon. All things are novel to me, and deserving of exploration — all things to guide humanity forward, unto the approaching dawn.

    [ He gestures, light with his hands. Something about his motions is tightly controlled, lacking theatricality. Efficient, to an obsessive degree, unlike the swift fluidity he had displayed when threading through the monster's limbs. ]

    The last topic I was examine was the Curse, a series of symptoms affecting the human body when ascending while inside the Abyss. The deeper one goes, the worst the affects are. So, in a sense, as the Abyss is gone — you may now think of me a scientist of opportunity, and call me Bondrewd.
    subsist: (pic#15626283)

    [personal profile] subsist 2023-03-16 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
    [ It doesn't help that Kaeya has been here for far too long, but that's a story for another day. If he ever feels like sharing the why's, anyway— highly unlikely given the way he is, but who knows? The Traveler has always been really good at reading between the lines.

    He laughs at the compliment, and it's genuine enough. ]


    Am I ever glad they won't hear that. I'd hate to make them jealous, but there aren't a whole lot of souls who can compete with me, it's true. [ He means that as a joke.

    Anyway. ]
    I trust you're doing well? Despite the circumstances.
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    [personal profile] lockedon 2023-03-16 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
    [ so sorry diluc but there's weirder shit to come, probably

    But also, that question is Complicated, as are so many things around these parts. Eustace lets out a small sigh, cocking his head to one side as he tries to lay out how best to describe things without overcomplication. ]


    It depends. [ Real useful start we got here. ] So long as it's in your body, it's nigh indestructible. [ Good news?? ] There won't be much reason for you to take it out, so that shouldn't be the issue.

    [ What's the issue then? Well..... ]

    The trouble is when you die. Instead of dying for good, your body disappears and reforms later. Without anything to protect it, your Shard becomes vulnerable, easily crushed or broken.

    [ TL;DR, don't die and you'll be just fine! Too bad that's easier said than done. He glances back at Diluc, expression serious. ]

    You can see where the problem might lie if you're fighting someone who wants to see you dead.
    redsoil: (pic#16220693)

    the coliseum goes: YIPPEE!

    [personal profile] redsoil 2023-03-16 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Taking her in the air is a gamble, and one that does not pay off entirely in his favor. All the better, he thinks, that she knows how to make an entrance — it speaks to her skill, as her attitude speaks to her pleasure. There were few in Kenos who could reasonably keep up with him, and none who took abject joy in throwing themselves face-first into violence. Certainly, they accepted the need for war and bloodshed, but it would never be their first choice. Upon the current page of Kenos's collective history, it was diplomacy first. It would not be forever.

    There is freedom, he finds, in violence for violence's sake. Her knee finds purchase against his opposite shoulder, diving rough and sharp into the sharp jut of his collarbone even as he snags at her ankle to deliver her to the earth below. Unlike her, he is diminished. A demigod with but a small measure of connection to his divinity once more, and it means that his collarbone does not snap — but it does give, a nauseating blast of pain that rips up the side of his throat and into his temple.

    Touching down on the ground is not at all graceful for him, landing flat-footed and strong-thighed, but needing the moment to recover his breath. Briefly, he touches his fingers to the center of the bone, probing cautiously to determine how damaged he is and how he will have to compensate. ]
    Quetzalcoatl.

    [ Her name is delightfully foreign, something he's never heard before ( much like any of the names of the other Shard-bearers ) and is immediately interested in. The ground below her feet crunches with the force of her lunge, and he's immediately interested in meeting her before she reaches the apex of her gap-closer. His collar will just have to survive their momentum, as he weaves his own fists into her space and works to evade her blows in turn.

    With her, he doesn't feel the need to keep his feet planted on the ground, and reaches hard for the sand littering the floor of the Coliseum, seizing at it as he might the desert itself. Just to give them a little something fun to toy with: him, the momentum of a quickstep sideways, and her, a little burst of speed to push her off balance. ]


    — did you just arrive? [ Even if they are in the middle of beating one another up, he asks. Curious and breathless with anticipation. Win or lose, he doesn't care. Just make it a spectacle for him, Quetzalcoatl, make it fantastic ] You must have! I have not seen you around, although — I have been a little busy as of late. Silly duties, you know?
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    [personal profile] fellspirit 2023-03-16 02:17 am (UTC)(link)
    No, I'm not trying to be insulting, I promise. I just think it's a bit silly to bring it up so often.

    [The breeze tousles at her long hair as she walks, turning to look up at him. A Fell Dragon would boast about being strong, powerful. So maybe he's doing it to boast, too...?]

    Is it because you're proud of it? Or something else?
    cutlery: please do not take! (I just found a new hobby.)

    [personal profile] cutlery 2023-03-16 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
    Well, I am certainly working on becoming learned, I shall say. I have been here but a few months, so not all of Kenos’s mysteries are known to me, but. I do try to be helpful where I can.

    [ He gives a little inclination of his head to the creature as a joke mostly to himself. Information is more along the usual lines of what he provides. People come to Kenos with questions, and so if he can answer them and be helpful, it cultivates a more positive reputation. It’s an important currency for his needs, no matter how far down the line he believes he may need to use it.

    He doesn’t miss the eyes on his hand, and he considers having it simply return to its human appearance as a flourish to draw further question, but it’s quickly forgotten. He gives a little nod as Bondrewd calls himself a scientist, but the further explanation is far, far beyond what he expects. Sebastian has heard of many worlds here in Kenos at this point, chatting with people who lived among the stars or in places where magic was even more commonplace than here. But this story—It’s both fantastic and familiar.

    He breathes out a soft laugh that’s lightly incredulous, but there’s a simple, delighted surprise in the notes of it. ]


    My, my. With a tale like that, here I was briefly worried that I should perhaps be meeting Master Alighieri himself.

    [ A demon’s joke, and one he doesn’t explain since it’s not really necessary. He’s sure he’ll explain it further if the reference is missed. Inferno may be more a work of (delightful) pettiness than truth, but its influence had been felt all the way down in the Hell it inaccurately described. Of course demons found it delightful, and so they had reshaped the realm in part to match. The creativity of humanity was truly the best at such things, after all.

    …It also makes him sure that this person was mortal. There’s another thrill in this story too, something more visceral that he can piece together. There’s desire. Ambition. It doesn’t matter what form it takes for Bondrewd in particular, but any person that would seek out such things, seek out a curse

    He believes the next time he speaks to Lady Yima, he’ll have to compliment her on either her good luck or her good taste. ]


    Well, it is a pleasure, Mr. Bondrewd. I am Sebastian Michaelis. [ He pulls the handkerchief away now that he finds his dark hand properly cleaned, but as he does so, his hand has return to its previous quality with no further flourish than the quickness of it. Perfectly human, if gloved in leather and still spotted with some viscera. ] And do forgive me for laughing. It was not at your expense! I was merely very surprised to hear something familiar, in a way. It is... rather complicated, I shall put it simply, but my home was a place that bears some resemblance to your Abyss by the sounds of it. Though I can say it is but one of the many sorts of delightful coincidences you will stumble upon here in Kenos.
    settingup: (from down the block)

    [personal profile] settingup 2023-03-16 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
    [ That last comment gets a curious look from Atsumu. Sure there's probably a deeper explanation to how this all works, a precise way that this pool was made in order to make it reflect these memories back at people, but it's easier for him to think of it in really simple terms. ]

    Yeah, magic, like I said.

    [ An easy way to hand wave away any deeper considerations about the how and why of things like this. ]
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    [personal profile] breq 2023-03-16 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
    Beyond that, there's a way in which it interacts with us. Or perhaps it induces something to us - through implants, perhaps. It cannot be as simple as saying "magic".

    [ For some people it could be. Breq was not one of those people. She decides to switch her tack. ]

    Have you been here long?
    settingup: (i won't give up)

    What was that? Fall for the taunting?

    [personal profile] settingup 2023-03-16 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
    [ There are some people here that are above this kind of thing. Hell, most people here are above this kind of thing, but most of them are grown adults. Sure, they might largely be a little unhinged, and saying they have good heads on their shoulders is kind of pushing it, but they do at least have some modicum of common sense.

    But Atsumu is a dumb and easily riled teenager, and he's taking that bait.

    He lashes out with his own fork, trying to spear some of the meat still on Dark's plate.
    ]

    How 'bout I make it your problem instead?

    [ Beyond idiotic. Both of them. ]
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    [personal profile] fireballer 2023-03-16 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
    [diluc crosses his arms, closed off and wary. with how the traveler seems to be fond of this guy, childe's words seem sincere. but he'd just seen this man go from 0 to 100 in terms of expression, so. who knows what he's thinking. nothing good surely, in diluc's opinion. his wounds and prejudices are bone-deep, and in his eyes, the fatui represent the very darkness diluc wishes to burn away.

    he'll likely go meridian, as it's the faction more closely aligned with his goal of bringing mondstadt back. but he's not about to tell childe that, at least not yet. childe will find out in due time.

    oh god what if they ended up on the same side and diluc had to cooperate with this guy? heaven forbid.]


    Whatever I decide, just stay out of my way. Though I'm sure the Traveler can make you heel if needed, regardless of faction.
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    [personal profile] goldendeceiver 2023-03-16 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
    [ He shouldn't be too surprised by the sight of someone else from Terra at this point. Despite spending a long time alone on another planet, here in this land Mr. Flamebringer had shown up just a couple of months back. It seemed like despite the supposed death of their planet, more than one soul was still floating around in that void waiting for their chance to blink back into the land of the living.

    It's deeply relieving in a way that's both hard to articulate, and far too open and honest for a guy like Ernesto to ever voice out loud anyway.

    There's something bemused fading to amusement in his own smile as he takes in how well she seems to be reacting to all of this.
    ]

    I can't say it's every day I see another member of Rhodes Island around here.

    [ He tucks hands into his pocket, affecting a more casual air about him as he gives her a considering look. ]

    How long has it been since you arrived?
    settingup: (i ain't concerned)

    [personal profile] settingup 2023-03-16 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
    [ "Implants"? That sounds more scifi-y to Atsumu than anything. His brows are definitely going up at that one. Maybe the spaceman he knows would have a better response to that comment, but Atsumu's tech knowledge begins and ends at knowing how to use a computer, phone and tablet. ]

    Uh... Guess a couple of months by how time works here.

    [ Which means double that amount of time by his standards. He's still struggling to work his head around a new system. ]

    Long enough to know that's definitely magic.
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    [personal profile] bakedapple 2023-03-16 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Still huffing to catch his breath, Link does not notice immediately that the focus of her eyes appears to be a bit... off. Instead, he continues to wriggle himself out of the loose soil. After another moment, he is finally completely free from head to toe, and he heaves a great sigh of relief before glancing around their immediate surroundings. ]

    Others? There are more buried people here? [ He looks to her, and for the first time, senses that something is a bit off. ] Were you buried too?
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    [personal profile] bakedapple 2023-03-16 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Eat... like him? The significance of whether they... eat... similarly is a bit lost on him. Although Link probably also has no idea just how vigorously he's going to town on this ear of corn, either. As he chews a mouthful of kernels, he gazes at Dark, and speaks after another too-long pause. ]

    I'm not little.

    [ he definitely is though. he's definitely "little." ]

    So what if I eat like you?
    Edited 2023-03-16 03:08 (UTC)