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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
    erbe: (238)

    [personal profile] erbe 2023-03-19 02:39 pm (UTC)(link)
    Sorry, I didn't have a stop watch to time my monster-assisted marathon.

    [She grabs at his clothes, and with a yank—] Water would be great.
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    [personal profile] erbe 2023-03-19 02:42 pm (UTC)(link)
    Unfortunately I spent too much time asking questions of the Meridians and tried to get to the Cornerstone too late. Funny how those things stop working at night to keep the monsters out! Who would have thought?

    [Just dripping with frustrated sarcasm. Tohsaka takes a deep breath before exhaling a sigh. Following that she smooths out her clothes.]

    Anyway, I would greatly appreciate it if I could continue to utilize your assistance. I'm unharmonized, so I suppose I bit off more than I could chew by missing curfew.
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    [personal profile] erbe 2023-03-19 02:47 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Slowly Rin sits up. Her eyes watery and tears at the corners and dotting her lashes. But her expression is sharp enough that she looks more ready to bite someone than she is to dissolve into pathetic sobs.]

    Ugh... yeah. You sound like you survived.

    [No surprise there if the other woman had enough energy to push her off and roar at the crowd. Tohsaka rubs at the bump forming at her forehead.]
    dawnlord: (pic#16049704)

    god do they ever stop talking

    [personal profile] dawnlord 2023-03-19 03:03 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ The methodical, entirely visual examination that he bestows upon Sebastian bears with it the faint spark of what it means to be a Stargazer, to gladly linger in a moment with no care or consideration towards what the past spoke of or the future might bring. There is a single-mindedness to his curiosity, a distinct purity in the precision, and the suggestion of more to come — after all, would he be an accomplished researcher were he only given to visual examinations of the surface? If so, he ought to have stayed above the Abyss for all his life, instead of making his home within the 5th Layer. ]

    I must say, it is pleasant meeting as articulate and welcoming a being such as yourself. While I do not doubt the unique dangers you present, it is a far cry from my usual anatomical research —

    [ At that, he glances over his shoulder towards the deceased monster on the ground and trails off, to allow Sebastian to complete the rest of the thought for himself. Unfortunate, that he could not capture and study it alive. Each and every Alenroux beast was unique, they formed their own invasive ecosystem and to be able to examine their nature while alive was as important as gross anatomical structure and further. ]

    And further enriched by the being themselves.

    [ He rubs his thumb and forefinger together again, pressing hard for a moment. Despite his mental wandering, he never mutters nor withholds thought, uttering a brief: Non-venomous, then, as if pricking himself on the ends of Sebastian's claws was rote investigation into whether he might be compromised by those claws, perhaps any secretions upon them. How charming! ]

    'Not restricted to form', by which you mean that you are amorphous in your most true sense of self? We are possessed of the word 'demon' in my world, though I do not know if its etymology would be the same. For example, we have a native species of actinopterygii referred to as 'demonfish'. I, myself, have even been referred to in statements as 'a demon', although we are not at all the same species. How curious. Should you be agreeable to it, I would hear more about you.

    [ A pause, and. ]

    Although, I would also enjoy studying you independent of your personal knowledge. We all are limited in our understanding of ourselves, always. And such things can always be rectified.
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    [personal profile] dawnlord 2023-03-19 03:17 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Indeed, John Gaius's eyes are one of the most striking elements about him. They have been noticed, catalogued and in the depths of Bondrewd's efficient mind, correlated to at least twenty different examinations he would want to undertake to better understand what, why, and how they are presented. Many humans who trawled through the deeper regions of the Abyss were irrevocably changed, some were born malformed, different, hollow in ways. ]

    It is indeed a trip into the field.

    [ Patiently, he waits for John to signal to the guards. Their expressions contort a little, but ultimately their orders must be to allow their Shard-bearers to do as they saw fit. The status of Shard-bearer in the world was of mild interest to Bondewd, as one more aspect of the structural foundation of belief and soul that separated one tier of person from another.

    He also waves, polite. The guards' animosity is not at all obscured as he does, nor does he seem bothered by it. ]


    By the way, my name is Bondrewd. I mentioned it to the guards, but would be remiss if I did not ensure we knew how to address one another. It is this way, if you will please follow me. Into the treeline, and a twenty minute walk after that. [ A bit far. Hm. ]
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    [personal profile] eyeforaneye 2023-03-19 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Hm.

    The up-down stare he gives him is careful, slow.
    ]

    I told you to ask me better questions. If you're not going to take it seriously, I'll leave you here. Be specific.
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    [personal profile] fellspirit 2023-03-19 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
    [She sets her own plate aside, and feels her tears spill over, half burying her face against him to muffle her quite sob as she clings to his side. She's so used to holding them back, knowing she would be punished if she showed too much emotion deemed defective to a Fell Dragon, but she can't help it. And, besides, Zephia isn't here any more. She got what she presumably wanted, Sombron's wish for Elyos to be destroyed.

    What was it all for? Even with Zenith's offered cause, she still can't make all that pointless cruelty make sense. She takes a breath to try to steady herself, then speaks in a quiet, trembling voice.]


    H-how can you not care? What if I hurt you someday, too? [Certainly, it sounds like he's a powerful mage, but would that still be enough if she were to turn against him?]
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    [personal profile] vestments 2023-03-19 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
    ( marc, throughout his life, has never been particularly strong with moral values — mercenary first before a particularly effective attack of conscience punctuated by a brush with death was, more or less, the start of something, though he's wavered frequently.

    there had been the time where both steve rogers and tony stark had decided to pay him a visit at his long island mansion to tell him — specifically — that he was utterly, wholly unwelcome on either side in their nation-altering superhero pissing match. he'd picked a side anyway, not because he cared one way or the other, but because it permitted him to continue doing what he'd always done without issue.

    this, he's inclined to think, is not necessarily any different to that. there's little chance they — new and old saved (question mark) alike — are privvy to the intimate details of how this is all going to end and the ultimate fate of any worlds. it could be true, all of it, but there's a chance, too, that none of it is.

    cassian laughs and marc relaxes just a touch, some of the tension held in his shoulders loosening. it's there still, in the lines of his brow and the way that he doesn't return cassian's laugh with a laugh of his own, but it's less to do with the situation in and of itself and more that marc takes almost everything entirely too seriously. )


    I've always found that the more someone tries to tell you just how good something is, the more skeletons they've got hidden in closets.
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    [personal profile] hauntedking 2023-03-19 06:10 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ The shield, of course, makes Dimitri's life harder. He gives a bit of ground again, probing here and there, fencing to see if he can bait Link into dropping his guard. He shifts to the right slightly, following Link's movement.

    This is a much closer match-up.
    ]
    cutlery: please do not take! (They Tim Tam Slammed.)

    absolutely not

    [personal profile] cutlery 2023-03-19 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Sebastian makes a light noise of understanding as the glance is given back to the creature, since it neatly and succinctly gives an impression of what this Abyss must be like if he would be a rarity. His own realm had plenty of dangers that weren’t exactly sentient, but there were plenty of devils of various calibers that certainly were. Not to say they would be any more accommodating, though. That’s a bit more unique to Sebastian himself.

    …How bold, though, to prick his finger not knowing whether it was venomous. There are little details here where he’s getting quite the impression of this person. The fearlessness, the manners, to be called a demon by others… There’s a picture coming together, and it’s very interesting indeed. ]


    Largely, yes. There is a form I consider my “truest” one, though mentioning it I shall say you must forgive me, for I shall not reveal it. It is something of a secret, essentially. But beyond that, I am able to shape my form to my will freely. I would not know what to call it without slipping to the philosophical, but I am made of something beyond flesh and blood, though I can mold it to fit the conventions and limitations that flesh present.

    [ It’s the most straightforwardly he’s explained it, though still cagey. From how he talks about demons, it sounds like a similar case to Silco’s world. Demons may be present, but perhaps merely as concepts or stories and lacking the context that his own human realm held. After all, without context, the value behind Sebastian’s true appearance is lost. It’s something to be intensely protected, because a clever or well-read person could figure out his name. And that was dangerous to him. Sticking to rationality is far easier and safer than delving into the arcane, as a result. ]

    Though I am also limited by my own knowledge, I shall admit. To replicate form, I must know how it works, and the more scrutiny it is placed under, the further I am sure there would be gaps. In terms of technology, the world I came from seems to be “behind” most here, and as such, I am limited by the pace of scientific progress, essentially. It is very interesting, though! I may have a practical interest, but I do not tire of how humanity ceaseless pushes forward for the sake of discovery and invention.

    [ And, as if he’s just realized he’s been talking for a bit and about such odd matters, he laughs charmingly as he gives a little shrug. ]

    …All to say that I am agreeable to it, yes.
    hauntedking: (07)

    [personal profile] hauntedking 2023-03-19 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
    I've hardly bet my hair on the outcome of a friendly match before, but it certainly sounds entertaining.

    [ He laughs softly, glancing back down toward the ring. ]

    And perhaps it's more diverting than a tournament or something similar. If the two are fighting for something with stakes... it does add some weight to the whole affair.
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    [personal profile] hauntedking 2023-03-19 06:31 pm (UTC)(link)
    Long before I arrived, yes. Apparently Cyrus and Yima have had a disagreement about what to do about everything for... some time. I cannot truly say much about the origins of the whole affair.

    [ Dimitri frowns thoughtfully. ]

    ...I wish to regain my home and its people. It's why I side with Meridian.
    hauntedking: (06)

    [personal profile] hauntedking 2023-03-19 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)
    I should have some...

    [ He retrieves a canteen he's carrying on his belt and offers it to her with a nod. ]

    There. Drink your fill.
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    [personal profile] redsoil 2023-03-19 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ While the man in white deliberates over the contents of the night, Set lingers where he stands. Lackadaisical in stance, he runs the tip of a dark claw along the underside of another with a soft, sharp click-click-click as he flicks the edges off one another. An idle gesture, one that could be intimidating to anyone save for the man before him; they are the claws of a predatory beast, after all, and one of Set's few remaining shifting abilities. Beyond the sand. He only has as much sand as he does body weight, however. And only has access to it while wearing the helm, but no one needs to know that.

    He'd rather they be alarmed, rather they be worried about what it might mean for a god to be regaining his power. For the Ennead's god of war to be advancing on Meridian's behalf, coquettish and violent in all things. And perhaps, that is the moment where he startles. A visible shiver running up his body from heel to head, like a cat that's just been alerted and has softly fanned out its fur in protest. Set, the man in white calls him. ]


    Oh? Did someone already warn you about me, protector of travelers?

    [ He won't hope. Meridian-aligned he may be, but he has no hope. Only pragmatism and hollow focus.

    Still, the familiarity with which Marc speaks to him — resists him — is strange. In some part of his confined consciousness, pinned to a board by the power of Kenos itself, he feels he ought to know something. There is a tug of familiarity, as if in some other life or time or existence, he knows this man. It is why he is unbothered by Han Sooyoung's tales of him, or Sebastian's discussion of myth and history — he intimately knows, he is something now and will become all that is said of him in the future. There is no escaping fate, only compiling it, for him. ]


    What do you think I am doing out here? I know Lady Yima will send her eyes to the field, I know they will seek retribution and response — however, there are still dangers to them, and to anyone else who stays here in the night. You are not the only one who travelers look to for protection and safe passage. I would not stop you, from aiding me in that endeavor.
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    [personal profile] vestments 2023-03-19 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
    ( the sense that marc's there to stay — in zenith particularly — is likely not discouraged by the small crescent moons that detail marc's suit, from his cufflinks to the buttons on his waistcoat. marc, for better or worse, has a theme and he's sticking to it.

    marc has never much cared for politics at large: he'd enlisted in the marines solely as a means to an end, a job, a way to leave home and get far away from the ideals of his father, from the feeling in the pit of his stomach that he was a continuous source of shame. to be able to do what he was good at without question, without trying to futilely align it with a sense of morals not entirely his own.

    (or that had been the intention. it hadn't quite worked out that way.)

    neither zenith nor meridian's broader goals are anything he'd seek out by himself as such — no, he's not strictly willing to accept the death of his world, but he thinks it's foolish to believe that any of them have the absolute, purest picture of what's happened and what will happen. which means, then, it's a matter of deciding a present that allows for the most effective presentation of self. for marc — for moon knight — that's zenith.

    marc's eyebrows dart upwards, a quick register of surprise at amos' sympathetic and remarkably, surprisingly empathetic reply. it's not the first part nor the final that catches marc unawares, but the middle, the don't exactly mean to and marc's expression settles in quiet understanding. he doubts it's the same — it rarely is — but marc tends to get caught up in his head, let his emotions, his temper get the better of him, and though he might not mean it in the end, he tends to mean it in the moment, which has proven—

    problematic. )


    Each other's people, ( he repeats, as if trying out the phrase. ) I like that. ( even if he doubts it's that simple, it says a lot about amos' character. naive isn't the first thought that occurs to marc, though he quietly suspects that if it's a sentiment as true as it sounds, it doesn't mean it's something that'll end in positivity.

    (marc's not really one to talk though, is he?)

    but speaking of being each other's people, it invites the question— )
    —Where are you from, Amos?
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    [personal profile] vestments 2023-03-19 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
    ( later, when marc's alone and had time to reflect on the journey his day (his life) has taken, he'll also take some time to look at the suit and be momentarily disheartened over the state of his suit. the point of it, of course, is that it's white, but when he'd said he wanted to be seen, when he said that he wanted to be visible, what he'd always had in mind was for it to be a deterrent, a symbol of moon knight and his capabilities; and a warning, because there was little else that allowed blood to stand out so starkly.

    what he hadn't imagined was looking like a man who enjoyed dust baths. it's hard to be intimidating that way.

    her surprise elicits surprise from him — judging from the mention of snacks, the fortuitous timing and the dog-wolf, this isn't the first time lottie's done this and yet it's apparently the first time in a long while that anyone's turned the question round and asked her.

    lottie's answer is remarkably, incredibly mundane but that's not the part that sticks with him, it's the— )


    —You've been here a year?
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    [personal profile] comelately 2023-03-20 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
    [ gross... but probably not as gross as having a fingernail lodged in your brain. Slow Dancer shuffles her feet nervously as the creature slumps forward; Johnny is quick to give her a reassuring pat on the neck. Is he also doing this partially because he doesn't know where to look when he talks to Quetz? Maybe. maybe. he's like 90% sure she's not wearing a shirt, and he doesn't want to look twice to confirm, because that's rude. ]

    No... you're good. It was hard to get a good shot in.

    [ his nails are homing to some extent, but he needs to actually be able to see what he's aiming at. Trying to hit a small target like a monster eyeball is harder when it's charging after you. ]

    ... Was that Spanish? You from Mexico? [ of course, now he can't help but look up - but only succeeds in meeting her eyes for about a second before they dart off to the side. ] You need a coat or something...?
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    [personal profile] subsist 2023-03-20 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Kaeya likes to argue that this is more about practicality. After all, this isn't home; it's simply a roof over his head. Home will always be wherever Mondstadt is, and if it's truly lost to the void, then... he wants to wait until he can retrieve as many of those he cares for before even thinking about settling down his roots. So when Diluc asks about it, he pauses in mid-step. ]

    ... I haven't exactly had the time to decorate. It's not really on the forefront of my mind.

    [ Then again, a part of it is also because Kaeya has kept himself so busy that he has very little downtime as it is. This place has just turned into a place he sleeps at rather than somewhere he spends a considerable amount of time in, so— ]

    I did acquire this place a couple months ago, so that is also a factor.

    [ He hasn't been here long at all, no. Which will probably raise a few more questions in Diluc's mind. ]

    Come.

    [ He gestures for the man to follow him up the stairs to his bedroom. It's there that Kaeya starts searching through the drawers for any clothes that might fit Diluc. There are a few loose-fitting items of clothing that he piles on the bed. ]

    See if any of those will work.
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    [personal profile] subsist 2023-03-20 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
    Well met, Rin. Do feel free to ask me anything should you have any other questions.

    [ A new Shard-bearer like her is bound to have plenty, and she seems inquisitive enough. Always a good sign, in his opinion, because at least that shows she'd rather hear about details than blindly go forward. ]

    I know all of this can be a lot to take in.
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    [personal profile] helloween 2023-03-20 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
    If you hurt me, I'll just kick your ass.

    [ As if it's solved so simply. It could be, in his eyes. ]

    I won't let you do anything to me that'd make you cry on me again.

    [ It's comfortingly trivialized in how Dark says it. He's even smiling to himself albeit subtly. That's who he is though, in the face of gods, angels, or demons: he fears no one. ]

    And before you argue with me, I know you'd come around. You're crying because you regret what happened, don't you? I'm not worried you wouldn't eventually do the same for me. You should just cry it out now that's what you need.
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    [personal profile] zauneyete 2023-03-20 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
    Let's see...

    [ Silco said, and tipped his head up, as if he were thinking. His fingers moved to his face -- index and middle -- and he ran the gloved fingers down his face, down his lips, as if he were thinking, considering the proposition.

    As if he hadn't thought the whole thing through.
    ]

    You're the abrasive type -- one that does not broke argument or suggestion lightly. Likely from trust issues, or broken trust. [ He may, or may not, be just transcribing his own issue based on her tone. Don't worry about it! ] You do not trust easy, and an offer of help is likely to be considered unwelcome.

    Yima's approach will likely be unwelcome. She is a maternal, caring and will tell you that you matter. [ His tone darkened, at that. Silco was from a place where being told you "mattered" was alien. ]

    How am I doing so far?
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    [personal profile] redsoil 2023-03-20 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
    [ It becomes apparent, rather quickly to him, that she has far more than just an edge over him. Quetzalcoatl may be hemmed in by Kenos itself, but she has fuller contact with divinity; in time, she'll outpace him, wear him down, and strike a hearty blow that will leave him unable to retaliate. At least, in that regard, he can provide her ( and the audience ) with an entertaining enough fête that his impending loss will only serve to bolster their hunger for him. A villain defeated is fun, especially in sunny Springstar. ]

    I do love a woman who wastes no time!

    [ Nephthys was like that. A goddess of peace, but playful and bright, bold and more than happy to taunt and tease; the flash of Quetzalcoatl's golden hair reminds him of his wife, only in the sense that they are both blondes with bright personalities. Nothing more than that, as far as he's aware... HMM.

    Tactically, he thinks that in retaliation to her movement - the strong-legged sprint that rapidly eats the distance between the two of them - he ought to prepare not to hinder her, but to prepare for the moment where she connects. It feels - natural, to fall into a pattern of push-and-pull with her. Where she lunges, he dances in and out of her range; where he feints, she slips beyond the falsity and strikes true. For her, he makes that wall. A sudden, broad bastion to stand in her way - just wide enough for her to find the best purchase atop it.

    If she notices, he'll be pleased. The battle is as much a contest of joy, as it is a real, brutal knock-down, drag-out brawl. Though he makes the wall, the moment she is airborne, he drags the base of it free and tugs it tight around his own body. A thin shield meant to spare him from shattering under her, as she descends upon him like a bright meteor, into that lucha move she so badly wants! He'll weather it, in the hopes of being able to drag her against him. ]
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    [personal profile] fireballer 2023-03-20 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
    I see. Thank you, as a newcomer, I'm still unaware of the history and workings behind everything.

    [ah, a kindred spirit. but he has to know, since he doesn't seem 100% on board with this occupation--]

    Does Meridian not come with its fault? Such as this. [he gestures vaguely to mean 'this occupation.']
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    [personal profile] zauneyete 2023-03-20 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
    We talk occasionally.

    [ He said, with a somewhat tight smile. He knew what kind of person Yima was, and she knew what kind of person he was. Accepted him, even. Allowed him to make monsters and let him run free. He did not know if that sort of thing would be allowed of most, but she knew of Silco's convictions to burn it down, and how desperately he wished to.

    The first time he said the phrase "white whistle", Silco can do little more than look at the whistle at his chest. Clearly an artifact of status, then? When he explained it, Silco nodded, but his eyes remained affixed to the thing that he kept.
    ]

    Your abyss was...underground, then? [ He asked, his tone curious, but he couldn't help it. Silco was a man who had been made for living within the fissures and in the undercity. It was perhaps not strictly as underground as he may often say it is, but when he says "ascend", Silco can only think of his world, and his deep cavernous fissures, a world that's seen as dark, dank, and unwelcoming to most. ]

    It sounds as though you have learned to adapt to what you needed to, to get where you were. I have not heard of many "blessings" in my own undercity, but perhaps we did not go deep enough, hm?

    I think if you have so many avenues of interest, you'll be popular. Do come see me first, before you start aiding any other endavors though, will you? I should like to see you at work.
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    [personal profile] zauneyete 2023-03-20 04:55 am (UTC)(link)
    Have you ever known an organization concerned with anything but?

    [ He asked, his tone dismissive, almost derisive. Silco, obviously, thought the worst of most organizations, and anything that wasn't his. Though he did...

    He did understand Diluc's focus on his country. Silco, too, loved his city, Zaun, more than almost anything. He would give almost anything to ensure her freedom and safety. Silco, of course, has not been asked for the one sacrifice that would be unconscionable yet, and therefore, has not had to make the one choice that would amend that thought.

    Instead, he has the destruction of his world itself, and the proposition: recreate those he hated, those he wanted to rend and tear, just to see his city whole, or fight for them to come out the other end, in a new world, that would allow them the freedom to perhaps, for once in their lives, be wild and free in a way they'd never been allowed before.

    That being thought, he does pick up what Diluc is putting down, and his scarred lips quirked into an over-confident, and fake smile.
    ]

    Oh? Did you want me to spill the secrets of my faction? I'm more harmonized than most, but part of choosing one over the other is: do you agree with their coreeverything that your world was? Including all of the flaws, strife, and suffering?

    Or do you wish to tear it all down, and make something with the remains? At the core, these principles, are the same. They are what you must choose.