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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
    helloween: (024🫀)

    [personal profile] helloween 2023-03-20 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
    That's it?

    [ Dark accepts the wine bottle from Silco, shutting an eye and peeking in the top as if anything about it has changed. When he finds nothing, though, he realizes that Silco is simply helping himself to whiskey instead. That's it. That's the trick. Really? There's got to be something else.

    Dark takes the wine bottle by the neck, still holding it upright. Swinging the red liquid in circles so that it swishes against the glass walls, he squints through the clouds of cigar smoke that nestle and wrap into his clothing in hair. ]


    I thought you would do something cooler, old man. Don't tell me you're done or that the trick is just me watching you drink whiskey instead.

    [ So disatisfied by this trick. ]
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    [personal profile] helloween 2023-03-20 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
    That means she is, huh.

    [ IGNORING LINK. If he is defensive and sitting like that, it means that Zelda is definitely hot. He wouldn't be flustered if she weren't. ]

    We can talk however we want, it's not like they're here to get mad.

    [ His way of thinking. Unfortunately, Dark would speak like this even if either princess were here. He can't not think with his dick. ]

    Realistically, you've probably got a shot at fucking her. Royal guard and everything... if she's anything like Sheila, she's probably lonely, repressed, and in need of some male companionship.

    [ His dialog only becomes worse... ]
    eyesite: (6)

    [personal profile] eyesite 2023-03-20 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
    ( as tighnari looks around for the source of the mental communication, john decides to toss him a line, glancing up from what he was doing to give him a rather pointed look. this combined with the stranger's instinct to approach was enough to reel him in from where he'd been pressing in at the territorial fringe of the group of highstorm natives; as he separates, they murmur quietly amongst themselves for a few moments before eventually lapsing back into their conversation about current happenings in the city and in kenos at large.

    john breathes out a sigh of relief, shoulders lowering at least a half an inch or so.

    he finishes the thought of whatever line of notes he is writing and then looks up once more to tighnari, gesturing to his side. )
    You're welcome to join me, if you like. ( though spoken rather than Communed, the voice is the same as the one he'd heard a moment before.

    if he's noticed the sparkle in the stranger's eyes (he has), he's ignoring it, or perhaps he's focused instead on the ears and tail that proximity has proved are twitching and moving on their own volition. good lord, they are real? he supposes he's seen some strange individuals among those that live in springstar and highstorm, but for some reason it's strange to experience with a fellow Shard-Bearer...

    he addresses him again via Communion, )
    You're new, yes? You've arrived at an interesting time. Though you might have already gathered as much.
    sharethememory: ([screenshot] 017)

    [personal profile] sharethememory 2023-03-20 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
    [ His eyes widen just a fraction at her words. Ah, did she think he was trying to convince her to join Zenith? Considering their history and what she had seen, it's no surprise that she think he would have such a motive. She was one of the few who knew just how many strings were pulled at the behest of his retirement.

    There's a slow pause as his expression relaxes and his look can only be described as sheepish (at least for Zhongli). Like the moment when Paimon had asked whether or not he had saved any mora for retirement.
    ]

    I do not wish to convince you of anything. You are wise and one of the most resourceful people I have ever met. Your decisions should remain your own. I only wish to provide information that you might find pertinent to your travels.

    [ Or perhaps more accurately stated, her only true goal - reuniting with her brother.

    He pauses for a beat himself.
    ]

    Did Childe try to convince you to join Zenith?
    sharethememory: MMD by 7Rurutia @ twitter ([MMD] 006)

    [personal profile] sharethememory 2023-03-20 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Perhaps he is dramatic, but Zhongli always had a fondness for earnest people. Diluc sounds just like the kind of person that Meridian would want - those still full of hope and the determination to do whatever it took, for better or worse. ]

    Perhaps I could help illuminate where the sharp edges lie so that you will not cut yourself, Master Diluc.

    [ He takes another sip of his tea, one eye glancing at the other patrons at the bar. "The walls have ears." Though the saying was Liyuen in nature, it seemed it was more of a universal truth than anything else. ]

    If you would not mind a change in venue.
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    [personal profile] unalign 2023-03-20 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
    He tried at my prompting. I just wanted to get it over with ...

    [ again, she's been told what the point is of this gathering. and lumine understands its purpose and doesn't question it; she's gotten similar attempts back in springstar too, all of which failed.

    so far, the only good thing about springstar was the food.
    ]

    But he said I'm not his to convince.

    [ she only supposes he meant for the others, for kaeya or zhongli, to do it instead. again, understandable, considering their relations back in teyvat; while amicable in certain ways and they haven't tried to kill each other again since the golden house, it's never quite the same bond as she had with the others.

    which is why lumine had let it pass with a shrug. it was an admirable attempt, at least, and his arguments very much like him.
    ]
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    [personal profile] sharethememory 2023-03-20 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
    I have no doubt that you will endeavor to return the favor in full.

    [ Though it was meant to be a gift, Zhongli can certainly understanding wanting to have a balance in interactions. But alas, Tighnari has asked about Liyue and thus that thought is immediately shelved as Zhongli visibly brightens at the opportunity to talk about his homeland. ]

    To the north of the harbor is a city known as Qingce Village. It is a beautiful place, bordered to the north by a set of rice fields which rise like steps up to the mountains. Wild violetgrass can be found hanging from the rocky outcroppings above, especially fragrant after the rains that come frequently. Besides rice, the farms specialize in chilis and bamboo - a unique and hearty flavor that cannot be found anywhere else. Their specialty was a bamboo shoot soup made with Springvale boar and simmered for hours until both have a very pleasing and tender texture.
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    [personal profile] sharethememory 2023-03-20 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
    Ah, so the sun is a prestigious duty - a mantle to be worn. One of a fixed term if you stepped down from it and watched your brother rise to claim it.

    [ It does not fit into how he understands the world to work, so it takes Zhongli a few moments to process this information. To imagine a world where people stepped down from such positions of prestige instead of their lives and their duties intertwining so tightly that where one began and the other ended was impossible to determine.

    Though if she fought her brother - perhaps being involved with the sun (whoever they may be) was also an integral part of her life.
    ]

    Is the moon chosen in a similar fashion? And with such prestige?
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    [personal profile] sharethememory 2023-03-20 07:20 am (UTC)(link)
    I see.

    [ There are other things he could say to that. Other concerns he has regarding Childe and how he was adjusting to being unmoored from his duty and purpose. But Zhongli and Childe's own relationship had been a strange return to normal with no real reconciliation that even had Zhongli (ignorant to the nuances of emotion as he was) feeling like it was precariously built on a pile of sand ready to sink at a given misstep. And who knew if Childe's relationship with the Traveler was even more complicated than that. It very well could be.

    A topic for another time then.
    ]

    Then I shall simply say if you do choose, choose wisely. But also know that you can get by without choosing either side. I did so for many months. And while the tensions were much lower when I first arrived, it is not impossible to retain your autonomy in this place. Know too that if that is your wish, I would do what I could to honor that choice.
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    [personal profile] unalign 2023-03-20 07:40 am (UTC)(link)
    [ she wishes zhongli good luck i dealing with that sandcastle of theirs. she, for one, has no intention of sinking into that mire as she had once did in liyue. once was enough.

    still, his words draw out a quiet sigh of relief from her chest and a soft chuckle. he always knows what to say to her, no doubt the sentiment stemming from thousands of years of living. and while she realizes that no one has truly forced her to side with one group, giving her sound arguments as to why this side is better than that, to hear him say words of comfort out loud is a kind of respite in itself.

    not choosing is also a choice, even if it's the more difficult one to make.
    ]

    I've always wondered if I'll become like you when I finally reach my 6000th birthday.
    sharethememory: MMD by 7Rurutia @ twitter ([MMD] 007)

    [personal profile] sharethememory 2023-03-20 08:15 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Zhongli gives a little half-smile at that in response.

    He'd missed this - since arriving in Kenos. This easy friendship. Roots that did not grow as deep as his attachments to Liyue, but were still solidly planted in the ground instead of being blown about like a dandelion in fate's breeze as he had been.
    ]

    You should aim higher than becoming a bourgeois parasite in your sunset years, Traveler. At the rate you're going, you'll be much wiser by the time you reach that part of your journey.

    And I'm sure you'll be guiding your own set of younger Travelers as they also brave their way into whatever the future holds for them.
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    [personal profile] unalign 2023-03-20 08:57 am (UTC)(link)
    [ another chuckle leaves her lips. ]

    You really took Paimon's comment to heart.

    [ to be fair, her guide's little line wasn't entirely off the mark, given zhongli's proclivities. so can he really say that he's not one? acceptance is the first step, after all.

    lumine falls quiet for a moment, lifting her gaze to the sky. very different from the one she used to look up to during her journey across teyvat, which makes her all the more sober to her current predicament. it's a reality that she somehow has to face here too, being alone.
    ]

    I don't know about that. When I meet Aether again, all I want is to finally settle down and find a home with him.

    [ somewhere to plant their roots, to finally get some rest. ]
    cutlery: please do not take! (too bad mirrors aren't real)

    [personal profile] cutlery 2023-03-20 03:08 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ The scrutiny is a surprise, but there’s a little flicker of delight that he keeps hidden. Does she recognize the name? How telling, if that’s the case, though he won’t ask directly. It’s now become a fun game for him, so she’ll have to be the one to ask. The nature of his existence may not be anything he’s keeping secret, but it’s simply more fun when he gets someone to question it rather than to just reveal it himself. Especially so when she’s the first to react to his name! ]

    It is a pleasure, Miss Tohsaka.

    [ But, for now, he’s a gentleman. He brings a hand up to his chest lightly and gives a little bow, though it’s little more than a slight lean forward. The extreme formalities of his previous employment weren’t so useful anymore, so he’s at least more casual. ]

    …Though, I do hope your “arrival” was not too bad. It seems to vary at times, and I did not make it down to the Tree myself for this particular set, so I have not heard if it presented extra difficulties beyond simply coming from the ground.
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    [personal profile] dawnlord 2023-03-20 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
    And what do you make of her, then?

    [ Asked, not as someone who is weighing his options, but as someone who simply interrogates the world. Eternally, ruthlessly, and with great joy. The leaders of the factions appear to him as a White Whistle might: authoritative, informative, relying on subordinates to examine the world and the way forth using the resources available. To ensure his understanding of Kenos's social structure is complete, he simply must ask questions of opinion.

    He does reach for the string of the whistle, tugging it free of his neck with a delicate jerk of his wrist. It is of no value to anyone, not even himself, anymore. A symbol of status in a world that has crumbled into ruin, that he will build upon. If anything, it is nostalgic to carry it — the last proof of who he was, before becoming what he is. Bondrewd cups it in his palm, and offers it to Silco. To touch it would be akin to touching something deeply unsettling, even now; like holding the essence of something, though no matter what was done with it, it would produce no actual sound. ]


    You are correct, Mister Silco. On both accounts.

    [ He does incline his head, agreeably, at Silco's assessment of the Abyss and of his 'adaptation'; of the things he needed to do, to get to where he was. ]

    I was not born into money, nor status. I made my own way, by any and all means. The world did not condone me, but they accepted that I was quite necessary for the future of all humanity. [ Simply put. ] Now, I am once more a nobody and my work on that world has brought me here. It is exciting, to be unknown and without all my former prospects — and already, to receive as endearing an invitation from someone as you. What is it you do? I may be of service, depending.
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    [personal profile] vestments 2023-03-20 05:53 pm (UTC)(link)
    Khonshu. ( marc takes a step forward and, for a moment, almost looks confused even as the tone of his voice implies 'who else?'. khonshu, though in recent years, has settled firmly on one specific form with which he appears to marc as, it's not an appearance to which he's confined. whilst set, then, does not have the appearance of the set with which marc knows, it's not anything that stands out as strange or unusual. what is, then, is everything else.

    the rhythmic clicks of set's claws breaks the silence between remarks, breaks the silence as marc listens and looks and weighs verbal responses against what he knows (thinks? believes?). set's offer sits in stark contrast with everything of the gods marc has ever experienced: khonshu seeks to protect the travellers of the night, of course, there is no doubt about his commitment to that endeavour, but the how is blood-covered, shiny and wet with demands for hearts and sacrifices, for bodies. for murderers and the worst-of-the-worst. whilst khonshu strives to protect the innocent, it is not with innocence and set—

    has never been any different, though marc's knowledge of the ennead is limited in scope. he's never been one to sit down with a book and learn, engross himself in knowledge. he is the tool, the blunt instrument and that's why he's here, regardless of what set might think, might expect of yima and her people.

    (marc is both one of hers and he's not. he's khonshu's first and foremost, and if the god were to speak to him now, to whisper in his ear and demand retribution, marc would do it without a second thought because for all else he might complain, for all else that he might detest the work that khonshu puts him to, it's what he's good at. without it, he's nothing.)

    marc looks towards the unmoving, still body of the beast set had thrown his way. he lifts his shoulders in a shrug, a perfect picture of disinterest and— )
    Killing time? ( he suggests though it's clear it's not an answer meant in earnest. )
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    [personal profile] fellspirit 2023-03-20 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
    [She seems startled by that, and looks up at him, wiping away tears from puffy red-rimmed eyes.]

    Can... Can you promise me? If I lose control and try to hurt you, or anyone else, that you'll stop me? Just... do whatever you need to do.

    [Even if he dissipated her, she would feel okay about it if it was him.]
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    [personal profile] redsoil 2023-03-20 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Khonshu. ]

    — you are, fxcking kidding me.

    [ He mirrors the man in white, putting a foot forward moments after he does. It staggers his long legs, the bare heel of his foot crunching down on some scattered branches and leaves that have been torn from the brush he threw the beast through. The name of the god of moonlight, one of Thoth's stodgy old companions he held reading clubs with, or something of the sort. A patron of travelers, a domain which they shared in slightly different ways — for Khonshu oversaw those who moved in the night, and Set observed the patterns of those who crossed the desert. Mostly the foreigners and merchants.

    Unlike Marc, Set takes a number of subsequent steps. A battering ram of a man, his hands reaching up to swipe his fingers along the dark, angled sides of his divine mask and cast it into a soft scattering of dark ash ( — no, dark sand ), releasing his appearance from the mild magic of it. The cascade of his hair is swift, the spilling of blood in the night, bringing with it the faint scent of something burning on the horizon. In the dark, his eyes glow, faint and luminous and — well, he doesn't seem a monstrous figure at all. Just a stern-browned, lovely man who cannot contain the way he glowers at the other. This protector in white. ]


    What do you even know of that guy! Did you pick a name out of a tome of my history at random? Find the least-likely candidate from my extended family who would pique my ire to throw at me and catch me off guard? Khonshu? Of all the useless —

    [ He's mad. But, with the atmosphere of someone who is always a hair-trigger away from purity of rage, irritable and tempestuous, finding invisible faults with bleak paranoia.

    A deluge of sounds fall from him, the language of the ancient Egyptians — definitely cuss words, snapped off by the sharp edges of his prominent canines, ground out between clenched molars. Why it bothers him, he might not be able to explain. Khonshu. ]


    Of all the Ennead you could have had contact with, it is Khonshu? Where is he? That miserable bookworm, I'll have him by the beak before day breaks, mark my words!
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    [personal profile] vestments 2023-03-20 06:41 pm (UTC)(link)
    ( marc watches. there's a moment where his eyes grow wide in shock and surprise, then narrow abruptly in preparation as set moves, his hands, fingers stretching across the sides of the mask and marc seems to anticipate it — or something — coming his way. his hands curl into fists and he shifts his weight, and—

    the mask is gone. set changes into a man of sorts, a far cry from the shapes and forms khonshu prefers. a pleasant appearance in contrast with the tone of his words, the anger and the energy, all of it all at once familiar to marc because it's the same frustrated venom khonshu throws his way when marc disagrees, when marc questions, when marc ignores. when marc doesn't understand.

    it crescendos into words marc has no translation for, words that khonshu has never vocalised and marc can only guess at their meaning from the way that they're said until the end, until the questions.

    where is he, set asks, and marc doesn't have an answer. he hadn't expected the question and yet, he thinks, if set is asking the question, surely it means that their worlds cannot have been destroyed? or— no, fuck, maybe? the overvoid is beyond time and space and marc's not sure if khonshu's ever really, truly been on earth. he's been with marc, but that's not the same thing.

    marc, despite the strength of his convictions, despite the depth of his belief, is not a man that understands.

    I don't know is the answer that marc thinks, but it's not the answer marc gives. )
    A spaceship, the last I saw him.

    ( it's not wrong, and yet. )
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    [personal profile] muchalucha 2023-03-20 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ The impact is heavy when the arrow crashes into its head, but it finds its mark. Quetzalcoatl makes an impressed noise at the sheer power of the impact, since it’s definitely more than what would be “normal”… But she guesses that makes sense, considering the other woman isn’t human! The creature goes limp, and with that, Quetzalcoatl jumps back with a strong swing of her sword to dislodge it. It crashes to the ground with a mighty thwump, but Quetzalcoatl’s attention is quickly on her partner rather than it. ]

    Wow, that was an amazing shot!

    [ Her praise is given easily and with a joy so warm that it seems to come from the bottom of her heart. She gives Hayame a little nod as she crouches down to set her sword in the grass and start to wipe the blood off the stones. ]

    A perfect partner indeed!
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    [personal profile] muchalucha 2023-03-20 08:28 pm (UTC)(link)
    Then happy to help!

    [ With a powerful swing of the sword and a less than pleasant sound, it comes free. She appraises it idly as if looking for damage, but that’s technically not possible, considering it’s made of magical energy in the first place… So she’s really just appraising whether it’s easier to clean it off or to reconstitute it fresh and clean.

    But at his question, Quetzalcoatl looks back up with a bright smile. ]


    Oh!! Well— No, technically, but also yes!! [ ??? ] ¡Es complicado!

    [ And she’s about to get into explaining it (poorly, most likely), when her second question catches her a little off guard. After a little “eh?” of confusion, she laughs and shakes her head. ]

    No, I’m okay! It’s, well, a little chilly here! But not that bad. I don’t get cold easily, don’t worry!
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    [personal profile] muchalucha 2023-03-20 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)
    Right! It’s adding stakes so you take it seriously, but not so seriously that people might, well! Die!

    [ She laughs merrily despite that morbid turn, because it doesn’t bother her that much as a prospect. She’s no stranger to blood and war in the slightest, but of course she prefers something safer like lucha, at least when it comes to humanity. Enthusiastic as she is for a bit of bloodsport, she decidedly still prefers people be alive. ]

    Mm, and it seems the fights here at least a little similar! They don’t really have the style, but that can be worked on! [ She says, fully planning to... ] They at least stick with the face and the heel part of things, so that's good! You have to have someone to root for and root against to have fun!
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    [personal profile] bakedapple 2023-03-21 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Link can feel it too. Something about having a shield on his other arm just feels right. But how much closer of a match-up is it, really?

    He's determined to find out. Wasting no time, Link strafes to his right, away from Dimitri's blind side. He might not be able to take advantage of his opponent's visual disability, but he can guard himself much easier this way with his shield. His footsteps are nimble, kicking up grass with each step. After a few paces, he dashes forward to strike at Dimitri's forward hand again. Even if it were to hit, it would only be by the tip of the blade, but that isn't really the point.
    ]
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    [personal profile] fishfearme 2023-03-21 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
    [Byleth paused - not because he was surprised, but because he usually just took the food without a hint of shame or awareness that what he was doing was wrong, in plain view of everyone. Was it wrong? Should they be sneaky about it? The food was free, therefore they should be allowed to just take it, right? It wasn't as if an actual crime was happening: how can you steal that which was free?

    He mulled this dilemma over for a fraction of a second before reclassifying the whole endeavour as 'poaching': that being, you had to be sneaky if upperclass people were around (which they were here), but blatant with fellow commoners. Poaching is a victimless crime, his father used to say.]


    Very well. We'll assist one another in our stockpiling. Have you got a suitable container to use? I've space in my satchel if you require it.

    [The whole reason Byleth brought his satchel, actually: thieving.]
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    [personal profile] gravings 2023-03-21 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
    [ She was out here just so she could question people? How intrepid. It reminds Gray suddenly of Lord El-Melloi II's penchant for angering people and running into danger in spite of his less-than-stellar abilities as a mage. It was a worrying trait in him and now in this girl, but that commonality just makes Gray more ready to nod in agreement. ]

    I don't mind. It should be okay for you to stay at the nearest outpost... though, um, you'll have to promise you aren't a spy.

    [ Promises don't mean much and Gray knows it, but it isn't like she's going to put the girl under a lamp and interrogate her either. ]
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    [personal profile] bakedapple 2023-03-21 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
    [ The way they talk about the Princess when she isn't around is what matters the most. But, Link does not even get close to saying that aloud. Whatever admonishment he might have given is immediately deleted by the rest of what he says — rude, degrading, unacceptable comments, about a princess who he doesn't even know. Who isn't even his!

    In an instant, Link jumps to his feet, slamming both palms down on the table. He glares daggers at Dark, a man on the verge of breaking his nose with a sucker punch. Considering how patient and muted all of his emotional reactions have been so far, this peak in anger is remarkable. Link does not say anything. The furious look on his face says it all.
    ]