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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
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    [personal profile] hauntedking 2023-03-12 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
    I can fence, of course. But... I prefer the lance.

    [ Dimitri gives him a little half-smile. It's a touch awkward, but he seems to brush past that after a moment. ]

    Regardless, before we begin... I am Dimitri. I feel like I ought to at least introduce myself before we start crossing steel, don't you?
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    [personal profile] oomfies 2023-03-12 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
    [ She will free herself of this poor weepy lad when he's free of dirt...... For now he has to wallow in his misery as Lottie wallows in, well, the dirt surrounding him. It becomes easier to at least sift through it once he stops moving — she questions it for all of a second, chalking it up to nerves and the pure panic and confusion at waking up buried underground.

    (And also, just maybe she was a bit more distracted by how pretty his arm is.. If it sparkles, her attention will go anywhere glitter does.)

    Lottie works in silence after that, putting in some elbow grease and sifting through the softest patches first. In fact, she manages to get him to a point where he can successfully turtle wiggle himself out with some work. ]


    I know you said you were fine.. [ She starts after some time, wiping at her forehead with the back of her hand (she sure does smear some dirt there, still). ] But like, are you really fine? Or are you 'fine' fine?
    hyperpotamous: (003)

    it's perfect

    [personal profile] hyperpotamous 2023-03-12 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
    [ john is mildly disappointed in himself from a completionist's standpoint that he got this far only to be found out now, even if he realistically had no plan beyond getting here; he has no pockets and therefore no money.

    in that case, you own the fact that you're a naked guy crouching in the bushes with a chunk of something strange embedded in the centre of your chest. this is what peak performance looks like. ]


    Yeah? Well, what kind of plant sneaks up on you?

    [ ... ]

    An ambush.
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    [personal profile] bakedapple 2023-03-12 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
    Fencing...? I see.

    [ Link senses some of Dimitri's momentary discomfort and wonders if he said something strange. The half-smile puts him at ease a moment later, and he returns it with his own. ]

    I'm Link. It's a pleasure to meet you, Dimitri. [ Rolling his shoulders, he starts to take a few steps back into the center of the training field. ] ...I only got here a few days ago. You'll be the first person I've practiced with.

    [ He's quiet, but this talk of sparring together is starting to make him more animated. This is something he's passionate about, it seems. ]
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    [personal profile] muchalucha 2023-03-12 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
    Mm, I don’t know about celebrating! Just enjoying a little time to rest.

    [ She laughs cheerfully and grins as she gestures for Akua to come join her on the log she’s taken as her seat. Eventually, this will become a part of a rampart or something like that, but for now, it’s a perfect little spot to sit. At least, so far as Quetzalcoatl is concerned. ]

    And farmers’ hard work, ? I helped someone move a heavy cart, so he gave me this as a thank you! It’s funny, it tastes a bit like sotol, but it doesn’t look like that would grow around here at all! It’s so…

    [ She laughs thoughtfully as she hands over the bottle for Akua to inspect and/or take a swig of. ]

    It’s cute, right? It’s such cute farmland!
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    Stiles Stilinski | Teen Wolf

    [personal profile] mensrea 2023-03-12 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
    I. SPRINGSTAR – SEAT OF THE TRIBUNE, HELIOPOLIS | MEET-AND-GREET
    [Well, the atmosphere at the Meri-hosted forum is pleasant…until a certain young man carrying a chip on his shoulder arrives. He’s dressed in the same clothes that he crawled out of the earth wearing—namely: maroon-colored canvas sneakers; worn, gray jeans; and a thin, blue raglan hoodie—with clumps of dirt still clinging desperately to the fabric. Though the actual hood of said hoodie has been drawn up over the back of his head strategically, the vibrant, blood-red Shard buried in the left-side of his neck remains easy enough to spot at the right angle. Unconsciously, his hand drifts to rub at the area every so often, the neighboring skin pink and puffy from too much attention.

    Maybe you don’t notice him immediately. After all, why would you? He appears to be little more than an average human being. Nothing about him stands out. At least, not initially. But as the hour inevitably drags on, something begins to spoil the agreeable ambiance. Genial smiles fade. Conversation grows awkward and stilted. And the source of the negative energy that’s poisoning the informational session? Why, it’s none other than Mieczysław “Stiles” Stilinski himself. From unassuming group to unassuming group does he slink, expression carved as if from stone. Wherever he insinuates himself, people seem to become rapidly uncomfortable. The Californian teenager takes no prisoners—assailing anyone he speaks to with a barrage of pointed, intrusive inquiries. A lucky few manage to find excuses to take their leave, hastily fleeing from the Tribune with nary a backward glance. Others are not so fortunate.

    His current crowd of unwilling victims looks particularly harassed. Should you wander closer, you might hear the tail end of a diatribe poorly masked as discussion.]


    What do you mean, “I don’t know?” [scoffs Stiles in a tone painted overbright with acid.] You’ve lived here how long and you can’t even answer a basic question like that? Give me a break.

    [An older woman draws herself up, flinty eyes narrowed. Tragically, her ensuing stern lecture doesn’t faze the aggrieved party crasher.]

    Go pound sand, [he tells her unkindly, his own eyes dark with an inexplicable emotion.] You’re wasting my time. I mean, hello? Why attend an event like this if you’re an established local with no useful information to share? What is this to you—some kind of hoity-toity soiree where you can gawk at and gossip about newbie outworlders? Jesus Christ, get lost already.

    [Everyone present within that group proves more than happy to oblige; they disperse, muttering in hushed whispers to each other. Yet Stiles hardly claims the bearing of smug victor. If anything, he appears…disappointed? Whatever the case may be, the moment that he catches sight of you lingering nearby, the young man slings a challenging look your way.]

    Got something to say?

    II. HIGHSTORM – YIMA’S MANOR, THE COURT | MEET-AND-GREET
    cw: disturbing imagery/linked image
    [Flute glass in hand, Stiles stands at the edge of a reflecting pool. Today, his manner is just as subdued as that of the resident Zenites, who gracefully glide to and from social circles behind him. There are no visible traces of the misplaced, pent-up rage and grief that had plagued him the other afternoon. In fact, his countenance is almost eerily blank—revealing nothing as he gazes down at the still, luminescent waters. But beneath the pale moon’s light, even a complete stranger will be able to discern how ashen his face is. If you approach, you might potentially glimpse what has so transfixed and disturbed him. Across the glittering surface of the pool, a gruesome image glowers back: Stiles himself, impaled fatally through the chest upon a slender metal beam, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth as glassy brown eyes seem to sightlessly stare you down. This is only the memory of a hallucination that’s haunted him recently, though you won’t know that.

    With a rough start, Stiles realizes he is no longer alone. The young man jerks guiltily away from the reflecting pool, mouth opening and closing on a dozen different denials that go unspoken. He has no idea whether or not you saw what his traitorous memories conjured and tries to glean that detail from your perceptible reaction.]


    Some party, huh?

    [Stiles chuckles weakly. His voice is shaking. In an attempt to inject a cheap imitation of normalcy into the encounter, the teenager knocks back the wine as if it were watered-down beer—resulting in an embarrassing amount of choking, sputtering, and wheezing.]

    Wh-what… Oh my god, that—ugh, that was so nasty. [Nose wrinkled with disgust, he actually smacks his mouth several times in succession as if savoring the taste of the offensive alcohol.] Okay, dude, seriously? Take my advice. I’ll offer it to you free of charge. Do not drink this stuff. Pretty sure I just swallowed the girliest excuse for body wash ever. There are bubbles attacking my guts right now. Oh, but—no hate. Girl body wash? Great. Fantastic. Love the stuff. You familiar with, uh, that product line by Philosophy? Totally recommend their “Melon Daiquiri” shower gel. Or maybe you’re more a “Salted Citrus” kinda person. No? Cool. Never mind.

    [And with that, he finally shuts up.]

    III. SPRINGSTAR – KOWLOON, THE BELOW | PRE-INVASION EXPLORATION
    cw: potential underage drug use
    [If there’s one truth Stiles is intimately familiar with, it’s that valuable intel sometimes flows best in the seediest of underbellies. But to his genuine surprise, Kenos’ criminal underground doesn’t seem to exist beneath Highstorm that he’s been able to discover. Okay, sure. He might’ve prematurely pigeonholed the aforementioned twilight city as a perfect setting for sordid corruption, lurking insidiously out of sight. Sue him. Once Stiles learns about Kowloon, however—after snooping and eavesdropping and greasing palms with gold staters he absolutely legitimately earned, yessir—the young man vows never to fall prey to stereotype fallacies again. (A vow that he will undoubtedly break in a handful of hours.) Anyway…

    Though he admittedly does have his fair share of idiotic moments, what with being a seventeen-going-on-eighteen-year-old boy harboring questionable interests and hobbies, Stiles isn’t, in general, stupid. Actually, the fact of the matter is: Stiles is quite intelligent. Perhaps not the borderline genius that his longtime crush and friend Lydia Martin may be, but inarguably gifted. So, despite inclinations for spontaneity and improvision, he takes his time to prepare. All the while, Stiles keeps in mind the subtle glint of malicious amusement that he’d observed in the last Meri he interrogated. That asshole had hidden something from him. And a keen sense of intuition insists that that something involves how specifically to enter the Below—an intuition that is validated as Stiles at last slips past the aqueduct entrance into the tunnels. At the first fork, he reluctantly pauses his journey. Continuing on ignorantly would be beyond stupid. Instead, Stiles adopts the relaxed, confident air of someone who belongs and waits. Eventually, he’s rewarded; a dark-haired individual who looks similar in age enters the passageway roughly forty minutes later. Stiles offers a companionable nod in greeting that goes unreturned, then watches intently as the stranger disappears down the right tunnel. He allows a twenty-second head start before quietly following. Stealth is by no means a strong suit, yet the other youth never acknowledges his presence. By the time they reach the underground city, Stiles has already memorized the correct path through the Below.

    Upon entering Kowloon, Sasuke seems to melt into shadow and vanish (which is just as well, because Stiles hadn’t been planning on tipping for the unnegotiated guidance). Undeterred by the hostile looks shot his way by locals, Stiles begins his time-consuming exploration—winding in and out of gambling parlors, drug dens, and fighting rings.

    A. You might find him in the Crown, nimble fingers lightly relieving unguarded pockets of money. He overstays his welcome; a target catches him in the act, seizing his arm and wrenching it painfully behind his back. Meeting your eyes, he tries to silently plead for help. Do you?

    B. You might run into him in Draumahol, examining an unattended hookah with sharp curiosity. Maybe you overheard an employee previously mention how toxic that station’s tobacco is for humans. Maybe you simply object to what appears to be an underaged young man hanging around hard-hitting drugs. Better hurry—Stiles is reaching for the hose.

    C. You might stumble upon him in one of the caverns, seated on a fluorescent mushroom cap and staring moodily into the distance. His knees are pulled up to his chest, a position that makes him look especially vulnerable. If you draw near, he’ll glance mistrustfully at you but say nothing in protest. Really, he can use the company.]

    IV. WILDCARD
    ( ooc | None of these prompts work for you but you’re interested in threading? Feel free to hit Stiles up with something different or plot with me! For reference: Stiles is a seventeen-year-old human and taken from the start of Teen Wolf season 5b, episode 1. If your character can read Japanese, they will likely recognize the kanji that his Shard represents. If you have any questions, let’s chat! )
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    [personal profile] muchalucha 2023-03-12 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
    Then I’ll ask you a bunch of questions!

    [ Her response is immediate and cheerful as she laughs, though there is a pause as she takes the time to take a bite from her plate. It also comes with a happy little noise and a quiet “deliciosa”, but her attention stays focused and friendly. ]

    It was a very easy choice for me, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to learn more about it. “Meridian”, “Zenith”, they’re strange words for things, but they’re just the sun and the moon, yes? [ well, no, it’s more complicated than that, but this is how she chooses to simplify it in her brain… ] So I want to know what gets people to pick the moon over the sun!
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    [personal profile] muchalucha 2023-03-12 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Ah, be still her heart…!! Quetzalcoatl looks nothing short of delighted as her fellow fan is just as quick to be excited to jump into the right as she is. Her already sunny expression lights up further. ]

    Ahhh, mucho, mucho! [ She even gives a happy little clap of her hands like they’ve just agreed to something much cuter than probably bone breaking… ] I would love to fight if you do too! It’d be so nice, almost like stretching my legs after a long nap!

    [ Since that’s… kind of what waiting to be summoned is like… Or how she thinks of it, at least! ]

    Do we just go down to the ring? Or just hop over the barrier?! That would make the fight even more exciting to have surprise challengers!
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    [personal profile] helloween 2023-03-12 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Dark doesn’t expect an answer. His eyes widen when some vegetables are nudged his way by an earth god of another land. But it’s not as if he’d know. He looks from Zhongli’s wrist, follows up his arm, and finds that he’s a guy. Just a well-dressed civilian Ze-nite(???) guy. He has a cool earring though, honestly.

    There’s a quick moment as the wheels in his mind turn. He tries to decide if he wants to be offended or accept because Zhongli's gesture ironically also reminds him of Yoko and sets off Lucien’s needy kid lizard brain. God, god— no. For fuck’s sake!

    Here come the waterworks. Fat tears ready to fall, Dark sniffs snottily and groans at the same time. Gaah, how he hates sharing a soul with this little freak. ]


    Don’t need them.

    [ It’s defensive, like a child about to bawl. Dark tries to find something else to talk about to keep himself from crying. ]

    Tell me where you got your earring!
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    [personal profile] helloween 2023-03-12 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Dark squeezes his palm a couple of times and finds that the tit under it isn’t marshmallowy or soft. He watches Flamebringer without saying anything else, only visibly disappointed in his expression. Realizing he is somewhere that isn’t Metallicana, Dark strains and pulls his body and legs out of the ground. Loose soil around the edges is swallowed by the hole he leaves behind him.

    He doesn’t try sweeping the dirt off himself and stays filthy, caked like a freshly pulled vegetable. Is there a point? Needs a bath. ]


    You didn’t summon me, huh.

    [ Flamebringer is groveling on the floor like a worm, gasping Dark Schneider's name, or begging for him to save a kingdom. The hell is “Hi” and who does he think he's talking to?! ]
    helloween: do not use my icons. (000🫀)

    [personal profile] helloween 2023-03-12 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Oh. That turkey leg. Dark stops walking when he sees it, still and hyper fixated like a dog beneath a dining table. He looks back to the buffet he’d left as if maybe he’d missed that particular item, but only sees the empty tins and meat scraps he’d abandoned. So what the hell! The food here really hadn’t been that bad, but this elf kid (Dark’s brain: pointy ears + small = elf kid) had simply been hogging it all until now? ]

    Oi!

    [ He’s always been confrontational. Strangers in fancy gowns are looking up from their champagne flutes to peer over. ]

    You hogging the bird legs?!

    [ He looms over Link who’s sitting and casts a large shadow over him. ]
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    [personal profile] sharethememory 2023-03-12 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
    Then I shall do my best to provide you with answers.

    [ If Zhongli wasn't always a stickler for posture, this is when he would visibly relax. Alas. Though there is a small twitch of her smile as she eats. The food here is quite good, and he's pleased to see her enjoying it. ]

    I suppose for myself it is not a question of the sun versus the moon, though I'm curious to understand why you view it as such.

    [ The moon where he's from is unfortunately the remnants of a tragic tale and a dead god. ]

    I suppose the choice for me was do you think it is possible to chase the past without sacrificing the future? That answer was what ultimately led me to my decision.

    [ Which is probably an ironic question to ask a Servant, but here they are. ]
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    [personal profile] helloween 2023-03-12 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
    [ While Tohsaka wriggles within the hook of his arm, Dark completely fails to read the air— and unfortunately, even if he had been able to, he'd have ignored it anyway. He simply does not care and has decided that he is interested in Tohsaka. His now. Besides, look at that lovely smile she's giving him! She'll make a great addition to his harem. ]

    What's wrong, you forget something?

    [ While she tries freeing herself, he loosens his hold just slightly. It offers a faint promise of escape. ]

    Where's it at? I'll help you go get it.

    [ But then, worse than before, another arm scoops beneath the back of her legs to hoist her up bridal style. Women love that! He knows this because ladies in his old harem had fought for a turn to be carried around by him. ]

    ( sorry about him... )
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    [personal profile] fireballer 2023-03-12 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
    [diluc nods, taking a sip. it tastes as good as grape juice used mainly for mixers can get, he supposes. as a rich boy who runs a winery, he's used to finer, gourmet grape juices. this will suffice, though.

    he turns and there's a tiny spark of recognition from diluc as well, but there were so many faces at the party, it's difficult to say for sure. still, you don't necessarily need to know a person to get information from them. and this guy isn't openly hostile, so that bodes well.]


    Yes, it is quite nice to know that while many things are different here, some things remain the same.

    [he heaves a soft sigh - and it's real, because god damn it coming here and getting slapped with so much new information is sure a real thing. and with his sworn brother here as well, he'll need to make sure he makes all the right choices.]

    It's not everyday that you come crawling out from underground.
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    1/2

    [personal profile] sharethememory 2023-03-12 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Oh.

    Zhongli takes another slow blink.

    Oh.

    Perhaps this man had an unfortunate experience with vegetables. Zhongli can relate! Though the sight of seafood makes him more violent then teary. Each to one's own coping mechanisms -- as Zhongli swiftly slides the plate down the table and hopefully out of immediate sight.
    ]
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    [personal profile] sharethememory 2023-03-12 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
    Ah, this earring. Yes, it is quite a work of art.

    [ Zhongli tilts his head to one side so Dark can get a better view of it. ]

    The jade was carved by a member of the Yun family of Liyue - a prominent family of blacksmiths that date back over five centuries whose craft eventually turned to that of the opera and similar theater. The technique to craft it was quite revolutionary at the time, using the purer water of hydro slimes to---

    [ Zhongli can and will talk about the craftsmanship and history of the different components of his earring for a whole fifteen minutes if allowed. Quite an effective topic change.

    At some point, he'll even answer the actual question and mention that the earring is from his home world of Teyvat (so probably not much luck in obtaining another one.)
    ]
    cutlery: please do not take! (They Tim Tam Slammed.)

    highstorm ; fields of fantasia

    [personal profile] cutlery 2023-03-12 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
    [ For the most part, Highstorm and Springstar were both safe cities. Remarkably so, if Sebastian were to give his honest opinion on it, but he supposed that the more criminal elements found a better home in Kowloon than anywhere else… However, they weren’t completely without their dangers. They also weren’t completely without unusual ones, which is why Sebastian has somewhat taken it upon himself to overlook a particular part of Highstorm in particular once new Shard-Bearers arrived.

    The fields of purple flowers were lovely, true. Even in the snowy winter, they seemed unbothered by the weather. A shame, almost, for if they were to die off for a season, he wouldn’t miss their odd effects. So dutifully (as he studies a book idly), Sebastian has kept an eye on the fields. He sees some people come to view the flowers, but largely they move on. But eventually, he does notice one person that lingers.

    At least they’re easy to see, what with the bright coat, he supposes.

    Once he decides it’s likely time to intervene, he sighs, closes his book, and extends his umbrella to keep off the light snowfall. Into the flowers he goes, and once he’s within earshot, he calls out gently: ]


    Why, good evening. [ which, it’s always evening here but. Whatever!! ] I do apologize for interrupting, but this is not a good place to linger.
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    [personal profile] erbe 2023-03-12 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
    [Well then! He made quick work of that thing. Goodness, is he a monster? A human shaped monster. After catching her breath, Tohsaka smooths out her clothes. All prim-and-proper.]

    No, it didn't get a chance to touch me.

    [She may not have her powers, but she's not completely useless! Though if Dimitri hadn't stepped in she probably would have been outrun eventually.]
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    [personal profile] hurricaneofblood 2023-03-12 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
    [ For his credit, Flamebringer doesn't brush off his chest as soon as the dirt covered man stops fondling him. It's very whatever. ]

    I didn't.

    [ A simple answer with a small shake of his head. There is a lot about the world that he doesn't understand - or chooses to be purposely ignorant of for his reasons. But he attempts to explain as best he can; he opens his hands to make small circles with them as he gives a half-assed explanation. ]

    Your soul was pulled here. It doesn't necessarily mean that it'll remain tethered here, though, and I dunno the reasons for why it hangs here or not. But we're here and our physical bodies are only given shape due to a rock. [ It's a Shard, Flamebringer. ]

    That's as much as I've come to understand it, but really... all I care about is where my next fight is and who I can kill so. [ What he is saying may be complete and absolute bullshit. ]
    erbe: Two: take a good look all the way to my shoes (004)

    1/? bear with me also I apologize also he's hilarious rip both of them

    [personal profile] erbe 2023-03-12 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
    [He loosens his hold, good! Very good. She can work with this. At least he's being reasonab—]
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    [personal profile] fireballer 2023-03-12 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
    [diluc blinks. oh? someone from teyvat?

    he, too, takes another look, but it only confirms what he already knew: that he does not know this man. does not even have a passing feeling of recognition. which is, of course, completely reasonable. he may have seen many things throughout his journey around teyvat, but he most certainly did not meet everyone in existence. in fact, he mostly kept to himself.

    it just goes to show him what a complete stroke of luck that he and kaeya happened to be brought here.]


    Yes, actually. I am Diluc Ragnvindr, Master of the Dawn Winery.

    [and famous free wine provider for a certain bard most people should have at least heard of his name or his winery. he has international business partners, after all.]
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    [personal profile] erbe 2023-03-12 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
    [What's that? Off her feet? Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no.

    This is not reasonable. Opposite of reasonable. She stares up at him in shock for a moment before:]
    erbe: (108)

    okay 3 was enough i'm good

    [personal profile] erbe 2023-03-12 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
    What the hell are you doing?! Put me down! How dare you! Unhand me. Right now, do it. You will unhand me!

    [Tohsaka begins squiggling and squirming and kicking and writhing. Hell, if he doesn't let her down she has half a mind to pull his hair! As of now, though, she just makes a loud ruckus and tries to make it difficult for him to keep hold of her.]
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    i

    [personal profile] cutlery 2023-03-12 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
    [ This is a nearly familiar pattern at this point. A new crop of Shard-Bearers shows up all at once, and the two cities immediately get to “celebrating” them. Recruiting, more like, but… It’s not something Sebastian has particular investment in. The new Shard-Bearers will find their way to a faction sooner or later, and though he’s willing to be a bit of a guiding hand, his skill for persuasion tends to be useful a bit later as someone is uncertain of their choice.

    However, the actual celebrations were interesting, at least.

    He had attended Highstorm’s last time, so it only seemed fair to see what Springstar offered while he still could. He’s sure Zenites wouldn’t be welcome eventually. And indeed, clad all in dark colors (though matching the Meridian’s Greek aesthetic), he’s probably the most obvious Zenite here. He’s polite though as he merely watches and takes in the sights of Springstar’s effort, and his nonintrusive presence eventually brings the two of them to stand near each other, though he doesn’t acknowledge the young lady.

    At least, not until he hears a very distinct growl. ]


    Ah— Are the offerings not to your liking? [ Since, well, it’s free! It’s not like he’s getting any himself, but that’s for different reasons… ] Of course, do pardon me for the comment, but I could not help but to overhear, as it were.
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    [personal profile] helloween 2023-03-12 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Phew, close call. The conversation’s teetered away from things that remind Lucien of Yoko, and now instead he can focus on… opera. Something something hydro slime. He smears snot on the back of his sleeve, wiping and sniffing and sucking the tears back into his eyelids. He’s good now. All good.

    In fact, Dark hasn’t even really realized he’s pushed Zhongli’s old man ramble button, and finishes topping off his platter with the last piece of meat available.

    The two of them are a nightmare to whoever else is in line for the buffet, frankly. Dark is generous enough not to walk away mid-conversation right now despite not caring about the earring’s lore. He’s now standing and eating right here in front of the lineup. A spitting, beautiful image of masculinity and power.

    With a cheek full of ham when Zhongli finally, finally mentions Teyvat: ]


    Tho ’m not gettin’ one then.

    [ Chew, chew. ]