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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
    muchalucha: (pic#16286404)

    quetzalcoatl (rider) ; fate grand order ; meridian stargazer

    [personal profile] muchalucha 2023-03-10 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
    I. BEARING FRUIT (NEW)
    [ As you’re crawling your way out of the ground, a hand suddenly, strongly grabs onto your wrist to help pull you the rest of the way out. The dirt may be soft and hard to find grips in, but luckily the person that made it out a little bit before you is able to handle helping you out. As the dirt clears from your face and you look upon your savior, they are—!!

    …A very tall, very ripped, and very naked woman. Congrats?

    She’s still covered in dirt herself but doesn’t seem to mind it. Far from it since she instead looks deeply relieved that you’ve made it out. ]


    Ahhh, good! You’re alive! It’s one thing to be crawling out of the dirt, but seeing the hands sticking out, ay— What a rude summoning!
    II. BEARING FRUIT (OLD)
    [ Once several people have started to make their way out of the roots of the Tree, other Shard-Bearers start to show up to help out the newly arrived ones. So, as soon as someone that’s not covered in dirt appears, Quetzalcoatl absolutely shamelessly heads their way with an enthusiastic wave. ]

    ¡Hola! It doesn’t look like you were just underground, so! [ She laughs cheerfully as she gestures to her. Totally naked self. Help, ] Do you have some extra clothes? Or just some cloth? I’ll even just take the shirt off your back! Getting summoned isn’t that strange, but usually it’s the other person that’s naked.

    [ welcome to the fun game of “what the fuck are you talking about Quetzalcoatl” ]
    III. SPRINGSTAR ; COLISEUM
    [ A forum to exchange ideas? When there’s a coliseum in the city? Well. You can guess where the newest fight-happy god immediately ended up. She’s absolutely forgoing the forum completely in favor of a day of her particular flavor of fun!

    While Quetzalcoatl is raring and ready to get in the ring herself, there’s a certain level of respect that she gives to the fights taking place. Also, it’s good to get a sense of how seriously she’ll be able to take it when she does decide to participate! Humans were great! …But also really easy to break. So! It’s best to scope out the people that can take her punches and fight them instead!

    However, she’s also quick to fully get into the fervor of the matches. She’d started out watching politely and curiously but seeing that the fighters were actually quite good and varied in their skill level, she’d made her way down to some of the lower, rowdier seats. Maybe you’ve just gotten here and are trying to make it to a less rowdy spot, or maybe you’re just as inclined to be in the rowdy section yourself. Either way, the tall, blonde woman is enthusiastically shouting down to the fighters with nothing short of glee on her face. She’s having fun! ]


    ¡Fuera, fuera! Come on, break the rudo’s back!

    [ Maybe a little too much fun?! No, it’s fine, she’s probably not literal. But as the “face” does an especially showy move, she cheers, then looks to you with delight. ]

    Wow, they’re so good…!! Ah, I was worried Meridian wouldn’t have any fun warriors, but I’m so happy to be wrong! Can anyone fight? I want to go next!
    IV. HIGHSTORM ; PARTY CRASHER
    [ Quetzalcoatl does not do subterfuge. The very idea is laughable, to be honest, but especially so in Highstorm. Where Highstorm was a dark, rather dour city, Quetzalcoatl is tall, imposing, and above all, colorful! If there’s someone that looks very obviously to be an out of place Meri, it’s her.

    However.

    It doesn’t stop her from coming to partake of free food. Her appetite is near bottomless without a Master to supplement her Mana, and she is curious about this other side that she’ll apparently be fighting against. Everything about them reminds her of her brother and rival, so it prompts a spirit of competition, but also a certain softness. It would be one thing to be trading blows with Tezcatlipoca, but these were people, after all. So, she’s curious.

    There’s a (comically full) plate of food in her hands, but when she sees an opportunity to start a conversation, she’ll do so without any hesitation. ]


    So, are you Zenith? Or considering it?
    V. ALENROUX
    [ For a goddess of the Morning-star (and who had been the sun for a time, but), there was no choice with which faction to pick, really. Meridian may be a strange name for it, but when Quetzalcoatl had held her sunbeam in her hands, she had felt it with certainty: the warmth of the sun, the warmth of her own divinity. Her duty as a goddess was to the sun and to be sure its light always touched her people, that Coyolxauhqui, the moon, would never win her war against Huitzilopochtli, the sun.

    So, an invasion doesn’t bother her. She accepts the logic easily and without question. You have to fight to protect your people. It’s obvious! So, the newest god that’s pledged themselves to Meridian’s cause is enthusiastic in her help. ]


    A – DAYTIME
    [ Quetzalcoatl is a little disappointed that things aren’t quite as contentious once she actually gets to Alenroux since she may have been looking for a bit of a fight, so she’s taking it a bit easy for now. She’s strong, absurdly so, but not so great at building… In fact, she’s more likely to fuck it up, terribly. She knows herself, so she’ll take a more casual, protective role as one of the larger outposts is built. It doesn’t quite seem like it though since the outpost on top of a hill overlooks a field of hay about ready for harvest. She’s looking over the scenery with a warm, thoughtful smile and seems to be enjoying the view and its peace. Probably ironic, considering what’s being built so close by, but. That’s easy for a god to brush away.

    Though, as she realizes someone is nearby, her little reverie is broken, and she laughs bashfully as she gives a little wave. ]


    You caught me zoning out! Ah…

    [ She laughs, then as she lowers her hand to her side, it’s to then produce a bottle of what is probably liquor but there is also no label on it, so. Hm! ]

    Well, come join me! I got this little gift and shouldn’t drink it all by myself! We’ll celebrate their harvest soon!

    B – NIGHTTIME
    [ With the night comes creatures that need slaying, and Quetzalcoatl is all to happy to oblige. Whether you’re needing assistance or doing fine on your own, she’ll butt in all the same. Armed with her macuahuitl and chimalli, Quetzalcoatl appears with nothing short of a delighted laugh and catches the creature in the neck with her sword. Its tough enough to not immediately fall at her heavy blow, so she holds up the shield defensively as she pushes back harder. But, while she does, she gives a glance to you. ]

    Sorry, sorry, I was almost late!
    WILDCARD
    [ The usual of “you have another idea, hit me”. Additionally, beyond the super obvious ones, you can rollover the Spanish words for a translation! Quetz peppers Spanish into her speech very liberally, so. Similarly, if you’d rather me forgo the Spanish, just let me know and I’ll indicate things she says in Spanish like this. ]
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    jyn erso | star wars

    [personal profile] vallt 2023-03-11 12:13 am (UTC)(link)
    i. bearing fruit

    [she's never believed in the force; not really. there'd been the stories that her mother had told her once, long ago, ones that surface from the cave in her mind, splintering out from its cracks, every so often like half-remembered dreams, only to fade — if she doesn't manage to lock them away again first. and for years, there'd only been the stories, because —

    when it comes to survival, believing in anything at all, much less a story, is an indulgence at best and an excuse at worst. jyn erso has seen what people will do for a cause they believe in, has worn the scars of it.

    but in the final moments of her life, after hope had carried her to the place she'd needed to be, belief had greeted her. it'd felt as warm as the arms that had held her in her last, as calming as the voice of her mother whispering in her ear: trust the force. with nothing else left, she had, and she'd died at peace.

    only for that, too, to be taken from her. everything is always taken from her, in the end.

    and when she wakes, just as the voice that sounds nothing like her mother's, belief has burned out of her, leaving her with nothing but rage.

    it's rage that fuels her as she claws her way out of the dirt, choking and gasping for breath. it's rage that has her slapping away a hand that reaches for her, rage that has her baring her teeth, snarling as she says:]


    Don't touch me. I won't warn you again.


    ii a. springstar

    [if it weren't for the food, she'd regret being here. oh, would she regret it; the conversation drifting in from all around her ranges from painfully boring to worthy of eye rolling, and the one who'd introduced herself as kestrel rallik when asked had abandoned nearly all attempts at pleasantries that had stood between her and the food.

    jyn can't even remember how long it's been since she'd had a decent meal, and she's never one to waste an opportunity like this.

    plates are limited, they say, so, unfortunately, she has to try a track other than simply standing by the food. she takes to wandering, in between one painfully boring conversation and the next, and asks the first person she comes upon with a half-empty plate, with all the innocence she can muster (read: she's failing at this miserably):]


    Are you going to finish that?


    ii b. highstorm

    [a woman who calls herself tanith dawn, who is of course an entirely different person than kestrel rallik, is a guest at highstorm today. she's dressed formally enough to not stand out in any crowd of bodies milling about the tables of food.

    if one watches her for some time, they might notice a couple of things: 1) she appears quite uncomfortable with the formality, and can be seen fidgeting with her sleeves (and with the material at her chest, covering the unfamiliar crystal that now sits where her kyber once had) and shifting on her feet, and 2) she never drifts very far from the food tables.

    is that a third plate she's sneaking? no, of course it isn't. you've seen nothing.]



    wildcard

    [have another idea? wanna talk alenroux stuff? hit me up! you can find me with a pm to this journal or at [plurk.com profile] lensflares on plurk]
    Edited 2023-03-11 00:22 (UTC)
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    [personal profile] mensrea 2023-03-11 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
    Stiles—waves hand ambiguously—somehow learned about Obmen. In exchange for useful information, he would agree to work. What would he be possibly tasked with? How would those interactions go? (I'm not entirely sure what Stiles would ask yet, but they would definitely be very pricey questions regarding the faction leaders, the Oracles, previous generations of Shard-Bearers, etc.)

    If denied the potential to work for intel, Stiles might get aggressive (as aggressive as a mundane human teenager can get, at least). The broker's attendant could probably easily kick his ass LMAO. Or let me know if Stiles would get in trouble with whatever law enforcement exists in Kowloon.
    fireballer: (🔥 1)

    diluc ragnvindr | genshin impact

    [personal profile] fireballer 2023-03-11 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
    i. bearing fruit
    [when diluc emerges from the earth with a violent intake of air, he takes a moment to take stock of the strange situation he's found himself in. immediately, he determines that he is: 1) covered in dirt and sap, 2) shirtless for some reason, 3) branded by some sort of mark on his upper right bicep, 4) bearing some sort of crystal on his upper left bicep, and 5) without his vision. each new discovery of his present condition is increasingly alarming, and he has to take a deep breath to keep himself calm.

    inhale. exhale. this was no different from his times traversing the whole of teyvat, but returning to the comforts of Mondstadt had offset his feral caveman survival instincts a little. he just has to shift his thinking, approach this as if it were a few years ago when he'd always wake up somewhere new and unknown. this isn't, after all, the first time he's woken up half-naked and unafraid with nothing but his fists to protect himself.

    still, he feels none of the fuzziness in his mind despite not having his vision. strange and worth noting, on top of everything else weighing on his shoulders.

    he hears someone coming towards him, and he swivels to face the source, body defensive and ready to attack if needed. he doesn't say a word so as not to alert anyone potentially dangerous who may not have noticed him just yet.]

    ii. two cities
    [after attending the meet-and-greets for both cities (for which he only kept his eyes and ears open and did very little actual meeting or greeting), diluc has only one conclusion: both factions and cities are biased as hell, and if he wants something a little closer to the truth rather than the idealized versions of what they're trying to sell him, he has to dig into the underbelly of each society.

    unharmonized at this point until he gets the information he wants, he poses little threat to either faction and slips through either city, noticed but otherwise not given a second glance. when he enters the tavern for each respective city, he'll slide onto a stool, looking around for anyone suspicious from whom he can pry information on the true nature of both factions, and look back at the bartender.]


    One large grape juice.

    iii. para bellum - alenroux
    [but what better information hub than a largely neutral land? even after the occupation, it's surely recent enough that the residents have not yet been swayed by it. honestly - it may even sway them to view meridian unfavorably, in his own opinion. he's not sure what the leadership was thinking, but whatever. it doesn't concern him quite yet.

    he's alternating between sneaking around and attempting to blend into the populace, which is difficult due to his bright red hair and the general lack of people around compared to the cities. still he manages the best he can...

    ...and comes across someone else trying to do the exact same thing. he sighs.]


    I suppose this area isn't as secretive as I believed.

    iv. ol' reliable wildcard
    [diluc can generally be found wandering around alone trying to keep to himself and be unnoticed if you want to run into him.]

    [ooc | let me know if i got anything wrong lmao i'm trying to hurry so i can eat. pm me!]
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    [personal profile] withredallover 2023-03-11 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
    Quick question! I know the game is private and invite only, don't worry. The premise looks fun so I wanted to hit up the TDM anyway, but I see powers are nerfed on entry and wanted to clarify how to approach, in this case. Mostly I'm curious about nonhuman characters, I didn't see the subject on the FAQ, sorry if I missed it.

    This guy is a demon dog with a human form, so I just would like confirmation on what that might mean for him? Would he be stuck as a dog for all interactions where he's without powers? Possibly stuck as a human upon arrival and unable to turn back to his true form? Maybe still able to shift between the two but not use any of his other powers?

    Thanks!
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    Gavial | Arknights

    [personal profile] kinaesthesia 2023-03-11 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
    i. Arrival - Channel your inner Steve Irwin
    [Gavial’s never been one to put much stock into dreams. They’re usually silly or frivolous and trying to parse out anything deep from them always just felt like a waste of time. Maybe sometimes they’d be good for a laugh if she could remember it long enough, but generally they’re out of her mind once she’s up and ready to tackle the day. So the dream greeting her now of worlds ending and strangers compelling her to make a decision an what to do about it doesn’t really mean much to her outside of it feeling kinda… weird.

    Especially when she finds herself opening her eyes to whatever the hell this all is, covered in sap and cradled in leaves with a small chunk of what looks like Originium embedded the plant-like wall in the space just before her. Maybe it’s because this still feels weird enough to be a part of her dream, but something in her is compelled to grab it—what the hell can it do to her now, right?—and suddenly everything around her seems to come undone. The soft glow of the leaves go dim and the weight of the earth above suddenly comes pressing in, and it activates a primal need to scramble her way out as quickly as possible.

    Maybe you ventured here just in time to catch a new arrival and come forward to offer a hand that she’ll instinctively grab to help pull herself up. Or maybe you just stand there and watch as this woman, both her body and what little clothing she’s wearing covered in sap and dirt, scrambles out on her own. Either way, once she’s sufficiently unburied enough that she can fully move, she’ll take a breath and give you an uncertain glance—and that’s all the warning you’ll get before she launches herself up to tackle you down into the dirt with her, tail lashing behind her in irritation.]


    (ooc: preferably one person for this prompt, but hey im not gonna complain if multiple people want to wrestle the crocodile.)



    ii. Springstar - Would you perchance like to rumble?
    [Once she gets settled and attends at least one get-together where the big shots rattle off a welcome to this strange new world, it doesn’t take Gavial long to start exploring the cities. Springstar winds up her first destination mostly by chance, but after hearing about what the eternally sunny city has to offer, her soured mood begins lifting.

    Sure, there’s all the heavy stuff surrounding this whole world-has-ended scenario and these factions—and something about a war brewing? Whatever, it doesn’t matter; she can think more about that later. What she needs right now is to get her body moving, start shaking off some of that lingering weirdness she’s been feeling ever since she woke up beneath the dirt. And hell, there’s no better way to get her mind going than to get herself a workout first, right?

    So it’s no surprise she winds up exploring the streets of the Psychagogía district with one particular destination in mind. Still, the city is wholly unfamiliar to her, and instead of opting to wander aimlessly, she’ll reach out to clap a friendly hand on the shoulder of one hapless passerby (no, she is not watching her strength, sorry buddy.) and offer a greeting of a grin and a question.]


    Heya! Heard there’s some kinda fighting arena around this place—mind giving a gal some directions? [A beat follows as she gives you a quick looking over.] And whaddya say to a friendly sparring match?

    [Whether you look strong enough to be fun to fight or you look like you could use some exercise to toughen up, she’s not gonna be picky.]


    iii. Highstorm - Garden stroll brawl(?)
    [The day after Highstorm’s own little soirée, Gavial takes to exploring the more somber city as well. She’s looking a lot more subdued than she had during her first few days here, the implications of this whole situation really starting to sink in.

    It doesn’t help that it’s so damn cold in this city. She’s availed herself of a proper jacket and pants, but there’s a certain plain grumpiness to her features and the idle flick of her long tail as she explores the open parts of the gardens within the Greenwood Yards. It’s quiet and beautiful, and it makes a perfect place to hang out while she gets her thoughts in order.

    Well, the quiet is a bit relative. Her wanderings have come to a halt along one path as a series of raised voices catch her attention. There’s a commotion in front of one of the nearby greenhouses, where someone (hailing from Meridian, if their clothing’s any indicator) is arguing with a pair of greenskeepers. There’s a lot of shouting, a lot of passionate swinging of limbs, but so far the whole scene has remained civil beyond that.

    Maybe you’ve come to watch the unexpected show as well or are just passing by on a stroll of your own, but your presence nabs Gavial’s attention for a moment nonetheless.]


    Hey. [One quick word to get your attention, then she’s nodding her head towards the unfolding scene at the greenhouse.] How much you wanna bet they’ll be taking a swing at each other within the next two minutes?


    iv. wildcard
    I’m down for literally anything. Find her at either welcoming party or just wandering the cities somewhere or DM me here or ping me on the discord (this is thirteen!) if you wanna plan something specific!
    diversionist: (andor » finding bix.)

    highstorm

    [personal profile] diversionist 2023-03-11 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
    [ clothes were an important order of business for cassian, not long after waking at the tree. he'd had nothing but the remnants of the stolen uniform from scarif, what he'd died wearing. and that wouldn't do. he'd stuck out like a sore thumb, after all. but acquiring a fresh set of clothes hadn't extended to formalwear at the time, not when there was no need.

    there's need now. so he's found himself dark, finely cut clothes, moves through the crowd with the easy grace of someone who belongs in a venue like this. it'd be easy to dismiss the gatherings as frivolous wastes of time. but it goes against all of his spy's instincts to miss the opportunity to seek out information. they're willingly giving out intel, even. and of course, there's always just as much to be found from the tone of the crowd, from small talk, from the things people say when they think no one's really listening. when they have no idea who they're talking to. and there's another reason, too, why he's here. of course there is. he can't dismiss the possibility of a familiar face here, perhaps another survivor from scarif, perhaps an enemy, perhaps...

    his eyes land on jyn, and his breath seems to shudder in his chest. what he should do is confirm her identity. what he should do is draw her aside quietly so they can talk without making a scene. what he's been trained to do, what's been drilled into his bones, is making the smart, cautious move. he's crept through this world carefully, gathering information, keeping his secrets close to his chest. he should be careful. he,

    strides across the room as fast as his legs will take him, hand clamping at her shoulder like a man reaching for a life raft. the gauzy material under his fingers is a strange thing to see jyn wearing, but his eyes are only for her face, her eyes, drinking her in. ]


    Jyn.

    [ his voice is low, but crackles with intensity. ]

    How long have you been here?
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    V - A

    [personal profile] wolof 2023-03-11 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
    Celebrating early, are we?

    [ Akua herself had been spending Very little time idle since the invasion began. How could she not, given that this was exactly the sort of thing that she was invested in. She had just moved away from a few builders, after giving them a few ideas about the fortifications -- dig deep, she'd advised -- before her head tipped to the unfamiliar woman who was... day drinking.

    Ah, some things never changed, and someone day drinking was not as offensive a thing as most would find. In fact, with a look toward the builders, and deciding that her advice was done, Akua moved to join her.
    ]

    I didn't mean to catch you unaware. What do you have?

    [ She eyed the bottle curiously. It wasn't labeled, so of course her first thought was that it was poison.

    That's because Akua is a Very Normal Person.
    ]
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    ᴡɪʟᴅᴄᴀʀᴅ ▸ a gradient eclipse, at the manor's courtyard.

    [personal profile] subsist 2023-03-11 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
    [ There isn't a day that goes by where Kaeya doesn't check the precious Shard he'd been gifted by the Matron so many months ago. It has been the only thing that kept him going as of late, so imagine his surprise when one morning, he discovers it to be missing. No matter where he looked, every nook and cranny of his humble home upturned and searched twice, he can't find it anywhere. After Rosaria's disappearance, he tries not to assume the worst possible outcome, but since he lacks the courage right now, he doesn't go to the Tree of Life immediately.

    It takes a while longer for him to leave his house, and when he does, he has an ornate box in his hands, emblazoned with rubies and gold, made out of strong oak. There might be a split-second where his expression fades into something muted and lost, a melancholic demeanour that's quite different from how he usually is, but it's there and gone within the next moment. He retreats to a small corner of Yima's garden where a bundle of Cecilias have started to surround it in full bloom. To think that it's been a while since she once told him to build a beautiful garden and now he's thinking of ruining it.

    For what? A burial, probably, but he knows he's being overdramatic.

    Once he checks the Tree for any signs of where the Shard could be, then he can put his theories to rest and figure out where to go from there. That's all he has to worry about for now.

    So he turns around, ready to head for the Cornerstone that will take him to the island where the Tree is situated at, only to catch sight of a familiar shade of bright red hair that burns as brightly as the sun. He almost drops the box he's holding onto. He must look like an idiot with the way he's struggling to get out something — anything at all — to say. And how sad is it that the very first thing he thought of how this must be a dream.

    Because there's simply no way — ]


    Diluc...?

    [ — could be standing there right in front of him. ]
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    [personal profile] hyperpotamous 2023-03-11 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
    In with the questions already! I have no idea if any of the mods are canon familiar so I will do my best to explain.

    So, John can sense thalergy (life energy) and thanergy (death energy) as well as souls and ghosts and such; here is a wiki link! Most notably, things give off a burst of thanergy when they die. He can also examine objects necromantically to learn more about them in detail. Now, obviously, I don't want him to figure out too much too easily, and part of the way I'm nerfing his abilities is to dull his senses because the Shard is really screwing with his everything, but I figured this might be a useful skillset in Blight studying things!

    Anyway! My question is: what would the Blight look or feel like to someone who can sense that sort of thing? It "steals time", but when things rot are they actually dying, or is there some other mechanic at work?

    Thanks!
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    highstorm

    [personal profile] zauneyete 2023-03-11 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
    [ You know what stands out the most? It's the fact that she never drifts from the food table, and secondly, that she's snuck a third plate of food. There's a certain hungry desperation that comes from starving and living without that he picks up on it immediately. He also isn't exactly subtle, so unfortunately, Jyn will notice the unblinking eye focused on her.

    After the third plate is achieved, and probably after Jyn's gotten about half of that one, he finally spoke up.
    ]

    It's not going anywhere, you know.

    [ He says, his tone not quite mocking, but it's nearly there. ] Hard to believe though it is.
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    [personal profile] fireballer 2023-03-11 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
    [these cities are massive, and yet he still hasn't found a discarded shirt or anything to cover himself up or clean the dirt and sap from his hair and skin. it's not that he's embarrassed to be seen like this, and he doesn't care if it's improper. but without his vision heightening his body heat, it's a little colder than usual within the perpetual night and man his nipples could cut diamonds at this point.

    perhaps he shouldn't have been so quick to leave the tree.

    but diluc has never been a man of what-ifs or reminiscing on what could have been. he forges onward, takes random turns and does not admit he has no idea where he's going, when fate brings him to a familiar face.

    in the end, it's always him, isn't it?

    he is notedly not in the same state as diluc. in fact he looks as if he's been here at least longer than diluc, holding some sort of box and looking surprised to see him. normally, diluc would be suspicious, unsure if the kaeya he's seeing is actually kaeya, especially in a seemingly entirely different world with all sorts of magicks he doesn't know about. but-- well, the expression says it all.

    what an unexpected expression on a familiar face. diluc doesn't know what to think about it. why does kaeya look as if he's seeing a ghost? should he be glad to see another familiar face so they could get out of here together? they may not be on the best terms at this point, but they've collaborated on enough things in the past that their relationship is cordial.

    diluc shifts.]


    Are you going to stand there and gawk all day?
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    [personal profile] vallt 2023-03-11 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
    [there's nothing that will come between her and what she's, again, pilfered from this spread.

    jyn doesn't feel particularly guilty about it; if they didn't want people to take it, they shouldn't have been stupid enough to leave it out. plain and simple. there are a couple of men standing by the corner on the opposite side of the table watching her, she thinks — and she catches them narrowing their eyes at her judgmentally on occasion — but they certainly wouldn't come between her and the pile of food she's put together into something of a sandwich. she even looks them directly in the eye as she takes a massive bite out of it, just to prove a point.

    no, there's nothing.

    until there's a voice in her ear, which causes the plate to slip from her fingers.

    a part of her, still carrying some last stubborn vestige of hope that had refused to die, had looked for him in the hours after she'd woken. the others, too, but him most logically, because he'd been with her at the last — and he'd come back, not just once; if she could still be standing, so could he. no matter what reality had told her, what reality has always told her, that hope is as dead as the cold weight sinking in her heart, she couldn't bring herself to let go of it, in the end.

    breath catches in her throat; her heart thumps so loudly she can barely hear anything else around her. she turns, slowly, and — ]


    Cassian, [is all she can manage to say for the moment, barely above a whisper, taking him in —

    before her arms are around him in an instant, tears she isn't able to blink back falling as she clutches onto him tightly.

    against him, she tries again:]
    A few days. I —

    [her breath hitches, cutting her off, and she doesn't finish.]
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    [personal profile] vallt 2023-03-11 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
    [it's not that she hadn't noticed the man nearby with the unblinking eye contact; any idiot with half a sense of situational awareness could pick up on that. she just hadn't particularly cared about his presence.

    honestly, it's barely even worth acknowledging him when he speaks to her. for a few seconds, she weighs it, seriously considers ignoring him for the remainder of time, but something in his tone gets under skin. that has her turning toward him, both brows raised as she evaluates.]


    And you're one of the ones leaving it alone, out of the goodness of your heart? [she doesn't bother to hide any of the sarcasm dripping from her own voice.] How generous.
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    [personal profile] subsist 2023-03-11 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
    [ In the end, it's always like this.

    Kaeya reaches the point where it feels like he's at the end of his rope, and then somehow, one way or another, Diluc manages to find him he spirals even further. It has been almost a year since he first crawled out of a crystalline prison and was told that his world no longer existed. That everyone he loved and adored were gone, swallowed whole by a void that was inescapable.

    The story didn't change when he first awoke underneath Yima's manor. And ever since then, it feels like he's just simply been existing — one step forward followed by another. Point A to Point B. Some days, it's difficult to remember what he is supposed to be fighting for, but all it takes is one look at the Shard once locked away in this box, and then he remembers. That's right, he would tell himself; Because of him, I have to keep going.

    His father once said that he should aim to lead a life like those who blaze like fire, but lately, he knows that he was doing the exact opposite. He'd crumbled into ash and dying embers, but what better way to reignite that flame than by leading him to the only one who could ever inspire to do better? ]


    I thought... [ His mouth feels like cotton. His words smell like smoke. He holds onto the box even tighter than before — almost desperate. ] I thought I would never see you again, so I...

    [ He doesn't move an inch from where he stands.

    Surrounded by cecilias, Kaeya remains rooted in spot, unaware that he started to cry. ]
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    [personal profile] diversionist 2023-03-11 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
    [ he doesn't even notice the clatter as the plate, and her food, hit the ground.

    of course he doesn't. he couldn't tear his eyes away from her if he tried. instead, he watches as recognition lights in her eyes, as shock and grief and he's not sure what else plays across her face. feelings he understands all too well in this moment, overcome at the sight of her. he'd looked for her. he'd hoped. he'd tried not to, tried to be cold and rational, but looking at her now —

    his arms wrap around her even as she holds onto him, pulling her close, closer. not making a scene be damned; he can't bring himself to remember, or care, that there's anyone else in this room. even as she squeezes the breath out of him, he crumples into her; head falling to her shoulder, face pressing into her neck, breathing her in. she doesn't smell like the brine or sand of scarif, and he's grateful for that. it makes this moment feel more real, less like some wild dreaming wish, despite the strangeness of these circumstances. ]


    I'm sorry I wasn't there to find you.

    [ a few days. she's been here, alive and breathing, for a few days. and he hadn't known it, except for a chance meeting here. he could've found her days ago, they could've... hard to follow that train of thought when his own breathing is an uneven, shuddering thing. he hasn't let his thoughts stray past the practical considerations for more than a week now. take the problems in front of him and solve them, or begin to understand them, act like an operative for all that he had no one to report to, no one to share his information with. no allies, no cause. no reason to be alive. and somehow, not for the first time, jyn has effortlessly given him something to hold onto. ]
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    ii - let's say highstorm!

    [personal profile] zauneyete 2023-03-11 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Now see, here is the thing. Someone like Diluc stands out. Maybe it's the red hair, or maybe it's the fact that someone with an unblinking eye knows exactly who this is. It helps that he's had a nice little part of Kaeya's memories beared open to him, and he knows, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that the red-haired man that had barely spoken to anyone at the event earlier in Highstorm, was absolutely someone of note.

    So he'd kept an eye open (lol lmao) for the sight of him afterward, not willing to approach during the gathering -- but Diluc is free to notice the weight of an eye on him, watching from the shadows. If it glows from the shadows, well, all the more intimidating, yes? Silco himself left soon after (did he feel angry?) but resolved to find the boy later, and figure out what his presence meant. (For Kaeya? No, he'd drawn a line in the sand, hadn't he? That Kaeya was merely a protégé, and he had spoken that into existence. There was no going back from that, was there?)

    He couldn't help but meddle, though. He would talk to Kaeya... later. He had no doubt that the boy would seek him out, but when Silco stepped into the bar from the bitter cold -- and happened to see Diluc sitting there, and that was his name, he remembered -- he stepped forward to the bar with meandering steps. Indirect.

    Although... the force of his unblinking gaze was obvious, from across the room, until he stood next to Diluc, smelling of stale, foul cigars, and the lingering scent of... something else (the lingering smoke of countless other intoxicating substances hung on him like a second skin these days) before he spoke up and ordered a whiskey from the bartender.

    Casually, tipped his head to look at the other man, a smirk.
    ]

    Ah, you're new, are you not? I saw you at one of the parties.

    [ A pause, and he took a sip of his newly-arrived drink. Noted what the man had for himself. It did not look alcoholic. His tone was idle as he spoke, borderline on friendly, although with Silco, there was always the air of something dangerous there, like balancing on a knife's edge. ]

    Settling in okay?
    Edited 2023-03-11 03:26 (UTC)
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    [personal profile] fireballer 2023-03-11 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
    [he hasn't seen kaeya cry since they were children, when kaeya was so small and scared, when his clothes looked like they could swallow him up if diluc didn't hold tightly onto him. the sight hits diluc like a mitachirl swinging his axe, and it's instinct that moves his legs forward, searching kaeya for any injury as if it were anything physical, like when kaeya scraped his knees and wept until diluc kissed it better.

    there's no wound for him to sooth this time.

    he takes kaeya by the shoulders, hoping he can discern who the hell told kaeya these lies just by looking into his eye. his expression firm but his tone uncharacteristically gentle, he asks:]
    Who told you that? I'm here now, aren't I? Don't believe such lies so easily.

    [he's out of practice, but he tries to console the best he can with the words he thought he'd lost long ago. truly, he hadn't seen kaeya so much as sad since he returned to mondstadt. kaeya was careful in his portrayal, carefully crafted so as to be friendly but remain distant. even with their strained relationship, diluc could see that much.

    but to see him in a moment of vulnerability like this- well, diluc has spent his entire lifetime protecting kaeya during these moments, and the mere sight of it sparks his muscle memory. all thoughts of cordiality and tense relationships and spies and rainy nights are but flickers of thoughts compared to the heavy reality of kaeya before him, looking just like he had the night he was found.

    softer, almost an afterthought, he says:]
    Who did this to you...?

    zauneyete: (I'm still around bitches)

    [personal profile] zauneyete 2023-03-11 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Silco tugged at the flaps of his jacket, to open them, as if to display the -- frankly remarkably skinny -- frame underneath. ]

    Does it look like I need it?

    [ Actually...

    His lips quirked, regardless. Maybe it's fake, but he doesn't outwardly take any offense to the sarcasm dripping from her tone. Maybe it's because he'd seen that guy react to her, had seen the way he'd reached out immediately and practically had a meltdown in her arrival -- How dare anyone get someone that they want here -- but his tone and smile are in place, sleazy though they are.
    ]

    I'm just saying that it's good to slow down, or not. You don't have to take my advice. It's only a... gentle suggestion.
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    iii

    [personal profile] hyperpotamous 2023-03-11 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
    Wouldn't that be convenient...

    [ he sounds like he's considering a suggestion instead of answering a question, but after a beat, he responds like he's actually present. ]

    A distraction would make it a lot easier to get in there, after all.

    [ john harmonised with the meridian as soon as he had the chance because wandering around here all squishy and powerless just wasn't an acceptable option for him. the unfortunate consequence of this is that now he's not allowed to go in, and look at their fancy(?) plants; it's not worth starting trouble over himself, but he wouldn't squander an opportunity if it presented itself.

    he finally takes a good look at who he's talking to, brows lifting in a way that really emphasises the silent question in his expression. they don't have crocodile people where he's from, but he's in no position to judge anyone else's look with his eerie black-on-black eyes. ]
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    [personal profile] fireballer 2023-03-11 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
    [ah, so the man with the heaviest gaze he'd ever met decided to come to diluc rather than the other way around. in some ways, it's easier, diluc doesn't have to try to find a conversation hook to get his information (he was never, ever as good at it as kaeya, who seemed to be able to talk to anyone effortlessly). on the other hand, it means the other man wants something from him as well. the man wouldn't have stared at him all day otherwise. the only problem is...

    ...diluc has never seen this man in his entire life.

    (the smell of cigars, though, sparks a memory of his own father. the whiskey, too. but wowee is that where the similarities stop.)

    he nods in greeting and takes a sip from his juice. he knows how this works, though he'd never go as far as what kaeya does to get information. and he doesn't even know the half of it - all he knows is that kaeya flirts and plies his marks with alcohol. form a rapport, then give and take whatever intel they have. even if he has NO idea what this man wants from him, which is a problem of its own. especially with such a friendly but deadly tone. what the hell is this guy's beef...]


    Yes, I arrived not too long ago. I'm afraid there's been a lot to take in, though. [he turns his body toward the stranger, open to conversation but still wary of what unknown baggage he may have.] Especially concerning the factions.
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    ii. two cities ❖ highstorm

    [personal profile] sharethememory 2023-03-11 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Contrary to the others, this grandpa doesn't recognize Diluc at all. Not a single clue to who this young man may be. Zhongli has just noticed that there have been more than a few new faces that look slightly more awestruck, confused or cautious (well, there was always reason to be cautious) around and wondered if perhaps a new batch of Shard Bearers had been awaken.

    Well, only one way to find out. And since he had been graced with a warm welcome, there was no reason to not pay such kindness forward.

    Diluc's choice of drink only further reinforced this choice. Good taste, sir. Very good taste.

    So with a smile, Zhongli will gently catch the bartender's attention with a raised hand before ordering a tea for himself. Extra strong. He gestures to the currently vacant stool next to Diluc.
    ]

    Would you mind if I took this seat?
    wolof: (Coy)

    ii

    [personal profile] wolof 2023-03-11 04:44 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Akua very nearly starts at the strong fingers on her shoulder, and she tipped her body to see who it was that (dared to) touch her. Her lips were firm, a near-hostile look on her face, until -- she noticed who it was -- and her eyes softened slightly, curious. Maybe it was because she was pretty, or maybe it was because she noticed what the woman was asking for. Since Akua clearly looks... like not a fighter, the second question forced her to raise her brow. ]

    I can certainly take you there, but... I'm afraid I'm not much for fighting in the coliseum.

    [ A beat. ] Well, not unless they allow for magic duels, but those do get rather dangerous for the crowds. Perhaps I could watch you fight, instead?

    [ A quirk of her lips into a smile, a friendly one -- almost flirty. ]

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