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beleos ([personal profile] beleos) wrote in [community profile] kenosooc2023-06-23 03:39 pm

JUNE 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.

However, for those who have attended such events in the past, they'll note a marked difference—Only newly arrived Shard-Bearers and members of the faction are welcome. If you're a member of the opposite faction, you'll be questioned and ultimately turned away. If you want to join the party, you'll have to be a little sneakier, it seems.

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 mild winters-- fruits and wines, savory smoked meats and roasted vegetables, and large bowls of soups like youvarlakia and fasoalda have been lain out to encourage forum participants to snack as they speak. The atmosphere is ambient with informality and friendliness, though topics will inevitably stray towards philosophic or political, Springstar's meeting grounds are decorated with handsome chaise lounges and slouching klismos chairs in small, intimate groupings. This is a forum in the classical sense, where people are encouraged to speak freely, no matter the topic.

However, there’s a little tension in the air at this particular gathering. Whether you’ve recently arrived or you’ve been here nearly a year, it’s not hard to figure out—Meridian has just lost the Iconoclast Oracle, and though the Blight (see below) is improving, letting such an important things slip through their fingers again is painful. Without the Oracles, they’ll never see home again, after all. Yet to make matters worse, Meridian lost an unknown but not insignificant amount of its Shard-Bearers to Zenith’s sway. Even in the Seat of the Tribune, it’s not hard to overhear conversations about “what should be done to ensure they win the next Oracle” or questioning “if Tribune Cyrus is really up to the task.”

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. Yet, as you look, you’ll see that the selection is also quite interesting. The foods and drinks on offer are from a multitude of worlds, and so you may find a new favorite! Or something not suited to your palate at all. It’s at least a chance to be adventurous.

The mood of Highstorm is subdued as always, but still seems to be pleasant and joyous thanks to claiming the Iconoclast Oracle. Again, it’s worth noting, as the Oracle was contested and therefore rightfully theirs in the first place. Congratulations are given to more senior Shard-Bearers for their efforts, and those who have just arrived may be regaled with stories of bold heroism at the first battle in the Scorching Isles or stories of wits and cleverness at its reclaiming last month. However, these stories aren’t always true, exactly, as only the Shard-Bearers have been present for either conflict. It seems they’re getting a bit of mythology built around them by the public.

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 (CONCLUSION)

The Blight, a strange, time-related disease that had been ravaging Highstorm and Springstar both is finally being addressed concretely thanks to the efforts of a few Shard-Bearers (game-locked log) and unknowingly, of Aetós. While the cities are both still affected by the Blight, it’s now on the mend as the knowledge gained in the Scorching Isles is applied. For living things, a vaccine and medicinal potion has been developed, and for the environment, a technique has been developed to reverse the effects. Efforts are ongoing for each to eliminate the Blight from the cities entirely.
FURTHER DETAILS
  • Though the two cities are at war over the Oracles, the Blight is an area in which they’re unified because of the level of threat it presents to everyone. As such, the people of Highstorm and Springstar will both gladly accept help in distributing vaccines/potions or purifying the Blight from objects, regardless of their faction.
  • Distributing the vaccines and potions is quite standard, should you wish to assist with that effort, but both cities are offering monetary incentives for anyone willing to collect or donate its most important ingredients: gold, silver, or platinum (if you’re willing to kindly donate objects containing these materials to the cause), Turquoise Vitalia (a flower that grows in the highlands of World’s Edge), and Blue Lotus (a flower that’s springing up and growing rapidly near bodies of water in Highstorm).
  • You can also assist by purging the Blight from inanimate objects that are under its effects. Any Shard-Bearer who has Harmonized can be taught the process by some of the more senior NPCs that are in the bodies of government, but the basic process is simple. It requires a member of each faction, and similar to the purification of Discord, you’ll both push your faction’s energy into the object. As the process starts, you’ll innately sense that there’s a stronger presence of one energy over the other, and you’ll work together to equalize the energy.

CITIES IN RUINS

As part of the disastrous side effects of the Blight once ravaging the cities, large vines and roots have torn through the cities. This has created zones in them that are now uninhabitable because of collapsed buildings (which can be viewed for Highstorm and Springstar). There are efforts to rebuild both cities that are ongoing, but the unusual weather effects that were witnessed seem to be a bit more intense after a new batch of Shard-Bearers have arrived. This “unusual weather” can be pockets of thunderstorms of flurries, but they always carry additional effects such as (but not limited to) causing one to hear voices from the past or future, visual or auditory hallucinations of themselves from different timelines, pockets of space where old injuries, illnesses, or previously known physical conditions are re-experienced as if their body is going back in time. However, there are some new oddities that are also present...
FURTHER DETAILS
  • You may see ghostly specters of Shard-Bearers who have come and gone. Sometimes, they seem to notice that you’re there and flee deeper into the districts and disappear. Other times, they just go about what seems to be daily life in the district, though things don’t always match up. They might be leaning against a counter that’s no longer there, for example. Very rarely, you might even find one that you can have a conversation with, though not for long.
    • OOC, if your character is one that you’ve dropped, feel free to have them make a cameo reappearance. This is more a chance to give a little hello (or farewell!) to CR and is totally optional. We ask that you not make a toplevel for them (unless you’re planning on reapping them), but we’ve made a toplevel for these kinds of interactions here. We also encourage you to give some friendly (or maybe not so friendly) hauntings to new players!

POLITICAL TURMOIL

After new Shard-Bearers arrive and settle into their new homes (so much as they can), those that frequent Springstar will see that the tension of the welcoming forum wasn’t a one-off. Meridian is a faction with opinions and ideals that are as diverse as the worlds people hail from, and so not all are happy with Tribune Cyrus’s performance in leading the faction to lose the same Oracle twice. Debates spring up in restaurants and bars, but it’s only aided by two notable Springstar residents encouraging such debates. Desmond Ó Ruadháin and Agapitos Voreen both draw crowds in public places as they speak to the people that gather. Their talks are peaceful and encourage people of Springstar to talk amongst themselves… But they’re also distinctly political about the future of Meridian and Springstar.
FURTHER DETAILS
  • Desmond is the foreman who oversees how the unique architecture of Springstar is made, and as such as a deep connection and investment in peoples’ home worlds. When Desmond speaks, he brings people together and tells stories from his homeland and well as from others that he’s heard. It’s something he encourages for those gathered, though it does make the sting of the loss of the Oracle more worrying. If Meridian doesn’t get the Oracles, then they’ll never see home again. There’s an undercurrent in his speeches that having been born here and to a noble family that’s living in Springstar for generations, Cyrus can’t truly understand the stakes here. He may be a good Tribune during peace, but this is war.
  • Voreen is a businessman whose family owns several large shops throughout Springstar, and as such has a deep connection to the city and its people. When Voreen speaks, he brings people together by focusing on how Springstar itself is almost a miracle, and how it’s brought people from all walks of life together. His gatherings encourage people to get to know each other and to learn more about the people and the worlds they come from, since he deeply believes that the diversity of experience and knowledge is Meridian’s strength (…and frequent cause of arguments, it’s true). There’s an undercurrent in his speeches of a deep distrust of Zenith and especially of Yima. Anyone that offers you exactly what you want always has strings attached, right? Cyrus is too conciliatory towards Yima, and it makes Meridian as a whole seem weak. He may be a good Tribune during peace, but this is war.
  • This is also a situation that Yima is well aware of, and she’ll send a brief message to Zenite Shard-Bearers to inform them of the unrest brewing in Springstar… And that for those with a deft hand for such matters, it’s a good opportunity to encourage this unrest in whatever way they see fit. She makes it clear that if Springstar is busy with internal politics, it’ll be much easier to stop their occupation of Alenroux as well as ensuring that the city itself may not be able to provide resources or backup to its Shard-Bearers in the fights for the Oracles.

SMALLER CHANGES

PASTORAL PEACE (ALENROUX) Thanks to the ongoing efforts of both Shard-Bearers and Springstar’s military forces, Alenroux is now a much safer place to stay at night. While the threat of creatures roaming its lands isn’t negligible, the Southern portion of the island (close to the main Cornerstone) is now a place that can be inhabited by those willing to make the effort. Think of living there as being similar to living on the frontier—you have to build your own place to live and once night falls, you’re essentially on your own to protect yourself. Creatures will naturally gravitate towards anyone that chooses to set up a residence there as if they’re drawn to the life force, but so long as a home is well-fortified, it should be safe during the night. However, this does not apply the further North you go.

That said, while the people that work in (or just generally really like) Alenroux may be grateful to Springstar for its help in this regard, it does now seem unnecessary… Which is in large part thanks to Zenite efforts to undermine Springstar’s occupation. As a small town starts to be built around the Cornerstone, Springstar’s military or those that have been seen supporting it are treated with suspicion, if not openly told to leave. While the burgeoning community of Alenroux can’t said to be pro-Zenith (yet?), they’re definitely leaning decidedly anti-Meridian.

THE BALANCE OF POWER (KOWLOON) For those that have been in Kenos for a while and frequented the underground city of Kowloon, it’s been clear for a while that the drug den and bar Draumahol is under new management. Or, should we say, Draumah👁l? The establishment is now very openly owned by Silco, but anyone who spends enough time in the city to learn about its loose form of governance would also pick up that this means Silco has likely scooped up a position on the city’s “council”, though concrete confirmation of that is still hard information to get.

However, in a definitely unrelated point (it’s not), Meridian characters may find themselves running into more difficulty while in Kowloon. There’s no open hostility or even widespread distaste. It might seem more like bad luck unless Meri talk amongst each other. They may be more likely to be pick-pocketed or mugged, may find that some shops offer an arbitrarily higher price to them, etc. These are all free for players to decide, but should be on the level of being unlucky or a particularly bad day down in Kowloon rather than anything more serious.

OOC NOTES
  • Welcome to Kenos! As a reminder, all new players need an invite to apply to the game, which are now open. If you've previously gone through our invite process, you do not need to do so again, that said!
  • 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.

  • 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, all locations are listed here, but to make it even quicker! Highstorm + Springstar.
  • 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!
  • Finally, while absolutely not required for the TDM, if you'd like to get a headstart on catching up on the events of the game so far, we highly recommend giving the Plot So Far timeline a read. New players have found this page very helpful in orienting themselves within the game and its ongoing plot!

  • CODING
    alliterating: (005)

    [personal profile] alliterating 2023-06-24 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
    [ Senti scoffs. ]

    They're probably just griping about him. Look, who even knows what the "proper channels" are for this place?

    [ Yes, she did air quotes. ]

    Maybe this is just how these people figure out who's in charge.

    [ Probably not, but she doesn't want to think too hard about it. ]
    warmare: (渡す)

    [personal profile] warmare 2023-06-24 04:33 am (UTC)(link)
    What are the Tribune's orders concerning the future of the Alenroux occupancy?

    Is the military (and shard-bearers working with/for the military) receiving any new orders, or are they just being told to continue as they were?

    Also, if shard-bearers try to bring up concerns re: the anti-military surge, would that go anywhere military-chain-wise or would they just be deflected?
    cattish: (i don't run around in circles)

    shijima kurookano • nabari no ou • harbinger, zenith

    [personal profile] cattish 2023-06-24 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
    I. BEARING FRUIT;

    A. [ whether you are a new soul to Kenos or an established resident searching through the arrivals, what you likely expect to see emerging from the earth is a hand much like your own – someone reaching for salvation, or clawing their way from the grave. another person, or person-shaped existence, who has come to join the ranks of the Shard-Bearers. at the very least, someone you can communicate with, once you pull them out of the roots.

    instead, what breaks through the soil is a small, white cat's paw, claws extended and flailing blindly for purchase. don't get swiped. ]


    B. [ for those unfortunate enough to wake later than this wretched creature, your own grasping hand is met not by the comfort of another's, but the sharp sting of a cat digging its claws into your skin. sorry about the unpleasant entrance to a new world! ]

    II. TWO CITIES;

    A. [ choosing a side is not difficult in the least for Shijima, and it's a decision she makes as soon as the question is posed—for access to the tenpenka, if nothing else. she's spent most of her long existence in the shape of a cat, but the convenience of a human face cannot be denied in a situation like this. especially without the bird around to play the human role. (she keeps his Shard on a necklace out of spite, and fancies that he can still hear her complaining.) aligning herself with Zenith is the natural direction to take, given her one and only desire, and she feels no pull towards Meridian in the least.

    she is a cat, though, and curious by her nature. this is an excellent opportunity to observe people and what makes them tick; what they are willing to fight for, and what they choose to sacrifice.

    in Springstar, Shijima can be found as a cat, sleeping on a chaise or stealing food from the tables, or as a human – a young child with bright yellow eyes and a mass of long, curly white hair – who sweeps through the building with aloof confidence and engages scholars in philosophical debate. currently, the conversation is: ]


    Is there really such a difference between yourselves and those in Zenith? I'd say it's simply a question of what a person is willing to sacrifice – you are equally depriving them of something, after all, just as they would cast your homes to oblivion.

    B. [ those in Highstorm are not her compatriots or allies, as the only soul that shares her path is the one that now hangs around her neck; she observes them with no less indifference than she does those in Springstar. Shijima shuns their welcome and their celebrations, and she has little patience for stories of recent victories.

    as a cat, Zenith Shard-Bearers will have to deal with her climbing them to find herself a warm perch on their shoulder where she can listen to conversation without having to be involved. as a human, she sits at the edge of the reflecting pool with her feet bare and her legs in the water up to her knees, still so as not to disturb the surface, and she watches the memories of others as they pass in voyeuristic silence. if her own appear, she simply disrupts the water with a flick of her foot and heaves a sigh: ]


    I have no use for nostalgia. Anyway, that was an ugly death. Show me a better one.

    III. BAD WEATHER;

    You there.

    [ there is still a chill in the air following a flurry that subsided not even half an hour ago – the sort that swept through the city, whether Highstorm or Springstar, and left its mark on the people it touched: old aches and wounds reappearing like they had been waiting beneath the skin. perhaps you are helping others, perhaps you are tending to your own injuries, when a small foot nudges at your side, and you turn to find Shijima's unsettling eyes staring back at you.

    she's holding a severed arm in her hand. her own severed arm, judging by the absence on one side of her body. ]


    Lend me your assistance. It's quite difficult to reattach this to myself with only one hand, you know.

    IV. WILDCARD;

    [ hiiiii it's isa. if you wanna hit me up for anything else, go for it! as always you can find me @ phaseblast on plurk or discord. ]
    Edited 2023-06-24 06:42 (UTC)
    damnpire: (pic#12042624)

    D | Vampire Hunter D | Advocate ❈

    [personal profile] damnpire 2023-06-24 07:06 am (UTC)(link)
    1 ❈ Out of the Grave
    a. [The soil is soft and pliant, but suffocating. Excavating out of it is tough, a struggle up until a few fingers break free to the air.

    An arm plunges up to the elbow into the dirt beside whoever is coming out. It grabs a hold of clothes, or arm, or shoulder, wherever it can find purchase. The grip is firm, and it pulls, lifting another born out of the ground and into the fresh air.

    The pale face which greets those waiting is surprisingly young and hauntingly beautiful. A woman's elegance and a man's structure. The rust-colored eyes do a clinical search of who he has pulled out. In his other hand is a single, palm-sized carnelian Shard which begins seeping away into him.

    A rich, but oddly soft voice says,]
    Are you alright?

    b. [Feel free to also pluck him out of the dirt where he belongs!]

    2 ❈ Springstar
    a. [By looks alone, D does not belong here in the shining white and golden colors, in the lush greenery, in a place brimming with Life. His pale and gloomy, gothic aesthetic sticks out like a sore thumb.

    And yet, here he is, lingering around the edges of the gathering like a ghost. It doesn't appear as if he's embarrassed standing in the middle of all this looking as he does.

    None of the food from the table is touched, not drink, or fruit, or meats, not even vegetables. He seems to be listening more than anything, though his eyes very boldly and unabashedly look out from beneath his lashes at everyone else. His expression is impassive rather than aggressive, studious. Whoever looks at him, he looks right back.]

    b. [During the political unrest of the public debates, D is standing stoically much like he had been at the meet-and-greet.

    A strange, scraggly voice, quiet, mutters,]
    This place has got more hob-knobbing than the towns back home. People wanting to be "sheriff" and such... [The voice doesn't seem to fit D.

    And it also doesn't cause D to really react in any way outside of a low, short,]
    Quiet.

    3 ❈ Highstorm
    [On the other hand, most would not bat much of an eye about him in Highstorm. He comes and goes with a bit more ease, but not on account of the area so much as his natural affinity for the night.

    In the market, he's slowly and idly wandering rather than setting out for a purchase of any kind. Taking stock perhaps. He's as quiet as he would be anywhere else: a silent and stalwart mass of black trying to get around others.]


    Excuse me.

    [He has manners at least.]

    4 ❈ Wildcard
    [Don't hesitate to wildcard me with any kind of situation! Or you can shoot me a PM if you have ideas you want to try, but aren't sure about the particulars.]
    wolfish: (setback)

    Yuri Leclerc | Fire Emblem Warriors: Three Hopes | TDM

    [personal profile] wolfish 2023-06-24 10:52 am (UTC)(link)
    I. They Got Dirt on Him (Literally)
    [ Yuri had many close brushes with death in his life, but not once had anyone managed to bury him. All's quite still until his hand springs out of the earth like the dead are rising, and it doesn't wait for assistance before scrabbling about for purchase, as the man attached to that hand decidedly doesn't like this state of affairs one bit.

    Whether assisted or not, Yuri will emerge from his unwanted dirtnap looking bewildered and harried for a hot second... before he notices someone else is present. That's his cue to smooth himself out with a little too much practiced ease, composing himself as though none of that happened at all just now. ]


    Thanks for the hand, friend.

    [ Is he sarcastic or sincere? It's difficult to tell, whether one helped him or not. ]

    II. No Such Thing as a Free Meal (Springstar/Highstorm)
    [ Once he's gotten his bearings, in as much as he can, Yuri decides to check out the welcome party. He doesn't know enough about either faction to pledge his services, for one thing. For another, how can a man not be curious? Regardless of the locale, this leads to a man who almost looks like some darker version of a storybook prince standing near the refreshment table, observing.

    Whether it's the others around him or the sweets in front of him that have his eye depends entirely upon timing. Yuri trusts precious little of this situation, and he has yet to decide whether it's worth risking a bite of the food, or whether he wants to approach anyone...

    But he sure is lingering around those pastries. ]


    III. What was Lost
    [ At some point in his drifting around this odd realm he finds himself in, Yuri hunkers down on a bench. It really doesn't matter terribly where — what difference does it make, truly? — but he thinks himself quite alone. As alone as one can be in this place, populous as it seems to him. Regardless, after stealing a covert look around, Yuri procures a well-worn leather bound notebook from somewhere on his person.

    His expression clouds over, growing distant from all that he's surrounded by as he flips it open to an unfinished page. There, rows of names are penned in flowing, oddly elegant handwriting. Yuri lingers on this, his painted lips drawing out into a thin, pensive line. Does he even have enough pages for everyone? What of those he never even knew...? ]


    Assuming it's even the truth...this some 'take my word for it' situation...?

    [ He mutters to himself, eyes still riveted to the names there. ]

    IV. Wildcard
    [ ooc: Want to do something else entirely? Throw it my way. ]
    appeale: (i can't trust a single thing you say)

    ANNAAAAA ♡ (1b)

    [personal profile] appeale 2023-06-24 11:44 am (UTC)(link)
    [ after everything that happened with the Oracle and its trial only a matter of weeks ago, the Tree of Life is perhaps the last place in all of Kenos that Rudbeckia wants to be. she doesn't care about welcoming new arrivals, or securing numbers for any faction, or helping people as if there's any pity she can spare—but, it's necessary to go. it's always necessary. because she needs to see every person that crawls up from the roots and know, for her own safety, that not a single one of them is a face she recognises. that's all that matters.

    even at the sight of a hand clawing at the dirt right in front of her, she would walk away. except that the hand that bursts through the ground, in search of purchase, wraps its long fingers around her ankle, and she shrieks, startled. maybe she could still run for it, at that point, but – Ugh, now that they know I'm here, I have to help in case they remember me...

    which finds Ruby sitting in the dirt, her small and dainty hands grasping the stranger's arm, and trying to pull him up—with absolutely no strength at all. ]


    Um... Signore, I really am trying, but you're definitely going to have to do most of the work! [ this guy should be able to hear her, shouldn't he? she vaguely remembers hearing the people above, when she woke up months ago. she raises her voice, just to be sure: ] I'm right here, though! You can use me as a tether, okay?

    [ that's why she sat down. at least this way, she won't fall over in the process. ]
    sharmat: ▸ AND EVERY TIME YOU TRY (pic#16182825)

    1-wildcardish... HELLO!! so he's 400% different from jonas, bUT,

    [personal profile] sharmat 2023-06-24 12:59 pm (UTC)(link)
    (on a weekly pilgrimage to the tree of life, he witnesses a rebirthing cycle. there isn't commonly one; they take place inconsistently, and it seems as though each time its purpose is to bolster each faction's forces. voryn, newly skeptical of the tree's ability to carry shard-bearers to term due to the tragedies that have recently befallen it, experiences relief condensed into the moment the first-hand startles him in its push from the cool womb of its soil.

    his presence here is fortuitous and could act in a way a welcoming party would, yet voryn does not assist anyone being heaved from the ground caked in sap and loam. he simply watches, and he waits, and he steps up when he's satisfied.
    )

    You there, (he addresses the pretty one. his standards have become relaxed but he is a lord and appreciative of propriety. where some newborn shard-bearers hack and cry and cough, d does not. after being pulled from the ground by her royal highness, princess rudbeckia, d assists others until it seems there is no one left to assist. behaviour befitting meridian.) If you're through with your task, I would speak with you.

    (voryn's elven ancestry is obvious, and his bearing is that of a nobleman—a lord of some relevance—though his skin is cursed grey and his eyes are cursed red. a third, his shard, is centred between and above his brow. improvident robes lay in layers wrapped tightly around his body; however, despite the finery, his practicality is obvious. they are at war and so he has appropriately dressed himself in a chitinous breastplate and curving pauldrons to fight in one. a simple sword hangs from his left hip.

    d is given a thorough examination. pale but not sickly. hale, fit to be of service. useful, perhaps, in troubled times. and hopefully not another damn peacemonger.
    )

    You are welcome here, outlander, in the Tree's root caverns. I cannot say for certain if you are welcome anywhere else. Were you having a pleasant dream?
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    2a, if it ain't anna.....

    [personal profile] flagbearing 2023-06-24 02:08 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ It's okay if D looks like a lifeless (but very beautiful!) statue, because his impromptu table buddy has enough energy for the both of them, elbows hitting the tidy white tablecloth as he leans forward, an easy smile on his lips. ]

    Man, we're not even inside and it already feels stuffy in here.

    [ Despite his apparent air of nonchalance though, his gaze is alert and pointed streaight ahead as he watches the groups chatter amongst themselves. ]
    Edited (i wish i could fuckin read) 2023-06-24 15:56 (UTC)
    belfire: (i'm so judging you)

    [personal profile] belfire 2023-06-24 02:38 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Kazuya paused, his cheeks bulging with food, as he gave the newcomer a long, uncertain glance. It made him look like a rather skittish hamster.]

    Grnmph.

    [Oh, wait. Mouth's full. Swallow!]

    Uh, sure. M'just peachy. If you ignore the whole, I've been interdimensionally kidnapped by some weirdo tree.
    belfire: (pervert!)

    [personal profile] belfire 2023-06-24 02:44 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Kazuya looked up from his intense fascination of the wheat at the callout. It was a reasonable question. But Kazuya was also a contrary being - a trait amplified by his demonic nature - and so immediately acted as if the question was utterly unreasonable.]

    Why? Who're you? The wheat police?
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    [personal profile] alliterating 2023-06-24 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
    Just someone watching you make a fool of yourself, that's all.

    [ Senti snorts. ]

    It's kind of amusing, actually. You can keep going.
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    ISAAAA

    [personal profile] damnpire 2023-06-24 03:57 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Sometimes you grab a pretty girl's ankle thinking it's a root.

    The way it feels beneath his palm, however, the way he can hear the muffled shriek from above, he lets it go almost immediately. Definitely not a root. And then hands join his arm, and below the tight black leather is a trunk of taut muscle straining to pull the rest of him from the cradle of the soil.

    His long, pale hands and almond nails dig through on the other side, and with a second hand and arm, he emerges from the depths of the pliant ground. A beautiful and alabaster face, the severity of it softened by the soil-dusted lashes, and a head full of dark hair. At first, it looks like a woman, inhumanly pretty, but as the rest of him draws out and the dirt falls away, it's clear he has the broad chest and shoulders of a man.

    Sitting up, he glances at her as if there is not a single thing wrong with being picked out of the dirt of the ground. It's fine.

    In a surprisingly soft voice, he says,]
    Thank you.
    fishfearme: (wha)

    II

    [personal profile] fishfearme 2023-06-24 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Byleth always came to these gatherings in Springstar just for the sole fact that there was free food to be had. With his trusty satchel attached to his belt, empty and ready to be filled with all manner of cakes and pastries and everything else in between, Byleth's focus was more on the table's spread than the people loitering by them. After experiencing two of these events, he had become resigned to the fact that Jeralt may not be coming after all, so didn't bother to seek anyone out and inevitably disappoint himself.

    Which meant that as Yuri hovered by the pastries, clearly wrestling with himself on whether or not to risk potential poisoning, Byleth just stepped right up to him with a quick side-glance, clearly not immediately registering his face as he turned away and reached out for the pastry-

    -only to comically snap his head back round a split second later when he actually processed who he had just briefly locked eyes with. Yuri, the infamous crime lord and another fellow Fódlan native... here, watching him about to steal pastries in broad daylight (he felt no shame about this). It was such an unexpected sight that Byleth internally reeled for a good solid second, staring like an idiot with pastry in hand before he blurted the first thing to come to mind:]


    ...hello.

    [Genius.]
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    Midna | The Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess | ❃ Iconoclast

    [personal profile] envoyoftwilight 2023-06-24 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
    I. Bearing Fruit - (Lend a Hand)
    [Some would call it a dream. Midna is more inclined to think of it like a nightmare. It hasn't been the first time she has watched her comfortable life dissolve right before her. The first time had certainly been difficult enough. To experience once more? A second time? She had not realised that her heart could be stirred to aching all over again. Yet just like that, it's over and done with. That experience replaced by another, and then another.

    Bringing her to the present, prominent moment.

    With a hand she reaches for many things. The familiar, something that may rouse her to discovery that truly what she's seen is little more than some delusion brought on by poor sleep or poor eating habits. Anything that might tie her to where she longs to be the most...

    What she finds on the other side, however, is only comfort in the sense of the shard that now accompanies her person. As her mind spins and twirls with the proverbial path that's left lingering in her thoughts, Midna realises she doesn't quite know where to begin. Or evidently, that it's quite possible a very nice passerby or witness to her crawling from the earth has lent her a hand.

    Maybe that nice passerby is you.]


    You do that often? Helping beautiful women from holes in the ground?
    II. Springstar - (It's a little bright.)
    [It is easy to imagine that back home, which may no longer be an actual place, but still feels as emotionally solid as most of Midna's other complex feelings concerning her current predicament, had her people not been cast off into the darkness, she might have had someone play the role of political representative. She might have even done it herself, truthfully, though some could easily take her as a woman who cares little for working hard. In a way, to be hustled from one city to another, asked to provide something akin to unwavering loyalty and devotion, is a bit like taking the role of ambassador.

    That is to say, a sight more work than she was immediately prepared for. Or particularly pleased by. She's not the only one, however, and it's an opportunity to understand her situation for what it is.

    Springstar is, much to her dismay, a region of immense... light. She can think of no other way to put it. Along the way, she spends a decent portion of it trying to position herself under anything that might possibly offer her some form of shelter. Whether the light of this world is at all akin to the light of Hyrule, she can hardly say, and though in the end she could endure it had she the need to, Midna has long accepted she does not belong in worlds of light.

    Where some may speak up on more important political matters, such as this notion regarding an Oracle or something rather like it, Midna's concerns are far more self-centred.]


    I propose a little darkness would make this place far more inhabitable.

    [Smooth. And rude.]
    III. Highstorm - (This is more like it.)
    [Midna likes the city ever infinitely cloaked in darkness immediately. To be expected when the world she hails from is so much the same. In Springstar, she had been so caught off guard by the setting that she'd scarcely been able to enjoy herself. Not that she feels she's in a place to be enjoying much of anything, circumstance considered.

    A little food, however, might do to nourish the soul as much as it does the belly. She makes a note to indulge where she can.

    The people, she finds, are a bit more sombre in nature. At least, it's how she'd word it. All very serious types. A bunch not unlike a certain princess she remembers once saying a farewell to. Despite that, going from one city to the other, a little listening goes a long way and it doesn't take much time for her to put two and two together.]


    Ah, so that's how it is.

    [She says mostly to herself, though it's perfectly aloud. War, perhaps, or some other kind of political discourse. The two concepts are often so closely interwoven. One tends to lead to the other, or hold hands. Good for the Zenith people, regardless, though she can hardly say if she ought to be [even silently] rooting for them.]

    Did you know that other city was flooded with light? Almost unbearable.

    [She just can't get over the light thing. Or maybe she just wants to complain.]
    IV. Some Quiet Time - (Sanctuary)
    [Whether it's Springstar or Highstorm, Midna has never been one to consider herself a people person. Sure, she can handle them in handfuls here and there and in the Twilight, such a thing was required of an individual in her position. With everything that's happened, however, what she probably needs more than anything else is time.

    She finds a relatively quiet place, just where she can gather her thoughts. The opportunity to consider what to do. What she really thinks is going on. Only a fool would just immediately swallow what was immediately given to them, after all.]


    Has no one else thought it a lie? [She murmurs mostly to herself, the furrow of her brow deep and betraying the pensive demeanour threatening to embrace her.] To make someone choose whether to surrender what they know or to simply throw all of that aside in favour of something new.

    [Midna shakes her head. How can anyone make such a decision easily? How can someone like her do that?

    I want to do what is best for my people.]
    V. Wildcard
    [For everything else that isn't a part of the above. Feel free to DM if you have questions or want to plan for something else.

    For the unfamiliar, Midna is best described as a bit hedonistic, selfish, and tends to come across as arrogant and occasionally petulant. She's a princess and though she doesn't tend to share that information freely, she acts like it. She does, however, take her responsibilities very seriously.]
    kinaesthesia: (7)

    II Highstorm

    [personal profile] kinaesthesia 2023-06-24 04:51 pm (UTC)(link)
    [Man, the people here are really fond of their big parties and get-togethers, aren’t they? Though Gavial supposes that after after everything that’s been hitting the cities over the last month or so, maybe some celebrating is warranted. Celebrate getting through tough times and all that.

    This little shindig is a familiar one, with all the pleasantries laid out as a way to entice new Shard-bearers into sticking around this city rather than the other one. Last time, she’d been on the receiving end of all the fawning and attention as a new arrival herself, though the atmosphere here doesn’t feel much different despite all the time she’s had to get used to things here; parties in Highstorm still feel too stuffy for her tastes. But hell, she’s not gonna say no to free food and saying hello to the new folks who’ve found themselves stuck in this mess now too.

    One such person catches Gavial’s attention by merit of being somewhat of a wallflower, standing there near the refreshments table and not doing much more than watching both the people and… the occasional glance toward the laid out pastries. Obviously someone needs a little push out of his comfort zone, and Gavial is more than happy to oblige.

    So Yuri will find a woman dressed like she’s almost ready to go for a hike popping up at the desert table nearby, quickly loading up a couple of those pastries onto a plate. But instead of returning to the party and enjoying those sweets herself, she turns to approach him. With a friendly grin and her crocodilian tail swaying easily behind her, she offers him the plate.]


    C’mon, can’t let all this food go to waste, right?
    cutlery: please do not take! (his calves are glorious)

    ratgrabs u (also 3)

    [personal profile] cutlery 2023-06-24 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ two polite goths walk into each other—

    It’s a very normal day for Sebastian, so far as these things go. He’s already finished up his “business” down in Kowloon for the day (or, what passes for a “day” in Kenos, what with the unusual cycles of day and night), and so he’s returned to Highstorm to take care of his more domestic tasks. Even though he lives with only his two cats and his, uh, xenomorph (don’t worry about it), it’s not uncommon for people to drop in unannounced. As such, he’s quite dedicated to keeping his home well and fully stocked of everything his visitors could want.

    …Or he just likes playing house and it’s a habit he’s still yet to drop.

    Either way, it brings him to the market as another figure in purely dark attire, though his attitude couldn’t be more different. He’s clearly well-acquainted with the sellers of the market, and it seems like it might be a social call as much as a practical one. He starts charming small talk, laughs, and seems perfectly at ease and happy here. Perhaps too much so, since as he gives a little wave of farewell and tucks a little packet into his basket, he turns and bumps right into D. ]


    Ah, do pardon me—

    [ He also has manners, since it’s said at the same time as D. The mutual politeness gets Sebastian to laugh as he takes a little step back, and he shakes his head lightly. ]

    No, please, the fault was mine. I was not paying attention, so I apologize, sir.
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    II.

    [personal profile] warmare 2023-06-24 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
    [The sound of hooves indoors might seem a bit out of place in the Seat of the Tribune, but they are accompanied by the sound of a woman's voice coming from a distinctively... upward direction. Mainly because the speaker is a centaur woman about seven feet tall, holding a half-full plate of hors d'oeuvres.

    And though other senior members of Meridian might open with a friendly greeting...]


    I advise you move around a bit more.

    [... She seems to go with advice.

    (Is it advice, or is he just standing in front of some food she wants to get to?)]
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    III

    [personal profile] hauntedking 2023-06-24 05:30 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ The face is familiar and Dimitri is more than a little surprised to see Yuri here, of all places. But it's been a long time and he doesn't know what has actually happened to Yuri in his own time. He pauses, considers, and then quietly approaches the bench. He seems to hover for a moment, as if he doesn't want to interrupt, and then finally speaks up. ]

    Yuri?

    [ As if he needs to confirm he isn't seeing things. ]
    Edited 2023-06-24 17:30 (UTC)
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    [personal profile] alliterating 2023-06-24 05:32 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Sentience is trying to be actually helpful for once and get people out of the dirt. But she was expecting hands, not paws. And especially not paws with claws. She's scraping away dirt when those sharp little points catch on her arm and she yelps out loud, jerking back and trying to avoid having this claws sink in even more! ]

    Hey-! What's the big idea? Get your claws out of me, you foolish little-!

    [ There's gonna be a lot of yelling here. ]
    damnpire: (pic#15946975)

    AAAA ohhh mr dagoth ohhh smtimes u go from soft boy to eldritch horror

    [personal profile] damnpire 2023-06-24 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
    [There is a certain familiar sort of energy he gets from the man who calls out to him. It does not seem to put him on any more guard than usual, though. He simply lifts his rusty eyes to Voryn to acknowledge the prominent presence.

    Actually, his indifference even in the face of it may be considered rude by some.

    He pauses to bend down and pluck his hat from the ground, jostling it enough to slide the soil away. He doesn't put it on, but keeps the brim held in his bare left hand on the back of which sits a small, oval, epidote stone.

    The rest of the dirt does faze him; it remains clinging to his long, dark hair, his shoulders, and his chest. His skin is entirely more fair than Voryn's, but has the same twinge of grey, and without the hat, the slightly pointed tips of his ears part through his hair.

    Finally, in a surprisingly soft voice, he says,]
    Speak. [And he waits, meeting Voryn's gaze. His eyes are studious, older in a way which doesn't match the youth of his face. He's returning Voryn's examination without modesty, looking over the armor, the sword, the way Voryn stands too.]

    I had a dream, yes.
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    IV

    [personal profile] alliterating 2023-06-24 05:35 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Sentience has had lots of time to herself before, but now seems a good time to actually stop and think. But right now she's pressing through and trying to simply get her bearings. It's the question of another woman that makes her pause. She gives Midna a look in passing and settles her hands on her hips.

    Well then.

    Someone else is out here asking the real questions.
    ]

    It probably is a lie. We're being used for someone's gain - we just don't know who yet.

    [ Although she's seen universes on the verge of destruction before, so maybe it isn't as big of a story to swallow for her. ]

    I'm not into doing someone's work for them, though. They'll probably want over-time, too!
    envoyoftwilight: (to her husband)

    [personal profile] envoyoftwilight 2023-06-24 05:42 pm (UTC)(link)
    [She stirs from her thoughts easily, and quickly, enough. At least the response is something more along her own thoughts. Where she expects others to happen upon her and feed her some kind of nonsense about how things really are as they seem, it would only off put her more. Scepticism is a healthy thing.

    Perhaps in moderation.]


    Hmph.

    [Midna looses something that... could be interpreted as a fleeting sound of amusement. Perhaps incredulous over the entire thing as it stands.]

    If one works for another, there should at least be some incentive. Although one side seems to think returning us to our homes is the incentive. The other... Well. I don't need to say it. They've made themselves perfectly clear. I can't stand anyone playing games.

    [Unless it's her doing the playing, as it ever seems the rules ought not to apply to her. That said, she gestures towards Sentience indicatively.]

    At least one other person here so far is making sense.
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    [personal profile] alliterating 2023-06-24 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
    Of course I'm making sense! I'm the Great Herrshcer of Sentience, you know!

    [ Haha, she enjoys having her ego stroked a little. She straightens, lifting her chin with a wide smile. ]

    You're right, though. They're clearly playing games and trying to manipulate us - if people think they only have one chance to save the people they love, they'll crawl over broken glass for it, won't they? Creating a new world - well, that's also a tantalizing thing to dangle in front of people.
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    III.

    [personal profile] dawnlord 2023-06-24 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
    Oya.

    [ — her arm has been severed. A momentary outburst of surprise escapes his being, echoing faintly as though the man before Shijima is hollow below the layers of cloth and dark metal, his affect a diminished and near-emotionless thrum as he speaks. There is a sonorous and pleasantly calm quality to him, despite being nearly eight feet tall and kitted out like someone prepared for either a deep mining expedition or some sort of nuclear war.

    It is easy, however, for him to descend to her level. Bondrewd takes the knee, fluid and clattering faintly on the way down, offering her the flat of his palm even as he reaches into his coat for the various pouches and tidy-tethered bags he carries on his person. Perhaps he is a field medic, then? ]


    By all means, allow me. You appear hale despite such a glaring injury, and not faint at all. Did you bleed much?
    envoyoftwilight: (at the top of the stairs)

    [personal profile] envoyoftwilight 2023-06-24 06:09 pm (UTC)(link)
    [...

    The great what of what. Is that what she sounds like to people? Hopefully not. Perhaps part of the reason, she doesn't go trying to use her title here, there, and everywhere. Actions speak loud enough on their own, after all.]


    They will if they're not resourceful. I prefer to see things with my own eyes.

    [But to be fair, that's what she was shown. She isn't sure what the likelihood was that the demonstration of watching the Twilight fall apart was mere illusion. It certainly felt real enough. And she's here now, isn't she? Maybe she just doesn't want there to be truth in the circumstance.]

    A little innovation has never hurt anyone. I have to wonder how many people just foolishly swallow all of that, however, without even questioning it a little.

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