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beleos ([personal profile] beleos) wrote in [community profile] kenosooc2023-09-15 03:59 pm

SEPTEMBER 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.

The welcoming party is in the Seat of the Tribune, with tables draped in white-and-gold-trimmed fabrics fare filled with fare typical to Springstar's slowly fading winter -- 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. There are plenty of grains and other dishes that elude to an abundant harvest from Alenroux. 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. Though excitement charges the air, the gathering at the Seat is much more muted than what transpires outside the center of the city.

The mood in Springstar as a whole is jubilant, with not just a party at the seat of the tribune, but elsewhere, including the Psychagogía district. Parties line the streets, establishments that overflow with bodies, drink, and libations of all sorts. There is a sense of excitement in capturing the latest oracle, and the people seem to treat the shard-bearers of Meridian somewhat reverently, and new ones, they will pull aside and explain with excitement about how the Shard-Bearers captured the oracle (with varying degrees of accuracy) and how it is because of them that they will be seen to victory. Cyrus’s name, however, still comes with notes of disdain. It’s clear that the Tribune has not bought much good favor by their victory, and instead, if any ask, or follow the threads, they will hear the names Desmond Ó Ruadháin and Agapitos Voreen as likely successors to the Tribune. However if one asks how that happens… details become a bit more muddy. Apparently, the role of the Tribune is for life. And apparently, the denizens of Springstar trust the Shard-Bearers to see the oracles through, and still see Cyrus as a weak link in their chain.

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. Soft tunes filter over the courtyard, and if the sounds of them sound familiar – perhaps remind one of home? That’s because they are! Yima’s musicians seem to be able to pilfer strings and strands of music, and weave it all together expertly, to give both new arrivals and old friends reminders of their home.

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. If you try something and don’t like it, might not want to say that out loud, lest you insult someone who’s from that world.

The city itself is more muted than usual. The last dregs of Highstorm’s chill summer are coming to an end, and the cold is an opportunity for Highstorm’s denizens to batter in more frequently, and the chill may have something to do with the lost oracle. Though, if asked, they’ll say nothing of the sort, of course! In opposition to Springstar’s mixed jubilation and doubt, Highstorm’s denizens seem determined that lady Yima will see them through, and that one loss is no reason to fall into despair. Though they are still disappointed, and will say so. Though blame does not seem to have a target, mere disappointment filters through the city, as they start preparing for winter. The prices seem higher, whether one is looking for potions, supplies, or even small trinkets from the The Antiques & Baubles Market. Things seem… leaner in a sense. There’s nobody starving on the streets in Highstorm, but the control of Alenroux continues to lead to tense relations, even though a compromise seems to have been recently reached between the two factions.

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 AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL

Since the Blight’s conclusion, both cities have undergone a fair bit of effort to reconstruct the districts and buildings that were destroyed in the Blight, though Springstar seems a touch further along than Highstorm, due to Shard-bearer efforts. The unusual weather pockets present previously have very nearly all disappeared, though there are some patches still present, lingering in the areas still somewhat ravaged by the Blight. The pockets seem to be losing their effects now, and if one finds themself within, will experience a mild slowing down or speeding up of time. Visions still appear within the small bubbles, reflections of dear ones or important events, though they seem to be only memory, though anyone within the bubble can bear witness.
FURTHER DETAILS OOCly, characters can still stumble into small bubbles of time, though they are fewer and far between than they were 3 months ago! These time bubbles still have some time-warping energy, and will continue to allow characters to either speed up or slow down, depending on player preference! In addition, the time bubbles are no longer bringing back remnants of Kenosians past, but there is still the chance of some memory reflections to briefly manifest in the bubble. They will come from player characters as a whole, and are purely up to whatever is fun for you! Think of it as brief flickers of memory sharing, they can be as brief or as distorted as you like! Think of this as the last gasp of the Blight, as it withers away thanks to the concentrated efforts of all shard bearers!

CHECKS AND BALANCES

Alenroux continues to improve, and with the new balance between both Springstar and Highstorm, the separate island is safer than ever! The tensions between both factions seem to have reduced over the island, thanks to the efforts of several shard bearers, and the populace seems to be warming to both factions once again.
FURTHER DETAILS After the resolution of the first Kenos Ambassador agreement, the balance of power in Alenroux is already starting to shift. The island already has a much more evenly-matched number of military forces from both Springstar and Highstorm, the number of troops in the area has reduced significantly. The number of monsters does not seem to have increased at this time, which bodes well for the area. The uptick of Highstorm locals has certainly led to more food flowing into Highstorm than had before, and the people seem pleased with the arrangement – for the moment! The small murmurs of discontent and unrest seem to have alleviated at this time. Though some still seem uncomfortable with the amount of troops, they seem less willing to say that out loud. Though nights in Alenroux will possibly never be wholly safe, the threats seem more manageable, though nobody will ever turn down Shard-Bearer assistance in a pinch!

TO INFINITY – AND BEYOND

Rumbling about temples being erected in the Beyond, which lies outside of Highstorm’s city limits, close to another that had been erected previously. Not one shrine out there, but two it seems. It shines like the sun when the moonlight catches it just right, and it’s visible over the line of trees that marks the edge of the Beyond. The more brave and curious of Highstorm’s denizens have started making more treks into the Beyond for both shrines, and the fact that most come back unharmed seems to encourage others to follow. And for those that may not be able to make the trek safely, there's an opportunity to make a bit of money by leading the way to the shrines and offering the curious pilgrims protection from the Beyond's dangers. There’s rumbling amongst them – QuetzalcoatlSet – the names of gods of worlds long past, and though there are not many that will stray from Highstorm’s resident deified figure – Lady Yima – there are enough that it’s easy to catch pilgrimages out to the temple, and to visit them yourselves, as well!
FURTHER DETAILS Quetzalcoatl erected a bright and gigantic temple right next to Set's in the Beyond! Right next to Highstorm! I'm sure that's fine and will not have any diplomatic consequences in the future! Both gods have been drawing in new curious individuals – some who may be worshippers with time – and it's drawn the curiosity of many.

SMALLER CHANGES

GRAND LARCENY An uptick in crime between both Springstar and Highstorm has both the Legion and Yima’s own private guard scrambling as they struggle to find rhyme or reason behind the latest crime spree taken up in both cities. Though there doesn’t seem to be a specific source, local chatter suggests that it might be coming from a mysterious underground, though most can’t say where... there’s vague gestures, and remarks about Below, without any concrete details. Those who are familiar with – or find out about – Kowloon, may find plenty of stolen items within Kowloon’s markets, though if asked, the keeper will simply shrug and say they retrieved it from a reputable source. Who? Well, they don’t know, they don’t remember their face. I’m sure this is fine and won’t lead to trouble later down the line!

Completely unrelated, those who are known to be or obviously affiliated with Springstar continue to encounter difficulty in Kowloon. It’s become a touch more brazen – more pickpocketing, even higher prices, or even some outright derisiveness from some businesses, although they seem to be centered more around Draumahol, and the further one gets from the business in the underground city (or as far as one can get) the more willing businesses seem to engage with those from Springstar, and the more… apologetic they are about higher prices, though they do still seem to be across the board.

FAE MISCHEIF It’s not just the underground that seems to be reeling from a spike of theft, though this one seems more obvious – and innocuous! Faeries from the Greenwood Yard seem to still be reeling from recent Shard-Bearer intrusions, so bearers new and old may find small items of varying importance are missing. They’ll generally come with a calling card; a small note that is part threat and part invitation for a game, to come find them within the Greenwood Yards. After hearing about the issue, a certain potion shop owner sets up a small stall by the yards, and will offer to help the shard bearer with their predicament – for a price, of course! Better have a few gold coins on you!

The owner will offer bearers a round-trip to tiny town yet again, to retrieve whatever was stolen, though this time it comes with no visions, and generally the fairies will consider things to be even, if bearers come to retrieve it with politeness and a request for it to be returned. If a bearer threatens them… well. Let’s hope you brought a friend along to help with this fae threat, then!
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.

  • 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
    fursuit: (Default)

    tezcatlipoca ; fate grand order

    [personal profile] fursuit 2023-09-15 09:07 pm (UTC)(link)
    i. bearing fruit (new characters only)
    Yo.

    [ It’s a too casual greeting for someone that was clearly in the same situation. He’s still covered in sap and dirt himself, though now that he has company, he does reach up to start picking some of it out of his hair. ]

    You were really struggling. Weren’t sure if you were gonna make it up.

    [ …And by implication, yeah, he was just watching. Don’t worry about that part! With a sigh, he gives up on trying to clean up his hair, and instead takes off his (very unnecessary) sunglasses to try and clean them off instead. It’s mildly more successful, and it also shows his rather startlingly pale blue eyes. ]

    Well, welcome, in any case. This ain’t the usual way I meet people, but hey. I’ll give it points for being dramatic.
    ii. springstar
    [ Learning more about the cities and their factions has eventually lead Tezcatlipoca into the Seat of the Tribune. His first impression is that it’s pretty bold for leaders to just allow people to come in this casually, but he’ll chalk that up to more modern sentiments. Seems like it might be this Tribune guy’s loss, from the sound of things. But he’s not here to cause trouble (today, anyways), and he won’t complain. Besides, he’s hungry, and this place is providing. Works for him.

    With a plate loaded up (notably, only with the smoked meats—not a vegetable in sight here), Tezcatlipoca ends up drifting into a circle that looks like people who are comfortable here. From that, he can guess that they’re people that have been here a while. ]


    Looks like there’s space here, so I’ll be joining you.

    [ It’s not a request, naturally. He’s a little too presumptuous for that, god that he is, but he’s also not wrong. The forum is busy, and there’s space open here, so it’s only a little rude. He takes a seat comfortably and takes his first bite (pretty damn good, he has to say), but he picks up small talk as well. Despite his rather relaxed, casual demeanor, he hates being idle, so might as well multitask. ]

    So, how long you been here? It always been a shitshow?
    iii. highstorm
    [ Of course the rumors of shrines out in the Beyond catches Tezcatlipoca’s attention, but it’s largely just because of one of the gods in question. He knows of Set in the way that any Servant knows of gods of distant lands, but Quetzalcoatl… ]

    Give me a break, Birdie. This is dumb, even for you.

    [ Tezcatlipoca has found a decent vantage point to look at the tall shrine in the distance on one of the higher floors of the Tomes with a decent view. He’s smoking as he looks out at it pensively, because part of him is sorely tempted to go to the Shrine and see Quetzalcoatl for himself. But it’s also not a great idea, considering he’s yet to pick one of these two sides and get his power back into his hands. Antagonizing his “brother” is always a good time, but less so when he’d be killed immediately. How does death even shake out in a place like this? Eh, he’ll figure that part out later.

    He taps the ashes off his cigarette just as the door behind him opens, and he glances back. His expression is neutral at first, but it occurs to him he can ask, so he beckons them forward before he points out to the top of the shrine in the distance. ]


    You’re right on time. Was just trying to figure out what the deal is with that big chunk of rock out there. Help a newbie out?

    [ He knows perfectly well what it is, of course. But he’s more curious what the locals’ read on it is, especially since he’d bet everything he has that Quetzalcoatl ended up over with Meridian, not here. ]
    iv. communion
    [ Shard-Bearers of both factions are greeted with a voice that’s cool and calm, and it comes with a deep sensation of the dark—a moonless night, an obsidian mirror, all are apt to describe the sense that comes with it. Yet, the voice itself is pleasant and friendly enough! Surely that doesn’t mean anything! ]

    So, what I’ve been hearing is that this Oracle thing is some kinda war, but for being two places with ideologies that are totally different, you all get along pretty well. Better than I’d expect, considering what’s at stake. You all shake hands and figure it’ll turn out alright?

    [ There’s a tiny bit of derision there, but that’s more his personal taste than anything. From what he’s heard and seen so far, this war doesn’t impress him. Shocker, from a god of conflict... ]

    Well, anyways. Call me curious as I’m trying to figure out which side is the better bet, since going back to where I’m from or it being gone is about the same to me. It’s a fight either way. What convinced you to fight for one of 'em? What kind of battles have you had so far?
    v. wildcard
    [ The standard cyoa/drop me a starter/I’ll write you one, etc! I’ll not apping Tezca at this very moment (because, I mean, Quetz is still here,,,), but I have the itch and want to practice with him. At the very least, these threads will likely be canon later! There will just be a chunk of time where he peaces out, it’s fine. Pretend Quetz chased him off or smth

    Finally, for canon stuff, Tezcatlipoca is from LB7, but I will not bring up any spoilers because it's not out in NA yet! And also worth noting for those of you that are canon familiar, Tezcatlipoca does not give off the magical energy of a Servant! He's another Nasu Special Case™ and has a human body. ]
    ahrimanes: (012)

    i

    [personal profile] ahrimanes 2023-09-15 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
    [ Being reborn isn't the hard part. Then again, it also means coming back to a world of hurt and pain, out of the void. But hasn't his whole existence been pain, for almost as long as he can remember? Maybe he shouldn't bitch too much.

    Or maybe he will, it's in his nature.

    But he hadn't expected to ever see anything again. To ever know anything. To ever really be. So he blinks in the light, squinting as he comes up out of the soil, coughing and filling his lungs with - air. Real genuine air. He blinks blearily, eyes traveling around him. And then there's-

    This guy.
    ]

    Not even a hand up, huh? Guess I should've figured.

    [ He starts to dust himself off, feeling a little wobbly. That's new. ]
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    The Hunter | X-COM 2: War of the Chosen

    [personal profile] planewalker 2023-09-15 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
    ✦ I. Bearing Fruit (new characters only).

    [Fal-Il was a bit of an old hat when it came to awkward and uncomfortable resurrections, but he had to admit that clawing himself out of his own shallow grave after a particularly bad psionic acid trip was definitely new for him. Unpleasant, but interesting - amusingly novel, he could say? Having his entire being reconstituted atom by painful atom via spooky psionic artefact had been getting a little old, after all.]

    Can't let the torture and punishment get stale now, can we? Have to give them props for creativity, though. Thought their shrivelled up brains were incapable of it... ngh, damn, that stings. This is why I hate impact trauma. The Elders couldn't bother to reinforce my bones with something more absorbent? Maybe I should start taking a baseball bat to their spines, see how they like it...

    [He continued to grumble under his breath as he fully pulled himself out of the ground - all 7'8" of him - and once free from the grasping soil and roots... flopped like a beached fish, gangly limbs splayed out.]

    Ugh. Alive... again. Yay.

    ✦ II. Springstar and Highstorm.

    [Though Fal-Il was a unique individual blessed with the eye-catching trait of towering over most people, he was startlingly adept at blending into whatever shadowy corner or alcove he came across. While Springstar was a little short on shadows, Fal-Il had managed to find somewhere rather shaded to lurk in, and Highstorm was nothing but shadow, his glowing eyes stark beneath his hood as he lazily surveyed the crowd in the same way a predator crouching in the underbrush would size up the weak and infirm at the rear of the herd.

    He wasn't really used to being in such a big crowd like this. The hustle and bustle grated in a way that set his sharp teeth on edge, especially as he lacked the comforting weight of both Darkclaw and Darklance. His psionic abilities were dulled too, and while his eyesight was excellent, he felt unpleasantly blind being unable to psionically tag all nearby entities. Had to rely on his mundane eyeballs like some sort of human pleb. How demeaning.

    Yet, he remained. As twitchy as the crowd made him, the noise filled the profound and eerie silence that echoed through his skull. The psionic network he had been joined too, the one that had a constant stream of information and thought from all corners of ADVENT had just been... severed completely. Leaving blissful, euphoric, nerve-wracking and unnatural silence. No queries from the brainless foot soldiers, no commands from the Elders, no return of information from the network's Codices, no sniping from his two siblings. Just. Silence.]


    Had no idea how boring pure individualism could be. [Mutter, mutter.] And inconvenient. But interesting to see that sentient life is still prone to falling blindly into scams. Meridian and Zenith... just ADVENT painted in different colours with their Elders in different hats.

    [Granted, they were handsome and beautiful hats, so Fal-Il gave them some slack for having the decency of not being, y'know, wizened old psychic raisins, but still. Scammers and untrustworthy, the lot of them.]

    Wonder what they're getting out of recruiting poor schmucks like us. Not genetic material... too varied and different species, not to say what variances could be found from world to world. Heh, the Elders would be going apeshit right now if they knew what a tiny part of the universe they were... nothing but a dust mote. Heheh...

    [Ah, if the worlds truly had been destroyed, Fal-Il really hoped the Elders felt nothing but profound despair at realising how inconsequential their lives were. The sadistic and intense vindication he felt radiated from him like a miasma of malice before he swiftly leashed it. He can be smug about it later, for now...]

    Anyway, where was I? Ah, yes, what're they after? Organs, or our immortal souls, or...?

    ✦ III. WILDCARD

    [OOC: if there's anything specific you want with Hunter, just toss a scenario my way and I'll roll with it! Please check my journal for any info about Hunter if you're curious or canonblind~]
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    Lin Yühsia | Arknights

    [personal profile] glassmaker 2023-09-15 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
    I. NAKED MOLE RAT (new characters only)

    [ The experience of having to claw your way out of the earth like you're dragging yourself out of a grave is a singular, unique experience that Yüshia would be content to never have to live through again. Her chest heaves as she catches her breath after a fun little exertion with no ability to properly get a lungful of air. Her long hair and ears are caked with dirt that's going to be a pain in the ass to wash off, and she's sitting naked as the day she was born (reborn) on the dirt as she takes in the sight of the earthen cave around her.

    Only for a hand to rudely pop out of the ground, startling her for a brief moment as it starts to claw at the ground in front of it. There's a few seconds of calculation on her part, before she picks herself up onto her feet, and grabs that hand, giving it a good yank to help haul the person attached out of the ground.

    She's in a strange place under strange circumstances, and having someone indebted to her could be useful right now.
    ]


    II. SPRINGSTAR PARTY

    [ Yüshia has been largely quiet as she mills about the party, politely rejecting a seat when possible, and perching on the very edge of one if someone gets insistent enough. She holds her tongue, listening to what others around her say with an impassive expression, nodding more when people look in her direction. It's hard to tell on the surface what the woman might be looking for, but right now she's just gathering information, trying to make better sense of the situation she finds herself in.

    Eventually she'll start to ask innocuous enough questions like--
    ]

    How exactly did the Meridian capture the Oracle again?

    [ Or perhaps an idle comment like-- ]

    People here seem confident in the Meridians.

    [ Even something a little more probing with a carefully crafted careless tone, such as-- ]

    Do you really think Springstar would be better off with a new Tribune?


    III. TEMPLE OF THE GODS

    [ Yüshia is making her rounds carefully as she explores, so hearing so much buzz about the recent addition of these temples has made her curious. She's quietly procured a local guide, and has had them bring her through the Beyond. Then it's a simple matter of leaving them to do whatever worship they apparently deem necessary as she starts to poke around the place, her frown deepening the more she explores the outside of Quetz's temple. ]


    IV. KOWLOON

    [ Now this? This is the kind of area that someone like Yüshia is the most interested in. Kowloon reminds her vaguely of the Lungmen slums where she grew up and did most of her work. It's shadier though, something that tinges less with people desperately trying to make their way through life, and more people dipping their hands into some very dangerous business.

    Dangerous business is still well within her wheelhouse, though she'd be more comfortable if she had her Arts readily available to her. She hasn't yet thrown her hat into the ring with the Meridians, but from what she understands she'll be able to tap into them again once she does, and the feeling of people watching her from the shadows here is helping her make up her mind to do that sooner rather than later.

    At least she carefully lifted a steak knife from the party, and as she turns down a small alley, reaches into her pocket to grab onto the handle now. The sense of being followed doesn't vanish and she yanks it out as she spins on her heel, eyes narrowed as she takes on her would be attacker.

    Is it an attacker? A mugger who has an interest in taking everything from her? Maybe someone that a kind passerby might want to step in and help her with?

    Is it an innocent who was curious what a young woman was doing by herself in such a sketchy looking area?

    Either way they might want to say or do something as she lunges towards them.
    ]
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    anakin skywalker | star wars | lmao

    [personal profile] mustafars 2023-09-15 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)
    i. bearing fruit

    [one by one, viceroy gunray and the last remaining separatists fall to his lightsaber as the fires of mustafar burn behind him. as he can feel power, greater than he's ever known, coursing through his veins. his path is clear now; this is one he has always been meant to follow. he can do anything, he thinks — end the war, save padmé and their child, have anything he could've ever dreamed of that had long been denied to him by the jedi. it's all within reach.

    until it isn't.

    until he's spluttering in the dirt on some strange planet, and after all that power, he feels nothing. for all his life, even before he'd known what it was, the force had always been strong with him, and now? now, cut off, it feels like he's lost his arm all over again.

    the holonet broadcasts have called him the hero with no fear, but fear like he's never known consumes him now. threatens to squeeze the breath out of him.

    he tries to reach out; tries to clear his mind, as obi-wan had always —

    no; he shakes his head fiercely. he doesn't listen to obi-wan — not anymore, because the jedi, even him, are all full of lies. because any galaxy is better off with them gone, and all those lies along with them. there's no teaching he will entertain any longer.

    there is only what he knows, better than them.

    and he knows, as a soldier, to keep his guard up.

    at the first audible crunch of footsteps, he's ready, even off-kilter as he is — because he knows he has to be. without the weight of his lightsaber on his hip, he knows he still has to have some kind of weapon, so he curls his fingers around a stick that he finds on the ground, tests its weight (it'll do, if it must). he narrows his eyes, says slowly, evenly, so whoever this is knows he means it:]


    Come any closer, and I'll kill you.


    ii. highstorm

    [in some ways, even if so much about it is strange, this city is wholly familiar. it's the atmosphere, for one — subdued, tense; if he's seen one settlement like this over the course of the clone wars, he's seen thousands ravaged by the separatists. he doesn't have to know a conflict, intimately, to know the effects of one.

    and he hates this.

    he hates, most of all, people who try to take advantage of such situations, take for themselves at the expense of those who are suffering.

    maybe he's not familiar with this planet's currency, either, but he knows when prices have been gouged for this purpose.

    this is what has him here, now, pushing townsfolk out of the way to lean across one of the stalls at the market. looking the merchant across from him square in the eye, as he asks, coldly,]


    Is scamming your business model, or am I just a special case?


    iii. springstar

    [the choice, in the end, is easy; of course it is, because his path is clear, now. in order to return to end his war, to protect what he cares for most, he must join a side — and end this war that he's found himself in, as quickly as possible.

    said choice comes with benefits. though the connection is weaker than he's accustomed, he feels the force return to him — and begins to breathe a little more easily.

    it also comes with drawbacks: politics.

    the squabbling that surrounds him here is as familiar as it is useless; if everyone in this crowd takes their turn to speak, several hours will have been lost. and for what? there doesn't appear to be any conceivable plan of action forming that anyone can execute.

    irritation grows — a headache beginning behind his eyes, a twitch in his fingers as he curls them into his palms, and folds his arms across his chest. evident in his voice as he comments, offhand, to the person who happens to be closest to him.]


    They think there's time for a forum? [an audible scoff.] This is nonsense.


    iv. wildcard

    [lmao so obviously... this is just for fun, because i already play a star war here! as such, anakin will be disappearing after this tdm. if you'd like to write a starter, feel free to drop it here; if you'd like for me to write a custom starter for you, or want to discuss scenarios, just drop me a line at [plurk.com profile] lensflares or at lensflares on discord!]
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    Rosmontis | Arknights

    [personal profile] mountainmew 2023-09-16 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
    I. Arrival
    [There’s nothing familiar about this place. That’s not entirely alarming by itself—new places sometimes have trouble sticking in her mind at first.

    Once the initial claustrophobia-fueled urgency (panic) managed to get her free from the ground, Rosmontis has a chance to take a breath and blink at the cavernous surroundings. It’s calm and quiet, nothing but dirt and large roots snaking around nearby to keep her company. She had to be here for a reason, but with no one here in immediate view to ask, her first instinct is to reach for her terminal to see if she’s noted it down. The familiar tablet, however, is nowhere to be found in the voluminous inner pockets of her cloak like it should be.

    Other souls wandering these caverns or just barely digging themselves up from the earth as well might be drawn over by the sounds of increasingly frantic digging in the soil. They’ll find a young girl seemingly in her early teens kneeling in the dirt, pale hair and cat-like ears smeared with soil and sap as she pushes aside the soft, loamy earth to try to get at the cocoon from which she just emerged. She’s so focused on her task that she hasn’t seemed to notice you just yet.]


    Where is it…

    ii. Note-taking (Highstorm)
    [As overwhelming as it might be to wander an unfamiliar place without her team—without her family—here to anchor her, it’s easy enough to get shepherded along with the other newcomers to one of the welcoming parties. She’s good at following directions. Following orders. If she just does as she’s told, she’ll start figuring things out.

    And as helpful as it would be to pay attention to the chatter of the people mingling throughout the courtyard here in front of a very large and beautiful manor, Rosmontis has another task for herself. One that is arguably more important, at least for her.

    So instead she sits at one of the few benches scattered not far from where the buffet tables have been set up, a notebook she’s obtained sitting open in her lap. By the light of a nearby lamppost, she seems to be scribbling something down every so often with a look of light concentration on her face.

    Eventually a shadow is cast over her work, causing her to look up to find the cause. Perhaps you’re standing nearby with a plate in hand, waiting for a chance to get at the nearby food table or maybe you’re more the nosy type, leaning over to see what it is she is doing. Either way, you’re positioned just so to block the lamp-light she’s been relying on here.]


    You’re in the way.

    [Voice flat, expression nearly the same, though there’s the barely-perceptible furrowing of her brows and slight twitching of her silvery tail as she looks up at you.]

    iii. Construction zone (Springstar)
    [It’s weird, to be able to wander cities like this without much goal or direction. Home, as far as she was concerned, has always been the tight, well-lit halls of of a mobile facility. There were the rare occasions where they docked at one of the larger cities and Blaze or Amiya or someone else might take her along on a trip, but they were few and far between, and most of the details were lost by now.

    So it remains a novel experience, something for her to hold onto to keep her worries at bay for a little while. Somehow, her wanderings bring her toward one of the districts that were still in disrepair. A handful of local Meri are poking around the rubble, working with practiced hands at clearing out debris. The sight of toppled buildings is a familiar one. There were lots of images of such things contained within snatches of memories, bundled up with complicated feelings. She stands squinting at it from a distance, lingering at the safer edges of road.

    …had she done this?

    No. No, she hasn’t been in this place that long. She remembers that much. But the sight of it is such a contrast to the rest of the bustling sunny city that she’s seen that it dredges up a well-spring of curiosity. She approaches the next person she finds passing by, whether they look busy or not, and gives them a nudge before pointing toward the wreckage.]


    Do you know what happened here?

    iv. Communion
    [Rosmontis is used to… feeling people, sensing where they are. Like a low background hum, but she usually has to focus on it for it to get sharper. Having others’ voices within her head is so much more concrete that it’s almost startling. The first few times she hears it and has it explained to her, she idly wonders if this is anything like what Amiya must experience, being so open to the hearts of others.

    It’s an odd feeling, but… she’s curious.

    The presence coming over communion is guarded, but it almost feels vast. Larger than what one might expect from the quiet voice of a teenage girl that follows.]


    Do you get tired of it? Hearing other people’s voices so clearly in your heads like this so much?

    v. Wildcard

    [Yet another here just for funsies at the moment/maybe getting apped one day! I’m down for whatever if there’s anything in particular you’d like to do.]
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    i.

    [personal profile] waterflows 2023-09-16 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
    Wow wow, you'd kill someone as cute as me, just like that?? [ rude af

    the newcomer is a woman, of average stature in size, her white coat dusted with grime and her sandy hair tangled behind her. in front are her hands, both raised palms facing forward in alarm, because she sure wasn't expecting someone to threaten to kill her right after she dug herself out of the ground??

    sheesh, and the day's only just gotten started. just her luck. ]


    Geez, is that how you talk to all women when you first meet them?
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    communion.

    [personal profile] waterflows 2023-09-16 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
    Mmm, I can't say I'm used to this either.

    [ being able to sense the moods and basic needs of the flora around her is one thing, but having a bunch of other voices in her head all the time? not so much. ]

    But it's not so bad, don't you think? There's always someone to talk to waiting just around the corner!

    [ they'll never be lonely at least, and if she knows anything it's the weight of always being the only one. ]
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    temple.

    [personal profile] waterflows 2023-09-16 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
    [ did miss lin yuhsia ask for company this fine day? no, but she's getting it anyway. ♥

    there's another woman casually sauntering around the temple, eyes bright and curious as she takes in the architecture so different from what she's used to. certainly nothing like this exists in trimounts, outside of a few selective museums.

    she perks up at the sight of lin, steps speeding up just a bit as she walks forward to engage in conversation. ]


    See something you don't like?

    [ why else would there be so many furrows between those brows? ]
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    Avenger | Fate/Hollow Ataraxia

    [personal profile] ahrimanes 2023-09-16 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
    I. Rebirth

    [ He wasn't ever supposed to see the light of the sun again. He had been consigned to the void; to the nothingness between all things. To endure and to be, the receptacle of all of the world's hatred. And yet - here he was, standing in the light, blinking as he picked sap and spoil off of himself. He doesn't look like much - a young man with dark skin, covered in dark, intricate tattoos that seem to carry a sense of foreboding about them. He sneezes once, twice, and then dusts himself off with a little groan. ]

    What's the big deal? Not that I'm complaining too much, but this isn't where I'm supposed to be!

    [ He frowns. ]

    ...Don't even have a contract, huh? Oi-

    [ He stares at the... human? Person? He's found. ]

    What is this? You got any idea?

    II. Springstar

    [ Honestly, this place is nice enough. He has to admit it's kinda neat to actually, you know, be able to walk around again. Smell the air. Taste food. Even if he's not sure why he's one of the people who's been pulled into this thing. It's not like he's particularly powerful. Or particularly good. Or really... much of anything. But if that gets him a chance to be at a prty, maybe he shouldn't complain? Then again, seeing humanity on display like this - oh, that awaken that old familiar feeling in his chest. That warmth. That heat.

    Ah, yes.

    Hatred.

    He finds someone - he doesn't particularly care who, a sly, nasty sort of smile on his face.
    ]

    It's kind of typical, isn't it? These people come out with some sort of victory party and there's still people belly-aching about someone not being good enough.

    [ He's not particularly invested. He just sounds incredibly amused by it.

    Alternatively, he can be found loading up on food.

    Look, he likes food and eating.
    ]

    III. Highstorm

    [ In Highstorm, he also pokes around, listening to people, lurking in the background. Going here and there and seeing what these people have to say. They're the losers of... whatever this recent Oracle thing was, apparently, and that's interesting on all its own. But he's not sure he cares too much about the politics of it just yet. Instead he finds himself in the antiquities market - and there he can be found with a picture puzzle.

    Maybe it's nostalgia. Maybe it's just because he's bored.

    But he's half crouched in between a pair of shops, just moving the little squares around. Click, click, click. It distracts him. Keeps him entertained.

    Definitely not because it reminds him of someone.
    ]

    IV. Communion

    Hey, this is wild. Didn't know I could poke around in the heads of a bunch of people. How's this work if you end up fucking? Do you just have to listen to someone? How hard is it to keep people out?

    [ Asking the real questions. ]

    V. Wildcard

    [ Anything else! He'll be poking around just about everywhere. ]
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    [personal profile] fursuit 2023-09-16 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
    Sure. If I help you out, kinda defeats the purpose. Or that’s what I figure, at least.

    [ It definitely has all of the hallmarks of what he’d call a “trial”, even if this isn’t his personal style. It could definitely be another god’s, though. From the seed to the crystal to digging your way out of the damn ground, it’s chock full of the kind of metaphor that they’re so fond of.

    He takes a better look at the guy that’s just crawled out in front of him, and— Yeah, he’s got the vibe of a Servant, huh? But not exactly a normal kind. The tattoos are probably a clue to who he is, but honestly? It doesn’t matter all that much to Tezcatlipoca either way. So with a little half-laugh, he gestures towards him with the glasses. ]


    Nice tattoos.

    [ Maybe it’s prying, maybe he’s genuinely appreciative! It’s hard to tell! But he pops the sunglasses back onto his face and shrugs as he decides that it’s about as clean as they’re going to get. ]
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    [personal profile] glassmaker 2023-09-16 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
    [ She's help neutral at this point now that she's gotten her bearings, but she's not about to send Muelsyse away either when the other woman trots up to her. Does she recognize her?

    Maybe. Yüshia doesn't spend much time at Rhodes Island, and there are a lot of operators there, but she's always been good with faces.

    She doesn't show any signs of it either way as she continues to study the building.
    ]

    Just wondering how this structure was built in the time frame the locals have suggested.
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    [personal profile] waterflows 2023-09-16 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
    [ that makes two of them then, preferring to keep to their respective organizations rather than the landship known as rhodes island.

    muelsyse glances away from lin and back towards the architecture, lips pursing as she surveys. ]


    Mmm, couldn't say. I'm the head of Ecology, not the head of Structural, for a reason.

    [ give her an unidentified plant to analyze and she'll be raring to go, an answer provided within minutes. buildings? nah. ]

    Why, thinking of building something like it?
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    [personal profile] glassmaker 2023-09-16 02:00 am (UTC)(link)
    [ If that's the case, then Yüshia has a lovely greenhouse to point Muelsyse to later, but sadly right now she's more focused on what's right in front of her, reaching out to touch the brilliant surface lightly with the tips of two of her fingers. ]

    I'm not particularly interested in ostentatious buildings like this myself. Just the kind of being that could create one so easily.

    [ A god apparently, again according to the locals, or at least her local guide. ]
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    [personal profile] ahrimanes 2023-09-16 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
    Oh, you like them?

    [ He doesn't care too much about the trial. Or even if it is a trial. He's here; he's existing. Something's gone wrong somewhere for that to have happened. Although this definitely isn't the Grail War again. He gives Tezcatlipoca an appraising look.

    Hmm.
    ]

    Can't even tell you I chose them myself, because I didn't.

    [ He puts his hands behind his head with a sigh. ]

    So, who are you, helpful one?
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    [personal profile] waterflows 2023-09-16 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
    [ oh?

    her gaze slides back over, a glimmer of curiosity in her eyes. humans - and other shortlived species - are always so interested in anything that might give them an advantage, the upper hand in sticking around longer.

    well, it's not like she's really all that different at the end of the day. ]


    Have you tried praying at the front? Maybe whatever built this temple might show up and answer all your questions.

    [ that's how it goes in the fairy tales, isn't it? ]
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    [personal profile] glassmaker 2023-09-16 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
    [ It's a fair assumption, though there's a thoughtful hum at that question as Yüshia's expression smooths out into something more impassive. ]

    I've never been the praying sort.

    [ And isn't particular interested in starting now. Sorry, Miss Quetz. ]

    Though if I decide I really want to play twenty questions with a god, I might give it a try later.
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    Ishtar 🪐 Fate/

    [personal profile] ninanna 2023-09-16 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
    I. BEARING FRUIT
    [The disrespect! The inhumanity! How dare — how very dare they! She is a goddess of the heavens! She does not belong stuck in the ground like some... some... ROOT VEGETABLE! Like some grimy little potato covered in soil and dirt! Disgusting, deplorable, deranged—]

    You there! Yes you!

    [In all her naked ass glory, with seemingly no shame at all, this red-eyed woman comes stomping your way and grabs you. If you're already out of the ground? It's on the shoulder. If you're still just peeking out like a springtime crocus? She's harshly yanking you out like you're an offensive weed in her garden.]

    Tell me the meaning of this. Do you know anything? Why can't I fly?

    [SHE'S NOT??? ASKING WHY SHE'S NAKED??? Also did she not get the dream memo? Yeesh. Maybe her brains are a little scrambled because technically the body she's using is kind of already supposed to be here.]


    II. SPRINGSTAR
    [Ishtar is quite the party girl. She immediately insists on harmonizing with Meridian to get her powers back, so mostly you'll she her floating about like some kind of bikini-clad faerie. Ah, that is unless it's deep into the festivities. She might just get carried away with body shots and and letting non-shard-bearers admire her, and getting a little too loose with drink. Either way, you'll find a floating woman draping her arms around your shoulders and allowing the rest of her body hover weightlessly like a scarf in the wind. Teasingly she speaks into your ear:]

    Having fun? Want to have a little more?


    III. WILDCARD
    [Feel free to make you own scenario or PM for a personalized starter! I'm more than willing to have her take a joy ride through any part of Kenos so even if you have a vague idea I'm happy to chat and make it work. Since Fate/ is capped and I already play Rin, this is mostly as a fun little diversion and maybe even to freak out her CR. Let's play!]
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    III. 8)

    [personal profile] twohand 2023-09-16 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
    [ It feels strange, to walk the streets of this land and not be scrutinized; far too strange for his liking, for the countless years spent scrabbling for his tightrope-taught reputation had left him well-prepared for even an afterlife to be ill-fitting for someone like him. What manner of after-world was this, to be greeted so casually by someone — without suspicion or fear in their eyes, and a mouth full of smoke and lazy invitation. Not teeth, not nigh-feral defensiveness.

    He has nothing to his name, not weapon nor accoutrement. Not even Guen had come with him, and her loss had pained him the most — his most loyal and beloved companion, he prays she finds new hands one day. Gentle, loving hands that will take her away from the thousand-foot climb atop Kelvin's Cairn and shepherd her someplace warm once more. ( Maybe, subconsciously, it is why he is drawn to the strange man and his strange, easy nature. Cat people, yanno'. )

    Once beckoned, he walks to the perch where Tezca points into the distance from and holds a dark hand over his brow — not to block out the sun ( there is no sunlight in Highstorm, he misses it already ), but to better control the focus as he looks into the tangle of trees. ]


    In my experience, big rocks atop tall structures are usually ritual altars.

    [ His tone is light, wry. Experienced. ]

    — it's pretty.
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    [personal profile] mountainmew 2023-09-16 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
    Mm.

    [There’s a thoughtful pause as she considers that. Maybe it is a little like being on the bustling landship, with people to run into everywhere. Just… more immediate and accessible.]

    I guess it means no one will get lonely. Even if some people are pretty loud.
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    IV.

    [personal profile] ninanna 2023-09-16 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
    Overwhelmed by just this much? I suppose it isn't normal for mortals.

    [She... doesn't elaborate or even consider the big assumption she just made. Why would she? Ishtar doubts there are many who can match her divinity.]
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    IV.

    [personal profile] ninanna 2023-09-16 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
    How hard is it for you to hold your tongue?
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    [personal profile] ahrimanes 2023-09-16 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
    Pretty easy. I just reach up and grab it.
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    [personal profile] ninanna 2023-09-16 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
    ...Wonderful. Keep it still while I come to rip it out.

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