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TDM #1

TDM #1
DREAMING
At first, there is nothing. You are nothing. Whatever existed before ceases to be if for a moment. Then, bit by bit, you start to become aware. Where there was not even darkness now is a dim haze, gentle and almost mist-like. You have limbs again and beneath your feet lays a path of light reaching out like limbs of a great tree beneath you, twisting and climbing out into the horizon.

You take a step forward for what else is there to do? As you walk you begin to remember what it was you were doing before the nothingness; maybe something as simple as chatting with a loved one or close friend. Maybe you were just beginning a great journey or facing off against an old foe. Whatever it was, you get the distinct feeling that wherever and whenever that was, it is not here. Not now.

The path of light twists off into different directions. When you look up you can see that it is not a sky above you but the sky of everything, a grand cosmic tapestry littered with not mere stars but galaxies and clusters of galaxies that gleam like crystals against the velvety backdrop of space. Admire it for a moment, if you will. You don't know how long you will drift here, but you are not alone. Other wanderers will come and go as you bask together in the vastness of creation.

It seems to you that there are two paths to walk in this place, the light and dark beckoning in turn.

THE LIGHT AT THE CENTER
One leads you to the center, splintered fragments folding together and colliding until only one thing remains: a light that speaks to you with the voice of all there is and has ever been. It greets you simultaneously as an old friend and as a lost child, both rejoicing in and mourning your arrival. You remember it too, somehow, with a feeling of complex nostalgia, as if returning to a place recalled from your distant childhood.

You’ll feel the same of the other wanderers that join you in the light; you know their faces, their voices, and as you reflect upon the world of your birth, you may witness fragments of theirs as well. You feel a comradery, then, a synchronicity of thought and emotion. Are the lives of others truly so different from your own? Or are you simply two hands of the same, greater being? Though some individualistic part of you may resist, the longer you spend in the light, the more you will find yourself becoming one with it.

Despite this welcoming call, no matter how eagerly your pursue its embrace, before you can fully submerge yourself in this oneness you will find yourself being torn away. As if seized by the impossibly long, cold arm of a creature unseen, you are plucked from the edge of fulfillment. The last thing you will remember is the sensation of your world, and all the others your experienced here, collapsing into nothingness.

THE DARK OUTSIDE (CW: deep despair, ego death)
The other leads towards the outside, where the splintering becomes so great that the vestiges of reality can do nothing but collapse back into the abyss at the end of everything. As you wander to these barren outskirts, your thoughts will not be drawn to familiarity and oneness, but instead to memories of discontent and waste. The darker the path becomes, the more you find yourself dwelling on life’s disappointments and injustices, of the things about yourself and your world you find wanting.

If you see others here, at first they will feel frightening or contemptible, as if representing to you the worst experiences in your life. Even if they are someone you’re certain you know, that familiarity and affection will be stripped away in the face of the great emptiness before you. In the end, you were all the same. In the end, none of this was worth it. If you approach the end together, you may even form a kind of kinship around this acknowledgment, as the need for paranoia and hatred fades.

Slowly, the darkness encroaches, and you can see it devouring all the things you once knew. Memories of your home, of those you loved, dissolve into nothing, and you can only reflect on the barren emptiness in your heart as you see it happen. In your final moments, though, you feel peace with it all, knowing that there was no other way. You step from the edge of the last dwindling fragment of being and are greeted by silence.

THE END
No matter which way you go, you are left with a single impression: you feel the world you came from die. It's a realization that transcends logic or sense; it weighs on your heart and leaves the vestiges of dark memories dancing in your thoughts like motes of ash. It's a memory of your home crumbling away into nothing as if consumed from within by rot. Returned to the void, all that's left to you is to be reborn.

REBIRTH
In a new time and place, you awaken. Stirring within a capsule of warmth and isolation your senses will slowly return, only to observe that you are trapped. Your body, as it wakes, is tangled in close, yours eyes unable to open, as if still within the womb. You are held tight in the embrace of something unyielding, so smothering that at first you only have the strength to struggle for moments at a time. Yet, as you persist, the pressure begins to relent in turn; it may take hours, but eventually you will find the purchase to push, to claw, to fight, and it will all give way.

The chrysalis surrounding you bends like flesh and cracks like glass. It tears as you force your fingers through, finding liberation one inch at a time, until finally you have emerged. As if having undergone metamorphosis, you feel old and new all at once. You are weak, piteously so, but the markings and scars of your previous life remain. As you slump down upon the smooth cavern stone, you realize that you've just wrenched yourself free of gigantic crystal, though its hollow, shimmering form is now in pieces on account of your passing. Somewhere on your body, a shard of similar material remains embedded.

The cave itself looks almost like the inside of a geode, the walls and ceiling bedazzled with greyish crystal that shines with all the colors of the rainbow. While they vary wildly in size and shape, only a few have grown large enough to hold a form like yours, and you can see the one you just escaped isn't the only one bearing a passenger within. They may have already hatched, or they may still be lingering in stasis. Either way, there's enough time that you may have a chance to speak to yours unexpected peers, or to perhaps to struggle to find something to cover your naked body with. You feel the chill of the open air against your moisture laden skin, a distant light trickling in through the cavern's opening.

Make the most of this time. It won't be long before you're interrupted.

[Mod Note: If you don't want to deal with your character being naked in front of the others at that location, feel free to assume they emerge at a different time than the others of their legacy. Characters will be 'hatching' over a period of several hours.]

CAPTIVITY
It seems that someone was waiting for you to arrive, and not in the most friendly of ways. Though the specifics of who comes to get you will vary according to which legacy shrine your character awakens at, there are certain commonalities: most notably, how they are ostensibly here to capture and imprison you. It's easy for them, all considered. You can barely stand, so fresh out of your chrysalis, and whatever powers or special abilities you may have had will not answer your call. Even worse, your would be captors are well equipped for the job.

Each group arrives with several 'whips' made of unknown materials. What makes them so special only become obvious when one of them inevitable snakes its way around your body. Whether it be your ankle or your neck, being bound by these cords puts you under the influence of whoever is holding the other end of your leash. Your mind remains untouched, but you will find yourself physically incapable of performing physical actions that go against their will. While the possibilities are frightening, thankfully they all just seem to want one thing: for you to come along as a good little prisoner and to not cause any of them too much trouble.

The rest depends on your character's legacy:

THE LOVER
The small island the shrine is built upon is approached by several modest boats with colorful sails. They carry what appears to be a collection of fearful fisherfolk and town guards. They are reluctant to speak with those being pulled out of the shrine or even look them in the eye. If they have their choice, the entire process will be done in silence. If you try too hard to upset them, the guards will sternly bring you to heel.

THE CELEBRANT
The infrastructure of an entire festival ground seems to be built around this shrine, and as a result, there are an usual amount of people present. While most keep their distance, a few will engage with the local guards that arrive to capture the Aions, complaining that this is going to interfere with their preparations for the upcoming Lover’s Festival. They are pushed aside in short order, and the rest of the retrieval will be done in a stern but business-like manner.

THE MARTYR
At first, those arriving to capture the Aions will be hesitant to even enter the barren crater this shrine is held within. Once the presence of the new arrivals becomes clear, however, they will run in as if crossing the no man’s land of a battlefield and complete their work with gusto. It appears to be mostly military folk and they seem to lack any patience or sympathy for those they capture.

THE SOVEREIGN
The captors here seem to be a mixed bag, almost as if two separate squadrons have arrived at the same time. One is a gathering of people who give off the impression of mountain folk, while the others are well armored soldiers. Though it will be hard to make out the specifics, there seems to be some manner of disagreement between these two parties over what should be done, but the ones kitted out in full military attire win out in the end. By then, they are completely out of patience for further resistance.

THE ARTISAN
The people here seem to have mixed feelings about your arrival. On one hand, it seems to be a moment of considerable trepidation, on the other, they seem unbearably curious about your nature. They will ask questions about any unusual features you have, or what your skills are, while others from the group try just as hard to shush them. Ultimately, they don’t seem that enthusiastic about having to capture you, but they also don’t seem to think they have much choice.

THE INNOCENT
Among rolling hills of flowers, at first it seems as if this shrine may not be visited at all. Before the arriving Aions can escape it, though - naked and weakened as they are - a group of fairly normal looking townsfolk will arrive. They pause as they spot you near the shrine, almost like they are hesitating about coming at all. In the end, they will converge upon you and ask for you to please cooperate. They won’t hurt you, as long as you come with them.

THE SEEKER
Armored soldiers are the ones to first pull you from the shrine, but as you arrive outside of it you'll see that it is situated at the edge of a great forest. An ancient observatory is build into the cliff face behind the shrine, and your captors are apparently in the process of negotiating with a series of robed individuals that have emerged from it. According to them, the soldiers kidnapping you are trespassing. Unfortunately, they are not the ones with weapons.

THE WANDERER
When you first emerge from the shrine, it will appear as if you have just missed a skirmish. There are a few bodies scattered about, all wearing woodland armor made of leather and fur. The victors, it seems, come in the form of fully armored soldiers. Thoroughly irritated by the fight that just happened, they will not waste time on niceties. If you try to ask them what just happened, the best you may get is a sneer about ‘those damn forest people.’ You may spot a couple more bodies on the trail leading out of the forest as well.

THE FIREBRAND
The first thing to be seen beyond the cavern entrance is a sheer drop into a raging canyon river far below you, with only a narrow path leading up the steep cliff face. It would be a difficult situation, even without black-cloaked warriors making their way down it to collect you. Struggle too much and you'll be at risk of being thrown into the chasm. These masked assailants are largely unmoved by your protests and will drag you the entire way up the cliff if you force them to. "Your soul will be claimed," they say.

THE VISIONARY
The view from the mouth of the cavern is awe inspiring, revealing the foreign shapes of a world you've never seen before. Unfortunately, the altitude of this shrine means you will also be greeted with sharp wind and biting cold. Fortunately, or not, a party of mountaineers and three black-cloaked warriors will arrive to collect you. Despite their seeming inability to defy the orders of the warriors, the mountaineers will toss you some shoes and blankets for the trek down, even if they are taken away from you later. If the warriors speak at all, it's mostly in the form of ominous utterances.

THE CHAMPION
Even if one were to stagger out of the shrine's cavern before being approached, the Aions arriving here will swiftly find themselves in a hopeless situation. Not only are there soldiers here to collect there is a moderately sized military barracks built around the shrine itself, and this particular squadron is not on your side. You will be swarmed before you can get far at all. There seems to be a mix of two squadrons here, some wearing heavy armor and red accents, while the others wear full face masks and dark cloaks.

Once you've been captured and pulled from the shrine, you will given a formless white gown made of moderately comfortable fabric, with sleeves reaching your elbows and its bottom reaching down past your knees. You will not be given pants or shoes. You're in for a journey, apparently - no matter who plucked you from the cave, most of the heavily armored soldiers in the prompts above will turn out to be 'Hylician soldiers', while the smaller number of black-robed warriors are referred to 'Achamites'. After the initial dealings with the shrines, all prisoners will be passed off to a squadron of Hylicians, though a few Achamites may follow along depending on the location.

Where are you all going? Back to Hylici, apparently.

WAITING
After you've been handed off to the the Hylician military, you have a long road ahead of you. Loaded up onto carts, and then eventually onto river borne boats, the people collected at the shrines will all be brought to a forest in the center of Horos. Along the way, the squadron ferrying you will combine with others from neighboring shrines, more and more captives arriving in your group the closer to your destination you get.

Along the way you will be fed and watered well enough (though only with military rations), and at night you will be given flimsy bedrolls to sleep around the fire with. Captives will be under constant watch by the Hylician guard, and anyone who shows any signs of resistance will be required to be bound by one of those magic whips, usually around the ankle or wrist. The rest of the trip is spent being pulled along in carts or the storage bays of boats. After the groups start converging, captives of the same legacy will not necessarily be kept together.

The final muster point of the Hylicians and their captives will be among forest ruins. For what purpose you have arrived they will not say, but the entire group will be camping there until preparations are complete. Sadly, you won't be allowed much space to explore - not without being bound and under watch. If you've behaved yourself it's possible to move about the central ruins, but only if the guards are confident they'll be able to wrangle you when necessary. It does allow for moderately private conversations along the pillars and walls of the ruins, but venturing out into the forest itself is definitely out of the question.

From beginning to end, characters will spent about two weeks in transit and waiting in the ruins. To what end is yet to be seen, but if you listen closely, you may hear whispers of a 'ritual space' being prepared.

QUESTIONS
Are everyone's homeworlds really gone?
That's a complicated issue, and while the fate of their world is not without hope, they may certainly get the impression its been destroyed from the dream they had. Alternatively, they may refuse to believe what they felt and attempt to dismiss it as only a vision. More about this situation will be revealed as the game goes on.

Can I only experience one end of the dream sequence prompt?
Characters may experience one ending, both endings, or neither. If they experience both they will struggle to recall which came first or which feels the most 'true' to them, as both will simultaneously be the thought they are reborn with. If your character refuses to pursue either path they can simply linger in the middle until the infinite worlds above them start being extinguished one by one, eventually expelling them into darkness in a similar style to the light prompt. Which dreams they experience will not dictate their intial sect affiliation.

Is it possible to pull another character back from the end of the light or darkness dreams?
Yes! If your character is able to resist the pull of either end, they will have the chance to try to pull another character back from the edge of the abyss or the edge of oneness. Whether or not they succeed is entirely up to the other character, though.

Do you come out of the chrysalis wet?
For most intents and purposes it's the same experience as hatching out of a real butterfly chrysalis, so yes, a bit.

Can my character resist the influence of the whips?
Those possessed of particularly strong wills may be able to struggle with the whip's control in brief spurts, but not long enough to make a full escape attempt. They may be able to take an impotent swing at one of the guards or fight against being pulled along, though. Naturally, doing this will indicate to the Hylicians that you are a problem, and their handling of you will become harsher the more it occurs.

How cruel will the Hylicians be to the player characters?
The Hylician military are not friendly people and come across as being a bit callous even at the best of times. However, unless you provoke them, they will be primarily focused on just getting the job done with as few interruption as possible. If your character makes a habit of pissing them off, either by constantly fighting back or just by being persistently obnoxious, their treatment will get worse. If driven to it, they may take the opportunity to take out their frustrations on particularly troublesome prisoners, via physical punishment, humiliation, or deprivation.

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[personal profile] passio 2022-02-14 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ blonde… ]

Ah?

[ it is an instant kill. dextera is already not particularly accustomed to being acknowledged in any positive sense, especially not by women, and especially not by pretty women. hook line and sinker. dextera swallows and nods, but not before looking around to check his surroundings.

everyone looks different. this is not a fantasy. ]
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[personal profile] skirka 2022-02-14 05:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ What she notices before anything else is his height - here is a man who is tall, and thus, she hopes, a knight. But he is not dressed as a knight; he is, like her, not dressed at all. And, after a scathing glance down his seated body, she decides he cannot be a man of Westeros at all. He is finely groomed, so finely groomed that it seems no hair covers his body at all, though this is not immediately displeasing. A neat, clean jaw had always appealed to her.

He is not brimming with muscle, looking to her rather slim, but he is composed and, to judge by his averted eyes, chivalrous. Emboldened by this bit of deference, she pads closer to where he sits, studying his face and narrowing her jade eyes at his words. They glint with suspicion; does he mock her? She almost laughs, imagining that the two of them share any sort of similar situation. They have both been robbed of their clothing, yes, but he is no one that she knows. He cannot be anyone of notable title.

There is something strange about him, not only in his make, but in his bearing. Does this poise come from long courtly practice? Is he scheming? Is he paralyzed by shock or rage? Grief? She approaches with a calculating poise of her own design, prepared to flee should he prove himself a foe. ]


Who have you seen? They can't have left us here alone. [ She does not know who they are, only that whoever has had the gall to try and humiliate her this way would not leave her for long. Gold is never left unattended. Then, without overture - ] Can you fight?
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[personal profile] hippocarnival 2022-02-14 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Conversely, Yuya proceeds to tighten his trembing grip with that, not ready to lose what little sense of safety it makes him feel.

It's just... a lot. All of this. He had braced himself against their cruelty he'd forgotten about accepting kindness.]
Yeah, I--yeah... I don't know what's going to happen to us.
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[personal profile] affal 2022-02-14 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
( makoto recoils from guren's reply, sudden and obvious in how he mocks at looking stricken. in truth, he had known it had been a long shot — really, he had just been poking and prodding at the soldiers, trying to see how much leeway they would give before administering a more corporal response (the answer was obviously "very little leeway at all") — but still, he's not entirely unconvinced they should've been given an offer of some sort of assistance up the cliff, given what they had just gone through...

he continues, keeping his voice down so his complaints don't earn him another, sharper case of whiplash (his head is only just attached to this body, after all, and he's pretty sure he won't survive it coming off at this point). )


Even so, we're just about as strong as newborns, and they immediately set us to marching up a cliff?

( he lets it go, sighing, focusing for a moment in putting one foot in front of another. he's not a robust one. the muscles in his legs are already crying out in protest at what he's putting them through, and he huffs and puffs as they climb.

he pauses for a moment at the stranger's suggestion, then he starts to laugh, breathless, his thin shoulders shaking beneath the shapeless, white gown. )
You know what's most likely to happen if I do that, right?

( he pauses in his steps to reach out in front of guren, directing his attention toward the cliff and down, toward the furious river that cut through the canyon far below. )

Are you trying to get me killed? ( despite the words, his tone is honeyed, just as half-humorous as guren's had been. )
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[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-02-14 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
He keeps a weary eye on Yuya as he considers, though his brow lifts slightly as he gives his answer. He remembers seeing a light off in the distance himself, but he didn't end up following it. Why not, he still isn't sure. He felt drawn to search the darkened pathways of the outside instead.

He's quiet for a moment, and then prompts him onward: "and after that?"
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[personal profile] demoon 2022-02-14 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
[As if the questions weren't annoying enough, now they're pointed at him... For a long moment, he stares straight forward, almost as if he's intending to ignore them, as well.

But, well. They're questions he has, too.]


Do you think any answer they could give us wouldn't open twenty more questions?

[Similarly, Guren's restraint is around his leg. He had put up a fight at first, of course, but upon realizing what the whip did, it seemed like a waste of nearly-depleted energy. Currently, he's taking in the path that they're walking, occasionally glancing down the cliffs as they move.]

Do you recognize anything here? [A genuine question, because he sure doesn't.]
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[personal profile] judicatus 2022-02-14 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ again, a momentary pause. ]

Gabranth.

[ reclaim it, he'd once been told of the name that was no longer his to bear. but what purpose does reclaiming that identity serve now, in a world where it holds no meaning? what purpose could it serve now that his own world is dead?

he brushes it aside, of course. perhaps someday he will find the time to mourn, but that time is not now. ]


Well met. [ he'd offer a hand of greeting, but the gesture might just be enough to draw undue attention towards them both. ] You know aught of rituals, do you?

[ there's barely a question in it; the man's words imply, at least in his own mind, that he has some familiarity with the subject. more familiarity than gabranth has himself, for certain. ]

What manner of preparation is required for a ritual of such scale, do you think? Beyond what we've seen so far.
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[personal profile] skirka 2022-02-14 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ She decides, on no more than a glance, that the man she speaks to is of high breeding. He has the bearing of a nobleman, a courtier or a lord, and she slinks in a step closer, knowing this promise for what it is. He is not a common man, which means he must wield either a weapon or influence. Given the resolute manner of their captors, she doubts it is the former.

A blade is what she most needs to see herself released from this captivity, but influence will work just as well, if not half so quick.

Despite the glimmer of opportunity she has spotted, she stiffens at the mention of superstition. It is for the peasants to dabble in myths and fear, and for the men of the Wall to hunt the ghosts of monsters, and she has no wish to hear of black magic. By his even tone, she cannot well gauge his own judgment of the matter, but she is not above encouraging him toward distaste. Violent resentment would be even better. ]


You do not look like a man who partakes in peasant games. [ This can't possibly be more than that, can it? Whoever has thrust her into these unbecoming games will be made to account for it. ]
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[personal profile] vivificantem 2022-02-14 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
[If Paul has noticed anything about this one, it's that he's extremely fighty; a good thing, perhaps, in the long run, though he can't say it's doing anyone any favors in the short term. Least of all the guy himself; it's fortunate, perhaps, that they can't do much damage for the time being. He can't imagine their captors would be as lenient as they have been otherwise.

Paul himself has been compliant, and tending to those who aren't; for the best, really, that they keep as many unharmed and with their strength up as possible.

Feed my flock.

He's a little surprised when he's joined by the fighty bastard as evening wanes on; he's muttering something to himself when he's joined (maybe a prayer for the eightieth time, maybe just talking to himself, it's hard to say) but he stops abruptly when he's no longer alone. He returns the vague greeting gesture because he's not uncivilized, and he kind of stares for a while at the question because, well, he's not uncivilized.]


This...all seems unorganized, for a ritual.
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You Know.

[personal profile] passio 2022-02-14 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ the dream is familiar, the sensation of rebirth is familiar, but what’s newly unfamiliar to him now is the oddly beautiful cave he’s found himself in. a far cry from the lab he usually wakes up in, he realizes he’s not alone and surrounded by others of his kind. ]



[ someone is talking to him, who is not a doctor. dextera doesn’t think he can get up, though; as much as he would like to comply with the person telling him what to do, he can only handle so much. but when he looks up, he realizes there’s a hand offered for help and not just someone making impossible demands. ]

…?

[ an expression of hesitation more than suspicion. ]
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[personal profile] bloodsins 2022-02-14 06:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Vicious opens his mouth to respond to that, then pauses and considers. No, he's got a point, if they answer even one question, someone in the group's going to fire back with at least twenty more. Better to work in silence and leave the questions for later. So he shrugs instead, simply leaving it at that.]

Nope, not a damn thing. I've traveled enough to say there's nothin' quite like this where I'm from.

[...well, okay, probably not, it's not like he's been everywhere in his world. But you get the point.]

I'm guessin' it's all new to you too?
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[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-02-14 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
Estinien's balance isn't at its best either, but he manages to steady himself, albeit precariously. Though he grits his teeth and scowls, having orders barked at him actually has a way of centering his thoughts. He can, at the very least, find some sense in what's being said.

He casts one last glance at the water below and then growls to himself, apparently abandoning the idea. Not down there, he reasons. That would be a foolish act of desperation, and little else.

Instead, he starts staggering up the narrow path of stone. With bare feet and strained muscles, it's hard to accomplish even that much, but it's either that or try to stage his escape here.

"Are you loyal to the Empire?" he asks after a moment of silence, casting him a wary glance.
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[personal profile] bloodsins 2022-02-14 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
[C'mon man, live a little. Have a little fun. If we're gonna be sacrificed to some horrible gods or something at least go out cracking jokes.]

Think so? I wouldn't know, never had any reason to learn anythin' 'bout religion.

[There's a goddess or something, maybe? Hell if he knows.]

So if you were gonna hold some kinda ritual sacrifice, how'd you set it up?

[...this is definitely still a joke, his sense of humor is terrible.]
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[personal profile] demoon 2022-02-14 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
Noooo wayyy. They'd never want to hear your voice echoing the whole way down there.

[Guren waves his hand in the air to brush the issue off entirely, eyes sliding away from the edge of the cliffside and towards one of the soldiers escorting them.]

Besides, if that was a real threat, I think they would have chucked you over by now. You must be valuable enough to put up with.
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[personal profile] affal 2022-02-14 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
( makoto knows plenty about them as well — it had only been a few short years ago that he, as a human teenager, a high school student and little else, had searched through the esoteric and the taboo long enough to find a ritual that claimed to be able to summon a demon. and summon a demon he had, leading to the long, troublesome series of events that led him to become the creature which dextera now finds himself encountering.

he didn't need to answer. really, makoto isn't interested in the answers — it's very unlikely any fool trapped here with him knows much more than he does. he's only interested in information, in learning who it is he's either cooperating with or up against. no answer, then, can be just as valuable. it's all information.

he watches the cracker break under the worrying, absent-mindedly counting the number of pieces before the stranger's hand moves. makoto's gray-on-red eyes track it, marking the shape of the cross where it's drawn. sometimes his life as a human feels centuries and thousands of miles away from him, but it feels closer now — even if it's odd that it does, given that there's some quality about this stranger doesn't reek of mortality as most here do. curious, curious... )


A ritual to God? ( he handles the word carelessly, but, then again, he is a demon, and he had hated God long before he'd become one — he would hate any deity that would revile him for something about himself he had no hand in controlling. he maneuvers ever-so-slightly closer to the stranger, strange eyes set to cut through any reaction as he continues, provoking, ) And what sacrifice do you think we would make to God?

( though the way he says it implies far more: what sort of sacrifice do you think you would make to God? )
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[personal profile] devilmancrybaby 2022-02-14 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
"Neither would I," says Luo Binghe, narrowing his eyes. "I know very well what it is to have your dreams toyed with."
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[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-02-14 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
[That sounds more or less accurate to his sensibilities, too. There's something comforting in a healthy amount of religious skepticism. He exhales a half-formed laugh at her comment, seeming to understand the type of people she's referring to. She'll find no disagreement, there.

That is, exempting the fact that he knows there is value in souls as well. Granted, you really do need both to be of any use.

He levels his gaze at her as she asks for his allegiance, and he's struck again by the fact that it very well may not matter anymore. Can he fight for something that no longer exists? His gut turns, though his expression remains hard.]


Perhaps nothing, now.

[It hurts him more to say that than he'd like to show, so instead he keeps it coiled up inside of himself.]

Did you not share in that vision? The one that saw your world consumed?
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Cid Garlond | Final Fantasy XIV | The Artisan | no endwalker spoilers

[personal profile] youngprodigy 2022-02-14 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
I

[It isn't the first time he's had people ask questions about his third eye. It's why, in all honest, he hides it. He would have preferred to stay with the people who reacted to him in what might have been fear as opposed to the well-armed guards, but there's naught to be done about it. Given the compromised situation, and general... well. Behavior of his captors, he's as terse as he can be without testing the guards.

He knows too well how the Garlean Empire treats prisoners; Cid isn't taking any chances at all.

If anyone looks like they're getting too antsy, or like they're ready to fight, he'll try to catch their eye.]


Don't test them. I've experience with this sort.

[Which isn't to say he likes them. At all. It's obvious how much they anger him, how clearly he's swallowing his words. The fact that their captors seem like they don't know what to do with him isn't doing anything for his nerves.]

II
[He doesn't talk much until the group stops for the first time, taking in their surroundings. He hadn't been in a position to explore the shrine, but now in the forest, he looks around with great interest. At least, as far as they're allowed to go under watch of the ever-present guard.

It's not nearly enough for him to get a grasp on where they could be, beyond it's nowhere on Hydaelyn.

Cid isn't the sort to take stock in dreams, but what he'd experienced had been... well, he doesn't know for certain, but it sure felt like the descriptions of the Echo he'd been told. Not that there's anything he can do about that.]


Strange that we've been brought to ruins. It bodes ill.
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[personal profile] aquaveiled 2022-02-14 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ Himeka tilts her head to the side, regarding the boy with a hint of amusement. She didn't mean to startle him so, but she figures she's probably not one of the most threatening things he's encountered on this journey so far. ]

Are you sure? I don't mind sharing. Sometimes when I don't have anything else to do I like to eat.

[ Which, of late, she doesn't have much time for recreational snacking. This is far from a vacation, of course. ]
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[personal profile] devilmancrybaby 2022-02-14 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
Well, fair enough. Luo Binghe can't help being a little annoyed, but it's not as if he has anything more useful to offer himself.

He gives Yuya an evaluating sidelong look.

"Have you been waiting here a very long time?"
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[personal profile] semicharmed 2022-02-14 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
Gabranth, [ Matt repeats. Despite his dim outlook on their odds of surviving long enough for it to matter, he can't help finding it an interesting name. The feel on his tongue is like an herb he'd use in a spell for protection, or possibly safe travels. He files that away to mull on later, focusing for now on the question. ] Well ... if their rituals are anything like any of the ones I'm familiar with ...

They'd need to take us to a significant site, which could be this place for all I know. They might be waiting for an auspicious time? But the word I've heard them use is space, so that might indicate more the former than the latter. After that ...

Some gods want their sacrifices to be killed by specific symbolic means. I know some of them like hanging, drowning, fire. And I don't think any of that would be terribly difficult for them to do, logistically speaking. Given that they have those--

[ He gestures with one hand to encircle his opposite wrist. ]
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[personal profile] demoon 2022-02-14 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
Or do you want to sit there and freeze to death?

[Again, Guren shifts his hand slightly to indicate that he's waiting. He's not going to yank some stranger to his feet— not when he looks so pathetic, especially. But he's not going to give up and turn away so easily, either.]

It doesn't seem like anyone here knows what's going on.
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[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-02-14 06:30 am (UTC)(link)
Seemingly irritated enough to withdraw, Estinien falls silent for a while, stubbornly staring off to the corner of the cargo hold that Binghe is not. Of course, it's also not like there's anywhere for either of them to go. In practice, he spends some time gathering his thoughts before he bothers continuing.

"What do you think, then?" he asks. "Would you rather believe your world deceased?"
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[personal profile] vivificantem 2022-02-14 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
[......Well...]

We don't kill anyone, but...my own religion re-enacts the sacrifice of our Savior daily. It's a symbolic ritual is all. Does that count for you?
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[personal profile] affal 2022-02-14 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, and you're quite sure? Don't give them ideas. They might enjoy hearing my dying cries.

( they wouldn't be the only ones. time gives makoto only two things: knowledge and enemies.

as for the soldiers themselves, they seem happier with the captives entertaining themselves by speaking to one another rather than directing unwanted attention and questions towards them. if "happy" is a word that can even be applied to them... they are, for the most part, stone-faced and staring dead ahead as they continue the steady march upwards.

he sighs shortly. )
Let's hope you're right, then. ( a beat, broken as he takes a rattling breath. ) Though someone might have to carry me, if we are meant to go any further after we get to to the top of this cliff. I'm — ( huff, ) not meant for this sort of thing.