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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] bearshermark 2022-02-15 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
Amusement sparked in his eyes and he shook his head.

"I haven't found what I thought to either, but I'm also grateful. This is more than I'd ever dared hope for. With this.. perhaps everything will turn out all right, after all."

Eleven's expression softened toward the man. "I'll pray that your next life is a longer one."
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waiting

[personal profile] judicatus 2022-02-15 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
Gabranth is caught in a double-take, and even if the girl hadn’t spoken, he would find himself unable to disengage. It isn’t her appearance which makes him stare — ancient Ivalician legends spoke of a lost people with bird-like appendages, and he’s already seen much stranger things in this strange world, besides — rather, it’s her youth which gives him pause.

That the cosmic tragedy which drew him and so many others into this cruel situation should see fit to include a child among their number... He can hardly think of anything crueler.

Unconsciously, his expression softens from a surprised stare to a pitying look. “I don’t know,” he answers honestly, his voice low. “At this moment, I see no path forward save to comply...or to escape.”

Or to try to escape, at least. But that’s not even close to a sure thing, and already he’s uncertain that he should even suggest the possibility to this girl. Better not to imply even the faintest glimmer of hope where there may be none, after all.
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[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-02-15 12:44 am (UTC)(link)
[It's not as if Estinien hasn't considered that the vision he experienced was some trick of the mind - yet, somehow, her phrasing it as she does manages to cut through a layer of his credulity. She's right, isn't she? They would want them to feel purposeless, like there was nothing left to fight for.

Maybe the event had felt too inexplicable, too profound, for him to think it was only a ruse. Yet, if there is even a chance of her being right... the anger in his chest flares for a moment, fed by the indignity of potentially having been fooled so soundly.

His gaze focuses on her, as if trying to read her face, her intentions. Unfortunately, it's not among his most refined skills. His brow furrows, and then finally he looks to the ground at his feet.]


Nay. Even if my world were slain, I would not let its killer rest so easily.

[He would avenge it still, and the vow is true, despite the flickers of protest in his gut. He speaks of revenge, he knows he does, the very thing he swore he would take no more of. And yet... how could he deny it completely, with so many lives sacrificed?]
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[personal profile] bearshermark 2022-02-15 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
[Eleven elects to join her in settling down to sit. He nods]

A little lost- like the rest of us, I think. How strange to be aware of our rebirth, if that's what's happened.
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waiting

[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-02-15 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
Estinien misses the appearance of this familiar bird girl for a while after her arrival to the main group - most likely on account of having been sleeping during the day. With the guard's new habit of keeping him bound at night, it has impacted his ability to rest properly, which means he has increasingly ended up sleeping out of sync with the other prisoners. It's easy for them to keep an eye on him in the light, after all.

He's a beaten and haggard-looking man by the time they are all at the forest ruins, his long hair a mess, his eye blackened, his white robe stained with blood. He doesn't present the best first impression - and even less so when he's seen you before, and has reason to be wary.

Meteion. His heart flutters at the sight of her, something clicking into place in his head. Could she be connected to all of this? They had seen the destructive power her and her sisted wielded... but he thought she had changed her mind? Had she not been the one to lead Himeka back to them?

She could very well be speaking to someone else when he lurches towards her, his eyes wide and searching.

"You," he demands. "What is the meaning of this?"
Edited 2022-02-15 00:57 (UTC)
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a.

[personal profile] immunisation 2022-02-15 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ They say first impressions are important, right? Really set the stage for the future, far as relationships are supposed to go.

If it's true -- Jesus, Ellie doesn't want to know what the hell they're meant to take away from this. Once everything is said and done, maybe she and Howl can pretend like they totally met some other, not-quite-mortifyingly-naked-and-crystallized way. That would be real cool.

It isn't like she has the strength nor presence of mind to be worried about it much right now; the sensation of being trapped, of being cocooned in foreign substances and feeling raw in a way she doesn't understand takes center stage. She's been trying to get free for a while to middling success -- there's a hefty chunk of crystal clawed at and close to providing an opening where her hands rest at chest level, but her last blind go at it resulted in wearing herself out and a brief stint of something approaching unconsciousness. Hearing someone's voice on the other side of her makeshift cage has Ellie's eyes opening, slowly; her eyelids are so fucking heavy. Everything is heavy.

But seeing the figure of a person, of someone -- someone she can't identify as friend or foe -- seems to light a renewed fire in her. Her body stretches in its confines with a sharp jolt, and her slender fingers are clawing at the almost-hole with a vengeance. Maybe if he goes at it from the other side...? ]
epiprocta: (52)

absolutely! in the meantime i'm just hyped to see makoto around hehe, we support a horrible lad

[personal profile] epiprocta 2022-02-15 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ He hates that smile.

Hates that slimy pretense at geniality, hates the way something cold and sharp creeps into it, hates the casual tone of voice that accompanies it. Gen says nothing, but he also isn't really listening to what Makoto's saying -- it's probably bullshit anyway, it's usually bullshit that accompanies those sorts of saccharine-sweet smiles. Instead, his focus is on looking Makoto over, taking in those graceful movements, the odd color of his eyes, those lurid scars.

Maybe Makoto can feel the quiet intensity of that stare raking over him. It's probably for the best that he does. Because there's no other warning before Gen abruptly reaches forward in response to those honeyed words.

It's not a particularly hurried or quick movement. Instead it's controlled, deliberate, a very purposeful invasion of Makoto's private space to gauge how he reacts. Gen makes to wind his hand into the luxurious cascade of Makoto's hair, closer to the scalp, and tug his head to one side -- not meant to be violent or painful, but again, deliberate. Prodding at Makoto to see how he reacts.

If he shies away from the reach of fingers, that's fine; he'll take it as a victory that he got the guy to balk. If his hand's smacked away, that's fine too; any reaction is better than nothing. But ideally, Gen wants to accomplish the double purposes of making it clear he has no qualms about using physical force, and also getting a better look at the scars at Makoto's throat without his hair falling in the way. ]


The hell are you, anyway?

[ The question's breathed at a quiet, surly deadpan, so close to Makoto's face that most people in his position would find it discomforting. That's the point. True to his image of being a delinquent thug, Gen's knee-jerk response to anything he dislikes is to try to exert control over it. And so far, he's not really liking what he sees of Makoto. ]
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[personal profile] vivificantem 2022-02-15 01:02 am (UTC)(link)
[That seems to catch him a bit, his words implying the sort of drawn-out, slow surprise that comes with being slapped with some unexpected implement. A fish, maybe.]

Monsters...? No.

[What kind of hell world- ]

We have animals, but nothing that we would consider monsters.
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[personal profile] vivificantem 2022-02-15 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
And when you say Yggdrasil, you mean some sort of...goddess, I'm guessing?

[It's the sort of story he's at least sort of familiar with, in that theological doctrine tends to follow similar strokes; this is interesting, though, and he's entirely willing to let Eleven talk his thoughts out.]
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[personal profile] vivificantem 2022-02-15 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
[It isn't toward her at all, but just the same, his response is wry.]

I can always talk to Him. Unfortunately, that doesn't mean I'm getting an answer at the moment.

[He can speak all the wants, but the conversation isn't exactly great.]

Whether my prayers remain unanswered due to design, or for...some other reason, I couldn't tell you.
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[personal profile] judicatus 2022-02-15 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ the apology, quiet as it is, catches gabranth off-guard, and he turns to him with eyebrows raised. and then...he snorts. ]

Save your apologies for one who needs them. Were I not prepared to bear such wounds, I would not have resisted as I did.

[ really, he expects rather to be scolded for getting hurt like this. scolded, as if... as if those who knew him best were still here, at his side.

he turns his gaze skyward once more. ]


None of us has the same strength as we did ere our summons to this world. Not you, not I... Not a single one of us. [ not that he’s had a chance to survey every single person here, but— ] Otherwise, I should imagine we would have seen some greater effort at resistance right now... Or rather, we would have seen some success.
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[personal profile] vivificantem 2022-02-15 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
Not directly. But this is one of the few circumstances where I find myself willing to condone violence.

[The others being survival and... Well, all right, survival is pretty much it at the moment, but he's willing to add "getting dragged off and forced to go God only knows where, with no answers and no way of knowing how any of this bullshit is going to shake out, especially after the Earth may have died" to the list.

...It's a really, really specific addition.]
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[personal profile] epiprocta 2022-02-15 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
I don't owe anyone here shit. Like anyone's getting anything done by quietly going along with what those guards tell us to do -- they could start treating us worse just because they feel like it, what does it matter if it's because someone managed to piss them off.

[ It's a good sign of his age, isn't it. That youthful anger, the way he lets spite and rage take control for the moment, gritting out those furious words as he bristles at Kim like he's the one to blame for this whole mess.

But Gen huffs a sigh afterward. Scuffs a hand through the (tangled, unruly) mess of his hair. Then adds, grudgingly, ]


... they've only been beating on the people who fight back so far. You really think they're gonna bother changing patterns? Over, what, a few punches to the face?

[ He's too brash to control his anger and think before speaking, but it's not like he's totally careless, either. Gen's hardly the type to worry for other people, but he's not in a rush to earn everyone's ire, either.

The fact that Kim might have a point annoys him, but he'll still at least acknowledge it. ]
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[personal profile] perfectlygoodbird 2022-02-15 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
Meteion has been docile throughout--though the entelechy has done her level best to observe. There is a flicker of recognition in her eyes at the sight of Estinien Wyrmblood, but the corners of her lips only turn down in the slightest of frowns. Mostly confusion, perhaps, but there was recognition as well...

She tilts her head up at the tall, disheveled Elezen, brows arching.

"I know as much as you, ser," Meteion responds, calmly enough. "I have nothing to do with this."

That, of course, could always change, considering what the army's ends are, but for the moment Meteion's knowledge is as limited as the dragoon's might be--she has no way to find out. She does take in his appearance, and frowns at it.

"Are you all right?"
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this poor man

[personal profile] skirka 2022-02-15 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's as ignorant as the rest of them, she concludes before she has even finished raking him with her hawk-quick gaze. He hasn't the faintest idea who she is, although how this is possible, she cannot begin to guess. She shouldn't have to. He should have recognized her, should have devoted himself to her protection above all else, and he should have had the good sense to be wearing a sword, in the event that he is called upon to fulfill such a valiant task.

But he is not the warrior she has been yearning for. He is little more than a squire, if he is anything: he is made of gentle lines, there is sincere confusion in his face, and in that same face there is a striking lack of deception. He is, it would seem, truly bewildered by her refusal of his gift, and for a moment this has the sole effect of infuriating her all the more.

Who would be killing him? Her headsman, if he were here to be summoned. Any of the knights who routinely flank her when she walks from one end of the keep to the other. Any half-trained hound, if she'd had one to inflict upon him. Her brother, the king, a hired sellsword; she has none of these things. If would have to be her own hands put to the work of eliminating this hapless stranger, and she has no taste for blood on her own fair palms.

She reaches to petulantly shove the bedroll forward against him, wishing she had a piece of brilliant crystal to throw at his impossibly honest face, and wears thin what few threats she can brandish. ]


The king, when he hears how you've insulted me. [ Or, she must now consider, the lord of this place, whoever he may be. She has already resolved herself to the fact that he must be ingratiated to her. Until then, she is expected to craft her own weapons, it seems.

Not half a moment after this quaint outburst, she narrows her focus entirely to keeping this man enlisted in her service. ]


Lay it out. [ She doesn't want it, but she's not going to let the only feasibly soft surface she has for enduring this evening be revoked now. ] Find me a pillow, if you have any desire at all to survive this night. [ That there is one anywhere in this cursed vicinity is unlikely, but that's hardly her problem; he should have the sense to rob someone of their robe and make do if he fails to locate something better. ]
goldendeceiver: (i'll take back the city for me)

[personal profile] goldendeceiver 2022-02-15 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ An uninspired observation garners an equally uninspired sounding laugh, but it's all still working towards playing the part. It's a little hard to judge just how good their hearing is, but he's not quite ready to assume their out of earshot yet. Certainly Ernesto can hear them trucking along after them still, though he suspects his ears might be a touch more sensitive than the guards. ]

Kind of them.

[ Said in a tone that suggest there's nothing kind about it, though the smile on his face is as friendly and vapid looking as it was before. His gaze cuts back to the guards who still don't seem to be reacting to their conversation. ]
lyorning: (intent)

[personal profile] lyorning 2022-02-15 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Having company is serving to help him recover his composure after the strange visions and... well, expecting to have been dead and finding that he is (despite that) still alive.]

Yes. Though I have misplaced my sword.

[And unless the fragments of rock have any sorcerous properties, he was not trained to use them. Sadly, one of the downsides of a noble upbringing is that it is assumed that one can obtain a sword when one desires it. Still, a shard of rock was better than nothing at all.]

[He moves to stand, then paused. The uncertainty of not knowing where he was, how he arrived here, where this woman was from and her status was starting to penetrate the haze of grief of the vision he'd had.] I am Temma, Duke of Arylle. And yourself?

[OOC: I figure I give them a comment or two before the NPCs show up. Or we can delay if you like.].
epiprocta: (57)

[personal profile] epiprocta 2022-02-15 01:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ It takes a few seconds for him to connect the dots, and Gen scowls when he realizes what Paul's talking about. The guy probably saw him get his ass kicked, huh. A derisive huff accompanies his muttered response. ]

Sure, you're welcome for the show.

[ But fine, whatever, good enough reason for now. He turns his attention to those rations, scarfing down a piece of bread so quickly he almost chokes. Coughs, clears his throat, wipes his mouth off with the back of his hand before looking to Paul once more. ]

You make a hobby of watching people get beat up? That's sick.

[ Talk about gratitude. ]
semicharmed: (think about that one)

[personal profile] semicharmed 2022-02-15 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ Given how miserable Matt looks, you'd think that scoff would get him wilting. But the other man's abrasiveness shocks him away from his dismal mood, bracing as a stiff salt breeze. If anything was going to make Matt cry right now, it'd be kindness. ]

That makes sense, [ he muses, soft. His gaze wanders from one end of the camp to the other, passing over white-clad captives to land eventually back on Gabranth. ] So all we've got is our brains.

What do you know about surviving outdoors?
hurricaneofblood: (Default)

ah, anime. flamebringer might be older, then (laughs)

[personal profile] hurricaneofblood 2022-02-15 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
They don't seem that childish.

[ He breathes in deep as he cranes his neck to get a look at the guards; a sardonic smile passes over his lips before he settles back down in his seat. ]

It isn't invasive. [ His tone is unreasonably flippant. ] It's oripathy. [ Lifting his hand up, he lightly taps the black crystals around his face. ] These things. [ A doctor would have a better description, but Flamebringer is, as always, himself. ] They grow in the body and tend to make a mess of things.

That's the big and small of it. [ His shoulders give a small shrug. ] While getting cozy generally doesn't lead to infection, my corpse would have the means to make a person like this. [ Which means, even with Cid and Flamebringer being of agreement not to try anything with the guards, Flamebringer raises his flag to say he intends to still do something. ]
lyorning: (intent)

[personal profile] lyorning 2022-02-15 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
"That is kind of you," Aerich said. "Though, standing here, I wonder. I had assumed that any future lives would be much the same as my present life. Standing here, I find myself in contemplation."

Generally, he'd assumed that he'd be reborn as another noble, if not another Lyorn. But, certainly, there were also the Teckla, and the people outside the Empire, and even those of other species. Would it be so strange to be an Easterner, with their fleeting lives of dozens of years? or a Serioli or cat-centaur?

He feels like he should be more troubled by those thoughts than he is. Being only one person, even one who had led a satisfactory life suddenly seems to be a limit.

"Would you tell me of your life?"
coerthantorment: (129)

[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-02-15 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
He hopes that she remembers him - it seems it would be the least she could do, given that one of their encounters was her killing him and the other was throwing a planet in his face. Though, it occurs to him that he might have it confused. There are more than one of her, aren't there? And they... share memories?

Who knows which he speaks to now. Could she somehow be one of the ones that Hermes sent in the ancient past? Too many questions, and ones that feel stupid to press on when she behaves the way she does. He pauses midstep, staring at her, his fists clenching at his sides. The fact that she isn't spewing any nonsense about taking comfort in oblivion is probably telling.

His muscles relax slightly, and though he is clearly wary, he responds in a less hostile manner.

"I'm fine. 'Tis only the consequences of disagreeing with our captors."
perfectlygoodbird: (silly little clown)

[personal profile] perfectlygoodbird 2022-02-15 01:34 am (UTC)(link)
I understand. I was not expecting to end up here, myself. [She pauses, then continues.] I was not aware of my birth, so to experience a rebirth was...interesting.

[Birth? Creation? Meteion could split hairs, but that might lead to more confusion, so she doesn't digress.]

Were you expecting to be reborn? If that is what it was...it comes as a surprise to me.
hippocarnival: (✮ 219 ✮)

[personal profile] hippocarnival 2022-02-15 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
I... I think so. [He's not entirely sure if here and alive is a positive, yet. But at least he's not hurt, physically.] Are you... did they hurt you?
bearshermark: credit: <user name="morninglight"> (!??)

[personal profile] bearshermark 2022-02-15 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
[For the first time, Eleven falters. He looks back at the unfamiliar man now as if he'd said something outrageous]

What- is Yggdrasil not visible, where you're from?