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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] immunisation 2022-02-15 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ Okay, she can jive with this; he has a sense of humor. She doesn't really get what his deal is, though, and she's curious.

So Ellie's reaching out and finally accepting the rations he's come to peddle (is it really 'peddling' if it's free?), before scooting over a bit and gesturing for him to sit beside her. What do you mean there was plenty of room before she did that? Whatever, okay, it's a symbolic gesture. ]


Think we're all having a pretty collectively shitty week.

[ She rips the bread in half, holding part out to him with an arched brow of expectation. For someone who has no problem challenging authority, Ellie challenging him is definitely on the table. In a totally friendly way, of course. No punching involved for either party. (Probably.) ]
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[personal profile] perfectlygoodbird 2022-02-15 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
Perhaps the guards were hoping for something more out of Estinien. More than he's giving them, since he's behaving himself. Not that Meteion is attempting to goad him, either.

That doesn't mean that there still couldn't be a fight between prisoners, though it was utterly useless in Meteion's mind to provoke the dragoon. They'd been in opposition on Etheirys, but this was not there. And she might not have her powers at the moment, but the look on Estinien's face speaks much that he does not give voice to.

"I...believe so. Or close enough as to make no difference?" Though there is a questioning note in her voice. "Your face is familiar to me."
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[personal profile] apathie 2022-02-15 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
[nehan doesn't care about whether or not the entire situation is scary or not, indeed. and while he does pick up on the soft muttering, he graciously doesn't acknowledge it-- mostly because there's no point.

and because he's asked a question.]


Yes, they are real. [then he sighs softly, and brushes his hair away from his jawline, revealing smooth skin where a human ear should be.]
sobored: (If You Won't Laugh You Do Something Else)

[personal profile] sobored 2022-02-15 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
I dunno, I'd still rather be in the not category.

[Yeah, this isn't a productive conversation. She can have those, but this ain't it.]

It's hard for me not to think about stuff like that, like given how they're all acting, how can you not really assume the worst?
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[personal profile] epiprocta 2022-02-15 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ It might not bother Nehan, but it does bother Gen. Not enough to trump the exhaustion weighing him down, though. He can't muster the strength for more than a brief, annoyed glance at the way Nehan positions himself before returning his gaze to the distant fire. ]

Yeah, sure. Go ahead and wait right up until the moment they're shoving us into a volcano or something.

[ So he says, but his words are a little lacking in vitriol. Because he gets it on some level. He gets that all this thrashing is a waste of energy. But at the same time, he can't just be quiet and docile when the guards keep whispering this and that about some 'ritual.' ]
devilmancrybaby: <user name=gatorix1 site=tumblr.com> (i have no underlying issues to address)

[personal profile] devilmancrybaby 2022-02-15 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
Luo Binghe glowers at him.

"You don't know what kind of people that world was filled with," he spits.
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[personal profile] passio 2022-02-15 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ nobody likes to be stared at, so dextera isn’t really surprised by anger as the reaction he’s greeted with, but it doesn’t stop him from taking a sharp inhale of breath when he’s relatively suddenly—after a long, long lead-in—dragged in. ]

—!

[ he’s not used to getting this close, and so although he had been staring without much fear, he dodges looking as soon as there’s the possibility of eye contact. ]

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[personal profile] lachtara 2022-02-15 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
"I think that no matter what I say, you will have already made up your mind." He says, reaching to pluck out one of the sorry-looking rations from their unceremonious pile near the campfire.

The small circular tin is peeled open and he briefly considers its contents. They appear to be somewhere between dehydrated and slick with fluid. A sickly-looking green and white mass of unknown origins. Emet-Selch tosses it aside with a disgusted guttural noise. Though he's hungry he has not yet reached the point where he is that hungry.

"I have told you my exact intentions, as I always have. Though you seem to loath taking me at my word." He looks at her sidelong and squints in a moment of concentration. Why can he still not see the light within her, threatening to break free? "Perhaps you could be just as courteous and indulge me in what you intend to do?"
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[personal profile] vivificantem 2022-02-15 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
They do. Despite the fact that they have such a marked advantage, as well - the whips alone are...

[...]

Well, they definitely are.
sobored: (What a Hopeless Conversation)

[personal profile] sobored 2022-02-15 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, they've definitely got something in mind.

[Lowering her own voice here, just two fast friends chatting away despite the unpleasant circumstances. Nothing going on here that should catch any unwanted attention hopefully! Though now there's the thought to cause unwanted attention, or at least the thought surfaces again, probably not the first time she's had it today. She'll push it back down, despairing over missing the chance, but it's probably for the best!]

But it's like they're not...good at it, or like not like the right group for it. Like when the guy taking your order is a complete dick about it, it's not like you aren't dining there, but it's not right, either.

[Not that best comparison, she knows.]

Except this is way worse, obviously.
apathie: (011)

[personal profile] apathie 2022-02-15 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
Then it would be a death, and take us out of this place rather quickly. [he did just say that, indeed indeed. but, as nice as the thought would be...

it's not logically possible.]


But if they were to kill us, they would have gunned us down the moment we left the shrine, not leash us then clothe us. We're headed to slavery, and not a particularly creative execution.
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[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-02-15 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
He scoffs softly, without much ill will. He keeps staring at the firepit, mostly to keep a check on his own emotions. There is too much her face makes him think of.

"You unmade me in front of the others," he says, "when I challenged the dragons in Ultima Thule."

It's not really an accusation so much of a statement of fact. It's hard to feel completely at ease with someone who has obliterated you in an instant, even knowing they've had a change of heart.
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[personal profile] aquaveiled 2022-02-15 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's a moment's pause before Himeka nods and withdraws her hand. The sharing is more for a sense of comradery and a little bit of physical comfort, but she understands that not all may feel the same way, or simply just want to make sure their fellow imprisoned are eating well in turn.

But she certainly doesn't mind new company--far from it. Himeka prefers to simply be around others than be left alone with her thoughts for long, so she is quick to return interest in kind to the other woman. ]


Moiraine? [ She tries the name out. ] My name's Himeka.

[ She offers a half smile with a swish of her tail. ]

I'd say it's nice to meet you, though that falls a little flat right now, doesn't it?
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[personal profile] devilmancrybaby 2022-02-15 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
He hums thoughtfully in response. "I didn't see you on the journey here, so I assumed you must have been one of the people who arrived before I did." Which means... perhaps he might have seen some things Luo Binghe hadn't...?

He would have noticed someone with hair like that, he's pretty sure.
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coerthantorment: (118)

[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-02-15 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
"And you do? All of them?"

Estinien has known plenty of terrible people and seen many terrible things, but to assume the worth of many based on the acts of some is something he has experienced the flaws of intimately.

"How convenient that only you are worthy of life."
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[personal profile] immunisation 2022-02-15 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ Yeah, Ellie can't even pretend she knows what these people want from them, but it's clear that their use does not require them in peak physical condition, nor comfortable. From the get-go this whole thing has been a mess. ]

Good for you. [ And that should sound genuine, though he can't see the look on her face. 'Fuck em,' it would say. ] The bruised ego part usually lasts a lot longer than the actual bruises, so I'd say you came out on top.

[ Not that it feels like anyone's 'on top' right now. ]
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[personal profile] aquaveiled 2022-02-15 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ Himeka cocks her head to the side, her tail doing a curious twitch behind her. ]

They got mad? For sharing food?

[ As far as Himeka is concerned, if they gave food to her, then it's her rations to do with what she wants. If she decides not to eat it then they certainly can't for her to! Or, well, they actually good given everything she's seen what those strange magical whips can do on her and others, but that's besides the point.

Surely they wouldn't take this as some act of rebellion, right? ]


Of course. I would think they have much more to be worried...or I hope so.
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[personal profile] passio 2022-02-15 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
Dextera’s fingers twitch as if he’s about to take that gesturing hand, but reason wins out before he can make a fool of himself.

He does briefly assess the man when he finally stands, but out of habit rather than unkindness. It’s still new and strange to him to see people who are completely whole. Regardless, when that is done, he turns silently and proceeds into the ruins like they might kill him.
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just two well-adjusted teenagers having a perfectly normal one

[personal profile] epiprocta 2022-02-15 03:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's been a while since he's encountered someone who hasn't even flinched in the face of his unusual intimidation tactics. Between his size, his family name and his general reputation, Gen's used to people flinching back the instant he reaches for them, quick to put on simpering smiles or tucking tail between their legs to avoid his ire. A lifetime spent in the same shitty town, terrorizing the same familiar faces, means Gen's a little rusty at containing his surprise when the only reaction he gets is narrow fingers brushing against the back of his hand.

It's only a brief slip. The slightest hitch of a breath, the whip-quick shift of his eyes to glance down towards Makoto's hand, the tightening of knuckles against the tangle of silken hair. Then Gen recovers, putting up no resistance and silently permitting his other hand to be drawn forth until fingertips are touching against those glaring stitches.

Fine. Two can play this game. He didn't crawl his way up the hierarchy in his miserable little hometown purely through nepotism. ]


Weird hobby you got.

[ His tone of voice is kept impressively even, feigning casual, but at this close proximity there's probably no missing the flicker of discomfort in the squint of his gaze, the way his hand tenses before starting to explore. The tactile sensation of thoses stitches is ... gross, frankly. Unsettling. It's more a testament to his stubborn pride than anything else that Gen drags his fingertips against the seam between Makoto's head and throat for a prolonged moment.

Before sharply digging a fingertip into the gap between two stitches. Just hard enough that it'd bruise regular skin -- maybe hard enough to pry apart that incision and draw a drop or two of blood, he figures. His other hand casually grips tighter into Makoto's hair, knuckling against the curve of his skull as he drones, ]


You some sort of zombie?

[ He feels ridiculous saying it, has to suppress the urge to roll his eyes but -- whatever. He's already spotted more than one person wandering around with moving, twitching, responsive animal ears. Maybe zombies are real, too. Why the fuck not. ]
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[personal profile] epiprocta 2022-02-15 04:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ He stews over that perfectly, unfuriatingly responable response for a long moment, his gaze listlessly sliding from Kim, over to the guards, then out into the darkness of the woods.

And even when he eventually retorts -- ]


... they've bothered feeding us and dragging us all the way out here. Don't think they'd risk doing anything too severe. If anyone dies, that's all the time and energy they spent wrangling'em down the drain.

[ -- his anger's flagging hard, his voice lower and wearier. Because even he can imagine plenty of ways those guards can probably cause misery without actively killing any of them. ]
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[personal profile] hippocarnival 2022-02-15 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
I was really trying not to think about it because there's nothing we can do. [After having spent the past few days watching people bigger than him constantly recaptured, he's given up any notion he'll magically escape.]
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[personal profile] epiprocta 2022-02-15 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ He'd expected a yelp. An apology, maybe. Or conversely, some sort of snide comment, maybe a quip about his bruises. Something. Not a fat load of silence and an attempt at avoiding eye contact.

It's frankly jarring, and his brow furrows in confusion as Gen waits a nice, long moment for an answer that doesn't come, briefly stymied by this unexpected reaction.

And then he shakes Dextera. Like, not too hard, but enough to jostle him a bit (and unfortunately have the fabric of his gown fraying a little). Because surely more violence is the solution. ]


Say something.
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[personal profile] semicharmed 2022-02-15 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ The king?

Matt doesn't imagine that's the person in charge around here, or else she wouldn't be slumming it in a standard-issue robe without a bed to her name. But it does raise interesting questions about where she's come from.

Is your world gone too? Matt's voraciously curious, but he can't bring himself to ask. He can't imagine either of them would like where that line of inquiry would end. If she said no, Matt would be jealous; if she said yes, they'd both be miserable. He settles for kneeling down, cradling the bedroll in his arms, and eyeing the ground nearby for the optimal placement.

On the one hand, this is pushover behavior. But on the other, let's put it this way: There might not be a monarchy where Matt's from, but he's no stranger to letting a beautiful woman give him orders. ]


I'm sorry I insulted you, [ he adds, conversational, as he tosses aside a pebble that threatens to create a less-than-orthopedic sleeping environment. ] That definitely wasn't my intention.

[ Matt smooths the bedroll down, his posture easy and movements fluid. He has a bit more trouble when it comes to pillows, because: there aren't any. Ever hopeful, Matt glances left and right, and then up to Cersei. He pulls a rueful moue. ]

This would be easier if my magic was working. But let's see ...
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[personal profile] hippocarnival 2022-02-15 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
"You don't think so?" Yuya lifts his gaze, tilting his head curiously. "I woke up in a cave in the middle of a lake... it didn't really seem unnatural."

Maybe people hatching from crystals is unnatural, however. At least, it would be where he comes from.
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[personal profile] devilmancrybaby 2022-02-15 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ Binghe is also of the opinion that he ought to be making some alliances here, even if he doesn't want to, but he's not sure how much use this girl will be. Ah, but that's not fair -- Qin Wanyue might have been a pain following him around at the Immortal Alliance Conference, but wasn't it convenient, in the end, that she and her fellow disciples thought well of him, when he needed to join their sect?

It's easy enough to believe her that she's not going to make a surprise break for it, anyway. She's right; where would any of them go, if they tried, beyond a little wander away from the campfire like this? ]


Hmm. Can you really be certain that everyone here is innocent?