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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] devilmancrybaby 2022-02-15 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ He agrees easily: ] It doesn't seem as if they mean us well. But if they only decided to sacrifice some of us, then what do you suppose they would do with the rest?
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[personal profile] theorems 2022-02-15 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Viktor's lips upturn to a small, slightly sour smile. He'd rather no one had noticed anything at all, but at least this one might keep their mouth shut.]

I must have been mistaken.

[More vagueness, as he raises his fingers to lace together in front of him, elbows propped on the table as well, as the utensil slides further down his sleeve. Perhaps if he had any muscles on his bones, it would leave an obvious strange bump in the sleeve, but given his thinness, it doesn't look too strange.

He's pretty done with eating this horrible slop anyway, so he nudges it out of the way to better converse.
]

So. What do you make of all this?

[If there was an award for how casually this is asked, he might at least get runner-up.]
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[personal profile] passio 2022-02-15 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ violence often is the solution when all else fails in dextera’s experience, but like now, he’s mostly on the receiving end of it without the will or a way to really defend himself. though he’s sturdier than someone might give him credit for at first glance, that just means he’s more inclined to take it. ]

Hh…

[ it’s mostly breath with the thinnest thread of voice, at a pitch where it could easily just be sound of air whistling from his throat.

he grimaces. ]
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[personal profile] epiprocta 2022-02-15 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ That last bit earns another bristle and a resentful glare, almost by reflex. Between the typical teenage desire to be contrary and his reluctance to give up control, it's going to take a lot more than reason to get him to listen to such sensible advice. ]

Fine. I get it. Won't be looking to you for any help, old man.

[ '-- but I'll do what I want,' is what Gen means to say, but his words peter off with an exhausted sigh as he buries his head in his hand. The sentiment's there, and he'll probably continuing clawing at those guards like the stubborn asshole he is. But when it comes to actually addressing Kim's very legitimate point ... ]

... you haven't seen anyone here with any cigarettes, have you.

[ Yeah, just going to sidestep it entirely. ]
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[personal profile] goldendeceiver 2022-02-15 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ All of these descriptions make perfect sense to Ernesto, who gives a vague nod as he tries to form a mental image of these friends. The features at least give him something to look out for that he can spot even at a distance, though there are a pretty limited number of people inside this cavern besides the two of them so far.

As he tries to steady himself on wobbly legs, he stumbles for a moment. It's part out of a persistent weak feeling he's battling, and part out of shock at the last person that is mentioned. Lucky for Ernesto he doesn't take a spill, but he's already dealing with looking kind of pathetic with how naked and waterlogged he is. He doesn't really need to add face planting on rock to his list of humbling experiences today.
]

Amiya?

[ While he didn't know her that well personally, there wasn't really a way to work at Rhodes Island and not at least know how Amiya was. ]
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[personal profile] skirka 2022-02-15 05:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her eyes take on the gleam of jewels as he conspires with her, the coals of sorrow glowing now with the dangerous light of hunger. A hunger to avenge and consume, to destroy and return to ashes all who have wronged them. And it is irreversibly them, now, she will choose to believe - all that is arranged henceforth will only be accomplished with the two of them bound in its design.

She studies his face anew, inspired by this unflinching dedication to serving justice. Whether he would name it justice, fury, honor or survival, it is all the same to her. They will carve their way out of this place, through stone or tree or coiling whip, and they will be compelled by righteous anguish, against which so little prevails. He will be compelled, at the very least. She will slink close wheresoever that madness takes him until she can slip into the sweeter freedom she craves.

But first they must get there, and she trails her fingers over his wrists, at this moment attached to hands made for enacting no heroics. It seems a trivial obstacle now, with his agreement spoken quietly between them. Conspiratorial, determined - from that tone she plucks the promise that she is no longer alone. From here, they need not meekly follow the path being laid before them. A dozen more possibilities wink open like stars in the sky. ]


Do you think the whips could be turned against their masters? [ To strike at one of those pompous guards as they have struck at her; there would be a savory justice. A shield may buy time, but they must have weapons of their own. Lions do not only huddle out of sight, but lash out with scathing claws. To go so long declawed is unbearable. ]

If our loyal guards were occupied by, say, an inconvenient disturbance, perhaps we could acquire one or two.
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[personal profile] hippocarnival 2022-02-15 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh, right. Yuya pulls his arms back sheepishly. He rubs the back of his hand over his eyes.] Yeah, I... thanks for that. This is really getting to me...
hurricaneofblood: ([shocked] eh)

[personal profile] hurricaneofblood 2022-02-15 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
Well...

[ He breathes out a long sigh. It doesn't seem like he'll be able to get his hands on a sword, which is unfortunate. ]

I doubt I'll be able to snag one. But it's fine... it wouldn't do to die with any old piece of metal, anyway. [ Flamebringer disappears into an arrogant tone. There's no reason to talk about how the swords he had felt like extensions of himself, and to die without them was its own travesty. ]
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[personal profile] epiprocta 2022-02-15 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ What the hell was that. ]

... are you mute.

[ He's never actually met anyone mute before, so he's not sure. And even if he's right, he's not sure how the hell to react to that pitiful noise. Ugh. Whatever.

Exhausted as he is, Gen just stares at Dextera in obvious confusion and frustration for a moment longer before letting go of his robe and half-heartedly shoving him back. Too tired to be properly angry, just glowering at him as he growls, ]


What d'you want. You were staring.
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[personal profile] salvageable 2022-02-15 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ With the thick of the forest coming up in front of them, Dokja makes sure to obediently turn away from it. Having tested out the limits of where he can and can't go, he shows the guards that he's capable of learning.

He hums a small agreement in response, though his words come out a bit differently. ]


Something tells me they're not doing it out of the kindness of their hearts.

[ There's a shot-caller out there. Maybe not even in the ranks considering how similarly dressed they all appear to be, but someone is directing this and to what end, Dokja desperately wants to know. ]
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[personal profile] salvageable 2022-02-15 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ Observant eyes take in the change in the other man's face, but more than that, Dokja's starting to notice how all of his questions are being answered with nods or a shake of the head.

He pauses in his barrage of questions to give the stranger a contemplative look. ]


Hey, by any chance... [ There's a brief falter in his voice before it picks up again. ] Are you unable to speak?
skirka: (ff.)

[personal profile] skirka 2022-02-15 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ He does not balk, to her satisfaction: she cannot know yet the nature of his heart, but it is, as this moment decides, an obliging one. He raises no inept protest, demands no proof of authority from her, and does not challenge her on the question of what draws her so fervently to the darkness. That is wise, for it is not a question, and it does not await an answer. It simply comes, like each unchanging night, to overtake her.

There is something in this darkness that aches, like a bruise, but it is a familiar sting, and sweeter for that. Like a hand pressed firmly over that darkening bruise, she cannot quite bear to lift it away. She longs to sink a bit deeper into that hollowing throb. There is comfort, sometimes, in being blinded to all else.

Though he more or less confesses to bearing no weapon, she steps in to take his arm, as if it is his natural duty to escort her chivalrously into the night. The motivation prompting this gesture is simple: should an assailant befall them, it will land upon him first, hopefully. He makes a better shield than none at all. And he has not answered with a cowardly or resentful no - maybe he does, then, carry some sort of ignoble blade, and can be provoked to draw it should they face anyone of untoward intent. Regardless of what shape those horrors might take, she does not hesitate to urge him onward, though it feels like a decision she herself is responsible for only half of. ]


Who calls to you now?
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[personal profile] theorems 2022-02-15 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
[A silent huff of a laugh.]

Only a matter of time, then.

[And with these whips around both of them, it's not like there's anything they can do but watch. How utterly frustrating. He can't keep the disgusted look off his face, but he doesn't blame the other for a lack of expression. Being able to mask one's feelings is much more useful than his inability to keep his emotions on his sleeve.]

What do you think is the likelihood of our benevolent, militaristic captors giving me a cane?
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[personal profile] aquaveiled 2022-02-15 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
It isn't until the boats have been nearly filled with other captives that he speaks again and it is enough to bring Himeka out of the depth of her own thoughts. She lifts her head slightly as if being roused, but makes sure to keep her head mostly down lest they draw attention from the guards.

Her knees are getting sore but she can't move. Or rather, she won't move, and that's an even more terrifying feeling.

"If..." Himeka believes that's important. She may have more easily given into such visions and despair in the years prior, but now...

"Until we see otherwise, I won't give up hope that Etheirys still stands."
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i

[personal profile] hurricaneofblood 2022-02-15 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well, this is new.

He lies on the ground - wet and naked. All over his body are the scars of battle along with the crystals from his disease. His blood tainted black in various spots on his limbs, leaving dark lines visible on pale skin.

Flexing his fingers, he can't quite get his body to work right. He turns his head to see there's someone else figuratively flopping about with him. Blinking slow, he notes that the person's attempting to say something but nothing has come out. ]


Don't worry about it. [ His eyes drift to the hand that's covering up an obvious scar; he wonders after it before carrying on. His voice is filled with arrogance, like the situation doesn't bother him, but how could it not? ] Just take a breath and we can chat when you're ready.
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[personal profile] goldendeceiver 2022-02-15 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ Fear is not a response Ernesto is used to eliciting in people, and he can't say he's a big fan of it. Especially not if people are going to act on that fear with full on assaults. The throw hadn't been that hard, but he's already feeling a bit wiped out from struggling to free himself, and that thing sure did manage to find its mark.

He lifts his head up, giving her a weak smile as he continues to rub the sore spot.
]

You might be underestimating your aim, but look I'll stay put either way. No more rocks, alright?

[ He sits back on his legs now, momentarily focused on the mix of confusion and mild pain to not think about the fact that they're both not exactly properly attired for a first meeting. ]
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[personal profile] passio 2022-02-15 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ dextera stumbles back, even more graceless than usual thanks to the current conditions of their captivity. it isn’t bad compared to what he’s used to, but arrival here has still taken it out of him, and he hasn’t been able to recover in his usual ways. it’s hard to go hunting for alternative sustenance with the guards on their back. ]



[ he nods and awkwardly wrings his fingers around his wrist. he’s missing his bracelets along with the rest of his clothes, so one nervous tic has had to be substituted.

he needs his hands if he’s really going to communicate, though; at the demand, dextera’s gaze briefly flits to a visible bruise on gen, and he touches the same spot on his own body. ]
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[personal profile] bloodsins 2022-02-15 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
Nah, probably not. It's just weird not seein' any around.
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[personal profile] aquaveiled 2022-02-15 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ Himeka taps her nose once before pointing it out towards...everyone else. ]

I've been watching.

[ She zeroes in on one of the guards standing not far from the entrance that they originally were brought in through. ]

That one has switched places with one of his friends twice, so I think there are some semblance of "positions" that they're supposed to be holding.

[ Shifting her attention, she points to another directly adjacent from them who seems to be staring off into the distance. ]

That one, on the other hand, has barely moved. They could be stoic and very dedicated, or...totally out of it. I'm not sure which.
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rebirth

[personal profile] giantanimal 2022-02-15 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Damen blinks at her outburst. To be fair, he does cut an intimidating figure. Massive, scarred, and moving with a warrior's grace, it's clear he's known known combat. But he doubts he'd be naked if this were his prison. He's not especially bothered by nudity, not in the way a lot of people are, but armor's more practical, and weapons are better still.

He's just saying, he doesn't think he exactly looks the part of master kidnapper.

Dryly:]


Seemed like a nice spot for a holiday. What about you?
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[personal profile] apathie 2022-02-15 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
[for a moment, nehan considers telling him that he has been a slave his entire life, this wouldn't be anything different. but in the end, he simply shrugs, and comes to a different decision.]

I would still prefer to choose death over everything else. But my curiosity tells me to wait and see what exactly they have in store.
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[personal profile] aquaveiled 2022-02-15 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's right, as much as she doesn't want to admit it. It wouldn't be the first time the odds were stacked against them, but it does feel like the first time they are so far without any available resources, or allies. Even when she travelled to the First it was at the behest of another and the other Scions had been there to receive her.

Here, they just have their wits. Which, given the company she's keeping, that should be to their benefit.

Himeka has never been a big planner, but she will rein it in and defer to someone who is. ]


If they didn't have those whips...

[ She glances towards the nearest soldier, eyeing the weapon attached at their hip. ]

Have you ever seen something like that before?
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[personal profile] vivificantem 2022-02-15 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
[That gets a bit of an odd noise from him; fortunately for everyone, he's fairly used to ministering to those who don't want it. Or won't admit to wanting it. Same thing some days.

Granted, the circumstances are a little different here, but he is going to be nothing if not principled for now.]


I'll be sure to keep my eyes averted next time, just for you; far be it from me to offend your modesty.

[...Principled and...slightly sarcastic, perhaps.]
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[personal profile] vivificantem 2022-02-15 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
It is. I would be lying if I said it wasn't unnerving, with how it ended...

[That topic of conversation isn't particularly his favorite, but...well.]

What did you make of the ending?
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they are so incredibly normal...

[personal profile] affal 2022-02-15 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
( the last individual who had manhandled him like this had been in the process of tearing his head clear off — anything short of that would be all too much bark and too little bite.

if they were in hell and the same misfortune had befallen gen of ending up in the same situation as makoto, that one brief lapse would've been the moment where he'd have him; the syllables of his name would've fallen apart on his tongue, turned sharp as razor-blades and as caustic as acid. lucky for him, then, that they are here, and the only real "power" makoto has in this situation is a distinct lack of care as to what happens to himself. he enjoys it, though, that ever-so-slight rattle in his breath as the otherness of the demon in his grasp shakes his core. it's not that he's without his own reactions, though. the further tightening and tangling of the grasp in his hair brings about a new tautness around his eyes, furrowing a once-composed brow. ow.

he can't help but laugh at the choice in words. "hobby." it's a dry, crackling chuckle that shakes loose from somewhere in his ribcage; the sound is dark and mocking, though... it doesn't really seem like it's directed at gen himself. when he speaks again, the tone is subdued and has a rasp that hadn't previously been there, )
You think this looks like something I'd do to myself?

( of all the possibilities for self-inflicted wounds there might be in the world, he feels like "decapitation" is probably... low on that list. though he supposes he might be half-right. he is, after all, getting pretty adept at redoing the stitches.

the fact that squeamishness doesn't get the better of him is a point in his favor, really; makoto hadn't been certain he would've made it even this far. his hand falls away as the fingertips probe at the macabre juncture, feeling little more than pressure crossing scar tissue and sutures. even still, something coils tight in his chest, preemptively tense, recalling similar scenarios with J and keiran and knowing what was probably going to come next —

the sensation of a finger forcing apart the seam between two of the sutures is a familiar one, though that familiarity doesn't make it any less pleasant. his shoulders rise in involuntary alarm, his lip further curling from his teeth, half-changing his smile into a teeth-bared snarl. a wordless sound of pain lifts from the back of his throat, regardless of how much he hates that it does. makoto is a sadist, not a masochist, and his sensitivity to pain is no different than any human. even still, he's willing to grin and bear it to make a point. he can scarcely move his head for how tight the grip is on his hair, and the prying at his neck feels so much more viscerally alarming when he's relatively certain too much of this thing could actually kill him, this time. and yet he sets all of that aside, steeling his nerve so he can lift his hand to gen's once more. it settles over his own, light as air for just a moment before adding pressure — not much, but just enough to open the new wound slightly more, so that crimson blood begins to leak from it in earnest. )


The blood. It's warm, isn't it? ( hurts. pain and discomfort form a block in his mind, but he forces himself around it; the breath he takes before continuing shakes faintly as he draws it. ) My heart, beating, forcing it to run... Odd for a zombie, wouldn't you think?