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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.

lachtara: (Sigh)

[personal profile] lachtara 2022-02-16 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
"We're not clones. The fact that you retain your usual inclinations without fail is proof enough of that." In other words, the usual banter and petulant teasing are theirs alone. Bodies could be made, but souls could not. Souls are a gift from the planet itself and could never be replicated - the fact that he was of his own mind was proof enough for that to be an impossibility.

"Everything else, however, will have to be decided when we have more to look at than the walls of this cave." Emet-Selch sighs, tired by the ordeal. "Meaning: we need to find an exit."
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[personal profile] edgevassal 2022-02-16 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, assuming their intention is not to slaughter us all.

[He says that with the same vaguely derisive tone he's said everything else. Like he's not taking the conversation entirely seriously.]

I suppose we'll find out soon enough, regardless.
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[personal profile] edgevassal 2022-02-16 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
[The sound of her voice startles him so badly he almost falls over. He does have to clamber against the cavern wall to maintain his balance, which might have been embarrassing if he wasn't so preoccupied.

There's a good several seconds where he simply gapes at her, he's so blindsided by her unexpected presence.]


Y-Your Majesty.

[How did he miss her? Why does she look like that? Then, suddenly, he comes to his senses and looks away toward the wall, out of respect for their current nakedness. If he had a cloak he'd offer it to her, but as it is there's not much to be done about it, except allow her the illusion of dignity. It also gives him a moment to compose himself.]

I... fear whatever has happened is beyond our reckoning.
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[personal profile] edgevassal 2022-02-16 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
Is it?

[He smirks at her faintly. Unfortunately for Misa, Hubert gets a kick out of freaking people out.]

In my experience, rituals hardly result in anything pleasant. Especially when they involve a large number of captives.
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[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-02-16 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
It's true, an apology wouldn't quite cut it... but also, he's not really looking for one. He understands there were extenuating circumstances, and it was hardly the work of her alone. She'd been built a certain way, and sent on a mission that as good as doomed her.

That doesn't necessarily make her less threatening, but being angry at her doesn't have much purpose either. He's mostly concerned with what she does now.

"'Tis clear they see us as a resource," he says. "Are you familiar with the primals of Etheirys? Or was that past your time?"

He supposes she was busy being in space while most of that was going on. Had she even seen what became of the world post-sundering?
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[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-02-16 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
Estinien has certainly made note of his own embedded stone, but perhaps people from his world are just more accustomed to being encrusted with magic crystals. He wonders briefly if those crystals are what they have been brought here to be harvested of... it's certainly not out of the question.

In the meantime, he tilts his head at Jensen as if he doesn't quite understand the question. Are monuments uncommon? Is that the implication? He's not sure he's ever seen a city that wasn't flush with them.

"The city-state I hail from has many structures built in the likeness of its patron goddess, Halone," he explains, this seeming to be an extremely normal thing. "That, and the legendary warriors and saints of our past. Is this concept unusual to you?"

To Estinien, Jensen just looks like another Hyur, and Hyur can be from basically anywhere.
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[personal profile] edgevassal 2022-02-16 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Thank you for sharing." His tone implies he heavily regrets starting this conversation, but here he is continuing it, so who's the fool now? "In any case, our circumstances are a mystery to me as well. That, at least, we have in common."

And nothing else, surely. Though...

Hubert hesitates. Even asking this feels like admitting some kind of vulnerability, but he'll need to broach the subject sometime if he wants to gather as much information as he can. It's necessary. He's not even sure why he's reluctant. Ultimately, it doesn't matter.

"Was your world also destroyed to bring you here?"
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[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-02-16 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
Something about this man has been bothering Estinien since the moment he saw him, and it isn't just that he's a Garlean. No, he recognizes his face and voice from somewhere, like someone he met in passing, but who left an impression. It irritates him, trying to figure it out.

Yet, the more they talk, the more he starts to piece it together. He narrows his eyes, regarding Emet-Selch sharply.

"...'Twas ravaged by the Telophoroi's war and then swallowed by the final days. There's hardly anything left."
fingergunning: (Sitting - 1)

sorry. gmail's not giving me notifs. >\

[personal profile] fingergunning 2022-02-16 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
[He takes a breath when she goes to move, mentally pushing himself away from the deep well of possible depression he could dive into at the thought of losing everyone and everything familiar. That was for later. Now, now he was trying to figure some of this shit out. But the way she was going on, talking about sources and power, and the little finger dance she did when trying to explain it... he just leaned a little against a column, arms folded as he looked down at her skeptically.]

Are you- you're not talking about magic, are you? Like, actual magic and not just Houdini sleight of hand shit? Because, uh, that doesn't exist.

[He had to stop himself there, pressing his lips into a line as he looked around him. Magic didn't exist, sure. And neither did body controlling whips. Okay, okay. Deep breath, Jensen. Pull it together. He looked back at her, not really sure what to say.]

You're not just pulling my leg, are you?

[She didn't seem like the leg pulling type.]

[personal profile] velvetoversteel 2022-02-16 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ She allows a smile, slight and with an edge of sympathy, and settles down next to him, smoothing the length of her white robe over her legs. Moiraine doesn't need his thanks, as such; she suspects he might have done the same, were their positions reversed. ]

I had not expected them to be so cruel. Though perhaps I should have.

[ She's not been the one fighting them every step of the way, but at one point she had thought, perhaps, their captors might have been amenable to reason. It's beginning to seem less and less like that might be the case. ]

oh, at least it's not just me

[personal profile] velvetoversteel 2022-02-16 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ She has no idea who or what Houdini is, but she's... almost offended, to have saidar compared to little more than a card trick. Not quite, because she knows he's speaking from a position of ignorance, but almost. Moiraine frowns. ]

You may call it magic if that suits you, yes. [ She huffs a little. ] And I could ask you the same. You've truly never heard of channeling, or the One Power?

[ It's still hard for her to wrap her mind around -- though she has to concede it must be equally hard for him, if what he's saying is true. ]
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[personal profile] apathie 2022-02-16 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
They're letting their guards down, now that they believe we've been all rounded up, and are sufficiently cowed. [said with all the experience of someone who has been in this situation before. perhaps not exactly, but... guards are guards, and these look a little more organized than simple hired muscle.]

But still not a reason to bowl through them without a plan-- or equipment to use on them.
inutilis: (☼ 😊)

iv.

[personal profile] inutilis 2022-02-16 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ Abel's trying his best to be inobtrusive despite being a rather tall, lanky shape among so many others sadly huddled here. whether it's the morose mood in the air, or simply the weariness after a day's travels -- he's turning over what remains of the rations he's been given instead of eating them, perhaps gotten distracted half-way through his meal.

the offer of company does far more to brighten his spirits than the offer of food-- though, admittedly... he is sort of a glutton for both. the silver-haired man is giving a little start at being addressed, but... it melts into a warm smile that chases away the shadows of whatever had been there a mere moment prior, and he's accepting the ration-corner from his newfound friend with an earnest smile. ]


Ah-- did you hear my stomach growling...? E-embarrassing... I kindly told it to stop, but as it turns out? After feeding it this slop the past few days, we're not on speaking terms, I'm afraid...

[ it's nonsense; something silly, something to grasp for some lightness-- perhaps all he can offer in the way of thanks. ]
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[personal profile] goldendeceiver 2022-02-16 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ernesto raises one hand to wave it back and forth in a flippant manner that says "forget about it" without saying another word. No, he won't be saying a single thing about that stolen utensil. He can't imagine that much can be done with it that would be of help, but far be it from him to discourage people from grabbing at whatever chances they could.

If he can ride their coattails right out of this mess, then he will.

The question gets a sigh from Ernesto though, as he turns to look at the gloomy group around then. Though he gives a little shrug and another smile after.
]

I'll be honest. I can't say I'm a big fan.

[ Just a slight understatement. ]

Unless you want to know what I think is going on, in which case I don't have a single clue. People are kind of tight lipped about what they're planning here.
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[personal profile] sobored 2022-02-16 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
Oh no way, I'm from somewhere normal.

[More normal than this anyways.]

And yeah, I think if any of us were from here, then we'd have a better idea of what's going on.
fingergunning: (Grump - No 1)

nope. dw and gmail are having a fight.

[personal profile] fingergunning 2022-02-16 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
Well, yeah, I've heard of channeling, sure. Just not in the context you're using.

[He moved his hands in his own version of the woo-woo dance, ending with a defeated defensive hands up pose.]

People call things lots of names. One power. One god. One ring to rule them all. But it's not real. It's visual effects and CGI in movies. If actual magic existed, we wouldn't need RPGs and automatics. We'd have wands and... I dunno. Hats.

[What? It made sense, right? Right.]
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[personal profile] hippocarnival 2022-02-16 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
It's... [He chuckles, but it's hollow.] I can't really say it's nice to meet you like this, can I?
inutilis: (✞ thinking.jpg)

iii.

[personal profile] inutilis 2022-02-16 03:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ something about Makoto inspires a vague sense of uneasiness.

is it the weight of his stare...? something about his delivery when asking that albeit uneasy question? or is Abel simply getting a little tired and mildly on edge after several days of this same old song and dance? it's hard to say, but... aside from a brief stiffening after being addressed, the tall and lanky silver-haired priest lifts his fingers to adjust glasses that aren't sitting at his nose, anymore... awkwardly clears his throat, folds his arms over his chest, and ruminates near the fire. ]


Well.

[ well. ]

Normally... I'd say you might be talking about one of the Sacraments, of course! --You know, a baptism or the like? But.

[ but, he says, leaning in conspiratorially, blue eyes flickering briefly toward their whip-armed guard ever at the ready, ]

Between you and me, sir...? I'm getting something more along the lines of, um... ah. How do I put this delicately--

[ a pause, and Abel rubs his chin before inching ever so slightly closer, dropping his voice to a whisper, ]

...A blood letting? If we're lucky. Maybe being tossed into a volcano...? --Ah, no, I don't think this region is volcanic from what we've seen of it so far. Maybe being eaten alive by wild bears...? Have you seen any local fauna?
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[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-02-16 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
[He admittedly hadn't even tried to reason with them at any point, but maybe that's because the first soldiers he met with were the black-robed ones who only seemed to speak in ominous proclamations about souls. Maybe he's just too familiar with how soldiers work when they're under orders, and how much it can take to make them question their loyalty. He expects that violence is the language they both understand best.

He can't fault someone for hoping for better, though. He finds it compelling, even.]


I made an enemy of them from the start.

[He has to admit that much. It wasn't as if they simply decided upon him as a target at random.]

I'd been intent on escaping... struck one in the face trying to get the leash out of their hands. The moment I drew blood their minds were made up... they'd been given their excuse.

[With bored soldiers, that's all it would take - just a bit of justification. With the worst of their lot, it'd be seen as a bit of fun. He could see it in their eyes when they looked at him, laughing amongst themselves as if placing bets on his fate.]
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[personal profile] passio 2022-02-16 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
—!

[ it was hard enough to make a fool of himself like that, but this is an unprecedented turn of events that has suddenly made his life significantly worse. it’s not like he can scream, either—his breathless gasp of pain is even quieter than the sound of the man’s foot connecting with his stomach.

he instantly curls in on himself, crossing his arms over his vulnerable belly to at the very least protect himself from a second hit.

the question now, and the one he asks through his eyes, is why he was targeted. ]
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[personal profile] salvageable 2022-02-16 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ If Eustace watched kdramas he would know.

But that's okay, Dokja is used to being ignored? Why apologize when this is just the natural order placing itself back into balance.

He doesn't seem to mind at all, taking the moment to carefully school his features back into a semblance of calm and to wait for the racing of his heart to even out into a steady rhythm.

Of course, remaining crouched puts him at eye level with more than he wants to see, so he pushes himself up with great effort, his own legs relearning how to support his weight. Politely, he averts his gaze to the side where it lands on another chrysalis, though this one is unhatched. ]


This one's taking their time.

[ He stumbles over to it and eyes the form curled up inside. This is... familiar to him. ]

It's like a disaster, [ he mumbles to himself. ]
skirka: (oo.)

[personal profile] skirka 2022-02-16 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ A man with nothing at all to his name - wearing nothing but his name, and she does not even know that - cannot claim any sort of lucrative profession. If he was any good at what he did, why was he here, nude and unarmed? The same of course might be asked of her, but from her own standpoint, all that has come to pass in this place has been one flagrant treason after another. She has had no choice. It suggests no failings as queen.

He is a different animal, however. And, precisely because he stands before her undisguised and unguarded, she cannot look upon him with the contempt she might have otherwise. He is too pleasing to the eye, too promising in his stature. He looks to her exactly like the sort of man whom the gods send out into the world purely by mistake, for how else would he have come by such powerful musculature? Why else would he have that brazen way about him, that obvious flirtation in his bearing? Or maybe she is only hoping that is what she sees.

His eyes attune only to her own, and because she is aware of this discretion, she slinks in to where he stands, gathering back the lengths of gold that spill across her shoulders. For the purpose, primarily, of baring the curves of her breasts for a moment before she lets her hair fall again. Lingering now within reach, she brushes a hand out to the flat of his chest, as if the touch will help her decide what his profession must have been before he found himself here. Her voice is an almost cheerful lilt, her gaze flickering up to determine whether or not she has succeeded in baiting his eyes back down to her body. ]


Doing what needs to be done. [ Killing people who stand in his way, she dearly wishes, though the smirk ghosting at her lips makes no secret of the innuendo, should he prove to have a taste for it. The bounty of opportunity here makes her eyes dance with a lively, lethal fire. ]

I suspect you are a man of hard steel instead of weak gods. Am I wrong?
goldendeceiver: (god knows you put your life)

[personal profile] goldendeceiver 2022-02-16 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dokja isn't the only one dying to know that. Ernesto would love to know too, though he'd be equally skeptical of anyone that came forward to claim that role. Regardless, any sort of real leader doesn't seem to be here among them.

Not yet at least.
]

No?

[ He stops looking at the guards now, turning his head fully forward. ]

Somehow I think your instinct is right on this one. Any chance they've mentioned what they want with us during all that time you've spent with them?

[ He's showing his hand for a moment, making it obvious he's been watching Dokja. It's probably fine, because it's clear this whole walk was a calculated move on the other man's part anyway, and Ernesto doubts he was chosen completely at random. ]
inutilis: (☼ quietly.)

transit.

[personal profile] inutilis 2022-02-16 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's evening hour, just after rations have been passed along and the sun has set in the sky; it'll be time for the bedrolls to come out soon, time for the meal-time clamor to subside.

wherever Amos has settled himself, he'll find a tall figure sink to sit beside him; Abel doesn't intrude on the other man's personal space, gives him room to breathe, but... the priest lingers nearby, holding aloft a cup filled with water. ]


...Have you been drinking?

[ or eating, for that matter? ...it isn't hard to see the glaze in Amos's eyes, just as it isn't hard to see the worry having bloomed in Abel's. ]
hippocarnival: (✮ 147 ✮)

[personal profile] hippocarnival 2022-02-16 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, that's about how this situation is. Shit.

Yuyas shoots a worried look at Estinien's wrists. If they're tight, he'll just hurt himself pulling, won't he? Maybe Yuya should make this easier for him. So he pushes the bread closer to Estinien's face--and, accidentally pokes him with it.