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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 2022-02-16 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
Luo Binghe almost wishes this guy did seem pleased about it. He subsides a little, though, glowering sullenly and feeling bruised. He doesn't care what this stranger thinks, he doesn't care what anyone thinks -- especially if his world really is dead, then what does it matter if he's reminded of past betrayal?

He clenches his fists.

"I don't believe you," he says, after a long silence. "Nobody can truly believe that, that all life deserves to exist. Surely there is somewhere you draw the line."
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[personal profile] skirka 2022-02-16 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ A soldier-for-hire is what she wishes for above all else; nothing would be of higher value in this moment than a man willing to draw his sword against her foes for the promise of future riches. A mercenary with no mercy to speak of. He does not count himself among such men, to her disappointment.

A scientist, he says, and when she thinks of the sciences, she thinks of maesters, of pyromancers, of gray, studious men who pale at the sight of blood. Men for whom money means nothing, keeping as they do to the higher virtues, like honor and duty and good. She has never once understood how such men operate, or how they experience what it is to simply live. Do they truly choose nobility above the hot rush of blood?

Her disappointment is short-lived, a twist of smoke above the gathering promise of a fire, for then he proffers the words she has most needed since arriving. You may stay close to me. When, even before the drear fact of this place, has she ever felt able to protect herself? Never was she given sword or lance, or any mentionable purpose beyond marriage and breeding. She was never meant to bear weapons.

This is why she relies on proper warriors to bear them for her, and if all that is asked of her in exchange is her wit and scheming, then it is a lucrative transaction indeed.

She does not hesitate, prowling in closer to his side as if she means to shroud herself in his kindness this instant, regretting only that he seems so strangely devoted not only to his own survival, but that of their captors. What are the lives of traitors worth? Why bother to preserve them? ]


You are never safe if you are in the habit of letting your foes live. [ Perhaps this is a soft-hearted habit that can be reversed. She lifts a hand to take his arm, as if he is her formal escort for a courtly affair. Despite her wariness toward his tender outlook, toward his cool remove in general, her own face is not bereft of vague amusement. ]

You are not skilled in negotiation, and yet you win your battles without violence? Do tell me the secret of how this is done. When a man refuses steel, must he not turn to words?
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[personal profile] deushexmachina 2022-02-16 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
Caitlyn. [He squeezes her hand folded into his, his tongue pacing a moment behind his mind—]

—I thought I was alone, [amid a sea of white gowns,] I thought I lost my mind. [But the nightmare that played prelude had been nebulous. And the bite of the cold, the burn of chill in his lungs, the saltine slick that stuck to his skin after punching his way into that geodic cave — all of that renders crisply in his brain.

This was no mere nightmare.
]

Wherever this is, we have to keep moving forward. [His fingers keep clasped around hers, unwilling to let go.]
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[personal profile] judicatus 2022-02-16 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ a curious question, that, and one he's never been asked before. it only follows, of course, that few would expect a judge magister of his standing to have much experience in such a field, and yet... ]

I did receive some informal training in my youth. [ as a boy, hunting with his father and brother in the wilds of landis; as a soldier, making camp in the muddy plains of archadia. ] With what scant supplies we've been given, if we were to...hypothetically be turned loose into the surrounding wood, I should expect to survive for at least one night. Perhaps two, at a stretch.

[ hypothetically, of course, because even the hypothetical notion of escape doesn't bear tempting by speaking it aloud. ]

Of course, we know naught of what dangers may lurk within... And without any manner of weaponry, I should expect any chance at survival to grow drastically slim.
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[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-02-16 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
Estinien is poked in the face, and it's enough to make him stop squirming. Right. He can feel his chest clench, and gives Yuya another sinking look, knowing that he doesn't actually have any choice.

He exhales and reluctantly takes another bite, since it's already in his face, anyway. Instead of provoking more conversation, for the time being, he just focuses on getting this eating thing over with. At least then it won't be looming over him, and he won't run the risk of the guards noticing and interrupting.

Once he's finished, he leans back against the cart more fully. He doesn't look happy, but at least hunger won't be plaguing him tonight alongside the cold.

"You... have my thanks... Master...?"

He seems to be prompting for a name.
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[personal profile] aquaveiled 2022-02-16 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's enough to bring her to pause in her ministrations, even though a guard grumbles that they should keep moving when her steps stray too slow. In less dire circumstances she would be tickled pink at the appraisal, though even now she can take it with a bit of pride.

Himeka is rather proud of her scales and her tail. ]


You think so?

[ She releases her gown, though it is now a bit torn at the edges, it doesn't bother her. Himeka gives a much less deadly swish of her tail. ]

Would that it did more against our captors.
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[personal profile] aquaveiled 2022-02-16 06:26 am (UTC)(link)
[ In turn, it's difficult to dissuade Himeka from chatting up nearly anyone regardless of their disposition. Moiraine's disposition in such a situation is a welcome one, collected despite the chaos they have found themselves in.

Himeka shakes her head, shifting so that her feet can dangle off the edge of the fallen pillar she's claimed. ]


Only passing mentions of this "ritual" we're to take part in, but no specifics. I'm not sure if that's the intent to make it sound more ominous or if our babysitters are really in the dark.

[ She casts a glance to the nearest guard, still several yalms away. ]

Were they waiting for you as well?
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[personal profile] passio 2022-02-16 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ dextera is listening, since he’s very good at that. now that he’s hearing the other path described, it’s easier to recall his own dream in more clarity by contrast alone—but it’s not a good memory, by any means.

the darkness at the end had been comforting, in a way, but waking up again has only reminded him of the of all the displeasures of the experience. so he shakes his head more firmly, emphasizing that such a description is far from what he knows. ]




[ he places his hand over his heart and squeezes. it had been intense. ]
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[personal profile] deushexmachina 2022-02-16 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
[He nods, his teeth clenched tight enough to set his jawline in sharper angles. Looking towards the guards, his sight pinpointing the whips, Jayce struggles to keep his expression neutral; his brow furrows, his eye narrow with unforgiving geometry.

The instinct to run and the compulsion to defend embattle down his spine, cancelling the other out. The effect is paralytic.
]

What way? [At least his mouth refuses silence. He looks to her, his gaze desperate.] If any?
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[personal profile] youngprodigy 2022-02-16 06:30 am (UTC)(link)
[He nods.]

I can't imagine this is an ordinary prison.

The Garlean army re-purposes buildings of cultural importance for their own means. It's like to be that we are in a structure that has been repurposed for a similar reason.
Edited 2022-02-16 06:46 (UTC)
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[personal profile] aquaveiled 2022-02-16 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ She'll take what she can get, she supposes. Himeka gives a nod and a half-shrug as much as she's able to despite the restarints.

Though it would definitely feel like more of a success if they hadn't just emerged from a shady cave after being hatched out of strange crystals only to be accosted by a bunch of strangely clad soldiers. They look like soldiers rather than a band of rogues or bandits. Coordinated, armored...someone has ordered them here.

So they're left to kneel against their own will as the others about them are rounded up. ]


Bishop?

[ She raises both her brows. ]

Isn't that a title?

[ Absolutely the first thing one should say to someone they've just met, right? It sounds like something that would be given at the Ishgardian Orthodox Church. ]

Well...I'm Himeka. That is not a title, though I doubt it would do much good here.

[ A pause. ]

...You think they're going to take us to mine?
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[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-02-16 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
Estinien exhales wearily, because he invited this upon himself by saying something so unspecific and idealistic. While he feels that this was more or less the moral of the Final Days, it's not as if he doesn't have qualifiers.

"...I don't mean that no man or beast could ever need to be slain." Gods know he certainly doesn't conduct himself as if that's the case. He's killed plenty of men out of necessity who probably in no way deserved it on a karmic level. "Only that... the imperfections of life are not a sign that we should surrender ourselves to oblivion. Only that suffering is inevitable... that the beauty in life is finding the moments of peace and joy in a world that is not effortlessly filled with such things."

He turns his gaze to the floor of his boat, his heart aching for the places and people he fears he may have left behind.

"We must needs continue regardless."
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[personal profile] youngprodigy 2022-02-16 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
[He doesn't know the guy, but he acknowledgement does do a lot to settle his nerves.]

There's naught you can do for yourself, or anyone else, if those guards decide to kill you when you're prone.

We need a better grasp on our situation, and our surroundings, before anyone tries anything.
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[personal profile] passio 2022-02-16 06:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ dextera exhales another pathetic puff of breath, but when someone tells him to get up under possible threat of violence, he’ll get up. wincing, he rolls to push himself to sit on his knees. ]



[ now that he’s up, he feels worse—emotionally, at least. the muscles in his stomach already feel a little sore. his resistance to so many things were washed away in the rebirth, and he’s realizing that now.

his head is down, but he glances at rovan from under his matted bangs. ]
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[personal profile] judicatus 2022-02-16 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
Already, Gabranth has gathered as much himself — that they've only barely been kept alive, that they're meant to play some part in this ritual... As for what that ritual might entail, of course, he can only guess. But to share those guesses now...

Would that he had something of use, something without any grimness or the very question of their mortality, to share with her now. But he doesn't, and there lies the limit of his usefulness.

His brow furrows. A silence follows, and in this moment, he cannot bear to let it lie.

"What is your name?"
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[personal profile] hippocarnival 2022-02-16 07:19 am (UTC)(link)
"I am?" This is news to him, and he looks immediately worried. "I've been trying to stay out of sight! I don't want to be noticed!"
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[personal profile] hippocarnival 2022-02-16 07:25 am (UTC)(link)
It's... uh. What? [Well, he's too confused to panic about it, so that's... something.] You too?
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queen ramirra (player oc) | pathfinder: kingmaker | probably firebrand

[personal profile] doomsight 2022-02-16 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
i | REBIRTH

[ Another one of the crystalline cocoons gives away, shattering outward with a sound that is somehow at once brittle and wet. The woman that tumbles from this one, landing gracelessly among the fragmented pieces of her birthing rock, is an odd sight to see. Maybe it's the the slate gray of her leathery skin that does it, or maybe the lank tentacles that grow like oily hair from her scalp. Maybe it's the black, glossy bumps of chitin that dot random swathes of her naked skin, or maybe it's the jagged teeth bared as she coughs iridescent rock chewed to gravel onto the slick ground.

What's odder than the way she looks, though, is the sound that leaves her mouth. Laughter, or maybe ecstatic weeping—it's a high, strained noise, as if her lungs can barely draw the breath to utter it. Her forehead drops forward, knocking against the cave's stony floor. Beside it, her palms lift and slam against the cool ground—once, twice, again—and in her fervor, the broken shards of her cocoon bite into her arms' unprotected flesh. ]


Ahh, ahhh, the Rough Beast, He—!

ii | WAITING

[ Once she understands her situation, Ramirra is far more subdued. Of course, the path to her comprehension involved a great deal of biting and thrashing in the beginning, so when it comes time to squat among the forest ruins, she isn't allowed to wander much farther than the length of a whip.

It's insulting—and worse than that, it's boring. She flops down on her stomach like a petulant child, drawing spirals in the dirt to pass the time. The familiarity of the pattern soothes her, meditation in the act of scrawling that repetitive shape—but, even so... ]


If someone here has a blood ritual to do, they should hurry up and get on with it already. [ She kicks her bare feet through the air as she complains aloud—to no one, to everyone—fingers picking at the scabbing remains of those self-inflicted lacerations peppering her forearms. ] Aren't the gods or spirits or whatever we're being sacrificed to going to get impatient?

iii | WILDCARD

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baltimores: (092; (once I know you’re clean))

[personal profile] baltimores 2022-02-16 07:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ He'd gasped, that first moment he'd felt himself free; turned to do— what. Amos' first instinct had been to kill his captor, and even as he'd moved to try to do just that, he'd lost his footing, still too weak to really do anything. He'd caught sight of Estinien before falling, before he helped bring himself down and made it easier for their guards to get him back under control, with some good reminders along the way to not try that again.

At some point while on the ground, amid the blooming pain and feeling two new whips around him, he'd decided to just not be there anymore. So he isn't.

He's mechanically eating his ration when Estinien makes his next attempt. The sounds of the commotion bring Amos back up to the surface, just barely. Food abandoned, he meets Estinien's eyes, and there's just barely a flicker of recognition there.

And then he's gone again.

It takes a moment for Estinien's words to penetrate. Amos blinks and turns his head towards him, slow, like he's only just reemerging from a fog. Everything feels heavy, and tired, like more than just his body has been bruised.

He's silent a moment longer than that, like he has to remember how to speak, too. That it's okay if he makes a sound. (He's still not entirely sure if it is, one foot in this world, the other elsewhere.) ]


I... [ It's a croak, at first. There's a half-hearted attempt at clearing his throat. ] Sometimes it's easier to just go with it.

[ The resignation is already set in deep. Like he's felt this before, and yeah, giving up might be the way to go. ]
baltimores: (074; (there’s police there))

[personal profile] baltimores 2022-02-16 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ He pulls a face at the idea of foraging in the woods, a slight contortion of distaste, like he's had enough of attempting that for a lifetime already. 'course, last forest he'd been in had been pretty much dead. This one is just... weird.

Bare bones as the rations are, he'll take that instead, thanks. It's really not all that different from what he's used to, it's just that everything kinda tastes like ash right now.

... Ash that can help him get some strength back, so, yeah. He takes the bar from her, has already taken a bite by the time she speaks up again. Finishes chewing before answering, because he does have some manners. ]


Just another way to keep their boots on our necks. Any way they can keep control, they'll take it.

[ Which is another reason he wishes they'd hurry up and just kill them already. He says it simply enough, though; this is life right now, can't really do a whole lot about it at the moment.

Though before he takes another bite, he pauses, and it's probably stupid, but. His question really is honest enough. She does kind of have that air to her. ]


... Are you royalty?
giantanimal: (team player)

[personal profile] giantanimal 2022-02-16 08:33 am (UTC)(link)
[His eyes remain firmly on hers, though it's clearly not from lack of interest so much as an iron grip on his willpower. It doesn't matter how fetching she is, he is not having sex in a mystery cave.

Especially since he and Laurent are... well, he's not sure what they are, but he suspects sleeping with a woman would destroy whatever potential might be building.

He focuses instead on what she's saying. Clear innuendo aside, he thinks he knows what she's getting at. But he wants to hear it from her.]


Speak plainly. What it you want from me?
baltimores: (067; one hell of a rock)

[personal profile] baltimores 2022-02-16 08:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ Amos starts at the sound of Abel's voice, his body jerking slightly at what, to him, is a sudden intrusion. It's just a moment, though, and he stills immediately after. Doesn't quite relax, but the burst of adrenaline is already gone, exhaustion settling back in.

He blinks a few times, like he's coming back to the world, before turning his head to get a better look at the cup. Then the person holding it.

Goes to shake his head — no, I haven't been drinking; no, I don't want what you're offering — before he really meets Abel's eyes, and after a moment's hesitation, thinks better of it. He's captured, just like him. Any threat he could possibly pose... he probably doesn't.

Amos' eyes drift back down to the cup, and silently, he takes it. His first sips are small, but the trickle of water down his throat does feel a little better. Helps bring his voice back, at least. ]


Thanks.

[ It's small, and soft, but it's a sign of life. Hell, it's an awareness of at least a part of his surroundings, as afterwards he's left sitting there, lost, and holding onto a half-full cup with both hands like it's some kind of lifeline.

He meets Abel's eyes again. Maybe a second lifeline. Maybe not. Only thing that really comes to mind is, ]
Who're you?
eolja: (we're smiling because we agree)

[personal profile] eolja 2022-02-16 09:06 am (UTC)(link)
[the soldiers: stop being gay in front of our salads?

Seonho endures, because he can actually go along with a scheme even if he seems recalcitrant and annoyed about it. what will dokja do to him anyway, stab him???

He'll take this very leisurely walk with Dokja,]


I gather you didn't approach a complete stranger just so you could indulge in the one activity we've all been doing for days on end.

[he keeps his gaze in front as he speaks, his eyebrows raised just a smidge]
eolja: (haha PSYCH!!!! (no really))

now i don't have to link any more hehe

[personal profile] eolja 2022-02-16 09:12 am (UTC)(link)
[There's a lack of comprehension on Seonho's face for a moment, as if the very sentiment is even more startling than having clawed for hours out of a gummy chrysalis. This is because Seonho has no friends, past or present, for most of his life.

He busies himself with movement instead, moving to sit in a position that's not putting pressure on his knee]


-- Who are you?

[he's naked and he has no matters, seonho really has it all]
baltimores: (111; don’t hold back)

dreaming

[personal profile] baltimores 2022-02-16 09:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's easy to get lost, stop in the moment, take it all in. Amos feels that same serenity. There's ultimately nothing here, and it's like what he feels inside is finally reflected by his surroundings. Not by the stars, the galaxies, the signs of everything all around them, but by.

Gaze on her at first, he tilts his head towards the path that beckons darkness. Can't help but find his eyes drifting in that direction, too. ]


There. That's what everything is. Where everything's going.

[ He feels like he's lived it. Didn't imagine anyone else had, but if it's here... it can't be just for him. ]