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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.

goldendeceiver: (for yourself tonight)

u_u

[personal profile] goldendeceiver 2022-02-13 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Well now that's harsh. Here Ernesto is being perfectly friendly!

An easy grin stretches across Ernesto's face to contrast the frown. It's a fair comment, but there is another way.
]

Or get them into our own hands.

[ Ernesto can't say he's some kind of tech or magic whiz himself, but he does know weapons. He ran a side business as an arms dealer for years, and he's been watching the guards carefully every single time they bust those whips out on other prisoners. He can't swear that he'd be able to use them properly if he got his hands on one, but still better in their hands than in the guards.

The problem is there's no easy way to nab one.
]
lachtara: (Resigning)

[personal profile] lachtara 2022-02-13 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
The hours in the camp pass without notice. He'd rested and had since passed the time by idly focusing on the flames of the campfire, lost in thought.

His senses began to return in bits and pieces, muddled as they are. The smothered souls of those around him were a dim glow - dimmer than usual - and he's yet to see the vibrant swirling energy of aether from the world around them. Almost if the very world itself is made of something different.

It's within that intent focus that he hears his name called.

He turns and his eyes grow wide in sheer surprise. The familiar warmth and brightness of this soul is impossible to mistake for another. This is someone he's not seen in an age. Someone he thought he'd lost so long ago. He can feel the faint fervor of contentment threaten to surface within, and there is a flicker of elation that shows in his eyes. It's something he hasn't felt in so long it scarcely seems achievable these days.

The expression is forcibly expunged as he coaches his face back to dissatisfaction.

Emet-Selch stands up and motions accusingly. "What manner of chicanery is this?" He spits out bitterly instead of any manner of pleasant greeting. "Souls are unmistakable in every way, yet it is impossible to think how you could be more than an illusion..." Such wishes are for those naive wide-eyed heroes.
hippocarnival: (✮ 160 ✮)

Yuya Sakaki | Yugioh Arc-V | The Lover

[personal profile] hippocarnival 2022-02-13 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[Rebirth | The Lover]

Oof!

[Yuya hits the ground gracelessly as his crystal finally cracks, his eyes fluttering open to stare dully at the space beside him. Everything is... a little overwhelming, so at first he stays flat to the ground as his senses attune themselves to the world around him. There's rock, crystal... a cave? Just where is he?

He works his arms under him so he can push himself to sit. The fragments of crystal press into his skin under him, so he jerks one hand up and shakes it to dislodge fragments. With the back of his hand he tries to brush away the gem stuck to his chest only--it doesn't move.

He looks down, fingers pressing around the edges. And then he yelps.]
Aah! It's stuck in me!

[Help, he's been stabbed!!]

[Waiting]

[As more people are gathered up and carted away, Yuya withdraws further from those that have gathered them up. Everything about this makes him uneasy, like they're being rounded for slaughter... or worse. He watches others who fight back, and how fruitless the effort it, so instead he stays small and quiet so as few of the soldiers will pay attention to him as possible.

While he gives the guards a wide berth, he doesn't regard fellow captives with the same trepidation. Perhaps it's someone who had earn the ire of the guard and ended up hurt for it, or someone who's face can't hide their fear, or just someone who seems to be sitting alone, like an isolated pillar in the ground. Whatever it is, he scoots closer to them during moments of respite.]


Uh... hi. [He purses his lips, at a loss to say despite being the one to approach. It's not like he can start with the usual small talk like 'how are you', or 'nice weather today, isn't it?'

It's an awkward minute before he points to himself.]
I'm Yuya. I just woke up here.
couriering: (pic#14089936)

🦌

[personal profile] couriering 2022-02-13 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ even courier can't help but crack a wider smile, even provide a little snicker. the situation is, unfortunately out of their hands! anyone who has attempted to fight back has been reined in--- literally, with some kind of tool that essentially pacifies whoever gets targeted. he would know how it feels: they were controlled with them before. and in times where one has barely any information and a situation cannot be read?

the only plausible thing to do here is to... sit. sleep in a bedroll. eat some rations. call it a day. rinse and repeat. ]


Those are good questions!

[ as he decides to join makoto by taking his own cross legged position, he raises a hand to rub his chin. ]

Well, I think I can answer those questions... most of them. [ he continues to beam at his newfound friend. ] We're not from here, so that would make us the best to take part of whatever ritual they're setting up.

Why here? This place must be important for some reason that we don't necessarily know.

And finally... because while we might be in trouble, they might be in even more trouble.

[ courier laughs again, but this time? it carries the air of someone who, again, knows they are in an untenable situation. something cold and less amused, somewhat resigned... ]

So my instinct says? Basically, "uh oh".
couriering: (pic#13740916)

[personal profile] couriering 2022-02-13 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ his eyes follow ernesto's, but make no mistake--- his attention is firmly on his furry earred company. as charming as he seems, it would be a problem if courier didn't put a little bit of the onus of their current situation on him. not necessarily full blown paranoia, or even a casual distrust! no, just simply dotting the i's and crossing the t's.

though in his current state, he's more or less a wet noodle.

also he should probably cover himself. one leg over the other? maybe just angle his body a certain way... that should probably do it. ]


Same, same.

[ though one thing already sticks out to him: ]

Huh. Wonder if we were chosen or targeted because of...

[ he can make one of his ears wiggle. the other? still somewhat lifeless. ]
salvageable: (pic#15344887)

[personal profile] salvageable 2022-02-13 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ And lead the way he does, but not before taking notice of the way this man's gaze moves over to the ruins.

He has his suspicions, but the unfamiliarity of just about everything has him second-guessing each and every one of them. Dokja's normally used to knowing what's about to happen, so being in the dark about his current situation makes him anxious, has him knowing he'll slip up and make a mistake.

But for now, all he can do is fake an air of nonchalance as he picks his way through the forest, all too aware of the guard trailing after them. ]


It looks like there's quite a lot of us gathered here, [ he starts. ]
affal: (91)

ii-a. arknights fan assembled for duty

[personal profile] affal 2022-02-13 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
( he doesn't really know what he's looking for. individuals held a lot more interest to makoto than environments — they were only useful when they helped to personify those that owned and populated them. a ruin, by definition, didn't really apply to either. but still, he's overheard enough from the guards by this point to have wariness for what lie before them, and he's convinced that this place has something to do with it. why else would they have been gathered from disparate points in this place and corralled here together? it could be that it was simply a convenient and central location, but the presence of ruins here makes him suspect otherwise.

unfortunately, while a fairly apt student of politicking and social manipulation, a student of archaeology he is not. in the few places he can find some faded reliefs in the carved stone, he can make neither head nor tail of them. he studies a piece of broken wall where it protrudes from the ground, hand at his chin and his mouth pressed into a thin line as he tries to extract something enlightening from it.

silently, makoto is furious. he hates the feeling of being inert.

his attention is pulled toward ernesto at the address. he's seen this one around — he plays nice enough with the guards that he thinks he has a better head on his shoulders than most of the idiots that keep provoking them. he banishes his irritation for the time being, smoothly sliding a blithe smile into place as he replies just as airily: )
Not in the slightest! ( he gestures to the wall with one hand. ) Sadly, this is not my area of expertise. I don't suppose you would have a mind for antiquities?
lachtara: (Coyness)

[personal profile] lachtara 2022-02-13 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"You choose now to begin following my directions?" He chides rhetorically.

Though better some cooperation in this instance than the alternative. At least until he has his bearings. Emet-Selch sighs. "Very well. Let us implore your insatiable willingness to explore and see what our surroundings hold."

He makes his way to stand, although it's obvious he could use some assistance in such endeavors.
lachtara: (Flair)

[personal profile] lachtara 2022-02-13 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Elpis? Venat? Two names that she had no right of knowing, and the surprise in plain in the arch of his eyebrows.

"I am acquainted with it." He offers tentatively. It's a place he's visited in the far-flung past, although not often considering how far out of the way it was from his usual area of focus.
salvageable: (pic#15345409)

[personal profile] salvageable 2022-02-13 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's not like he's never seen wolfmen or werewolves before, but they're usually more demonic or... wolf-like in nature. This stranger could pass for a human being if not for those ears. And knowing that Ways of Survival doesn't have a species like this in its contents, Dokja knows they're from separate worlds.

Separate worlds. He'd only just learned the concept before arriving here. ]


Kim Dokja.

[ He decides not to be difficult for once about his identity, figuring this isn't the time or place with how little he knows. ]

What about you?
epiprocta: (55)

iib! but also ah, so excited to see the good lad!

[personal profile] epiprocta 2022-02-13 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Yeah, Ernesto's observation that resistance doesn't accomplish much is fair enough. But then again, it's not like Gen's been deliberately picking fights or trying to get anything done in the first place -- it's more that he's been filled to the brim with resentment and anger since waking up in this place, and he can't help but bristle when the soldiers poke and prod and yank him around.

And so he huffs as he arduously drags himself into sitting position after his Nth scuffle with the guards, spitting blood from getting backhanded and fighting against the whip that keeps his hands tied before him. Exhausted as he is, he automatically tenses when the bread's held in his direction, fully prepared to snarl at the guards once more before he looks up and sees ... some dog-person(?) instead. ]


... yeah, no shit.

[ Ernesto's bright smile is answered with a surly stare, and Gen glances from him, to the bread he's holding out, then back with obvious caution, like he's expecting to get punked. ]

What, is that thanks for the show?
goldendeceiver: (into its hands)

[personal profile] goldendeceiver 2022-02-13 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's a little hard to maintain a sense of modesty at the moment, and Ernesto isn't the type to be ashamed of showing a little skin either. Still, this is a little much even for his comfort.

He can tell he's being assessed right now though, and he very much doubts it has anything to do with his immodest state of undress. Still his gaze stays fixed almost stubbornly on the sights inside the cavern instead, playing things off very casually for a man waking up in a bizarre situation after some very disturbing visions.

The lax smile probably doesn't do much to make him look less shady, even if his mind is racing qith questions right now.
]

You think this was targeted?
lachtara: (Thinking)

good pile c:

[personal profile] lachtara 2022-02-13 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"Close enough to notice some striking similarities." He says noncommittally.

But moving on he seems almost conversational in his questions. "So, hero, have you found a means to recklessly force your way through the guards and escape from this encampment? I do await to see your plan with boundless anticipation."
goldendeceiver: (your broken records and words)

[personal profile] goldendeceiver 2022-02-13 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The guards behind them means they're not going to be able to say much at all of meaning. They've been relatively lax with Ernesto himself, but he's been playing the good dog role to a T for some time now. There are too many people gathered here to bother paying special attention to the ones not stirring up trouble.

If he's lucky they'll eventually get bored of trailing them, as long as they don't try to leave the area.
]

Seems like it. I'd say we're lucky not to be alone, but...

[ He glances back over his shoulder at one of the guards, and gives the unsmiling man a friendly smile. ]

Circumstances aren't great.

[ It doesn't matter if they hear that. Obedience is different than being happy with their situation. Let a little truth slip out in order to cast off some suspicion of his model behavior. ]
affal: (105)

[personal profile] affal 2022-02-13 11:54 pm (UTC)(link)
( makoto hates inactivity. he makes of himself a machine of perpetual motion, even if it's just attempting to divine the next steps of his enemies and thinking through problems without solutions. he had once told fjord that he had to keep himself busy so he didn't go mad — he hadn't been lying, though fjord, thinking it was due to grief and the overwhelming situation he had been thrown into, had been mistaken. as a demon, trapped in an endless existence he couldn't end no matter how much he might want to, there was nothing to consume him but overwhelming anger. anger at his lack of agency. hatred toward the one who had turned him into what he was now, just to play with him like a new toy. )

Oh? ( makoto leans forward to rest one elbow on a knee, his chin resting on an upturned palm. he proves an apt listener, giving courier the impression that he drinks deeply of all of the answers that he provides.

yes, he's happy this one has proven interesting instead of disappointing.

makoto's eyes lid closed for a moment, and he hums, deep in thought. his hair falls in unruly waves over his face and across his shoulders — he wishes he had something to tie it back with, or something sharp so he could cut a length of cloth off of one of his sleeves to serve at the same. )
Your instinct is good, then. There's certainly nothing enviable about our situation.

( he sweeps his hair back away from his eyes, setting courier in their gaze — twin chips of ice, floating in pools of blood. ) You felt it too, right? The world you left behind, crumbling away into nothing... ( he doesn't seem to handle these words with any undue care; the world he'd come from meant nothing to him, after all, at least not with J in it. ) Part of their design, maybe, to bring us here? Or an unhappy coincidence that they're taking advantage of?

( an eventuality they are trying to stave off for themselves? he keeps this thought to himself. )
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iii! and aah, so chuffed to see someone playing from madk!

[personal profile] epiprocta 2022-02-13 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He'd been staring into the fire -- quietly, for once -- and eating his rations while barely tasting them, but Gen's gaze slides over when a voice pipes up far too close to him. Stares deadeyed at Makoto for a moment, studying him as unsubtly as possibly before looking back into the fire. ]

Dunno. Cult shit. Human sacrifices.

[ It's said at a weary deadpan, and it might be hard to tell if that uncaring tone of voice is because he doesn't mean what he's saying, or because he just doesn't care even if he's right. He's certainly been reckless enough that that latter option is a possibility. Over the past few days Makoto must have caught sight of Gen tousling the guards at least once or twice, earning a swift beating each time but failing to learn anything from it and still bristling whenever the guards prod at him.

That would certainly explain the bruises he's sporting, and he winces as he shoves the last of his bread in his mouth. Chews, swallows, before looking at Makoto once more. Some prettyboy with weird eyes. But probably not as innocuous as he looks, if that tone of voice is any indication. ]


What, you doing a survey of everyone here? Or are you just nosy.
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[personal profile] dancinglight 2022-02-13 11:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, that's right. She's aware of past mother crystal, Hydaelyn. But it just proves her point.

"So you have forgotten. I'm also familiar with Hythlodaeus. Not just from that Amaurot you reproduced back at the Tempest. He's a good guy... Only wanting to help his friends achieve their dreams and protect them," she told him.

"It's because of the recreation of the Final Days that I know of this. It's also thanks to Elidibus's help that I have traveled to Elpis in search of answers," she said to him, "so believe me or not when I say I do sympathize with you. Your journey couldn't have been easy. I've come to understand you better and take your actions into consideration."

But she still can't defend them when it risked all that she cared for. At the end of the day, there were plenty of things that she wished she could have done differently. As if she could possibly change their fates. But she would not change her attempts to make things better. She could only do so much with the information that she knew about.

"All I'm asking for... is that we lay down our arms. Let the past be the past. You once told us that you considered us to be possible allies... That you had a genuine interest in us before. Is now any different?"
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heart_of_the_wood: Mykha grinning, looking proud of themself (A hero's smile)

[personal profile] heart_of_the_wood 2022-02-14 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
"In my defense, my dearest, most beloved Hades, you should have known I mislike it when my chosen family is threatened, and how I detest it when I am repeatedly lied to and had important information intentionally withheld. And you stole my cat, foolish as he can be I am rather fond of him." With a grin, Mykha pushes to their feet with as much ease as their sore and battered frame will allow before offering him a hand. Mirth brings the smile back to their face as they cock their head at him, clearly taking delight in the chance to tease him.

"As soon as we find a suitable place, I will leave you to your napping, I promise. I'll have to see about taking care that you rest and eat properly. Ascian or no, your body clearly still wants for rest and nourishment. Come, at least I was not the one who summoned you out of the blue this time, one thing you cannot possibly blame me for!"
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[personal profile] lachtara 2022-02-14 12:03 am (UTC)(link)
Acquainted enough to know a Garlean while not acquainted enough to know their history, it seems.

He flicks a glance to the guards as they proceed unabated. The guards seem wholly unbothered by talk of 'dreams'. Interesting. "The apparition was much too authentic for a dream." No, he could see the flames as the city burned and feel the heat in each ember. That is beyond some simple dream. "At least, in my experience. Perhaps yours was different?"
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Waiting

[personal profile] hippocarnival 2022-02-14 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
Estinien makes enough of a fuss that's he's surely been noticed by everyone by now. Yuya can't tell why he's being so combative--if he really thinks he'll manage to escape or if he's just taking up all the soldier's attention for some reason or another. But it has to be taking its toll on him.

Once their meager rations are passed out, Yuya excuses himself from the campfire and creeps back to the carts, where Estinien has been left. He tries to avoid eye contact with any of the soldiers watching him wander, apprehensive about being stopped from... what, interacting with another prisoner? Associated with trouble? Maybe it's not logical...

He sits down beside Estinien, starting slowly.] Hey... did you get anything to eat?
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!! oho! Excellent!

[personal profile] goldendeceiver 2022-02-14 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ In that way the two men are in the same boat. Ernesto doesn't have a single clue what to look for in these ruins. Even now as his own eyes travel towards that relief, he's getting about as much information from it himself. That is to say that it's a rock, and someone definitely carved it into a differently shaped rock at some point.

Now let him embellish and lie about this rock, and he might be able to sell it to someone just a little gullible, but that certainly won't be because of his own rich knowledge of what he's peddling.

The question has him laughing, as if their ignorance of this situation is in any way funny.
]

Only a list of names to take one to in order to get it appraised.

[ There's the slightest twitch in his smile for a moment, though his tone remains cheerful enough. ]

And unfortunately I don't think that list is going to help much here.
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[personal profile] lachtara 2022-02-14 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Interest in your potential - Which you have proved is grievously misplaced." He says with a tone of reluctance. Hearing her prattle on about details he'd kept out of sight is ...concerning.

Throughout her journey, had been watching her closely and never did she venture to somewhere beyond his sight, least of all Elpis. Would that be a time-traveling spell...? Illusion? What place would hold the power to do such a thing?

The Crystal Tower, of course.

"What kind of answers did you seek?"
goldendeceiver: (and it's both cradled you)

! I'm excited that people are excited for him!

[personal profile] goldendeceiver 2022-02-14 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's no faulting someone for being angry about this situation and lashing out. It's not easy to do what Ernesto is doing, and play nice when people are treating you so poorly. Every single person who is resisting the guards in any capacity has his sympathy.

But he's certainly not about to join them to his own detriment right now.

He'll wag his tail in a manner that seems mostly inoffensive as he holds the bread a little closer. The assessment isn't entirely wrong, because it's people like this kid that let Ernesto get a better grasp on how those whips work, and what the guards go-to style of fighting happens to be. It doesn't feel great to be letting others inadvertently suss this information out for him, but he'd be lying if he said it wasn't useful.

Not that he'll say any of this out loud with guards so close by though.
]

Not exactly, but it seems like you're exerting more energy than me right now. You can probably use it.
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[personal profile] afewstraythoughts 2022-02-14 12:24 am (UTC)(link)
As tired and disoriented as Hythlodaeus still is - days upon days of being shipped across both land and water haven't been kind to anyone - he's at least not too out of it to notice the... oddness of his friend's reaction. He had expected maybe a sigh and a roll of the eyes, not this... thinly masked contempt and distrust.

It's the first time in a while his old friend has fully taken Hythlodaeus by surprise. He had thought those days were long past, buried in their youth. If he wasn't so used to Emet-Selch begrudging but unwavering companionship and support, he would be able to spot the shift in Emet-Selch's expression. He'd be able to see that raw sliver of emotion for what it truly is, just as he'd be able to sense the distrust, the fact that something is wrong between them. Something he doesn't know, couldn't possibly know. The weight of countless ages that had been placed on them both in very different ways, things Hythlodaeus couldn't possibly know, because he hadn't experienced them yet.

At the very least, he has enough sense to know that something is off, and not just in the slight difference in the intensity of Emet-Selch's soul. Though he is still mostly attributing that to his tired eyes.

Almost in defense, Hythlodaeus holds up his hands placatingly, eyes wide in a way to pronounce innocence rather than any true surprise. "Chicanery? Now, now, since when have I practiced true chicanery? A bit of misleading, perhaps. Maybe a touch of subterfuge. But never chicanery!"
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[personal profile] vivificantem 2022-02-14 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
[That's fine, they can go that way; it's simpler, in ways, to not make this decision on his own. To go unerringly seems like an imposition when he does it; far less so when it's someone else's choice.

He tips his head a little at the mention of Yggdrasil; he's not unfamiliar with the name of the tree of life, and far be it from him to begrudge another their faith.]


The cycle of souls...?

[That phrase, however, is more foreign to him; better to ask clarification than anything else.]