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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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Yoo Joonghyuk | Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint | The Champion

[personal profile] regretsor 2022-02-18 03:57 am (UTC)(link)
I. Rebirth
[He had experienced plenty of different things, which were mostly unpleasant, but this probably is one of the more bizarre and uncomfortable experiences he has had.

Yoo Joonghyuk wasn't particularly fond of being imprisoned in any capacity.

He struggles out of his confines even when his body starts to protest and ache until he finally breaks free from whatever it was that he was encased in. He crawls out of his confines and takes a huge breath of air. After he has gathered his bearings, he finally takes in his surroundings and himself.

His body is still littered with countless scars that he had gained through his experiences from the scenarios, but none of his items are on his person. No coat. No sword. He's just bare and naked.

What's more puzzling is how he looks back at the hollow crystal that he had come out of.
]

Tch.

[He's one of the first few to get out, so he carefully observes the other crystals and his surroundings. It'll also give him time to mull over the dream he had.

While not the most caring and gentle soul, if someone is struggling to pull themselves together, they'll have this very scarred man with a very intense glare hauling them to their feet.
] Watch it. [His bedside manners could be improved on.]

II. Waiting
A.
[There's a bit of a commotion happening.

It's a problem really. On one hand, he should just behave and go along with things for a bit. On the other hand, fuck that. Violence is always the answer. Also, he thinks that the normal thing to do is to try and rebel when they're being forcibly detained. He doesn't know where they're taking them. He's suspicious and he rather struggle with his suspicions than idly accept whatever fate was handed to him.

The soldiers seem to have no qualms manhandling the six foot tall man nor did he seem keen on relenting. In the end though, they eventually disperse after a bit. They yell at him to get up or they'll make him and to hurry up and move.

The scarred man doesn't look all that pleased and lays there for a moment before finally starting to get to his feet. There's something new attached to his ankle that most others don't have.

He glares at anyone who makes eye contact. The white gown he was wearing was dirtied and he's slightly bruised and even bleeding a little. Some bruises look more fresh than others. This probably hasn't been the first time he had caused trouble.
] What do you want?

B.
[Joonghyuk has more or less settled down if only because he has no choice. He's weaker than he should be and the whips that they have are doing wonders in keeping the man (mostly) docile.

It's night out and there's a fire roaring where they're circled around. Joonghyuk sits a bit farther away from everyone and is looking up at the stars in the night sky as though he's searching for something.

He doesn't think he'll get sleep. He's used to keeping watch and he doesn't think he'll be able to fall asleep with him in such high alert. It's late, so he doesn't expect others to be awake either.
] You should get rest. It looks like we'll be traveling for awhile. There's no point to waste your energy.

[Big words for a guy who doesn't seem to be going to sleep anytime soon.]

III. Wildcard
[If none of these options work, feel free to hit me up with a starter of your own. I'm also more than happy to plot something out/write a personal starter that works!]
Edited 2022-02-18 03:59 (UTC)
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[personal profile] goldendeceiver 2022-02-18 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ Well that's an unusual response to Ernesto's answer. His attention snaps back to Makoto the minute the laughter starts, ears perked up, brows furrowed a little, even as he smiles uncertainly. ]

To be honest with you, I don't really want to die either if I'm given the option.

[ Which he may or may not be. It's a little hard to say right now.

That new question also takes him a minute to think about, though this time he watches Makoto carefully, brows still furrowed like he's trying to figure this guy out right now. It's an interesting question to ask, and he's got to wonder the motivations behind it.
]

And I guess it'll all depend on what they want my help with, what they're planning, and if I actually believe them when they tell me. I'm not prideful enough to not be able to set this whole thing aside if there's a good enough reason to.

[ He pauses, letting the muscles of his face relax finally. ]

It's kind of hard to imagine people like this would be taking us hostage for a noble cause, no?
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[personal profile] salvageable 2022-02-18 04:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ Having finally wrangled the name from this no longer stranger, Dokja looks satisfied. Who did that hurt, Eustace? Being all difficult for no reason at all...

He turns his attention back to the crystal, brows furrowed as he returns to his previous thoughts. ]


Well, Eustace, [ he says like they're best pals now. ] Disasters are powerful beings sent to certain locations in order to destroy parts of the world.

[ Sounds like bad news, right? It's not what he thinks is happening here. There wouldn't be a reason to rid him of his powers, it's not like there's an active scenario at play, and he's not in that bad of a headspace to want to start destroying anything. ]
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[personal profile] passio 2022-02-18 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
Dextera nods, as if that’s the reassurance he was looking for. He has no sense of Emet-Selch’s age, given his physical form looks relatively young, but a second opinion from anyone is appreciated. His own knowledge spans far and wide, but it’s limited only to his experiences on Earth. If they’re somewhere else entirely…

He’d like to ask his partner from where his knowledge comes, and he spends a moment in thought before diligently working to arrange some gravel and other debris into a readable shape. It’s one simple question— “Where?”

Just to ensure the question gets through, he gestures with both dirtied hands to Emet-Selch himself.
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[personal profile] passio 2022-02-18 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ dextera wasn’t hoping that she was coming onto him, necessarily, but he worries if there was some lecherous gleam in his eyes that belied his pure intentions. it doesn’t seem like she’s offended, though, and so he lets himself relax with a slump of his shoulders. he nods again. ]



[ regardless of his pure intentions, though, he’s now aware that he’s alone with a woman, and he looks nervously away from her into the quiet and safety of the area they’ve snuck away to. ]
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[personal profile] passio 2022-02-18 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
Ah…

[ this, dextera can help with. although he’s appreciated the food they’ve been given, the embarrassing truth is that his stomach is so used to other, less edible things that it’s been a little hard for him to process the rations they’ve been given. as such, he motions for her to come with him. ]
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waiting uwu

[personal profile] katanazero 2022-02-18 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
He should have fought harder. He should have resisted more. He had to find her and get her somewhere safe and away from those things but he wasn't where he'd expected, he didn't know how he got here. He had felt confident he hadn't succumbed to the withdrawal up until he was parked here in this forest - it wasn't the same as the jungle he'd spent so long in but it was close enough that it could be it. Memories were faulty and lord knows he had no clue what was real and what wasn't anymore.

All of the whisperings around him was hardly something he took notice of - time was dilating in and out and he could feel the pangs of his addiction as it left his system over the waiting period. For as far as he was aware he could have been sitting in the spot he was for a day or for four months. He had no reliable way of knowing anymore and he couldn't focus enough to find out.

The girl's voice cut through the fog of his head. She was sitting right around the way from him and he hadn't seen her yet - he hadn't seen much of anything as he tried to work through this, really. He lifted his head and let it fall back against the ruins his back was against. He responded eventually - to him it was a regular time to respond but who knew how long it actually took for his mouth to catch up with his brain.

"I don't know what we could do. I would normally try to fight but I don't know where my sword went."
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[personal profile] lockedon 2022-02-18 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ He hates this, actually. A muscle in his temple tics once and his ears flatten every so slightly as that jovial tone washes past him. He is definitely never crossing paths with this guy again after he wrings whatever information he can out of this guy.

Which might take longer than expected; all of this is unfamiliar territory to him. On the bright side, he has no issue with looking ignorant and asking questions. ]


Sent by whom?

[ Presumably there's some bigger entity at play here, else Dokja would have phrased it differently. ]
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[personal profile] brutallyefficient 2022-02-18 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ Full range of function...? That's a vague question, but he'll try to answer it the best that he can. ]

I'm an RK800 model. A prototype android detective, and the first allowed to play an active role in police investigations.

[ He sounds particularly proud of that! ]
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[personal profile] devilmancrybaby 2022-02-18 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
I suppose that's true. [ He gives her a friendly smile. Less sinister this time. ] Doesn't that depend on what I'm being accused of?
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[personal profile] goldendeceiver 2022-02-18 04:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ With the way Ernesto's ears flop forward and match his hair color perfectly, they're all too easy to miss until they move seemingly on their own. Still, he's gotten a stare or two, so the lack of response is always appreciated. ]

Same for you too, huh?

[ He follows that up with a slight wince and a forced chuckle. ]

Not exactly the most graceful way to make your debut on a new planet.
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not enough apparently 🥴

[personal profile] salvageable 2022-02-18 04:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ Father... Abel... Father Abel??

Dokja eyes that proffered hand like he might burst into flames if he takes it. But hadn't he held it just a moment ago? He's being ridiculous, and he nervously huffs out a laugh to distract from his momentary hesitation as he accepts the hand to shake. Nothing weird going on here, it's not like he's a whole demon king or anything sweats... ]


Kim Dokja. Just Dokja is fine.

[ What a friendly man! Too friendly in fact! He can barely keep up. ]

It's nice to meet you, Abel. I take it that you're a priest, then?

[ What sort of priest looks like this!!! ]
Edited (oh my god i just forgot the part about the hand shaking i'm losing it) 2022-02-18 05:00 (UTC)
sweetsong: do not take any. ty. (106)

[personal profile] sweetsong 2022-02-18 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
Um...

[ he wasn't?! robin sighs, pulling his knees up to his chest again while closing his eyes. ]

... I thought being polite and kind would've worked. Even if it doesn't seem like it should, it didn't hurt to try this time. At least they were nice enough not to...

[ you know, beat him up. ]
sweetsong: do not take any. ty. (94a)

[personal profile] sweetsong 2022-02-18 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ it'd feel more like a victory to robin if their circumstances weren't dire as it is, but getting even the most half-hearted of hugs from his brother is a good thing. especially now! the sound that jack makes is expected. so, for now? he'll enjoy this moment where he can give his twin a tender squeeze and all the affection he can possibly give... ]

Nii-san. No, I don't think Carmilla did this. This doesn't feel like the kind of game she'd play with us.

[ not to mention, where they've ended up seems more like science fiction than fantasy? hard to assign a genre to it, but... ]

Oh, I'm just so happy you're here! We can escape from here together, right?
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[personal profile] sweetsong 2022-02-18 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
I fell out of some weird cocoon. And then when I felt strong enough to stand, I was taken to a place with a couple of boats.

[ it was all a blur at the time, so hopefully yuya will forgive his brief explanation. ]

I had a shard of something stuck in my arm, but I guess it must've fallen out.

[ he rubs the spot. it doesn't hurt anymore. ]

And now... we're here.
goldendeceiver: (into its hands)

[personal profile] goldendeceiver 2022-02-18 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's exactly the sort of thing that can eat at you if you let it. Ernesto wishes he was able to say he's a strong enough person to laugh off this kind of thing, but that's not actually true. He is the kind of person that can bluff about taking everything in stride though.

He's certainly doing a pretty good job of keeping up the facade of nonchalance as this connection is being drawn, even giving the smallest of shrugs in response.
]

I can't really say. I've never experienced anything like that before.

[ Though... ]

They certainly didn't take that long to find us after we came to though.

[ It's possible they always have people keeping tabs on the shrines, but if that's the case it would raise some more questions as to why... ]
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[personal profile] aquaveiled 2022-02-18 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ That is something she can certainly relate to. Though she's a foodie and culinarian at heart, Himeka is willing to try anything once, no matter the state or quality it arrives in. But the rations they have been provided definitely leave them wanting. Basic nutrition at most, if that. ]

Understandably so. I'm fairly certain these are meant to lower morale rather than boost them.

[ She's in good enough humor about it regardless, at least this aspect of their confinement. If for a few minutes she doesn't mind overlooking the rest. ]

...Though in that light my offer seems a little cruel, doesn't it?
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[personal profile] epiprocta 2022-02-18 05:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ 'Demon,' Makoto says, and Gen raises an eyebrow. Waits for a moment, maybe two, for some sort of 'just kidding!' But it doesn't come, and so he gives a derisive scoff. ]

A demon?

[ Feining calm is second nature for him, and Gen's body language reads languid and careless as he sits back, propping his weight on his arms. Every inch the textbook, cocky, overly-confident delinquent, unshaken even in the face of a demon. Only a terribly keen eye would notice the way he continues fidgeting a little bit with his bloodstained hand, rubbing the pad of his thumb against the curve of his nail where grit of leftover blood lingers. The tactile sensation grates at his nerves but he can't seem to leave it alone, either. ]

Always figured demons would look more ... impressive. Big, red skin, horns, wings. All that shit. [ The Hollywood cliche, in other words. ] You're not that much to look at.

[ Pretty enough for a guy, he supposes, but weird eyes and creepy demeanor aside, he doesn't look like the type to strike much fear into anyone. And so what if he can apparently pull his head off and put it back on? Even if he can recover from all sorts of injuries, that seems more like a party trick, comparatively speaking. There's still the slightest touch of tension in his shoulders as he cocks his head to give Makoto a look-over, too distrustful to fully let his guard down and still acclimating to just how weird this place (and apparently its residents) are, but it's obvious he doesn't see Makoto as a direct threat. Yet. ]

And I ain't doing shit for you. Do it yourself. [ A pause before the corner of his mouth quirks up in the start of a humorless smirk. ] Or -- what, gonna offer me a deal? A "demon" that can't even get out of this ridiculous place, or else you wouldn't be putting up with those guards and their bullshit. What kinda deal can you cook up, huh?
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[personal profile] aquaveiled 2022-02-18 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
That would almost make her laugh were the circumstances less dire. Almost. She gives Emet-Selch a quizzical looking.

"I'm not under the impression they're asking for volunteers." After all, they wouldn't need to manhandle them all and whisk them away to a discreet location in the forest by force if that were the case.

"So more likely than not, you'll get to find out along with the rest of us."
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[personal profile] apathie 2022-02-18 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
Polite and kind only work on people who have the luxury or ability to make decisions. These soldiers do not, because they're following orders.

[then he points at the person before him.]

It's clear they were ordered to not interact with us unless absolutely necessary-- which means, merely shepherding us from one location to another, by force if necessary. They may have knowledge, but there are no answers to be gotten from them.
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[personal profile] regretsor 2022-02-18 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
I'm fine. [He clicks his tongue and looks at the other suspiciously. He had purposely sat himself further away from others, yet he was still being approached.

It's harder to see with him being more in the dark than in the light of the fire, but one could make out the dirt on the white gown and the bruising on his skin. He had not been very amiable and the soldiers weren't kind in return. He can tell that the other also hadn't been particularly willing either. At the very least, Joonghyuk will be a bit more patient with the other and make small talk if that's the case.
] I chose to be farther away. As for them; I don't care if they get mad at us or not.
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[personal profile] aquaveiled 2022-02-18 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
That catches her attention. Her tail pops slightly at her surprise, though she quickly brings it back down as not to draw the ire or curious gaze of their captors. Not that she could do much about it right now, anyway...knowing how they would just restrain her should she resist.

At least one of them has to remain unbound.

"You too?" It isn't a comfort hearing that. "There were bodies outside ours...and then the soldiers waiting beyond them."

She shakes her head.

"It didn't seem like a coincidence, though I realized it could have just been very unfortunate timing. But...I'm beginning to think that was wishful thinking."
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[personal profile] epiprocta 2022-02-18 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ ... he sounds awful confident that he's going to weather a few days of starvation even in these shitty conditions. What, is used to living like this?

He'd been staring hard at Paul, trying to figure out the reason for that inexplicable confidence, but for better or for worse, Gen's promptly distracted by the mention of 'God.' Unsurprisingly, he responds with an eyeroll. ]


Really? Fat load of good God's been so far, dumping you here to get whipped and shoved around by a bunch of freaks. And now you're saying you don't need food because of him? You sure you're not already loopy from missing meals?
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[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-02-18 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
Estinien also has his turn to be surprised. For him, though, it manifests more of a furrowing of his brow and a beat of silence as he tried to work out the meaning of it in his head.

"Bodies?" he repeats. "Of arrivals like us?"

For a moment he wonders if she means they had, for some reason, been slaying those that came from the shrine. At the one he emerged from, there hadn't been anyone present but their captors.
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[personal profile] goldendeceiver 2022-02-18 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ernesto can sympathize with that. It was definitely pretty damn alarming for him to wake up inside that chrysalis, and have to fight his way free. It was also pretty damn alarming to get smacked in the head with something the minute he crawled out of it, but he's polite enough to not harp on that fact...

Out loud.

He's also less scattered enough to let it sink in that he is naked, and she is naked, and this whole situation is just a touch more awkward than it was a moment ago.

Scratch that, she just made that comment drawing attention to their nudity, so it's a lot more awkward now.

Ernesto clears his throat, his dog ears pinning back on his head, as he sits down and crosses his legs in a very uncomfortable looking way to try and cover himself up a little. He'll even hunch forward as he places his hands over his lap.
]

Ahaha... Sorry about this. This isn't exactly the state I want to be in right now either.