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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.

hippocarnival: (✮ 225 ✮)

[personal profile] hippocarnival 2022-02-18 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
"It... is?" His hand slide up to his hair, pulling on some strands as his eyes roll up to look at it. "I always thought it was normal. No one's ever said anything..."

Does he need to be worried about his hair now, too? This place keeps getting worse.
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[personal profile] passio 2022-02-18 07:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ more than any physical part of him, his ego is bruised. it hurt to take the fall, but even if his body hasn’t thoroughly adapted to the rebirth, he has plenty of memories of death to compare one little tumble to. this could have turned out much worse. ]



[ he closes his eyes, exhales, and then shakes his head. the lack of care doesn’t bother him—being asked at all is kind of a novelty.

the various creatures he had run to see still chirp and bark and whatever else freely in the surrounding forest, but they’re out of reach as long as the guards have their way. that’s the worst part about all of this, if he’s being honest with himself. ]
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[personal profile] hippocarnival 2022-02-18 07:10 am (UTC)(link)
Okay, there is it. Yuya nods once. "I'll come find you tomorrow too, in case they... tie you up again."
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rebirth

[personal profile] deushexmachina 2022-02-18 07:13 am (UTC)(link)
[His own journey left him gasping, chest heaving, limbs sprawled along the stone floor made slick with the fluids that bore him. Jayce, unmoving, watches those reed-thin limbs—backlit as little more than pinched silhouettes—squirm and beat and claw at the iridescent enclosure. Lying on his back, mouth an open invitation for air, Jayce still watches. Exhaustion weighs down his marrow, even as the impulse to help rises from between tired ribs.

There's the breaking—fingernails cutting against shard—and the release. A desperate wheeze, a furious sputter. One aquiline nose and unmistakable black pit of an eye.

Jayce's heart drops to the acid curdle of his gut. He rolls to his stomach, his still-slick hand slipping for any broken snap of geode sharp enough to hurt.
]
Edited 2022-02-18 07:19 (UTC)
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[personal profile] vivificantem 2022-02-18 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
It's a lot to ask us to "buy", isn't it?

[It's not visual at all, in that he doesn't move, but you can hear the air quotes.]

My world was approaching the end of days, according to signs written in the Scripture. But what I saw definitely wasn't the end times depicted there.

If it's real, then it is, and we've suffered great loss. If it isn't... I don't know what to think of that.
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[personal profile] passio 2022-02-18 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ well, okay, this is not unfamiliar to him, but that doesn’t mean he likes it. he’s done all sorts of stupid things to come as far as he has, but most people where he’s from at least have the excuse of quite literally having nothing better to do than laugh at him.

but maybe that’s just as true here. ]


…hh…

[ brow furrowing, he tries to ignore the laughter. he’ll get up, just… not now. not while he’s being watched. ]
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[personal profile] bloodsins 2022-02-18 07:19 am (UTC)(link)
Didn't seem like my world would be goin' down in flames any time soon.

[Mostly because his plans to do exactly that backfired horribly but eh, these things happen. Apparently.]

We don't know what we're dealin' with here. The people, this place, whatever these assholes want with us... So I'm guessin' it's a little too soon to say for sure.
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[personal profile] affal 2022-02-18 07:20 am (UTC)(link)
( the feral defensiveness brings out makoto's in kind, metaphorically bristling in response to the bared teeth and sibilant growl. still, even in the face of this, makoto prefers the sharpness of aggression to the torpor that had been choking this abstraction beforehand. it was bracing, like a shock of cold water to the face, promising at least the possibility of something moving or shaking or changing as opposed to his greatest fear in this situation:

that this is all there is and all there ever will be, for the rest of all time.

the demon would have respected tomoe more if he had allowed the anger to guide him; to watch it fade and die in his eyes and on his tongue. scorn rises like bile in the back of his throat, hot and bitter; he whirls as to not allow the stranger such an easy escape, pursuing but only just, at his shoulder so his replies can be an acidic chorus in his ear: )


It doesn't matter. You were complacent. If someone turns their back on you, then you force them to turn back.

( pitilessly, he thinks of datenshou. there isn't an ounce of shame or remorse in makoto's wretched heart for what had happened to his former employer — he had been weak, opening up his heart to the ruin of love, allowing it to bind his hands and dull his mind. that's why he had lost J's favor, only for makoto to pick it up in his stead. nothing important is easy — it's all meant to be earned, and if one truly cared about the end that they supposedly pursue, then they would pursue it at any lengths and regardless of the cost. )
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[personal profile] vivificantem 2022-02-18 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
[You really did try it, my dude.]

That's true. [...] My name's Paul. By the way. I have a few titles, but they don't really matter here.

[Seeing as we kind of forgot to do...that...]
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[personal profile] affal 2022-02-18 07:58 am (UTC)(link)
( the scenario they find themselves in doesn't weigh as heavily on makoto shoulders for several reasons, though not insignificant among them is that the core elements to their captivity here aren't all that different from what he's dealt with in all of his other years, regardless of where he was. whether he was a son in his parents' confining home, a student locked in the stricture of school, a pet living in J's manor, or an employee at datenshou's brothel, his freedoms were mostly illusions; he lived at the whims of others, for their own ends and not his own. the vacation that he had managed to wrest for himself recently had been the first time he had ever really traveled upon his own volition, and even then his path had been riveted to the pursuit of vengeance. and what is a single-minded obsession on vengeance but yet another cage?

so long as they are well-taken care of, he's mostly content to scrounge up what information he can and wait for their next move. it's not as though he has the power to do much else, considering how stripped-down his demonic capabilities seem to be in this place.

he has no idea if this stranger's reasoning for being so nonchalant in the face of the unknown align with his own, but, in the end, he doesn't really care. it doesn't matter! he avails himself as an amiable enough conversational partner when most else are content to grunt half their replies and turn a cold shoulder just when topics were turning towards something interesting. it's an amusement to hear the man refer to him as his friend — surely this is the fastest time he's ever made one of those, though the word is pretty paper-thin and flimsy when applied to makoto — and he's happy to accompany him down the meandering pathways of his speech, thoroughly entertained and never seeming distracted or inattentive. )


I hope not. It's not as though there's much for us to do but speculate until that time, regardless.

( his thoughts had turned down similar avenues as abel's had — it certainly had something to do with how they arrived here, and where, considering they were so prepared to collect them. the cavern that the soldiers had found makoto and the others he'd awoken with had been quite out of the way, and there'd been no one else inside. how, then, did they know? he could only think that they either did the summoning themselves and knew what the results could be. what other explanations could there be?

he chuckles at the leading question, raising a hand in a disarming gesture. )
Oh, I don't know about that( when given a chance, makoto will basically always tend towards the macabre... ) though I find in general I agree with you. I have to imagine what draws their interest is ( he raises one finger ) how it is we've arrived here or ( he raises a second ) something having to do with the places that we've left behind. Or perhaps both! Regardless of what the answer is, though... ( now he lifts that hand to his chin, pondering a moment before he continues, ) We possess something that they either want... or that they want to destroy, before it can cause trouble.
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[personal profile] tobodlygo 2022-02-18 07:59 am (UTC)(link)
"I have a feeling it was way more about gut instinct when the-" oh, fuck.

Panic clearly falls over Jim's face as he stops suddenly, his heart rate rising as he realises: this Spock hasnt experienced the death of Vulcan.

Does he hide it? Does he just not say anything? Fuck.

"It was dire circumstances, and you had been... Emotionally Compromised," he says softly. He gets the idea that Spock's going to know exactly how bad that means things were, and it will be up to him to ask about it or not.

"I've been trying to live up to his expectations and yours ever since. I think I do alright, sometimes."

He sighs, shaking himself. Something about this place feels so utterly draining. He wants to know where they are, because not just any place could bring two universes together.
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[personal profile] intermingled 2022-02-18 08:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ Spock is careful to keep his face neutral. It would not be correct to assume that all AIs have the potential for the destruction of life that Control had. The misgivings are there, however, when the idea comes of allowing an AI to make decisions for a living being.

It is illogical to allow such a prejudice to inform his decisions, however, and he will do his best not to allow that.
]

You assist with solving crimes? A logical vocation for an ordered mind.
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[personal profile] affal 2022-02-18 08:37 am (UTC)(link)
( as much as makoto was absolutely the kind of person that would have pulled a "just kidding!" sort of prank here before dancing back to being precious and withholding with what little information he had to lord over, he had actually chosen the truth this time. for all the good it does him.

humans typically don't question him, but it's difficult to do when he's stepping through a portal he had peeled open between hell and the mortal plane, dressed in full finery, pouring their ears full of all of the promises that they would have dreamed a demon would make to them once they could finally muster one. sitting as he is here and now, wan and bedraggled and bleeding and moderately pathetic, he could perhaps begrudgingly admit that it was more difficult to accept... though even the thought of doing so threatened to spark a dangerous and indignant fire. as it is, he stares gen down, chin lifted almost imperceptibly.

"you're not much to look at." he flinches visibly. brat! he says that now, but only because he's reduced to this! he curses now more than even when he had stood teetering at the cliff at the mouth of the shrine to the firebrand that he couldn't draw his wings — how he would love to pull them out to snap at their fullest length here and now, just so he could watch this guy eat at least some of his words.

but as much as his gains climbing the hierarchy of hell these past few years has given him a newfound sense of pride, makoto isn't yet blinded by it. as annoying as it is to have this pointed out to him by gen, this is an important moment that he chooses to learn from. all of that hard work means next to nothing here. he will have to start from the bottom rung once more, but he's far cleverer and more ruthless now than he was when he had been new to his second life as a demon. he will have to utilize all that he has in order to scrounge back whatever power, knowledge, and clout he had had to leave behind in the ashes of hell.

until then... there are worse things to be than underestimated. it's so much more unpleasant when this stranger looks at him that way than when he had mislead datenshou or fjord, but he will bear it.

really, he had only said that to provoke him — he doesn't think he will be nearly so cavalier as he had been with his head as he had in the past, considering the lingering doubts he has about his former immortality. he leaves that behind, changing tact so that he can find a conversational handhold and wrest back some control. )
Have you bothered to speak to anyone else trapped here with you? More often than not, they don't seem the type to allow themselves to be penned here like this, and yet here we are.

( he lets the implication rest — he doesn't want to painstakingly explain every point, because that's just annoying. but it does let him know something: in the same way that he had others he's spoken to seem to be devoid of abilities and powers they once had access to, this one seems to have nothing of the sort. otherwise he wouldn't have said something so inane. )

Were we on Earth, though, and you had summoned me... ( with his free hand he rests his chin in the cup of his palm, elbow propped up on his knee. ) Anything. ( he says it with the ironclad certainty of experience. he smiles. ) Anything the heart might be desperate enough for that one would summon a demon. Though it would come at a cost.

( most human requests are pedestrian enough. violence to slake thirst for revenge, initiated by betrayal or pettiness or wrath or love. greed. lust. once you got the hang of it, reaping mortal souls really wasn't as challenging as one might think. )
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[personal profile] intermingled 2022-02-18 08:43 am (UTC)(link)
Something prickles at Spock. He is not quite as stoic as he might be expected to be, especially not at the current moment, but the idea of being too emotionally compromised to serve? He's removed himself from service once, but that hadn't been due to his emotions. Quite the contrary. It had been the logical thing to do given the facts he'd had to work with at the time.

The truth is that he cannot imagine a time since he joined Starfleet when he'd been more emotionally compromised than he had been after saying goodbye to his sister. The only thing that could hit him like that now--

The naked pain dawns on his face as the thought forms and he clings to it, tries desperately to remind himself that it isn't him or that it hasn't happened yet.

"My mother."

The idea of losing her is unbearable. The grief of thinking about it feels like something he could drown in. Yes, he would be emotionally compromised by it. Even thinking about the loss leaves him shaking and he cannot say where the darkness of this place ends and his own thoughts of grief begin right now.

"What happened?"
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[personal profile] intermingled 2022-02-18 08:46 am (UTC)(link)
I... believe I hatched out of an egg-like object. Once I emerged, the guards were there, arguing with monks over us as if we were property. It seemed clear who would win the negotiation, as they had weapons.

[ The entire thing had been disconcerting, but he has faced worse on away missions. ]

Was your experience similar?
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[personal profile] baltimores 2022-02-18 09:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ For as much as Amos is starting to settle back into the real world — at least for the time being — what should be Abel's clear joy is lost on him. He hardly notices the other man at all as he eats; the surprise at his question doesn't register.

When he starts talking, though — and doesn't stop — Amos' eyebrows raise, bit by bit. His bafflement is so plainly human, he's almost fully back in the moment the longer Abel goes on. His eyes fall to Abel's hand when he holds it out, notes the tremble where he remains perfectly still; meets Abel's gaze again when he asks for his company.

His initial silence isn't a refusal, nor is it even a retreat back into his own mind. It's taking the time to make sure he heard Abel correctly.

When he speaks, his voice is steady, but almost gentle, too. ]


If anyone's gonna be a disappointment, it's probably me. [ There's no self-deprecation in his voice. He'd picked up on Abel's, eventually; Amos is plain-spoken. Though it's not like there's any judgment in his voice, either. Whatever Abel's deal is, it's cool by him. ] But yeah, sure. You don't gotta bring me food or anything to sit here.

[ He pauses, about to have said you can sit wherever you want, but that's not exactly true, is it? Where they choose to be isn't exactly up to any of them anymore. And if Abel is a good guy, and he's terrified—

Amos isn't terrified. He isn't anything. (He's traumatized, but why acknowledge that if you don't have to?) But he's present enough to recognize that Abel being terrified bothers him, so his voice, while still soft in tone, turns serious. ]


Did they hurt you?

[ He's probably still visibly bruised, but his own health is back of mind now. ]
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[personal profile] baltimores 2022-02-18 10:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ Amos takes a moment when Estinien looks upwards, and then joins him.

After Ilus, he's familiar with the idea of looking up at an unfamiliar sky. Doesn't stop his brain from trying to find old patterns, though. Patterns he couldn't find the last time he was on Earth, because the entire planet was still too fucked over, its atmosphere along with it, to the point where the sun could have been mistaken for the moon.

He's not sure how he feels about getting to look up again and see something. He'd just been on his way back up, set to leave Earth behind forever. And he's done that, he supposes — but he's still stuck down a gravity well. Probably will be for however much longer his life ends up lasting. ]


Yeah. Me too.

[ Except his voice is blank, empty. There's maybe an undertone of sadness there. The Roci's gone, her crew along with it. He hasn't seen them in months. He never will again.

So Amos takes a moment to let that notion sink in. Exhales. And it's gone. ]


Kinda feels like a sick joke that I survived. [ He pauses, taking a cursory glance around the camp. At their new reality. Captured, possibly enslaved, and he's really not interested in finding out what's next, even though that's all there is. ] Fuck. Whole thing's just shit now, isn't it.
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[personal profile] perfectlygoodbird 2022-02-18 10:12 am (UTC)(link)
Meteion gives the man a considering look. She leans in, speaking softly. "I don't need to, but I'll try a little, if you have the rest."

Hermes had always laughed at her insistence he have sweets--it was as if he'd taken extra enjoyment when Meteion delighted in his pleasure. It's not the same, here--especially since she feels like she's at a remove from normal. Like her head is wrapped in cotton. But there's some familiarity.

"I won't come to any harm, I promise!" Well, mostly because she's not really challenging the guards, but the bird-like girl is definitely observing them. Trying to figure out a purpose for their collection--more than just the mysterious 'ritual' that's been spoken of in hushed tones. "I'm sure you've thought of this too, but I don't think they have our best interests in mind..."
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[personal profile] perfectlygoodbird 2022-02-18 10:19 am (UTC)(link)
"You had a sword?" Meteion asks with a blink, then. "That seems like something important to lose..."

Then again, maybe the soldiers took it, but she hadn't even had a stitch of clothing when she arrived. "Did you have it when you woke up? I didn't have anything..." Not that Meteion really needed anything. She's pretty sure she only had clothes to appease the Ancients' sensitivities when Hermes first created her and her sisters.

"I'm not sure what I could do, other than what I have been. The soldiers are mean to the people who have tried to resist, though. So I try to be good, and I listen and watch." It had seemed like a good enough idea at the time, though she certainly hasn't gotten much information so far.
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[personal profile] hopelesswandrer 2022-02-18 11:58 am (UTC)(link)
The Tiefling closes his eyes with a sigh, trying to centre himself and his magic, to sense... anything, really.

He really can't feel the weaves of Faerun here, and though there's the Lady's magic in his tattoos as it always is, She is not watching.

How odd.

"If we are still on the Material Plane, it's in no location I've ever been before," he mumbles to himself.

"Am I hurt? Ah,"

It's then that he notices that the cuts are fairly deep, and that they're perhaps leaking a bit more blood than is advisable. He grunts, dredging up the small amount of magic he has and tries to concentrate it. He hums a single word in Abyssal as his Healing Word goes out, weak though it is, it manages to staunch some of the bleeding.

His bright blue eyes look over Howl, and easily notices the similar cuts on his body. He offers his hand out, gesturing to the wounds.

"If you'd like?"
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[personal profile] tobodlygo 2022-02-18 12:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Fuck. He'd been afraid of that.

He nods, almost numbly, feeling the phantom sensation of strong, raging hands wrapping around his throat with the murderous intent.

A litany of apologies try to fall off his tongue, but he knows that's not what Spock wants, it's never what he wanted or needed. He tries to figure out how much he should or can say.

"Vulcan is gone." A madman from another universe with a vendetta hated you so much he wanted you to feel the exact same pain he did.
"Your mother was on the surface, and though you went to save her, the unstable nature of the planet-" She fell and you couldn't catch her in time, and because of the interference, Checkov couldn't lock onto her signal.
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III

[personal profile] raynos 2022-02-18 01:11 pm (UTC)(link)
That I really don't wanna be there when the preparations are finished.

[Jamie's culture isn't particularly religious or prone to observing traditions of any stripe; all this nonsense about a ritual, on top of all the other weirdness that's happened, has him pretty convinced that he's going to be eviscerated or thrown into a live volcano or something, probably by guys in hooded cloaks, because that's how it always goes down in movies.]

That or you're trying to pull something on me, but...I don't think these guys are messing around.
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[personal profile] lockedon 2022-02-18 02:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Good on Ernesto for being able to communicate his personal concerns like a normal person, unlike Mr. Emotionally Constipated over here. ]

Perroes?

[ His brows dip down so slightly as he rolls the word around on his tongue. Not a term he's heard before, but considering there's usually at least one brain cell rattling around in his head at any given time he can put two and two together. Probably referring to whatever race this guy is, in the same way that he's an Erune. ]

No. I've never met one before.

[ While he can (and certainly does) make snap judgments all the time, he usually waits until after he's met someone to do so. First impressions, and all that. But...........hmm. Ernesto's question raises one of his own, one he asks casually. ]

Do Perroes usually resemble dogs?

[ This is a very important question. ]
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[personal profile] lockedon 2022-02-18 02:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Why get used to it when he can simply just leave each time?

Not that there's anywhere to go right now, especially not in his current state. He doesn't really give a damn about the embarrassment of having his junk hanging out for everyone to see, but there's no telling what kind of conditions might be waiting for them outside this glittering cavern. No point in risking frostbite or sunburn until he's exhausted all his other options.

Then again, maybe he's risking his sanity by staying around talking to this guy. 'Someone really strong'? Isn't that stating the obvious? Eustace looks deeply unimpressed by the answer but doesn't push it. Technically the guy did answer the question, even if it was an awful answer. Fair's fair. ]


No. Plenty of monsters willing to destroy the world for their own reasons, but nothing as coordinated as what you're describing.

[ If there was, they would all be in big fat trouble. ]

How do you defeat these disasters?

[ He says, still completely naked and without a single weapon to his name. ]
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[personal profile] lyorning 2022-02-18 02:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[Aerich nodded]

Much the same, though there was another at the place I awoke, and those who opposed the guards I perceived to be residents of the nearby lands. They were dressed for the country, but not armored.

[ His own people didn't bother with armor, as it was too easy to target with sorcery, but certainly, those who lacked sorcery had no reason to ignore the benefits of steel between themselves and a blade. His own inclination was that some central authority had more legitimacy than what were probably random peasants, and those who may live in such barren country they were largely left alone until the arrival of foreigners. ]

If these were men of your own lands, what would you make of the situation? You perceive I do not intend to say they are, but I have not spent much time outside of the Empire. That is to say, my home.

[ His father had diplomatic experience, but given what had happened to his father, that had mostly fostered Aerich's decision to stick to governing his own lands unless there was call to leave them. ]