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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.

inutilis: (☼ cheekily cheerful.)

LKSJDF grips ur hand tightly... shh... shhh, everything's fine, now we're h*ndh*lding

[personal profile] inutilis 2022-02-18 02:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ThisisFine.gif?? this is SO totally fine, Dokja, don't worry about it!! sometimes a demon king and a vampire priest become friends after being rebirthed from crystals in another world?? bro, happens ALL the time lmao like why are you even stressing tbh,

but no flame-bursting happens upon contact, and Abel's handshake is even an excessively gentle one before releasing Dokja to his own accord again, smiling cheerily. ]


Mr. Dokja? Mm, got it~! A pleasure, even if... well, the circumstances of our meeting leave a bit to be desired. --Not that I don't think it'll make for a very dryly amusing story to tell the tale of how we became friends, down the line somewhere...

[ yes, surely, the story of their bromance begins today....... single tear, friendship is beautiful 🌈 ]

--Oh! Yes, I was a traveling priest back at home. I did quite a bit of moving about, but... I have to say, all this? A big first for me. [ a sheepish sort of chuckle leaves him as he gestures to the wide stretch of... everything around them. ] And usually, I'd have to do something especially egregious before ending up escorted at proverbial gunpoint to boot. Admittedly? Not my kindest welcome to a new land. Let's just say I won't be leaving a glowing review if they ask me for a survey when all's said and done.

[ ........anyway, ]

Ah, Mr. Dokja-- what did you do at home? Before your, um... kidnapping, and all that? Do you mind me asking?
inutilis: (☼ ch-chuckles softly...!!)

[personal profile] inutilis 2022-02-18 02:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Hm... Maybe suffering a dry mouth around some dry rations is your way of distracting me from-- ah.

[ he sends a tentative glance beyond her shoulder; there's a wide variety of Sad or Stressful things to take in, honestly -- dejected shapes of other 'travelers' slumped and weary from the day's travels, or simply having been beaten into submission at this point. the guards, as cold and closed off as ever, whips all of them understand to be wary of at the ready. ]

...Well-- take your pick, really.

[ and though it's hardly necessary considering there's more than enough space already, Abel's scooting over a bit where he's sat cross-legged on the ground, patting the spot beside him invitingly. ]

Though, honestly... I'd be lying to say I wasn't starving for a smiling face more than rations, if you'd like to humor me for a bit, miss--?
inutilis: (✞ rough around the edges.)

this is how i express my affections. pls accept 😌

[personal profile] inutilis 2022-02-18 02:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ --the ears moved in an even cuter expression,



it takes Abel's already painfully inadequate, fog-muddled brain a few mortifyingly embarrassing seconds to chug into gear, but-- he finally does, taking a less than coordinated small step to steady his balance as he does. it's a bit like a man snapping himself out of a daydream; the priest is blinking, mouth working for a second in bewilderment. ]


--O-oh, I... ah.

[ what is he even going to say?? what was he doing, just now? (he knows exactly what he was doing, hence the vaguely awkward shifting of his posture and slow creep of some kind of heat in his face, oh my god.) ]

--I'm so sorry, I... my head isn't entirely together, and you were-- [ EARS,

...he clears his throat, rubbing at his face to try and clear the cobwebs. stop thinking about the ears, Nightroad, what is wrong with you-- ]
--are-- um, are you alright...?

[ because before Abel can even pull together what in God's name is happening, he's become acutely aware that this man is... uh, lacking in clothing and looking vaguely unwell, though Abel sees no immediate sign of injury. Ernesto appears just as lost as Abel feels, inwardly. let's not even acknowledge the eerie, distinctly unnerving sight of others trapped in crystalline prisons like they're eggs from some Alien movie,

so, dog-person-buddy, you... you okay there..... ]
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[personal profile] passio 2022-02-18 04:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ simply hearing a name is so strange to him. no one has used names in so long—maybe if dextera had been asked his real name in the dream, he would have been able to candidly offer the truth in return, but it’s just as far away from him now as it was before their strange rebirth. ]



[ he holds out his free hand, the one not covering the scar, asking for dokja’s in kind. ]
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[personal profile] mountaindemon 2022-02-18 04:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ With a name like Vicious he may have automatically assumed he would be jumping to ... let us say, viciously tear them apart. ]

There is always worse.

[ He will acquiesce to that, because it is true. ]

Then instead of vengeance, will you plan to mainly focus efforts on an escape?
Edited 2022-02-18 16:38 (UTC)
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[personal profile] epiprocta 2022-02-18 04:57 pm (UTC)(link)
... s ... trong. ... er. [ Gen slowly, wearily strings those letters together as Dextera writes them. Thinks over it for a half-second as he tries to figure out what's the point, then gives Dextera a look like he's said something monumentally stupid. ] You think I didn't know that?

[ He's brash but not an idiot, he thinks, like an idiot. Gen's well aware that he doesn't stand a chance against that number of men even if they were unarmed, let alone wielding those strange whips. But even so ... He squints at Dextera for a moment, as if resenting him for putting that concept into concrete words, before looking away. Something about the blank look in his eyes is hard to meet for long. ]

Don't care. Can't stand this shit. If I can knock'em down a peg for even a second, I'll take it.

[ Spite. It's the sort of immature spite so common in youths. But it's bolstered by a heavy undercurrent of something much darker. The sort of brutish recklessness that can only come from people who think they have nothing more left to lose. ]
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[personal profile] lyorning 2022-02-18 06:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Well.

[Even knowing such a thing is possible is something, but Aerich would not wish to count on his own abilities.]

At the time, I did have proper boots and a sword. And I traveled with a number of companions with skills of their own.

[ And it hits him that one of those companions is no longer among the living, and he stops talking as it would be unseemly to react to grief in front of a stranger while trying to plan an escape. The grief is new enough that no matter Aerich's typical composure, there is no way he can keep something from showing on his face.]
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II-A

[personal profile] raynos 2022-02-18 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jamie shrinks back just a bit at the man's tone; he's a little skittish after all that's been happening, but he's pretty sure the guy won't just haul back and deck him or anything, so after that brief pause he approaches.

The man's resistance is foolish. They're vastly overpowered and the guards are both willing and terrifyingly able to beat down anyone who doesn't fall into line. Fighting is pointless, stupid, a waste of energy.

It reminds Jamie of basically everyone he's ever known or looked up to in his life. He can't help but admire it, even if he himself has been too numb and terrified to do anything but comply.]


I guess I just, um. Wanted to see if you're okay?

[He proffers his night's rations, scant and unappealing though they are. He's noticed that the guards like to withhold food from prisoners who annoy them.] And, here. You probably need this more than me.
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[personal profile] salvageable 2022-02-18 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Why is everyone he meets from normiesville... Why is no one experiencing the same story tropes as him...

Well, he knows why. It's because Dokja himself is one giant fuck up. ]


They knew we were coming.

[ It's why they're so organized, why they were able to trek this many people across the land in a couple of weeks and settle them in this one encampment. ]

It makes me wonder if we weren't the first group to have come here.
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[personal profile] bloodsins 2022-02-18 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[Wow, what a normal name. And thank you for not introducing yourself as "Father Paul" because I can guarantee that he would just believe "Father" was your first name.]

Easy enough to remember. You can call me Vicious.
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[personal profile] bloodsins 2022-02-18 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sometimes you gotta be a little more chill than your name implies. It's Fine, probably.]

Yeah. No damn idea what this place is and what else is out there, [general gesture at the surrounding landscape] but I don't take kindly to bein' ordered around.
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[personal profile] vivificantem 2022-02-18 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[why would you believe th- ...oh. he sees.]

That's... [uh.] ...It's very appropriate.
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g.... good..... 😔

[personal profile] salvageable 2022-02-18 07:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It was a stupid idea to try and outrun the other man when Dokja's back to being an ordinary human being. Wow, he really didn't miss this.

He's reminded of his current status in how slow he moves, how his legs feel like lead weighing him down, how quickly he grows out of breath as soon as he starts fleeing. But running away is all he knows how to do, and he ignores the rugged terrain and jagged stones cutting at the bare soles of his feet as he stumbles his way through.

This was a futile effort from the start. If it wasn't going to be Yoo Joonghyuk, it was going to be the guards. They take notice of him immediately, and as soon as he hits the edge of the treeline leading into the forest, he feels the sting of a whip wrap around his ankle to yank him down.

He falls hard, shoulder crashing against the ground and a pained grunt escaping him. Shit, how far did he manage to get...? He has to get back up, has to find some way out of here— ]
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[personal profile] katanazero 2022-02-18 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Something important to lose felt like an understatement of the century - he was worthless without the drug and without his sword. Her words hit him and floated around him as he worked to parse them. There was a dull roar in his ears that made it hard for him to hear and focus.

"I... No, I didn't, I didn't have anything." He'd lost his robe, his sword, Leviathan. He'd been completely exposed and he had nothing with him. He'd tried to fight with them when they took him and that was why he was bound now. He was starting to piece together the right timeline but he still didn't know how long they'd actually been here. He knew he had to get out of here and start searching for the kid but he was still bound and the soldiers were, as the person he was talking to said, mean.

"Yeah, the soldiers are dicks." He paused to collect his thoughts. He sighed and tried to look around to figure out who he was actually talking to. "You've been watching, right? Have you seen a little girl? She's around five, wears a red dress, and has black hair?"
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[personal profile] regretsor 2022-02-18 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Tch. [The man was moody as hell. It’s a bit of his pride stinging as he had always been one of the strongest incarnations back during the scenarios. The annoyance that he could easily be done in by these whips their captors were carrying. He hated being controlled and it was putting him in a foul mood.

He sighs though and tries to reign himself in. There wasn’t any reason to take it out on the other, though his tone is no less cold. That’s just how he is.
]

I’m fine. I’ve dealt with worse. [The physical injuries really were nothing to his hurt ego.]

Keep your food. We don’t know how long we’ll be traveling. I know my limits, but do you know yours? [It comes off as cold, but there’s a hint of concern buried deep in those words. A concern that the other will struggle later to give a man food who had gone through worse and could handle it because he had to before.]
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[personal profile] salvageable 2022-02-18 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ At least they have world-destroying monsters in common. At least they have something in common with how poorly they're pulling and pushing with their clashing personalities alone.

The vibes are not there, and that makes Dokja want to be difficult. ]


You kill them.

[ How entirely unhelpful, his tone matter-of-fact, but it's clear there's more to it. He wouldn't make it sound so foreboding if a disaster is so easily dealt with. ]

Why? Are you worried about it? You shouldn't be.

[ As if Dokja even knows...??? ]
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[personal profile] regretsor 2022-02-18 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[The Hylicians involvement does nothing but fuels the anger the man was feeling. It’s oil to a flame.

He might be irritated with Dokja but he absolutely wasn’t going to take someone else injuring the other sitting down. Which is why he slams his fist into the face of whoever had yanked the man down. More soldiers quickly come to incapacitate the regressor with probably more force than necessary. Well, they had been less and less friendly with him the more and more he became an absolute thorn to their side. So if they rough him up a bit more, one could say that Joonghyuk asked for it.

Unfortunately, other soldiers are coming to apprehend Dokja before he gets much farther. It looks very much like the other was trying to escape. They might think it was from them and not the slightly bruised up man they just took down though.

All that was happening was delaying the inevitable and both of them possibly getting reprimanded by their captors.
]
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[personal profile] superbshot 2022-02-18 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)
You'd be that much more of a wreck.

[She can't not quip, knowing that levity helps in situations like this. It's faked, as false as the smile she gives him, a brave face in a seemingly hopeless situation.]

...What have you heard, so far? [Her voice is pitched low, quiet, barely above a whisper. She doesn't want the enemy to hear it, and she's decidedly mentally decreed all of these people to be enemies. This treatment is barbaric, inhumane, and worse than anything she's seen in Piltover or Zaun save perhaps the Shimmer addictions that Silco had created] These men seem to be from a place called Hylicia...?
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[personal profile] aquaveiled 2022-02-18 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She purses her lips slightly. It's possible they are just enchanted, but with what? And how? She isn't aware of any magicks that can exert that sort of control over people over an indefinite period...other than the thrall of primals. ]

As far as I can tell, those are the only thing close to magicks that they seem to have. Or at least that they've decided to show us.
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[personal profile] bloodsins 2022-02-18 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
'Course it is!

[...okay well now he just sounds proud.]

I wouldn't have picked it if it didn't fit.
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[personal profile] salvageable 2022-02-18 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ And people think Dokja talks a lot??

In truth, he's the kind of person who's fine with this. In order to survive during the scenarios of his world, he'd learned and adapted to speaking more and more in order to survive. But with Abel chattering on, Dokja finds himself slipping into old habits. He's always been more of a listener than a talker, content to give his full attention to others, and he does so now.

And, well, a traveling priest? That's certainly new. A traveling priest who has had run-ins with trouble before that there's a "usually" involved? That's interesting. ]


Aha, it's only fair that I share a bit about myself, too.

[ But... he's not as forthcoming about his own identity. How do you even explain how Complicated his background is. ]

I worked at a game company. Nothing all that exciting.
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[personal profile] salvageable 2022-02-18 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Hm?

[ Ah, it takes him a second, but then he reaches out to place his hand in the other's, palm facing outward. Dokja has an idea of what this is meant for. ]
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[personal profile] salvageable 2022-02-18 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ This... could work in his favor. Dokja doesn't put up a fight as the guards surround him, can't, really, because of the whip's influence keeping him from lashing out. If he can be kept separated from Joonghyuk for just a little while in order to get his thoughts sorted and figure a way out of this mess, then maybe...

One of the guards shifts to the side, and Dokja's heart sinks at the sight of the Hylicians treating Joonghyuk so roughly. No, wait, it's not fair. They've been stripped of their skills and abilities, so there's no reason to exert so much force and hurt him like this.

Because of you, because of you, because of you...

Once again, it's the fault of Kim Dokja. Not even a few minutes ago he had been running away, but when he's jerked back up to his feet by the guards, he lunges forward, lips pulled back into a snarl, though the resistance is weak as he's forced back. ]


—Don't hurt him!

[ They don't seem to pay attention to his words as the soldiers around Dokja shove and push him back toward the center of the camp, away from Joonghyuk. ]
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[personal profile] aquaveiled 2022-02-18 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Her eyes follow his gaze towards the darkened path. There's a trepidation in her heart when she looks at it, but no small amount of curiosity. Like she knows she ought to step away, yet she cannot help but want to see where it leads. ]

Where everything's going?

[ How can she not be intrigued by that?

There's a pause as she glances towards the lightened path. That feels right, that feels like home. But...

She turns to face the man. ]


Shall we see, then?
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[personal profile] vivificantem 2022-02-18 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
...I guess you wouldn't.

[So, basically, don't do anything that warrants being punched in the head. He has avoided that here so far, at least; if anything, he tends to comply a little too much with what's expected of him.]

I changed my name at ordination. So I guess I chose mine, if we're looking at it that way.