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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.

hurricaneofblood: ([bored] whatever)

[personal profile] hurricaneofblood 2022-02-21 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
Is that supposed to mean something to me?

[ Though, he understands that he's being insulted. ]

Why don't you insult me with your words instead of hiding behind niceties?
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eustace | granblue fantasy | firebrand

[personal profile] lockedon 2022-02-21 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
REBIRTH
[ The escape from his crystalline prison takes more out of him than he expects, and Eustace spends a good handful of minutes just lying on the ground, breathing deeply in and out as he tries to orient himself and regain feeling in his limbs.

It's as he's sitting up and wiping hair from his face that he catches sight of it out of the corner of his eye; a strange glint on the right side of his face reflecting off the hollow walls of his now-broken cage. A cold feeling spreads in the pit of his stomach, ice frosting over his insides as he steps closer for a better view, turning this way and that as he tries to see if any other part of his body has been tampered with.

Movement to his right has him turning. Another body, another person like him broken free. Without wasting time, he strides (read: hobbles) his way over, eyes scanning across every inch of their body.

If he doesn't find what he's looking for (your shard), he orders brusquely: ]


Turn around.

WAITING
[ He sits by the riverbank, his too-short white gown now dirtied and torn from two weeks on the road. Leaning nearby against one tree is a guard, whip hanging loose from his belt, attention only half-trained on his detainee. And why should he pay too close attention? All his charge has been doing for the past half hour is skipping stones, one after another. Bo-ring.

For his part, Eustace is careful not to rouse suspicion, varying his throws even as he takes note of the size and shapes of the rocks littering the riverbank, and the weight of them in his palm. Hardly the type of weapons he's used to using, but better something than nothing. What's a handful of pebbles going to do against a cadre of well-armed guards? Probably nothing, but it doesn't hurt to keep his aim well-honed in case whatever oncoming 'ritual' is more than any of them bargained for.

He waits until the guard's looking away, roped into a brief conversation with one of his compatriots, before precisely flinging another stone over the river. This one doesn't skim across the surface; instead, it hits a dragonfly perched on a log some distance away and knocks it into the water, sending ripples across the surface. He doesn't smile, but his ears twitch once in satisfaction. ]

ETC
[ when you play an antisocial asshole and all your prompts are boring....feel free to wildcard something of your own or leave me a general vibe and i'll write a custom starter! happy to roll with anything. ]

coupris: (but from my head to my toes)

[personal profile] coupris 2022-02-21 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Kim nods. Part of him itches to be taking notes, not just with this man, but on everything. His notebook is just another lost accessory that feels more like a missing limb.]

My city is a protectorate of foreign powers. Laws don't always translate well across cultures.

[Or class barriers. The RCM does what it can to skirt some Coalition rules that don't fit Revachol's needs, but it's a battle of red tape more than anything else.]
vivificantem: (034. sun moon and stars forgot)

[personal profile] vivificantem 2022-02-21 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Okay, buddy, he's joining you now, and he looks deeply interested in wherever this is going - the sort of thing that makes it plain that he really doesn't have much of a concept of this outside of what he's being informed of now.]

And the people, where you're from, have direct influence over this...? [He seems to realize, after a pause, that he didn't actually answer any questions with that.] The world as I know it was created to be self-sustaining. It balances itself. We can have some influence over what happens, but generally floods and the weather system isn't within our control.
youngprodigy: (∉ find a moment to reflect)

[personal profile] youngprodigy 2022-02-21 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
[Unfortunately, Cid has seen way too much to take the bait. All he does it glare and turn his attention elsewhere.]
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[personal profile] hurricaneofblood 2022-02-21 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
That's what I thought. [ Heh. ] Coward.

[ Flamebringer's glad he didn't give his name to such a man. He spits at the ground before he turns to leave.

His intention is to face the guards. His intention is to anger them enough for them to kill him. His hope is that he'll see something before the world goes dark, again. His pettiness wishes for his illness to infect as many of those people as possible.

Because they took him from the battlefield and refused to let him die with a sword in his hand. ]
vivificantem: (017. steps into heaven)

[personal profile] vivificantem 2022-02-21 01:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh! Huh.]

You're welcome to join me, if you'd like. [He shifts a bit where he is, to imply there's more than enough room over here; symbolic more than anything, really.] I'm not going to take rations from you, though - you should have them. Keep your strength up.

I really do appreciate the gesture, though. That's good of you.
vivificantem: (040. there in my father's home)

gmail seems to have consumed the notif? i'm so sorry about the delay

[personal profile] vivificantem 2022-02-21 01:28 am (UTC)(link)
[That doesn't seem to bother him any; he isn't even really doing the whole I'm-not-mad-I'm-just-disappointed dad face. He just shrugs a bit, with all the general implication that he's gotten this before, and he's pretty sure he's going to keep on getting this until they finally stop doing...whatever it is the guards think they're doing with them.]

I don't see it as being out of my way. If it makes you feel better, we can say I try to do acts of service where I can.

[He doesn't get anything out of doing it, sure, but he doesn't get anything out of not doing it, either. At least as far as he's concerned.]
eolja: (that's questionable)

only for you...

[personal profile] eolja 2022-02-21 01:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Seonho looks down at himself, glancing at his hands and then his legs. The scars are still there, the long cut on his abdomen, the cuts on his forearms, the calluses on his fingers.

No tail, and from where he's touching his hair -- no ears.]


...Nothing in particular stands out. [the shard is in between his shoulder blades so he has no idea about that yet,

Is it worth questioning Tequila about why he has ears and a tail...]


But I suppose that's not much of a relief considering the circumstances.
aquaveiled: (himeka-330)

[personal profile] aquaveiled 2022-02-21 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
Himeka shrugs. Truth be told she isn't sure of the context and their captors had been less than keen to share details.

"I'm not sure. But they were clothed before they fell and not in the garb we've been provided, so I don't think so, but..."

Not knowing where they are and for what purpose leaves them little to go off of, but they are in start contrast to the soldiers that awaited them.

"They had definitely fought and lost."
eolja: (no im fine ABSOLUTELY OKAY)

[personal profile] eolja 2022-02-21 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
[he is this close, dokja, this close]

Interesting. I was under the impression that once a world is destroyed, there is no future.

[his voice is dry, but it's not any more tense than it was when Dokja first rom com bumped into him. Does he believe Dokja? No. Does he believe the weird acid trip-esque dream he had before being birthed from a chrysalis? No, because he refuses to think too hard about it.]

[personal profile] velvetoversteel 2022-02-21 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
No.

[ The one syllable is flat, emotionless. She didn't see anything different than he did. It's not something she likes to reflect on: the feeling of having her life's work come to nothing in the end, the world crushed in an instant by what she can only assume is the machinations of the Dark One.

But this -- this world is here, and Moiraine knows that it should not be if the Dark One were to break free of his prison. If he were free in her reality, he would be free in all of them. And this -- this is what gives her hope, in a strange way. ]


But visions can mislead, no matter how clear they may appear. They can be subject to the interpretation of the one who sees them. Perhaps what we saw was not what is, but what may be. Perhaps it may yet be stopped, or it may not happen at all.
goldendeceiver: (all these years later)

[personal profile] goldendeceiver 2022-02-21 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's not like Ernesto sent anyone out to collect this info for him either. This is something he's curious about, and is now pestering others to see if they were paying close attention while getting kicked around; probably a little far-fetched to think anyone could focus during a beating.

Still, he'd had a vague hope that someone would be able to tell him something, and it looks like it is paying off a little.

Ernesto had been hoping to learn more about the weapons, but this boy is giving him a clue about something entirely unrelated that he hadn't even been looking for. One ear twitches as he absorbs this fact.
]

They didn't even want to touch you?

[ Now that he thinks about it, the only direct contact he's had himself have been with those whips, and that didn't involve a guard putting a hand on him. ]
aquaveiled: (himeka-400)

[personal profile] aquaveiled 2022-02-21 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ Her lips twitch into a smile despite herself. She did get a decent hit in before she was properly apprehended, but those whips that they carry certainly give the soldiers an unfair advantage. Though frankly being unable to call aether at will had been a much more startling revelation...

Is this what powerlessness feels like?

Her train of thought quickly shifts at his question. Does she remember. ]


I awoke in a cave as well. And...yes. Bits and pieces... [ She keeps her voice quiet as well. ] A wonderful...terrible dream. It felt like going home and then watching it all end in the breath.

[ Himeka's gaze flashes to her new companion. ]

Do you?
eolja: (off to war and being left on read)

waiting

[personal profile] eolja 2022-02-21 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
[His own guard is engaged in that conversation, so Seonho is free to do what he came to the river to do. He dips a hand into the water, and then runs through them his admittedly dirty hair, as he watches Eustace skip stones.

All he's been doing while shuffled around like a playing card is watch, honestly. The road, the soldiers, the others. At least this view is interesting. He's tired of seeing the cowed, frustrated expressions on everyone's faces (a perfect reflection of his own). There's something refreshing about seeing this small act of rebellion,

even if this guy does have dog? wolf? ears.]


Are you planning on slipping a few stones up your sleeves?
aquaveiled: (himeka-441)

[personal profile] aquaveiled 2022-02-21 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ "Sad and Stressful" is really a kind way to put it. Himeka follows his gaze for a moment, giving a half shrug as she really can't deny it. They don't look much better off than the refugees she had seen taking up stock out the walls of Ul'dah in summer past. Lost individuals and whole families looking for respite and kindness only to face hunger and shame as they watched the elite pass by with scorn on their faces.

Who has employed these soldiers has been on her mind. Some appear more dedicated to the cause than others both in harrying them to this ruin and in guard duty.

When she looks back, she takes the invitation and plops down on the ground next to him, just as eager to make new friendly acquaintances no matter the circumstances. ]


Himeka. [ She says with the smile he's searching for. ] Mayhaps a little harder to find, but not in short supply. I wouldn't give them that satisfaction.

And you?

[ She inclines her head slightly, asking for his name in turn. ]
coupris: (leave me alone)

[personal profile] coupris 2022-02-21 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Kim doesn't respond immediately. His eyes drift to the fire, its crackling the only sound between them for a moment. The flames are fuzzy, but the smell brings him right back to trashcan blazes on abandoned corners, or makeshift fishing grills set up on the beach in summer.

Kim rubs his temples, ignoring how dry his throat has become.]


No. I don't.

[What he doesn't understand is why, of everyone, not just in Revachol, but seemingly all of Elysium, he's the one sitting here. Even if no Innocence currently held power, what was the use in sparing him?]

And I want to know if these people have something to do with it.
lockedon: pid 4667155 (053)

can't believe you didn't godmod a naked bath thread onto me

[personal profile] lockedon 2022-02-21 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ The ears are a feature, not a bug???

His eyes flick over to the man who's ambled down to join him at the river's edge, similarly clothed in a frayed white gown and similarly ragged in appearance. Eustace is no vain creature to care solely about his appearance but there's little he wouldn't give for a real bath right about now. At least he's better off than this guy; his hair isn't in tangles. On the flip side, he's really starting to resemble a dandlelion, white tufts frizzing at the edges.

Instead of answering right away, he picks up another pebble and casually throws it, watching it skip twice before it sinks to the bottom of the river. ]


No. There's nowhere to hold them.

[ Where are the pockets on these dresses? :/ :/ :/ And tragically, his tits aren't big enough for him to store things in his cleavage. ]
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[personal profile] salvageable 2022-02-21 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ This punk... Dokja's stupid when it comes to people, but he's been mocked enough in his lifetime to know when someone's being a jerk. His reaction would have been different if this had been the Dokja from before times, all timid nods and averted gazes.

But it's a smile that answers for him. ]


Right. Don't worry, Eustace. If something scares you, I'll come by and frighten it away.

[ Friend!! Buddy!! Pal!!! ]
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[personal profile] salvageable 2022-02-21 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ah, damn it. They know each other too well for this to be convincing. Dokja instantly regrets his hasty decisions from before, each one made in a moment of panic, but he doesn't show how flustered he is now. He maintains a carefully neutral expression, has his eyes go blank as if he doesn't know what Joonghyuk means.

Then blinks a few times like it's all coming back to him. ]


Oh, that. We got into an argument before all of this.

[ His lies spill too easily from his lips, an apologetic look timed perfectly over his face. ]

You said some really scary stuff, so naturally I wanted to avoid you.
lockedon: (034)

[personal profile] lockedon 2022-02-21 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ Thanks old friend, buddy, pal.

Just kidding, Dokja's bright smile doesn't even warrant a response, Eustace once again turning, eyes peeled for anything that isn't a hunk of glittering crystal. Although...before he starts shambling off, he crouches down, fingers running across a particularly sharp shard of crystal.

Is this a threat??? (No.) ]


I can take care of myself.

[ Now go shoo and find someone else to harass. ]
katanazero: (>:I aka unimpressed)

[personal profile] katanazero 2022-02-21 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ Zero certainly had opinions on drugs that gave people powers and turned them into monsters. He was one of those monsters, though something about being here made time run like it was supposed to (he thought) and he couldn't feel the withdrawal as much now.

Granted, everything about this place was so completely unbelievable that he was starting to wonder if he'd fallen into that withdrawal and had finally just lost it. ]


Yeah, eventually. [ Zero finally broke the stare as his gaze fell down to his hands. It betrayed that he killed at least some of them, though the truth was he killed all but one of them directly involved in his story. ]

Not before they do irreparable damage to the people they're supposed to serve to protect their image. [ His fingers twitched as if he were going to clench his fists but he didn't. His anger didn't save the one person he promised to protect so what good would it do him here? ]
mountaindemon: (☯ SILENT)

[personal profile] mountaindemon 2022-02-21 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ Xiao's mind temporarily wanders back to those he knows back home. Though he doesn't dare call himself close with many, there are those who do occupy his mind. ]

...Liyue.

[ Though he thinks that the "destruction" in the dream was (is?) meant to lead him to believe it's more widespread than that.

He's not about to subscribe to such things so easily, nonetheless. ]


And yourself?
zauneyete: (heh heh)

[personal profile] zauneyete 2022-02-21 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
They don't.

[ Silco had for so long fought against the Enforcers that he hardly knew anything else. It was a way of life for him, at this point. Sure, he "played nicely" with the one hand, while he sent Jinx and Sevika out with the other, trying to smuggle in drugs, or disrupt systems.

He was an old hand at playing the game, but that didn't mean he still didn't desperately want them to be free. He would have it, too. They would break those chains if he had to pull it from Piltover kicking and screaming.
]

Does yours bite back, to the ones that hold their leash?
mountaindemon: (☯ PREPARE)

[personal profile] mountaindemon 2022-02-21 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ Indeed.

Though, while they talk about taking initiative of some sort to disrupt whatever kinds of plans their captors have... ]


...What are you skilled at, exactly?