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TDM #1

TDM #1
DREAMING
At first, there is nothing. You are nothing. Whatever existed before ceases to be if for a moment. Then, bit by bit, you start to become aware. Where there was not even darkness now is a dim haze, gentle and almost mist-like. You have limbs again and beneath your feet lays a path of light reaching out like limbs of a great tree beneath you, twisting and climbing out into the horizon.

You take a step forward for what else is there to do? As you walk you begin to remember what it was you were doing before the nothingness; maybe something as simple as chatting with a loved one or close friend. Maybe you were just beginning a great journey or facing off against an old foe. Whatever it was, you get the distinct feeling that wherever and whenever that was, it is not here. Not now.

The path of light twists off into different directions. When you look up you can see that it is not a sky above you but the sky of everything, a grand cosmic tapestry littered with not mere stars but galaxies and clusters of galaxies that gleam like crystals against the velvety backdrop of space. Admire it for a moment, if you will. You don't know how long you will drift here, but you are not alone. Other wanderers will come and go as you bask together in the vastness of creation.

It seems to you that there are two paths to walk in this place, the light and dark beckoning in turn.

THE LIGHT AT THE CENTER
One leads you to the center, splintered fragments folding together and colliding until only one thing remains: a light that speaks to you with the voice of all there is and has ever been. It greets you simultaneously as an old friend and as a lost child, both rejoicing in and mourning your arrival. You remember it too, somehow, with a feeling of complex nostalgia, as if returning to a place recalled from your distant childhood.

You’ll feel the same of the other wanderers that join you in the light; you know their faces, their voices, and as you reflect upon the world of your birth, you may witness fragments of theirs as well. You feel a comradery, then, a synchronicity of thought and emotion. Are the lives of others truly so different from your own? Or are you simply two hands of the same, greater being? Though some individualistic part of you may resist, the longer you spend in the light, the more you will find yourself becoming one with it.

Despite this welcoming call, no matter how eagerly your pursue its embrace, before you can fully submerge yourself in this oneness you will find yourself being torn away. As if seized by the impossibly long, cold arm of a creature unseen, you are plucked from the edge of fulfillment. The last thing you will remember is the sensation of your world, and all the others your experienced here, collapsing into nothingness.

THE DARK OUTSIDE (CW: deep despair, ego death)
The other leads towards the outside, where the splintering becomes so great that the vestiges of reality can do nothing but collapse back into the abyss at the end of everything. As you wander to these barren outskirts, your thoughts will not be drawn to familiarity and oneness, but instead to memories of discontent and waste. The darker the path becomes, the more you find yourself dwelling on life’s disappointments and injustices, of the things about yourself and your world you find wanting.

If you see others here, at first they will feel frightening or contemptible, as if representing to you the worst experiences in your life. Even if they are someone you’re certain you know, that familiarity and affection will be stripped away in the face of the great emptiness before you. In the end, you were all the same. In the end, none of this was worth it. If you approach the end together, you may even form a kind of kinship around this acknowledgment, as the need for paranoia and hatred fades.

Slowly, the darkness encroaches, and you can see it devouring all the things you once knew. Memories of your home, of those you loved, dissolve into nothing, and you can only reflect on the barren emptiness in your heart as you see it happen. In your final moments, though, you feel peace with it all, knowing that there was no other way. You step from the edge of the last dwindling fragment of being and are greeted by silence.

THE END
No matter which way you go, you are left with a single impression: you feel the world you came from die. It's a realization that transcends logic or sense; it weighs on your heart and leaves the vestiges of dark memories dancing in your thoughts like motes of ash. It's a memory of your home crumbling away into nothing as if consumed from within by rot. Returned to the void, all that's left to you is to be reborn.

REBIRTH
In a new time and place, you awaken. Stirring within a capsule of warmth and isolation your senses will slowly return, only to observe that you are trapped. Your body, as it wakes, is tangled in close, yours eyes unable to open, as if still within the womb. You are held tight in the embrace of something unyielding, so smothering that at first you only have the strength to struggle for moments at a time. Yet, as you persist, the pressure begins to relent in turn; it may take hours, but eventually you will find the purchase to push, to claw, to fight, and it will all give way.

The chrysalis surrounding you bends like flesh and cracks like glass. It tears as you force your fingers through, finding liberation one inch at a time, until finally you have emerged. As if having undergone metamorphosis, you feel old and new all at once. You are weak, piteously so, but the markings and scars of your previous life remain. As you slump down upon the smooth cavern stone, you realize that you've just wrenched yourself free of gigantic crystal, though its hollow, shimmering form is now in pieces on account of your passing. Somewhere on your body, a shard of similar material remains embedded.

The cave itself looks almost like the inside of a geode, the walls and ceiling bedazzled with greyish crystal that shines with all the colors of the rainbow. While they vary wildly in size and shape, only a few have grown large enough to hold a form like yours, and you can see the one you just escaped isn't the only one bearing a passenger within. They may have already hatched, or they may still be lingering in stasis. Either way, there's enough time that you may have a chance to speak to yours unexpected peers, or to perhaps to struggle to find something to cover your naked body with. You feel the chill of the open air against your moisture laden skin, a distant light trickling in through the cavern's opening.

Make the most of this time. It won't be long before you're interrupted.

[Mod Note: If you don't want to deal with your character being naked in front of the others at that location, feel free to assume they emerge at a different time than the others of their legacy. Characters will be 'hatching' over a period of several hours.]

CAPTIVITY
It seems that someone was waiting for you to arrive, and not in the most friendly of ways. Though the specifics of who comes to get you will vary according to which legacy shrine your character awakens at, there are certain commonalities: most notably, how they are ostensibly here to capture and imprison you. It's easy for them, all considered. You can barely stand, so fresh out of your chrysalis, and whatever powers or special abilities you may have had will not answer your call. Even worse, your would be captors are well equipped for the job.

Each group arrives with several 'whips' made of unknown materials. What makes them so special only become obvious when one of them inevitable snakes its way around your body. Whether it be your ankle or your neck, being bound by these cords puts you under the influence of whoever is holding the other end of your leash. Your mind remains untouched, but you will find yourself physically incapable of performing physical actions that go against their will. While the possibilities are frightening, thankfully they all just seem to want one thing: for you to come along as a good little prisoner and to not cause any of them too much trouble.

The rest depends on your character's legacy:

THE LOVER
The small island the shrine is built upon is approached by several modest boats with colorful sails. They carry what appears to be a collection of fearful fisherfolk and town guards. They are reluctant to speak with those being pulled out of the shrine or even look them in the eye. If they have their choice, the entire process will be done in silence. If you try too hard to upset them, the guards will sternly bring you to heel.

THE CELEBRANT
The infrastructure of an entire festival ground seems to be built around this shrine, and as a result, there are an usual amount of people present. While most keep their distance, a few will engage with the local guards that arrive to capture the Aions, complaining that this is going to interfere with their preparations for the upcoming Lover’s Festival. They are pushed aside in short order, and the rest of the retrieval will be done in a stern but business-like manner.

THE MARTYR
At first, those arriving to capture the Aions will be hesitant to even enter the barren crater this shrine is held within. Once the presence of the new arrivals becomes clear, however, they will run in as if crossing the no man’s land of a battlefield and complete their work with gusto. It appears to be mostly military folk and they seem to lack any patience or sympathy for those they capture.

THE SOVEREIGN
The captors here seem to be a mixed bag, almost as if two separate squadrons have arrived at the same time. One is a gathering of people who give off the impression of mountain folk, while the others are well armored soldiers. Though it will be hard to make out the specifics, there seems to be some manner of disagreement between these two parties over what should be done, but the ones kitted out in full military attire win out in the end. By then, they are completely out of patience for further resistance.

THE ARTISAN
The people here seem to have mixed feelings about your arrival. On one hand, it seems to be a moment of considerable trepidation, on the other, they seem unbearably curious about your nature. They will ask questions about any unusual features you have, or what your skills are, while others from the group try just as hard to shush them. Ultimately, they don’t seem that enthusiastic about having to capture you, but they also don’t seem to think they have much choice.

THE INNOCENT
Among rolling hills of flowers, at first it seems as if this shrine may not be visited at all. Before the arriving Aions can escape it, though - naked and weakened as they are - a group of fairly normal looking townsfolk will arrive. They pause as they spot you near the shrine, almost like they are hesitating about coming at all. In the end, they will converge upon you and ask for you to please cooperate. They won’t hurt you, as long as you come with them.

THE SEEKER
Armored soldiers are the ones to first pull you from the shrine, but as you arrive outside of it you'll see that it is situated at the edge of a great forest. An ancient observatory is build into the cliff face behind the shrine, and your captors are apparently in the process of negotiating with a series of robed individuals that have emerged from it. According to them, the soldiers kidnapping you are trespassing. Unfortunately, they are not the ones with weapons.

THE WANDERER
When you first emerge from the shrine, it will appear as if you have just missed a skirmish. There are a few bodies scattered about, all wearing woodland armor made of leather and fur. The victors, it seems, come in the form of fully armored soldiers. Thoroughly irritated by the fight that just happened, they will not waste time on niceties. If you try to ask them what just happened, the best you may get is a sneer about ‘those damn forest people.’ You may spot a couple more bodies on the trail leading out of the forest as well.

THE FIREBRAND
The first thing to be seen beyond the cavern entrance is a sheer drop into a raging canyon river far below you, with only a narrow path leading up the steep cliff face. It would be a difficult situation, even without black-cloaked warriors making their way down it to collect you. Struggle too much and you'll be at risk of being thrown into the chasm. These masked assailants are largely unmoved by your protests and will drag you the entire way up the cliff if you force them to. "Your soul will be claimed," they say.

THE VISIONARY
The view from the mouth of the cavern is awe inspiring, revealing the foreign shapes of a world you've never seen before. Unfortunately, the altitude of this shrine means you will also be greeted with sharp wind and biting cold. Fortunately, or not, a party of mountaineers and three black-cloaked warriors will arrive to collect you. Despite their seeming inability to defy the orders of the warriors, the mountaineers will toss you some shoes and blankets for the trek down, even if they are taken away from you later. If the warriors speak at all, it's mostly in the form of ominous utterances.

THE CHAMPION
Even if one were to stagger out of the shrine's cavern before being approached, the Aions arriving here will swiftly find themselves in a hopeless situation. Not only are there soldiers here to collect there is a moderately sized military barracks built around the shrine itself, and this particular squadron is not on your side. You will be swarmed before you can get far at all. There seems to be a mix of two squadrons here, some wearing heavy armor and red accents, while the others wear full face masks and dark cloaks.

Once you've been captured and pulled from the shrine, you will given a formless white gown made of moderately comfortable fabric, with sleeves reaching your elbows and its bottom reaching down past your knees. You will not be given pants or shoes. You're in for a journey, apparently - no matter who plucked you from the cave, most of the heavily armored soldiers in the prompts above will turn out to be 'Hylician soldiers', while the smaller number of black-robed warriors are referred to 'Achamites'. After the initial dealings with the shrines, all prisoners will be passed off to a squadron of Hylicians, though a few Achamites may follow along depending on the location.

Where are you all going? Back to Hylici, apparently.

WAITING
After you've been handed off to the the Hylician military, you have a long road ahead of you. Loaded up onto carts, and then eventually onto river borne boats, the people collected at the shrines will all be brought to a forest in the center of Horos. Along the way, the squadron ferrying you will combine with others from neighboring shrines, more and more captives arriving in your group the closer to your destination you get.

Along the way you will be fed and watered well enough (though only with military rations), and at night you will be given flimsy bedrolls to sleep around the fire with. Captives will be under constant watch by the Hylician guard, and anyone who shows any signs of resistance will be required to be bound by one of those magic whips, usually around the ankle or wrist. The rest of the trip is spent being pulled along in carts or the storage bays of boats. After the groups start converging, captives of the same legacy will not necessarily be kept together.

The final muster point of the Hylicians and their captives will be among forest ruins. For what purpose you have arrived they will not say, but the entire group will be camping there until preparations are complete. Sadly, you won't be allowed much space to explore - not without being bound and under watch. If you've behaved yourself it's possible to move about the central ruins, but only if the guards are confident they'll be able to wrangle you when necessary. It does allow for moderately private conversations along the pillars and walls of the ruins, but venturing out into the forest itself is definitely out of the question.

From beginning to end, characters will spent about two weeks in transit and waiting in the ruins. To what end is yet to be seen, but if you listen closely, you may hear whispers of a 'ritual space' being prepared.

QUESTIONS
Are everyone's homeworlds really gone?
That's a complicated issue, and while the fate of their world is not without hope, they may certainly get the impression its been destroyed from the dream they had. Alternatively, they may refuse to believe what they felt and attempt to dismiss it as only a vision. More about this situation will be revealed as the game goes on.

Can I only experience one end of the dream sequence prompt?
Characters may experience one ending, both endings, or neither. If they experience both they will struggle to recall which came first or which feels the most 'true' to them, as both will simultaneously be the thought they are reborn with. If your character refuses to pursue either path they can simply linger in the middle until the infinite worlds above them start being extinguished one by one, eventually expelling them into darkness in a similar style to the light prompt. Which dreams they experience will not dictate their intial sect affiliation.

Is it possible to pull another character back from the end of the light or darkness dreams?
Yes! If your character is able to resist the pull of either end, they will have the chance to try to pull another character back from the edge of the abyss or the edge of oneness. Whether or not they succeed is entirely up to the other character, though.

Do you come out of the chrysalis wet?
For most intents and purposes it's the same experience as hatching out of a real butterfly chrysalis, so yes, a bit.

Can my character resist the influence of the whips?
Those possessed of particularly strong wills may be able to struggle with the whip's control in brief spurts, but not long enough to make a full escape attempt. They may be able to take an impotent swing at one of the guards or fight against being pulled along, though. Naturally, doing this will indicate to the Hylicians that you are a problem, and their handling of you will become harsher the more it occurs.

How cruel will the Hylicians be to the player characters?
The Hylician military are not friendly people and come across as being a bit callous even at the best of times. However, unless you provoke them, they will be primarily focused on just getting the job done with as few interruption as possible. If your character makes a habit of pissing them off, either by constantly fighting back or just by being persistently obnoxious, their treatment will get worse. If driven to it, they may take the opportunity to take out their frustrations on particularly troublesome prisoners, via physical punishment, humiliation, or deprivation.

goldendeceiver: (god knows you put your life)

[personal profile] goldendeceiver 2022-02-21 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ernesto is hardly one to judge a person's tone. He says almost everything with a smile and a laugh, even when conversations take a pretty heavy turn. He certainly doesn't look as grave as he probably should right now for the conversation the two of them are having.

Then again, it's kind of easy to not take it by so serious when you're talking entirely in hypotheticals and now waxing a little philosophical on morals. He started this conversation with the real intention of doing some intelligence gathering, even if he had started with a pretty innocuous question.

Though he does kind of doubt any of the other prisoners are going to be able to tell him much, so might as well size this one up as well. He certainly seems chatty enough, and those interesting questions and comments just keep coming; interesting enough to get Ernesto to fully ease his brows out of that furrow as they slowly raise in curiosity.
]

That's a surprising confession, Señor.

[ He tilts his head a little to the side now, smile at little more relaxed as if he's catching onto the game. ]

Though I'm not judging the choices others might make. We're in a pretty difficult situation, after all, and they haven't really told us what they're willing to offer us.

[ He laughs almost dismissively now. ]

Not that they seem that willing to offer us anything at all.
regretsor: (pic#15339315)

[personal profile] regretsor 2022-02-21 03:29 am (UTC)(link)
I threw you off a bridge when we first met. [He doesn’t think any threats to the other meant anything any longer. The man had grown immune to every threat he made and every glare thrown his way.] You’ve never once kept your distance no matter my threats to kill you even when I had a sword drawn. [It was like they were magnetized to each other.

Did Dokja really think he was going to believe that an argument would put distance between them?
]

I waited three years now for you to return; getting stronger. If you’re going to lie to me then at least make it convincing enough that having the lack of lie detection would trouble me.

[He’s visibly upset. Surprisingly patient despite it.]
zauneyete: (Knife's Edge)

[personal profile] zauneyete 2022-02-21 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ A scoff. ]

That they even pretend is insulting. At least for us, they pretend we don't exist, if they can.

[ At least, up until the undercity became rowdy, or inconvenient. Those topside would prefer to pretend they weren't around, and that their lives didn't matter. They were not served, not even by pretense. They were an afterthought. ]

I prefer to make us unavoidable, and inconvenient. Whenever possible.
salvageable: @isa_yfn712 ⇾ (pic#15331093)

[personal profile] salvageable 2022-02-21 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dokja returns the half-bow with one of his own, withdrawing his hand back to his side for now. He knows he won't be able to ask any complicated questions, but then again, he doesn't think his questions can even be answered by someone just as brand new to this world as he is. ]

If only our circumstances were better.

[ He lifts his gaze to search around the cavern for... anything, really. ]

Though it doesn't look like there's anything left for us here.
wolof: (Diabolist)

[personal profile] wolof 2022-02-21 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ Akua, for only a moment, attempted to move her other hand -- it tingled, but it was still dead. Her lips pursed, but only for a second. She focused her attentions back on her escort, and offered him a smile, faint and laden with frustration at her injury, though it was. ]

I apologize. Witchcraft makes you sound like someone from Procer. They believe most forms of sorcery to be... of the gods below. [ To be fair. Most sorcerers were. There were plenty of magic-users who followed the gods above, but certainly they used Light much more than the weavings of Trismegistan Sorcery. Then again, when your magic theory banked on the theories of the Dead King, they may have a point. ]

Sorcery is the use of magic in my land. We have...two sources of power, one given by the gods, known as light, and one of magic and sorcery. It's not so complicated, unless ones culture has...made it so. [ A beat. ]

Like the aforementioned Procerans.
aquaveiled: (himeka-214)

[personal profile] aquaveiled 2022-02-21 03:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ She offered and she follows through. She's a woman of her word even though she doesn't feel she has any basis for that just yet, but it feels right. When she says she'll do something, she'll do it. And she wouldn't want this man to have to make a journey alone.

Company is generally preferable, Himeka believes. Space to think can be beneficial, but she feels...she feels it's better to have other people around.

So Himeka follows without hesitation, no matter the growing unease in her stomach with each step she takes. But it is familiar, even if she can't place how or why.

It feels...

...it feels like something she's supposed to put a stop to. That she needs to act on. Mayhaps that's why it's best to accompany him as well. ]


I feel...an end.

[ That much she agrees as she looks at the cosmos above them. It isn't the same comfort of swirling colors and warmth that she had first seen when she found herself at the start of the path. It feels...hollow. ]

I feel...many. Like I've seen the end of a world several times over.

[ Himeka places a hand on her heart as she looks at the man. ]

Is that what you're feeling?
wolof: (Sonnike Beauty)

[personal profile] wolof 2022-02-21 03:50 am (UTC)(link)
I do as well.

[ She admitted. Her voice turned to steel, as she followed his gaze to the fire. Her prim seat shifted, and she held her knees in her arms -- Kim was likely not to notice, but one was decrepit, and gray. Her hand and arm had started to re-learn how to move, but...

It still looked dead, however. Like a cadaver's arm.
]

We had... just saved the entire world. Isn't that funny? We'd sacrificed damn near the entire continent to save it, and now?

They're gone? What a cruel irony it is, to be told we suffered so much for nothing.

[ The more she thought of it, the more she was convinced it was the Bard's trick. They were linked now, weren't they? Had she so quickly learned how to use the Fetters, where Akua -- the forger -- didn't? ]
salvageable: (pic#15344871)

are you gonna read my monopoly horoscope........ the thimble

[personal profile] salvageable 2022-02-21 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ Video games died???? What happened to everyone touting it as the future? Well, now he's glad his job didn't work out if this is the way it's going to be.

Even if they're not from the same world. ]


It's likely that we're from different worlds.

[ He's found that most people here are, so it feels like a safe assumption to make. There's also the fact that Dokja... knows everything he has to know about the world he comes from. The timeline isn't something that can easily be changed. ]

Do you know much about that? About the existence of other worlds.

[ Because this is the first person beside himself to bring it up and it would be nice not to be so lonely in his knowledge of the multiverse single tear. ]
salvageable: (pic#15332053)

[personal profile] salvageable 2022-02-21 04:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's just the barest of flinches at the mention of the world being destroyed, the strong denial in Dokja hurriedly working to straighten the course of his mind so that it doesn't stray to the unthinkable. ]

What, you really believe that your world was destroyed?

[ He openly scoffs at the idea as he waves his hand in the air, trying to brush aside the thought. ]

It was just a dream.
goldendeceiver: (into its hands)

[personal profile] goldendeceiver 2022-02-21 04:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ Whether he's acknowledging everything that Ernesto is saying right now or not, Ernesto can at least tell that his new friend here is engaged in the conversation. The line of questioning is pretty interesting too, but the problem is... ]

Maybe, but it's not something anyone understands.

[ While Ernesto actually has something of an answer for that, it's not a very good one. ]

The organization I work for has some [ operators ] employees that from what I've heard rumors of came from another world. I'm not sure the details though, and as far as I can tell no one else really is either. It seems like they're stuck here for the time being.

[ He sighs heavily. ]

I'm pretty new too, so I can't really tell you any more than that. I've never met any of them myself.
coupris: (from my knees to my eyes)

[personal profile] coupris 2022-02-21 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Kim thinks back to his younger years, before the economy completely crashed. He was so sure the Moralintern would be able to put Revachol back on its feet and make all of it livable, in a way he'd never been alive to see. Once the wrongs had been righted, Revachol would join the Coalition as a free state, and he would no longer look up at night to see the blinking lights of airships ready to raze everything to the ground at a moment's notice.

They were idealistic times, at best.]


It's not really in the position to.

[The RCM is stretched thin across the city, attempting to prove their ability at self-ordinance, all while citizens accuse them of being Moralintern lapdogs.]

Only thinking in sweeping political terms can give you an ironically myopic view of things. [And makes it almost impossible to have any hope.] Helping each other on a day to day basis is the best you can do.
youngprodigy: (∉ before it’s too late)

[personal profile] youngprodigy 2022-02-21 04:04 am (UTC)(link)
I'm an engineer.

[Truth be told, he does know how to use a sword, but he'd only ever join the fight as last resort.]

It's not the most useful skill at the moment.
wolof: (Look Away)

[personal profile] wolof 2022-02-21 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
I'm from the continent of Calernia.

[ She was certain that she would need to explain it, as much as Liyue was unknown to her. It was disappointing how little she knew, and how learned she had been before.

It was frustrating, to feel so ignorant.
]

I'm afraid I've never heard of Liyue. Which seems to be a trend, so far. I've never known so little about a place, or the people around me, before.
mountaindemon: (☯ TALK)

[personal profile] mountaindemon 2022-02-21 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ Xiao gives a considering 'hrm' at that. ]

No one is going to drop what you need to put a halt in their plans in your lap. But, even with my skills...it won't do much at the moment.

[ As much as it pains to admit it. But he's not a fool, even if he's irritable and liable to strike out in retaliation. He still has the urge, even now. ]

Later is a different story.

For now, tell me what you're good at 'engineering'.
coupris: (that will bring me luck)

[personal profile] coupris 2022-02-21 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
[Kim's brow furrows softly. She sounds young-- younger than him, at least, and too young to be going through this.

Of course, no one should go through whatever this is, but for people who've barely tasted all their world might have to offer to only have it taken by force only fuels the quiet anger that's nestled in his chest since the first whip went around his neck.

Maybe it was all chance. Cruel things happen without reason all the time. But the soldiers had anticipated them. All the bizarre talk of souls hasn't left his mind.]


Suffering is never for nothing, miss. There's always something to learn. [Kim gropes around for another twig to toss into the fire.] And if we can learn why this happened... that's still something to hope for.

[personal profile] velvetoversteel 2022-02-21 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
I was born in Cairhien, west of the Spine of the World.

[ The answer doesn't give much away, partly by design, and partly because Moiraine's never really had to answer this question before. Not for someone from a different world. That in itself is novelty. ]

It is a place not unlike many, with its own joys and travails, and the scheming of noble houses trying to outdo one another.

[ That last she's personally familiar with, in more ways than one, but she doesn't much like to discuss her past, and she's quick to move on from it. ]

Does that answer your question?

[personal profile] velvetoversteel 2022-02-21 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
Unfortunately, yes.

[ Her voice is still calm as before, but a fine note of irritation mars its smoothness. Aes Sedai are not used to being manhandled, told what to do, or otherwise forced to yield to any authority but their own and that of the Amyrlin Seat. Moiraine isn't one to lose her temper, but she nearly had, when the sneering soldier had wrapped one of those whips around her wrist and told her to walk -- and her body had obeyed without her will.

She frowns, thinking back a moment on something Himeka had said. ]


So we each arrived in different locations -- perhaps there is some significance to that.

[ What that would be, she doesn't know; at this stage, she's thinking aloud. ]
salvageable: (pic#15423531)

[personal profile] salvageable 2022-02-21 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ May they work hard in the future not to throttle each other.

In a way, it was nice to stew in feelings of annoyance rather than think too deeply on the dream of his world being destroyed. It's a temporary distraction, but it helps him think a bit clearer for now.

He shoots a quick glare over his shoulder at Eustace, then stumbles toward the mouth of the cavern.

Bye, jerk. ]
zauneyete: (mocking)

[personal profile] zauneyete 2022-02-21 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
Ah yes. [ Kim had, unintentionally, stepped into it. You see, Silco had grown up in the Undercity, grown up working in the mines, running in a gang, and then getting betrayed and drowned, by someone who had such a similar philosophy.

Silco was good at hiding it. Few people saw the person that he was beneath the Piltovan-friendly veneer. Perhaps Jinx, and Sevika, who had known him for so long, that she knew the monster he was before. Perhaps the Chembarons, when he'd suffocated the lot of them. His fingers tightened into the blanket he wore, the only barrier between him and that biting cold. He wasn't used to it, but it reminded him of that shock of cold water, that night he'd drowned.
]

Play nice, and let them walk all over you, yes? Help each other out. [ The mocking tone in his voice spoke volumes. ]

Quiet, complacent little mice that cower under the boots of enforcers, when they march through your city streets, to enforce Piltover's rules, until you're quiet, and complacent, so they can forget about the lot of you while you starve beneath them.

Helping each other out does a great deal, doesn't it?
wolof: (Look Away)

[personal profile] wolof 2022-02-21 04:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ She slid a look to him. It was...hopeful. Gods below, even Cat in her eternal optimism about what the world could be like, understood that suffering simply was sometimes.

She did not voice this, to him. It was meant in kindness, and she'd learned a great deal about kindness over the past few years, hadn't she?

And with that thought, he might be right. She smiled, softly.
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Perhaps you are correct. I'm here...a person far better than I would have been years ago. [ She admitted it, her tone fond, of those experiences. ]

I would like to find out why this happened, just like you. It may offer answers yet. I hold out hope that the dream was just a trick -- I know it is one someone would pull on me, personally, but...

That seems so naive, doesn't it? To hope that it's all a lie?
goldendeceiver: (and it's both cradled you)

yeah, dw is being awful about not sending out notifications lately :(

[personal profile] goldendeceiver 2022-02-21 04:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ Forced enlistment, huh? It might be easier for all of them if that's what was going to happen, but it's hard to say with so little to go off of. There are times that Ernesto feels like he's going to drive himself crazy trying to puzzle out what it could possibly be at this point.

At least Flamebringer is going to spare him from going too far down that particular rabbit hole again, by dragging his attention to a different topic. Admittedly a different, still difficult topic.

Ernesto's smile is apologetic as he looks at the visible spots on the other man's face. He knows that telltale mark well, because he's seen a patchwork of it tracing up and down his own father's arms.

Ernesto himself though...
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Sorry, but you're right. I wouldn't be able to answer that one for you.

[ He doesn't know enough about Flamebringer and how open or not he is to the treatments that Rhodes Island offers, but he does know that most of the Infected there do actually receive some. ]

I'm not sure what kind of help we'd be able to get for you here either.
wolof: (Diabolist)

[personal profile] wolof 2022-02-21 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
Well... in a way.

[ Akua's smile was pleasant, practiced. ]

The scheming of noble houses is certainly something I'm familiar with. It's a game the nobles like to play, isn't it?

[ Akua had been quite the practiced hand at it, and her knowing smile said as much. Of course, in the Dread Empire of Praes, schemes involved copious amounts of rare poisons and curses. So much so, that it was practice to take anti-venom before any event you would consume food or drink. ]

I suppose it's cementing the fact that we are not...from the same worlds. I'm familiar with the planes of the hells, and other new planes, such as the Twilight Ways, but... I'm afraid I've never heard of Cairhien. Much in the same way, I'm sure you're not familiar with Praes.
coupris: (I see a thousand people)

[personal profile] coupris 2022-02-21 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
[The most Silco's vehement response gets out of Kim is a placid blink. The wheel spokes continue to creak beneath them, and he hears a few captives whispering as they pass by. He'd been waiting for his intuition and the facts of the situation to align, but Kim hadn't expected to stumble into it so easily.

As for how brilliantly it displayed the myopia he'd been talking about, well. He's used to people not really listening to what he says.]


Have you tried it recently?

[His tone is dry enough to suck the oxygen out of the air.]
salvageable: (pic#15423534)

[personal profile] salvageable 2022-02-21 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ That's right, there's no relying on lie detection here, and Dokja makes full use of its absence.

He stubbornly sets his jaw, gaze unwavering as he fixes Joonghyuk with a glare. The blueprints for the story are laid out for him to reference, despite his quiet reluctance to think back on the scene he couldn't be a part of. He reminds himself that he's the one who knows the future, not this version of Yoo Joonghyuk. ]


I'm not lying.

[ There's a concentrated effort to even out his breathing, quell the pounding of his heart, and delude himself into believing his own lie. ]

We had an argument. It got serious enough that I needed time and space away from you.
goldendeceiver: (no need to)

Whaaaaaaaaat? Nooooooooooooo!

[personal profile] goldendeceiver 2022-02-21 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ernesto gives (what he can see of) Abel a curious look at that request. The dream had left him with a pretty heavy and terrible feeling by the end, even if he hadn't picked one of the paths for himself, but it had been just a dream...

Hadn't it? Then again, he did wake up in this strange place surrounded by people in crystals. Maybe there's more to it than he wants to admit.
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Hmm... The best way I can describe it might be that I was walking on a road of light in the middle of space?