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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.

coupris: (on a thousand islands)

[personal profile] coupris 2022-02-21 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
[The corner of Kim's mouth quirks up, but there's nothing mocking about it.]

Maybe a bit. [He shrugs.] But I wouldn't blame anyone for holding onto that.

[It would make all of this so much easier to stomach.]
zauneyete: (Poised)

[personal profile] zauneyete 2022-02-21 05:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ His breath quickened, Silco pulls in air, feeling that ever-present monster of fury slither along the surface, never quite breaching the surface tension of the water. He kept it in control, and after a moment, he ran his hands long his hair, to straighten them.

Ah yes, one of those ever so "reasonable" types.
]

I'm a pillar of my community, of course I have.

[ He said, knowing full well he did no such thing. The most recent "nice" thing he did, was not kill Marcus's child, and only threatened her, perhaps handed out some free shimmer, but that was for a purpose. No, Silco was firmly in the not a good person camp, as Kim suspected. ]

I'm sure that we could continue, and sing a few songs, while we're at it. See if that does some good, yes?
katanazero: (...)

[personal profile] katanazero 2022-02-21 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ He looked back up to the man as he explained he liked to make him and his a thorn in someone's side. Zero chuckled softly at it. He imagined that he'd made himself a thorn in the government's side at the end of it all but there was no way to know for sure now. He wondered how they would react when they found the trail of bodies he'd left. ]

Unavoidable and inconvenient? How does one manage that when they pretend you don't exist?

[ Zero was proclaimed invincible with the powers of a god - words of his handler, not himself - and sure the murders were mentioned on the evening news, but it was no more important than any other story. So unless this man had some tricks up his sleeve it was hard to imagine him making much of a splash. ]

Where I'm from the public has a short memory. Seven years and the veterans of the war are forgotten and left to rot with the drug addicts.
goldendeceiver: (into its hands)

u/////u

[personal profile] goldendeceiver 2022-02-21 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ They're in the same boat with that one. Ernesto hasn't carefully examined his own body, but the shard is settled along his back, well out of his view. Considering the two of them are facing each other right now, there's no way for them to even help each other spot those new additions to their body's either.

Nor will they realize that those shards aren't normal parts of their bodies. Though where Ernesto is from someone having a growth like this isn't exactly unusual.

Though those growths are also a sign of a particularly unpleasant disease, so Ernesto won't be thrilled whenever he finally finds that shard.

Ernesto sighs a little as he looks up at one of the giant, people-holding chrysalises.
]

Sadly, not really. Though it's at least one less thing to worry about.
hurricaneofblood: ([playful] jk jk)

:\ super lame!

[personal profile] hurricaneofblood 2022-02-21 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, well.

[ He waves the question he had off with his partially broken wrist. At least, Flamebringer thinks that it is only partially broken. The skin certainly looks bruised and swollen so it could be all the way shattered. ]

Don't worry about it. I decided to forego treatment, anyway.

[ If they got upset about it, he reminded them that he's there on contract rather than there by volition. If they didn't like the fact he didn't want to be treated, they could cancel his contract at any time. None of them did, however. It seems like they hope that he'll eventually change his mind -- and now he can't change his mind about it.

His head turns as he starts to laugh. Blood sputters down his chin. ]


Sorry, sorry. I was just thinking I got what I deserved. [ He smiles a bloody smile at the pup. ] Few people actually get the just desserts they deserve. Especially in the world that we came from.

So, you can't deny that it's a little funny, right?
coupris: (for these past few days)

[personal profile] coupris 2022-02-21 05:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Pillar of the community. Kim's heard that one before, typically from the ones taking what little money the community might have and leaving them waist deep in their own shit, resold to them as a new type of gold. Kim's face remained a dispassionate slate, but a flicker of red in his blurry vision accompanied a spike in his pulse.

God, he would lick a fucking urinal clean for a cigarette right now.]


I don't know, sir. Can you carry a tune?
wolof: (Diabolist)

[personal profile] wolof 2022-02-21 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ It might not be meant as an insult, but to someone from the Dread Empire of Praes, naivete is still the worst crime one could commit. She had used that to her advantage, the first time Cat had been at court, after all.

She wasn't used to feeling this turned on her.
]

Kind of you, but I've often dealt in reality. It seems foolish to start trying to believe otherwise now. As much as I would love to.
zauneyete: (pontificating)

[personal profile] zauneyete 2022-02-21 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
That is why you resort to making it their problem.

[ It's called being a terror! Silco half-smiled, despite it all. It was fond, but deeply unpleasant, given the twist of sinew around his eye in the motion. Normally, he would cover it, but right now? It didn't seem all that important, to bother with makeup, even if he could find it. ]

You find their weak points. You blow up their centers of supply, you import...illicit materials into their spaces.

They can't keep ignoring you, unless you let them.

[ Silco had Jinx, of course, to do a great deal of that dirty work. When she wasn't acting on his own orders, she'd done plenty on her own. That got their attention as well as anything else, hadn't it? He didn't need to direct her, when she was practically the spirit of what Zaun should be, incarnate. ]
zauneyete: (Tee hee)

[personal profile] zauneyete 2022-02-21 05:40 am (UTC)(link)
I tend to follow a different beat.

[ He said, automatically.

There was kinship between them, if he'd voiced his need, Silco himself would smoke a cigar if he could only find one, but he didn't. Instead, Silco tipped his head, one eyebrow -- his only eyebrow, pulled up, as if innocent.
]

It would be far better, if everyone else followed my lead.
baltimores: (040; (always takes strength))

it's so sweet... covers up intended faction

[personal profile] baltimores 2022-02-21 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ He'd made his last family through shitty circumstances, too. Not ones quite like this, where everything feels personal and downright malicious, but those bonds he'd forged had come from something similar. You go through shit together, you emerge with something stronger.

And everyone from back home is dead. He'd felt that, before waking up and fighting his way out of a crystal. So really, all that's going to be left is to make new bonds.

Thank fuck Abel approached him, honestly. For so many reasons.

He catches the vague gesture with his peripheral vision, turns back to look at him. And he almost — not quite, but almost — huffs out something that could be considered a laugh, if one was generous. ]


Food's about on par with what I'm used to, actually. Spent most of my time up there. [ He looks upwards — all the way up — indicating the night sky, the stars just starting to emerge as the last of the sun's light disappears. It's not the same night sky, and even if he could make his way back up there it's not like it'd mean anything, considering how big space is. Still. ] The eating isn't that good when you're on the float for months at a time.

[ He is nostalgic, though. It isn't painful, more wistful, but he's not gonna pine forever about something unattainable. Still... there's something nice about getting to talk about it. He thinks he can recognize what Abel is doing here; doesn't mind at all. ]

They have anything good where you're from?

[ Tit for tat. ]
coupris: (it's gonna be so quiet in here tonight)

[personal profile] coupris 2022-02-21 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
Hm. Very disco.

[It sounds like it should be a compliment, but Kim's tone takes a belt sander to it and flattens it.

As if rising to a challenge, Kim's eyebrow arches, and despite his small frame and this pathetic circumstance, it exudes the authority of a man twice his size.]


How well has taking that up with our hosts gone?
hurricaneofblood: ([playful] jk jk)

flamebringer | arknights | wanderer

[personal profile] hurricaneofblood 2022-02-21 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
[ cw: severe illness and suicidal inclinations ]

rebirth;

[ Well, okay.

He's naked and on the ground. His eyes try to focus on anything, but he eventually gives up.

Flamebringer felt it just as he woke up -- the end of his world. It felt so final that it freezes his heart. The purpose and reason for his life may be lost to him. His shoulders drop as he feels the weight of that truth press down on him.

He opens his eyes and is able to finally look around. Honestly, he can't tell that there is an additional crystal in his body because his body is littered with crystals already. Black crystals jut out through his skin along his arms, limbs, around his face. Some of his veins share the same black color and show through is pale skin.

Ugh, this is worse than an attack.

Flamebringer rolls himself over to see someone hobbling along nearby. ]


Hey. How you doing? I'm on the floor.

[ Not so much a request to be helped up, but more a greeting. He has an arrogant tone and smile that makes it seem like he is completely unbothered by the current state of affairs. ]

captivity;

[ There is only one person that he is willing to listen to, and that person was burned away with his world. He refuses to go on along with these guards; he struggles, weakly, pathetically, but he struggles. Every step of the way, he makes it as difficult as he can manage.

The whip is around his neck, but he is a troublesome dog all the same.

He sneers and calls and makes snide comments the entire time. Eventually, the guards break -- or rather, they have someone that they can take their frustration out upon. Flamebringer only laughs after the first beating; his laughter filled with blood. He calls them cowards for being unwilling to finish the job, for being too soft to kill him.

The Sarkaz carries on like he's won until he can't.

But they don't kill him. They understand that he's seeking death -- even a humiliating one where his head is crushed beneath the heel of their boot. He's left severely beaten and alive; his body lying out on the ground for anyone to see.

The "nice white gown" that he was given is stained with old blood and torn; it leaves him little cover. But that's also to further humiliate the swordsman. He lies on his side, barely moving, breathing slow and painful.

Rations meant for him are thrown in his direction. Whether it reaches him or not doesn't concern the guards at this point. They don't even care if the food gets dirty with the blood still pouring out of Flamebringer's latest wounds.

Really, he's brought it on himself.

But still, even as he breathes so slow, so careful, he laughs to himself. ]


wildcard;

[ Feel free to wildcard it. Can PM if wondering about anything. He's just incredibly edgy. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ]
Edited 2022-02-21 06:08 (UTC)
zauneyete: (Getting madder)

[personal profile] zauneyete 2022-02-21 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ Silco smirked, under the weight of Kim's perceived size. He didn't need to make himself bigger, but he could lean back, a lanky too-awkward arm against the back lip of the cart. His scar twisted with his expression, and that eye -- boy -- even if Kim can't see it, it's Bad. Like a black hole on the side of his face, it practically swallowed all light, and redirected it in a single, glowing point. ]

So far, I'm not dead, I'm getting to ride on a cart... [ He gestured outward, where the rest were walking. ] I've pissed them off enough they won't bother me.

I've been through worse.
goldendeceiver: (your broken records and words)

it is u_u

[personal profile] goldendeceiver 2022-02-21 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ Between the state of Flamebringer's busted looking wrist, and the blood all over his face, Ernesto can't help but wince a little. He's taken his fair share of lumps over the course of his life, but looking at Flamebringer right now still brings on a pang of sympathy pains.

Even the smile that follows that question is more of a grimace than anything, though there's another reason for that.
]

I guess if I got what was coming to me, then I'd be locked away for the better part of my life myself.

[ He turns his head a little to look at a couple of guards not standing too far away from them. He manages a smile that's a little closer to a real one, though it still looks kind of pained. ]

It might take me a little longer to find the humor in it though.

[ That it happened to either of them. Maybe he's just taking a page out of Miss Ch'en's book on this one, but he's not about to cast judgement.

What he is going to do is raise one of his arms so he can catch part of the sleeve of his cheaply made white gown between two of his canines. They're just sharp enough and pronounced enough to make it easy to catch the fabric, and rip it with a small jerk of his head. Letting the sleeve drop out of his mouth, he wiggles a finger into the newly made hole, and easily rips the majority of the sleeve right off.

There's enough fabric from it to wad up and make a second friendly offering to Flamebringer; this one seems like it might be more useful than the bread.
]

Here. I prefer my shirts sleeveless anyway.
baltimores: (017; (what I’m doing here))

[personal profile] baltimores 2022-02-21 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's the tone of her initial one-word answer that has Amos inclined to take what she says after seriously. Anything else, and he probably would have dismissed her as too caught up in a fantasy of denial. But straightforward and serious — that, he understands, so maybe her theories are plausible, too.

... A bit tough to wrap his mind around, though. ]


Never had a vision before. I knew a guy who had a ghost living in his head once. Sounded pretty crazy, but turned out he was right more often than not. [ And, for as bizarre as all of this is, Amos talks about it like it's an everyday occurrence. This is just shit that happens to people sometimes. ... Guess it really is, now that he's caught up in it. ] I dunno. World was already in the shitter before I woke up here. Up there. Wherever. It's probably too late for my universe.

[ Yeah, he's really not used to the whole visions thing. Still... his universe being gone might not be a bad thing. Or. Not for him, at least. Not like he wanted it destroyed, but if it's gone, it's gone. Not a whole lot to be done about that.

Which means all that's left to focus on is, well, hers. ]


Maybe yours is okay, if it's not happening all at once. What's the last thing you remember?
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[personal profile] regretsor 2022-02-21 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
I don’t believe you.

[Is it denial? Or maybe a stubbornness to accept what the other is saying. Typical of Joonghyuk to still be unmoving with his convictions even if Dokja is from a far future.

It’s just something about the other that felt off. The Constellation wasn’t as sneaky about his body language either. There was something about it that had him on edge. Even if it was an argument and Dokja needed space, the way they ran and the look in those eyes…
]

Whether or not we were fighting is also irrelevant here. Would you really avoid someone over an argument when we’re in an unknown situation and place? You’re a fool, but you’re not so much of an idiot that you’d avoid someone familiar in a new place like this.
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[personal profile] coupris 2022-02-21 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
[Worse than the destruction of the universe. Right. Even if Kim gives him the benefit of the doubt that Silco believes the dream wasn't real, it still sounds like a bluff.

Kim might not be able to see whatever is wrong with Silco's eye, but the void on his face still comes across. More than that, the icy sensation of someone wishing him harm tingles up his spine, but Kim doesn't flinch.]


They won't bother you because they won't have to.

[He knows he won't have to bother pointing out the whip around Silco's ankle.]
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[personal profile] baltimores 2022-02-21 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ He would easily make the journey on his own. Really, it feels like that's the destination, anyway. However long you walk this path with another, no matter what, you'll meet the end alone. But there's something nice in the certainty of someone else alongside him, so even amid all of the emptiness, he accepts her with something analogous to gratitude.

Amos makes his way further down the path, looks over at her as she speaks. ]


Yeah.

[ His hands are at his sides; his voice is just as hollow as their surroundings. Everything from before — the worlds, the bursts of creation, even the other path — he might comprehend why someone else would choose to go to them. But he's already far too empty himself to have any appreciation for them. Hell, he might even have contempt. They're what you could have had; they're what you never got. Something vicious rises in him, and is only quelled by how natural the barrenness of their surroundings feels. ]

You know, sometimes, I thought it was just me. Feeling this happen to everything... [ and he has to take a moment, to find the words, ] it's like relief.
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[personal profile] hurricaneofblood 2022-02-21 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
Guess we're lucky that's not going to happen.

[ He continues to joke; like he hasn't been beaten so severely, like the guards aren't attempting to humiliate a man that is trying to be killed before whatever happens. But that is just his style. It's just nice that Ernesto wants to joke with him, too. ]

Don't worry. You'll find it. You have the eyes for it.

[ The puppy might not have the same years of experience that Flamebringer has had on the battlefield, but he does have eyes that he's seen before. Eyes that any Sarkaz would recognize. Ah, I really am losing a lot of blood. I'm getting so poetic. ]

You're really going all out for me. I don't think I deserve it. [ He might have tried to use his own robe to clean himself up -- if it wasn't bloodied and purposely ripped to leave him further humiliated. Jokes on them, though; the only humiliation that he feels is being kept alive. ]

Might I ask why you're bothering so much with me? [ Flamebringer still reaches out to take the offered cloth to attempt to clean his face up, and then bandage his wrist. ]
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[personal profile] zauneyete 2022-02-21 07:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's unfortunately true. As much as Silco was confident in some things, he also knew he would be incapable of truly fighting, with this whip around his ankle. It infuriated him, of course, the fact that he had been forced to be cowed so thoroughly. He had no choice in the matter.

For someone whose entire life has focused on being able to do whatever he wanted, it burned at his core, like a fire that was too hot, and threatened to boil over. His fingers drummed against the side of the cart, instead of lashing out.
]

They were perfectly happy to, when I was inconvenient to them. I would hardly count me out of the running for that. [ A smile, an attempt at a nicety, but it wasn't a pleasant one. None of Silco's smiles were ever as disarming as he pretended that they were. ]

At some point, they will have to take them off.
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[personal profile] passio 2022-02-21 08:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ so very many things are wrong with him that he can’t even begin to answer that question. thankfully for both of them, he knows it’s not really something to respond to.

he turns his head away almost petulantly when jack tries to look at him. ]




[ but, not one to entirely refuse help, dextera takes the offered hand and pulls himself into a sitting position. more than actually using jack’s hand as leverage, however, he’s just holding it while his other arm pushes him upright. ]
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[personal profile] passio 2022-02-21 02:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah… mm…

[ there’s a brief flicker of a memory in the back of his mind. of course, he’s been told time and time again recently not to stare at people, but this goes even beyond that. regardless, as soon as he’s reminded of his own penchant for boring into others with his vacant gaze, his lower eyelids twitch and he, in kind, dodges gen’s face.

it’s kindness and plain nervousness in equal measure. he picks at a scar on his arm. at least gen’s assessment of the situation is a bit more aware than dextera initially gave him credit for. dextera knows what it’s like for something to want you dead. this isn’t it. ]




[ so, he nods, but the picking stops and there’s a grimace on his face that he lifts, trying to communicate just through his expression. just because they’re alive doesn’t mean they’ll be treated kindly. ]
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[personal profile] lyorning 2022-02-21 02:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Aerich frowned. ]

In my world, sorcery is using one's will and certain mental constructs draw upon and shape the energy from amorphia. It may only be legally done by citizens of the Empire, as the Imperial Orb, to which we -- that is to say, citizens of the Empire -- are all connected, provides an intermediary for protection from raw amorphia.

[ Legally and safely. Any survivor of Adron's Disaster is acutely and personally aware of the risks of pre-Empire sorcery, though Prince Adron had, by all accounts, had no little skill.]

I cannot tell you all that much of witchcraft, save that it is practiced in the East, outside of the borders of the Empire. It is not sorcery, though it may duplicate sorcerous workings inefficiently. The Duke of Southmoor uses it to levitate his castle after the original sorcery failed during the Interregnum. Or, rather, his witches maintain the levitation after sorcery was used to lift the foundation.

[ And that particular memory brought up the memory of the sorceress who had done it, and Aerich gives a small intake of breath and does not say more as he works to not show the grief he feels to a stranger. Given current events, it feels as if days had passed since that battle, when he had been conscious for at most hours since being pulled from his world. The utter lack of familiar context means that he can focus on immediate survival rather than grieving the lost, until he needs to speak of his own world and those he knew.]
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[personal profile] lockedon 2022-02-21 02:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ not me learning the basics of arknights lore despite having played this game for four months

Truthfully, the little the other man offers up is already more than he expects. Even if he understands from a logical perspective that different lands (different worlds?) might operate according to different physical rules and regulations, it's still hard to wrap his mind around the concept.

On the bright side, it offers something of a distraction from the endless waiting, the harsh lines of his face smoothing out in thought. ]


The rumors didn't say anything about how they arrived?

[ Yeah yeah, the guy already said he didn't know much more, but usually rumors are a bit more substantial, if only because the very nature of a rumor means it gets elaborated on fast. ]
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[personal profile] passio 2022-02-21 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ dextera takes a deep breath and exhales this one out even slower, like he’s getting ready to march to his death. regardless, he does it, bringing himself first to a sitting position and then just as unhappily drawing himself to his feet. the back of his robes are now stained, but it just serves to match his front—dirtied with swipes of his fingers from all sorts of sources. ]



[ inevitably, his eyes dart briefly to his ‘rescuer’s’ animal ears, and then just as quickly away… and then elsewhere, and again back to the forest. he can’t keep his eyes in one spot for long, but it’s clear where he’s really yearning to look around. ]