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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 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Hey now, no one can be expected to know all the event stories. Sometimes some wiki diving just happens to luck you out into some info.

The question get an apologetic smile from Ernesto.
]

Some might, but the gossiper I was speaking to didn't happen to mention that. It was mentioned they didn't know how to get back, but not the specific methods that landed this group in my world to begin with.

[ Ernesto reaches up to card a hand through his hair, pushing his bangs back for a second as he looks up at the sky. ]

So I'm not sure how much help it would be even if I did know. I'm not even sure we came to this world by the same means, considering those stones we all woke up in.
baltimores: (100; found you some new ones)

:') can't wait

[personal profile] baltimores 2022-02-21 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Amos looks over at Abel when he speaks up again, blinking in surprise. For him, space is such a standard part of everyday life, it's kinda boring. He can remember a time when it had seemed unattainable, but that's so far in the past now that it's easy to forget most people have never been up there.

And now Abel's reminding him of just that. He doesn't move as his new friend scoots in closer, and once the surprise passes, Amos looks almost amused at the barrage he's now facing. Hell of a turnaround from before, but yeah, he's game. ]


I'm a mechanic. [ Easy to start with something simple. His voice is a casual drawl as he goes through everything he's been asked. ] Make sure the ship doesn't break, fix it when it does, that kinda thing. Uh... Been to Mars once or twice. Was one of the first people on Ilus, [ and there's a bit of pride in his voice at that, before immediately souring, ] except that went to shit pretty quick. But yeah. Ilus was the first planet not in our system to get colonized. Though I think technically I was there more as a peacekeeper.

[ It's strange, thinking of himself that way, but under Cap... yeah, he was, wasn't he. ]

Teeth? Uh... with paste and a brush? [ Wait, shit, do they have toothpaste here? Fuck. ] As long as you're under thrust gravity and got a sink it's just normal. You make time for that.
dragon_rider: (hiccup148)

in the woods

[personal profile] dragon_rider 2022-02-21 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's found a space in the forest ruins, mostly dirt rather than grass. Stick in hand while he writes and draws in the dirt — Mostly, it's a crude map of the way they traveled from the mountains to the forest. He's always been good at cartography and rather or not it has any meaning, it gives him a feeling of least he's doing something. Something more than keeping a watchful eye on the guards, mouth in a near-constant frown, as he ponders what it is they could do. ]

[ Right now, it's frighteningly little. Without anything to claim their own and given little provisions, ones that are taken away just as quickly when not needed, the only thing they have as a group is numbers. Gaze flickering once more to the whip, he thinks, and even that's frighteningly little if they don't react properly: ]

[ He's seen this woman before, with golden silk-spun hair much like Astrid's, but diligently quiet in a way that doesn't betray her sense of authority — He's seen and met too many clan leaders to not notice the way in which they carry themselves. He's not spoken to her in the same way she hasn't others — But perhaps in different reasons, mind whirling and tunnel-visioning into his own plans. ]

[ When she speaks it's surprising none-the-less. He scratched the corner of his chin with the end of his makeshift pencil: ]


No clue. [ A beat as he glanced down at his chicken scratch: ] But they went through all the trouble of gathering all the people they found at once in one location. [ He shifts the stick to point towards a collapsing pillar: ] A place that's been over-run with nature. There's no provisions or normal campsite here, so why here?

[ The 'it's probably important to whatever ritual they're not-so-quietly talking about,' lies in the air. ]

coupris: (every time i watch the sky)

[personal profile] coupris 2022-02-21 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[Kim's mind drifts to the bullet riddled buildings of Revachol West, all representing the unmarked mass graves of communards and loyalists alike. His parents lay in one of them, while a good way to get pocket money at the orphanage was selling off old shell casings to pawn shops, usually in exchange for battered toy soldiers.

The aerostatic commanders up above them all must have said very similar things to their subordinates, before ordering them to push buttons that did nothing more than light up the clouds beneath them, like streetlights shorting out in the fog.]


Maybe so. [But to the civilians left to pick up the pieces, what did that matter?] You seem very confident that yours is the correct power.

[They all always are.]
hurricaneofblood: ([arrogant] listen to you)

[personal profile] hurricaneofblood 2022-02-21 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"So, there is a limit to your care."

Flamebringer cannot help but laugh a little. The sound is hoarse and difficult on the ears. He doesn't mind some water pours down his neck or catches just the corner of his mouth. The amount of concern for him after being disinterested in his state was interesting.

"I'm wondering what it is that you're thinking." It's what he says with a smile as he lies back down on the ground. He breathes in deep, turns his head to cough -- splatter of red pouring out again. He'll live; these sort of injuries aren't enough to kill him. It just will take awhile to heal.

"You didn't seem too concerned before and now you're doing so much for me. What is it?" A beat. "Hoping for something extra when I heal up? I didn't think I was that pretty to look at, sir."

His tail continues to do tired wags in amusement.
Edited 2022-02-21 23:16 (UTC)
goldendeceiver: (all these years later)

okay okay! if it's for reasons then... death metal :)

[personal profile] goldendeceiver 2022-02-21 11:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Those ears are perking up high at that confession, his expression thoughtful as he considers this new information carefully. In the dream there had been a number of other people that had been traveling those strange paths made out of light as well, but that hadn't necessarily meant much to Ernesto when he came to. Dreams are usually populated by "other people" that the imagination cooks up for the sleeper.

But dreams that seem like the prelude to your arrival on another planet might be a little different; it's hard to say. Ernesto really is out of his depth with this one.

He absentmindedly reaches up to try to fluff some of the moisture out of his hair as he mulls this over.
]

Not much seems crazy to me after waking up inside of a giant rock.

[ He frowns thoughtfully, letting his hand drop down again after one last furious scrub through his hair. ]

It doesn't seem like it really explains much of what's happening now though.
lockedon: pid 30575014 (046)

wow you two can share!!

[personal profile] lockedon 2022-02-21 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His whole body tenses as the sound of that familiar voice breezes over him. It's been some days now - over a week, in fact - since he's been in the company of the irritating man named Kim Dokja, but apparently his mind still remembers to respond with a fresh wave of annoyance.

He turns his head a fraction of an inch so he can peer out the corner of his eye at Dokja. Once again he doesn't bother answering, opting instead to pick up another small stone and counter with a question of his own. ]


What do you want?

[ Surely it's not to pal around like they're a pair of old friends or something. ]
lockedon: (b019)

well it's way too late for that

[personal profile] lockedon 2022-02-21 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's been awhile since what? They've talked? (They've never talked before.) He's sat around and relaxed by a riverbank? (There's nothing relaxing about the situation they're in.) He's skipped stones? (How the hell is Eustace supposed to know that?)

Eustace leaves the cryptic statement alone and carefully selects another pebble, tossing it up lightly before catching it in his palm. His gaze wanders from Seonho to their watchers, still engrossed in conversation. He'd be a fool to assume they're fully distracted though; he'd seen enough of their quick response when one of his fellow captives had disobeyed out of turn.

He turns his attention back to the river. Throws his tiny rock. Watches it skim across the surface once, twice, thrice. ]


You may as well enjoy it. [ Whatever 'it' is. ] I doubt we'll have much more freedom once they perform their ritual.

[ Hah. As if this could even be called freedom. But there's no way whatever's coming won't be worse. ]
wolof: (Teasing)

[personal profile] wolof 2022-02-21 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Despite herself, despite the goriness of the story, she laughed. In Praes, it would be simply a thing that one took, and if they got sick, well, it was your own weakness that did it.

This definitely seems more the kind of thing they would do in Callow.
]

I suppose that's one way to do it. [ She paused, her face scrunched up. ] Dynamite is...an explosive?
lachtara: (Raise)

[personal profile] lachtara 2022-02-22 12:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Please." The scoff in his voice is clear. The insinuation in that question is clear and nonetheless absurd.

"Is it so wrong of me to not want to cater to your every need, boy?" Emet-Selch uses the remaining amount of water to pour over his hands and wash off what blood has smeared over them. "If that is your word of thanks on the matter, then I will take my leave."
lockedon: (039)

[personal profile] lockedon 2022-02-22 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ What the other man says is true; even if they both did know the methods by which his associates had arrived on his planet, there's no guarantee that whatever brought them here used the same approach.

Once again, back to square one. At this rate he's earned himself nothing but the beginnings of a small headache. Might as well talk about something else for the time being. ]


Have you ever experienced anything like them before? The stones.

[ He can't say he has. ]
zauneyete: (Menacing)

[personal profile] zauneyete 2022-02-22 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
Of course.

[ He said. It was with the full confidence of someone who had bought into their own story, long, long ago. In Silco's twisted mind, it is the only way. Zaun had tiled for long enough, had suffered for long enough. There was no other path to take, at this point. ]

We've already tried be quiet, be complacent. [ A snort. ] Who would want to live like that? Starving, meek, nothing. [ Each word punctuated by further levels of disgust, with each one. ]
lockedon: (b006)

[personal profile] lockedon 2022-02-22 12:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ Still quiet, huh? Is it fear? Sullenness? Something else? He ought to be grateful considering how much he cherishes his peace and quiet, but right now it's almost unnerving.

But he doesn't remark on it yet, opting instead to follow suit and unfold himself back up. This is as good a cue as any to go, leave the young man to his own devices, but Eustace can't help but follow the trail of his eyes, there and back and again but always lingering on the woods just beyond their reach. Hm. ]


Do you see something out there?
coerthantorment: (100)

[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-02-22 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
[Their perspectives differ greatly in that regard - Estinien knows full well is that all it takes is one potent enough individual to end a world. He's seen it before, and his own world is the result of such an event. It's entirely possible for someone to be responsible, for either the death of his realm or for the illusion of it happening.

Holding on to finding out who may be the only thing has left. As he did in the hours and days following the murder of his family, he finds himself latching onto a target. With Nidhogg it has been easy. With here, he's not sure he'll get the chance to find out.

Yet, he has to try. What else is there to live for?]


Wherever they take us... whomever they take order from... we'll find out soon.

[His gaze shifts to staring at the fire balefully.]

They haven't killed us yet. There must be a reason.
coerthantorment: (100)

[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-02-22 01:03 am (UTC)(link)
Hmph. When everyone has something, it finds its own balance. [Aether isn't really an advantage because when both you are your enemies both wield it, it's still equal ground. With a few exceptions, of course.] Against beasts, perhaps. Though many of them have their own ways of manipulating aether.

[He sighs.]

The techniques I learned were intended for the slaying of dragons. Yet, dragons themselves have their own reserves of aether, far greater than anything the average man could summon.

coerthantorment: (13)

[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-02-22 01:08 am (UTC)(link)
He's lucky that Estinien has no idea what Keebler refers to - as it is, it only slides off his skull like all the other nonsense Jensen has been spouting. Whatever Jensen's intent, his expression becomes even grimmer with thoughts of their imminent future.

"...I've fought from the moment I was captured. Used all the strength I could muster." He stares at the ground in front of him. "It has availed me not. I am not one to surrender, but I will not delude myself, either. Will alone has not saved us."
goldendeceiver: (and it's both cradled you)

[personal profile] goldendeceiver 2022-02-22 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ They're definitely two different people. While it's true that pain can make a person feel alive, Ernesto has always preferred to avoid it as much as possible. Let no one ever accuse this man of being a masochist.

He falls quiet as Flamebringer tells him what he has noticed though, nodding slightly every now and then as he takes it in. It's hard to tell if that means they're playing fair, or just saving their energy for if something more troublesome pops up. Considering how they emerged in this world, and the weapons these guards have, Ernesto does find it hard to believe they don't have some special skills up their sleeves though.

He stops nodding as Flamebringer starts to insult himself though, head canting slightly to the side with a small frown on his face. Though at the mention of their world, strangely the frown smooths out into a more carefully crafted neutral expression.
]

I might have to, but...

[ His laugh is a little breathy, and he closes his eyes as he tries to push down any tumultous feelings down. ]

I'm not ready to accept that the dream and the feelings from it mean much of anything. I guess I'm a little stubborn, but until I have real proof in front of my eyes, I'm not willing to believe it.
goldendeceiver: (your broken records and words)

[personal profile] goldendeceiver 2022-02-22 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ At some point surely someone will move enough to show their back... maybe.

Though right now Ernesto's staying where he is as he turns to examine the same chrysalis, a nervous chuckle escaping him as he looks at the cloudy form inside of it.
]

Here to greet the others that might "hatch" too? I haven't really given it a lot of thought yet. I'm not exactly feeling energized and ready for a lot of movement, so I guess for a bit, but I'm not sticking around this cave forever.

[ He takes a quick glance around the cavern. ]

It's a little too creepy for my taste.
boyoutoftime: (Default)

dreams, i'm working on icons please don't @ me

[personal profile] boyoutoftime 2022-02-22 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
Ekko had been too lost in his own vision to notice the other immediately. He was relishing the memories of children playing in the streets, the trouble he used to get up to, inventing new things. Life had been hard but not all of it was bad.

As he continued the dream shifted until he was walking on the branches of an absolutely monumental tree. He had to stop walking as he looked around to try to take in the full scale of the tree and gave a low whistle of appreciation. His attention shifted when someone asked a question and his gaze fell on Eleven. He quickly realized that the other was asking him a question.

"I'm not sure where here even is." He paused, then the last half of what the other said stuck in his head and Ekko's expression shifted to surprise and doubt. "What, you think we're dead?"
allusive: insomniatic, do not take (mary12)

shaye | oc | firebrand

[personal profile] allusive 2022-02-22 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ And at the end of all things, there is darkness.

There's a strange validation to it, as she looks upon what she assumes must be the fragmented pieces of her misbegotten existence. But it shifts and changes before her eyes and she sees pieces of her life, shards of people she once knew fluttering by. The Viper, the Fox. Amarys. Shaye resists the urge to reach out to her, brilliant beacon of light that she is. It sputters, darkens like everything else. It shrivels up and all that made her home something she loved - the cobblestone streets, the aging architecture, the looming tower - begins to fade away. If there are others here, be they people or memories, she pays them no mind. All that she was and all that her life might have been seems to fade away.

In a moment, everything is dark. Not a whimper, not a cry. A selfish clawing at what's left of her(?) seems to think, Good. Good, let it all burn. There was nothing left worth the blood and the pain it has asked of me. Of all of us.

But even that is swallowed by the emptiness, leaving not even numbness but void. ]


captivity.
[ She should struggle. Some part of her wishes to, most certainly, like a frightened animal crowded too closely into a corner. But there is a cold detachment to it all, perhaps the numbness finally settling in, in the wake of witnessing such total destruction even if she cannot verify if any of it was true. If any of it could have been real. Just hours ago, she likely would have thought herself mad with despair or intoxicated beyond belief.

Perhaps she is and hasn't come around just yet. But all of this feels a little too painfully real for her to deny it, after all.

If there are others trying to fight, she shoots them a stony look that belies something simmering between frustration and exasperation, a scrap of emotion she manages to cobble together somehow. ]


You're like to get the rest of us killed, too, you know. [ No blades. No familiar burning in her blood. It's a surreal and frightening feeling, this lack of protection. Her voice is quiet and could be mistaken for soft if one isn't paying attention, though she's anything but. ] Keep your eyes on your surroundings. If nothing else, we should know the path.

[ Because if the opportunity presents itself, they should know how to get away and to find this place again. If they manage to. ]


waiting. (cw: implied self-harm for blood magic purposes)
[ The ruins would be something to appreciate if they weren't all under watch. Not that she can blame them, not with how tempting it is to fight. The urge to try to fight is so, so tempting, but she's managed herself thus far. Enough that she seems the docile type and enough to earn her a little bit of distance...but certainly not enough for there to be funny business.

Her fingers long to skim the rock and they do, though briefly, as she doesn't want to seem like she's looking for anything in particular. Just a jagged piece of stone somewhere, anywhere, if it means she can shed a little blood. Perhaps the magic is only cloistered away and with a little coaxing--

Would they stop her in time? There must be something else she can do to distract. And there are others nearby, close enough she can get their attentions. It might work. Shaye sighs quietly. ]


Why continue to make us wait?

[ A ritual space. She can assume what will come next...but doesn't want to consider that for long. ]


( ooc: info here, please PM me with questions or any further info needed. please pardon my slow and rust, haven't touched the rp scene in a few years. )
goldendeceiver: (into its hands)

[personal profile] goldendeceiver 2022-02-22 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
[ It really does feel like this is just running around in circles. Still, what's just a frustrating mess for one is at least helping the other feel like he's doing more than just sitting around. The conversation might not bare a lot of fruit, but Ernesto prefers it to sitting in sullen silence.

That one though, Ernesto can't say he's familiar with. There's another small shake of the head.
]

We've got our own problems with rocks, but there are no stones quite like that where I'm from. I'm assuming the same is probably true for you?
coupris: (leave me alone)

[personal profile] coupris 2022-02-22 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
[Kim doesn't bother disguising his quiet huff of a laugh like he typically would. None of them had eaten a square meal since they arrived. They'd all been forced into compliance. The soldiers were all very keen to impress how worthless they should be feeling.]

And yet. Here we are.
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iii

[personal profile] dragon_rider 2022-02-22 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hiccup may no longer be actively fighting against the bindings, but he's certainly not given up. That is proven by the restless behavior he's showing — Never sitting quite still, always glancing over the surroundings, sketching something in the dirt, checking his prosthetic, but rarely ever sleeping.

He does oblige the bedroll, staring up into the canopy without ever going to sleep. Fingers drawing patterns as he tries to plan in his head, but it's difficult to plan when knowing your situation is limited and the only thing you're guaranteed is the white linen and a prosthetic that may or may not still have a knife mode attached. ]

[ When his sleeping area partner pipes up he tilts his head to him with a flourish of a hand: ]


"Death is imminent"? [ Wryly put. ] Or who knows, maybe this lot are preparing us a grand feast and bluffing.

[ A beat glancing over to a guard who's all but glaring them down: ] What do you think — looks like he can make a mean casserole, right?
perfectlygoodbird: (I don't want to see)

[personal profile] perfectlygoodbird 2022-02-22 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
The birdlike girl lowers her head--sorrowful, for the folk that Himeka saw. The ones who hadn't made it, for whatever reason.

"I don't know. I don't know," It's more a whisper than a yell of anger--and it's unlikely that there will be any vulgar displays of power out of Meteion.

"The ones I saw didn't seem...afraid of the soldiers? But they also seemed wary of me? I'm not sure what that meant..." She shakes her head again. "They were only too willing to relinquish me when they were challenged."

The entelechy shrugs, then. She can't blame them--what else could mere townsfolk have done? "I don't understand very much about any of this."
dragon_rider: (hiccup1175)

ii. waiting

[personal profile] dragon_rider 2022-02-22 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's walked, paced, and climbed on every bit of ruin he feels he could at this point before a guard decided to say something — or do, if they've decided he's gone too far without saying anything. It's annoying. For most of his life, he's felt he's been tied by something. Even having been held captive once before, it's never felt quite like this —

At least prefer he knew what someone wanted with him. Dragons. It was always about dragons.

Here, it's just a whole lot of people. A whole lot of faces he's starting to memorize and be uncomfortable with what's going to happen to them — Them, more so than him. Helpless once more, all he can do is keep a watchful eye (useless, his brain tells him, and he shoves it to the side). ]


[ For the moment, he's half dozing — not quite letting himself sleep, one palm scrubbing at an eye when the other approaches. His hand is noticed first, gaze groggily following the path of the limb to the other's face as he takes in what they've said. A deep sigh as he takes the offered hand, shaking his head: ]


Not sure how much of a walk this one will be.

[ A tilt of the head to a watching guard. ] But, sure, if I sit any longer right now I'll probably explode. [ Figuratively, maybe literally. ]

So find anything interesting so far?