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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.

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[personal profile] lockedon 2022-02-14 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ Gods.

Bad enough that there's outside influence pushing him along and taking control of his body whenever he so much as thinks of going against orders. Bad enough that he's essentially naked, gooseflesh prickling over the surface of his skin where the fabric of his simple white gown fails to cover his body. Now he has to listen to some little girl scream her head off, all because she's being ignored.

He should feel a little pity for her, and he does, but mostly, he just feels a deep-rooted annoyance.

The guard pins them both with cold stare and he reflexively slaps one hand over Misa's mouth. ]


I'll handle her.

[ Carefully, he pushes her forward with his other hand, increasing the pace until they've put some distance between themselves and the guard. It's then that he finally lets his hands drop. Hopefully she hasn't taken a bite out of all of them. ]

Keep your voice down unless you want to be thrown off the nearest ledge.

[ Which, who knows, maybe she'd find that a better fate. ]
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[personal profile] epiprocta 2022-02-14 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ That little wave before his face earns a curious cant of the head, a raised eyebrow, a moment of silence -- then the dots connect, and Gen gives a hoarse bark of laughter. Not malicious, not really, but not kind, either. ]

What, you can't see? Sucks to be you huh, old man.

[ Kim definitely doesn't deserve to have to put up with this shit (I'm so sorry), but at least he's probably developed some sort of immunity to this sort of lip, given his experiences. And if it's any consolation, Gen doesn't seem particularly interested in ragging on that point, his laugh petering out to a low huff soon enough. Quiet for a moment before he deadpans, ]

S'that why you stopped fighting back like you did the first time?
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[personal profile] aquaveiled 2022-02-14 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ Food is important to all living things, it only varies in the manner of which it comes. But to Himeka in particular, it has become something of a language in and of itself. So sharing it has a very special meaning to, one she will not soon besmirch from a stranger.

She does manage a small smile and a nod of gratitude. ]


Thank you.

[ And to prove it, she breaks off a small piece of some sort of loaf and chews on it. Unfortunately her manners otherwise aren't as neat as she continues to speak with him despite the food in her mouth. ]

You seem rather calm despite all that's happened.
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[personal profile] affal 2022-02-14 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
( there are few things he could think of that J would find more meaningless in the long run than ruminating over the dusty remains of already-fallen civilizations. and whatever is pointless to J is pointless to makoto.

it would be easy enough to pontificate and generate false information to feed him — it's not as though he would be able to get a sense of its veracity — but there's something delightful in the hand that the stranger gives him a glimpse of. that they are both similarly unequipped to glean anything useful from these ruins, to be sure, but they share the appreciation for a network of contacts that could supplement their ignorance with expertise, whenever they run aground of it. )


No, it would seem not. ( the chuckle that makoto offers has a faint grating to it. ) A shame that none of the individuals on that list could have joined us here, yes?

( even then, appraisers would have limited use here. they might be able to tell how old something is, to be sure, but this is seeming a new world, a new plane — a new everything? who's to say what sort of civilizations or cultures they might stand amongst the bones of. if their soldier escorts were anything to go by, they might not exactly be forthcoming. )

A shame, also, since I feel that this relic has some importance to what it is we were brought here for.
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[personal profile] lachtara 2022-02-14 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
Emet-Selch presses his lips into a thin line of 'unimpressed' at her imitation of him. He did not snap like that. His was more poised and purposeful.

"If you must know, I haven't tried." He admits truthfully. However, it would be potentially dangerous to admit to such a thing with someone he's tried to kill in the past, even if she and hers had proven to be disgustingly tolerant if he didn't confront them directly. He's nothing if not aware of his current vulnerability.

"There are more amicable means out of situations other than force. And, on occasion, what presents itself is more interesting than a hasty retreat." He'd like to know what is going on and how they have come to be here.
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[personal profile] semicharmed 2022-02-14 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's okay that their captors are on the taciturn end. Matt needs the time to think. His existential dread spirals in reticulating layers, each new realization washing over him and ossifying onto the one before it like a--

Well--

Not unlike a crystal.

He remembers a dream that felt like communion, being one with the heart of all things, and he remembers a dream about fangs sinking into his throat. Then there was an island, and boats with sails like the wings of bright birds. Come to think, the lonely dream may have been the real one, because when he "woke up," term used loosely, there was a shard of crystal embedded in the side of his neck. The left side: V's favorite.

When he finds himself addressed, Matt starts, as if shocked from a train of thought. Which he was--at the moment, it's why did I survive when everyone else is dead. He'd thought he'd found a lonely little section of the stone formation to come and have a crisis, but clearly his observational skills need some work. He frowns at his companion, first in curiosity and then, noting the bruises on his face, in pained sympathy.

Cautiously, quietly, he says: ]


Are they going to kill us?

[ Matt's heard the talk of a ritual space too. In this context, it cannot possibly mean anything good. ]
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[personal profile] lachtara 2022-02-14 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
If he had it within him to sigh again he would, just because it sounds like something Hythlodaeus would bother him to do out of sheer curiosity. And considering his habit of indulging his friend's whims...

"So?" He questions, purposely not acknowledging her obvious moping. "Did you find the answers you seek?"
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[personal profile] coupris 2022-02-14 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
[Teenage attitude is nostalgic in the worst way, but right now, any memory of Revachol has a bittersweet taste to it. The old comments stopped bothering him years ago-- having a driver's license instead of an impotent sense of rage suited him just fine.

So, Kim just ignores the comment altogether, until the follow up question catches him a bit by surprise. He's met some people who described the same captors and shrine he awoke in, but he still has no idea how many people may have seen him there. No one else had mentioned his the way he fought-- hadn't most people?

Gen has a point, that most people who did fight continued to do so. Kim frowns, and his fingers itch to press a cigarette he may never have again to his lips.

He doesn't want to make this worse for anyone else.]


It makes things a bit more difficult, yes. But I suppose most things don't hatch with prescription lenses.
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[personal profile] afewstraythoughts 2022-02-14 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, there it is. The explanation of that strange unease Hythlodaeus has felt since walking up to Emet-Selch. It's not just his friend's appearance that's changed since he saw him last, his entire demeanor is different, his reactions dimmed and clouded by a darkness that seems to hang over him like a cloud. And those words... those words hold no real meaning to Hythlodaeus, because they don't make sense.

Impossible for him to be here? Maybe, but just as probably as Emet-Selch being here himself. The real him? Well, Hythlodaeus doesn't even really know where to go with that. Sure, magical stand-ins are a practice at times, but they are nothing but mere illusions and a collection of aether, something that Emet-Selch should never mistake him with. And thousands of lifetimes...?

At the very least, there is one point in what Emet-Selch says that makes some form of sense, although Hythlodaeus' own resolve had still been in question at the time he was taken from.

"Loathe as I am to admit it, I'm not sure I'm following your logic, my friend," he's speaking gently, dropping his hands from their defensive stance to press one over his chest instead. "But I assure you, I am real. Or, I suppose, as real as anyone can be sure of in this place. Given our strange... 'rebirth'."
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[personal profile] lockedon 2022-02-14 01:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ This is where a normal person would return the introduction, offer up his own name and maybe a fun little tidbit about himself. But Eustace's social skills have unfortunately deteriorated from years spent working alone, and between an active distinterest in revealing personal details about himself and a still-present disorientation of both where he is and how he'd come to be here, he opts to erro on the side of personal safety.

There's another stretch of silence, some handful of seconds, while he deliberates on the best course of action. Then, suddenly: ]


I remember. [ ????? ] The dream. Where everything was destroyed.

[ At least Dokja gets one answer.... ]
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[personal profile] brutallyefficient 2022-02-14 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's strange to feel weak for someone who has never felt fatigued before. Limbs are heavy and they barely respond to his will to move them. It takes some genuine effort to look up to the person that has emerged next to him.

Connor shakes his head. ]


I'm sorry. I'm not sure.

[ He looks up and around to get what clues he can from their surrounding area. Large geodes of varying color, a cave of some kind, definitely not in any city he's been to. ]

It's some kind of cave. If I could look around I would be able to provide you with more information.
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[personal profile] aquaveiled 2022-02-14 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
Next to being unable to fend off their captors, this moment makes her feel the loss of her magicks keenly. She gives a nod, though it's clear that it weighs on her as well. Disoriented and weak from...whatever it was that she fell from is one thing, but being unable to weave aether makes her feel incomplete.

"It's as if I've lost one of my senses."

She may not have Y'shtola's mastery and sight through aether, but aetherial manipulation has been second nature to her all the same, long before she realized what it was that she was doing.

She's not surprised that Estinien suffers as well, but he also does not need to rely on aether to prove himself a threat.

"...It looks like you didn't let that stop you."
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[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-02-14 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
[Estinien is a prisoner whom Cersei has probably seen have his face shoved in the dirt at least once since their traveling parties made it to the forest. Their escorts clearly despise him, and the marks of it are left on his face - a blackened eye, a bloodied nose, and his wrists bound in front of him. Though he has the body of a warrior and is loomingly tall, he has clearly seen betters days, as he slumps against a bit of stone ruin.

He casts a darkened eye to her, his voice soft as he responds. There is anger within him, but it is burning low and hot like coals.]


Nay. But talk of rituals surprises me little... the men that first captured me claimed they were there to take our souls.

[He's not sure how literal they were being, but... you know.]
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Rebirth

[personal profile] lyorning 2022-02-14 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
[The man was seated, but even so, it was apparent he was taller than a human, slender, and -- thanks to his state of undress equal to Cersei's -- rather lacking in body hair. He had not appeared to notice Cersei, thinking his own thoughts, until she spoke. There was a glance up, then his gaze angled away on noticing that the woman was in the same state of undress as he was.

[Even in a state of great emotional turmoil, Aerich could guess that no woman, be she lady or not, would wish a strange man to see her naked, even if that man was not of her species. And the tone of her voice suggested that if she had a blade, it would be drawn and aimed at his heart. The act of responding to her did bring him back from the profound grief.]

I... I am seated here. [No, that was no good. Do better.] I believe that we find ourselves in a similar situation.

[And with her being not only foreign but not of his species, he has no idea what forms of address he should be using. Because even when he is emotionally wrung out, no longer on his world and unsure if he is alive or dead, Aerich falls back on the structure of a lawful society. Keep his enraged companion from hurting him, or getting hurt should he need to defend himself. Discover where they are, and what resources they have.]

[Try not to think of everything and everyone he knows dying.]
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LUO BINGHE | THE SCUM VILLAIN'S SELF-SAVING SYSTEM | FIREBRAND

[personal profile] devilmancrybaby 2022-02-14 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
CAPTIVITY:
Luo Binghe has not been this helpless in years.

It was one thing to play nice among the disciples of Huan Hua Palace, when he had a clear goal in mind and, when the resentment boiling under his skin became almost too much to bear, he could console himself with the knowledge that, if he chose to, he could destroy any of the cultivators around him, easily.

He tries to fight back at first, assuming the same must be true here, but when it becomes clear that his demonic and spiritual qi alike have been deadened completely and he is as defenseless as he was as a child, he kind of shuts down. He stumbles along in hollow compliance as he's handed off to the soldiers.

Here, in the cargo hold of the boat, he's sat with his knees pulled up to his chest, head down. He keeps touching the stone embedded in his sternum through the fabric of the robe he's been given. When someone is pushed down opposite him, he looks up to stare fixedly at them with dark eyes.

"You came out of the crystal too," he says quietly. It's not really a question, but there's a beat before he says, "Do you think they're all dead?"

Everyone else, he means. From those worlds that seemed extinguished. It's not clear if he's seeking reassurance or not.


WAITING:
By the time his group are brought to the ruins, Luo Binghe has perked up a little. Internally, he's resolved that one way or another he will seize back the power he's earned. He's started privately cataloguing the faces of the soldiers who have been particularly brusque with him, so that if he encounters them later, he can return the favour, but for now, he needs to bide his time, and make sure they don't consider him a threat. Play the pig to eat the tiger. He's good at that.

In the meantime... he needs to know more about this place, and it won't do him any good to keep to himself, no matter how much he wants to.

He tries to keep himself in good spirits, or as good as can be reasonably expected given the situation; he manages a tired smile at the nearest of his fellow captives.

"I've never seen markings like this before," he says. "Have you? Do you think they might be some kind of writing?"


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[personal profile] hippocarnival 2022-02-14 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
Yuya bites his lip, not at all reassured by that. That can only mean starve given his hands are bound and he's got nothing around to eat.

He starts to tear his bread in half. "You shouldn't have to starve. I'll share."

That's final for him. He doesn't expect Estinien to reject any kindness, and he won't let the guards stop him.
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[personal profile] lockedon 2022-02-14 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's probably dangerous for them to be talking so openly about rebellion like this, even if their voices are low and barely carry in the still air. But if the choices are death and torture now as opposed to death and torture later, might as well get it all over with now.

The suggestion of stealing the whips to use as their own isn't without merit, but he's not willing to consider it seriously until they patch up every possible hole in it first. ]


That's assuming they aren't bound to their users in some way.

[ Considering his own weapon - the loss of which feels like a gaping wound in his chest - had required a pact to be able to use, he's not willing to discredit the idea without further proof. ]
goldendeceiver: (and crushed)

[personal profile] goldendeceiver 2022-02-14 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's no overt change in Ernesto's expression still, but there's a slight tensing in the muscles of his face at what he's hearing. That feeling of Terra crumbling away to nothing weighs heavily on him, though he when he tries to rationalize it to himself, he can't think of any good reason why this feeling has any basis to it. Terra has always had its share of problems, but for the entire planet to disappear into nothing is a different matter.

Still, that oppressive feeling is hard to shake, and Ernesto forgets to breathe for a moment, before finally taking in a shaky inhale.
]

Feelings aren't always right though.

[ Because if they are, then it means his home is gone. His world, his country, and his family... gone in the blink of an eye. ]
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[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-02-14 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
He inclines his head slightly in understanding. He knows that she has more to lose, with their aetheric foundation upturned. What does it mean? He's never been in a realm that felt quite like this.

Of course, when she points out his injuries, he feels the stab of humiliation in his gut all the more keenly. He's been trying - he's never stopped trying. And yet, it's been so ineffectually that he is beginning to wish he hadn't. He looks away from her, in trembling silence. It's a moment before he seems to decide on what to say, and even then, he falters.

"Before the cave... did you..."

Yet it seems he's lingered too long, because then his leash is getting yanked on again. He doesn't have the strength to resist, forced by the whip's enchantment to plod along after his escort, wincing all the while.

"On the ground," the soldier leading him says, shoving Estinien part of the way down by the shoulder. For the rest, it's all Estinien can do to curl onto his knees. The soldier loops the whip binding his hands through a metal ring built into the side of the boat, and then points at Himeka. "You too."
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[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-02-14 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
Estinien exhales out a weary scoff, beyond the point of being able to fight Yuya's generosity. He knows the type. No matter what he says, the boy most likely won't be dissuaded. It's almost heartening, in a way.

"Fine," he says. The distant campfire provides only flickering light between them. "Though I am sure they would say I have brought this upon myself."

Which he sort of did.
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[personal profile] afewstraythoughts 2022-02-14 02:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Oh good, his neighbor is still alive! And speaking the same language. Which is strange, considering that even as muddle as Hythlodaeus' vision is with how weak he is, how disconnected from his limited magic he may be, he can tell that this being's soul is so different from those of his own people.

Curiouser and curiouser.]


I suppose we're on equal footing, then. [He lets out a small sigh, beginning to work on getting his other arm free, even with his quickly waning strength. If this is how chicks feel breaking out of eggs, he would have helped make that process much easier.] I'm afraid my own eyes are a bit lacking at present, but perhaps once we get free I can work as your crutch and borrow your sight?
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[personal profile] lachtara 2022-02-14 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
Emet-Selch gives him a cold, hard, assessing look. The fist at his side tightens as he struggles with what to do.

Even if an illusion, he's not been one to turn away the company of a shade over something authentic. He made the whole of Amaurot beneath the waves of the Tempest, after all - an illusion on a grand scale filled with imitations of people who once were. Could he really refuse this company? Someone who looked as they had such a soul?

He lets out a frustrated sigh. The answer, obviously, being no.

Emet-Selch motions to the place by his bedroll. "Very well. If you're so intent on indulging me, then sit." He makes to sit back down as well and resume his vigil next to the fire. "Tell me of how you found your way here. Or whatever stray whims come to mind."
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[personal profile] epiprocta 2022-02-14 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ugh, like he cares for that pretense at resigned acceptance, acting all noble and mature. Gen gives an unseen roll of the eyes, though the note of derision comes across clear in his voice even without the visual cue. ]

Yeah, well I don't remember seeing a lotta babies that need glasses off the bat, either. You got the short end of the stick.

[ It's not so much mocking as it is needlessly blunt, insensitive in the way that so many petulant, wannabe-toughguy teenagers are.

But it's followed by the faint rustle of movement as Gen shifts where he sits to glance towards the nearest guards. They're standing some distance away, occupied handing out rations, and Gen squints at them for a moment before adding at a lower murmur, quiet enough that they won't be overheard: ]


... could you still fight like you did that time if I knocked one of those assholes over for you?
judicatus: (♟ unbelieving)

[personal profile] judicatus 2022-02-14 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ gabranth opens his eyes once he hears a response, though he pauses, humming thoughtfully, before he responds in kind. ]

Seems equally likely as not. [ despite the grim acknowledgment, he keeps his voice low, his tone casual. ] Consider that we’ve been fed and clothed but the barest minimum to survive thus far, and it seems apparent that our captors have no deep investment in our continued survival.

[ another pause follows, and his brows furrow as he continues: ]

But consider also the sheer numbers of our population. [ numbers enough to provide meaningful resistance against their captors, he should think, but without any way to coordinate such resistance... well. that’s something he can dwell upon later. ] Should this ritual they’re preparing call for our sacrifice, then I would imagine they mean to spill the blood of each and every one of us... And yet, while I must profess no familiarity with such blood magicks, the practicality of such an operation eludes me.

[ then again, practitioners of such arts rarely seem to concern themselves with practicality. still, he can’t help but think that, if they’re truly meant to be sacrificed en masse, there must be a more efficient way of going about it. ]
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[personal profile] lifespanned 2022-02-14 02:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ Hopefully Eustace will enjoy the feeling of Misa continuing to protest even after she gets a hand slapped over her mouth, clawing at the man's forearms with her nails as she's dragged away (literally) from starting an altercation. She only refrains from biting and/or spitting on this guy's hand because she's afraid she'll get drool on her face by doing so. ]

What's your problem?!

[ Scowling, she makes a big show of drawing her hands back to herself, flailing her arms dramatically and hugging herself as if scandalized by being manhandled in such a way. Maybe she should be more afraid of talking back; she's in an unknown place surrounded by people way bigger and stronger than she is. But clearly, all the people who are hatching are somehow relevant - surely they wouldn't let her actually get thrown off a ledge, right... ]

We're supposed to be on the same side! [ Granted, she does lower her voice a little bit, but only because she only needs to make her point made to this wolfboy. She puts her fists on her hips, pouting. ] Or are you some undercover guard?