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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.

dragon_rider: (pic#13011736)

[personal profile] dragon_rider 2022-02-22 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The threadbare smile Hiccup returned shows his thinks as a hand brushes off some dirt on the white line instinctively. ]

They're not, huh? I failed to notice.

[ A sigh, one hand rubbing at he back of his neck. Green eyes flickering from his new companion to the lingering soldiers as he gave a slight upturn of his mouth. ]

Who hasn't? Despite not talking to us they're quite loud about that one.

[ It's the truth — If you asked him, it's like they want them to know they're planning something. From the way they seemed to know immediately where everyone was, to gathering them, the lack of answers, and now constant whispers. Every Viking instinct that ran through his veins told him to fight back, but it's logic and reason that grounds him. ]

Would you say we're being treated more like prisoners of war or wild animals?

[ He's already formulated his opinions on that particular question, but it's always good to hear from others. ]
dragon_rider: (pic#13011745)

[personal profile] dragon_rider 2022-02-22 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Hiccup gave a slight shake of his head that's met with a slight downturn of his lips. There's certainly plenty of people to see, but in the same way the seeing doesn't give many answers. Their white clad companions come in all different shape, sizes, and ages. The soldiers that stand guard may take off a ritual, but give little more to understand. ]

Conversing would be great. Too bad those guys over there only understand 'get out of me', perpetual silence, or using a whip. [ It's said wryly, but with little humor — He's experienced all of it in form. Mostly from asking questions or pushing the boundaries of their place just a little too far. ]

[ It's the secondary question that causes him to quiet, fingers digging into knee cap as he bores a hole into the sketch on the ground — a map from his direction in the mountain to here as best as he can remember. Senseless violence. He agrees, always would. He wants to believe there are ways to end things without, but the hard truth — a truth he'll forever struggle with — is that it's not always the case. ]


... They're scared of us. When people are scared it doesn't matter, sometimes there's no talking to them. And these guys don't want to be talked to.
dragon_rider: (hiccup160)

o/ hello

[personal profile] dragon_rider 2022-02-22 05:56 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Hiccup folded his arms across his chest. While he might normally return the smile, he's all thoughts and gears turning. If there was a plan to be made, he's run more than a dozen through his mind. Escaping into the wilds to survive had been one, briefly, but discarded. ]

While, I'm definitely one for crazy and stupid ideas, that's... [ A pause as he gathers his thoughts further and shakes his head. His arms unfold into a swooping 'no' gesture. ] Ignoring the fact we don't know what lies out there or where we are, I'm not abandoning anyone here.

If it worked, they'd probably just get more of those guys in force and everyone here would be under constant lockdown. [ Read: Do you like whips? ] There's too many what-ifs.

[ There's already too many what-ifs, but it's not in him to leave anyone behind. They may not be his people, but they were all in this together. For better or worse. ]
hurricaneofblood: ([reflective] who's to say)

[personal profile] hurricaneofblood 2022-02-22 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)
What?

[ The question in return isn't so much as asking what is being asked but more musing with the person as to what he was trying to accomplish. ]

An answer.

[ It's the best response that he can give. An answer for anything that is happening: for his life, for his purpose, for why he had to feel his world burn away. ]

I didn't get it, though. [ His voice is strained and comes out in croaking sounds. Yet somehow, it still has the same arrogance as when he first called out to the guards. ] I guess I'll have to try again when I'm able.

[ And he looks back up. ] Sorry I don't have anything better to say.
hurricaneofblood: ([arrogant] listen to you)

[personal profile] hurricaneofblood 2022-02-22 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Fallen? [ He lifts his hand up and lets gravity drop it back down on the knee rather than trying to put any force in it himself. ] You can come up with something better than that, I hope.

[ Flamebringer can't bring himself to shrug as he continues. ] And how are you better than me right now?
hurricaneofblood: ([somber] ...)

[personal profile] hurricaneofblood 2022-02-22 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, try not to let those delusions hurt you.

[ It's the most that he can say. He doesn't necessarily agree with what the pup's doing, but he isn't gonna argue too loudly about it. Everyone has their own methods of moving forward; Flamebringer's means was seeking an answer in pain and bloodshed, as he always does. So, what can he say? ]

Hoh? I'm famous, am I? Here I didn't think I got talked about all that much. [ Yet somehow, he doesn't sound all that egotistical. It sounds more like amusement than anything else. ] Don't worry. I try to learn the names of people that I hope to fight, too. I was wondering what name I should call you, though.

[ The Sarkaz have their own culture and traditions that go about naming conventions. 'Course, the newer generations don't necessarily follow them. He still was touched enough by the old ways to know them. ]

The name you carry into battle is the one that I recognize you as... so, while here, who are you? [ Indeed, that's the one that matters to him. Life now is going to be a battle regardless of what comes next. ]
hurricaneofblood: ([thoughtful] it doesn't hurt)

[personal profile] hurricaneofblood 2022-02-22 06:21 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm glad. [ And he does, for the most part, sound like he is glad that she saw him. ] It wouldn't do if you tripped over and onto me, right?

What would people think? [ Like that is something anyone would be concerned about at this point and time. But Flamebringer finds his joke to be quite amusing -- his head giving tired little bounces side-to-side, as he chuckles to himself. ]

Not yet. [ He admits to his weakness easily, but there is a dismissive tone about it. ] The strength's not yet returned to me. I hope to have it soon, but for right now, I'm going to rest. [ Pausing, he looks her over. ] I'd say you should do the same, miss.

But you look like if you sat down, you might not get back up.
hurricaneofblood: ([teasing] anyway)

[personal profile] hurricaneofblood 2022-02-22 06:22 pm (UTC)(link)
"Bye, bitch."

Flamebringer calls after him, laughing in the same choked, strained manner that he had before. He had done his service in thanking him -- warning of his illness and giving his name. Anything more that he does would be going too far as far as he was concerned.

So, he can't help but give a jab to the person that helped him as they walk back to camp.
semicharmed: (I'm onto you)

[personal profile] semicharmed 2022-02-22 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Matt follows the path of Ramirra's gaze for a moment, curious. But whatever she's seeing out among the trees and stone, Matt's pretty sure he's missing it.

His attention flickers back to her as she talks, his eyes narrowing. Matt was curious about where her focus was going, but now he's downright rapacious: He may not call cops "guardsmen" or casually refer to holy symbols, but he can see the shape of what she's saying, and it's a good point. ]


Only the hoods really say "cult" to me, [ he observes, ] but I guess that could be culture-bound. Er ... societally derived, whatever.

[ That last set of remarks draws a snort of amusement from him. ]

Wait, before we go any further, what are we betting? [ Matt pats down his pocketless robe. ] I don't have a lot on me right now.
semicharmed: (studying up)

[personal profile] semicharmed 2022-02-22 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Matt isn't super great at reading people, so he can't tell if his new pillar buddy is exhausted or annoyed or angry or something else entirely. Whatever it is, he thinks he's got a right to it. He's just impressed that they all aren't catatonic at this point.

Matt brightens slightly, if ambivalently, at the other guy's assertion that he has experience surviving in the wild. He's about to launch into the pitch for his (bad) plan (that is not a plan) of creating a distraction while the more outdoorsy prisoners make a break for it, but his mind catches on that last phrase. ]


Nuclear winter?

How ... widespread, is that? [ If their homes really are gone, then this question is purely academic. Still, Matt's curiosity is the last thing about him that'll die. ] There was some where I came from, but--only in one country, and awhile back.
dragon_rider: (hiccup372)

[personal profile] dragon_rider 2022-02-22 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It starts as usual dry humor, an awkward attempt at lightening the situation, and his partner goes for it. Rolling to sit up, the young man placed hands on his knees as he turned his attention to the guard. He can't almost feel the man scowling at them from here, as if privy to their conversation, it's almost satisfying. ]

Oh, yeah, definitely. Everyone knows that standing in armor all day is torture. Poor guy's probably chaffed all over, no wonder he's so miserable. It can't be our charming demeanors, after all, we're important guests.

[ If to add to the fact he's dubious even about the joking, he does put finger quotes around the word guest before heaving a breath. It's a big party of some kind, at least — just not for them and more mournful. ]

You know what they say — you don't know what you've got when it's gone. I'm sure their big feast also includes lots of blankets and pillows and we'll be too tired and achy to eat we'll fall fast asleep.
salvageable: (pic#15332057)

[personal profile] salvageable 2022-02-22 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ For a moment, he wonders if he should demand a condition about not asking about the past either. Dokja's memories are halved and it would be troublesome if Joonghyuk were to bring up something he couldn't remember, but making that ask is sure to rouse even more suspicion.

So he stays silent, tries to even out his breathing as the weight of Joonghyuk's hand rests on his head. ]


Damn it, [ he mutters, dragging his hand over his eyes once again. He feels stupid and pathetic right now, and he hastily wipes off the rest of his face before he finally turns back to look at the other man.

Move on. Leave this behind. He's been doing just fine pretending like everything's okay, so what's different this time? This Yoo Joonghyuk doesn't know, and if that face resurfaces the guilt he'd been ignoring, Dokja won't show it. ]


Hey, you're not hurt, are you?

[ After that beating from earlier, he wants to make sure. ]
salvageable: @go_rooi ⇾ (pic#15332088)

[personal profile] salvageable 2022-02-22 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It definitely isn't a pretty sight, and Dokja huffs a laugh at the reaction as he follows after Dextera's gaze. ]

They're taking their time.

[ It's then that he pushes himself back up to his feet to wander over to the nearest unhatched chrysalis. There's no mistaking the human form inside, and Dokja's gaze becomes curious as he peers closer. ]

I wonder how they got us inside.
salvageable: (pic#15344873)

just put me on my side and roll me

[personal profile] salvageable 2022-02-22 07:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[ What an uplifting conversation to have with someone he's just met! Honestly, it's putting some distressing thoughts into Dokja's head. He'd been hoping to avoid talking about himself as much as possible.

His world included. ]


Yeah, it wasn't always like that.

[ The familiar feeling of guilt hangs heavy at his heart. He knows the origins of why things had happened the way they had, but it would kill him to elaborate. Time to swing this around. ]

I take it you didn't have anything like that where you're from, then?
semicharmed: (think about that one)

[personal profile] semicharmed 2022-02-22 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Matt can't help a huff of amusement over "crazy and stupid ideas." Like, okay, nobody likes getting shot down, but this is no time to be precious. He can admit his proposal was ... somewhat unpolished. And if there's one thing guaranteed to move him, it's I'm not abandoning anyone here.

Matt nods slowly, his gaze distant for a moment. Wherever he goes, it doesn't seem to provide the insight he's looking for. ]


Do you have any crazy or stupid ideas to share, then? [ he asks Hiccup. ] Because as far as I can tell, doing nothing has like, an 85% likelihood that we all get sacrificed to a ravenous god.

[ Which is an urge he can understand, in theory. Human sacrifice was allegedly part of Kali worship for many centuries, and the Nahua gods were said to occupy a carousel and blood and service. But understanding doesn't mean he wants to be part of it, however cosmologically justified it may be. ]
salvageable: @pesa21 ⇾ (pic#15332067)

[personal profile] salvageable 2022-02-22 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Oh... Dokja makes a face. He knows the stoic, "lone wolf" type... Of course he does. They're the protagonists of nearly every single fantasy novel he's read. His favorite included.

He clicks his tongue as he finally moves to crouch down beside Eustace so they're more at level with each other. ]


You know... that never ends up working out.

[ It's a story cliche but it's a cliche for a reason. Was it a betrayal that closed off Eustace's heart? A lost loved one? Having never loved at all? Ah, he shouldn't think of people as characters, but it's hard when stories are all he's ever known. ]

Someone's eventually going to wear you down.

[ And then he's quick to point to himself with a shake of his head. ]

Not me, though. I've dealt with enough of your personality type.
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[personal profile] doomsight 2022-02-22 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ With his question, she blinks, the undifferentiated glow of her eyes peering blankly back at him. She hadn't thought that far ahead—or maybe just hadn't thought she needed to think about it at all. ]

Bragging rights? [ Her shoulders roll in another shrug. She cocks her head, the tilt of it almost coy as she peers back at him. ] We need some way to have fun out here. Anyway, [ she goes on, again quick to jump thoughts, ] no one wears a hood like that unless they're trying to look mysterious. Even if there's no cult, it must mean some special rank or another.
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[personal profile] regretsor 2022-02-22 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[Joonghyuk has already mentally decided to keep a close watch on the other. He was still suspicious. Not of the other, but what might have happened. There was something very wrong.

If he watched the other he could also make sure the other safe. Maybe here he could try and protect them. Maybe this time he won’t fail.

The man scoffs.
] It’s nothing so grievous that you have to worry. Besides, this has how it had been the entire trip. [It was likely that the Hylicians would have been kinder had he not been a thorn in their side the whole time.

It’s probably more obvious now that they were in closer proximity of each other. There were obvious new bruises and scratches, but there was also older ones that had a day or two to heal.

The man certainly has decided to be difficult no matter where he was.
] They stopped pulling their punches when it came to me awhile ago.
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[personal profile] getting_better 2022-02-22 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Search and Destroy."

[ He says, though casually the grim implication is clear as he nods towards a group of slain fighters that's some of the furthest ones from them. Studying their positioning, it looks as if they were trying to run away, from either the conflict or their would be executors is not know - just the fact they tried to run. ]

Trying to guess how they knew is a bit moot at this point, I think. For now, lets keep our heads down, expectations low, and pray that no one pisses them off.

[ A beat. ]

By throwing rocks at them, for example.

[ He says with a grin to try and lighten their predicament. A bit of teasing should do just that. ]
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[personal profile] allusive 2022-02-22 07:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Comforting.

[ It's what she assumes as well, though, so it isn't as if Yuya has the wrong idea. But what that is, however... Her gaze briefly roams the stones in a vain effort to look for anything that will give an indication of what's to be done. Language, runes? Even a particular structure-- An altar, even. That seems most likely. ]

Does any of this seem familiar to you?
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[personal profile] allusive 2022-02-22 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's just a slight turn of her head when he addresses her, enough for Shaye to have him in her sights. The scrutiny isn't something she misses, not at all; for her part, she doesn't even acknowledge it but for the faintest pause where her hand is roaming, as if to say she's well aware what it looks like. She doesn't want to attract any more attention than his, frankly. Her thumb runs along the slip of stone, producing only smooth edges and disappointment.

To bend down and pick up a stone would immediately cause trouble. She can't risk going that far. But there has to be some kind of jagged edge somewhere for her to try, dammit. ]


Do you think it's only meant to intimidate us, then? [ Quieter still, she adds: ] Or do you think there's substance behind it?

[ They're armed; whatever manner of whip they're using must be ensorcelled. They have the means cause drastic harm if they so wish. But they've shown no cause to harm further than is necessary. Why? ]
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[personal profile] allusive 2022-02-22 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Try as she might, he manages to get a brief twist of her lips that might have resembled a smile at one point. How irritating. ]

I think they would find us dullards incapable of managing on their own. [ Her gaze briefly wanders elsewhere, trying to track how many people are in the same predicament as they are. A dozen, maybe more? ] ...But I suspect they have more important things to manage than to wonder too much about it.

[ He isn't wrong, though; if she'd not been paying attention, she very well could have tripped over him, landed poorly, and been stuck on the ground without a way to get back up. Her strength's only carried her so far and, frankly, much of that is from sheer force of stubborn will. If she should sit, she'd likely not be able to rise again. A quiet stab in her thoughts feels like shame, quickly overpowered by the exhaustion she feels.

She bends, just a little, to better look at him. And to (maybe) take some tension off of her legs by bending her knees. ]
You might be right about that. But I don't believe it's safe to do so, either. [ Not when she doesn't know where she is. ] Unless you're familiar with this place...?
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[personal profile] lyorning 2022-02-22 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Mine? I showed little aptitude nor inclination as a youth, so I did not pursue the study beyond the basics.

If we speak of the sorcery of the Empire, it is... useful enough that its lack had altered life in the Empire immensely. And I have met at least one Easterner, a noble, who considered a period of serfdom to one of our lords a satisfactory price for the link to the Orb to permit his use of sorcery.

[ Which, given that the man then left and returned to his own lands and titles (and then plotted a small war with the Empire over border territories) was not how it was supposed to work, but foreigners were in that class of 'either have no honor, or their notion of honor is different enough that it makes no difference' in his head. Certainly, deception for military purposes was... if not honorable, then at least not dishonorable as it was understood by generals as part of the rules of engagement. Anyway, what was mostly long ago politics (especially by Eastern standards -- the man was hundreds of years dead) was a safe topic of conversation. ]
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so sorry for the delay!

[personal profile] bearshermark 2022-02-22 08:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[He frowns as he approaches, of a mind to look the man over for injuries- not that he can do too much about such things at the moment.

'Kids'. He supposes, compared to some, though this man doesn't appear to be all that old.

Eleven settles near with a thoughtful hum]


I think they've taken everyone that's been reborn. I've never heard of a place of rebirth such as that one.
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[personal profile] bearshermark 2022-02-22 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Eleven turned a look on the soul, eyes full of a soft pity.

"This is the Void," he said gently. "Souls return here seeking their rebirth. I was told the path ahead is closed, but.."

Something about this place lent him to doubt- an energy about it. He shrugged with a slight smile. "I think we should see for ourselves."