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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.

eolja: tbh would anyone want this icon tho (tits out wounds out)

ii no naked seonho for u

[personal profile] eolja 2022-02-14 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Seonho looks at Dokja's hand like he's considering NOT taking it, but then a guard glances over in their direction and well, he grits his teeth and accepts the hand of this complete stranger. He's better than the guards hovering over them, at least, though that's no real comfort to Seonho whose paranoia has only been growing with every day spent in captivity.

He releases Dokja's hand, moving his fingers up to brush the strands of hair from his face. There's a bruise growing at the corner of his chin, and his lip is split, but it's fine.]


If you're planning on using me to make a break for it, then I'd prefer not to be involved.

[do NOT trip into his dick dokja]
goldendeceiver: (no need to)

[personal profile] goldendeceiver 2022-02-14 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ If it's in his interest to downplay his own knowledge further later, Ernesto will be sure to drop the fact that he was the former deputy director of trade in the city he lived in for a number of years. It's hard to say yet just how much of a hand he should or shouldn't show to his fellow captives, but he's playing most of it close to his chest for now.

It's probably better to look like a useless idiot at the moment, and save his tricks for when he really needs them.

The question, as simple as it is, has Ernesto's mind flitting briefly back to the sinking feeling of an obliterated world. It's something he can't afford to dwell on right now though, especially because there isn't a good reason to trust that feeling. Instead of showing much reaction though, he hums in mild agreement, happy enough to latch onto the next thing this man has to say instead.
]

And what makes you say that?

[ This man has heard it too, hasn't he? The muttered mentions of rituals... ]
intermingled: ([malagraphic]ik7PsgQ)

in the woods somewhere

[personal profile] intermingled 2022-02-14 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
I do not.

[ Spock stands straight and tall, hands behind his back as he studies the people around him and the space they now inhabit. He truly doesn't know much about how they'd arrived here or what these people may want with them, but he's doing his best to have all the information available carefully catalogued in his eidetic memory. ]

But I believe some sort of cultural superstition may be at play in all of this.
eolja: (damseling)

i wake up

[personal profile] eolja 2022-02-14 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
[just two bros... standing five feet apart completely naked because they've been birthed from chrysalises,

It takes a moment for Seonho to register that Ernesto is speaking to him, and the wild look in his eyes takes a moment to fade when he turns to look. There's gunk in his hair and he's as naked as the day he was born, without any convenient tails to help cover him. He'd be embarrassed if he wasn't trying to reorient himself,

and possibly look less inclined to violence.]


-- What?

[sorry ernesto, HE'S NAKED AND HE NEEDS A MINUTE. he tries to get up, but he stumbles and lands hard back on one knee,]
brutallyefficient: (Blue Caustics)

[personal profile] brutallyefficient 2022-02-14 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
Sure.

[ It seems like a reasonable enough solution. He tries to stand in an effort to help his newfound acquaintance, but his feet refuse to move. Standing in and of itself is difficult enough.

Instead, he tries directing. ]


There's a large fracture in the crystal at 10 o'clock. If you try and dislodge it, That should make the task of getting free much easier.

[ Hopefully that would help. ]

My name is Connor, by the way. What's your name?
coupris: (it's gonna be so quiet in here tonight)

[personal profile] coupris 2022-02-14 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Kim can tell it's not meant as an insult; he still has a mental shitkid to Revacholian dictionary, after all. In fact, he just smirks. Blunt or not, it's truer than Gen realizes.

Kim follows his gaze, for all the good it does him. The shapes of their captors at least stand out by color. With all the arrivals in light, dingy robes, their armored presence is darker and larger.

At Gen's suggestion, however, Kim pointedly turns his eyes from the guards again.]


To what end?
salvageable: @pesa21 ⇾ (pic#15332067)

[personal profile] salvageable 2022-02-14 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ With how much testing he'd done earlier, Dokja knows how far is too far and he makes sure to pointedly keep to the designated perimeter. He'll walk in enough circles if he has to if it means a fraction more distance from those guards.

And in the same way that this stranger had been watching him, Dokja had been doing the same. It's one of the reasons why he'd helped him up off the ground, invited him for a walk, because there's nothing better to help his image than hanging around with someone carefully cultivating their own. ]


They're less than ideal, agreed.

[ Boring small talk is a thing he can do with ease as he brings a smile to his own face. ]

Have you tried the food yet? Now there's something to complain about.
goldendeceiver: (all these years later)

[personal profile] goldendeceiver 2022-02-14 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ With the situation looking as bleak as it is right now, what's the harm in a little rebellion talk? Besides, Ernesto has already seen people actively try to rebel, and so far all they've gotten is a beat down. He's taken his fair share of lumps before, and while he doesn't relish the idea of taking more, he'll still take his chances here.

It's clearly worth the conversation, because a bond with the weapon isn't something that Ernesto had considered before. His brows raise, and for once there is a small, thoughtful frown on his face as he considers this.

For all that he's weapons familiar, he tends to trade in the more typical variety. Sure he's had some interesting modifications made on weapons he's procured in the past before, but he can't say that's one of them.
]

Is that something you're familiar with?

[ He's not necessarily trying to probe into the man's personal business, because he'll be honest it doesn't interest in that much right now. If he knows something about weapons that can only be used by one person though, it might be good to know what to look out for. ]
goldendeceiver: (your broken records and words)

LMAO thank you for this very important gif

[personal profile] goldendeceiver 2022-02-14 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ouch. Ernesto very visibly winces in sympathy at that fall. That one had to hurt.

While he wants to know what the hell is happening here, he has the distinct impression this man is not going to be the one to answer his questions. Still, he started the conversation, so he won't abandon it immediately.

Besides, he's feeling too spent from clawing his way out of his own chrysalis to really get up and walk away right now.

So he'll hold up the hand that isn't currently holding his tail in place, and offer the other man a weak smile and a laugh.
]

Take a second if you need one right now. I can wait.
afewstraythoughts: (04)

[personal profile] afewstraythoughts 2022-02-14 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
Hythlodaeus can almost feel the moment Emet-Selch begins to cave. That, at least, hasn't been colored by whatever strangeness is in the air between them. He lets out a breath as soon as he sees the resignation start to settle into his friend's features, raising a hand to not-so-subtly stifle a chuckle as Emet-Selch finally relents.

"A true beacon of hospitality," he probably shouldn't sound this cheerful given their current circumstances, but Hythlodaeus never did lose that tone, even in the midst of their world falling apart. Even as the aether withered and died and whispers in the streets turned to sacrifices. "Who am I to turn down such a heartfelt offer?"

It's a tease, one that's as easy and familiar as breathing to Hythlodaeus, so he doesn't even pause before walking past Emet-Selch to settle on the ground by the fire with a quiet sigh, rolling his shoulders as he settles, exhaustion still wreaking havoc on his body in a way he's not used to. But he doesn't even wait before he begins talking, sure that even if Emet-Selch busies himself in a way that makes it look like he's not paying attention, he most certainly is.

"I made my way here the way most people seem to have. I was in Amaurot, and then I was... well, asleep is the easiest way to describe it. Walking endlessly in the light until I woke up encased in some form of crystal."
semicharmed: (chiaroscuro)

[personal profile] semicharmed 2022-02-14 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ Honestly, as soon as the other man started talking, Matt realized perhaps the most damning tell of all: they are both wearing identical white robes. Sure, the other guy fills his out better than Matt does, but that's immaterial. The point is that they are definitely, one hundred percent, about to get thrown into a volcano.

The feeling of realization is so sudden and complete that it almost feels good, despite its utterly depressing nature. Matt even manages a brief, damp brightening at the mention of magic. It's quick to fade--he's tried to cast spells since arriving here, and none of them have worked. ]


Some cosmologies where I come from-- [ Came from? ] --hold that the universe is fueled by blood. If things get bad enough, it might be reasonable to make, you know, an outsize number of sacrifices.

[ He huffs a sigh, slumping against the stone edifice. ]
goldendeceiver: (to make your own demands)

[personal profile] goldendeceiver 2022-02-14 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ What a mutually beneficially arrangement this could potentially be for the both of them, if it weren't for the fact that the guards are hanging around too close for Ernesto to ask any meaningful questions.

He can play the waiting game as well as the next person though, and will keep up this banal conversation for as long as he has to in order to tire and bore their shadows.
]

Aha...

[ Ernesto's ears flatten back at the mention of the food, playing it up a little to seem more engaged. ]

It reminds me how much I don't miss military rations.
apathie: (005)

nehan | granblue fantasy | seeker

[personal profile] apathie 2022-02-14 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
a: capture (cw: nudity)
[nehan bares his fangs once, before quieting down-- a warning, rather than an attempt at intimidation or an impending attack. without his gun or his knife, nehan cant actually do much to them, but he hopes that the sight of his teeth, accompanied by all the scars on his body, the tattered fur on his ears, will deter more abuse.]

I can walk. [he already has a leash around his neck, like a dog. he doesn't need to be dragged. but, miracle of miracles, they allow him to walk by himself, even if nehan cant actually control the route he takes. this is enough-- he was already close to being a person, in stardust town, away from the magasin as he tortured six, he'll be damned if he lets them drag him around.

he's not even ashamed of being naked in the woods, looking larger than his obviously small frame, several inches shorter than his captors. though he does narrow his eyes at any other captives around him. trying to size them up.]


b: waiting
[nehan wanders the edge of the forest and around the ruins, having shown that even if he has teeth, he's going to be an obedient dog. for now.

but he's well aware that others did not, and he wanders back around to the captives that they have, the ones who don't have the freedom that he does. and he singles out those who are by themselves, well away from the others. curiosity makes his ear flick, makes him wander over to his fellow captive.]


Did you fight them? [he may ask that, but nehan is already under the impression that they did.] Strict, aren't they.

[not really a question.]

wildcard
[[ bring your own prompt! feel free to pm me if you want to talk it out. i also have info and permissions on his journal if you want to read up on him first. please read the permissions especially, since nehan comes with a lot of warnings. ]]
Edited 2022-02-14 03:07 (UTC)
goldendeceiver: (all these years later)

i

[personal profile] goldendeceiver 2022-02-14 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ Time feels a bit liminal and strange right now, and Ernesto can't say how long he existed in that strange dream-like space. He also can't tell how long he's been struggling to get out of this chrysalis, but he knows that he's felt increasingly distressed as time passed with him still locked within it's confines.

Bursting free and finally spilling out of the thing should feel like a huge relief to him, but instead the minute Ernesto's knees him the rocky ground, a different rocky object smacks him right in the head.

Weakened or not, that was some good aim!

Unfortunately for Ernesto, who places one hand on the ground for stability, and holds the other hand to his forehead as his whole skull throbs in pain over that hit. The floppy ears on top of his head pin back, and he lets out a pained, wordless groan in response to the warning.

What a hell of a way to wake from an already nightmarish dream.
]
coerthantorment: (20)

captivity

[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-02-14 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
This man might be the first one to say it so explicitly. In sharp contrast, Estinien has been fighting tooth and nail every step of the way - at least as much as the whip's magical binds would allow - but he seems no less devasted by his loss of power and control. He feels it acutely, the lack of strength in his body, the lack of the weapon at his side. Even Nidhogg's aether has fallen silent.

Yet no silence cuts as deeply as the one that came after he felt it all fade away in that vision of his. To hear someone else speak of it bring it sharply back into focus, as if the passing of time since waking has dulled it not at all.

He can't process this. It's not possible.

"They can't be," he says through gritted teeth, more for himself than Binghe. All the same, his heart aches in his chest.
aquaveiled: (himeka-444)

in the days of eld we had limitless semi-conductors

[personal profile] aquaveiled 2022-02-14 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
Hasn't tried? That comes to her as a surprise. She doesn't picture him as the sort of person to suffer here for long if it could be avoided, which...would lead her to believe that it couldn't be avoided.

Or mayhaps he's simply biding his time, if she believes what he's implying here. Himeka lowers her hand and gives it a moment's due consideration.

"Does that mean that you have a plan?"

Which would honestly be preferred, even if he doesn't think she is worth being privy to it. The thought that someone with his power could be contained here doesn't bode much better for her situation. And that is where the fear truly lies.
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[personal profile] salvageable 2022-02-14 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ Cool! Dokja was right to label him a jerk. Sometimes his snap judgement of others is okay to have, there's no way it can always be a flaw. 🤪

But hm, at least he does get an answer to a previous question, and it must be strange to see a flash of relief cross Dokja's face when the reply is so... dreadful. ]


That's good, [ he says with a sigh, his eyes scanning the rest of the cavern filled with crytals. ] There's no way... Not for all of us...

[ Dokja murmurs to himself now, deep in thought. What could possibly be so powerful to destroy entire worlds? Surely it has to be a lie. It has to be. He'll convince himself if he has to. ]
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[personal profile] lockedon 2022-02-14 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ This guy's got 99 problems and having to deal with a teenage girl is at least 49 of them.

He shoots her a Look, the kind that says I don't give a damn about your petty protests and folds his arms across his chest. The silence that stretches between them matches his posture, stiff and unyielding. He's always been overly serious by nature, a realist bordering on pessimist, and that's not something that'll be changing any time soon despite his youthful company.

But—underneath all the stone, there's a corner of softness. He slows and then stills, gaze lifting to scan her in a clinical fashion. ]


Are you hurt?
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[personal profile] devilmancrybaby 2022-02-14 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
Ritual?

[ Binghe sits up a little, a frown pinching his brows together. If someone had said something like that before now, wouldn't he have heard--? No, he reminds himself; of course not. He no longer has a cultivator's exceptional hearing. It makes sense that this man who's just been pushed down next to him might have overheard something already that he hadn't.

He leans closer, speaking in a low voice. ]


I haven't heard anything about it. Senior, kindly share what you've heard..?
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but... 선호 오라버님 🥺...

[personal profile] salvageable 2022-02-14 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ A single look is enough to tell Dokja that this guy is not the cooperative type. Well, it's not like he'd been looking to cause trouble anyway. Not when he's as powerless as he is.

So he shakes his head, not making a move to start their walk just yet. ]


Nothing like that.

[ His gaze fixes itself on that busted lip. ]

Though it looks like you already tried an attempt or two.
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[personal profile] lockedon 2022-02-14 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ That's good??? Who's the insane one here, him or this guy?

In the same way relief flickers onto and vanishes from Dokja's face, disbelief briefly skates across Eustace's face before he shutters it away. In what universe could the destruction of worlds possibly be seen as a good thing?

By now, some of his strength has returned to him, and he's a little more steady on his feet as he hoists himself up in a crouch to match Dokja's own. His voice, at least, rings clear when he asks a question of his own. ]


What do you mean?
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[personal profile] aquaveiled 2022-02-14 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ Himeka isn't much of a suspicious person herself. If anything, she's far too trusting, though that has ebbed over the last few years, in a seemingly endless series of hard but much needed lessons. She's better for it, but right now one doesn't need much skepticism to find the situation they've found themselves in troubling.

Visions of the star she had worked so hard to save crumbling--and the beyond to which she travelled to do that made it seem like all for naught. But the validity of these visions had yet to be proven. She has to hold onto hope.

And rather than dwell on these thoughts, she wanders. Staying still and in one place for too long has ever been a recipe for disaster so Himeka distracts herself by exploring as far as the guards will allow without giving her the stink eye or worse. It's in rounding one of the larger pillars that she realizes she's come upon someone's personal little encampment. ]


Oh! Sorry...

[ Mayhaps they were looking for a little privacy thems--

--wait a second. ]


...Hythlodaeus?
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[personal profile] edgevassal 2022-02-14 03:44 am (UTC)(link)
[It almost occurs to him to be offended by "senior," but really they all have much bigger problems right now. And, to be fair, he is rather gaunt.]

Hm.

[Hubert closes the gap in turn, though he tries to make it look at though they're huddling together for warmth rather than conspiring, considering what their anonymous guards have previously done with those who show signs of resistance. His eyes dart quickly to ensure none of them are in earshot, or looking at them too closely, nevertheless.

It isn't in his nature to lean on strangers as potential allies, but he really has no choice here. He's close to powerless on his own.]


Very little. I overheard only a mention of a space being prepared and nothing else. I'd rather not stay around to find out what it is, myself.
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[personal profile] devilmancrybaby 2022-02-14 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
It's clear enough that this man is saying this for the sake of his own heart. It would be cruel, probably, to press on it. Luo Binghe doesn't care. He's angry and upset and if there's a reason to think that isn't what's happened, he wants to hear it.

He narrows his eyes.

"Why? You felt it."
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[personal profile] affal 2022-02-14 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
( there were plenty of minor and middling demons that wouldn't have been able to meet makoto's gaze so readily, but then again, his reputation preceded him there — the mysterious former human that J had taken in as his ward, who had taken to the turbulent waters of hell far better than someone with his history should have been able to. that ignorance probably helps here, sure, but makoto isn't willing to write it all off as that. the other boy has an iron nerve, enough to help buoy him through interacting with a creature who is clearly no longer human.

but he doesn't miss that faint twitch of the eye either. he suppresses the instinct for his smile to take a far more impish twist. anything he learned about what it was that the stranger despised was another piece of ammunition he could slip subtly up his sleeve for later.

his eyebrows arch leadingly at the stranger's brusque assertion — he would hate to have it pointed out to him, but it's very much a response that he's picked up from J, something to egg him into continuing without giving away too much of his own thoughts on the matter. he is more observant than he would expect of many high school delinquents, though to stop there is a race only half-run. his inferences aren't really on the nose, but it's at least an effort. makoto lifts a hand to thumb the ridge of his jaw, his pale eyes tracking the line of the gesture toward where the armed guards stood, ringing their encampment.

he seems to take it into careful consideration for a moment before his smile returns, slick and oddly serpentine. )
I would have considered it, but I've already found them to be... less than talkative on the way here, ( said as he moves the same hand away from his jaw and towards his throat — it's easy to miss, given how distracting the scar and stitches there are, but there are some fading bruises camouflaged in the same place, courtesy of one of those whips. he sweeps his hair over one shoulder. ) I'm not expecting anyone to have answers. Just passing the time.

( a lie, of course — he's trying to measure the people he finds himself surrounded by — but makoto has found being underestimated can give him useful advantages. one can think of him as a coward all they like, because in certain ways they would be correct, but it carries its own risk — it only makes it more of a shock when it becomes apparent what he's capable of. )

Besides, ( he continues, his tone honeying, ) it doesn't seem like that approach has been going all that well for you so far.