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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.

passio: (pic#12160326)

don’t worry on both counts i’m also bad at charades :’)

[personal profile] passio 2022-02-27 07:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ it’s progress. dextera pauses briefly, and he decides to take this conclusion as a small victory. he can’t speak, nor can the birds in his world—but the silence of nature is maybe too abstract a concept to communicate with one or two waves of the hand.

so he nods, confirming the guess. maybe it was already obvious that he can’t speak, or maybe it just seemed like he was being quiet for the benefit of his surroundings. ]




[ inevitably, though, he wonders if he should leave it there. a bird twitters again. he hurriedly points in its direction, and then spreads his palm to messily write a word with his other band’s index finger—“first.”

shamefully, the first birdsong he can recall hearing. ]
affal: (108)

[personal profile] affal 2022-02-27 09:00 am (UTC)(link)
( to say he'd been happy about it might be a stretch, but makoto is still adjusting to the concept of his potentially being once again mortal (and therefore able to actually be killed). whether or not his flippancy at the idea of his own death is either left as remainder from an adjustment to being functionally immortal as a demon or him just not really caring one way or another was... up in the air.

no, no, he doesn't want to die before he accomplishes his revenge against J. he's sticking to that, though the fact that it is seemingly once more a possibility is... intriguing. maybe that'd been it?

what was that? that almost sounds like an apology dying on his lips? is he not so mute as he appears? )
Don't you dare apologize, ( and his tone isn't exactly sharp but it does cut nonetheless, quick and concise in its delivery, even if it is disconcerting how lightly it is he discusses his own potential murder. ) You showing sign that you might throttle me is the most exciting thing you've done thus far. I'm more curious why you stopped.

( he had admitted he was a demon, after all. it's not unheard of for humans to want to kill them, unholy creatures that they are? )
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[personal profile] affal 2022-02-27 09:16 am (UTC)(link)
( it's incredibly likely that abel would burn through makoto's (admittedly finite) patience with his... you know... everything that he is, but it wouldn't necessarily be the first time. it depends entirely on how interesting he is and what it is he might have to offer him! if makoto found him a good source of information or a good agent he might be able to rely upon either for his protection or anything else, he might be one of the very best friends abel's ever had!

though, given how he continues... that might be questionable. makoto's expression falls a degree as he thinks something along the lines of, if you're going to compliment me, at least make it a little more believable...

because this demon looks like he probably weighs a hundred pounds soaking wet, and even before having had all of his demonic abilities taken away from him, he'd needed the protection from bigger, stronger patrons in hell to keep him safe. )


Rest assured, it has worn on me as well, but we must both be strong. ( is all he says, diplomatically.

he retrieves his hand as it's relinquished, setting abel in a receptive gaze as he continues. ah. in the fiction that he's laying out, it's not like makoto would've cared what might happen to all of them, but this human has proven himself to be altogether more soft-hearted and, well... human.

which makoto has nothing but contempt for, but at least it makes more sense than how human other demons can seem sometimes. that's what really churns his stomach. )


Oh, of course. We will need someone to wait on us, won't we? ( his hand flips in a gesture that seems to indicate that much was obvious. )
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[personal profile] affal 2022-02-27 09:45 am (UTC)(link)
( when makoto had still been human, he would've most likely agreed. he would've also turned away from designating himself as one of those good and decent people, of course, but he would acknowledge that it was a quality that could exist in others. years as a demon had warped that, but of course it would. demons are even more predisposed towards selfishness, because it was by stamping their existence upon the world that they ensured they would remain in it (and they were after all in the end... demons). that, and he had only ever seen humans through windows into their lowest points — it was incredibly rare for a human to summon a demon for a contract for good and noble reasons...

even makoto's had been selfish when he'd done it, though he had found the trappings of faux-nobility to wrap it in.

he turns to beam at ernesto. )
Good. I'm happy to have found someone so diligent among us. That might end up being important.

( just like a demon to value someone who respects the inherent power of a contract... )

Might I ask your name?
killandrecycle: (Totally believable smile)

Re: waiting

[personal profile] killandrecycle 2022-02-27 09:46 am (UTC)(link)
[The response obviously sours the girl's already bad mood, but she has no counter for it. Its not like she can deny she's being carted to some unknown location as well. So instead all Jinx gets in response is a scowl.

She's actually mildly surprised at the question, and its enough to lighten the look on her face ever so slightly, changing to confusion rather then annoyance.]

Who AM I? You really must be..

[There's a short pause.]

No, wait, you're a human, aren't you? I guess that explains why you wouldn't know. You probably live in some backwater world that no one cares about, don't you? Have you ever even SEEN a demon before? I could probably destroy your entire world by myself. Or at least I could if I could figure out why my damned powers aren't working!

[The little thump of her hand hitting the side of the cart certainly doesn't make her seem formidable.]
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[personal profile] affal 2022-02-27 09:56 am (UTC)(link)
( anything for a break in the monotony. makoto can be a remarkably patient creature, depending on the circumstances, but there's only so much of this interminable waiting that he can take.

hiccup sits up to fix the guard in question as an unwilling third member in their conversation (several dozen yards between then notwithstanding), but makoto is even more brazen. he remains horizontal on his bedroll, but he turns on his side toward the guard, resting his head in one hand as he props it up with an elbow. it makes it even more terribly obvious that the two are talking about him, but... he must not be able to allow a gap in the perimeter, because he isn't budging. )


Oh, of course. Look at him now. The way his face is contorting into that terrible frown... He's just disappointed that we have to see him in a state like this. What a terrible impression it'll make, after all.

( all first impressions were already well and truly made for all of these soldiers as far as makoto was concerned, however, and they were piss-poor. he isn't sure he'll ever be in a state to make good on the simmering, prickling feeling of anger he feels towards them, but if he does... he's a terrible enemy to make, regardless of appearances.

in a deliberate contrast to that, however, he makes his smile warm as he looks back toward his companion. )
We've been through such an ordeal these last few weeks... Certainly that's been a part of the plan all along. That, and waking up to a fully-stocked wardrobe, so we don't have to wear these dreadful things any longer.

( he's tired of feeling like some bedraggled altar boy, let alone the fact that they haven't really been given ample opportunity to wash the damn things. )
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[personal profile] baltimores 2022-02-27 10:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ Amos blinks, confusion in his eyes. He doesn't get why he shouldn't say it when it's the truth. Doesn't really get where the mourning is coming from, either. Everything's dead; you can't bring the dead back to life; all there is is to move forward or join everything else. And he's just kinda promised to move forward, so.

He's a little lost. He doesn't want to contradict Abel or make him feel bad or anything like that, but this is a disconnect he's just not gonna be able to bridge.

So, tentatively, Amos nods, even though he clearly doesn't understand. But he's upset Abel. Really, really doesn't like that. So he owes him this much. ]


I'll follow your lead.

[ That's as much as he can reasonably commit to. Hope isn't exactly in his vocabulary, isn't exactly something he can fake all that well. But he never says shit for the sake of it; Amos means it when he says that. He's made a life out of following other people's leads — it's just time for the next version of that, apparently. ]

Don't got anyone else here. So, yeah. I'll follow your lead 'til I can't anymore.

[ There's a limit to how much he can promise. Maybe they'll get separated for whatever reason. Maybe it really is all hopeless and there isn't a whole lot of forward to go from here. But until he's cut off, he can do this much, so he will. ]
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[personal profile] passio 2022-02-27 11:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ the sound isn’t so difficult to make without a voice, and it’s the one indication he can give. it was an impending apology, and therefore makoto’s almost lighthearted dismissal is both intuitive and unwelcome.

—so dextera thinks logically, at least, but a further probe into his own feelings finds that it’s not guilt, but a strange sense of acceptance, even relief, that someone has brushed off the murder attempt. of course he’s not quite grateful for it, nor does it motivate him to try again—but logical understanding that he is in the wrong and the presented fact that makoto doesn’t seem to hold it against him are in contest. dextera is inclined to take the less painful route when it comes to his feelings. ]




[ he still gives a cursory shake of the head, polite in a way that’s nearly comical considering the circumstances. he brushes away the place where they’ve written their names for a clean slate. for the sake of speed, he clips his thoughts to only the most important words, even at the risk of making himself look like an idiot. ]

No killing
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[personal profile] contentsunderpressure 2022-02-27 02:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jinx just laughed in the face of the demon's bluster. There was little to find amusing in this hell of a place, so you had to take what you could get.]

I've never met a demon before, or even know what they are, but if they're all like you, I wouldn't be too worried.
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[personal profile] lyorning 2022-02-27 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Aerich approves of the plan of not dwelling on things. He already had trouble focusing on any memories without feeling intense grief, and considering if everything else was also gone was not something he could afford to dwell on. ]

Yes. It is good we are not alone. Even if we are without other resources.
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[personal profile] bloodsins 2022-02-27 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Vicious glances back over at that and for a brief moment, his expression goes unreadable. He isn't one to bother hiding how he feels, but something about that just doesn't sit right with him.

But it passes quickly and he shrugs.]


Kinda hard to avoid that, 'specially since we don't know what the hell's goin' on here, but I guess I can try not to worry you too much.

[It's light and flippant; a deflection so he doesn't have to stop and think about his own feelings.]
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[personal profile] wolof 2022-02-27 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Quite. Let's go see if we can meet any others here, then?

[ Her smile was polite, this time. Gods below, but at least she wasn't waking up alone in all of this. If one could imagine... ]

Thank you, by the way, for finding me. Perhaps we can offer such a kindness to others, as well.
killandrecycle: (Embarrased)

[personal profile] killandrecycle 2022-02-27 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
What did you say?!

[Without being able to back up her words, the girl's anger came across as little more then a tantrum. She wanted nothing more then to just lunge forward and throttle the life out of the girl, but at the moment, she was no threat and even SHE knew it. It did nothing to temper her pride, however. After a few moments, the demonic girl's fists unclench, and she leans back. The rage fade from her face, but her overall mood had clearly not improved.]

Okay. Fine. I suppose this is about all I could expect from a human. There's a reason we haven't even bothered with your worlds, you know. Do you have a name, human? I don't mind really care, I just want to know what to call you when I inevitably kill you.
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[personal profile] aquaveiled 2022-02-28 03:18 am (UTC)(link)
Perhaps. She'd considered it but really can't say one way or the other. They weren't given much time to investigate their surroundings once they emerged and, despite her own propensity to fight back, she had also been quickly subdued. Not a very good showing for the Warrior of Light.

"I'd thought so too," she says with a nod. "But other than that, there's nothing that I could recognize. There was a sort of sig--"

"Quiet down there!"

One of the guards barks, bringing the edge of a coiled whip close to Himeka's neck. Not activated, but in warning. She spares Estinien an apologetic glance.
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[personal profile] coerthantorment 2022-02-28 03:51 am (UTC)(link)
Estinien flinches at the sudden intervention from the guards, but just as quickly that surprise turns to anger. The guard makes a threatening gesture towards her, and as much on instinct as anything else, Estinien snarls, snapping as if he's prepared to try biting them. Since no one was focusing on controlling him in that particular moment, he managed to jolt towards them - yet, it's only a matter of moments before his bindings are seized, and so is his body.

He compulsively slams himself back against the wall of the boat, squirming against the force of will opposing his own, feeling the thunk of wood against the back of his skull. One of the guard's feet follows soon after, shoving against his chest and holding him pinned. He can feel it grinding against the strange orb of crystal that's somehow fused itself into his chest.

"Enough," the guard pinning him demands. Estinien exhales raggedly.
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[personal profile] goldendeceiver 2022-02-28 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ If talking to her and agreeing to whatever kind of alliance she wants means she stops throwing rocks his way? Then Ernesto is happy to do that for her.

That's why when she makes the offer he's quick to hold up a hand, palm out towards her in a motion he hopes keeps her from acting.
]

That's okay. I've always been better at fighting up close than at any kind of range.

[ If she doesn't have the energy to get up and explore, he doesn't want her to try and get those rocks to him some other way. ]
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[personal profile] goldendeceiver 2022-02-28 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ All that considered it certainly wouldn't surprise Ernesto if he knew the full truth both of and behind Makoto's opinions. It wouldn't necessarily change his own in this particular case though. Something about letting your feelings on humanity be swayed by a demon seems like a very poor idea.

Assuming of course he ever finds out, or that Makoto can't eventually persuade him of something else. He's certainly making a decent enough argument for why someone might want to agree to terms their captors offer them, though it'll take a lot to buy Ernesto at this point.
]

I think you're expecting too much just from a little wariness on my part.

[ He chuckles dismissively, as if his diligence is hardly of consequence, even if it sometimes feels like the only thing Ernesto has going for him. ]

It's Ernesto. And what about you, Mr...?
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[personal profile] salvageable 2022-02-28 06:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ Aah, it's really frustrating when all they can do is swap theories back and forth. An eventual answer will come as it always does, but who knows what position they'll be in at that time?

Well, probably as powerless as they are now. ]


It's a possibility.

[ Dokja's no stranger to the existence of different worlds... Different universes, in fact. But he's never experienced anything like this before, on such a grand scale too in order to bring so many people together. ]

I'm thinking the dream we all shared has something to do with it.
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i am encased in dread actually

[personal profile] salvageable 2022-02-28 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ This is like the dreaded text message of a significant other asking their partner to "talk" but they don't elaborate right away and leave the other party to spiral into an anxious mess.

No? Just Dokja? ]


Ah, I suppose that's okay.

[ He's slightly thrown by the sudden question, but hey, he's a liar. If it's too personal, then he can lie his way right out of it. ]
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[personal profile] salvageable 2022-02-28 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
[ There are enough gamer protags out there. Let Dokja read in peace.

His gaze follows Eustace's to the guards, and he silently agrees. This would be quite a different picture if Dokja had his abilities with him, but he's somehow been nerfed to hell and back. The only evidence he has that he was once someone who could hold his own in battle are the permanently crisscrossed marks across his hands.

Since the rest of his body is meh. ]


Whips...?

[ No, his mind does not go there. Instead, his eyes slide over to the whips in the hands of the soldiers, and his brows furrow in concern before an incredulous laugh escapes him. ]

And people call me reckless.

[ He turns to Eustace with a frown, laughter instantly gone. What sort of ideas are germinating in that head of his... ]

You're not actually thinking about that, are you?
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sorry for the delay!! you know… life...

[personal profile] passio 2022-02-28 11:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ dextera hadn’t thought of it in that way, that they were somehow taken and put inside these organic chambers. his expression turns briefly thoughtful instead of disgusted, as he gazes at the hazy form of a human—or at least a humanoid. ]



[ he looks down at his hands, rubbing his fingers together. by now, the slight film of being ‘reborn’ has dried. were they really just stuffed in there by some greater force?

he motions for dokja to look, and writes a quick question on his own palm. ]


Who?
inutilis: (☼ wistful nostalgia.)

[personal profile] inutilis 2022-02-28 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Abel sees the disconnect, some gnawing emptiness that lingers in Amos's eyes, a genuine confusion that is glaringly lacking any form of distress. this is one scenario when seeing someone upset might be a comfort; this hollowness, the absence of any will to fight for something this man has already decided is good and gone and beyond him, is...

...ah. Amos...

despite the easy acquiescence and agreeability, there is a noticeable slump in Abel's shoulders as he realizes that this is not something any amount of verbal encouragement will disperse in his friend. whether a byproduct of this man's natural outlook or because of the crushing weight of that dream of a broken universe... the hope for anything more than this is dead. it breaks Abel's heart, makes him want to continue to plead with Amos to see otherwise, but-- sometimes, a man must know when to pick his battles.

even so... somehow, a slightly rueful smile tugs at his lips. ]


...Then, that's enough for me.

[ it's enough, even if it's like this. Abel was not lying: he will hope enough for both of them until Amos is able to rekindle the flame of hope himself. whether it's the result of blind idealism or a faith in a newfound friend, the priest believes it's entirely plausible. ]

Lord knows it's the blind leading the blind... almost tragic, isn't it? [ it's a rather transparent effort to grapple some levity back into the moment, to chase off the vestiges of something depressing and weighty, but... well. what can you do at times like these? "if you don't laugh, you'll cry," so the saying goes. obsessing over the morose certainly won't do either of them any favors. ] Maybe I'm getting the better end of this bargain...? Ah, I probably shouldn't say that last part out loud lest you realize you've been saddled with some fool who can't keep his mouth shut, and here you are some space wandering, eye-parasite-dodging, colony-peace-keeping man of action...
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[personal profile] inutilis 2022-02-28 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ oh, well... Abel will grumble something about handshakes and give a little shake to the empty air, before he's withdrawing his hand back where it's perched against his crystalline leaning-post... housing a body, you know. just normal every day things here in whever-the-heck-they-are, ]

--Tequila~! Ah, a charming moniker! Is it a nickname of sorts? Are you a fan of the liquor?

[ curiosity killed the cat, they say, but they never said anything about priests!! ]
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[personal profile] inutilis 2022-02-28 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ despite Makoto's lithe physique, Abel certainly does seem eager that he totally believes his current company is, frankly... more badass than him. which either suggests he has some suspicion Makoto has more to him than meets the eye, or far more likely:

Abel is a complete and utter wuss, and a wet, soggy newspaper is probably better equipped for battle than he is. he's trying to sell it, anyway; his success is up in the air!! just like the fate of their 'energetic friends,' it would seem. ]


...Wa-- ah. [ he rolls that one back-- starts to repeat it, thinks better of it, and then gives it another go. ] Wait on us...? You mean, like-- servants?

[ what else might one extrapolate from that statement?? who knows, but Abel looks completely befuddled. ]

I-I mean, that's... that's certainly a better fate than the whole volcano business, and if I had to choose -- a no brainer! No brainer, of course. But... that seems a bit cruel, doesn't it?

[ or, perhaps, a cruel suggestion to be coming from his new, dear, and very close friend here... ]
inutilis: (✞ the iron lady.)

that's so weird... can't possibly imagine why?? sooo weird??

[personal profile] inutilis 2022-02-28 05:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[ if cells and texting were still a thing in Abel's timeline he would so understand, bro... bro.......

...but Abel sends a cautious glance beyond Dokja's shoulder to the guards hovering nearby; he keeps his voice lower, softer, and for current company's ears alone. ]


You had a dream, didn't you? Before awakening here in the crystal.

[ it is one of the only constants among all those gathered here -- this mysterious dream, and a 'rebirth' through a crystal cocoon. ]

Did you feel as though... [ a hesitation, and something quietly tentative, almost pensive rests in his eyes before he tries again, ] ...As though something terrible had happened, right before you woke up?