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TDM #3

TDM #3
DREAMING (new characters)
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 (new characters)
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.]

DREAMING (OLD CHARACTERS)
For those already in Horos, they will find themselves in the same dreamscape as the new arrivals, only, this time, it's familiar. You'll feel more cognizant of your surroundings as you reawaken in this psychedelic realm, more in control of your emotions. What's more, you recognize that light at the center and the darkness at the edge: it's the Pleroma and Kenoma respectively. The one you are attuned to will call our to your soul, and though you are technically free to wander as you please, the closer you get to the force of your opposite sect, the more it will grate against you spiritually. Pleroma attuned nearing the Kenoma will feel as if its presence is desperately trying to tear them apart, and Kenoma attuned nearing the Pleroma will feel as if its light is burning them from the inside out.

More importantly, you notice that entirely new souls are wandering here with faces you didn't see in the cavern. It gradually becomes clear that they are Aions in the same state you were prior to your rebirth, lost and wandering this stretch of the cosmos with no idea what's to come. Maybe this is your chance to ease the confusion of their arrival, or maybe you'd simply like to scope out what kind of people are on their way. It's also possible for you to run into Aions already in Horos, wandering just like you are. Unfortunately, things are a lot less neutral than they are the last time you shared this realm.

No matter what you do, eventually the cosmos above will begin to burn out, just as it did the first time you were here. As darkness swallows reality itself, you will wake with the visceral memory of your world corrupting and breaking apart.

SEARCHING (OLD CHARACTERS)
Soon after the dreams begin, it will become clear that the Aion NPCs of either sect are also aware of what's happening. For those in Achamoth and Greentruth, the imminent arrival of new Aions will become a matter of official discussion. All able Aions will be called upon for their aid, in whatever way they can offer. Getting to the shrines themselves will be easily accomplished via teleportation. What's would be more complicated is ferrying any new arrivals back to a secure location. Thankfully, this is something both sects have already prepared for.

All characters will have the opportunity to acquire a 'returning stone' if they don't already have one. In all cases, this will amount to an amulet made of the same shimmering material as the shrine monuments, though the stylization differs between the Pleroma and the Kenoma. While regular Aion teleportation can bring you to any of the shrines you know the sigil and location of, a returning stone is magically programmed to bring its wearer back to a specific destination to which it is attuned. Normally, these stones will only be able to store enough energy for one 'return' a month, but it turns out that the ambient power created by the shrines being active will temporarily super charge them. Though it's not guaranteed, this means they may generate enough energy to perform multiple returns for TDM purposes. More information about returning stones can be found on the powers page.

Spare returning stones will be issued to all Aions so that they can be used to bring back anyone they collect, as it's possible to bring someone alongside you if they are also wearing a returning stone. Where your stone leads will depend on your sect.

PLEROMA
Tehri will be the one to supply returning stones, based out of Greentruth. She will not travel to Godsblood to deliver returning stones to those that have not visited Greentruth, but it can be assumed that Greentruth's visitors can pass them along to anyone who has been staying in the city. The returning stones are set to bring them to a secure location beneath the water of Godsblood's coast. From there, new arrivals will have to be allowed to rest and then brought up into the city when they're ready.

Greentruth is limited in its resources, but it will attempt to send troops to the Innocent, Seeker, Wanderer, and Firebrand shrines, all of which are close to the forest. Compared to the last attempt, these troops are a bit better armored. Meanwhile, bolstered by recent events in Godsblood, bands of Resistance members and guerrilla fighters will turn up at the Artisan and Sovereign shrines. The Resistance members will work willingly alongside with the Pleroma Aions, but the guerrilla fighters seem to have their own priorities and that is mostly that they have a beef with the Achamites. These reinforcements will struggle against powered Aions, but they might be able to delay any troops sent by Achamoth or Hylici.

KENOMA
Xishen will be handing out returning stones to all Kenoma the day after the dreams begin for the Aions that don't already have one. She'll explain how to use them, and state that the Regent expects for them to head to the shrines once they become fully active. The Kenoma will have whatever mundane weapons or supplies they need at their disposal for this mission, along with minimal Achamite reinforcements. Due to injuries and death in both Godsblood and Venera, many are in recovery or on their return to Achamoth. She'll reiterate not to rely too heavily on them; after all, only the Aions are able to quickly move between the shrines and at the Citadel. The regular troops will have to be deployed by river or by land, and mobilizing them will take time. They will feasible be able to reach all of the shrines to some degree or another, but will more easily populate the shrines of the Martyr, Celebrant, Lover, Champion, Visionary, Sovereign, and Firebrand.

The Hylicians will be called to fill in the ranks of the diminished Achamite troops. They follow the orders that they are given but are very standoffish otherwise, even more than usual for them. Xishen herself says she will be traveling to the shrines and the Kenoma will be expected to communicate their movements to her as they work. Dionys remains in Achamoth to 'keep watch'. All Kenoma Aions will be given a familiar vial of black sludge, and are instructed to feed it to any Aions they capture at the shrines. It will cause the same effects it did in the cavern, though it will resolve in a few days rather than a week.

RETURNED (ALL CHARACTERS)
New characters that are found a the shrines will be brought back to one of two lodestones, depending on which sect they are taken by. This will be accomplished by their escort putting a 'returning stone' around their neck that will enable them to be teleported to a secure area in their sect's territory. It is advised for your character to be taken by whichever sect you'd like them to end up in.

TO THE PLEROMA
In a dazzling flash of psychedelic light, you will find yourself brought to the Pleroma's lodestone: a monolithic rock set in the center of temple-like ruins. The entire cavern is hidden away beneath the ocean waves, just outside of Godsblood, and the ceiling itself is comprised of nothing but a barrier of water, as if held back from filling the space by some unknown force. The waters surrounding the lodestone are exactly body temperature, with swarms of tiny, violently iridescent fish darting through it. Crabs that look as if they're made of pure, clear crystal wander the sparkling, sandy shores.

There isn't much here in the way of accommodations, but it's comfortable enough that the new arrivals brought in by the Pleroma can take a moment to catch their breath. Some relatively plain but assorted new clothing will have been brought to the cavern to make sure they are actually clothed, as well as blankets and basic food items. It's a good time to ask your questions, or if you are an established Pleroma, to help out your freshly arrived peers. After all, their welcome at the shrine may have been a confusing one.

New arrivals will be permitted to leave the lodestone's temple when they are ready. Unfortunately, the only ways out of these place are through your choice of either swimming through pockets of water that eventually lead to the surface, or by spelunking through a series of tunnels to make your way the cliff faces near the city of Godsblood. More information about the city itself can be found on the setting page, though it would be preferable to keep TDM interactions to the lodestone area. As characters emerging from the shrines will start our as Untouched (more info about attunements here) they will not be permitted entry into Greentruth until they have attuned to Pleroma.

TO THE KENOMA
As your returning stone activates, you will feel yourself thrust into a suffocating void, only to emerge just as quickly somewhere else. The most pressing thing on the minds of anyone taken by the Kenoma will be the vial of pitch black sludge they are forced to drink, whether it is before or after their arrival. Maybe their 'escort' from the shrine gave it to them, or perhaps another Kenoma does soon after they arrive. If not, one of the Achamite cultists wandering around definitely will. Dedicated servants to the Regent's will as they are, they are not afraid to gang up on the vulnerable new arrivals and force it down their throats.

Once in your mouth, the potion will slither down your throat as if it's a living thing. The effect takes hold quickly: as this darkness creeps through your insides, it will embolden your darkest and most despair inducing emotions, plaguing your thoughts with the worst sorrows of your life. What's worst, it simultaneously seems to awaken some form of enhanced psychic empathy within you, both projecting your thoughts for others to hear, and allowing you to receive those of the others around you in kind. Black ooze will begin to seep from orifices, or the space around your shard. The effects of this contamination bring out your worst, and its recipients will be forced to live with these effects until they accept the force corrupting them into their souls.

This world is not good enough, a voice speaks to your through the Kenoma. This suffering you feel, the cruelty that has birthed this darkness in you... it is simply the rot that is consuming this existence. A better universe awaits, one forged by your own hand, and all you need do is first bring about this broken reality's end.

How long this goes on will depend on how long the characters is able to fight it. Acceptance of the Kenoma can come as quickly as immediately, if your character is inclined towards it, or it could be drawn out to take a few days. In the meantime, they will have to stay in the barren halls surrounding the Regent's lodestone, and will not be permitted to exit into the greater Citadel as the current Kenoma are. All that will immediately be offered to them down there are stone slabs that can be used as beds and formless white robes that reach down past their knees.

Of course, that doesn't mean the characters that are already of the Kenoma can't do something about that. If they desire it, they will be able to bring food or other supplies to those suffering with their Kenoma infections, and it will be equally within their power to try anything from bullying them into accepting to lovebombing them. Once a character accepts the Kenoma and attunes to it, they will be permitted to leave, but for the sake of the TDM interactions should be kept to the lodestone area.

QUESTIONS
Is this TDM canon?
Mostly! It's part of an in-game event. However, only threads with new players that app and are accepted will be considered game canon. Threads between old characters will all be canon, but threads involving new characters that don't apply or aren't accepted will either need to be tweaked to remove their involvement or made non-canon. New characters will also be able to decide TDM threads aren't canon if they end up changing directions.

Who can toplevel on this post?
Anyone, whether they are a new character or a current one. However, we do ask for current players to do their best to tag new characters. If you are bringing in a new character and want a current character to bring them into your sect of choice, post your request here! ICly, current characters are fighting to claim new arrivals, but it's up to the player of new characters where they ultimately end up going.

When is this TDM taking place chronologically?
The beginning of August. The shrines will be active and forming Aions during that time. The dreams will start around the 29th of July. All current Aions will be able to sense when it's time for the new arrivals to start emerging.

What are the shrines like?
Every shrine is comprised of the crystal-filled cavern character emerge inside and then the massive statue symbolizing the relevant Legacy built on top. More information about each shrine can be found in the "Aion Shrine" section of the setting page.

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?
New 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 initial 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.

How does attunement to the Pleroma or Kenoma work for new characters?
More information about sect attunements can be read on their dedicated info page, but in summary: when new characters are brought to Horos, they will be in the state of being "Untouched" meaning they are not attuned to either sect. By the end of their first month in game it is expected they will either attune to Pleroma or Kenoma, though for those taken by the Kenoma's forces, the transition will be forced within the first few days. If taken in by the Pleroma, it may take then some time to attune to Pleroma, depending on the strength of their spirit, but it could also happen almost instantly if they are allowed to. How quickly it happens will depend on how strongly they align with the Pleroma's traits. Characters who have been taken by the Pleroma but that remain Untouched will not be allowed into Greentruth until their attunement to Pleroma is complete.

Can a character taken by one side end up attuning to the sect of the opposite one?
This is theoretically possible, yes: a person taken by the Kenoma could potentially resist the Kenoma's call, and someone taken by the Pleroma could end up falling to the Kenoma while staying with them. Generally, though, we recommend that you have your character be taken by whichever sect you want to end up in, as doing a switcheroo will cause narrative complications that might bog their introduction down in plotting that will need to be done with the mods. It can happen, but it is not to be done lightly!

baltimores: (143; I won’t)

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[personal profile] baltimores 2022-08-01 10:42 am (UTC)(link)
Arright.

[ Amos makes no movement to avoid her grasp, simply surrendering the loaf of bread he'd had on him without any complaint. It was kinda for her already, anyway. Maybe not specifically her, but for anyone new, so mission accomplished either way.

He cocks his head, taking her in. The scene she'd caused earlier had made it pretty tough to escape anyone's notice, but the speed with which she'd adapted had been of greater interest. Or... maybe not interest... but either way, there's the distinct sense that he's happy to see just how quickly she'd adapted, a good nature that leaves him with no qualms about how she's trying to snatch stuff from people. ]


You're holding up well. Just like that, huh?

[ Not like there's anything wrong with it. ]
lovehate: (😈🖤 40)

[personal profile] lovehate 2022-08-01 10:56 am (UTC)(link)
[ Sirius or Chilka, as he’s called, stares long and hard at Ranmaru from where he sits. His questions go unanswered. The fairy before him is undeniably, unmistakably Betelgeuse, and yet his eyes only wince at the sight of the wound. They flicker with concern, but it’s far from the guilt that Sirius knows would otherwise wrack the his former partner’s soul.

“Ranmaru” instead recognizes him, but as Chilka. He says his name as if it’s all he knows.

The rage Sirius feels knotting in his throat, lodged so high up he could gag on it, tightens. ]


…So she took Betelgeuse from me too.

[ This is the only conclusion he can draw, for now. The only guess he has. The last he’d seen the other fairy, the color of his eyes had been flushed by the stream of his own tears. He’d been desperate and frantic— he’d sided with Procyon, but he’d been distraught. ]

Of course she would.

[ Because that’s the ugliness of the world they’d come from. Chilka rises from his seat and takes a step forward, drifting through the air with the powers that’ve been granted to him in thanks to the Kenoma. To Ranmaru, he’s like a phantom pulled from an old, forgotten painting. ]

Look at you, so pitiful without anyone to follow. Is that why you chose the darkness? Because you had no one left?

[ Chilka stands before him with a cruel smile on his face. Despite his madness, it appears sorrowful. Lonely. ]

—Or did your soul follow mine?
leicesters: academy (098)

[personal profile] leicesters 2022-08-01 11:02 am (UTC)(link)
Hah, you're telling me. [He can't really keep up the thin veneer of humour for long, though, fixing Dorothea with a serious look. What she says, how she says it, confirms something ticking away at the back of his mind.]

It doesn't really matter here, so I'm just asking for my own curiosity, but: did you decide to support Edelgard's war?

[He didn't see her at the Battle for Garreg Mach, but that was such an enormous battle and the Imperial forces were so immense, it would be impossible to spot a few Black Eagles dotted here and there among their forces. At the same time, she didn't have any obligation to join Edelgard, beyond maybe friendship -- she wasn't a noble with the related duties to serve the Emperor, but someone who had come to the Academy, enrolled of her own volition, and who could have backed away any time she wanted to rejoin the quieter life of a commoner. As quiet as it would get in wartime, anyway.

If he at least knows her intentions, what she thinks of him beyond a former school acquaintance, at least he'll know how to proceed going forward.]
ourtomorrow: ([bugge] lean)

[personal profile] ourtomorrow 2022-08-01 11:05 am (UTC)(link)
[ All cats can talk???? Wormmon is impressed, then fretful. Oh dear. Oh no. ] Cats never talked to me before.....I wonder why.

[ Did he say or do something to make all other cats mad at him? Not that he's interacted with that many cats - Ken-chan's apartment complex doesn't allow pets, and besides, they have claws! - but Wormmon hopes he has not upset any cats. He didn't mean to. ]

Hey, I'm not scary, am I? Or rude? Do I do things cats don't?

[ Fidget fidget. Urge to go grab Ken-chan and ask him about cats....rising. But he doesn't want to leave her alone when she looks so nervous! He is frequently nervous (he is nervous right now!), so he knows how awful being nervous is when you're alone! ]
ourtomorrow: ([kenzuna] object)

[personal profile] ourtomorrow 2022-08-01 11:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ken inclines his head. ] I've traveled to other worlds many times. Usually by choice, though.

[ Ah, this is also relevant, and makes his point: ] Wormmon comes from another world.

I'm Wormmon!

[ In case there was any doubt. ]
uproared: ▌helmet (i hate when there is a fog of war)

i can't believe she's finally here... my funny vamp...

[personal profile] uproared 2022-08-01 11:12 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ciel skillfully dodging that minefield... ]

Yeah? Well, I'm plenty dead, so think something else.

[ Was dead. Instinctively, she's aware that her soul was chosen to live on, engraved in the Throne of Heroes — and she's equally aware that this is no summoning, even without the incredibly ominous backdrop as a hint that shit be fucked. She'd felt a call, a pull, and then nothing at all, as if she'd been redirected on the way, robbed of a chance to fight for her wish.

Being dead is one thing. Being alive under these circumstances, with no explanation forthcoming... that's just plain annoying. ]


I don't need your help. [ Easy to say, harder to actually get by without. The sensible (?!) part of her realizes as much, and briefly wars with her more petulant side, that wants to prove she can get by just fine on her own. ] But you're no damn passerby, that's for sure. I told you to identify yourself.

[ If she demands information instead of asking, it doesn't count as help!! ]
ourtomorrow: ([kenzuna] interest)

i sure am, thanks for your interest!

[personal profile] ourtomorrow 2022-08-01 11:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ Matt manages not to startle - one person. ]

Gyaaaaa!!!

[ Wormmon clings to Ken's head, shrinking down the back a little. Oh, oh it's just a person......That had been scary.......The person does not have one hand, though. That must be tough. Wormmon frequently does not have hands and it causes problems. But Ken-chan always finds ways around them for him, because Ken-chan is so kind.

Ken-chan is also quite alert, intrigued by the offer. ]
To help? You're...

[ ....extra clothing. Hm. ]

....native to this world?

[ He's uncomfortable. Ken-chan is uncomfortable because he's naked in front of this stranger! Wormmon must do something.

Oh, he knows. He takes a deep breath, then skitters down Ken-chan's body. Until you find clothing, Ken-chan - he'll block the view for you! ]
ourtomorrow: ([kenzuna] glad)

[personal profile] ourtomorrow 2022-08-01 11:21 am (UTC)(link)
[ Ah. Ken turns, offering a slight yet reassuring smile. ] We are. Sorry to make you worry.

Thank you!

[ Wormmon is feeling much shyer than he's been in a long time today, as he has never been to this world before, and the strange place full of lights and dark and the world going away had been very scary. But he is a polite Digimon. ]
ricordi: (006)

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[personal profile] ricordi 2022-08-01 11:36 am (UTC)(link)
Hmm. It is, but I have never had a dream like it before.

[it's a strange dream, all right. the appearance of it, what he was meant to be looking at, has taken a backseat to what he felt during the dream, during this journey with this man-- a man cassius is still not sure whether or not he's actually a person, or a mere figment of his imagination. logically speaking, cassius does not know an erune like this, so he doesn't know why this man is in his dream.

but at the same time, he can't shake the feeling of emptiness and coldness in him once the dream has stopped.]


What do you make of it?
Edited 2022-08-01 11:36 (UTC)
lachtara: (Scale)

[personal profile] lachtara 2022-08-01 12:05 pm (UTC)(link)
An admirable notion. Let us hope your mettle is as good as you claim it to be.

[ A pause. ]

What is your name?
cutlery: (a rollercoaster from start to finish)

[personal profile] cutlery 2022-08-01 12:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh, my goodness...

[ His words are rather genteel, but the smile and laugh that comes with it are decidedly not. He looks deeply amused by the prospect, and the smile that's been rather clipped to match an overall sense of formality about him splits slightly to reveal a few more of the teeth that don't quite seem to fit his human mouth. ]

What a prospect. Why, I shall have to increase my going rate if that is the sort of thing that people have interest in nowadays. [ He says it like it's a joke, though it's mostly for himself... ] If that is the case, I certainly understand the dramatics of this particular presentation. I suppose those that embrace the abyss are those that would seek its destruction and those that walk towards the light its salvation? That is at least how the cliché would normally go.
lachtara: (Overbound)

[personal profile] lachtara 2022-08-01 12:34 pm (UTC)(link)
The world does need balance, yes. Light and dark in equal measure.

[ It is something he has bore witness to time and time again. Any world with too much of one or the other has met with a terrible fate. ]

Those who say that often do not believe it. "Holding onto light even when it's darkest", branding the dark as undesirable in everything but by name. Something one must keep at bay no matter the cost.

Darkness is the well of creation; A cauldron of endless potential, tireless determination, and boundless courage. Those who dare embrace it may reach into the unknown and pull from it boundless beauty to be enjoyed by all.

[ He sighs and shrugs. ]

Though it seems most do not think so. It's certainly a tired sentiment.
lovehate: (😈🖤 84)

[personal profile] lovehate 2022-08-01 12:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sirius isn’t so sure. He’d always been the type to get so swallowed up in his own duty, thoughts, and surroundings that simply thinking to observe had taken a backseat. He doesn’t know if it should be so interesting.

As if to test it, Sirius folds his arms over his chest. Purple fairy wings fall still behind him. He watches as some human-shaped figures flicker by, one way or another. Some of them pace between their options before eventually choosing.

Is this the sort of thing Sebastian enjoys? Sirius finds it monotonous but, then again, he’s never been patient... ]


To be bored of even chaos itself...

[ His eyes move back to the mysterious butler— curious about him for the fact that any knowledge of what's beyond light or opposite of it is forbidden. ]

I can’t fathom that yet. I wonder if I should become like you someday.

[ Because all he wants is to plunge everything into chaos, himself. ]
mygig: (51)

[personal profile] mygig 2022-08-01 12:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[He looks around, hair swishing in an overplayed and dramatic fashion as though it's the first time he's taken his surroundings.] You got any other idea? Wouldn't mind a more comfortable place.
lachtara: (Scale)

[personal profile] lachtara 2022-08-01 01:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Emet-Selch makes an 'Mmm' noise of acknowledgement. ]

The world I knew is much of the same. Broken, ruined, its boundless beauty forgotten in the swell of time. But for anything to have a new beginning, first, it must have a proper end.

[ It's all he says on the matter. If she's not going to pay attention, then he's not going to bother wasting his efforts.

So without further comment, he begins down the park to darkness - the path to an end and a new beginning. It's a leisurely pace to be sure. She could follow or call after him if she wanted. Or perhaps even go to the opposite path. The choice can be hers. ]
tselyak: (3.)

[personal profile] tselyak 2022-08-01 01:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ a very slight, monochromatic lump with soft bunny ears, even. FrostNova, truly a terror to behold. that said, she has all the markings of someone who's been through battle many, many times; scars on her face, on her arms, on her soul.

she looks at Sooyoung, and despite everything, she smiles. it makes her look older, which is wild given her fuzzy animal traits.
]

Bold of you. [ "to assume that i actually really want to know", probably. haughty, but not unkindー her bare fingers touch at water, gentle. ] But, fine. Something of mine, for something of yours.

[ there's something military about her, which is, again, wild, because. bunny... whatever. ] My first memories are of the tundra. When I was a child, I didn't know that a world existed that wasn't covered in snowー it never occurred to be that frostbite was an affliction, and not a fact of life. That pain, I still remember well.
mygig: (58)

You think too highly of me

[personal profile] mygig 2022-08-01 01:03 pm (UTC)(link)
[Alas, it will stay in Ao3 forever.

He stretches and gets up, dusting an imaginary pair of pants (leathered and over-the-top, for sure) on his thigh, this big lump of a man. He rolls his shoulders with a groan, constantly complaining as he moves.

He just hit 40. He's entitled to.
] I could use with some clothes if that's what you're asking.
lachtara: (Finality)

[personal profile] lachtara 2022-08-01 01:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That's... strange. ]

That future being... what, exactly?
mygig: (62)

[personal profile] mygig 2022-08-01 01:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Sleeping, huh? [A sleepwalker? Press X for doubt. He'll save that joke for later.

The furrow between his brows deepens, if only slightly. For this to be such a collective thing, as she implies, it seems way too personal.

He's sure this is his childhood home. Granted, some things have happened here relatively recently.

But with the katana and everything (even if he doesn't recall it ever being there), he's pretty sure.
]

"You guys"? Last time I checked, [he does an overly wide and slow turn as he looks around,] we're the only ones here.
tselyak: (5.)

[personal profile] tselyak 2022-08-01 01:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[ there's no hatred in her heart for bearsー it is what it is, and pandas are probably very nice, if this boy seems to like them so much. her long rabbit ears twitch, softly ruffled by the waterside breeze.

what can she give in return, for a statement so harmless? she lets her fingers dance in sand, and gives the question some serious thought.
]

...For a long time, I was unable to touch another living being.

[ winter didn't follow her here; it's disorienting. her calm eyes swivel towards Toge, and she shows him her callused hands, made hard and scarred from years of work and combat. ] What does my palm feel like, to you?
mygig: (52)

[personal profile] mygig 2022-08-01 01:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Guess that sword caught your eye?

[And that's the gesture that suddenly makes it all so very garish. The sword on the shoulder stance does not relate to someone who's ever held that and whatever similarities he had picked up on end there like a crack in the mirror.

Like the shards falling from the sky.
] A fight between sisters… [A thoughtful second of silence for him to actually think about it, and then cover it all up with something entirely obscene, wrapped in a low and appreciative whistle at the concept. A sigh. Too badly played for it to be real.] Shame I didn't.

Me? [He showcases his hands, wide and gloves and seemingly harmless by his shoulders.] Looks like you're the one who knows what she's talking about.
tselyak: (5.)

[personal profile] tselyak 2022-08-01 01:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ doubt is a comfortable companion; without it, one loses the capacity to contextualize even themselves. this stranger's kindness is worth every moment of FrostNova's notice, but she doesn't mistake it for trust, or for affectionー it's decency, and she assigns it the value it deserves.

(she recalls hard pieces of bread placed haphazardly in front of bolt-locked doors, and the courage it must've taken for war-averse civilians to offer her even the barest outlines of their acknowledgment. there's no enmity in her heart for so many living things; how tragic, that they all have to work so hard to live.)

miss, this curious-looking foreigner calls her. she doesn't return the sliver of his smile, but her eyes track his movements with open ease, and her nose buries in the fur of his jacket, again. trying to figure out what he smells like: brimstone? sulfur? nondescript military soap?
]

I see. [ she says, again. she's shed her winter curse, thenー she can touch this man with impunity, and without the fear of shattering his skin like paper. thin legs scrape under her, testing their ability to hold her weight. ] ...They call me FrostNova.

[ not "Yelena", because she hasn't been "Yelena" in ages. long rabbit ears swivel to the sound of an incoming breeze. ]

What should I call you, in return? I'd like to know the name of the man I'll be traveling with. [ A decision made, as casually as anything. If nothing else, she wastes absolutely no time. ] It'll make it easier for me to find you, once I have something to return this favor.
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cutlery: please do not take! (I'm barbeque as fuck)

[personal profile] cutlery 2022-08-01 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Perhaps surprisingly, Sebastian doesn’t even seem to question her calling herself a knight in the slightest. His brow raises in surprise, but his response comes easily. ]

Ah, my, I suppose not.

[ …Really, he’s only surprised that she claims the title of knight, since that particular term was gendered. But having been associated with the Midford family for the past three years, he wouldn’t be surprised if Francis would call herself a knight were it not superseded by her title as a Marchioness.

At this point, he doesn’t have to adhere to the social structure he had been summoned to last in the slightest, but. It was a bit useful, and it didn’t bother him overly much. So though his clothing absolutely doesn’t fit the gesture, Sebastian brings a hand to his chest quite formally, then dips into a bow. ]


Then pardon me, in that case. It is indeed true that these circumstances are not ideal, but— [ He straightens with a small, apologetic laugh ] I do not get the impression that our hosts particular care very much for status, to be honest.
cutlery: (*singing songs from the old country*)

[personal profile] cutlery 2022-08-01 02:18 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He at least seems to be being honest, since as Sirius takes the time to observe for a moment, he seems comfortable with the quiet that follows. But rather than looking at other figures making their choices, his attention remains on the person before him. In part, it’s because they’re the ones having a conversation, but it’s far more because Sirius is certainly the most interesting person here.

After all, despite his own being, it’s extremely unusual for him to ever meet anything but humans and his own kind. The wings are more than enough to have thoroughly captured his interest, though he doesn’t make any assumptions about them, only guesses.

Though of course, he also wouldn’t be so rude as to ask about them. It’s also a bit less fun to be so direct, especially with how this conversation is turning. ]


Ah, well… [ He gives a sort of helpless shrug, though there’s an easy, wry humor in his voice and smile. ] That depends entirely upon how long you may live, I would say. After a few millennia, chaos has its charms, but novelty is much more appealing.

[ Which is exactly why he’s content to be here looking at these galaxies and chatting. ]

Is that kind of longevity something you would want?
cutlery: (bride's maids were decoys)

[personal profile] cutlery 2022-08-01 02:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His smile increases by just a hair as she asks, since he’s quite glad she did. It would be a bit boring of her not to, he thinks. But as he looks, his round pupil suddenly narrows into a slit, and amber irises turn a deep, bloody red that’s lit up not completely unlike a Contractor. It’s quite short-lived, though, since he ends up closing his eyes in a smile. ]

You do.

[ It’s said simply and confidently, with no more weight to it than if he had just confirmed the color of her hair. He lets the answer linger with a pause, since usually that tended to be quite a bit for someone who had just questioned it’s existence to swallow, but he does end up adding with more lightness in his tone: ]

It would be quite unusual if you did not, I should note. I have only ever encountered one creature who possessed reason and did not.

[ …A fact that still bothers him, though he doesn’t let it show. It strikes him as a shame to now not be able to learn just how the Undertaker had managed such a feat. ]