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arc iii: house of ravens | arrival


Hi, everyone! Our Arc III arrival event covers 20 Feb-11 March and doubles as a test drive. Participants don’t need an invite to apply by 11 March. Reserves live here. Try to label if you’re a test drive tourist or an old timer — and have fun!



COTTAGEVORE




TDM TOURISTS | OLD TIMERS | COMMON PROMPTS | NOTES




TDM TOURISTS: THE SCENIC ROUTE

You flinch awake, hand weighed by a sharp stick, stone, or makeshift torch. Your clothes sit stiff, splattered with dried dirt and dusted leaves. Here and there, scratches and shallow wounds litter your limbs, the marks of days of dazed survival alone that you mistily remember. Your strength and supernatural powers are currently largely depleted, but should recover within two to three days.

As they journey, characters discover stretches of the eerily silent forests briefly transform into woodlands or recognisable spots of nature from their home worlds — perhaps they’re now seeing the meadows outside their home towns, their backyard orchard, or a fondly remembered lake pier. These images are short-lived illusions that other characters can also see.

Mind your steps: the mirages try to lure characters deep into the forest, where unfriendly animals and hidden pits wait.

A. THE MORE, THE MERRIER

Trailing through the labyrinthine woods, you stumble upon a group of heavily armed bandits who are already herding several captives. Depending on how agitated you are, expect shackles, leashes and tusk pendants that allow characters to speak and glean local tongues — including the thugs' barked instructions. The outlaws are on a three-day voyage to cursed village Ke-Waihu, where they intend to sell their prisoners to the Hok-Shinn criminal clan.

■ Ensure fellow captives survive the trek, avoiding leg-hold traps, snares and hunting nets.

■ Beatings continue, but morale never improves: help mouthy prisoners with their tasks or wounds.

■ Capture or forage food — and stop naïve captives from going deeper into the forest to follow glimpses of beautiful (wo)men or cries for help. There’s nobody there.

■ At night, prisoners are locked in stitched-shut tents — get friendly quickly.


B. JUST CRUISING

The bandits never saw you coming — but you’ve been watching them collect their prey. Perhaps you’ve even found others like you — also spared enslavement, but condemned to trail after the thugs towards Ke-Waihu. Characters can pick up discarded translation and communication tusk pendants, scraps of food and frail weapons.

■ Beware: superstitious thieves frequently patrol at night, while woodland predators are emboldened by the absence of fires.

■ Leave messages or instructions to the bandits’ captives (tree husk carvings, anyone?) and maybe try to rescue them.

■ ...or leave them for dead and trot on to Ke-Waihu. You savage.


» GO CAMPING, THEY SAID





OLD TIMERS: CURSES FOR ONE, CURSES FOR ALL


After a bumpy ride aboard the Salamera II, the party arrive at idyllic village Ke-Waihu.

They are greeted by Hok-Shinn Weisi, the slippery mayor who officially helms Ke-Waihu, while his brother Sairen leads the clan’s heavy underground ventures. Weisi’s flippant and spoiled son Taksui is the Merchant’s local liaison. The botanist Enam and his apprentices set out to explore, taking the group's baggage along.

Weisi was told the party members are families of Taravast refugees, seeking finer fates in Ke-Waihu. Each family has been assigned a humble but serviceable dwellingsee what luck has in store for you.

Weisi officially welcomes the newcomers in Ke-Waihu’s main bustling marketplace. Every merchant, fishmonger and beggar stops to watch as foreigners are briefly stripped of their ostentatious jewels, clothes or weapons, soaked in iced water and told to embrace the village by accepting its old, its new, its ugliness and its truths.

■ To join the community, characters must absorb and redeem the wrongdoings of a deceased ancestor. They are served flasks of a thick, bitter brew that slides down mildly corrosive and cold.

■ The brew’s effects vary: some drinkers feel only a sudden, electric awareness of the story behind the curse they inherited. Others feel scalded from the inside, agonising for hours. The ancestral curse effects start to take hold that night.

■ Characters are sent off to their new homes in Ke-Waihu — but are contacted within hours by one of Enam’s anguished apprentices. His master and his peers were captured by bandits while inspecting the elusive forests for plant specimens. These wicked men took everything: your goods, your Ellethian high fashion, your extra weapons, even your Sleeping Zenobius. Go get’em — but beware the deadly illusions of Ke-Waihu’s forest.


» DUDE, WHERE’S MY COMATOSE SLEEPER?






ALL TOGETHER NOW

The thugs, the old timers, the test drive prisoners and their creepy watchers collide in the mist-drowned forests of Ke-Waihu.

A. BANDIT BANE

■ Infiltrate the thug group in, kick some outlaws’ teeth on the way out.

■ Release and escort roughened-up newcomers to Ke-Waihu, picking up strays along the way.

■ One of the thugs snitches that the remaining stolen loot is hoarded in a nearby secluded cave, drowned under foliage. The entrance is watched by large, agitated boars with startlingly hard, but not impervious skin. With gold, gems, guns within reach, anyone for pork dinner?

■ After speaking with the new arrivals, party botanist and guide Enam confirms they have been summoned to serve as weapons in this world’s ongoing conflict between warring undead factions. The Merchant, Enam’s collaborator and the party’s patron, is leading otherworlders east, where forgotten beacons might return them home.

■ The villagers Ke-Waihu, Ke-Waiar and Ke-Waicai reportedly know the location of such a beacon. They will unveil it if the party breaks the curse of the House of Ravens.




B. THE BLUSHING BRIDE

When the group returns, Ke-Waihu is celebrating the joyous procession of dozens of lavish 'weddings.' The (false) rites are carried out to commemorate the marriage of a huntsman and his fox bride...

■ The roads are awash with flower petals and rice, houses extend their hospitality freely, and the rich give away coin. Even Hok-Shinn clansmen don their finest garments and hand out gifts and favours, while lawmen grant pardons to captives held for minor offences.

■ Villagers pose as 'brides' and 'grooms' to play act public weddings. Characters are asked to participate as brides and grooms, or to join the wedding retinue of a NPC villager. Characters can unknowingly marry, but not become foxes.

■ The evening culminates in a grand market fete, with stalls offering sickly sweets and strong alcohols. Poets recite love songs, professional weepers wail to strangers that they lost their children to insidious in-laws, and petty clashes erupt among merrymakers.

■ Some of the NPC fox 'brides' seem to grow wide-eyed and alert, suspicious of the many hunting dogs that watchmen walk around the marketplace.

■ Come nightfall, 'wedded' pairs are escorted to suites in a large and extravagant inn. For each 'couple,' accommodations comprise one room for the retinue and a linked conjugal bedroom.


IF CHARACTERS MARRY A (FOX) 'SPOUSE':

■ They are handed three pieces of parchment before they are locked into the marital suite with their consort and their retinue.

■ Once alone in their 'marital quarter,' characters first enjoy polite conversation with their spouse, whose eyes start to glimmer golden, while their teeth and claws lengthen, their mouths distort to snouts and their hair reddens. The fox brides do not seem aware they are, in fact, foxes, but try to scratch, bite or maim their partners. Viciously quick, strong and prone to thralling their victims into spells of lethargy, these foxes could get the best of you — happily, the little parchment papers you received can share some survival tips.

Fool the fox spouse into thinking you are already married or pledged to someone in your retinue. Affronted, the fox bride will exile you out of the wedding room. Refresh the salt lines that surround the conjugal room, and gently steer the fox back if it flees overnight.

Your retinue and you should impersonate a hunting hound, down to howling, running on all-fours and sniffling. The fox will hurriedly isolate itself in the conjugal room, but will actively try to escape at night. Keep every inn door and window closed.

Become a widow(er). Call your retinue and make the best of your fists and a butter knife. You will need to kill the spouse a few times before they stay fully dead, each time reviving more and more fox-like in appearance.


AS A WEDDING RETINUE MEMBER:

■ Awkwardly hold watch outside the conjugal bedroom of the dashing NPC cannon fodder groom and his fox bride.

■ The NPC groom might request help as above — or might fall deathly silent. If that happens, villagers instruct, character must loudly ask if the wine pleases the couple. The flushed, visibly fox-like bride will then open the door to complain their new consort — clawed dead in the marital bed — won’t even share a wine cup with them. The fox does not seem to grasp they have killed their groom.

■ Defeat the fox at drinking — the fox bride can hold its cups, but slipping in some of the relaxing opiates on hand will help the cause. Sneak the NPC groom's corpse out with a buddy when the fox drops asleep.

Or prove you are a fairer marital prospect by verbally wooing the fox or doing battle with your retinue companion, to prove your worth. Your wingman may wish to throw the fight, feed lines, or generally smoulder. The fox bride will offer the NPC corpse as a betrothal gift.


Come morning, the villagers open the now-delapidated inn. Those who survive fox weddings receive braided bracelets of red, golden and tangerine rope, earning good will in the village. The murderous fox brides have disappeared — in their place, yellowed and dust-drenched bones 'sleep' in the marital beds, covered by withered and torn wedding clothes.

Villagers share the whole story: a huntsman encountered a fox goddess in the forest, when she had taken the shape of a beautiful woman. Lovestruck, he brought her back to Ke-Waihu as his wife — but the horrified villager slaughtered her and her husband on their wedding night. The fox god cursed the village to relieve yearly 'fox weddings,' during which the bones of those murdered during the previous 'conjugal' festivities rise as brides to terrorise new spouses.

Skipping the fox wedding rites, villagers say, shrivels their crops and depletes their food stocks for several seasons.




C. A-HUNTING WE WILL GO

It’s all fun and wedding games, until one of the victims of the recent nuptials is the son of influential wine merchant Saguk Chaomin. He vengefully sponsors a a hunt to finally lift the foxes’ curse.

Saguk Chaomin assigns weapons — from knives, spears and sharpened sticks to bows, arrows and rifles operating on gun powder — alongside lanterns and climbing rope to the brave adventurers. The contingent splinters into smaller groups to avoid detection.

■ The forests now aggressively conspire to lead characters to their deaths: whether it’s through fostering illusions that trip them into gullies, or decrepit bridges that crumble, sending travellers into whirling river waters. Animals (excluding wolves) attack travellers fiercely. Keep a hunting hound close.

■ Characters with unusual physical features or suspicious behaviours — from supernatural powers to a fear of dogs — are accused of being shape-shifting foxes.

■ Fox spirits assume a mortal but resilient shape the day after the wedding — strong, large, feral and willy. They’re quick to bite, and their presence dulls the senses of hunters.

■ To exorcise the foxes, kill their mortal bodies or obliterate or repair their small, decaying forest altars. These are stone rings the size of one’s hand, often hidden at the root of ancient trees. Cleanse the altars of filth, vermin and predatory creatures, and replenish the stones with fresh river pieces. Beware rare fox spirits that come to protect altars or hide their young.





D. WELL, WELL, WELL

In the wake of the weddings, characters head to their abodes, while test drivers are garrisoned in communal temporary shelters. Over the next few days, everyone may notice:

■ Villagers have a marrow-deep fear of the Hok-Shinn clan, whose members behave as if they are immune from repercussions.

■ Villagers tell eerie tales of strange encounters in their locked stables, abandoned houses or wells — they have seen a creature with the head of a beautiful woman, whose hair braids to form her snake-like body. 'She' slithers away once discovered.

■ Word spreads across the marketplace that dark waters have returned. A farmer’s well has dried, leaving only a thickened, tar-like liquid at the bottom. Another villager shamefully admits his well also dried a month ago, clogged by dark filth — the fount was old, and he assumed it had naturally depleted.

■ Horrified villagers speak no more of this, but superstitiously volunteer flower and food tributes for the Ka-Sanwon volcano. Mayor Hok-Shinn Weisi intercedes to reserve the resources for the upcoming return of the patron lord of the volcano’s three villages — the undead Beastmaster.



QUESTIONS

reparo: (confrigo)

[personal profile] reparo 2022-02-27 12:20 am (UTC)(link)
[Bile rises to her throat, sour and full of dread.] I don't...I don't know. [She sucks in a breath, and steels her shoulders. If the fox is a shapeshifter, then what? Is it different than a werewolf? Is it more feral or less? Is it not still a living creature, whatever creature it may be?]

I've never encountered this before, I just...I know that slaughter can't be our only solution. That means meeting his violence with more violence.
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2022-02-27 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ He frowns, but since he can't stand waiting around a minute longer, he immediately starts to head off in a direction and look for something that could be a teahouse. Hopefully they spot it before anyone else decides to escort them there.

If he wasn't teetering on the edge of unwell, he'd teleport around until he settled on the right place, then leave to check on his real siblings. That's unfortunately not the case, and the effects seem to get stronger as he walks.

They're far enough away from the group to be out of earshot when he finally looks back to see if she followed him. ]


Our cover. And what exactly did they decide for us? We're a family happily vacationing in a cursed village?
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hinami fueguchi » tokyo ghoul » newbie!

[personal profile] leaflets 2022-02-27 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
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[personal profile] leaflets 2022-02-27 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
[ When Hinami wakes, forward is the only way she can think to go. Her flower-patterned dress is dirty and torn, there are leaves in her hair, and she doesn't remember anything from the last...How long? Enough that she can feel that it's been a while, at least.

With nothing else to do, and no one responding to her calls, Hinami walks.

a. On a normal day, Hinami might have been able to avoid the bandits. But with her strength depleted and who knows how long it's been since she last ate, she's wandered straight into the camp before she really registers the voice she's hearing from afar aren't all friendly. Maskless and too weak to summon a kagune without giving herself away as a Ghoul and get away safely, it's easier to just listen when she's forced into the group than end up with shackles and chains. At least, it's what she thinks Touka and Kaneki would want her to do if it mean staying alive until they could find her. And they will, she knows. She just has to stay alive and stay strong until they do, no matter if she's scared.

There's little incentive to let a young teenager attempt to help with hunting, so Hinami is instead left to try and assist around the camp itself. She focuses on attempting to help the wounded, though lack of experience means that she's starting with anyone with minor ailments first. Cut yourself up a little foraging? Kicked around by an animal while hunting? She's waiting with whatever she's been able to grab in the way of bandages, possibly repurposed. She's quiet and shy as she does it, but gentle and kind, trying her best. She avoids anywhere food is being prepared, taking any time she can sneak away to sit as far away in the woods as the bandits will let her, trying to listen for the footsteps of anyone she knows under the guise of finding herbs or entertaining herself by making little crafts with all the forest debris around them.

b. When night falls and they get locked in the tent, Hinami is a little more on edge. She's not at the point of starving yet, thankfully, but-- For a ghoul slowly growing hungry, being surrounded by humans made things...difficult. And being surrounded and locked in together with so many strangers, there's no way to really hide the fact that she never seems to eat what the captives are given. She tries to keeps to herself in the corner, knees drawn to her chest and doing whatever she can to amuse herself until she tires-- Making crowns with anything she's grabbed from the forest seems to be the most common. But she's easily drawn into simple conversations, sometimes even seeming to move to sit near people so she can listen to mundane ones without really sharing herself.

And then, when the night truly draws in and everyone is asleep, she thinks of her Anteiku family and just cries as quietly as she can through the loneliness. ]
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[personal profile] badlypoisoned 2022-02-27 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
[He was waiting for the man to leave (even as a part of him knew he was being unfair). He stared unabashedly at the blindfold. Was this person blind? There were people like that among those who ran in the jianghu. Some of them are dangerous experts in their own right.

..but then the man doesn't leave.]


...why is there a hole in the floor?

[He's still irritated but he's more curious than irritated.]
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[personal profile] joker_wild 2022-02-27 03:12 am (UTC)(link)
[He wouldn't have been surprised if it had managed to summon her somehow. That seems like the kind of thing this place would pull.]

I just got here as everyone was leaving Taravast, so that's longer than me? I feel like someone needs to make a presentation with a map and photos.
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[personal profile] badlypoisoned 2022-02-27 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
[A petty part of him wanted to answer with, of course. I'm only dying, that's all.

But he swallowed those words and let them die in his stomach. He had his pride even if he felt...upset.

In swallowing those words, however, he felt a moment of clarity. Even at his darkest moments, this wasn't his nature and, more than anything, he hated feeling like he had no control.]


...as much as can be expected.

[Realizing that his letters are out in open view, he moves to fold the one in front of him, the mostly blank letter, up. He does it slowly and calmly to not draw attention to the action. He wasn't going to be able to write this one anyway.]

It seems the curse I've inherited is a little more irritating than expected.
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[personal profile] joker_wild 2022-02-27 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
[Akira goes still as the bride appears, blinking. That is... putting it mildly, Moran, thank you.]

[No one said anything about having to fight her, though, and he pauses, trying to remember what was said.]


Would you... like to share some wine with us?

[That's right, right?]
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[personal profile] joker_wild 2022-02-27 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Akira is not at all surprised that Wrench took him up on the offer, considering, and he grins back at him under his own mask, starting in that direction and pulling his dagger from his belt as he catches sight of movement ahead. One of the pigs is snuffling around at the front of the cave, and it lifts its head to sniff the air, tusks flashing.]
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[personal profile] joker_wild 2022-02-27 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Akira reaches up to swipe water off his glasses - and when it does absolutely nothing, he just takes them off entirely, tucking them away. He can see well enough without them anyway.]

I think so. This is, um... I haven't been on too many boats?

[And the ones he has been on have mostly been touristy things where the water was calm.]

It doesn't bother you?
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[personal profile] in_theworks 2022-02-27 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
Caution, yep. Got it!

[and despite the fact that he's practically vibrating, he does take it slow as he edges into the space. so far, it feels right -- or the ground feels solid enough to be concrete, at least -- and he pushes forward a little more, shuffling towards his workspace]

Man, I feel like I should at least grab a charger and a battery pack and a battery for my phone, while we're here. [assuming they can't stay, somehow]

[never mind the fact that there's no where to stay, that none of this is real. the forest hasn't let on to that, yet, and the reason why the ground feels right is because Wrench is heading into a cave, albeit a shallow one]
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[personal profile] in_theworks 2022-02-27 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
[Wrench tightens his grip on his sledgehammer, ready to take a swing if the boar decides to charge them. not that he's encouraging that, per se, and so he's a little more subdued when he asks:] Does it make it better or worse if I mention that I'm not really an animal person?
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[personal profile] scrapgege 2022-02-27 09:40 am (UTC)(link)
Oh yes. Fox spirits are famous for being mischievous and pranksters. They can grow bad if they're left to fester, but mostly, they're harmless if you treat them well.

[He notices the way she looks towards the rest of the crowd.]

Is anyone giving you trouble?
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[personal profile] scrapgege 2022-02-27 09:45 am (UTC)(link)
I don't think so? If this place really belongs to the Beastmaster, most probably animals are under his protection but plants would be fine to pick.

People have to eat, after all.

[You can pick the flowers, Wrench, it's fine.]

The only spirit here is this little one and he won't mind.
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[personal profile] reparo 2022-02-27 10:07 am (UTC)(link)
[She's not just following him, she's keeping up. Only one step behind, raising one eyebrow when he looks back, as if to say: oh you remembered I'm here? thanks.

But that expression gets replaced by a frown.]


Ha, as if we could pull that off. None of us look like tourists, let's be realistic. They didn't give us much in terms of background, beyond being the strangest-looking family unit...so I say we make something up.
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[personal profile] reparo 2022-02-27 10:09 am (UTC)(link)
[!!!] I've been feeling exactly the same since getting here myself! [A powerPoint would be the right medium, possibly, but everyone on the study group is a slacker.]

Some people will share the information they have, of course, but...it's not everyone. Hopefully, you're not the lone wolf type too? [Judgement: cast.]
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[personal profile] beitangmoran 2022-02-27 10:19 am (UTC)(link)
Willing unions are not, indeed. I am more used to arranged marriages where not necessarily everyone is willing but resigned to it, but even then there usually isn't wailing happening. It's bad luck.

[Whatever they are commemorating here, it doesn't look like a happy event.]
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[personal profile] beitangmoran 2022-02-27 10:32 am (UTC)(link)
Something is wrong.

[Yes, he said the quiet part out loud, because he's had about enough of that.]

This ritual... whatever this is, it's not a celebration. It's an expiation. And I think I understand now what the offering is.
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[personal profile] beitangmoran 2022-02-27 10:41 am (UTC)(link)
[The sound does make Moran look back with slightly widened eyes, because he certainly did not expect that.

But he's still not gonna howl. Instead, he's going to push the door open and stride in.

The 'bride' is crouching on one side of the room, all but hissing. The 'groom', trembling and white as a sheet, is pressed against the opposite wall. Still alive, for now.]


... I would suggest getting out of here before the situation gets more out of hand, young Master.

[His hand is still firmly around his hairpin, and he keeps an eye on the decidedly less human-looking 'bride' for now.]
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[personal profile] beitangmoran 2022-02-27 10:48 am (UTC)(link)
[Right, they could try that. No bloodshed would be best.

Well, except for the one that's already happened.

He turns around to nab the first person he sees, speaking authoritatively.]


Bring more wine for the lady.

[He speaks with such authority that the poor local denizen doesn't even really get to tell him he's not an in worker before h runs away to do as bid, slightly dazed.]
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[personal profile] enucleation 2022-02-27 10:52 am (UTC)(link)
Questions! Sorry if some might be repetitive...

- if Kaneki asks around, would anyone be able to tell why the villages names changed from their original names and when? Any relation to curses, etc?

- Kaneki needs some munchies, so I was thinking of getting him to approach the Witches’ huts. He'd meet them in secret, he doesn't want the villagers to be offended, but ANYWAY! Is it okay for him to drop by, find some delicious food there, maybe chat a bit about the villages and the people and the curses, and learn anything if at all?

- If Kaneki were to follow from a distance the memebers of Hok-Shinn (Weisi, Sairen and even Taksui) would he be able to find out anything? He realizes they are criminals and huge assholes, but everyone is afraid of them, so kaneki wants to learn more about how they got power over the village. And what better way to do that but to stalk them?

- ACTUALLY about the cursed doll and the heart that kaneki carries with him at all times. Anything strange happening to them, or no influence from the spirits/foxes/curses?
Edited 2022-02-27 13:30 (UTC)
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[personal profile] weifinder 2022-02-27 11:14 am (UTC)(link)
( A smile, rueful, set, and his hand moves, sketching her wholeness, lifting away to catch at Lan Zhan, whatever meets questing fingers and craven palms. Here is a man who has studied under the necessity of circumstance, whose grandmaster does not exist, could not, for all that the concepts of demonic cultivation were not born new, that he had not laboured to that birthing as a first child, but as one who was finding a knife's edge pathway forward through the dark.

So much narrower than a simple one log bridge, to make it seem spacious, a luxury. To pursuing what must, what one cannot, because one will. If it were only for his sake, his hubris, that would have been his own undoing.

Once, he'd had obligations and duties and justices to deliver. Once, he'd died in their low tide. Here, the waters swirl around their ankles, eddy over the floor boards in their creaking protests, susurrations of her stilled, combined complaints filling the spaces between them.
)

We must do what we cannot.

( For its justice. For this woman, this combined spirit, and for all the others, the many weddings of the night prior that Wei Wuxian had not gone near, could not be near, would drown in the wines of terror overflowing his cup.

It is right to try. It is justice for a wrong done to make the attempt. Hundreds of precepts, of you cannot, and here, a deeper philosophy, to be obligated to do what one cannot. For what is not a personal gain, for what is better beyond themselves, for each set of bones and each tied, cursed tapestry of person and fox, they try.

They may fail, but they must try.
)

Do you understand?
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[personal profile] enucleation 2022-02-27 12:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Kaneki does not believe in superstition either, but given the foxes who turn human and murder their husbands (and after meeting mermaids, golems, witches, necromancers, undead), he is willing to accept there is an actual snake woman around. So naturally, he goes off exploring, patiently waiting and checking out the the abandoned wells and houses.

Then he spots another, and for a second Kaneki watches Maegor touching the tar before he decides to speak up: ]


I'm not sure it's wise to touch it.
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[personal profile] reparo 2022-02-27 12:56 pm (UTC)(link)
The sleepers?

[Who else? The whole ghost place reeked of suffering. All the ruins, the mermaids, the undead. Undeath is such a thing here, she's almost hoping that Tom Riddle never sets foot here.]

Then...was ending their sleep a mercy?
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[personal profile] blackscales 2022-02-27 01:05 pm (UTC)(link)
All of them.

[ Not just the sleepers. Everyone in Ellethia, in that tower. Wrathion tips his head back against the wall, a tired sort of weight settling on him as he turns over her question.

Was it a mercy? To end their suffering? ]


I have thought before that there was only one solution, that there was no way to undo the suffering inflicted on someone. I was proven wrong, years later. It was too late by then. I often wonder if, had I set myself on the right path back then, I would have been able to devise a solution in time to save them.

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