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let's set d o w n some ([personal profile] groundrules) wrote in [community profile] westwhere2022-10-22 07:42 pm

the clock tower


Happy Hallow-elevator! The clock tower event lasts between 22 October and 8 November. ICly, the tower incursion stretches around a week, and you’re welcome to have your character investigate something else, if they finish early!



THE CLOCK TOWER




ALL IS AS ALL WAS| TRIAL & NO ERRORS | THE TOWER




ALL IS AS ALL WAS

Play it cool, as Serthica’s customs officers pore over your passport papers, before grudgingly allowing you overground. Minaras, you hear, is hunting a delinquent.

Both it and Eidris fare well, with no sign of the damage that preceded the Unwinding. Locals no longer behave eerily, dragons and clockwork droids roam freely, and everyone hates taxes.

Yet perfect strangers insist they know you. Your assigned address leads to a different house. The roads, buildings and architecture look ‘lived in,’ but changed.

No one remembers the Unwinding.

Burlap mannequins sometimes watch from mirrors, windows and reflecting surfaces.

■ You might hear shifting and scratching in Eidris walls.

Minaras has doubled its bounty for a man not unlike Leonard McCoy.

Black fungal spores are found on the increasingly voluminous experiment vials, specimens and supplies thrown out by Minaras medical facilities.

■ Frail and confused, Ellethia survivor Zenobius finally awakens. A short thread is up for RNG grabs.




TRIALS & NO ERRORS

The guard troops that Eidris and Minaras assign to the Neutral Zone now protect King Thivar and High Councillor Arabella during the annual Sanctuary Reckoning trials. Both adjudicate cases that violate the ceasefire.

Prolonging the trials buys time for your companions in the clock tower.

■ Create a distraction — flood the judgement hall rooms? Fire? Illusions?

■ Pose as trial participants: perhaps you are of Eidris, and you caught this wicked Minaraian raiding your home? Mayhap this wretched man of Eidris stole your girlfriend? Wait, you’re a Minaraian who wants to kill King Thivar?

■ …organise breakouts, if Thivar or Arabella have your jailed. You are first imprisoned in makeshift Sanctuary cells — all but poorly locked, glorified closets. Get a trial sentence!

Thivar and Arabella treat the trials as a box-ticking exercise.





THE TOWER

As Eidris and Minaras play court, you can infiltrate the Neutral Zone clock tower of Vassarizhia.

■ Only token security remains. The door is unlocked.

Karsa supplies paper talismans that must be burned in the watch fire at the tower’s top level.

■ Each burned talisman amplifies the reveal spell that Karsa activates. Link a finished burning thread by 8 November to help the cause.

■ A November mod post will describe how much of Serthica’s ‘undeath’ characters can see.

■ Placing Magnus’ dragon eye before the tower’s telescope will allow characters to always see Serthica’s undeath, moving forward.




✘ ELEVATOR ETIQUETTE

Imperfect stillness dominates Vassarizhia: your footsteps do not click, words die in your mouth. The tower’s rickety gear slither silently. Your heartbeat aligns with the clock’s tick… tock.
You have the growing, gnarly certainty that you have invaded something ancient and alive.

The tower’s entryway level is large, deserted, stacked with gears. At its core is a dilapidated open elevator shaft.

A large sign says to find and pull the floor lever, if elevators stop.

■ There are two elevators. Each narrow lift can hold up to four people, crammed. The upper half of the carriage is chain-link fence, while the floors contain hatches that sometimes open mid-travel for 30 seconds. Hold on to ceiling-bound leather straps.

■ The ropes holding the elevators are thick, but tattered.

■ The elevator’s creaking squeals can awaken swarms of 1m-tall bats and bat wyverns. They rattle the lift, but ultimately withdraw.

■ The elevator can stop at as many levels as you want (or none!).

■ Beyond the second level, you feel intensely paranoid and see your companions as the persons you most hate/fear for five to 10 minutes. Reaching the top, you are tempted to cut the lift ropes of those who follow. (The ropes and elevators recover, after crashing to the bottom. )

■ On each floor, as you exit the elevator, a nearby wall shows a different scratched instruction, signed by DAVID.


LEVEL I: THE LABYRINTH| LEVEL II: THE ANCESTOR | LEVEL III: TAG! YOU’RE IT
LEVEL IV: THE ROOM WHERE NOTHING HAPPENS | LEVEL V: IT’S RAINING (AGAIN)




LEVEL I: THE LABYRINTH
CONTENT WARNING: MINOTAUR, BODY HORROR

Step into a jail maze, flooded to knee level. Confusing corridors narrow, widen and contort, while wall torches dim.

Intermittent howling reveals you’re not alone. Hiding, you see child-like chalk drawings of forest animals on walls — and a great minotaur. Keep silent.

■ David S P’s wall scrawl says, IT RUNS IN THE FAMILY.

■ Collect some of the many discarded daggers or axes. Rope bundles float in water — use them to paralyse your captive or briefly force them under your control.

■ Don’t linger in one place: rotting, bodiless hands surface to restrain you.

■ Bad news, if you swallow water when the minotaur or dead hands try to drown you: your skin stretches and bursts, while your bones pop and extend. You mutate into a half human, half woodland creature, all bloodlust. ( Inspiration, anyone? ) Your companions should still recognise you; between hazy memories and constant pain, you might struggle to remember them and even attack.

■ Morphed characters can (painfully) return to normal within minutes of re-entering the elevator.

■ A smaller and distressed three-headed minotaur also roams the labyrinth. Two of its heads sob, while the third urges you to hide with it when brother approaches. It tries to throttle you with a noose to make brother happy, if you follow. David did say.

■ The minotaur and its sibling have poor sight. They cannot enter a corridor where you’ve drawn or laid down a line.

■ Pull the lever, and a straight corridor leads you to the elevator.


TOP | LEVEL II | LEVEL III | LEVEL IV | LEVEL V




LEVEL II: THE ANCESTOR
CONTENT WARNING: GIANT SKELETON, BLOOD DRINKING

Here, only barren stone and thin rivulets of fresh water pouring from wall fountains with sharp-tipped ornaments — your spilled blood quickly infects the basins. Knives, pins and bowls have been abandoned nearby.

High pressure and vertigo overwhelm you. Follow a rhythmic heaving to where the upper half of an enormous skeleton — the Ancestor — has broken through a wall. White, silk thread fetters it. Dried blood rims its cracked mouth. Before it, the stone floor has been tarnished, up to a 5m radius.

The Ancestor appears dormant, a crown of iron thorns on its head. It clutches the lever tightly in its right hand. Above it, an engraving urges, SPILL WINE FOR YOUR ANCESTOR.

■ David S P’s elevator scrawl says, WATER TO WINE.

■ Dally staring and you feel dizzy, nauseous, depressed and compelled to share your close-death encounters. Before you know it, you are stepping into the Ancestor’s radius…

■ …where it plunges for you, if you don’t bear a filled cup. The silk ropes keep the Ancestor from reaching beyond 5m.

■ Two carvings under his fists read HONOUR THY FATHER and DISHONOUR THY MOTHER.

■ Quickly distract the Ancestor from crumbling his captives, tearing their arms or attempting to eat them.

■ The Ancestor is instinct-driven, consumed by thirst. It cannot see or smell, and only remembers taste. Sounds divert it.

■ Improvise: there is no actual wine here. Infuse water, spill blood, or vocally pretend you are delivering wine, and the Ancestor might spare you.

■ If sated, the Ancestor releases the lever.


TOP | LEVEL I | LEVEL III | LEVEL IV | LEVEL V




LEVEL III: TAG! YOU’RE IT
CONTENT WARNING: SCARECROW, SKINNED CREATURES

Enjoy pitch dark, dread and bile spreading in your gut. Take a candle from near the elevator and roam through small, unlocked rooms that feature tattered beds, strips of tanning leather and blood or wax spilled on the floor.

■ David S P’s wall scrawl says, O CATCHES IT.

■ Ahead, you see candle-bearing mannequins that dance a hora to the same song played by Jim Kirk’s music box: “Up the mountain, in the grove, hand in hand to Ke-Waihu, fresh harvest’s a treasure trove, each fall we feast anew.”

■ The creatures are patched abominations of wax, skinned flesh and burlap. In the middle of the hora is a wiry scarecrow, eyes blazing with candle fire as it points a large cleaver. In certain lights, the scarecrow’s face briefly contorts into that of your mother. It wears priestly robes that Arc III survivors may recognise from the House of Ravens.

■ As the dance finishes, you notice the lever in the middle of the circle, where flame spells out TAKE THEM, NOT ME. The game begins.

■ The abominations run, gleefully manic and screaming TAAAA~AAAAAG. YOU’RE IT! The scarecrow unflinchingly cuts them down while pursuing you. Hide in the abandoned rooms, or risk snuffing your candle to avoid detection.

■ Some abominations slap you, hold you, or alert the scarecrow. Others offer shelter. A few peel off wax skins from their limbs — showing black fungi beneath. They murmur, IT NEVER GOES AWAY.

■ Parchment strips fall from the scarecrow’s sleeves, reading, HAPPY NAME DAY, MOTHER KNOWS BEST, THE SIN RAN DEEPER THAN SKIN, IF YOU CAN BEAR IT, IT’S A GAME.

■ Bless David: draw the scarecrow into a drawn or makeshift circle to trap it.

■ Intense, paralysing fear arrests you, if the scarecrow catches you. The wax abominations chant, TAKE THEM, NOT ME. One might even take pity and move your numbed mouth to utter the words. Say them — and the scarecrow lands deep cuts on your arms, then pursues your companion.

■ If you betray someone, the abominations take the appearance of your worst version: whether physically mutated, with a temper that amplifies your worst features, or both.


TOP | LEVEL I | LEVEL II | LEVEL IV | LEVEL V




LEVEL IV: THE ROOM WHERE NOTHING HAPPENS
CONTENT WARNING: MANIPULATION, MENTAL COERCION

You enter a quiet room. The lever sits on a table, beside rope and a dagger. As you approach, your surroundings transform: perhaps your dearest dead appear to warmly welcome you. Crowds of your doubters celebrate your success. Or you are in a calm oasis, where nothing hurts.

■ David S P’s wall scrawl says, THIS DREAM IS A NIGHTMARE.

■ Whatever your deepest wishes, the room’s vivid illusions provide. With time, your beautiful dreams deteriorate into horror. Sometimes, you hear whispers of, Make a wish.

■ The room increasingly drains your life force. Within half an hour, you have gaunt flesh, brittle bones and a hunched back. Or you might feel compelled to harm yourself, clawing your arms and face, or pulling your hair out.

■ The damage comes undone minutes after reaching the elevator.

■ The room focuses on one person: if someone joins you, they see fainter echoes of what the room shows you, but they are not enthralled. They must coax or drag you away.

■ If you are under the room’s influence, it forces you to make any later intruders stay.


TOP | LEVEL I | LEVEL II | LEVEL III | LEVEL V




LEVEL V: IT’S RAINING (AGAIN)
CONTENT WARNING: PLAGUE, THE CHILD

At the tower’s open-sky top, fire crackles from a small stone pit, shielded by a familiar, immovable blood-spattered white umbrella. Nearby, discover an immense rusted telescope and other discarded astronomy tools.

You trip on rain-battered yellowed bones at every step. One skeletal hand holds a watch piece, engraved for Mr. David Sebastian Pumpkins.

■ David S P’s has only scrawled his signature.

■ You might reach the flame easily, or be overwhelmed by sickness, black fungal spores blooming on your fingers, while you cough blood and experience intense fever. The symptoms wane once you reach the fire.

■ Burn paper talismans and link finished threads to help Karsa’s spell.

■ The child with a fox mask from the Unwinding could appear. Sign up for one of three short threads, which must finalise by 3 November.


NOTES

■ Some of the bigger plot clues have been emphasised, to help navigate through the horror details.

■ You can hit up some NPCs during the trials.

■ Check out plotting posts for last-minute team-ups.

Back to the top.

QUESTIONS

bravelyrunsaway: (wolf; trying to take what I could get)

[personal profile] bravelyrunsaway 2022-11-07 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
( The elevator slows, reaching the final floor, as Licyn happily endures the rubbing at his face and cheeks. No bother to him, the additional affection, though with the arrival he's quick to try and bodily jostle Izumi into standing and pursuing the exit right there. Even better, let them get out, track that fire he smells, get rid of whatever bad memories were lingering from the floor below, and...!

... He had no idea, burn talismans, that's what Karsa had been concerned with.

Which is why he has a wolf trying to hustle him off the elevator and onto the fifth floor, then nosily poke and prod and lick at him until he's dancing toward the fire. He must surely be too distracted to linger on the crying from earlier. This plan is excellent, and Licyn isn't taking suggestions at this point!
)
bravelyrunsaway: (wolf; if I tell you you're mine)

[personal profile] bravelyrunsaway 2022-11-07 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
Licyn takes a moment to pause deliberately, pulling his head back so he can meet Five's gaze directly. For one, as a wolf, he's roughly four feet at the shoulder; very few wolves are of his size or weight. For another, his amber gaze locks with Five's and he shakes his head, not in the manner of a canine, but in the exaggerated manner of a human's gesture. There's some shift to it, as his neck works differently, but it's recogniseable and eerie, considering.

He continues sniffing for a scent of that paper, then nudging at where he thinks he's scented it on Five.

Burn the paper. It helps, you poorly socialised young man, you can feel the proximity's helping. All this magic is horrible! Skin crawling, sear it all, if I didn't have to deal with it I'd be the happiest you'd ever seen me!

He snorts, stepping back and lifting a paw toward the fire. Then looking from Five, back to the flames, offering a single, small whine.
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[personal profile] flatly 2022-11-07 12:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[Normally Alec is much more observant on the battlefield, but heat vision renders all his surroundings in bright, broad splashes of color and that makes being detail-oriented in the moment terribly difficult. This is is why he usually orders someone else in his unit to use the rune, but that obviously wouldn't be possible for the two non-Nephilim he's with today.

He almost protests when Fei tasks him with shooting the minotaur in the back—hard to tell which way the big red blob is facing—but it turns out that context clues are more than enough and when she twists it around with that fancy footwork. He lets loose a rapid volley of arrows as soon as she presents him the opening—he's very accustomed to working in pairs with swordsmen—one right after another after another, aimed high enough to pepper the minotaur's head and shoulders so that he doesn't run the risk of hitting her as her distinct splotch of body-heat red merges with the monster's and gets lost to his eyes.

The beast roars and rears back as it gets turned unceremoniously into a pincushion, giant body slamming clumsily into the wall where Fei had just been pinned before scrambling to run away through the labyrinth to lick its wounds, veering immediately off of Magnus' string of light path into the winding corridors. Alec's concern for Fei having maybe gotten crushed against the maze wall is immediately diverted by the grip on his leg.]
Magnus! [Sorry Magnus, he's a little too keyed up to appreciate the flirting like he usually would (even if he might not admit it), and they're definitely too close for his bow to be any use right now. The weapon disappears from his fingers in a flash of blue light so his hands are free to grab Magnus and try to haul him back out of the water.] Let it go, we can keep an eye on it and deal with it if it tries to come back. [But hopefully they can just follow Magnus' magic to the lever and book it before they have to see either of the creatures again.]
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[personal profile] incantates 2022-11-07 02:55 pm (UTC)(link)
A soft snort flees Magnus’ lips, fighting off the urge to burrow deeper into Alec’s side rather than pull away from it. It doesn’t help that he makes for the world’s greatest pillow, but Magnus is going to continue to be deadweight if he doesn’t do something about the crippling fever and soreness overtaking him at the moment.

“You know me far too well,” he jokes in return as he slowly but surely pries himself free to grasp the talisman and examine the fire pit. “I think I can handle the rest from here, although if I faceplant into the fire, please know that I loved you and your abs.”

But he’s fairly confident he can make it on his own. Just baby steps…Standing up again is really the hard part, and he’s fairly confident he’s managing.
Edited (I hit send too soon woops) 2022-11-07 14:57 (UTC)
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[personal profile] blackscales 2022-11-07 03:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Wrathion feels an awkward pang as Xingchen draws back, something he recognises unfortunately as guilt. He runs his tongue over his teeth, uneasy, but pulls himself together. ]

Of course, naturally you are forgiven.

[ Perhaps if he just... carries on he can sweep the discomfort away, move on from it.]

The sickness has not touched you?

[ Talking about something other than him is preferable. ]
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[personal profile] flatly 2022-11-07 04:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Alright, that manages to make Alec crack a smile, how dare Magnus so effortlessly ruin the dour reputation he's trying to build for himself here! He rolls his eyes even as he struggles to wrestle his mouth back into a nice little scowl, and squeezes Magnus' arm once in an attempt to reassure him even as he has to let go.

"Don't even think about it," he demands, bossy. A lifetime of training sending friends and family into danger, like a good Shadowhunter should, is the only thing that gives him the strength to step away once he sees how much Magnus struggles to move on his own.

Well, that and the overwhelming desire to not be touching the eyeball anymore. "I will be right back," he says pointedly to both Magnus and the fire like he can be stern enough to ward off death for at least a few more minutes, or however long it takes him to figure out how on earth the massive telescope works enough to see where to slot in the eye. If it's even possible. He tries not to think about the fact that just a few minutes ago Magnus had been walking just fine as they stepped off the elevator, and they may not have any time at all to spare now.

With one last glance at his fiancé he strides off towards it before worry roots him into place.
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[personal profile] incantates 2022-11-07 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Every second he spends inhaling spores and whatever miasma has clouded the area leaves him further disoriented. His legs quiver slightly as he uses what’s left of his non-boiled brain cells to concentrate on the simple act of walking to the fire pit.

As soon as he’s in range, he grabs the talisman, unsure if there is anything else needed aside from lighting it up. It almost feels anticlimactic holding it over the edge of the embers and watching it slowly burn. Meanwhile, his sight goes in and out of focus a few times, a sign that his present weakness might be starting to wane.

“How are you doing over there with the eye? Still making faces at it? I’m sure it’s not going to come back alive at this point…Mostly sure. Truthfully, I wouldn’t be surprised if it did start blinking out of nowhere.”

Definitely not helping, he knows, but he can’t brave looking over his shoulder at the moment for fear of making himself dizzy, so he’s trying to keep track of Alec by sound.
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[personal profile] flatly 2022-11-07 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Alec, who had never considered the possibility of the eye animating again, is suddenly struck with the terrible mental image of it blinking wetly up at him from his hand in the wake of Magnus' question. He can almost feel it moving against his skin in his imagination. His whole body immediately shudders.

"I'm not making faces at it!" he protests over his own shoulder anyway, with a grimace that he refuses to acknowledge plastered all over his face. He climbs the ladder to the eyepiece of the telescope—no small feat with a slimy, 30cm organ in one hand—and... huh. Strange.

There's a perfectly sized curved plate between the lenses, which looks like its hooked into the gears and adjustable just like any of the glass pieces making up the mechanisms of the telescope. It seems almost too perfect for their needs, in a way that's hard to trust after some of the previous levels of the tower. Alec hesitates only long enough to look down at the eyeball in his hand and remember how disgusting this whole endeavor is, before dropping the eye into its proper place. It clicks into its spot immediately, and Alec drops off the ladder so he can wipe his hand off on his pants (definitely not any cleaner, considering what he'd waded through so far), and hurries back to Magnus' side. "It's in. Have you burned the papers?" Talismans, Alec, come on. "Are you okay?"
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[personal profile] flatly 2022-11-07 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
sliding in under the wire with Magnus and Alec's burnt talismans (and as a bonus, eyeball has been successfully stuck in the telescope!)
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[personal profile] scrapgege 2022-11-07 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[..... And now he's left alone with the weird, skin-peeling mannikin. Than you, Five.]

Ah.

Well, I'm sorry about that. It's not great being sick. We're trying to find a way to stop it, if it helps?

[Maybe he can distract the thing long enough for Five to reach the lever.]
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[personal profile] thedreamer 2022-11-07 05:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He hears what's being said, but it feels far away, the longer he holds on to Susan. ...Susan. No, it can't be possible. It's a tug-of-war between reality and fantasy, and the deeper it pulls him in, the more afraid he feels. He's not in control now, he's rapidly losing his equilibrium and his sense of himself and the world around him. Can he trust Wrath, someone he barely knows, or can he trust Susan?

He can't trust himself so he has to choose.

The words being spoken are rational, grounded, and some part of him knows they're true. But can he linger long enough for his one selfish want, his need - to be forgiven, by her, by them, by himself. Who can grant him such absolution?

( Stay here, Grandfather. Stay for a little while. And then we can travel together again. )

His eyes shut tightly again and he speaks to Wrath now, but doesn't look at him. It's a sign that the illusion still has a hold on him, but he's trying to break through it. ]


We can stay here, just a little longer. You can stay with us. A few moments, please. Just a few moments. I'm not ready -

[ How does he say goodbye? How does he do it? He's never really known how.

But things begin to devolve, the world around them fraying at the edges, burning. Susan is burning, they all are.

( You did this, Grandfather! ) ]


No, please - please, I can explain -

[ He's trying, trying so hard, but his emotions begin to get the better of him, eyes glistening with unshed tears. ]
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[personal profile] scrapgege 2022-11-07 05:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[His hands do note the places that don't heal - older wounds, he assumes, that might have happened before this person got turned into whatever creature he now is.

He notices the necklace too, but just traces a finger around it and doesn't try to open the pendant - even wolves have a right to privacy.

But clearly, the healing is happening, everything getting better moment after moment.]


That's a useful ability you have here, friend, even if this is uncomfortable.

Do you feel well enough to stand?
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[personal profile] incantates 2022-11-07 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Magnus must be okay if he has to bite his cheek and not make a follow up comment to Alex’s declaration that it’s in. Clearly, his brain hasn’t completely recovered its ability to focus yet, but the rest of him is starting to feel exponentially better, as he can finally move without feeling the planet’s axis violently tilt.

“Just peachy,” he answers after a moment, relinquishing the rest of the talisman and shaking his hands clean of ash. “Let’s take a glimpse and make sure the eye actually did something on the telescope.”

His spine straightens further as he approaches Alec, slipping an arm around his waist just in case another bout of vertigo rocks through him. The moment he feels secure enough, he lets himself lean further over the edge of the tower to look downwards and…yeah, it’s a good thing he’s holding onto Alec. Even without the sickness, he still feels a bit nauseated staring at the collection of undead corpses and mannequins.

“Either it’s working well, or I am having the world’s most unpleasant fever dream right now. What do you see?”
Edited (Phone typing is hard ) 2022-11-07 17:55 (UTC)
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[personal profile] scrapgege 2022-11-07 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)
We are, but you could get there easier if you just left me here. But you didn't.

So, thank you for letting me lean on you, daozhang.

[And yes, finally, the fire is within reach, and Xie Lian's hand only trembles slightly as he drops his talisman in here.]

I hope that does something. Karsa has some powerful magic.
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[personal profile] downswing 2022-11-07 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)


( He is, for a moment, transfixed, paralysed, mouth cold and slack and still.

The excuses: Bichen lingered near. His own leaps are measured, his body stood prone. There was no threat, no possibility of injury. If Wei Ying failed, Lan Wangji would provide for himself.

Only, the notion never interceded. There was no need. )


I trusted you would catch me.

( He cannot trust himself to acquit himself of the same duties towards Wei Ying. Precedent has served the lesson. At the mouth of Nightless City, Wei Ying's tomb yawns sweet and long. Then, Wei Ying's tears were a foregone, caricatural conclusion — the man who lost everything must surely be knelt to humility. Every true villain must be reduced.

He catches Wei Ying's hand, turns it, drags it up. Looks upon the mountain row of his knuckles as if Wangji were a snake considering if he can fit their span in his mouth's breadth. Then, calmly, instead of the traditional kiss, or the token greeting of skin to his headband, he pointedly reaches out to pinch the soft, taut skin between Wei Ying's thumb and pointing finger with petty aggression. )


I tire of saddening you. ( And so, this is.... his incentive. For Wei Ying, surely, to smile more. ) I pledge Wei Ying, before the heavens, sixteen years of laughter.

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[personal profile] thedreamer 2022-11-07 06:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Of course you are, but why. Why do you have to be so- [ No one ever listens to him.

This is nothing new, and yet, he's never learned to accept or cope with that reality. If something happens to her, he'll never forgive himself, but he can't stop her coming, he knows.

Excuse him for a moment, though, while he closes his eyes briefly in frustration, steps back, spins around just once and then holds his hands up towards the ceiling in a gesture that says, Why. Why does this always happen. Then he lets out a soft sigh and smiles, briefly. ]


-so human-y. [ He comes closer, resting his hands gently on her shoulders. ] Against all good sense and rational thought, you won't let me go anywhere alone because that's who you are - someone I'm very glad to know, and will be glad to know better when we're out of here.

Okay! Well, then, I've never generally been opposed to wasting time when we don't have any, but this is a unique situation obviously. We'll go out through this door and lead it on a bit of a chase, circle back around here. Disorient it, possibly, both of us going in a different direction?
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[personal profile] downswing 2022-11-07 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)


( A moment's pause, deftly earned, weight of it distributed across the room like condensation. He does not rescind the offer, only stills like a cat waiting the prowl of prey that thinks itself discreet and sophisticated.

He turns, face soft, mouth embittered and curled in an ill-sculpted combination between strain and a scowl. The woman appears his half in resilience: shadow and wisps of clothing and bone. How will she bear the hard run, or avoid the skid of her footing?

Perhaps better not to underestimate. Parchment is thicker, more enduring than its skin. He nods, tentatively. )


You require a second weapon? ( Daggers scattered across the floors, the head of a small axe. Rope for such slim hands, her bird-bone wrists. )

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[personal profile] scrapgege 2022-11-07 08:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Xie Lian and Chu Wanning here!
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[personal profile] unas 2022-11-07 08:17 pm (UTC)(link)
I tried to stab someone. Not me but some... illusion, I suppose.

( that's the easiest way to call it )

I'm glad it wasn't you.
strewth: campbell; britannia rule the waves. (the factory belches filth into the sky.)

[personal profile] strewth 2022-11-07 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Panting, white as a sheet, John is all crooked angles, a scarecrow on shaky legs. Dripping wet, maybe, but his glare is hot and dry.

"You ain't never changed your mind, lad?"

It's avoiding the question, maybe, but they've got to get some things straight, first.
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[personal profile] faceblocker 2022-11-07 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Wha─

[ For that flash in time, Vi forgets it's not real. She catches the faint image of the jagged monkey face and her heart stops, but before she can even look around for any other signs of Powder, the sound of the explosion drops her to her knees with her hand still on the lever. She can't hear the exit open in the chaos of a blast that's somewhat muted to her, but Vi too easily remembers other sounds of similar destruction in Powder's wake. Here, the ethereal pink gas colors the air, as do the flames that scatter around the wreckage of the illusion. Initially, she's stunned when she doesn't see any burns on herself, and that's the reminder she needs.

Not real, it's not real.

With a shudder, Vi scrambles back onto her feet to rush to Caitlyn. She's not on fire, either. ]


Are you okay?!

[ Her stomach flips at the gruesome scene around them, and Vi immediately crowds around her, trying to pull Caitlyn up without letting her look behind them. The tugging on her hand is insistent, and she'll try to pull at Caitlyn's shoulder with her other hand so that she stays facing the newly opened exit. If Vi can just get her out of here before she even realizes what happened, maybe this won't get any worse. ]

Yeah, you're okay, you're okay. It's not real. Just look at me. I'm real.
strewth: campbell; a green and pleasant land. (to ribbons)

[personal profile] strewth 2022-11-07 08:38 pm (UTC)(link)
If you gotta ask... [John murmurs, wheedling yet further from the truth. John takes a step into the elevator, more to escape the conversation than find safe ground, and accomplishes neither.] S'both. Always is, mate.
strewth: campbell; this sceptered isle. (above the din of our rice krispies.)

[personal profile] strewth 2022-11-07 08:39 pm (UTC)(link)
"Me great-great-" a grunt, a whimper, and his vision goes black. He's not really sure what's going on anymore, but he's being pulled, and the rhythm, the sway of that means safety- "great-nan were a Johanna."
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[personal profile] faceblocker 2022-11-07 08:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It might seem like something of a taunt anywhere else (or worse), but Vi will take it for a thank you, not that she ever expects one. Helping one helps all, isn't that right? Vi doesn't know how magic works, and won't trust that it will work the same if she just burns his talisman for him to speed things up.

At least she's doing what she can to let him keep some dignity, not remarking when her boots get splattered yet again in someone else's blood, and refraining from slinging him right over her shoulder (the joke doesn't count). He's taller than her (about Caitlyn's height, maybe), but she could manage. Somehow, whatever's hitting some of the others has passed her on by. Maybe it's survivor's guilt urging her to help him stagger his way to the fire. She had been lucky to avoid any sickness in Zaun, too, while some others choked on the air until they died on their molding mattresses.

It's too familiar. Sadness draws her shoulders to shrug as she shifts to get a better grip around his waist, tugging him along with a gentle patience. Is he going to die? He probably shouldn't die alone, at the very least.

Vi's smile is crooked, soft for when she doesn't know if the person will even live through the next sentence. The perfect time for dry humor. ]


Like that, do you? Say the word and I'll carry you the whole way, princess.
Edited (me realizing i contradicted myself halfway through the tag: i lost the battle but i cannot lose the war) 2022-11-07 20:46 (UTC)