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let's set d o w n some ([personal profile] groundrules) wrote in [community profile] westwhere2023-01-27 08:34 pm

the scattering


And now, hard siege during Alem’s first log event, covering 27 January to 12 February.

This Arc relies on information sharing and troubleshooting solutions, whether to keep the watch towers standing, find the Reaper, hold back Rathakku or evacuate civilians. Don’t be shy!

As a refresher, character have individual assignment & notes — but rest easily, they can largely go anywhere in Alem and play out any prompt below.

Click each header for scenarios!

THE SCATTERING




Alem’s chilly welcome includes a gift of weapons, clothes and meagre food provisions. You are quickly given your posts and grudgingly tolerated by fortress natives, many of whom accuse you of collusion with Rathakku or the merchant guilds. Expect unkind tests or teasing from soldiers who want you to prove your worth.

SLEEPING ARRANGEMENTS: rare beds and hard pallets in the Keep barracks, sharing broad rooms infantrymen. Alternatively, sleep in the Wards, with refugees or the sick.

ARSENAL: you receive serviceable weapons or inherited clothes — ragged, over/undersized and perhaps livened by fleas.

FOOD: scant, dry, hard and prioritised for the weak, young, sickly or actively fighting. Scarce additional resources, such as berries and deer meat, can be procured from the nearby forests on the lower half of the mountain.

ACCESS: characters can go to anywhere, except the Room of Seals. Entering the Watch Towers will be discouraged during attacks, unless you were assigned these posts.

■ Between 7-10 February, Rathakku will Claw — meaning necromancers, the dead and those who are incredibly sensitive to life and death are vulnerable to his thrall. They could be conscripted into his armies, if they exit the fortress or linger long outside. Ghosts might woo them to enter the mountain forests, and they will itch with wanderlust and a sense of incompletion. Comment here with an idea of what you'd like you character to do/a> if they are lured to Rathakku’s side.

NPCs: each fortress level has a designated NPC you can reach out to. Deimar will additionally be visiting the Watch Tower, following Stephen Strange’s taunts.


THE WATCH TOWERS

The first and most war-torn line of defence. The watch towers keep Alem standing — fend off their attackers.

       EASTERN TOWER



■ Assigned to the Eastern Tower: Jinx, Vi, Hermione and Chu Wanning. Medic: Leonard ‘Bones’ McCoy.

■ Harpies frequently charge here, using their blade-sharp claws and deep fangs. They are humanoid but carnivorous and expressly prey on tower watchers. The scent of blood lures them — so Bones should quickly bandage wounds.
■ Bad weather hides their attacks. Beware the mists of 29 January and the blizzards of 3-6 February.

■ Cut the harpies’ legs if they fly away with you — better to risk a hard fall into the mountain’s snowy than being dragged into their nests.

■ They are vulnerable to loud sounds and vibrations. Set off the great, rusted tower bells to sound the alarm and repel them.


       WESTERN TOWER



■ Assigned to the Western Tower: Eleven, Xie Yun, Kahl and Eda. Medic: Sarah Bishop.

■ Flurries of arrows frequently rain down, plain, fire or poison-tipped. They are shot in two broad attacks (morning and evening) by orc archers.

Sarah receives a kit of local ointment antidotes, but must make haste — the sickness spreads quickly and paralyses limbs. (Effects disappear over 1-6 hours, once the antidote is applied).

■ A rare few arrows are tipped with hallucinogen substances that trigger paranoid visions.

■ Orcs may try to scale this tower, using climbing hooks. Push them down.


       SOUTHERN TOWER



■ Assigned to the Southern Tower: Jon Snow, Stephen Strange, Red and Finn. Medic: Wen Qing.

Irenia, Frost’s Scourge, an ancient, extremely large but slow dragon stops first at the Southern Tower before proceeding to other watch posts. She will turn back, if she is stopped here.

■ The dragon breathes down frost that can paralyse you in place, or freeze limbs. Wen Qing must prioritise warming the affected.

■ A few anti-frost shields have been supplied, but their magic wanes after a few hours. Use them as a last resort.

Irenia’s hide is tough and leathery, but she can be deflected by continuous attack. She no longer seems to hear or see as sharply.

■ She largely flies by, breathes ice and tries to pick up watchers in her great maws, then crack their bones or throw them down on hard stone.

■ Repel her for three consecutive days and she will not return for a week.


       NORTHERN TOWER



■ Assigned to the Northern Tower: Kamala Khan, Wanda Maximoff, Merrin and Jiang Cheng. Medic: Anduin.

■ Demons draw large catapults near the fortress walls and throw strong projectiles at this tower — stone, large steel balls or even human or demonic.

■ The worst missiles comprise stones alight with ‘living fire’ — an extraordinarily hot blaze that can quickly incinerate tissue. Anduin should immediately attend to burns.

■ The tower is exceptionally weathered and structurally unsound, marked by large, destabilising holes. Kerasstone asks you to fix the infrastructure or guard his repairmen.

■ The ongoing damage sometimes triggers quakes in the fragile tower — hold on and don’t fall crumbling to your deaths.

■ Use the one-man crossbows and range weapons available, or the fixed large tower crossbows to shoot back and destroy the catapults.


THE KEEP


Life at court, when the knives come out: barracks, royal halls and Crown Prince Haiva’s medical quarters await.

KINGDOM COME

The court of Alem bustles with rival proposals: the supporters of Crown Prince Haiva want to surrender the citadel, while proponents of former Regent Thyvault seek to raise the remaining armed forces in a desperate last stand against Rathakku. King Deimar, mere months in his rule, has opted to evacuate convoys and resettle them, after sealing away any last chance of Rathakku accessing hell’s gates.

■ The supporters of Haiva, Thyvault and Deimar wage frequent wars of words that accuse Thyvault of Deimar of usurpring rule, and Haiva of being too weak to lead.

Thyvault’s men slyly wonder if Deimar killed the beautiful woman he was seen wooing mere months ago in the fortress grounds. Proof of her death or continued survival would benefit the three causes.

■ The woman was last seen chased by a fair-haired rider into the frosted forests that Rathakku has peopled with monstrous wolves and undead Alem huntsmen. Interrogate hunters & commoners or track her down.

■ Tempers boil over Jan. 29-Feb. 5, with arguments frequently devolving into fights and shallow stabbing. As ‘supporters’ of the three gentlemen, you should defend their cause — but do pull back blows before you kill each other.

Deimar punished brawlers with a few days of penitent confinement in the barracks, where you are expected to reflect on your sins and attitude, and certainly not join the cliques of heavily drinking men playing dares and cards. Hold your liquor, survive the exceptionally spicy Alem meals and take advantage of the general inebriation to ask your questions of the brass — without showing your horror when you hear them boast that Thyvault’s men drove the local ice mermaid population extinct.


IS THERE A DOCTOR IN THE HOUSE?

The Haiva’s medics ( Bones, Sarah Bishop, Anduin and Wen Qing) are repeatedly called in to inspect his fits of sudden and elusive sickness. He exhibits a varied multitude of bizarre symptoms when his healers visit him:

Bones finds Haiva is a haemophiliac, his skin brittle like paper.

■ For Sarah Bishop, Haiva is overwhelmingly feverish, battling an unseen infection.

Wen Qing sees patches on Haiva’s skin that resemble decaying, moulding or gangrene.

Anduin notices Haiva’s skin feels clammy, his breathing stalled, as if his body were entering rigor mortis. He is very much alive.


Haiva is always weak, but gratefully and mysteriously cured of his symptoms within hours of his consultation. You can start a thread with him!

Info sharing with the medics’ club is caring!


THE CROSSING



The bustling, stifling and overheated Crossing reunites the main ground-level gates and corridors of Alem’s castle. Merchants traverse the halls, volunteering their wares at exorbitant prices, while former Regent Thyvault leads the departing troops.

HAGGLE GAGGLE

■ Colluding merchants offer their less-than-stellar goods at heinous rates. You get 100 coins to haggle long, hard and to the bone for food, cloth and maps, amid war inflation. Offer your hair, your virtue, the ugly side of your fist as needed. No one will mind if you liberate a few wares.

■ Two of the most prominent merchants — boastful Batthour of the grains and stern Eles, vendor of maps, silks and steel — openly despise each other. Their apprentices frequently start brawling — stay out of their way or stoke the clashes…

Batthour and Eles are both open to trade, but seem distinctly disdainful of Alem, expressing pleasure from profiteering in its downfall. Group up to raise coin or other goods to trade, then put in your best offer. The next few Alem convoys require 500kg of wheat and at least three maps of eastward provinces to resettle.


THE WAR IN WORDS

WHEN IT GRAINS, RED POURS: Under Thyvault’s leadership, Alem’s scouts and infantry gather in the Crossing for final instructions then advance into Rathakku’s territory. You can join them on a mission to the Ivory plains at the bottom of the mountain, where a few frozen storage houses still have summer grains. Steal back the supplies, bypassing snow-buried traps and Rathakku’s lingering feral creatures.

■ King Deimar has prepared new missives for Rathakku. Multiple envoys can group up to ensure delivery down the mountain and into the warlord’s encampment in the Tattered Highlands. Your white flag buys limited patience from Rathakku’s demonic armies. Only two characters can directly interact with the warlord — Sign up for one of two spots by 23:55 GMT on 30 January. Note: Rathakku should be approached lightly.


THE WARDS



The ill-lit Wards house the wounded, young, crippled or vulnerable of Alem, alongside those preparing to evacuate the fortress in upcoming convoys. Where there is sickness and overcrowding, expect poor provisions, the astringent scent of antiseptic, and a sense of residual decay. The lucky few sleep on pallets — while most dwellers take the hard ground and share dry bread. Soft-spoken Crown Prince Haiva visits regularly.

THINK OF THE CHILDREN

■ Weak civilians are often targeted by soldiers, who are frustrated by sharing their resources with ‘leeches’ who do not defend the citadel. Intervene to protect the vulnerable and redistribute any food that is unfairly confiscated. Prince Haiva will lend his scarce authority to correct any reported wrongdoings.

■ Learn to supply first aid, console orphaned children or widow(er)s and ease the spirits of those petrified by the recent murders.

■ A convoy prepares to leave on 9 Feb, with another due on 15 Feb. Pack the scant effects of the weak and plead for the gold or charity of the Keep’s gentry. Whatever resources you gain will greatly help the survival odds of those who resettle.

■ Inevitably, death visits some of the wounded. Professional grievers and coarse embalmers perform cleansing and mourning rites for survivors. Help them, or participate in the local habit of sharing tales of your most tragic sorrows, to distract them from their own.


WATSON ON DUTY

■ The investigative summary, as civilians can share them: five unrelated deaths took place over the past 11 weeks. Some speak superstitiously of a Reaper, who punishes the people of Alem for abandoning their fortress and sacred duty to protect the gate to hell.

■ The victims were all men aged 22-35 of diverse appearances and backgrounds. Some had minor injuries. They were all found without marks of wounding or sickness, bearing a white string bound to their wrists. One of the men was a foreign merchant.

■ Senior sorceress Althea searched the site and cleansed bodies, finding no evidence of magical interference.

Haiva has reinforced guards, but Deimar seems indifferent. Thyvault believes this is only an inevitably level of mundane crime.

■ Some nights, you might wake to the haunting song of a plangent woman. You enter a state of dreamy, confused hypnosis, drawn to a narrow, steep staircase you had not glimpsed before. You fumble towards the lake caves of the Gut’s Bind. Even the intrusive voices of Alem tell you to snap out of it and awaken — but your best bet is a companion’s help.

■ The staircase cannot be found again, come morning. The call is fainter for women, and does not affect the same person more than one-two nights.

■ Guards, sorcerers and civilians can answer your questions — but prepare your bribes and wooing.


THE GUT’S BIND



It’s nice, dark and quiet in here, barring the comforting thrum of the forges. Paladins and sorcerers are hard at their elusive work, reinforcing the Room of Seals. Access to the Forges, mines and glacier lake caves remains liberal.

LAKES, MINES, MAYHEM

THE MINES: Characters deployed to find new escape routes find a series of corridors leading into the previously bustling gold mines, where ore resources remain well supplied. The territory is overwhelmingly shaky, with mine shafts and structures prone to collapse. They appear dusty, brittle, husked and far older than their actual age. Go deep enough and you can find sheets haphazardly strewn about and the remains of partly devoured demons.

THE LAKES: Saunter into a series of four interconnected ice lake caves, where the brutal cold is viciously wounding and pervasive. The first three caves give you no trouble, beyond ridiculously sharp icicles waiting to drop down. As you enter the fourth cave, you find gleaming stretches of golden, gleaming… scales that float on the lake waters. Grab one to study — but beware the starved creature that guards them.

THE FORGES: some entirely abandoned, some functional, all well-equipped at this time. Settle down alone, or in the company of Kerasstone’s people — the old blood that preceded even Alem’s settlement and holy seal in the mountains.

■ Keep an ear out for sudden sounds or unexpected steps behind you, as you travel the tighter and tighter passageways to find or shovel new exit routes through the mountain: some of Rathakku’s creatures appear to have… wandered in. They camouflage as stone and lay perfectly still in wait of their prey, before descending. They’re vulnerable to strong light and a jolly smiting.


LOCK YOUR DOORS

■ Paladins and sorcerers enter the heavily warded and barricaded Room of Seals every few hours. They emerge exhausted, their resources drained. Some also bear heavy gashes.

■ Characters are barred from entering and incarcerated for a day in one of the Keep’s jails or brought before Galatea’s judgement, if they attempt to sneak in.

■ Groans and screams can be occasionally heard from within, followed by spikes in the sense of deathliness of the place. Some paladins are never seen exiting.

■ You have one chance to enter, at midnight on 1 February, when the Gut’s Bind erupts into calls for healers to attend an emergency. Collapsed paladins are urgently pulled out, while sorcerers attempt to ward the room before ultimately fleeing to help their brethren. You can infiltrate and stay inside for 20 minutes before the stoked anger of the room completely overwhelms you, and you begin to bodily attack everyone and everything around you. This is a dangerous route: check in for one of three findings scenarios.



QUESTIONS

traumatology: (181)

[personal profile] traumatology 2023-02-20 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Fine. Tried to eat something that's not going to go down very well.

( he lifts his arm, shows off the metal underneath his sleeve before he glances at the bush. )

I don't know if you killed it.
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[personal profile] rehandle 2023-02-21 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe I didn't leave a lasting impression.

[ The humour in his voice says he doesn't believe that for one instant. ]

Little of one, some of the other. There's spellwork involved, but some of it is just -

[ Here his hand finally lifts from the floor, beckoning slightly, and in answer the door to the stairwell swings measuredly open. Some of it is practice turned instinct, as easy as breathing. ]

The Mystic Arts is the umbrella term for my particular practice. It's sorcery. The harnessing and repurposing of dimensional energy.
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2023-02-21 12:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ Don't think he isn't going to follow up with Allison. She's more of a people person, so she might have gotten more out of him than he does.

Although his description turns his head even more than the trick he does with the door. His biggest problem with magic has always been following the logic of how it works, because most of it doesn't seem rooted in science at all. And if it does, the people who use it have no idea how to explain it in those terms.

But he has an ear for picking out words that could put it closer to the realm of quantum mechanics, and that he knows better than anyone. ]


Dimensional energy. [ He has so many questions. Little time, but still. ] Self-taught, or do you come from a long line of sorcerers?
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[personal profile] growlies 2023-02-21 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
"...it's even harder here because we don't belong. Yet we're tasked with making decisions for these people, for their world - that's some pretty big ripple effects from the choices we make, and we're not the ones who will live with the consequences in the same way."

Irenia will live with their choices for her.

The people here will live with the consequences. She frowns though after a moment realizing she hasn't exactly introduced herself even if she's seen him around since she at least first arrived.

"Anyway, guess war brings out the depressing, questioning side in us all. ...I'm Red."
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[personal profile] blackscales 2023-02-21 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
He glances away for a moment as she talks of her next rounds. Could he slip out now? He can't be gone too long, of course, with Haiva --

Then she turns back to him, and speaks again. Since Serthica.

Ah.

Wrathion meets her gaze and schools his expression, as if this comment is nothing of note.

"You've been busy, of course. I won't hold it against you."

As if that's all she's commenting on, her failure to stay in touch as a companion. Surely they must simply speak more, as friends, and then all will be well?
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[personal profile] growlies 2023-02-21 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
Red's smile quirks to the side in amusement at that, appreciating the warmth of her touch. It is reassuring, and she just likes being close like this.

"It isn't. I chose my own name - Hades gave me one when he created this... version, but I didn't want it."

Now she thinks it's probably the name of the soul that he destroyed to make her so. Especially doesn't want it.
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[personal profile] clavesregni 2023-02-21 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
Your arm.

[She reaches out to touch it, shocked to see the metal but, more than that, concerned. She doesn't consider whether he actually wants to be touched.]

What happened to it?
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[personal profile] blackscales 2023-02-21 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
He nods in understanding. How many times, after all, has he reminded Anduin that this is not Azeroth? That none of these cities are Stormwind? They can help, of course, they must do what they can -- but they should not overrule the people who live here if possible. They cannot claim to know their homes better than them.

Still, the prompt twitches a smile from him.

"You may call me Wrathion," he offers. "I'd say it's good to meet you, but this is hardly a pleasant locale for either of us."

War, seals breaching to let hell up from below, murders and illnesses. None of it allows for a relaxing time.
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[personal profile] inferus 2023-02-21 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
( Wrath stills and turns to face Five, knowing his friend means it. There are few here he would count on more, but there is something more important to consider first. )

It is what I intend to do, and I would appreciate your help. ( There is another pause as he thinks on his words. ) I have to be certain it is... safe for me to enter. ( When he says safe, he means safe for everyone else. He contains such anger already - the type existing in that room could overwhelm the careful control he keeps on himself at all times. )
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[personal profile] valeas 2023-02-21 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
( Once permission has been granted, Emilia carefully flattens her palm against the space between Five's shoulder blades. He'll feel the preternatural warmth of her as the hum of her magic attempts to read what has been left on him. )

I can tell you it is certainly demonic in nature. But ... ( Her brows furrow here. Her hand slips away, aware he would not want her to linger more than necessary. ) it's different to Wrath. Where the essence of his magic feels ancient and vast, this feels — it feels newly shaped. Young and not nearly as developed.

( What that means for them she does not yet know, but it is interesting. )
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[personal profile] reparo 2023-02-21 08:41 am (UTC)(link)
"It's a good name - your hair is very eye-catching," she says. It drew her attention the first time, for sure; that, and Red's shameless swearing and overall demeanour. She likes her friends to be more shameless than her.

(She like the redheads that are just as likely to give her a headache as to put her at ease.)

Unprompted, she remembers a trivial bit of information she read, once, back when she had time to read for pleasure and was devouring her mythology books. (So ten years ago, give or take.)

"Did you know that there's belief that the name Cerberus is derived from an older language than Ancient Greek, and that it means 'spotted'?"
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[personal profile] reparo 2023-02-21 08:48 am (UTC)(link)
"No-one, hm?" she asks, with a hesitant smile. She can see quite easily why Red likes the Doctor so much; he's a kind soul, and those can be rare in some worlds.

Thinking about her own, she is reminded of all the unkind souls there. So of course, he asks for more of the story, and she purses her lips a little in thought, looking away from him.

"My parents are safe," she says, trying to not let it show what that cost her. "But no, we were not safe. It was a gruesome and bloody battle, a final battle - people died, people got hurt."

A pause, and it's like she can see it now. The rubble and dust settling, the sting of smoke in her eyes, the sounds of sobbing behind her. Harry, standing victorious against Voldemort, after seven bloody years of trying. Of having to try, just because of who his parents were, just because of that stupid prophecy.

"My side won. That's the last thing I experienced, before coming here - that we won, and the fighting was over." She looks at the Doctor again, her eyes shimmering with unshed angry tears. "Hogwarts is a school, Doctor. Voldemort brought his army to a school, he fought students and professors and whatever members of the Order of the Phoenix - the resistence, if you will - that could make it there, on the same grounds where a week before children were learning spells and charms, and we still won."
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[personal profile] traumatology 2023-02-21 12:29 pm (UTC)(link)
( he doesn't pull away when she reaches to touch his arm and he thinks that's progress on his part. )

Lost it awhile ago. Don't worry, doesn't hurt.

( he was used to the phantom pain at this point. )

I'm fine.
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2023-02-21 12:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Five stands remarkably still when she places her hand on him, and doesn't react as warmth spreads over the wounds on his back. Emilia is true to her word; the whole thing only takes a moment, but the sensation lingers as she confirms that what he experienced was exactly what he thought it was.

He's silent as he mulls that over. Without knowing anything about how demons are created, he can only infer from what he experienced. He frowns at stray thought that he once was accused of being a demon living inside the body of a child. He'd never asked about Wangji's experience in that area, but maybe this is how that starts. Emilia is the expert that he'd rather rely on, so he looks to her reaction.

He gathers that she isn't making any connection to the murder victim she was investigating. ]


...So it's possible it doesn't have a body?
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2023-02-21 01:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He doesn't know his exact meaning, but he can gather enough from what he said earlier to understand his caution. If the gate is hungering for the very thing that Wrath represents, it might tip the scales.

He also may be the only chance they have.

Wrath is aware that Five could blink past the guards if needed and tell him what's inside, and he would if he asks, but that goes without saying. Instead of offering the obvious, he nods in understanding. ]


So we need to buy you time to figure it out.
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[personal profile] rehandle 2023-02-21 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
The longest.

[ Tongue in cheek. The point is - ]

Nothing inherited. Magic isn't common or a legacy game in my particular field - I had teachers for the basics and a little more besides, ancient texts for the rest, and a little creativity for anything not already written down.
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2023-02-21 04:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Five is silent as he lets that thought hang there. Of course, he's used to people expecting answers out of him. It's a wonder it still happens, with how often he's been wrong. No matter how smart he is or how much he thinks he understands, every world seems determined to break down his ego by throwing logic out the window.

But he has been taking notes again, so apparently he hasn't given up just yet. Some fundamental part of him still actively resists the apocalypse and can't help but do everything he can to prevent it. ]


...There's a gate below us, and if it opens, it could destroy everything. All this fighting is causing the seal over it to break.

[ If she looked at his notebook she'd only see a mess of equations and scribbled notations, so it's obvious they're only meant for him. But since she's being polite, he makes an attempt to explain. ]

I'm calculating our odds to find out if we need to start thinking about last resorts. If I can figure out the rate we're actively affecting the seals underground, I might be able to tell how much time we have.
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[personal profile] beitangmoran 2023-02-21 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)
That doesn't sound good, coming from you.

[And it sounded like you were very, very freaked out, so that must have been one hell of a dream.]

But now that you mention it, it seems other people have said they've had strange dreams too. Of a woman singing?
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[personal profile] weifinder 2023-02-21 08:08 pm (UTC)(link)
The downsides to not having come after Five carrying along his supplies. As usual, make do, and make it work.

Permission eventually granted, Wei Wuxian nods, bridging the distance. Blood doesn't flow as readily as ink or cinnabar, his fingers have no smooth finish to them the way of any brush, but the ragged, powerful lines of his making carry their own blunt beauty even like this.

The work is quick, his expression set the whole time, his pendant back around his neck and casting light by which he works. Done, he steps back, surveying the whole before he nods, once.

"Done. This way."

He turns, sticking his finger back in his mouth to lick it clean, then dries it on his sleeve as he strides toward the darker cavern of the tunnel out, ready to make his best guesses getting them back out, as long as Five's own talents remain out of touch.
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2023-02-21 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Now he brings it up. There wasn't any woman singing (although that dream is one he'll have in a few nights), but it at least shows him that something is going around. ]

No, it was... something else. [ Less pleasant. ] What happened to them?
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[personal profile] nachocheese 2023-02-21 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm not hurt.

[Is there a hint of pride in that, a quickness to clarify that's more about Nacho's own image of toughness than sparing Marcos's feelings? Maybe! Or, really: definitely, yes. He's not as hurt as he might've gotten had Marcos not intervened, anyway, so hey! Nacho can't complain.

He softens, though, as they walk.]


Thanks again, Marcos. I owe you one. I'm Nacho. [Pause.] A mutant, huh? What, like Superman?

[He sounds more curious than angry or disgusted. And, okay, Superman's an alien, technically, but... go easy on him, Marcos. He's trying to be friendly! You could be forgiven for not picking up on that immediately, though.]

Listen, if there's anything I can do to say "thanks," just... let me know.
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2023-02-21 09:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Five makes a face as he stalks back across the room, but flippant remarks aside, it sounds similar to Hermione. Just without the wand. Which possibly makes it more accessible. He makes a note to look into it if the world doesn't end. ]

You don't seem too concerned. You find yourself in these situations often?
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[personal profile] makemeasong 2023-02-21 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Clara takes a deep breath of the hot air that smells so many things but nice. But still, she tries to recall her mum, her face, her smile. ]

Holding that ring was like holding her hand. I could always feel the silver against my fingers when she held onto me. I used to spin it around my finger when I was nervous, because it kept me calm, thinking of her.

[ She'd thought she'd done the right thing, and now she doesn't know. She'd gotten so used to him being there, with her, whenever things were bad, and difficult decisions had to be made. Maybe she'd leaned too far into trying to think more like him whenever he wasn't with her.

In any case, it's done now, and she feels less good about it than she thought she would. ]


I love that ring.
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[personal profile] nachocheese 2023-02-22 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh. Uh."

Nacho isn't really used to this kind of consideration. To Nacho, it feels like bordering on doting. Maybe from his dad when he was a little kid, sure. But not since then. Without really thinking about it, he sits up a little straighter, the Doctor's words calling to mind a stiffness that's taken hold in the middle of his back and refuses to leave.

"My back, I guess? Hey, but listen, man. You really don't have to do all this." Not that he isn't grateful for the thought. But it seems a bit unnecessary to put the Doctor out of his way just for him.

Still, there's something to his expression. Confused, surprise, but grateful.
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[personal profile] nachocheese 2023-02-22 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah?

[There's just a hint of softness in Nacho's voice as he tries to picture it. Sounds kinda beautiful. Or more than kinda, really.] I'd rather be there than here.

[He's not lying! Alem isn't exactly a great place to be, although selfishly, Nacho can see benefits to being here over where he was in life. Does that mean he'd rather be in Alem than Albuquerque? Fuck no. He's sick of watching people suffer.

But at least here, his dad's not in danger. And at least here, he's free.

He knows he's an unusual case, though. Most people probably wouldn't even be able to muster his own ambivalence, let alone an active preference for here over their own homes.

A lot of people would probably prefer Clara's colored-pencil plan, though.

Nacho closes his eyes, and smiles just a little.]


Trying to picture it, here. [And he does! For a moment. He doesn't know if he's picturing it accurately, but what he does picture sure is beautiful. Then he opens his eyes again, and fakes getting hit in the head with something. He stumbles back, and makes a show of rubbing his head.] Ow! Think I got hit with an invisible sapphire...

[He's teasing her, of course. And he doesn't stop there.]

Cocktails on the moon, huh? How do I know you're old enough to drink? [Of course, he can tell she is. Short or not!]