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let's set d o w n some ([personal profile] groundrules) wrote in [community profile] westwhere2023-03-08 06:47 pm

stage iii


THE ASHES







Rathakku’s forces deepen their siege, with sharp-clawed harpies, fire-bearing catapults and archers raining hell upon Alem. The last two watch towers collapse, along with half the roof of the Keep. Several structural pillars dissolve and most windows shatter.

The Lord Who Waits has tired of patience.

HIGH CASTLE



■ Attack is vicious and perpetual: Rathakku’s creatures descend from above, harpies make lairs in dark corners, and the fallen rise as undead enemies. Rathakku now necromances even the recently deceased, who retain a sense of personhood. Characters with mind control and necromantic abilities can take over these units. The recently resurrected have yet to decay substantially and hide they perished in order to infiltrate.

■ The dragon Irenia dips in to breathe frost onto Rathakku’s forces, but never lingers long. She disappears on March 20 but will return post-Arc.

■ Aware of his native Ellethia’s implicit role in raising Rathakku, Zenobius offers to teach you how to use the rare metals and saltpetre of Alem to create generous explosives — a set that triggers a very high blast, and a smaller shipment that can annihilate any magic — including death and summoning sorcery — in a 20-metre radius for two hours. Zenobius is a hard, curmudgeony taskmaster: expect to be worked and criticised to the bone.

■ Expect frequent quakes in the fortress, as catapults strike and the roof and pillars wobble. A hard winter is no longer contained by shattered doors and windows. Fire kindle and other supplies run scarce. Huddle together.

■ Paladins fall into zealotry, calling to sacrifice young princess Cle-Florens to ensure their success in battle. Deimar does not dissuade them, but lowers the number of guards protecting Cle-Florens’ quarters.

■ The voices that haunted Alem now multiply, increasingly likely to drag you into a dream-like state to descend into the glacier lakes underground. Spy thereabout at night, and you spot demonic fire sirens of golden scales, who gather in the fourth glacier lake’s cave to urgently complete their task before Alem falls. Their leader produces a purse of dark glass shards. A siren painfully transforms her tail into human legs by consuming such glass — she intends to infiltrate the fortress as a refugee. Sign up for a RNG thread to interrogate this mermaid.

■ With a few more shard crumbs, the sirens summon a ‘Jatharin’ — a fast dispersing silhouette that floats ethereally. They give it a white-silver string punish Prince Haiva for wronging a sister.

■ The Jatharin survives only two hours in the human realm. It lacks human consciousness and memory, remembering little of its target’s description and pursuing what ‘young men (with pale hair)’ it finds in the Wards. It is invisible to all who did not witness its birth — so keep your companions out of its way. It approaches a target and chains itself to them with a shadowy ‘umbilical chord,’ before sucking dry their life force. It can also deplete energy through... mouth-on-mouth action. Clean executions: Victims make no sound and barely shudder throughout their entrapment. Some say, these are painless deaths.

■ Sirens summon a Jatharin for three nights.

HARPIES
Fast, perpetually furious, prone to consuming human flesh. Deterred by loud noise and vibrations. Imbue their claws with poisons that prevent blood coagulation, extending bleed-outs.
CATAPULTS
Deliver projectiles of stone, fire and minor explosives. Rathakku’s most ferocious instrument, taking down Alem’s foundations. Manned by four undead apiece. Sturdy but slow, best targeted aerially.
FIRE SIRENS
Native to Hell. Deeply bound to ‘sisters’ and ‘family.’ Possess golden scales and shards of the previously encountered dark water mirrors. Their song is tinny but compelling. Their speaking voices are crackling and gravelly. Survive the glacier lakes’ cold by exuding flame. Skin burns to touch.
JATHARIN
Smokey, dispersing silhouette. Invisible to those who did not witness its birth. Kills by consuming life energy. Descended from the Motherless of Hell. Cannot be outright stopped, only avoided, enslaved or consumed. Can be distracted if you take an aspect similar to Haiva. Leaves a golden string on unintended victims.


THE DEPARTING



■ King Deimar orders caravans to urgently evacuate, carrying refugees and provisions through mountain routes into a new settlement. Able men, guards, healers and merchants make preparations around the clock and will gladly accept, command or guilt your assistance. Help them.

■ Courtesy of Jimmy and Nacho, merchants Batthour and Eles provide some last-minute wagons and resources. An Alison-coached Deimar strikes a tenuous agreement for supplies.

■ Having received ‘healing’ flowers, Prince Haiva seems entirely recovered — far more confident, he menaces guards to assist the caravans. Deimar watches uneasily. Haiva asks the party to lead the refugees through the icy mountain passageways, where Rathakku’s immense bat demons loom.

■ The caravans journey to a well-warded settlement near the base of the mountain — former paladin monastery Hassir. Those who wish to avoid conflict can remain here. Prepare to kill any wandering pursuers, before they may alert Rathakku of the settlement's location.

MOUNTAIN BATS
Monstrous, blood-thirsting. To the size of 1.5-3 metres. Bulky, quicker to use their brawns than their speed. Stalk together, but compete for food and want to drag their prey to some great distance before consuming it, for privacy. Use that time to escape.
HUNTSMEN
Undead forces, typically old resurrections of Rathakku. Once human natives of Alem. Excellent knowledge of hiding spots and the mountain. Hostile, take perverse pleasure in the game. Will prolong a chase for sport and give their hungering hounds the chance to catch you. Unusual kinship with local animals, who sometimes obey them. Some scent blood.


COME HELL, THEN DARK WATER



Hell is ruthless, but pragmatic — and must be sealed, before Rathakku controls Alem and weaponises it.

The growing cracks in Alem’s underground Room of Seals widen to reveal full-fledged stairs. More and more demons emerge as the rifts broaden. You have mere days to close Hell, ICly starting on 18 March.

■ Back/forward date your posts and logs as needed. Network access is spottier in Hell. Deimar’s paladins accompany the group.

■ To prevent the outpour of Hell, you must reach Level III and record disrupting at least three Motherless.

■ Each level of Hell shows shallow stains or streams of the familiar ‘dark water.’

LEVEL I

■ The Room of Seal leads into an underground stone passageway. Demons and skeletons are chained to stones or pillars, begging water. The dead are fickle: some offer directions, others answers to your questions. Most lie for their own gain.

■ The stairwell to Level II is behind locked gates, on a stone dais framed by a wall of flames. To reach it, cross a threadbare walkway of bones in a large hall room that has largely submerged into lava.

■ If the bridge ruptures, jump onto the nearby talking floating skeleton heads. Skeletal hands reach out to destabilise or drag you into the fire waters, as do demonic lava mermaids.

■ As you near the dais, the wall of flames might depict either the time when Thyvault’s people slaughtered the lava sirens, or your worst memory of betraying or failing someone. That same person is found shackled with long chains on the dais. If you never wronged anyone, this is someone to whom you are dearly indebted. At times plaintive, at others incensed, they appeal to your guilt or goodwill, bartering the gate key for their release. Their chains will only open if someone agrees to take their place in imprisonment.

■ You can steal their key, kill them — at which point, they return to their true form as a reptilian shapeshifter, or offer to take their place. Do so, and your character is stuck in Hell, suffering the intense heat and occasional clawing of mermaids, until Hell closes.

■ Up to you if anyone else can see your character’s memory in the flame wall. Please trigger warn adequately if you are describing sensitive memories.


LEVEL II

You descend deeper, into an underground urbanscape infested with flesh-like structures. Some stretches of land and stone are covered in membranous, dense, thick surfaces, letting you feel the faint, distant heartbeat of Hell. Other landmarks — lairs, adornments — are made of the remains of fallen demons.
■ Step lightly and rapidly. Flesh-eating demons roam these lands, as do hungering hell hounds and golems that chase you for parts to patch their limbs.

■ The next stairwell is guarded by a deathly groom or bride, their tentacles barring your path.

■ To proceed, you must gain the ring they are safe-keeping for a future ‘intended.’ You’ll need to persuade a local demon, assemble a passing corpse bride, sell a companion or offer yourself to betroth them — and negotiate a dowry.

■ The groom is crafty, cunning, eager to manipulate you into offering your soul as a dowry; the bride is cruel but irresistible, stirring you and your companion to violently compete for her hand.


LEVEL III

Behold true hell, an endless wasteland, its horizon fathomless and grey. Your mouth tastes of perpetual ash, bone dust scattered at your feet. You walk aimlessly for hours in fields of gravel, haunted by stone snakes and shapeless bone creations.

Demonic creatures rally as armies, fighting each other for crumbling territory or for overground dominion, as they prepare to invade Alem. Some drag rows of sullen, depressed or bellicose dead men behind them, whose souls you can liberate furtively when the demons make camp, or are assaulted by Deimar’s paladins. These captives did not all originate from Alem.

■ Some of the lesser demons may part with information, if you give them memories, important trinkets or a taste of your soul.

■ Most paladins are on this level and will shield you. You hear from them or from passing demons that Hell is now able to seep into Alem because of the Motherless — dark and flickering silhouettes, two-three times the size of a man, who float high above ground. They send down thick ropes like umbilical cords that consume the energy of whatever they attach to. They redeliver this energy as tectonic blows against Alem above.

■ Beyond a hatred of the Room of Seals, the Motherless lack conscience, speech or allegiance. They are drawn to the warmth of living things, or the purity of their spirit. Their ropes are broken easily — but the presence of a Motherless can quickly drain you.

■ The Motherless are briefly visible when they fling their ropes down, but otherwise roam invisibly and can only be recognised by the trails of barren land and aridity in their wake. You know a Motherless has stopped above you when you are suddenly paralysed by chilling fear — run, at all costs.

■ The Motherless swarm when endangered. They cannot be killed.

Deimar’s paladins share that, hundreds of years ago, their brethren committed ritual suicide, so their spirits could perpetually hunt the Motherless in Hell. You find ghostly paladins walking listlessly in lakes of dark water, seeming to remember nothing of their mission or their former selves. Try to remind them of their duties without entering the water and stranding yourself.


NOTES

■ Hell demons can recognise if your character is canonically connected to hell. Up to you if that’s a (dis)advantage!

■ Everyone should eventually make their way to the Hassir monastery.

Sign up for a RNG thread with an unexpected travel companion on the trek to Hassir.


NPC THREADS

QUESTIONS

weifinder: (ask | the endless of darkness)

[personal profile] weifinder 2023-03-24 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, Lan Zhan isn't a creature!

( sometimes we deliberately take things other ways because the point was he got the flesh monster married to the monstrous horrible terrible EVIL DOG that he now, reflexively, looks up the slope to be sure hasn't tracked after them.

so far, he stands safe. safe enough. he's standing, and no dog is incoming, thus this is safe.
)

I'll be fine following, I promise, I do! No lifting people. No running yet.
binghua: (40)

[personal profile] binghua 2023-03-24 07:01 am (UTC)(link)
[Once he's back on solid ground, Xingchen falls easily enough into step beside the other man.]

I understand.

[Shuanghua keeps vibrating in his hold and he tries so hard to focus on if it feels any differently from all the times the sword has sensed this kind of energy before. He doesn't want to make any more mistakes...]

I feel uneasy, but I cannot pinpoint anything in particular. My blade can sense corpse energy and it has not been at ease since before you spoke up.

[He breathes in, then exhales.]

I can send it out toward a target, but I would feel more comfortable if someone else could confirm that whatever tracks us is actually dead. Or undead.
fushichou: (40)

[personal profile] fushichou 2023-03-24 07:11 am (UTC)(link)
[Kanesada focuses on the ground, his fingers flexing and unflexing where they grip his blade's hilt. He watches and makes sure he knows where the now invisible awful monster is at all times.

At least, until Lan Wangji asks him something kind of rude. But also understandable? He turns to look back at him for a moment, clicking his tongue, then turns back toward the monster.]


Honestly? Not sure about anyone here. Maybe. Probably not. Just people back home. Can't exactly tell 'em to burn incense or whatever.

[The marks on the ground appear seemingly without direction, but as he watches, Kanesada sees them slowly making their war toward him and Lan Wangji. The other man makes him think, though. If he breaks here... Because Kanesada has to be ready for that. He has to accept that anything can happen.]

Hey, promise me something. If my sword breaks, take it back with you. Don't leave me down here.

[It. Me. Same thing. He'll explain later if Lan Wangji asks.]
fushichou: (20)

I

[personal profile] fushichou 2023-03-24 07:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Kanesada doesn't know Xie Lian all that well. He knows he's a god and really likes swords, but that's about it. So when he finds himself in a room with a mural that depicts something...pretty awful with a man who looks like Xie Lian, as well as all these people hurling insults at the god, he starts to wonder just what he's been through.

Nothing good, that's for sure.

Xie Lian doesn't seem to be too affected, though. Kanesada watches the scene for a few moments, but then he steps up to stand next to the god.]


They seem pretty bound and determined to get under your skin. What should we do about that?
binghua: (32)

II

[personal profile] binghua 2023-03-24 08:39 am (UTC)(link)
[Xingchen knows his limitations. While he may physically be able to endure the depths of Hell, he isn't sure he could withstand any emotional decisions he would have to make there. Thus, he's brought himself here. The road to the monastery will probably not be easy, either, but hopefully he can be of more help.]

I hope a sword will suffice in the absence of a pike.

[It's a stupid joke, but it feels better to try and give this situation a little levity.]

Where do you believe would be best for me?
traumatology: (004)

[personal profile] traumatology 2023-03-24 11:37 am (UTC)(link)
No, I don't. So don't do it.

( because yeah, just because she can (and he knows she can) doesn't mean he wants it to happen. it'd piss him off and he doesn't want to be pissed at her. )

I'm not leaving. I can handle it.

( even if she saw him very astutely not handling it just a few seconds ago. )
traumatology: (042)

[personal profile] traumatology 2023-03-24 11:54 am (UTC)(link)
I didn't mean him.

( no wangji was a human missile, that's what he was and that's what bucky's going to think of him as for the rest of his time here. )

Come on. You feel all right? No injuries or anything?

( before they get moving and all. )
valeas: (☾ l u c e)

[personal profile] valeas 2023-03-24 01:00 pm (UTC)(link)
The creature remains stuck between two forms, cruelty the point. It continues with its human supplications, and Emilia does not close her ears to them, does not close her heart to the grief they cause.

She just knows what has to be done, the only thing there is to do.

A tear rolls down her cheek as she's caught between the tug of her skirts and the howling of this shapeshifter. The howling of some part of Lan Wangji. And she, forever two things at once.

Half-godhood. Half-damned.

She brings herself to a stop at this tug, only to lift her long dagger instead. Weighted in the front, it helps keep her aim true. She does not look away from the warped visage of his mother, who rattles her chains and kneels like her son. The flamed blade wounds where it means to, swift in what mercy she can give.

A reptile crumples on the dais instead, long after Lan Wangji has let go of Emilia. And if only for a moment, they're granted stillness. She remembers not to reach for him, having learned his language well.

"I wish him returned to you. I wish her memory enduring, however it comes. I don't think it less real."

It's maybe seconds, maybe hours, but she does move. Retrieves the key with bloodied fingers. There's no time for wishes, she knows. Bichen needs him, and so does she. This Hell cannot have him.

"Rise, Lan Wangji. There is still a world beyond this one, and it holds more than chains and death."
valeas: (☾ p o r t a)

[personal profile] valeas 2023-03-24 01:06 pm (UTC)(link)
( Relief mingles with concern, his distinctive voice snagging her attention. Blood and bones, Viktor. )

You are a very difficult man to find.

( As stubborn as he is bright, but it's hardly the time to get into an argument about the former. Something else that snags her attention: a crying child, no older than two, cradled fiercely in his frightened mother's arms. The rest of her family surrounds her.

Emilia ignores the strong urge to wipe the sweat off her brow. Looks up at the dome that holds them all, and back to Viktor.
)

The next caravan should be evacuating soon. ( These people should be on it, and ideally, so should Viktor. It will be ... a journey to get there... She takes in the fear on their faces, attempts to stymie it with warm resolve. ) We move as one.
Edited 2023-03-24 13:10 (UTC)
inferus: (🗡️ 0 7 1)

[personal profile] inferus 2023-03-24 10:25 pm (UTC)(link)
These moments somehow stretch out and feel as if they last too long - far longer than they truly do. As an immortal, time has a different meeting to him, but never has it felt so terrifying as in these moments where he's thought he might lose her (again and again though the gardens were the first, and all of Hell suffered the consequences of his wrath and grief before even the memory of her was taken).

Wrath is there. He wraps his arms around her as soon as he is close enough, gathering her to him. Her body presses against his chest, reassuring him that she is there, she is alive (her heart beating within her chest, her breath let out in an exhale). He utilizes what power he managed to draw from this Hell and his short time away from the Motherless to transvenio away to a quieter section of Hell.

As soon as they are there, as soon as he is certain there is no further threat against her, he pulls back only enough to look at her. His hand lifts to frame at her face.

"Emilia?" The question resounds within the sound of her name (the worry, the fear, Are you okay?)
pulvisetumbra: (hawker)

[personal profile] pulvisetumbra 2023-03-24 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
...understood. Regrettable. Though perhaps others in the group might be able to... inform you how to... no matter. If it is not your talent or your temperament, it will not work.

But it is an opportunity. We have followed him ceaselessly and tirelessly for far too long. This could turn the odds. I will do you the service of not lying to you, as he has done. I am offering to use you. In many ways, no better nor worse than he has. But to a purpose that advantages you.
jatharin: (haiva)

[personal profile] jatharin 2023-03-24 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)


( He whispers, slow, crackling, even as he comes close — as he holds his arm out. )

You denied me. Your betrothed. Your prince. Isn't that what you called me? Your hope-bearing prince. Yours. And then you turned on me, and when you turned on me, you turned on our union.

( A pause, then softened: ) I wanted to be healthy for you. I wanted to be a good man, for you. The kind of man who'll stand up to the Council, who'll put Deimar in his place, who'll put an end to madness. You stopped me, you prevented me, because you... are afraid. I know. Of your people, of what they'll say, of... that's what stopped you, isn't it? Why you wouldn't give me the glass. But you shouldn't be afraid. I'm here now. And you were selfish and wrong, but we are all selfish and wrong, and love makes us better. I want you to be better now. Like I plan to be better.

( Conclusively: ) I forgive you.

growlies: (130)

[personal profile] growlies 2023-03-24 11:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah. No cabby's gonna do service in Hell - nobody down there has any money.

( Yeaaah, that's the reason why. Red frowns after a moment, because speaking of knowing after lives so well - she like definitely knows that this fire is here for a reason. The gate out is on the other side of it, and-

She blows out a breath, glancing at the man's friend again. )


We might need to do something with this... to move to the next level.
weifinder: (srs | of a hole he's made)

[personal profile] weifinder 2023-03-25 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
Nothing more than my face, ah, we can go, you can help them!

( because yes, his face, his pride, are the only things which have taken blows worth noting. he doesn't register the bruises or any small cuts: they're irrelevant.

he shoos bucky towards the paladin, scanning the hellish landscape around.
)

Quick, quick, before it drops back in!
balancedwire: (Maybe Like This Instead?)

[personal profile] balancedwire 2023-03-25 10:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Those eyes look toward the autotorrent before he gives a nod before using his qinggong to jump up onto it. Balancing on something that moves shouldn't be hard. The wire array that had come from the Ximo River and protected the 48 Stronghold had moved. ]

Then let's get those skulls detached and ourselves across this bridge.

[ He doesn't want either of them to fall into the lava. Doesn't need either of them to fall to their death. He, himself, has been at death's door before and he doesn't want to be at it again, not really. ]
balancedwire: (Sign of Respect)

[personal profile] balancedwire 2023-03-25 11:01 am (UTC)(link)
It's coming from the southwest.

[ Xingchen wasn't the only one who felt uneasy but he, himself, is trying not to grab the sword he has. Normally? He uses his martial arts but he'll use his sword if he needs to. ]

I'll be at your side the whole time and will be able to confirm whether the creature is dead or undead.

[ He will be the Daozhang's eyes as much as the other needed. ]
valeas: (☾ r e g i n a)

cw: violence

[personal profile] valeas 2023-03-25 02:40 pm (UTC)(link)
( He takes a step closer still, in spite of her warning. Close enough that she can feel his breath on her skin.

Emilia's hand reaches out to clasp his neck, fingers searing into pale flesh.
) I was warned of your obsession. Your delusions. You should be the one afraid. I've not come here for forgiveness.

( Nor to listen to more lies.

Vines with sharp, oversized thorns erupt from the earth and crawl up his yes, feet. Lock him in place.
)

You killed Massarir. She loved you, and you killed her. Her people. ( The thorns dig into his ankles with the intent to draw blood, to absorb it and let that blood feed her power and force his truth. ) Confess.
somebadnews: (300)

[personal profile] somebadnews 2023-03-25 02:57 pm (UTC)(link)
They're in one of the worst places imaginable, running directly into the fire that will engulf the world, and yet when he sees Wrath appear he nearly breathes a sigh of relief. Out of ideas, he came down here to find Wrath, and Emilia, to find hope of sealing Hell before the end. No one else has his trust or the knowledge of what they're up against as much as them.

And if Wrath thinks they need to get through the gates, that's what he'll do. He doesn't have much of a concept of what they'll find. If it's able to block his powers, his escape route out of here might get more complicated, but that's not what he's focused on right now. He can see something in the flames. Forms coming together and shifting.

"So what? They open if you pass the test?" When he turns to Wrath he notices his attention shift to a noise and tries to follow his gaze. He expected them to be swarmed with demons when he went in, and he's still anticipating the avalanche to start any minute now. It was too easy getting to them.

"They usually play these kind of games down here, or is that just our luck?"
downswing: (tonally deaf)

[personal profile] downswing 2023-03-25 04:00 pm (UTC)(link)


( Of use, as instruments die, as dying, faded notes of sound before the last of music pales. As if the one, the individual, is only of note when it serves the communal whole.

Once, he might have agreed to place the order before the self. Now, there is a graceless, cunning acceptance that the lives of the many might be water in wave and spumes dispersed, and the one might crest and shine and break the ocean's movement. In this world and the next, not all is made equal.

He descends carefully, heat licking his ankles, rising up his calves. Below, so close to the Room of Seal's mouth, earth has yet to fissure and break into the contortions of new, unseen topography — it is still a corridor of stone, made dark. Here and there, sparks of flame, the dead bound, chains rattling over their bones.

One begs for water. He stills, gaze soft when he searches the woman behind him, sketched out in shadow — )


You carry a flask? ( A pause, then hesitantly: ) They are fettered dead. Cannot harm, if we approach.

( To lend them water is only a mercy. )

downswing: (brokerage)

[personal profile] downswing 2023-03-25 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)


( The child-princess is grudgingly coaxed, if easily delivered. They are numerous those in their party who understand the grievances that might be inflicted on a young girl, a would-be saint, one destined for sacrifice. She is packaged as a refugee, smeared with the paints of poverty: her red cheeks greyed with ash, her clothes swapped, the soles of her shoes thinned. In the caravan, the princess barely spoke, even once the last of Lan Wangji's sorcery dwindled, and her voice returned to her.

Terror, he knows, the tragic misapprehension that the man who rescued her from servitude to her brother's cause intended her harm. That another girl now wears her face in her quarters, claiming her name.

Another girl whom Lan Wangji returns to, breath halved, sweat dropping sour on his nape, excusing himself like a shadow between rows of guards. He does not knock, does not greet Yuri, does not introduce himself — only clicks the great-groaning door behind himself, and delivers the girl the princess' ancient shawl, murmuring — )


Choose another face. It cannot be hers. The guards will cut path.

( It is as dangerous now to be Cle-Florens retreating, as it was to be Yuri, slipping in. )

traumatology: (066)

[personal profile] traumatology 2023-03-25 05:03 pm (UTC)(link)
( ugh. bukcy had been hoping she wouldn't say something like that but —

he'd been thinking the same thing. he frowns. )


Kill it?
traumatology: (004)

[personal profile] traumatology 2023-03-25 05:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Quit — shoving me.

( but wei wuxian has already done it and bucky's beginning to get the idea that it's futile to tell him not to do something because he's going to do it.

so, he gets shoved and he walks around the paladin, glancing back. )


You, come on. Not leaving you alone.
wantshappiness: (surprise || oh)

1/3

[personal profile] wantshappiness 2023-03-25 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[When the door opens she doesn't jump. She sits, poised and prepared for whoever was coming in.

...except for the one who actually comes in.

Her eyes widen a little, equal parts surprised and full of wonder.]


Oh. You came back.

[She blurts it out softly. Not because she didn't think he would but secause she had been surprised when Hanzo and Nai stood with her in spite of her orders for them to leave and they at least had reason to be fond of her and this man and her were practically strangers and--
wantshappiness: (flustered || PANIC)

2/3

[personal profile] wantshappiness 2023-03-25 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
[--and then she slaps a hand over her mouth as if realizing how rude that sounded.]

I mean. I didn't doubt you or anything!

[She doesn't know how to explain her reaction though, not without explaining some other uncomfortable truths..so that's all the explanation she gives.]
wantshappiness: (smile || sorry about that)

3/3

[personal profile] wantshappiness 2023-03-25 05:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yuuri stands and she takes the shawl. She covers her head with it, hiding most of her face in its shadow before letting the illusion slide off her, more careful now that she remembers how unsettling it could be for others. Then she slides the shawl off her head and onto her shoulders, looking once again like herself.

She notes the breathing and the sweat and thinks, this person really is very kind.]


...I can make us invisible if that helps.

[It is, she understands, unlike to fool everyone, especially not as they get closer to where the fighting is most severe owing to her powers working better on people than non-human individuals but it will make leaving a little easier, at least.]

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