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let's set d o w n some ([personal profile] groundrules) wrote in [community profile] westwhere2023-05-15 05:49 pm

the sunken | part i



THE SUNKEN






Welcome to the first log of Arc VI: the Sunken, which covers 15 May – 2 June and doubles as a test drive meme.

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LOST AT SEA | TEST DRIVE TOURISTS


You wake, gasping, in a stormy sea, your thoughts slowed to a confused trickle. Skill, floating wood or a kindly stranger — who you can’t understand — help you to reach shore.

Villagers discover you collapsed on sand and provide critical (if rickety) communication and translation devices. They say you are in Sunken Yancai, a fishing village progressively overtaken by waters and cursed by the secretive ‘ladies of the lake’ to transit through time.

■ Rescuers group newcomers and supply questionable village couture, warm meals and accommodations in abandoned, half-flooded homes or spare small boats anchored in Yancai’s waterways. Huddle up, recover your strength and don’t think too hard on why your memories are hazy over the next three days.

■ Come morning, you visit village leader Quanze Tsaymien, then the sorceress Karsa — who explains you are otherworlders summoned into Akhuras by undead lords who wish to weaponise you in their battle against humans and one another. Karsa is an associate of the Merchant, who leads otherworlders towards ancient transport beacons east.

■ One such beacon rests dormant in Yancai. The group must infiltrate the village and wait a few weeks until it shifts to a point back in time when the beacon was active.

■ Newcomers are handed passport papers with their new identities in Yancai, where they may be known as a bankrupt merchant, perpetually drunk sailor, whale hunter, raft surveyor, mermaid who has just gained their legs, crab collector... feel free to invent a dutifully hilarious apt role for their seaside sojourn.


OLD TIMERS | THE DRIFTING


You dragged yourself here in a haze. You arrived long ago, as if in a dream. You were born and bred in this village. In truth, your memories of reaching lively Yancai feel nebulous and alarmingly inconsequential.

Characters are facilitated new identities and dwellings by the Merchant, or believe they have had them all along.

■ A weary Karsa warns to say nothing to party members with altered memories, until the sorcery that affects them runs its course.

■ Memory-altered characters progressively regain their memories within three to five days (by 20 May). They have their memories partially or fully back at night ( midnight to 5 a.m.). Throughout the day, memory regains can trigger migraines, eerie confusion and paranoia.

Hauntings begin once characters have fully regained their memories.

■ Once everyone is ‘back to normal,’ Karsa explains that Yancai periodically transits through time. The memory alterations are a magical solution endorsed by the village council, which ensures locals mentally weather these shifts. Villagers continue to blithely accept you as part of the community.


(DON'T) HOLD YOUR BREATH


Karsa reunites the existing party and newcomers, issuing first assignments. The Merchants’s information suggests the beacon of Yancai will be online once the village travels in time within weeks. A dubious Karsa asks the party to check on the beacon, located in the former House of Commerce of the largely inundated merchants’ district. Reach it by rowing boat.

■ Villagers say the Master of Commerce, a famous musician, took precautions against intruders.

■ All ground and lower floor entryways of the palatial House were boarded to restrict flooding. To enter, pick locks or climb the putrid stairwell towards upper balconies.

Inside, the hissing of running water — and, in the lower levels, of thin, slippery leeches whose bite numbs your limbs, while they attempt to feed. You seem to experience pronounced vertigo when entering any decaying rooms covered in black mould.

■ The beacon is located on a dais in the basement vault room, where water rises near 1 meter. Only a few scattered scrolls and golden decorations remain among decorations, while a large ceiling carving writes, greed deafens man to the cries of his conscience; music sets him free.

■ Some tiles of the marbled floor stand out as you wade — step on one, and all doors abruptly slam shut, while dozens of obscured holes in the wall start to rapidly spill water, threatening to fill the room to the ceiling within the hour. You hear the tinny, waning sound of a village song played from a hidden source.

■ To stop the pouring water and open the doors, sing the song you hear, or find the music box that produces it amid debris on the water-covered floors. Wind it, and it plays its song in reverse, revealing the voice of a laughing elderly man who says, Depressingly, Anurr was right to worry.

■ Don’t forget to check the beacon — and report back to Karsa that it looks structurally untarnished.


THEY SLEEP


After surprising revelations at previous citadels, Karsa tasks you to investigate just how… permanent death is in Yancai. Villagers share that their dead are buried in a strange rite at sea — part of which will take place within days.

■ The dead are ‘entombed’ in one-man sarcophagi ships with carved and chained lids that depict their likeness. These burial boats are set at sea on the first day of each season and return three months later.

■ Join the harbours around 22 May, when mourners gather to receive the burial boats. Characters must pretend to be greatly anguished relatives, acquaintances or debt collectors to join the grieving.

■ The boats float towards you, seemingly of their own volition. Gaze afar and spot a boat carrying a man in black — the same who haunts some characters — who observes until the last burial ship has reached the piers, before he disappears.

■ Sailors draw up the boats and unpeel the untouched chains and lids, to reveal… no corpses. Peer closer and find neither biological signs (stench, liquids) of discomposure, nor the magical chillness of spaces where cadavers have lingered long. Scratch marks litter the inside of some boat lids.

■ Mourners seem grateful that the waters have ‘accepted’ the bodies. Some say that their relatives whose boats have yet to return must have been stolen by the ‘ladies of the lake,’ a villainous witch coven. Speak to mourners or sailors for clues.

■ Linger long near opened burial boats, and you feel tempted to throw yourself into the sea, slowly losing consciousness — until someone rescues you.


AMONG US


On 25 May, village leader Quanze Tsaymien drags the chained and half feral mistress Miang-si to households and Yancai’s largest market square.

The young woman, he says, was seduced by the ladies of the lake — the furtive witch coven that condemned Yancai to time travel. Luckily, the village elders have… coaxed Miang-si back onto the righteous path.

Miang-si is brought door-to-door to point out her 'accomplices.' Ill at ease, villagers whisper of similar witch hunts leading to false accusations and blood-curdling repercussions.

■ Both men and women are suspected and brought before Miang-si. Perhaps she takes an eerie interest in you, getting especially close to catch your scent, touch or remark on (in)visible hurts, or even dotingly kiss you. If you whisper quickly while she’s near, you might be able to ask one question.

■ If you are patient and kind to Miang-si, she briefly squeezes your hand as she withdraws. Within the hour, you find blood writ on your palm that warns, Our fat moon rises red.

■ If you are agitated, or if Quanze rushes her during your visit, Miang-si erupts into sudden, side-splitting cackling — while you find yourself croaking like a toad, or transforming into one and retaining human speech. The spell dissolves after eight hours.

Quanze’s long-suffering men say this sorcery breaks faster if you kiss one of the curmudgeonly emerald toads that hide in some of Yancai’s lakes. Catch one such delightful, slime-spitting creature or barter it from merchants at a costly premium.


ILL MET BY MOONLIGHT


A full moon is set to rise within days of Miang-si’s visit, on 27 May — just as Yancai shows signs of time shifting. Villagers are prone to stilling and staring askance, seeming lost or adrift.

The village itself evolves: one moment, the same house appears freshly new, then drowned, while waterways overfill with water, then seem barren. Overall, the village deteriorates.

■ That day, the sun suffers a midday eclipse, while droves of black birds circle the woods and village outskirts, attacking those who come close.

■ The waters increasingly thicken and darken, preventing boats from entering certain waterways.

■ An exceedingly bright moon and a diffuse lunar replica rise with nightfall. Come midnight, the village is alive with the sounds of ripping, structural collapse and shrieks. Tar-covered corpses emerge from the waters, clawing on and climbing up piers. They swarm, drawing passers-by into waters to drown them. Help them — and foremost, yourself.

■ Light and fire keep the dead at bay. On some waterways, wildfire now spells, WHAT IS WET WAS WRONGED

■ Weaker alone, fresh corpses climb into your rowing boat, pretending they are innocents who seek shelter. They betray themselves by speaking very slowly, struggling to keep track of the conversation or obliviously peppering it with details of their death. They stubbornly ask questions about you, repeating your answers, and become violent if you say they are dead. Push them into the water at first opportunity.

Quanze Tsaymien and other men of the village take arms, urging villagers to barricade in the nearest home, harbour or warehouse and weather the night. They advise to be silent and beware the dead who imitate living voices, warning not to touch any black mould or water that suddenly appear in your home — which alert the dead of your presence within.

■ Some dead try to tear you apart, while others seek to feed you a disgusting, tar-like black mould. A small taste of it makes you sluggish and feeble for two-three hours, while an entire fistful can kill.

■ If the undead infiltrate your house, hold your breath, do not move and keep from screaming. The dead have weak sight and olfactory senses and might pass you by, as long as you stay silent. It can be more efficient to fool than kill the dead.

■ By 5 a.m., houses start to replenish themselves, gaining a new appearance, while water and mould retreat. The dead withdraw into waterways. Outside doors have been marked with blood: vertical lines tell how many living people remain inside; horizontal ones count how many within died overnight.

■ You step to seize a brave new day — while Yancai enters a new time period (further details due in the next plot update).


NOTES

■ The game enabling meme goes up on 25 May.

Hit up available NPCs here or in their new inbox!

QUESTIONS.

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[personal profile] pathologise 2023-05-23 07:20 pm (UTC)(link)
( adrienne frowns because remembering isn't easy, not when that's the thing they're both struggling with, not knowing what of their memories was real )

The hospital I worked at... I don't know if it was in Brooklyn or I lived there or I just... went there?

( she hates that she doesn't know, sounding a hint frustrated )

But it feels like I should. It feels real.
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★ lost at sea

[personal profile] pathologise 2023-05-23 07:53 pm (UTC)(link)
( even though her memories returning had been troubling, adrienne finding it difficult to reconcile the life she thought she'd known here with the one that she was remembering from her real life, the one that pained her but was hers. the one she wanted to know for all of its troubles.

but one thing had been familiar: she'd been a doctor here even if the environment had been different. it's a habit she falls back into, hovering by the docks even when nothing was there. it gave her something to do, something solid and real and helped to pass the time, to not be sucked into her head.

and it gave her people, some she knew (supposedly) but everything she was relearning. or learning. owen's frustration earns him a small smile before she shakes her head )


No but I'm not trading.

( she gets hers out to show him, dock medic written across it before putting it back in her pocket )

I don't know anything about fish.
kahl_175: Kahl is looking toward a light (looking-mission complete)

[personal profile] kahl_175 2023-05-23 08:00 pm (UTC)(link)
America's being nice, but it's obvious she's hungry. Kahl won't stand for that.

"Kahl finish work later." He gives America a pat on the shoulder as he sets off. "Everyone get food."

He's happy to keep chatting as well. He's been working alone today. "America have family here too?"
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[personal profile] downswing 2023-05-23 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
( A tender hand, sliding, parting, dividing, bringing back. He eases into the treatment, tension extracted, dripping off his bones. And hums, gently, one of the petty small songs of Caiyi, no better than a childhood song.

Ah, to be a talent in a clan of musicians. )


The day is fortuitous. ( Answers, what are they, in truth? ) Brother's hand is soft.

( Such flattery. )
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[personal profile] lanclan 2023-05-23 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
That is not what you wanted to say.

[ That is Wangji letting his mind drift, deliberately. Xichen smooths out the hair for a bun, wrapping it around as he replaces the guan. ]

So, what do I have to congratulate you for? Hmm ...

[ He is Thinking(TM). ]
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[personal profile] downswing 2023-05-23 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)


( It is not his place to play, to tease. Wei Ying has taught him a fault of character he should not have inherited but grudgingly, carefully now names his own. He settles into the heightened lilt of his voice, how it thins and deepens with each sway of the melody.

Now and then, he obediently dips or lifts his head, content to let Xichen pass the comb, tighten the strands. Tug or release. )


We won wars. ( Two, by his count, for all Jin Guangyao's defeat was a quiet, tender affair. ) The sect thrives. I have a son.

( All fine reasons for congratulation. )

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they sleep.

[personal profile] halfdecay 2023-05-23 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There is a touch of eeriness in the air that’s difficult to shake off. What could have possibly dragged those poor stiffs out from their tombs? Curiosity leads the young pathologist’s legs to kneel next to one of the burial boats and start rummaging for some sort of clue.

He hears River’s remark from earshot as a finger traces along the side of the boat. ]


An entire convoy of dead Houdini’s doing one last act.

[ He quips as his index finger leads him to trace against the grain. ]

In open water, no less — That’s pretty damn impressive.
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[personal profile] downswing 2023-05-23 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)


( His sword, called down, is a silvered ray, blood dripped at the tip of her in slow, tar-like trickling. Gelid, coagulated, thickened. He watches the blade's hemorrhage, dark under stern moonlight, and does not think of the greedy animal howls of flesh ripping, shredding far too close.

They prey more than kill, these deadened things. They savour the opportunity, fang and claws all deployed, the strength of their arms and legs. It is a primitive, feral quality, blood-curdling.

These creatures will not curtail themselves. )


Children should not toil.

( But he speaks it aridly, with timid understanding that he is a gentleman born to privilege, and lesser houses commandeer their sons from their childhoods for the work of the field, the road, ships and commerce. That this boy has been steered towards the sword is little more than the curse of need. )

You know the sword. ( The sharp end of her, he does, Lan Wangji has seen — for how he swerves the blade, the boy can it well. So be it. ) Come hunt.

( There is... work to be done, inevitably. ) I shall not ask your name, should you fall.

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[personal profile] lanclan 2023-05-23 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Your son, that you had with ... ? [ Ah, what a trail of breadcrumbs. ] Do you really need congratulations on sharing a child or for the fact you have someone with whom to share him?

[ This is very circular, Wangji. Luckily, Xichen is used to hopping in circles to get closer to the point where his brother is concerned. ]
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[personal profile] ravkas 2023-05-23 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[ it's an impressive display if he ever saw one, and he's seen quite a few with the caliber of company he chooses to keep — some of the most legendary and powerful grisha in the known world, after all (and the prettiest, and the rudest, though the last bit he doesn't mind so much). ]

Quite the fancy stick you have. [ his revolvers, though pearly and gleaming to a polished shine, simply do not compare to this drama. he appears to be entirely unbothered by the headless corpse as it tips back into the sea. ] You wouldn't happen to be able to ask it to row the boat for us?

[ a question borne of practicality, because he's being painfully reminded of how slow a boat can be in churning waters with only one pair of oars and no grisha squallers to help it along with a strong upwind. he's against the wind, actually, because dry land has chosen to be in a rather unfortunate direction. ]

But I will row — [ he heaves against the oars, his guns nestled back in their holsters since there is, apparently, little need of them at the present moment. ] If I must. I just don't like it. It's impractical in the age of flying ships.
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[personal profile] recklessenough 2023-05-23 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[ 'The adults back home would beg to differ' the wry thought moves through his mind but doesn't leave his lips. Though they twist in a rueful expression that is there and gone in a flash, quickly replaced by his traditional smile. ]

I am quite confident in my blade hand. [ He confirms what he isn't sure is a question, but his self-confidence sees him confirm it all the same.

The offer to join the man in his hunt sees Lockwood's smile becoming a beaming thing, only to have it lock in place at the latter words. There is a breath, a tense pause, and then the youth can't help himself. He laughs.

It is not hysterical, or edged but it is full throated and filled with a weighted sort of amusement. ]
A wise approach. One I have always strived to follow myself.

[ He told Lucy just that, back home. Though Lucy and George kept insisting on weaseling their way around the defensive walls Lockwood had put up over the years. Lucy and George were special. This man was a stranger to Lockwood and the boy didn't expect to be anything more to him. ]

Let's see how long we can keep each other alive. If only as a point of pride.
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[personal profile] ravkas 2023-05-23 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
I wasn't joking about the bees. [ he springs forward and catches his falling revolvers in time to narrowly avoid bodily harm to either of their persons. ] They're pesky little things and it was a rather futile situation, all things considered. Shooting at them wouldn't have helped, though it was suggested by my very disgruntled general. I assure you, she's lovely.

[ would things have been worse if elizaveta had preferred dragonflies? hard to say. it's difficult to imagine things going more poorly than having to stab himself in the heart with a giant thorn. ]

Now that's the spirit. A hearty lie takes a man far. [ lying to the corpses or lying about his handsomeness? there can only be one who is most handsome. either way, nikolai dutifully picks up his oars and continues the struggle of cutting a relatively clear path through the water. ]

We're going to collect quite the following of corpses this way, you know. Is this a flaw in your plan, or am I meant to shoot them all in the end? Can't say how many bullets I have, but I have a suspicion it isn't enough for this.
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[personal profile] downswing 2023-05-23 10:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"...eight of them," he reminds conversationally, with the ease of a man who has combatted, deflected and summarily dismissed juvenile propositions with great success in the past. He has, after all, raised a son and countless others of Cloud Recesses' less sophisticated children. He knows the farce of patience before a beggarly, infantile request.

"Fearful." It will not fade, after all, for all Lan Wangji gently coaxes his hands into the familiar, plaintive sequences of qi-imbued songs of clarity, of contentment. Wei Ying, a monster of ingratitude, will perhaps yet complain, even of this. "Hunted. Restricted and inconvenienced."

Eight hours paralysed by the limitations of another form are a difficult notion, no matter how prone Wei Ying now proves, lairing up to seize his sleep. He must think (they both most think) this is a matter of bearing with a blister, not shying away from a burn. But sorcery only deepens its hold, claws sharp and cunning, and their claim a carnage.

"You will not resist." Feast upon this, Lan Wangji's faith in his husband's strength. A sight, a vision. Beyond, a triad of toads takes this opportune time to croak their sympathy, their agreement, or their understandable cravings for a midday meal.

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(don't) hold your breath

[personal profile] downswing 2023-05-23 11:12 pm (UTC)(link)


They sink.

No. A petty, cheapened conclusion. Now, the truth: the room sinks, indifferent to their presence. At first, drenched and slowed, Lan Wangji's silks billowing in translucent pallor over the waters' lip, he does not startle.

By America's own admission, she stepped out of turn. A trap, however foolish and plain, would have coaxed one of them into its mouth, then snapped shut its jaws. It so happened to be the girl. Wrath or frustration would hardly benefit him. He breathes, and there is wet that stains his mouth and his cheeks, a rain of timid, then littering droplets.

He offers his hand, should America require a pillar, as the waters rush and flow. Then, the search for an exit. The first rule of entrapment: where there is a trick, the hunter must always make or create himself a passage of evacuation, to avoid his own doom.

First, turn left. Then right. A careful, joyless, lethargic rotation, encumbered by the burden of his fineries. Gaze slanted, he searches the walls, the architecture, the scant and scattered pieces of furniture. The ceiling, where they write — he nods up.

"...do you see...?" And tinny, creaking, stoking to crescendo from somewhere beside them — "And hear?"

Music.

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[personal profile] blackscales 2023-05-23 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
He waits for her signal, then gives her a nod as she appears. Good, the coast is hopefully clear... for now. Wrathion clambers himself up after her, quick and agile and seemingly with little effort. He hops onto the balcony, gives it a moment just in case it actually doesn't want to hold his weight, then glances around.

The sound of running water is... unsurprising, but unpleasant also. He steps slowly, carefully into the upper rooms and then out into the upper hallway.

More water.

"Well," he murmurs, "what's the betting that what we're after is underwater, rather than safely upstairs and easy to access?"

They never seem to get an easy win, do they?
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the drifting

[personal profile] thedreamer 2023-05-24 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
Thankfully, the Doctor's memories have only been a bit muddled since arriving here; namely, he's not entirely sure of the circumstances preceding their group's presence in Yancai, and he's not at all pleased to be so uncertain of things. It means that once again, their minds have been tampered with in some fashion and he's tasked himself with the objective of getting to the bottom of everything and fixing it all. Just as he intends to fix everything here and see everyone safely home, wherever that may be.

Distracted on the best of days, the Doctor is even moreso today, with much on his mind—people to see, things to do. Having been just about to leave to venture further into the village proper, he welcomes the sight of a newer-to-him face suddenly showing up on his doorstep.

"Oh, hello!" The Doctor smiles softly. "Well, go on then, tell me more. Sizes, aromas, shapes, and most importantly, do you offer complimentary matches?" He crosses his arms loosely, leaning against the doorframe.
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ill met my moonlight

[personal profile] thedreamer 2023-05-24 12:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ With the pocket watch he'd been given after they left Serthica, the Doctor is able to keep track of everyone far more easily and though he doesn't make use of it often, it's exceedingly essential in the most dire of situations. Like now. While he can't pinpoint exact coordinates, he only needs to think of someone and he'll be able to tell how far away they are from him in walking distance. From the moment everything had begun to deteriorate rapidly in the village, he'd been cycling through thinking of everyone closest to him to start, checking in on devices when he could, though of course—he's caught on quickly enough that the less they speak the safer they'll all be, so quick text messages abound. Where he doesn't hear back from someone, he's set off trying to find them.

A fortuitous turn of events, then, that just as he's thinking of Caitlyn—where is she, is she okay, she'll have run headlong into all of this, of course she will have, absolutely stubborn and brave, always brave—he barely has time to register that she's five seconds away when he hears her voice around the corner.

Hands held up out of caution, he steps forward carefully, his voice pitched low, calm, but a gentle smile reflected in the moonlight as he nears her. She can't see it, of course, she wouldn't know, but the sight of her makes his hearts ache with relief and gratitude. She's safe. For now, yes, and through the night if he has anything to say about it. ]


Am I glad to see you. You okay?
Edited 2023-05-24 00:20 (UTC)
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Days 1-5

[personal profile] wantshappiness 2023-05-24 12:53 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, thank goodness." Yuuri says it without thinking before clapping a hand over her mouth, embarrassed and horrified at how rude that'd be to Xie Lian's cooking.

She looks to make sure he didn't hear before turning back to America. "I-I mean--" And more than that, it was rude not to greet someone coming home. (But cooking with Xie Lian has been a whole ordeal and she's so, so bad at telling anyone to not do something.)

She had been sweeping, and her hands tighten over the handle nervously. Still, her smile, if a little nervous, is sincere. "Welcome back."
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[personal profile] blackscales 2023-05-24 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
Wrathion watches her go, turns back to the heating water and takes a step closer. Absently, he reaches out a hand to heat the water faster. Not that he's in any particular hurry, but patience has never been a strength of his.

He looks up at the sound of her returning, moves to take the water off the heat.

"Alem, then? Do you have everything caught up before that? I believe we made notes up until Ke-Waihu, before."

The ships, after that, he doesn't know a huge amount of detail about. He remembers a few names, recalls one or two things about spirits and undead and dark water and the wretched tongue. Not as much detail, perhaps, as other locations given he'd spend some time on the voyage caring for Anduin. Then after that, of course, they were in Serthica.
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[personal profile] thedreamer 2023-05-24 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ Based on everything he's discerned of this world so far—whether they're in Yancai, Serthica, Ellethia, or all points in between—there are things here that turn and tempt the mind, distort reality, grip one's heart and soul and influence someone to such an extent they're merely a caricature of their true selves.

He can easily imagine what must have happened to her as she lingered at the water's edge, and he feels an ache of unfortunate understanding. But he does tug her away gently, back towards the shore. ]


What did it tell you, the water? Or show you? What did you feel?
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[personal profile] wantshappiness 2023-05-24 01:01 am (UTC)(link)
Nightmares were not the problem Yuuri had to deal with. Rather, it was waking up that was deeply unpleasant. If that made it difficult to fall asleep, well. That was understandable, surely?

She had gone out to wander because she didn't know how to explain why she's having trouble sleeping and because fresh air felt like it would be helpful.

"I didn't expect to run into anyone this late." She says it with not small amount of worry. He definitely looked upset...and he had been so nice when they met that she wishes he wouldn't be upset. "Were you also having trouble sleeping?"
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[personal profile] thedreamer 2023-05-24 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
[ He's managed to dodge multiple hordes of the undead on his path here, so he's more than aware that if they just keep quiet and relatively still, they can make it through. Difficult for a man of many words, when he wants to fuss and ask her a million questions about how she feels, though...she wouldn't be able to answer, which is just as well.

The mold again, of course. It's come back, and in horrific ways. Of course it would. As he cradles her like she weighs nothing at all in his arms, he presses a soft kiss to her forehead, lingering with his eyes closed.

Think, think, think, Doctor.

Right now he has to hope he intercepted in time that the effects of the mold will disappear, given enough time. But he can't be sure, and it's that terrible in between that haunts him now. Will she die in his arms again, while he holds her, unable to do anything at all? ]


Course it is, Clara. Who else? Where else? It will always be me.
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[personal profile] datapoint 2023-05-24 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
Red-hair lady. Well, it's not like she isn't used to hearing similar epithets.

"That's a complicated question," she says, hesitating before she ventures an educated guess, "Kahl."

Where is anyone from? Where is this place? 'Akhuras' isn't a planet she's ever heard of—and she's not even sure if it's supposed to be a planet to begin with. What would 'Nora Sacred Land' or 'Colorado' mean to someone who is from a different, for lack of a better word, dimension?

She lets that non-answer sit and hang in the air for a moment, pushing forward through the water. "Earth."
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II Can edit if this doesn't work!

[personal profile] wantshappiness 2023-05-24 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
[She had woken up early because of her own haunting. Unable to go back to sleep, she'd gone downstairs to get the restaurant ready.

When she headed upstairs it was still early but she thought, maybe he was awake? She had planned to knock but she heard a lot of movement and so, worried, she cracked the door open.]


Xie Lian? Is everything-- ["okay?" But the last word died on her tongue when she saw him. Her hands tightened on the door.] What happened?

[She had been helping him in the kitchen and he was always so cheerful even when things went wrong (and things always, always went wrong in the kitchen because Yuuri is very bad at telling anyone no or correcting people), he had never seemed upset. So this was a little worrying.]
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[personal profile] datapoint 2023-05-24 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
[That's not the answer Aloy wants to hear—it's not an answer at all, really, seeing as it's coming from this man and not the figure in black—and she turns her head halfway back, keeping her eyes locked on the impassive figure past the waves.]

Yeah, right. [Aloy is logical. Analytical. The metaphysical isn't something she has a great deal of experience with.

Through grit teeth, she continues:]
So, what. He's beyond all this? The people he's done away with—