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let's set d o w n some ([personal profile] groundrules) wrote in [community profile] westwhere2024-01-13 06:35 pm

hatthevar | blood rains


Drawn to undead creator Matthias, the party heads into Hatthevar — former wasteland of myth and superstitions, now city of ghosts.

The first log of Hatthevar spans until 31 January.

A small part of the event is open to players both in and out of the game, who can bring dead characters in the bazaar!


HATTHEVAR







The party enters blood-rained Hatthevar during a daily one-hour truce between the citadel and the undead forces that assail it. At the gates is undead Lord Rathakku of the Brotherhood, keen to usurp his distracted maker Matthias; in the skies dart the forces of dead wind lord Anurr, who has no love for the Brotherhood.

Hatthevar’s ghostly champions — including enormous ghosts that consume men and floating spirits that strangle with chains — defend the grounds. Matthias neglects the war, persistently summoning spirits from various worlds and points in time to revive them.

KNOCK, KNOCK

Wispy, shadowy silhouettes closely watch the lone gate of Hatthevar. The party infiltrates at sunrise.

Characters who have died, practise necromancy or are death-touched enter freely. The living must consume Karsa’s foul potions that absorb their shadows and partly mute their powers to pass for dead. Holders of Matthias’ severed limbs or organs, or of dark mirror shards or dark water, are closely watched by the dead and perhaps pursued.

Everyone must create new names and stories covering their identity and circumstances of death. Crafty ghost sellers will try to learn your true name to capture you in slavery.




Spend a few days acquainting Hatthevar, its constant rains, vicious gambling dens, bazaars, oracle halls, wish shops and nests of memory thieves.

Show kindness to the newly revived spirits who struggle to remember themselves and roam in the citadel’s bazaars of curiosities.

Optionally, some characters are struck by misfortune. Capture a crafty, palm-sized spirit rabbit to improve your luck… or stumble upon a larger, dark hopper to ruin it.

Most sleeping quarters are available at downtrodden inns or in lavish gambling dens, for exorbitant prices. You can’t shake the feeling of someone watching through holes in your walls.

MATTHIAS

Three days after arriving, the party receives a note from Matthias that reveals the origins of his pact with the dark water to propagate the dead in Akhuras. Matthias says he has been working to bring the spirit of his dead daughter Cosette through the beacon for revival. She materializes briefly in Hatthevar but disappears before he can find her. Retrieve Cosette, and he will surrender the party his power over the undead.

Full note
Well, hello! Is it nippy beyond the walls? Not cold here, just… the rain. Tried wishing it away, but… waste of money, those wish shops. Not like, what is it you call it? The dark water? It’s ancient. Back in Ellethia, we thought it came from the sea. All began with a mirror shard. That, and constant pressure to race against decades of Taravast research into curing death. We got there first! That’s… my claim to fame: I wished death gone.

It was work. Work ate me. Then, the dead woke up, killed everyone, and there wasn’t much of a profession left. Or of Ellethia. The dark water wants flesh, so… I’ve made it death lords and armies, and I’ve left parts of me to anchor it. In return… it gives me revival. But, look. I had a… daughter. Cosette? Blonde and eyes green and blue and like her mother’s, and only five summers old, but she thought she was so clever, kept telling her doll so. That’s all you’re left with. Memories. She died, of course. I’ve been working to resurrect her, and her spirit shows up every few days in Hatthevar. She disappears before I can find her.

I’m not… good at bargaining. I’m a magical engineer, really. Tinkerer! But my time’s running short, isn’t it? Just look outside. And all I want is Cosette. You want the beacons? Have them. You can have my power whole. I’ll give it. Some of you will need to help hold the walls up, and others might want to look into the funny business in the lagoon, if it’s linked at all to Cosette, though I doubt it. But, truly. Bring me Cosette, and the deed’s done. You can have everything.

The Merchant distrusts Matthias’ proposal, but sees potential leverage and urges the party to investigate the girl and the lagoon. From here onward, everyone heads to their assignment:

COMBAT


Assigned: Bucky Barnes, Carol Danvers, Deimos, Emilia, Jiang Cheng, Luffy, Natasha Romanoff, Nynaeve, Stephen Strange, Wrath, Wrathion, Zoro

The first line of defence against the swarming undead, you must hold off swathes of enemies across three territories:

THE WALLS

Despairingly tall and uncomfortably narrow, overseen by Matthias’ ghostly cannibal titans, who neglect to discern between friend or foe in their broad, relentless strikes. Blood rains pour down thick and nearly blinding. From the skies, you face the frost-breathing 10-15 meter-tall wyrms of undead blizzard lord Anurr, unaffiliated with the Brotherhood. Stick together: when alone, Anurr’s winds speak to you of your deepest doubts and fears, compelling you to surrender — or to let go of restraint, briefly berserk, and attack your own.

■ Serthica survivors may call their dragons to assist. Through Jon Snow, the party can also summon the giant, but slow and poor-sighted frost dragon Irenia to help on three occasions.

THE COLD PLAINS

Just outside of Hatthevar sprawls a desert-like cold plateau, where treacherous dunes shift to swallow you whole and the bestial forces of the Brotherhood’s most capable undead general, Rathakku, hide in wait. Hard-shelled, slippery and sleek his creatures lie buried and thrust up their arm-rows of hundreds of blades that cut into the legs of passers-by, drawing them into sand.

THE UNDERPASS

A series of subterranean tunnels connects Hatthevar with the cold sand outposts. Scour the myriad of dusty, tunnels and purge it of large scorpion-human hybrids that carry multiple weapons and whose sting leave men hallucinating. Oversized serpents abound, their venom prone to paralyzing their prey. You can make or procure antidote potions from Hathevar. Matthias’ ghostly titans are closing off all tunnel entrances to Hatthevar — don’t end up sealed in on the wrong side.

! Collectively, the party must kill at least one frost wyrm, one scorpion/serpent and one sand lurker to keep all three levels safe. Turn in your threads before 28 January… or let the citadel suffer in part II.


EXECUTION


Assigned: Five, Lockwood, Mo Ran, Vanessa, Yelena, Wen Kexing, Zhou Zishu

Your objective is to locate Matthias and secure the beacons that are currently in heavy use. Securing one or more beacons will help you get home.

■ Your best bet for intelligence are the treacherous networks of underground memory thieves and slavers, who attempt to steal your freedom or your recollections.

■ Your next option is the gang of Erkul, who ruled over local oracles and Hatthevar whole before Matthias’ arrival. Coarse, slippery but cunning, Erkul sullenly nurses his weight in wine at the gilded Sanctuary, Hatthevar’s foremost gambling den. Street sources say the establishment’s passcode each day this month is a fruit name. Erkul’s crew sell highly potent opiates.

■ Ransack some Whispering houses for information, equipment, poison or arsenal. Small, dusty, cluttered and often creaking, Whispering houses hold a wealth of dangerous artefacts, from haunting poltergeists you might accidentally release by reading out their names from tomes to flying rope that throttles you. Large dread hounds instil blood-curdling fear in anyone who looks into their eyes.

■ The five beacons of Hatthevar are only briefly active each day as Matthias makes his summons. They are guarded by swarms of colossal leonine-shadow creatures that only attack if they feel any fear in your soul (of it, or anything else), pouncing to claw and shred you apart. To claim a beacon, Karsa may provide a cold, coal-like token that must be placed in the middle of the transport dais, within inevitable sight of the shadow lions. You must wait 15 minutes in place for the token to take root. Report your conquest before 28 January!


■ Every six hours, Matthias sends ravens to check on the shadow-lions. You must either trick them, leave the lions alive or capture the ravens.


CARE


Assigned: Allison, Eda, Hermione, Kamala, Lan Sizhui, Sanji, Winnie

Carer’s have the lion’s share of all duties — and the party’s few lingering resources. You must look after the group and the ghosts of Hatthevar: meandering, disoriented and fragile, the spirits who were freshly wrenched from death’s snare become easy prey for the Undead Brotherhood, the elements and the ghost slavers. Rescuing or attending vulnerable spirits can gain you allies.

■ comfort ghosts who recover from revival or struggle with their memories. Many are stranded in the Whispering houses or chained into servitude in the gambling dens.

■ rescue spirits from the immense slaver clan of Ras’Kalur, which tricks newly summoned, dazed spirits in the bazaars to sign away their freedom, promising someone to look after them. Ras’Kalur’s people often raid streets and shelters, forcibly dragging spirits back into their camps at the outskirts of Hatthevar.

■ barter to rent or buy abandoned taverns to give the party a resting space during their stay in Hatthevar. You may need to pay locals in favours, from helping them carry out petty acts of revenge to making up with a grudge-bearing wife or paying penance to their ancestors.

■ heal, cook and provide for combatants on the walls, taking care not to fall in the crossfire or frost wyrms or of allied but negligent 12-feet ghostly titans.

■ as the least suspicious party members, negotiate for information or supplies on behalf of the group: make friends with gambling den owners and the two-bit shady crooks who know their daily passcodes to enter, or with the regulars of the Whispering houses.


INVESTIGATION

Assigned: Ben Hargreeves, Benedict, Caitlyn, Cal Kestis, Jon Snow, Merrin, Nami, Rin, River Song, Wei Wuxian, Wen Qing

■ You know from Matthias that, as a result of his beacon summons, the spirit of his daughter Cosette appears every fifth day in Hatthevar for a few hours at midday. Despite this, a young girl matching Matthias’ description (5-6 years of age, green-blue eyes, blonde, prone to laughter) is never seen. Matthias alerts you whenever Cosette appears.

Day of first appearance: Matthias feels her presence in the bazaar, where the day’s main attraction is a puppet show that draws a heavy crowd. At midday, a chime sounds, and the puppet show performs the sad story of a daughter quarrelling with her father over his absences. The daughter-puppet flees into the woods, while the puppet-father refuses to reconcile and follow her. The girl is killed by animals, and the puppet-father grieves, heartbroken. All the women or girls in the crowd, including you, find they burst into tears.

Day of the second appearance: Matthias senses Cosette is in the alley of Whispering Houses. You notice the typical bustle of the alley and shady movements, as discreet, embarrassed, or desperate patrons scuttle. You see no small girls but hear of three trades that took place at the Whispering Houses, carried out by different women: one bought a memory, one sold one, one had a memory replaced. Pay for a memory trade to learn more.

Day of the third appearance: Matthias feels Cosette near the Oracle Hall. The hour passes by the time you climb the stairs and are received. The Oracle confirms only one person has visited — a blonde woman — and says to “tell your master that an hourglass keeps track of new time, but can’t give the old one back.”


You get three clue questions/character and should communicate with fellow investigators. Please share key findings by network before 25 January!


EXPLORATION

Assigned: America Chavez, Buggy, Connor, Elayne Trakand, Lan Wangji, Licyn, Red, Wen Ning

The river Liu neatly divides Hatthevar, its clean waters progressively darkening towards the edges of the citadel, where they pour into a vast, serene and heavily misted lagoon. Veterans sense an eerie chill from the familiar dark waters that so often accompany the undead.

Like Matthias, Karsa says a strange power sleeps at the heart of the lagoon.

■ travel by raft with a companion through the lethargy-inducing fog, as tar-like people peer up from the waters or swim below, never quite attacking you unless you fall into water. They (and the currents) try to upturn your boat.

■ Scattered lit candles drift on water as you advance. Pick one up, and you find one of the floating creatures of Hatthevar has joined your raft, carrying a rope-chain. It says it and its kind are former oracles and truth-speakers of the citadel — and urges you to speak, pledging to kill the first person who lies before you leave water.

■ Farther out, you discover four half-sunken ships that have crashed into each other over time, their decks now forming a rocky square-like structure. You can carefully navigate your raft to reach this construct, or make your way by hopping onto floating deck parts and the debris of other rafts.

■ Once aboard the square structure, you find all the decks are heavily rotten, creaking and prone to collapse. You hear a maddening, shrill scream that steals control of your now convulsing body, until you find yourself driven closer and closer to the end of a plank or a deck hole against your wishes — unless you are physically detained until the shrieking ends.Sharp-toothed mermaids swim below.

■ Reach and explore the curious ships’ graveyard, to peer into the black well in the middle of the square infrastructure.


QUESTIONS

NPC INBOX


somebadnews: (296)

[personal profile] somebadnews 2024-01-20 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Memory is a sensitive subject with Five, and likely always will be even if he gets his back, but he had glossed over Matthias forgetting her name. He doesn't like having more parallels with the man, so he'll let that one sit with him for a while before commenting. It's a bad idea to start wondering what he'd do himself if he had those powers and lost patience with trying to find his family by chance.

He only gets a second of relief that Kamala has no intention to reach out to him again before she says she'd rather talk to his daughter. Finding the girl is a priority to handling Matthias, but he can already tell she has sympathy for them that will be difficult to overcome. ]


Talk. [ He looks suitably horrified at the idea. Kamala is a better candidate than him, considering his 'talk' with the Beastmaster's child, but that doesn't mean it won't be putting her in just as much danger. ] Kamala... you know that what we're dealing with isn't just a father missing a daughter. She's key to everything that's happened here.

How we handle them impacts the entire world. If she decides to go back to him or not, that's it. We don't have a card left to play.
reparo: (petrificus totalus)

Maybe she's Victorian, maybe she's a vampire

[personal profile] reparo 2024-01-20 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[The change is so sudden it's like it melts off her bones: every inch of warmth, of humanity, gone just as Hermione's back hits a wall.

She sucks in a breath,]


Vanessa. What are you - [Come on Hermione, connect the dots quickly: she doesn't sleep, she doesn't eat, she has that unnatural glow. The woman isn't just Victorian.

But - but she looked after Hermione. In the jungle, when she'd been all but sick after her encounter with the snake god, Vanessa had looked after her.

Now she's just looking at Hermione like she's a meal.]


What's happened to you?
matermali: (070)

cw; surprise more scorpions

[personal profile] matermali 2024-01-20 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's no visual change, but the vibrations in the rainfall hum at a lower pitch in the area surrounding the dais. ]

It's done!

[ And she has no idea if it will work well under these circumstances, so they may have to switch strategies again, but first Wangji needs to make it over to her. So, with the token (hopefully) protected, Vanessa turns her attention on creating an opening for Wangji to safely make it past—and perhaps provide extra defense on the miniscule chance the barrier doesn't work.

The commands that are hissed and growled out next aren't for him, but for the monolithic guardian at odds with their cause. The guttural words scrape through demonic tongues, inviting horror, pain, and death if not heeded. At first it seems they are nothing but noise with no effect.

So try, try again! Her manifestations are never easily summoned while in Akhuras. Don't die, Wangji. ]
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[personal profile] matermali 2024-01-20 10:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's to her credit that she's even capable of speech right now, but then she isn't just any lowly vampire. For that sake, she's able to stay aware enough not to rip apart this entire building in her desperation for sustenance.

The question gives her pause, but her appearance remains with its menace. She isn't even actively aware of it, but there's a question at this point of how much she should care. ]


The blood. It's human.

[ Slowly this time, she reaches as if hoping to cup Hermione's face. ]

Let me help.
reparo: (confundus)

[personal profile] reparo 2024-01-20 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)
[Instinct finally takes over, thankfully. The same instinct that roars at her to run. She catches that wrist, her eyes narrowing.]

How would you know that it's human, Miss Ives?

[She tightens the grip, her wand in her opposite hand, firmly in her hand. Ready, even it's betrayed her over the past couple of days, if she should need to use it.]

Is it because you're a vampire?
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[personal profile] downswing 2024-01-20 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)


( It reeks, is the first thought, stabbing. A sharp, stringent manner of incense, bordering on acidic. To hide, he realises — to cleanse, either blood or the sourness of sweat, or both, equally fetid.

Beitang Moran walks in first. Lan Wangji, nearly succumbing to transparent disdain, walks second — floats behind the man, who resembles Wei Ying now so much more dearly for his brand of elegant, subdued bravery. This is not the courage of the sword, but the fortitude to enter misery and cruelty and forge on.

They are introduced to the... wares. The man is Halut, and these battered, clearly oppressed phantasms around him are — and his gaze falls stubbornly on Beitang Moran, then on Lan Wangji — his nieces and nephews. And he would be so very saddened to lose their company, but he understands that every young person must make or find their fortune...

...for a price. Perhaps the gentlemen may... have the means to persuade him that he entrusts his family to good care, with an offering of good will? )


Will you speak of the man Matthias, also?

( Perhaps so, Halut indicates. Perhaps so.

A pity, and Lan Wangji's grip stays steely on Bichen, that he lacks coin. And perhaps a virtue — if he releases his sword now, for whatever the reason, this man and his kingdom are likely to fall. )

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[personal profile] somebadnews 2024-01-20 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Five hums as he answers, no judgment coming from him, partly because Wen Kexing immediately reminds him of one of his more hedonistic brothers. Misplaced humor and all. He follows his gaze to eye the gamblers in the crowd. As he might guess, it's harder for him to get close without them immediately assuming he's some lost orphan they could just as easily kidnap. It takes an annoying amount of effort to intimidate them, and then he's suddenly drawing too much attention.

The outskirts are a better place for him, when he's not hiding somewhere to eavesdrop. He takes another drink before answering. ]


Haven't been here long enough. [ He did only just blink in. Who needs a password when you can teleport? ] Anyone offer you something else or was it all prepositions?
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2024-01-20 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ For a few terrifying seconds that images dash in front of his eyes, Five thinks he must have accidentally time traveled, or reality ripped in two and he'd fallen through the cracks. Nothing here has ever felt stable, so the possibility can't be ignored.

By the time he figures out that he's seeing her memories, he's drawn in. A part of him is equally horrified at what the urchin was doing as to what he becomes unwillingly aware of. What he witnesses are things he never asked about Vanessa but wondered since before the cliffs. What she is and how she came to be that way. How legitimate the threat of her is, but also where her power came from.

There's no telling how long he was standing there (seconds? minutes?), but when the memories fade he's staring at the same woman from his vision with a mix of confusion and something like empathy. That little urchin had no idea what he was getting into. ]


You... [ Words fail him, and a terrible thought nags at him. Did her memories return to her, or did he steal them? How can he tell? ] ...Did he get you out of the asylum?
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2024-01-20 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His advice is rarely followed, so it's no surprise that Lan Wangji seems to be stuck on the possibility of something impossible working out for him. Love makes you do stupid things. Five is guilty of the same mistake, and that's why he spoke up at all. He thinks he knows who this is about.

It occurred to him late that most of their group not only has experience with the dead, but have experienced their own death. He doesn't have to ask if Wei Wuxian had to take the potion, but he is curious, judging by the deal he was contemplating. ]


What is he now?
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2024-01-20 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It shouldn't matter, but Five does appreciate that Ben doesn't defend Karsa to him. Even if he does think the Merchant abuses her, she's awful to deal with and clearly hates him. ]

To me? I doubt it.

[ He's glad Ben agrees with his request, but it doesn't feel like enough. Matthias is too powerful and they're walking into a city where he's openly manipulating the dead. If he looks stressed, it's only because he is insanely stressed and legitimately worried they're walking into a deathtrap. ]

Don't go anywhere alone. You and Allison should stick together while I look around. [ He looks him in the eye and feels his chest constricts. ] You're going with the real story?
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2024-01-20 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
I could think of a couple reasons.

Anyone who drank the potion might have. Luckily not everyone did, so we aren't all in the same boat if we run into trouble. I'd stick with them.
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2024-01-20 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He gave him an out, it's Moran's own fault for not taking it. Now he's going to ask, because he may as well tell the story if he's alluding to what he thinks he is. ]

How did they do it?
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[personal profile] reparo 2024-01-20 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)
Now that I know?!

[She keeps being stunned by every word from him, her brain practically on fire from trying to catch up.]

What - what - what did you see, Five? What did you stop?
Edited 2024-01-20 22:27 (UTC)
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[personal profile] downswing 2024-01-20 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)


( It is a game, for a few heartbeats: to jump on the lattice of debris and narrowly avoid holes, to simply mind their steps and keep their ears bound and navigate, somehow, the land of deadly opportunities. As children might.

Only the sires resume screeching, and the vibration of their call rattle the decks to reveal the infrastructure was always prone to crumbling, and there are more and more holes as the wood gives way. Red has the right of it — it's a trap, as more of the decks tremble undone, and Lan Wangji's foot initially falls through the rags of wood, where siren arms wait — he pulls out, then away, and Red.

Red screams.

And all is silent, for one blissful moment of sheer, unbridled horror across the decks.

He does not waste it, searching the grounds for any sign of a structure the sirens cannot afford to decimate without bringing the rest of the ship down upon themselves — and finds it, a little farther, then west. )


The next mast —

( He should, in theory, attempt to either steer or carry Red there, to escort her. He settles for shoulder checking Red toward it, his own footing again confused, as he tries to head to their destination.

This... is not playing out as he'd intended. Not at all. )

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[personal profile] downswing 2024-01-20 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)


( It's done, she says, only the titan is no where close to finishes with him, and there is no blink of the eyes, no wayward moment when he can spare her a glance, the hope of resolution —

Because he's diving, evading the flat of the creature's hand, climbing up its arm and using his sword as a stepping stone, or an anchor, or perhaps both to drive himself forward. He strains, nearly slips — recovers his footing and advances further, until he has reached nearly the top of the titan's shoulder, line of it shivered and unsettling, feet at war with balance. The sheer inferno of the giant's power nearly burns, corruptive and at odds with all that which Lan Wangji's qi represents.

He grits his teeth against it — raises Bichen — and is nearly flipped off by the titan's hand, swinging. He manages to scream down, lungs shredding, as he catches himself with his sword on the stairwell of the titan's backbone: )


Now? ( Vanessa???????? )

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[personal profile] somebadnews 2024-01-20 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Now that she knows she can't rely on her spells, now that she knows what happens. Five gives her a look, because he really shouldn't have to say more than that, but she's acting like she needs him to spell it out. He'd rather not. What he saw only lives on in his memories, unless someone here manages to wrestle those out of him.

His reluctance to make it real results in his response coming out harsher than necessary. Like he's taking this for an argument or a teachable moment, instead of horror over what almost occurred. ]


You died, alright? They threw a knife when you tried casting a spell, and it hit you square in the chest. [ Which he'll point at, for emphasis, in a jabbing motion he instantly regrets and his hand drops away. ] I was there, so I... made it so it didn't matter. And it doesn't. I told you, you're fine.
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[personal profile] matermali 2024-01-20 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
A vampire?

[ Her darkened gaze catches every little movement, and for a moment she makes as if to step back with her head tilting toward Hermione's grip. ]

She wasn't fond of them. Such a menace.

[ The sudden lunge is more of a breeze, with the air chilling the blood where it's thinnest. Then Hermione's little human hand holding her little witch's tool is pinned tight to the paneling against the wall.

Be careful where you aim that thing. ]


But what was a mother to do?

[ That other hand has been likewise captured, turned back on her, but held close rather than away, as though about to offer a light kiss to her knuckles. Instead, Vanessa twists at her wrist to delicately lick at the mess of blood that hides the spread of blue veins beneath thin skin—a much sweeter smell. ]
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[personal profile] downswing 2024-01-20 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)


( Dead, revived, stormed, perpetually restless. At ease, incrementally, with himself and his past. Recovered. Eternally lost. Something amorphous and in between, every shade of grey rampant.

Wei Ying, their Wei Ying, his Wei Ying is — )


Happy. ( It is not the answer Five wishes to receive, not the information he fishes for. Lan Wangji, indifferent, starts to walk, slow in step. )

Come. We must make progress. Matthias' child.

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[personal profile] somebadnews 2024-01-20 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's happy? Five scoffs when Lan Wangji starts to walk and settle what just happened with such an obvious lie. Putting aside the deal he was willing to give years of his life for, who could possibly be happy here?

It's more a lack of trust in leaving him alone that has Five following after him. ]


Is dead and doesn't want to be found. Do you want to make a second deal for her?
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cw; surprise it's more scorpions (and hovertext)

[personal profile] matermali 2024-01-20 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Blood is readily licked from her lips with her commands, and she keeps growling with bared teeth and clawing at the skirts and bodice weighted in blood until the last command is released with a banshee's shriek.

Itsi yerkhomi!

Hopefully even a giant may be overwhelmed by a sudden mass of Deathstalkers bursting from any nearby surface, spilling over one another in a bloodied swarm to climb and corral it. They're only meant to distract and obstruct, for now, but they are fearless and of singular mind.

The skittering creatures will notably part for Wangji, allowing him an opening to get away from the titan. ]
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[personal profile] reparo 2024-01-20 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's like being hit in the face with a sledgehammer, but with the backhand to boot. She lets out a little hysterical laugh, because how else could you react to hearing you died?

She's going to put two and two together some more: she went in guns blazing, her magic misfiring, and got a knife to the - judging by where Five keeps glancing - chest. Years of running and looking after Harry, surviving the battle at Hogwarts, making it through Taravast and Ke-Waicai and Serthica and Alem (oh gods, Alem) and a ghost-slaver got the upper hand -

It's hilarious! It's infuriating!

And it didn't happen, because Five turned time backwards and avoided it. She can't even remember how many lectures about time travel she got from him, and now look at the little hypocrite.

The laugh turns into a nervous sob, and then she springs forward and hugs him as hard as she can.]


You utter, utter - you brilliant - caffeine crazy - arrogant, pretentious, absolutely wonderful man.

[Hysterics becomes a tight hug, and a very grateful kiss right on Five's forehead. She even goes as far as squishing his face in both her hands.]
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[personal profile] matermali 2024-01-20 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)
What?

[ Her unblinking gaze slowly turns to Five, for a moment peering at him as though a stranger. Her voice sounds distant to her own ears. ]

Who?

[ So much was recalled, so much trauma, so many years, and who is he supposed to mean? So many men, so many animals...

She feels...unwell. Like she may be sick. That can't be pretty for a vampire, but then she is paler for it.

Slowly, she kneels with arms hanging at her sides. An alleyway with broken glass is as good a place as any to sit down while recovering one's sense of self. ]


I never did get out. [ A beat, and Vanessa whispers. ] But it did take a part of me out. Just the part it thought was ugly.

[ Her grimace could nearly be a smirk, and her whisper hushes further. ]

But it missed.
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2024-01-21 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ He watches her with concern when she starts to laugh, and wonders how wise it was to tell her. Maybe he shouldn't have. He certainly didn't have to, but knowing Hermione, he thought she wouldn't have let him rest until he gave her a full explanation.

The rest of her reaction goes beyond what his limited emotional intelligence knows how to respond to. He might have handled her sobbing, that at least could be appropriate to learning of your own near-demise, but by the time she embraces him and kisses his forehead he has no idea what to do. She can probably feel the hammering of his heart that had only started to resume a normal rhythm, only to ratchet back up when he's hit with this... what is this? He's less prepared for gratitude than he was witnessing her murder, and his smile is incredulous.

He holds his hands up to wave her back once he comes to his senses. Five isn't the right person for this. Sure he saved her life, but he also didn't. The first time around, she died because he was there and didn't do more to stop her. That's important to remember. ]


It's... it's okay. [ He's not uncomfortable with affection, he's only trying to calm her down. ] You should just forget it ever happened, because it didn't, right? Nothing to lose sleep over.
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2024-01-21 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ It was an accident. Five hadn't meant to see anything when he interfered, much like so many of their encounters. What they've learned about each other, deep secrets that never would have been admitted to otherwise, have all been happenstance. At what point does it cross the line? When is it no longer stumbling on truths and borders on stalking?

Everyone has a story for how they became a monster. Five isn't any different. He can't even claim superiority for having prevented the apocalypse when he and his family caused two, soon to be three, and that's not even counting how little he's helped prevent them here. If anyone should be able to relate, it should be him.

If he were more in touch with his humanity, maybe he'd be able to be someone she came to without the underlying distrust. He'd learn what she is without having to resort to magic tricks. (He's still grappling with what he saw. Is it any surprise to him that she's the storybook definition of a vampire?) Against his better judgment, or maybe as an apology, he sighs and sits next to her. ]


You shouldn't linger out here. [ Not alone. What happened to her could have just as easily been him, and he knows it. ] Who would you be if you couldn't remember?
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[personal profile] downswing 2024-01-21 12:47 am (UTC)(link)


( He plants his sword through the creature's back once, again. Bows it, howling and shivering, seeking to shake him off, back in an impossible, sharp and unpleasant angle — a comedy of perverted biology.

On a normal man, his spine would now break.

But then, this is a titan, one brought to his knees by pain, nearly crushing constructs on the beacon's dais —

And giving Vanessa's swarm the chance to climb him, consuming along the way. He falls down, scrambling first to collect his sword, then to a crouch, then stand — before retreating, blade extended and forward, eyes ever on the titan, within Vanessa's orbit. )


How long will they persist? ( Until the giant is toppled, or a lesser time? )


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