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Entry tags:
- post: npc,
- thread: zatanna zatara,
- † amaterasu,
- † amelia wil tesla sailune,
- † amon,
- † annabeth chase,
- † arthur,
- † arthur curry,
- † bean,
- † damian wayne,
- † dick grayson,
- † dorian gray,
- † fenris,
- † finnick odair,
- † guy gardner,
- † haytham kenway,
- † jack frost,
- † jane shepard,
- † javert,
- † johanna mason,
- † kara zor-el,
- † katniss everdeen,
- † korra,
- † kyle rayner,
- † leo valdez,
- † leonardo (2012),
- † logan,
- † lord henry wotton,
- † marius pontmercy,
- † mark grayson,
- † mera,
- † percy jackson,
- † qilby,
- † raphael (2003),
- † reno,
- † rose tyler,
- † sabriel,
- † soranik natu,
- † temeraire,
- † terrance ward,
- † una persson,
- † vanessa cleveland,
- † zelgadis greywords
the dreaming [open]
Characters: Tu Vishan and you!
Date: May 11th
Location: All over Keeliai.
Situation: Tu Vishan is attempting to reach out to the foreigner population, with... mixed results?
Warnings/Rating: Should be pretty tame. Will update if this changes.
Notes: This log is set at night, and characters are technically encountering him in their 'dreams'. He may or may not be exerting some subtle supernatural influence to make characters fall asleep, so if your character doesn't require sleep feel free to say he's done something to them. Technically, every creature in Tu Vishan would be sleeping during his little foray, so the streets are uncharacteristically empty.
This is not a predominantly plot-driven log. Tu Vishan is reaching out to people and may surrender plot details if the right questions are asked, but this is mostly part of his ongoing effort to become acquainted with people and the thread direction may stick solely to slice of life, depending on how your character chooses to direct it.
A character's 'dreamscape' should be shaped by their subconscious mind, so feel free to go wild with whatever you'd like. This includes details of their location and what their dream!selves might look like. Tu Vishan will appear to the characters as a young boy, between fourteen and sixteen years of age, and anyone he visits will have extremely peaceful dreams. It's considered a gift and a blessing to have been visited thusly by Tu Vishan, and one can expect good fortune in their futures if they are visited. Characters may also not remember perfect details of these dreams in the morning, or remember them at all. That much is up to you.
[The night is calm and still and on this night, Tu Vishan wanders.
He does not often take a form not his own, but there is a growing sense of unease in his shape, in his body, that he cannot escape. He knows it. He has felt his brethren sicken thus, and die. So for a time, when he can, he escapes. Like smoke, like a ghost, a breath, he escapes and he wanders.
The city is sleeping when he does so. He likes the cities at night, though the dimly flickering light of his shell is...
(Sad, he thinks)
--Inevitable.
He passes from house to house, between buildings and shadows. He listens.
'Keeliai' means 'Finality'. It is an irony he has never sought to correct. Instead, he stops at doors, on rooftops, in the empty rooms of old houses, and he thinks of all the lives scattered here. Small enough to be insignificant to him, but hardly that. He cannot so much as feel the patter of their movement across his back, but he is aware of each of them as a tiny heartbeat, an audible echo of life and hope.
When he finds a receptive mind, he will sometimes reach out and touch it gently. A calm, gentle reassurance. If they wish to speak with him, he is there.]
Date: May 11th
Location: All over Keeliai.
Situation: Tu Vishan is attempting to reach out to the foreigner population, with... mixed results?
Warnings/Rating: Should be pretty tame. Will update if this changes.
Notes: This log is set at night, and characters are technically encountering him in their 'dreams'. He may or may not be exerting some subtle supernatural influence to make characters fall asleep, so if your character doesn't require sleep feel free to say he's done something to them. Technically, every creature in Tu Vishan would be sleeping during his little foray, so the streets are uncharacteristically empty.
This is not a predominantly plot-driven log. Tu Vishan is reaching out to people and may surrender plot details if the right questions are asked, but this is mostly part of his ongoing effort to become acquainted with people and the thread direction may stick solely to slice of life, depending on how your character chooses to direct it.
A character's 'dreamscape' should be shaped by their subconscious mind, so feel free to go wild with whatever you'd like. This includes details of their location and what their dream!selves might look like. Tu Vishan will appear to the characters as a young boy, between fourteen and sixteen years of age, and anyone he visits will have extremely peaceful dreams. It's considered a gift and a blessing to have been visited thusly by Tu Vishan, and one can expect good fortune in their futures if they are visited. Characters may also not remember perfect details of these dreams in the morning, or remember them at all. That much is up to you.
[The night is calm and still and on this night, Tu Vishan wanders.
He does not often take a form not his own, but there is a growing sense of unease in his shape, in his body, that he cannot escape. He knows it. He has felt his brethren sicken thus, and die. So for a time, when he can, he escapes. Like smoke, like a ghost, a breath, he escapes and he wanders.
The city is sleeping when he does so. He likes the cities at night, though the dimly flickering light of his shell is...
(Sad, he thinks)
--Inevitable.
He passes from house to house, between buildings and shadows. He listens.
'Keeliai' means 'Finality'. It is an irony he has never sought to correct. Instead, he stops at doors, on rooftops, in the empty rooms of old houses, and he thinks of all the lives scattered here. Small enough to be insignificant to him, but hardly that. He cannot so much as feel the patter of their movement across his back, but he is aware of each of them as a tiny heartbeat, an audible echo of life and hope.
When he finds a receptive mind, he will sometimes reach out and touch it gently. A calm, gentle reassurance. If they wish to speak with him, he is there.]
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the krosmoz are ever-infinite and their scope beyond any imagination, and yet qilby finds the endless expanse of space comforting. cozy, even. how could anyone call this a lonely void, when there're more stars and gently-luminescent planets to fill it up than there are lives that've ever been lived?
as he drifts among the stars like a leaf in the eddies of a stream, he reaches out and touches a planet -- one here and another there -- and snuffs out their candlelight. billions dead at a whim. it's a thought that might weigh on the conscience of a lesser man but they don't understand, quite like he does, the way the universe works. as quickly as he steals life it's replaced, and the fact that it ever passed at all goes unnoticed by the krosmoz as it keeps on turning its endless cycle.
now what could be more natural, more wonderful than that? why, it's enough to keep the eliatrope entertained for an entire night-- or an eternity. ]
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Are all your dreams like this?
[Life, death. Rebirth. He knows these things, too well.]
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Not all, nor can I say I often use them to entertain guests. [ and it isn't the boy's to be entertained by anyway. without missing a beat, even as he speaks, qilby carelessly puts out another planet's light. ] But I can't say for sure -- dreams have a tendency to slip away from my memory like so many other things don't.
[ briefly, he pauses in his work. ] Who are you?
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[He steps closer, as if the starscape were merely a hardwood floor.]
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Which still makes you a stranger, as far as I'm concerned. Moreover, one who's quite spoilt my fun by calling attention to the fact that it's only in my head.
[ sharp as his tone is, it's not as sharp as it could be were it not dulled by (what he can only assume is) his curiosity. something is familiar about the boy, now that he thinks about it, and yet... ] ...Well then, do enjoy it while you can. Few get to witness the turning of the Krosmoz like this, even in dreams.
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[But he says it neutrally. He's hardly one to judge.]
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No one particularly does. But it's inevitable-- and when there're a billion others like it, it's rather easy to ignore the passing of one star.
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[Loss, he means.]
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[ another pause and, slowly: ] I know your name, but you still haven't told me who you are.
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[He cants his head.]
I am also Tu Vishan.
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Yes, well, we should all be so lucky. [ an eyeroll, and an almost conspiratorial tone. the way he talks, he could be gossiping over tea. ] Unfortunately, not all of us are content to carry the weight of thousands on our backs.
[ a sly smile. ] How is that working out for you, by the way?
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[Which is true. He barely notices, most days. And when he does, he welcomes the company.]
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And yet you sicken, and the things that cling to your shell wither and die-- and I've had a real time of it trying to figure out how to fix you up.
[ more like fattening up an animal for slaughter, to be honest. but hopefully that meaning doesn't come across.
he leans forward intently, and does a good job of sounding genuinely concerned. ] Tell me how to help you.
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[His tone is just a little stern.]
There is only one way I know of, and I would not ask it of anyone. Even you.
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Well now I must know what's so unspeakable that the turtle endeavors to spare even someone like me.
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he drifts closer, with an open palm and appealing tone. there's almost no chance he has a figurative knife behind his back. ] Oh, don't take it like that.
It's just that I truly wish to help, and the idea that there're lengths to which I won't go to do that is-- well, frankly, it's ridiculous.
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[If he feels threatened by Qilby's approach, it does not show, and he does not move.]
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no-- no, they shouldn't. but all the same, qilby snorts derisively to cover the fact that asti just might've got him to admit he's wrong. gosh! stupid turtle! ] It... Wouldn't be the first time.
So if we die, you may yet live. And if you die, presumably everything else that relies on you for their livelihood goes as well. Do I have the right of it?
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No. I will simply become an island. The kedan may yet flourish.
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[ there's a pregnant pause, and suddenly it's broken by another peal of laughter-- except this time he doesn't even bother to dampen the cruelty in its tone. ] Well, that's it then, I suppose. Alas! I would say I knew thee well-- but the fact of the matter is... I don't.
[ aaand he turns his back on asti with another dismissive little wave of his hand. ] But you might make yourself useful before you die and leave us somewhere near the mainland. I've much more in this world to explore, after all, and I don't want to swim there if I don't have to.
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[It's more warning than threat, and with that, Asti vanishes from the dream.
Despite Qilby's-- well, attitude, he is no less entitled to the sense of peace and hope that he's brought to everyone he's visited. Have fun with that.
Jerk.]no subject
the somewhat-ominous parting words leave a silence in their wake; he breaks it with a laugh, more out of surprise than anything else. was that a threat? perhaps it's a snapping turtle he's dealing with!
ends come to most every creature, and the turtle's sounds closer than it may be willing to admit. there's no "if" about that. and resuming his work amongst the stars and planets, qilby begins to wonder just how he might make the best of it... ]