Event | Sinbrilee | Bacchanal

[ironwood]

Characters: Any and all!
Date: August 24 - 30th
Location: Sinbrilee
Situation: An ancient festival of an ancient city, all are welcome at the Bacchanal!
Warnings/Rating: Please label threads as appropriate.

Death and destruction cannot curtail the single most important festival celebrated by the denizens of Sinbrilee: The Bacchanal! The ghosts in and about the city have begun to gossip about high fashion and festivities, sending any that inquire to the Amphitheatre -- a grand, circular structure nestled in the west side of the city.

This structure bore the fall of Sinbrilee and the wear of time with dignity, having lost handfuls of archways and one long stretch of wall to crumbling decay. Despite this, it is obvious that the amphitheatre once hosted many a display and every more festivities than the mind can grasp. This was their solace and safety; here is where the people of Sinbrilee came to find the mind's escape from all that threatened them and their great turtle.

Ghosts have been busy throughout the week, clearing paths through debris and hanging great cloth banners of soft blues and greens to disguise the more blatant signs of its decline. Many hundreds of them shimmer and slid through the area, providing for tables upon tables of food, offering drink, and overseeing competition of sport and skill (some even denying death's non-corporeal curse to enter).

Here, well... Here is where the party begins!

Food & Drink | Music, Discussions, & Dancing | Wrestling & Competitions

Comments

[leviathaned]

[Sei arches an eyebrow, but shrugs. Well, if it's a steady gig, he can't complain too much...]

No audition, huh? Well, just give me the address and a date. I'd blow that test out of the water, anyway.

[trifurcate]

[She grins.]

I don't think I'm going to have time for auditions at the start so, your audition is your first night. Help me keep the crowds happy and we'll be good to go.

[leviathaned]

That I can manage, don't you fear. I've never yet had stage fright my entire life.

[trifurcate]

Then I guess this should beneficial for us both.

[She nudges one of his legs with an elbow.]

So if you're so good, why don't you sing more back home? Why so choosy?

[leviathaned]

...I did say that's complicated. [He closes his eyes and sinks back into the pillow before eventually speaking again.]

How about you tell me why you're marked by a god, and then I explain?

[trifurcate]

Oh, well that's easy enough to explain. In my world, our deities live among us. I think I've said that before, haven't I? Well, in any case, part of what allows them to do that is a compact or contract of sorts. It has quite a bit to it but the relevant part is that they bond to the people of the country. That bond keeps them anchored, keeps them alive. It's a thing they ask of us when we come of age at sixteen. Some of us are chosen. Others aren't. I was chosen, and when I agreed, I was given a deity-gift.

[She smiles, shrugs.]

I've been Jhirem's gifted for nine years.

[leviathaned]

Jhirem? [He doesn't open his eyes, but from the tone of his voice he is listening. Then he sighs, and waves a hand kind of dismissively.]

I can warp reality with my voice.

[trifurcate]

My deity's name is Jhirem, one of the original Twelve...

[She trails off, turning to look at him thoughtfully.]

You can warp reality? How? I mean, is it always or something you do consciously?

[leviathaned]

'Original' Twelve?

[He cracks one eye open to look at her.] I can control it now, but I didn't used to be. How's too complicated to get into...as far as being here on the turtle express, I don't seem to be able to at all.

[trifurcate]

Now that you're here you can't control what your singing can do?

[Well shit. That seems a problem enough that she doesn't even think to answer his question, far more concerned with what he's just revealed.

Wait. Unless.]

Or did you mean you can't warp reality at all now that you're here? Is that what you meant?

[leviathaned]

Second one, doll, if it was the first I'd have never agreed at all.

[He closes his eyes again and kind of chuckles.] I can use it just fine for my other magic but it's not required.

[trifurcate]

Oh, well that's better than warping things when you don't want to.

[Tilting her head to the other side, she decides to keep poking at him with more questions. After all, he's not objecting to answering just yet...]

What is your other magic?

[leviathaned]

Aah-ahh. [He ticks his finger from side-to-side.]

You owe me some answering first, hon. What was that about 'original twelve'?

[trifurcate]

[Shrugging, she leans back against his legs somewhat.]

The original twelve deities of Askoupur, where I'm from. [She smiles.] It's they who united our provinces, they who protect us, they who we sustain and in turn receive their gifts of power. Mine, since I'm sure you'll no doubt ask, is Jhirem.

[leviathaned]

You mentioned. What's he rule over?

[He considers her question for a moment, before spinning that finger he'd held up. at this distance, even the frost from the ice rose he creates is easy to feel.]

The other magic is just elemental stuff like this. I don't have to sing, but if it works...

[trifurcate]

[Her eyes widen as he makes the rose of frost. He couldn't know how highly prized elemental magic is in Askoupur, but perhaps her reaction will make it clear. She stares at the rose with wonder.]

Incredible.

[She pauses a moment, collecting herself.]

And Jhirem doesn't really rule over anything. The deities don't have dominion over things necessarily. I mean, some of them have things they're obviously drawn to but it doesn't mean they're in charge or anything.

[leviathaned]

It's just a parlour trick.

[He's a little taken aback by her reaction. Magic is public and not well-received in his London, although given that's mostly because Witches and people making pacts with dark gods for power is bad for everyone.]

Odd way to look at a god. Usually that implies a certain mastery over their areas.

[trifurcate]

[Bryn shakes her head.]

Mastery, perhaps, but no outright claim. It's not like in other worlds. What was it she said, Athena the Goddess of Wisdom? Poseidon the God of the Ocean? They just...are. They have their interests, things they like. Just like anyone else. That's all.

[leviathaned]

...I guess that's one way to do it. So what sort of power does his mark leave on you, anyway?

[trifurcate]

None that people can see, if there is one.

[She pauses.]

You can't actually see that I'm Gifted, can you?

[leviathaned]

See? Not literally, no. But I can tell you've his power. I was more meaning what powers that's given you than anything literal, sugar.

[trifurcate]

Oh! Well, he gave me the gift of splitting. It means I can basically split into two or three of myself and re-merge at will. Comes in handy from time to time.

[She shrugs, an attempt at modesty even if her deity-gift has only been given once before, and to a man who later became a hero of her country.]

[leviathaned]

...That is a neat trick. [He blinks, and mulls it over.] I don't think I could even make a convincing illusion of more than one of me. Which is for the best, I don't think the world could take there being more than one.

[trifurcate]

[Bryn grins, stretching her arms over her head a moment.]

Maybe, maybe not. They're just barely coping with three of me.

[She grins, making a little joke.]

[leviathaned]

Ohhh? Are you saying you're a troublemaker, miss?