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

[littlemother]

[ By the Gods, but he sounds like Kheldar when he says that. One does one's best -- Porenn is positive she's heard those precise words come from his mouth on more than one occasion, and the resemblance gives her the chills. Loki is everything Kheldar was at that age, and somehow, even more. The possibilities are, frankly, a bit terrifying, but Porenn rather enjoys his company -- and she is keenly curious about him, and she merely smiles, inwardly regaining her composure. She's getting the feeling that there is even more she has yet to learn about him than she could have imagined, and the prospect in itself is exciting.

His suggestion makes her laugh, genuinely so -- a little tinkle of a sound, as she brushes her hair over her shoulder. ]

You want to visit my world? Would such a thing even be possible?

[bacondivination]

[ He likes that laugh, he thinks. How often was it that someone that appreciated his cleverness? Not nearly often enough, and it was that lack of appreciation that often drove him to mayhem over simple mischief.

He almost didn't know what to do with it. ]

We live atop a gigantic turtle, and are visiting a party hosted by the dead in a city where runes mark paths to mystic places not understood. [ He gestures all around them. ] If escape is to be found? My visiting your realm would be of no consequence.

[ Though it was an open secret that he was a powerful sorcerer even by standards of gods, he won't mention that. She'd pick up on it later, but he'd enjoy this dynamic while it still existed. ]

It's just a matter of finding the opportunity.

[littlemother]

You make traveling between worlds sound so easy. I don't think even the greatest sorcerers of my world knew how to do such things.

[ She raises an eyebrow, and there's something subtly pointed in her voice. Loki obviously knows something she doesn't -- quite a bit that she doesn't, is more likely. He's been here longer, for one, and for another, the suspicion that the boy is much more than he seems is only growing in her mind. That only makes him all the more intriguing, though. He really would have made a perfect Drasnian. ]

Suppose that when this is all over, we're simply returned to where we came from? I imagine opportunities would be scarce then. But then again, as you say, this place is full of the impossible. [ She smiles wryly. ] I have a few friends who are unfond of that word, and now I see why.

[bacondivination]

I quite agree with your friends. "Impossible" is a dumb word.

[ He wrinkles his nose in distaste briefly before he's back to smiling. ]

Besides, I do what I want.

[ That could sound like the willful statement of some youth that hadn't found his limitations yet, and he was quite aware of it. More than that, he was aware she would be as well. He finger-combs his hair back out of his sharp green eyes, watching her expression as he does. ]

[littlemother]

Yes, I'm beginning to see that.

[ Her tone is that of a patient but amused mother, but her eyes are just as sharp -- there's something quiet, something subtle in her tone that speaks clearly enough that she understands his full meaning, to a point, at least. That she knows there is quite a lot more to him than it seems at a glance. He plays the game very well -- too well, for one so young.

She'll have to learn more about him, for certain. She could just ask him, but that'd ruin all the fun, and it goes completely against the spirit of the thing. Why bother playing if you're not going to play right? It's not interesting if you don't have to hunt for it. And she's sure by now that Loki is playing it the same way -- he's onto her in some regards, but how much, she's not sure yet. She'll find out with time. ]

But I suppose there are cages for even the smallest birds, aren't there? We're all trapped here together. But, I suppose, it's not forever.

[bacondivination]

No, dear Lady Porenn, it will not be forever.

[ There is absolutely no change in his demeanor as he speaks. No sign of the depth of his hatred for being bound to this plane, or the madness that chased on its heels. He was not a creature that could abide by containment easily, and he waited for the opportunity to finally rend their captors asunder. ]

It's hubris to think they can contain so many, and I think everyone knows how the stories of such themes end.

[littlemother]

[ She smiles briefly, as if he's flattered her with such a noble mode of address, and she folds her hands in front of her, turning her gaze downward. There's a demureness to her expression that belies the thread of empathy she holds -- only tenuous in connection to Loki's feelings, of course, but the empathy of a woman who's been caged in one way or another her entire life. ]

It is hubris alone to think that a cage does much at all to contain the determined.

[bacondivination]

True. It's foolish to discount such creatures.

[ His expression softens faintly. He would raze them to the ground in time, make them regret the indignities they forced upon their captives. Not everyone had that ability, and, while his sense of empathy was extraordinarily stunted, he had to imagine that was hard.

Of all things, he valued the agency of self. This clever mortal, he thinks, must feel similarly. ]

Not when they still watch and they still sing.