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ENDPLOT | ROLL THE BONES, PART 1
Characters: ALL!
Date: Early/Mid November
Location: Under the shell
Situation: It's either Malicant or the Foreigners... and their worlds.
Warnings/Rating: Add warnings as needed.
The Foreigners had begun their counterattack by trying to possess the Great Turtle whom Malicant had taken, and although the movement had failed, some vital information had been uncovered. Under the shell lay Malicant's weakness, and inside the Dreaming was where he could be fought.
Any help from the kedan is uncommon. They're wary, watching, as a group beginning to lose sight of the community. Their family groups are more tightly-knit than ever, and any approach from the Foreigners is answered by suspicion at best and violence at worst. That makes daily life difficult, when the majority of the city refuses to have much to do with them. Why aren't you doing anything? they seem to say. What good are any of you? All you've done is make things worse. We'd be better if you'd never come.
The Foreigners are unwelcome in Keeliai. The cultists are becoming a majority. Now is the time.
There aren't many left of the Foreigners left, but inside the Dreaming the limitations of the waking world no longer exist. For every Foreigner and their worlds, their loved ones, this is the chance to make themselves safe for good. And all of them will be needed.
LINKS
Beneath The Shell/Midnight Hotel | Malicant’s Tools/The Vilii Stone | OOC Plot Post
OOC
There are two main headers, one for preparation at the Hotel where Milyn and Eva will be available to speak with The second section where they will be able to search the caves beneath the Shell inside the Dreaming to find the Vilii Stone, and where the boon'd characters will be affected. If you are threading something that doesn't fit one of those categories, just add it to the bottom of the post. Questions go to the plotting post, please! Once the Stone has been acquired the second half of the plot will go live in the logs comm.
Date: Early/Mid November
Location: Under the shell
Situation: It's either Malicant or the Foreigners... and their worlds.
Warnings/Rating: Add warnings as needed.
The Foreigners had begun their counterattack by trying to possess the Great Turtle whom Malicant had taken, and although the movement had failed, some vital information had been uncovered. Under the shell lay Malicant's weakness, and inside the Dreaming was where he could be fought.
Any help from the kedan is uncommon. They're wary, watching, as a group beginning to lose sight of the community. Their family groups are more tightly-knit than ever, and any approach from the Foreigners is answered by suspicion at best and violence at worst. That makes daily life difficult, when the majority of the city refuses to have much to do with them. Why aren't you doing anything? they seem to say. What good are any of you? All you've done is make things worse. We'd be better if you'd never come.
The Foreigners are unwelcome in Keeliai. The cultists are becoming a majority. Now is the time.
There aren't many left of the Foreigners left, but inside the Dreaming the limitations of the waking world no longer exist. For every Foreigner and their worlds, their loved ones, this is the chance to make themselves safe for good. And all of them will be needed.
LINKS
Beneath The Shell/Midnight Hotel | Malicant’s Tools/The Vilii Stone | OOC Plot Post
OOC
There are two main headers, one for preparation at the Hotel where Milyn and Eva will be available to speak with The second section where they will be able to search the caves beneath the Shell inside the Dreaming to find the Vilii Stone, and where the boon'd characters will be affected. If you are threading something that doesn't fit one of those categories, just add it to the bottom of the post. Questions go to the plotting post, please! Once the Stone has been acquired the second half of the plot will go live in the logs comm.
feel free to drop this if it's been too long; i'm so sorry
Instead he continued to gaze at the man's feet, machete in hand, matching him step for step. "Life is painful, and life is deadly," he said. "To hide from such is a choice in itself, and does nothing to change the circumstance from which that pain arises. Surely you understand this, sir--if I'm not mistaken, you hail from the Revolution."
The words were Malicant's but the way in which the Frenchman spoke was emboldening, full of restrained passion. It wasn't the calming tone of a man who would have tried to talk the masses down--the opposite. This was a man with something to fight for, rather than an indolent aristocrat.
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"Ah, not quite that revolution." He answered, Malicant slipping away a little more, because really, with something Enjolras was so devoted to, there was not much chance of that. "France's first republic was...I do wish I had been there for it though it did not outlast the Corsican called Buonoparte. After, though, a good many of us thought to try again. To raise her back to what she had been in the days of our Grandfathers.
We had our revolutions." Enjolras continued, eyes flashing with something closer to himself than before. "Our first, in 1830, was enough to be called a Revolution, though we did not, in the end, win, we DID send a king fleeing. Our revolution, our republic was stolen..." This was followed with a few inventive curses and commentary about the Marquis de Lafayette that probably ought never be reprinted.
But then. two years later, we tried again. And no, no hiding never..."
He blinked here, hard, looking extremely confused for a long moment, and then somewhat relieved, but then, a glance back to the sword in his hand, and their positions had Enjolras cursing again.
"merde." He muttered, drawing the word out into two syllables. "What was I thinking?"
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Young, however, if he didn't remember the revolution from 1789 to 1799--or at least didn't consider it the first of revolutions. It was an interesting perspective, and revealed something of what the Frenchman felt about Bonaparte that he didn't consider Bonaparte's rise to leadership a revolution.
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Enjolras appreciated the shift to French, his posture becoming more comfortable already as he gave Anton a very grateful look there. The language where his rhetoric had all been centered could only be useful in whatever lay ahead, although a part of him did hate the idea that he'd already succumbed a little. Then again, best to do that now, and have it done with before they continued further.
And, well, the compliment helped too, truth be told. Enjolras had been 26 when he'd arrived here, and as much as he'd changed, there were still parts of him that appreciated the same things he would have at home. Praise for his words and their effectiveness still drew him in.
"My thanks. It was part of what I worked for, before all of this. Not quite a hero of the convention, and I never wished for that, but to have the same chances they might, to allow for Justice to come through to a world that badly needed it, or to inspire it coming forth. It is good to know I've not quite lost my skills, rusted as they've become."
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"We should continue," Anton said, nodding down the tunnel. "I have been neither tainted nor booned; Malicant has no hold on me. If you should prefer, I will accompany you in the event he tries again."
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Enjolras had shifted to a version of himself who supported the king and was a National Guard besides, and Temeraire's loyalties had ended up being towards Buonoparte himself, and the entire thing had been small compared to as much effort as must be being extended now.
"I should appreciate that very much, monsieur." Enjolras did not bother trying to look anything but as relieved as he was. He'd been tainted not so long ago, besides. Any help that he could find was help that he could likely use along the way.
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Though the name was Latin, Anton's voice still held enough of Irish inflection to tell his own homeland--though much-muddied by his various travels.
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There was a confidence in his voice when he spoke of THAT anyway, much as he feared Malicant's influence again taking over. He did trust it could be stopped and handled now at least. He did smile, as he caught the accent there, along with the name. It seemed that someone else's parents had decided to play fast and loose with typical naming conventions, given that his own was Greek.
end hereabouts?
Sounds good!