ironwood: (LANTERNS / peace)
ɪʀᴏɴᴡᴏᴏᴅ ᴇᴍᴘᴇʀᴏʀ ᴇsʜᴀɪ ([personal profile] ironwood) wrote in [community profile] tushanshu_logs2014-12-07 07:23 pm

[EVENT] A NEW WORLD ORDER

Characters: ALL!
Date: December 8, 2015 (with some starters for the following weeks)
Location: Keeliai, the Midnight Hotel, others
Situation: The Foreigners have awakened.
Warnings/Rating: Add warnings as needed.

They've been in the Dreaming for so long that when they wake up their bodies feel more like automatons, alien and ill-fitting. They haven’t atrophied, thanks to Milyn, but they’re stiff and a little bedsore, and the solidity of the Life Plane is jarring. Here, the surroundings don’t move on a whim. Here the world is more stable, almost harsh and unyielding in spite of the homey surrounds.

It’s been a year, says the clock on the mantle and on the second floor. Says Milyn, too, when she’s able to stop hugging them long enough to speak.

Nothing much has changed in the Midnight Hotel. There are dishes out of place, objects belonging to either Milyn or Eva in evidence, the diorama exactly where it had been but now brightly-painted thanks to Milyn's boredom. Milyn and Eva took a room each, in the time the Foreigners were sleeping, though neither used them much.

Eva’s upstairs, Milyn will tell anyone who asks. In her room.

Eva hasn't left that room in three days. She hasn't spoken in three days, either, or walked, or moved, or breathed. Her effects are neatly arranged around her bed, and the sheet has been pulled up. There is heavy incense in the room and Milyn has managed to preserve the body enough to remove the risk of too much mess (and other things). In a way, that makes it worse: as though Eva is sleeping. It’s difficult to tell whether Milyn is in denial or whether spending three days with no one to talk to other than sleeping Foreigners and a corpse has had its influence.



LINKS
Dreaming log | Foreigner's Awakening (Hotel) | Milyn’s Relief | Exploring Keeliai | Old & New Faces (Canon Updates/New Arrivals) | OOC: State of the Shell
redlightgreenlight: (Default)

[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2014-12-27 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
The fragments continued to fight against her grip, trying to fade away where she could no longer reach them. If she only knew how to access that accursed magic.

Here, She hissed, trying to simultaneously restrain Bakura's soul and her own power. It was becoming difficult to simply hold his essence as opposed to consuming it.
denyamenti: /icanvas (when through the parting veil)

[personal profile] denyamenti 2014-12-27 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
We are the Dead, xese-k em ta, those who have been turned back upon the world...

The piece of ancient litany is 'spoken' wanderingly, like he's recalling it through a haze, before the thief falls quiet again. Valdis has successfully corralled the thief's spirit from drifting away entirely, but now they're merely unconnected in a smaller range. Without something to hold them together, it's possible she's only delayed the inevitable... but she has bought them some time.
redlightgreenlight: (Calm)

[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2014-12-27 06:32 pm (UTC)(link)
Valdis felt the resistance lessen as she found the proper balance of power and she felt the thief's essence stabilize, for now anyway. His voice echoed through the emptiness, sounding lost.

You aren't dead yet, Leiðr-fjándi She replied, directing her power to encircle the pieces of soul, trying to bring them even closer together. You aren't allowed to die, life isn't done with you yet.
Edited (formatting) 2014-12-27 18:32 (UTC)
denyamenti: /suspecting (like the chance of paradise)

[personal profile] denyamenti 2014-12-28 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Life isn't done with you yet."

Although not the reaction she probably hoped it would provoke, there's a stirring of anger, though it's a hollow sort of flare. I have given enough--! Yet then the anger ebbed, as if it had taken any amount of energy left, and the pieces fractured a little more.
redlightgreenlight: (Irritated)

[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2014-12-28 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Valdis was losing patience with this particular soul. The pieces wouldn't merge together and if fact were splintering into smaller pieces.

Fine, She hissed, If you want to cease to exist so badly then I will cast your pathetic soul into oblivion.

She tugged on the pieces, the void responded gleefully, trying to pull the essence back into it.

Fight me, Bakura, She growled drawing her power back slightly, Get a hold of yourself and fight back.
denyamenti: (slow down the frantic world)

[personal profile] denyamenti 2014-12-28 10:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Prior to this, the approach would certainly have worked. But the thief was exhausted from fighting, of planning, of scheming, of trying to change men and gods and rights and wrongs, and of failing. Of having it all have been for nothing. He could barely remember a time without fighting, before everything had narrowed to that one singular purpose. He didn't remember what that time had felt like, only that it had been there, for too short a time, and never since.

No.
Edited 2014-12-28 23:06 (UTC)
redlightgreenlight: (Uncertain)

Note for Katara and Tony at end...

[personal profile] redlightgreenlight 2014-12-28 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
That wasn't the answer she expected and in her shock, she lost control of her power.The void twisted, tightening its grip on Bakura and dragging the pieces back. Valdis tried to reel it in, to bring it back under control, but it was fighting against her with surprising strength.

It wanted the soul, the man didn't need it anymore, he had even said so. In its twisted existence, its reasoning made sense. The tendrils shuddered against her command, but the movement slowed as she pitted her will against that of her darker side, but she couldn't hold the balance much longer. She had made a serious mistake.

Back on the life plane, Valdis was shivering, her usually warm skin was growing cold and she was paler than normal.