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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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[There is a brief pause, and he inclines his head.]
A little one said that there are many heroes among you.
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[That makes him smile slightly though.] There are. I know several heroes personally.
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[The fisherman and the sea, so to speak.]
I hope you are not all needed, but I am glad to... not be alone.
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I know I must seem very tiny and insignificant, going by our first encounter- [A wry smile; he's not terribly upset about it.] -but you do have allies in us. In me. I think the seas would miss you terribly.
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[He sounds... regretful, over that. But his expression does brighten.]
You are tiny, but not insignificant. I do not consider any life to be so.
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I know the feeling. Usually from the other side. Coral polyps are very tiny, difficult to really make a connection with... but I've seen what many of them can do together. [It's a metaphor, an attempt at reassurance that they surely won't go down passively when it comes to fighting this Malicant.]
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[Speak not the name of evil, lest it find you. He stoops, and takes a handful of sand from the ocean floor.]
It may already be too late for me. But it is perhaps the best chance at... saving my life.
[He wrinkles his nose a little at that.]
But do not misunderstand. I do not want anyone to die for me. I am quite possibly older than the cumulative life of every creature you have eve met. I have had my chance.
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[Arthur closes his eyes, lets another gentle current wash over him.] Still. I hope I can help somehow. In the meantime, is there anything that can be done to make things easier? [Even if it's just venturing out to the turtle's head more, to sit and watch the waves and remind him he is not alone.]
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[It is a heavy thought to contemplate, and he lets the sand sift through his fingers.]
I would not mind the company.
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I'll visit more, then. [He tries a small smile on, despite the gravity of the conversation. He can do that much, at least. But then he pauses for a moment as a school of brightly colored fish swim by.] You mentioned earlier a way to slow the illness... Is it even something you would want, if there are people who would step up? [How much would it take, he wonders. He doesn't want anyone to die for him, but how deadly a solution is it?]
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[And he does. There is a presence about Arthur. It makes him think of Mishadi.]
I would like that. The visiting.
[And then, he stills.]
It-- Selfishly, all creatures fight to survive. I-- if the cost were spread among many, it would perhaps grant me more life. A year. Two. Ten. Nearly insignificant in scope when one considers my lifetime. I do not feel it to be worth it, for what it would take away.
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What would it take away? I have no intention of acting rashly, but if we came up with a plan to take the creature, if more time was needed in such a case, even just a little... [He just wants to know options. To have the information if it should become necessary, because he will do whatever he can to help.]
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[He is resigned to death, in many ways. False hope could only be cruel, now.]
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What do you call yourself, my friend? 'Tu Vishan' is probably kedan-given, isn't it? [Names are important, to the man who has so many of them.]
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I am called Asti.
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Dream well, Arthur. I must leave. If you need to speak with me again, let me know.
[He taps a finger against his temple.]
And I will come to you.
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[Asti bows deeply, and with that, disappears.
What sleep Arthur gets for the rest of the night is calm, peaceful and untroubled.]