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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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No. I am sorry.
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[Nothing.]
Who are you?
[And what were you doing on the roof of her home?]
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I am Asti.
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[She took a step forward.]
Nice to meet you, Asti.
Do you routinely make a habit of visiting girls on top of their houses?
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[She trailed off, however, as a thought occured to her. Glancing down, then upward, her brows furrowed together in rapidly growing confusion as she took in the subtle differences in her dream world and the place from her memories.]
...I'm...dreaming...
[And then back to Asti.]
...okay, what's going on?
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[Well, it's true.]
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[This conversation is the most enthralling. She may never want to wake up at this rate.]
Have we met before? There has to be some reason I'm dreaming about you, right?
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You would know me as Tu Vishan.
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[Her eyes widen further when he introduces himself properly, staring with her mouth slightly agape.]
You're...the Turtle...
[Stating the obvious. Way to make an impression on your home amphibian.]
...you're a lot shorter than I was expecting.
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[He laughs as he says it, a light, musical tone.]
This is but one of many forms I can take.
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You must be feeling better if you're taking trips inside people's heads now.
[Even though the haze of sleep, she could remember something about the Turtle having been sick.]
Did you really come all this way just to say 'hello'?
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I did, yes.
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[She notices his lack of answers. Not too surprising. Secrets tended to be a thing in the World. Or maybe they were just a thing in every world. Either way, she regarded Tu Vishan's human form for several moments before turning around to better face him.]
Can I ask you something?
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[He turns his attention on her obligingly.]
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What's it like having an entire city live on your back?
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I barely feel it. Their minds are... small.
[It's obviously not meant as an insult.]
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[She recalled her several conversations about the theory. There was little doubt in her mind now that's what was happening. Like with Eva's cubes. Only turtle-shaped. And near-indefinite.]
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If I begrudged it, I would not permit it.
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You can do that? Not "permit" it?
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[There's no sense of deception in his tone. Just the plain, unadorned truth.]
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[Mental note: no pissing off the Turtle in the future. Not having magic was bad enough, but there were some people whose very lives (or, in one particular case, lack thereof) depended upon that power source.]
So, are we talking, like, an all-for-one deal here? Or can you choose specifically who to give power to and who to not give it to?
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I could choose to take someone's powers away, if I needed to. Why do you ask?
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[Okay, not entirely the whole truth. But she couldn't risk telling him what was actually on her mind until she knew for certain it wouldn't piss him off.]
The Emperor...she would never ask you do to something like that, would she?
['Does she even know' 'If she did, would you listen']
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[It's not quite a reprimand, but it is a gentle reminder of his status.]
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