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tushanshu_logs2013-05-11 02:31 pm
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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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Somewhere familiar and calm - it's jarring enough that he recognizes it for what it is and sighs, he can't really enjoy the dream to its fullest if he knows that's all it is. But it feels the same as he remembers; same countertops in the kitchen, same dishsoap, same weird smell from the oven that hung around after it had been used no matter how much they cleaned it. It's enough that this is home, so he should probably make the most of it. Terry turns on his heels, off to explore the house and see if anyone else is in.
And there's someone there, which catches him completely off guard]
--Hey. [He stares at the kid, trying to figure out if it's someone he knows. He looks about the same age his brother would be now, so] Are you one of Billy's friends?
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[He's sitting on the couch. Looking curiously at the television. He has never seen one before.]
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[Terry sits on the arm of the couch, at the other end. Significantly unnerved by someone he doesn't recognise just chilling in his home. He's keeping an eye on him, but the kid seems pretty interested in the TV right now. Is it one of his friends? Did they arrange to watch something. Is he sixteen right now? (He makes a mental note not to touch his face just in case it's covered in acne right now.)]
I'm sorry, I don't know who you are. Have we met?
[is this his subconscious? is he on a spirit quest? if this is some Nightmare bullshit he is going to flip a million tables.]
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[He inclines his head a little, in greeting.]
You would know me to be Tu Vishan.
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in an appropriately "yeah, right" tone of voice:] What, are you Tu Vishan?
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[Totally serene.]
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Sucks in a breath and makes a high pitched noise that's another "oh."]
[god he misses his therapist]
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Terrance.
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[Pop-tarts? Jesus Christ.
Anyway he's half standing (and mentally facepalming) before it occurs to him that surely the spirit(?) of a probably billions year-old sentient turtle can't just be popping round for coffee and a chat.]
Hang on. Not to be rude, but. Why are you here?
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[IT GETS A HEAD-TILT because. Que.]
I am here to say hello.
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Aren't you sick at the moment? I feel like that should be a bit more preoccupying than saying hi to my subconscious.
[He's not judging or anything, just curious.]
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Is there anything we can do? It's why we're here, right?
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No. You are here to save this world, and all others after it.
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Anyway it would be hard for Terry to look more upset by this answer, even as he reaches up to rummage in the cupboard. He knows rationally that almost everything dies sooner or later and he imagines Asti has been alive longer than he can fathom, but Tu Vishan is loved and he is a home. It doesn't seem right.]
This-- thing we're supposed to beat, whatever it is. Is that what's made you sick?
[The real question, of course, being "would stopping it before you died even make a difference?"]
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[His answer is simple, as he stands quietly near to the cupboards. Curious about his surroundings, but unmoving.]
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What is it, exactly?
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It's a creature of chaos and hatred, older than any universe you know.
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If we can't stop it before you... Pass. [It's a pretty big 'if' in his opinion, to be honest.] Is there anything we can do to make it easier for you?
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I appreciate company.
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[He probably would anyway, knowing he's awake and can hear them. But it's nice to know it wouldn't be annoying.]
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[He comes closer, takes a pop-tart as it ejects from the toaster.]
You are troubled, being here.
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[he pauses to grab the other pop-tart (and ruminate on his life.)] I can't guarantee the taste of these is accurate, by the way. They're probably better in my memory, so I'm sorry for the inevitable letdown if you ever get to try the real thing.
[look at that brilliant topic changing]
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A turtle's constitution is not meant to handle 'pop-tarts'.
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[They're less sickly-sweet than the real thing, for instance. Perfection.]
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