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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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[He... looks away.]
Once upon a time, the Lady Emperor's sister died to save another of my kind. It worked, for a time. But it was not permanent, and it is... too much a sacrifice for too little a gain.
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[That's...upsetting, but he tucks it away. He'll find a way to save the turtle. He has to] What about the thing that the Emperor's so scared of? The thing she brought us here to fight, or defeat. Will you get better if we get rid of it?
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[He folds his hands into his sleeves, glances down at the sand.]
Malicant. Do not speak the name elsewhere, it... catches the creature's attention. If you were to banish or capture it, I may yet recover. But I am not certain.
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He switches from enjoying his surroundings to focussing seriously as only an ADHD kid can, nodding] That's something, at least. Can you tell me anything about it? What it is, how we could defeat it?
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[An observation, as he studies their surroundings. Few people can make dreams quite so detailed.]
It is an essence. Made of chaos and pain and deceit. It is endlessly cruel. And I--
[He shakes his head.]
I know no way to defeat it. The Lady Emperor thinks you [that's an all-encompassing 'you'] will learn.
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[He takes Asti west, to the cabins. He pauses briefly at Athena's before continuing on to his own. The windows face the ocean, and it's made out of a rough kind of sea stone. There's coral all over it, and a sea shell over the door. Percy hesitates, before pushing it open. A sea breeze blows through the opening.] This is home.
[He draws in a breath before gesturing at Asti to step inside after him, if he likes.] That sounds about right. [Serious green eyes meet Asti's] If it exists, it can be defeated. Nothing's so powerful that it can't be ended, even if thinks it is. Especially if it thinks it is. We'll find a way to save you, I promise.
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I have lived a great many years, Percy. I have seen the birth and death of universes. I will not say my life is over, but it... has been lived. Do not make sacrifices for me.
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It's been so long. And he doesn't know if he will see it again] That's not really the kind of promise I can make. [He lifts his shoulder in a shrug, eyes opening] Will we be able to talk like this again when I come visit you?
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Not unless you were asleep.
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The brightness is appreciated, though, and he smiles at Asti] That's okay. I can still talk at you, even if I can't talk with you. I'll just stay out of the water this time. [His feet kick a little, dangling off the edge of his bed] Thanks for this, Asti.
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[For which he is sadly apologetic.]
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[He, in contrast, settles cross-legged on the floor. He likes it here, it's obvious by the expression on his face. For all that he brings peace to others, this is a place where the favour's been returned, even in some small measure.]