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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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[Like all the others.]
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Why has Malicant done this?
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[His smile is soft, gentle.]
There is no method to its actions. It simply does, and does, and does, until it tires of its own game and moves on.
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[used to being spoiled, cared for, and have everything go my way even if I have to force it.]
Is that what happened the last time Malicant did something like this? Delay it long enough before it just got bored?
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Yes.
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So we'll delay it for you and Malicant can just go kiss a scorpion-bee. [She gives a chortle as she puts his hand on hers.] Any pointers on that or is this kind of like one of those "Avatar" tests?
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[He looks up at the moon. It is a thing of beauty in any world, but he senses that it means something different here.]
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[The line of lights where Republic City was flickered briefly before turning back on completely. Giving the far off city a satisfied glance she turned her full attention back to him.]
So tell me Asti, can you still ride the water in this form?
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Hm.]
I could, yes.
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Only fair you get to see my city after I've seen yours, right? [Both her arms move fluidly in the wind with surprising grace and with that a lone, large funnel of water rises from the Yue Bay. It scoops her with ease, supporting her lower body so her upper body is free to continue bending.]
Race you there? [Inclining her head, she motions to the far edge of the city.]
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But he doesn't. He leaps into the water and then, as a small turtle, heads for the shore.
(He'll let her win, but only just.)]
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When they make it to the city she lowers herself, the water sliding her onto the pavement. She even lifts the water holding Asti so he could disembark from the bay itself. She can’t help but give a smile laugh as her breathing slows down to it’s normal rate.]
Not for nothing, but you are one heck of a fast swimmer. Especially for a turtle.
[With an exaggerated flourish, she waves her arm to the well lit streets just off the docks.]
Welcome to Republic-
[Suddenly her voice cuts off and her face becomes consumed with fright. Along the sides of buildings were banners. They hung from street lamps and even the airships off in the distance had them proudly.]
No. [When the lights all went out earlier-] No, not here…
[Voice trembling with fear, her arm falls limply at her side and she says:] This shouldn’t be happening.
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All at once, the banners are gone. The streets brighten. Asti turns to her, calmly.]
Not tonight. Walk with me.
I can't help but barrage you with text, this is too fun. Sorry!
Of course. [Walking about the streets of the city, alit by the soft glow of the street lamps and the occasional Sato-mobile, Korra is quite content and even more so when they arrive just outside of the noodlery she had visited once with Bolin.]
Have you tried water tribe food? It’s delicious, but no one in Keeliai seems to like it.
[If Asti was dying, then he needed to taste it at least once. Or at least that’s how she felt about it. Truly it may be easier just to die…]
it's gorgeous /sparkles at
I have not.
YOU'RE gorgeous. I was scared the event was over, YAY~
[ A perfect slice of the Southern Water Tribe life. Yellow lanterns, an arctic wolf pelt with the both Water Tribe’s national emblem on it, Water Tribe relics, and authentic tapestries was but a door curtain away. Once inside Korra simply grinned at Narook and held up two fingers as she slid into one of the booths made out of polished, golden wood.]
Now this is a dream I could get used to having. Noodles aren’t in big supply right now in Keeliai. [Almost as soon as they could sit down, two hearty bowls of seaweed noodles arrived, along with plates of blubbered seal jerky, and two ice cold waters.]
Almost like mom used to make. [She says it fondly before making a pig of herself and using her chopsticks to stuff her face until her cheeks bulged.]
What about you Asti, what were your parents like?
[If she was having this dream with anyone, they wouldn’t be able to make it out but she didn’t sweat that detail. Not with him. After all, he came to her dream for company. Not just to watch her airbend with her previous incarnation.]
haha, nope, I was just in transit for a bit!
I did not have parents. We were born when the universe was born.
Glad you're back! Who's event idea was this? <3
Leafy special! [She calls out and Narook suddenly appeared from the back room behind the register with a vegetarian dish and hastily replaced Asti’s meal.] If only service could always be this fast…
[Resuming her mass consumption, Korra looks at Asti with a perplexed, fat face.] So, you just were? [She’s desperately grabbing at straws in her brain, anything that she could relate to.]
Liiiike, how the Avatar just became human? [She never thought to even ask him if he knew anything about her world or how it worked.]
Whoa, wait we? You had brothers and sisters? [This definitely calls for some blubbered jerky.]
it was a mutual collab with alex and myself. o/
Yes, I-- was simply aware, one day. It was not so unusual back then.
[And then, he tilts his head, thoughtfully stirring the noodles in his bowl.]
I did, yes. Many of them. All the land you see on this planet is-- built on their backs. But they are no more.
+1 Feels Approval Vote /o/
Are you scared of that happening to you? [That peaceful aura of his that permeated her dreamscape caused her to suddenly smile when she would have normally frowned and wisdom from her past floated to the surface of her conscious.]
It's okay if you are. Everyone is scared of something and it's best to talk about that fear instead of keeping it in.
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I am not afraid.
[He sounds quite sure of that.]
Once, perhaps. But no longer.
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[She pushes her plate aside so she can put her arms on the table.]
I want to ask you one last thing before I wake up.
[The sky was outside was turning from dark night into a light gray heralding the sunrise, possibly her unconsciousness' interpretation of the sunrise in reality.]
Will we ever see each other again?
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We can, if you would like.
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Are dreams the only way you're able to contact us?
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[Her enthusiasm is warming, like a star, and his own expression further brightens at seeing it.]
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asdjfklasjfl <3