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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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And you also know it is my duty to do what I can to stop it. [And then, more quietly-] Is it safe for you to tell me what it is?
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The Enemy, then. How do we stop it?
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[He reaches out to brush at the trailing willow branches.]
I do not know if it can be stopped. I hope for it.
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[He stops, and calms himself. Getting angry here is not going to help anybody or do anything to further the goal. So he closes his eyes briefly, lets it go. Breathes.]
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[Between one moment and the next, he is at Kyle's side, one hand gently on his shoulder. He does not often resort to physical contact, but with it comes a sense of peace and gentle hope, warmth like the perfect summer's day. It's a little like eternity, comforting in its perpetuity, edged in alien thought and comprehension.]
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Are you dying?
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[He withdraws his hand, folds them carefully in his lap.]
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Tell me what I can do.
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[A slight smile.]
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Is that why the Emperor keeps us in? So that you have company?
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[His lips quirk downwards. He remembers too well the Jiangshi.]
Sometimes I am not strong enough.
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There were too many of them. [Then he too, looks down.] Does she have your well-being at heart?
[Can we trust her is really what he wants to know, but he plans to go to Eshai in person to determine that.]
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[It's a simple enough statement.]
Were it not for her - and she was but a girl at the time - I would have perished along with my brethren.
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You are not alone, brother. [He knows the excruciating loneliness - the silence - that comes from being the last of one's kind.] If you are facing your life's blackest night — [he wants to scream, I am not a child, I have heard and felt the universe itself laughing, crying, singing, screaming, I have faced worse odds than this. Yet, he does not. Experience has tempered him.
He stands, and holds out his hand.] I will do what I can to help you face the future without fear.
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I know. I have faith.
[Now he takes that hand, and allows Kyle to pull him to his feet.]
You have seen and done things no little one of your years ever should have. But you are a strong man, and will only become more so.
[He glances towards the willow.]
Will you let me help you, also?
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Nuh-uh. That's cheating. Me first.
[In an instant the ground beneath them falls away, the sky darkens, and they are floating in outer space, surrounded by stars. There is seemingly nothing holding them up - and no planets nearby. It is all empty.
Save for Ion, coming up beneath them. Unlike earlier its yellow taint is gone, it is pulsing green. It circles them, majestic. Kyle looks at Asti.]
This is an old friend, he was born when the first sentient life in the universe willed itself to move.
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I thought I recognized him.
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[Curiosity is a strange thing.]
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[He smiles, looking out at the sky.]
Isn't it beautiful.
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[He wants to caution the boy, do not give too much, but he finds he cannot say it. There is something in Kyle's spirit he recognizes too deeply.]
It is, yes.
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This belongs to you, too. Come whenever you want.
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I cannot come often. But I will try.
[He steps, wades out into the water. He is touching the water without being touched by it, and seems perfectly dry.]
Is there anything else you wish to ask me?
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Is this my dream, yours, or ours?
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