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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 stops at the Warren and sees Bunnymund playing with Sophie as she cradles the multicoloured eggs to her chest and laughs, her plastic fairy wings hanging askew over her shoulders without a care in the world. Jack raises his hand to call out to them but nothing comes out, and he runs into something that forces him to stop, kept away from approaching them. "He wasn't all a bad sort," Bunny is saying. "Just a bit of a dag, is all. Gonna miss that galah..."
Somehow Jack knows that they're talking about him, he turns and runs. He passes a hooded man in green leather who sends a hail of arrows to follow his heels, and the spirit knows guilt.
He stops at the Tooth Palace, the scene there electrifying him as a familiar brown-haired girl sits in Tooth's lap, and the Fairy cradles her gently, murmuring reassurances. Jack hurls himself into the barrier but it won't yield, and nothing comes out when he tries to yell to them. "I'm so sorry, little one," Tooth says kindly. "Please try to understand... I have to take the memories. He wasn't meant to be."
Jack silently screams himself hoarse before he runs again, and this time instead of arrows there are burning green chains lashing out at him, driving him away and he knows betrayal. He feels like he can't run any farther, but he tries anyway.
He stops at the Pole's Workshop and sees North resting a fatherly hand on Jamie's shoulder. The young boy's face is red from excessive crying, brown eyes puffed but filled with hurt. "Try to keep chin up," North is saying, rubbing Jamie's back comfortingly. "We are still here for you. You can count on us."
Jack can do little more than slump against the barrier here that keeps him out, stays there until golden streams of sand come down and lift him up into the air and he feels (dares) a touch of hope, mutely cries Sandy! Sandy is that you? Is this a dream?
The sand streams turn black, wrapping around his throat until he can't breathe and knows fear. "It is a nightmare," comes Pitch's voice from everywhere and nowhere at once as Jack's dream-consciousness falters and dims. "There are only nightmares now..."
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Who's there? I'm game if you are.
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This beats saying hello with a boring old handshake!
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Hello, Jack Frost.
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Hi... Do I know you?
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[He shapes that snowball now, careful and deft.]
You know me by another name.
[The snow, now a perfect replica of a turtle with a city on its back, glides through the air as through the ocean, and lands gently on Jack's shoulder.]
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Tu Vishan. But your name is Asti? That's what I'll call you, if that's what you want. Does this mean you're feeling better? Everybody's really worried about you.
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[And he means that.]
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It's nothing you have to apologize for, Asti. It just means people care about you.
[ Jack drags his staff through the pristine snow around him, and whirlwinds of ice spring up to create fantastical shapes of some of the amalgam creatures he's seen living around the turtle. ]
So you're like Sandman? You bring dreams to people?
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What is your center then? If I'm allowed to ask.
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[It's said without hesitation.]
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Yeah... I guess it is. Thanks for that, by the way-- and for letting us be here.
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[And he means that. No sentient creature should be trapped anywhere against its will.]
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[ He doesn't blame you for his being here, or being unable to leave. ]
It's weird but... when I go home [ when-not-if, he trusts you Asti ] ... I think I'll miss it here.
But if you could send us home, make sure the kids get back first, okay?
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[But he tilts his head.]
If I have the power to ensure so, I will.
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But you didn't answer my question from before... does being here mean you're feeling better?
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No.
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Isn't there some way we can help?
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Nothing I would ask. My duty is to see you all home safely, nothing more.
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Look, I know I'm not the smartest guy on the turtle... on you?... but I think I'm missing something here.
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I did not bring you here.
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Oh. [ look at Jack be an awkward turtle now, but he soldiers on ] Yeah, but... since we're here anyway...
[ He scrubs a hand through his hair, realizing he's probably sounding like an idiot. ]
Hey, look. I'm not great at this but, you're a good person-- [ and he uses the term purposely, rather than turtle ] -- to give a home to all the kedan and bring peace to everyone like you did with that week so, you deserve any help we can give you, okay? Duty isn't just... one thing, it's not... it's not a whole person.
[ A faint smile, because he's so recently learned this that it's kind of weird to be saying this to anyone else, especially when his listener was probably a trillion years older and more experienced than he was. ]
You can be more than one thing you're supposed to do.
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