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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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[But that does not mean he was not grateful for the attempt.]
I have slept for a long time. Being awake is... appreciated.
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Does it make a difference to your condition, sleeping or waking?
[Since the decay symptoms... were less serious, before Jackson did what he did. But they didn't change immediately.]
Does going close to - the rest of your kind make a difference?
[And then, because he's mostly been asking questions, he settles with his hands one in the other, meditative-style.]
I apologize. You probably have your own reasons, for being here. There are only a lot of... not full truths that we have had, since coming here. I do not know if you can have the kind of peace you radiate without truth, and accepting it.
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[Even so, if sleeping would save him, would he do it? Not when he has so little time left to live, to experience. He enjoys this. Being here. Learning.]
The rest of my kind are dead. It may have, once. But no longer. And do not apologize, little brother. Ask what you will of me.
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[Because heroic or not, being aware of what is happening at the end... just makes sense, to him.]
[He considers that, and what he can say, or ask. Even as he has to fight down the reaction to the ease with which he is claimed as brother (again). And Damian can tell it is not lightly meant. Not a jest, not a lie.]
What we were brought here to do. It should happen while you still live, shouldn't it? Or those who are used to having more powers than the rest will become... helpless.
[Beat.]
Would that make a difference, to your survival? Winning the fight that we were brought to fight?
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[He tucks his hands into his sleeves rather calmly.]
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[There are so many questions.]
Why weren't any more young ones? Of your kind?
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[It's a deeply personal question, and after a moment he looks away.]
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And if the threat is removed, would that change? Would they be possible?
[Well, two things, since the questions are separate, if mutually dependent.]
[Knowing the stakes is very, very important. He didn't use to think so, he fought because he was told to, or was given an objective and people were in the way. Now, he chooses what to do. He might not be able to make a difference... but, then again, he might. And he wants to know what he can do.]
[Damian knows that everybody dies. He understands accepting that fate, more than most. But he also knows about fighting to the last breath. With the last breath, if necessary.]
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It might. I had not considered it.
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[It is not easy for him to think - or say - hope. But this one makes sense, to him. Not a promise, so much as a consideration. Death is natural. And so is birth, and accepting one must mean accepting the other, would it not?]
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It is a possibility.
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[He has more questions (of course he has), but instead, he quiets them for a moment. Then he presses his palms together in front of his chest, and bows a little, sitting down as he is, in a gesture that he rarely makes. But he knows it.]
[Namaste.]
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But in his wake, he leaves that self-same sense of peace and warmth and belonging that he senses this child needs more than any words about their enemy. The rest can come later.]
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