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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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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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I know, Jack Frost.
[He tips his head to one side, studying him.]
You're worried. About the warmth of the coming months.
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Yeah. I don't want to worry anybody with it, but I'm... I think I stop working right, when I get too warm.
[ The Moon's magic could only do so much for someone who wasn't alive, after all. ]
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[ Certainly not a decline, he's just surprised at the offer. ]
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[Pause, then,]
It does not hurt, or diminish me in any way. If I were to alter the sort of energy you receive, I believe you would be in less danger.
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If you would... and it isn't any harder for you, then I'd appreciate anything you can do.
[ a slightly quirked smile, part joking and part depreciating ]
I'm not the best guy for the tropical climate jobs, I'm afraid. Any of the other spirits would... probably have been more useful.
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You have no trust in your own value, Jack Frost. You do not see what you offer to others. It is... perspective.
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I... yeah. Maybe. I don't know.
[ Three centuries of being derided by other spirits had left their mark, more visible when he didn't have his usual distractions around. ]
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You are a rare and wonderful spirit, Jack. Remember that.
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He opens his eyes again (when had he closed them?) and without thinking, pulls Asti into a hug. ]
Thank you... not just for fixing me, but for saying that.
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[His words are quiet, but resolute. He doesn't quite know what to do with that hug, though, and his posture is a little... stiff.]
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Is there anything I can do for you? And if you're planning to say it's not necessary... I want to. As friends.
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