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ABRAXAS MODS ([personal profile] abraxasmods) wrote in [community profile] abraxaslogs2022-10-15 10:14 am

EVENT #10: AFFLICTION - IC POST

Event #10 - Affliction

With tensions heavy across Abraxas and all the destruction that's happened, it's no surprise that the dark shadows which sweep over the land go unnoticed...at first.

Winds initially stir in Solvunn, where the influence of the Old Gods remains the strongest. Slowly each Herald infects Thorne and the Free Cities, as well. The Summoned are the first to feel its effects and are the most heavily impacted.

Though no one will realize it until well afterwards, Nocwich remains unaffected. After all, the Summoned don't reside there.

NOTE: This event will deal with themes of death (people and animal) and horror imagery.
Emergence
It begins sometime in mid-October, around the 18th. Not everyone will experience it at the same time. You might even believe you're spared until days afterwards when you're visited by an unusually vivid dream.

The dream starts the same for everyone: you are going somewhere, anywhere, walking to your bedroom or enjoying a stroll on the beach. You might be driving down a familiar neighborhood. Wherever you're headed, you eventually come upon a stone tablet engraved with your Arcana. Laid on the tablet are three objects:
◎ A dead moth trapped inside a wilted rose, symbolizing Koth of Festering Lands
◎ A teacup inside which sits a single nightshade berry, symbolizing Adlewyrd of Poisoned Tongues
◎ An ornate cracked hand mirror that contains no reflection, symbolizing Sannleikr of Many Faces
Make a choice. Something inside your soul will be drawn towards one of the objects. Maybe you spend hours in the dream deliberating, but sooner or later, you'll pick one of the items up. The moment you do, the other objects vanish and the chosen Herald appears before you. Where one might expect a god to seek subservience, the strange figure instead extends a friendly hand towards you - as though it's greeting you as an equal.

Whispered around you, you hear its name. Then it fades and with it the dream. You awaken.
Affliction
You go about your day as usual. That's when you realize something isn't right. Creatures and people around you behave strangely. You begin to sense that you are the cause.

Depending on your chosen Herald, you'll experience at least one of its afflictions. The effects might start small, then grow. They might rush you all at once. You can't shake what haunts you, though you can try. Spells, potions, and willpower can help keep the afflictions at bay but you won't ever be completely free.

As the afflictions seep into your mind, you start to find shadows of it following you: a dead moth here, a nightshade bloom there, a cracked mirror elsewhere. You may even wonder if it's following you in the first place. What if instead, you are the one leaving these signs behind?
Corruption
The first time you inflict your ability on someone else, you don't mean to. It might be a stranger, some unsuspecting soul, or it might be another Summoned. Regardless, the afflictions that ail you seem to spread through you into another. Someone falls down as if in the throes of an invisible death or secrets spill. You brush by someone and they're suddenly upset and confused.

The more this happens, intentionally or not, the better you feel. You may grow full of life and energy, gain a renewed strength of heart, or radiate a charm that turns heads and garners compliments. The afflictions haunting you could even start to fade or completely vanish. And if you use your newfound power deliberately? You'll feel better even faster for longer. Of course, these boons are temporary, lasting at most an hour or so. When the feeling wanes, you might miss having it.

You are not possessed. You can't control this power that spreads through you, but how you respond or behave is up to you. You could be attracted to the allure of power, enjoy the boons you are granted, or realize you can gain relief from your afflictions if you choose a victim. Not everyone will fall headfirst into the pull. Some are not easily swayed by power, some struggle to overcome their dark impulses, and others would rather endure their suffering than inflict it on someone else. But others still might succumb to temptation and turn on those around them with purpose: once, twice, multiple times. The choice you make is yours alone.
Blight
With the call of the Herald at your fingertips, the world around you twists. No one knows whether this stems from you and your newly imbued afflictions, or if the Heralds are exerting power on their own. It's for sure easier to think of what occurs as the influence of something monstrous beyond your control. No matter the cause, the earth is changed all the same.
Omens
The omens arrive shortly after the initial Summoned receive their dreams, but they don't come to every faction at once. SOLVUNN is first, being home to the Old Gods' shrines, before THORNE and the FREE CITIES follow only days afterwards. Depending on where you are, the omens will affect things a bit differently.
Solvunn
In Solvunn, the ground stirs. A desiccated hand breaks through the grass, a cloven hoof. Human or animal, they crawl forth, animated against their will. Some might attack, but most do not. At the same time, crops around the settlements begin to fail. Some chickens lay rotten eggs while cows produce spoiled milk. Any livestock that perishes overnight will surface in the mornings with empty eye sockets - pecked out by crows or gnawed on by rats. From a distance, the ocean can be seen bubbling as leviathans beneath thrash.

Worth noting is that many of the dead are concentrated around the shrines, especially the ones deep in the woods. They're too decayed to recognize, and some might not even move from the site, as though they are waiting for the earth to take them again...or as though they once chose to give up their life at this very spot.

Summoned can assist by helping to cast spells or place warding charms around shrines, farms, and gardens to protect crops and livestock. As a commune, the Solvunnites will share their resources as much as possible and would appreciate those who might lend a hand bringing supplies, herbs, and offerings to neighbors who are lacking. The Summoned can also brew a common herbal remedy to aid any animals who have fallen ill or to help purify the well water.

Free Cities
In Libertas, the dead buried under the rubble dig themselves out. More crawl forth from graves in Cadens' cemeteries. Beasts and bandits slain in the desert wilds rise, hungry or searching for the ones who killed them. At the same time, dead fish wash up onto the shores of Aquila while birds fall dead from their perch, dropping like flies from an unknown illness. Vultures and other scavengers begin to prey upon the eyes of the dead, leaving behind hollowed-out corpses.

Worth noting is that in the Badlands, a few very old and skeletal corpses rise with a metal plate or two screwed onto their bones, which are also oddly elongated. Only one or two make their way near the city. The army is quick to dispose of them before many can notice. They will not disclose any information about this and will claim these are just monsters like anything else.

Summoned can assist by going on patrol with the soldiers to put down any risen dead. Merchant caravans are also hiring escorts for their journeys. Additionally, they can help look through any received supplies and packages to make sure the food isn't rotting or worse, use a special dissolving compound to purify the waters, and donate staple food items to refugees and the less fortunate who can't afford the rising prices.

Thorne
In Thorne, the dead emerge only from the outskirts of the castle city. Thanks to information from one of their Summoned and their recent monitoring of the Singularity, Thorne was able to act swiftly and was able to ward any royal or otherwise significant burial sites. Graves and tombs of less importance, though, will not be protected in the same way. There are fewer encounters with eyeless corpses, though some animals might appear outside the castle in such a state. Normally extravagant dishes from the Castle's kitchens use simpler ingredients as they struggle to ration their food stores.

Worth noting is that a few unexpected corpses make their way up from deep under the castle in places beyond the dungeons. These are twisted and mangled, missing limbs, heads, fingers. The castle guards are quick to dispose of them before they get too far into the rest of the castle, but one or two may be spotted.

Summoned can assist by contributing to the wards around Castle Thorne and the city, using spells to put down the dead without mangling the corpse, and taking inventory of food stores. Further, in Nott the situation is more dire for anyone who is traveling there to continue assisting with repairs following the attack. Nott will welcome help with any problems caused by the omens. It'll be clear the kingdom has neglected the city somewhat. Thorne will claim the Castle takes priority, of course, due to King and Queen residing there along with the entire royal court.
Apprehensions
Across the factions, locals are beginning to catch on that something isn't right with you, the Summoned. No one will say it outright, but there's an air of caution and wariness around you where you go. Merchants might be quick to hand you your wares so you'll leave or locals give you a bit of space when they walk by. Chatty innkeepers are more reluctant to hold lengthy conversations.

Much of the time, it may not be conscious. The natives might simply sense something off that instinctually makes them want to put some distance between them and you. The only exception? If you've chosen Sannleikr of Many Faces, you'll continue to exude your charm towards people you encounter. At least for as long as you continue to inflict that ability you've been gifted.
Displacement
Everyone responds differently while in the Horizon. You might exert better willpower over your afflictions or you might feel its effects more strongly. It all depends on the individual and their mindset. Regardless, the Heralds are only one part of the equation. There's a much bigger disturbance going on.

It could happen as soon as you enter or it might be as you're stepping over the threshold into another's domain. Whatever the case, you are suddenly not where you're supposed to be. Instead, you're in one of two places depending: transported into a domain you never meant to go into or in a foreign setting altogether.
Visitation
Whether you're the one transported or someone teleports unexpectedly into your space, the Horizon becomes unpredictable for the next little while. Rooms normally locked to strangers, areas you yourself may not even realize exists - you and your fellow Summoned continue to pop in and out despite your intentions.

The effect isn't painful, just disorienting, like missing a step you didn't see or stumbling through a door into a too-bright room. The person whose domain you've inadvertently visited might sense an unwanted presence, whether they're inside the Horizon or not, or they may be completely oblivious. This will depend on the strength of their connection to the Singularity and the Horizon.

Not to worry. You won't be trapped or anything in these cases...unless the domain you land in happens to seal from the inside. You might stumble on secrets you weren't meant to find, though, locked away in someone else's mind.
Ensnared
The less fortunate will be pulled into a space that they've never encountered before. The bizarreness of it resembles the glitchy visions that flashed through a few months ago, but rather than an image flickering by, you are now inside the space itself.

Trapped between minutes to hours, you can't use the Horizon's creation magic as normal. Attempts will falter or go sideways: trying to fly out might cause you to tumble, tools and objects are broken or not quite right, wounds don't vanish or heal completely, etc. More significantly, you can't seem to send or receive messages through your connection. Anything that manages to come through will be garbled and distorted. It's as though the place you are in is just out of the reach of your control.

Luckily, you may not be alone. Someone else may have gotten lost alongside you. They might already be there when you stumble through or they might arrive after you do. They might even fade out sooner than you, unintentionally leaving you behind.

Eventually, you'll be released back into the Horizon proper, spat out in a random place in the Horizon. While you're stuck, though, you can try to survive, explore, sit and wait it out, or make friends with your fellow trapped partner. Each area has its challenges and quirks that you'll need to deal with.

Scenes to Explore
JUSTICE ◎
FULL IMAGE

High in the clouds, these snowy peaks are as cold as they look. Giant marble hands reach out, though their sheer scale means you might not recognize them as hands from up close. You can scale the mountain, but if you try to go down, the hands will flip the mountain, which sends you tumbling to the top again.

It's up to you whether you can be injured when you fall. Maybe the snow will feel like marshmallows, or you'll break a bone on the jagged rocks. No two experiences are the same. If you have a partner, they could end up faring better than you despite being in the same place.

Conjure some warm clothes or a log cabin even if you wish - they might not manifest perfectly, but it'll be better than nothing. At least the view's fairly nice...while the sun is up. A blizzard will come through by nightfall. With it arrives a strange hovering light that entices you or your friend to follow it into the frozen darkness. What draws you out depends on you. It could be a familiar voice, an image, or a simple compulsion. If you're lucky, the person with you is unaffected and can try to stop you. Or maybe you're the one desperately chasing after the other person?

THE CHARIOT ◎
FULL IMAGE

From a distance, it's hard to tell if they're shipping containers or houses stacked atop each other. A gooey mess covers the ground below. Oddly, the smell isn't as unpleasant as the goo looks. It smells like bubblegum or cotton candy, artificial and sweet. When you first fall in, you might land inside one of the homes, on top of the stacked structure, or the ground. You can try to reach anyone else who's there with you, but be careful: the ooze is spreading. Climb if you must or move from room to room. If you don't keep moving, you risk getting sucked into its sticky mass.

Each block of a home is different. Some are furnished, whereas others are empty or filled with strange knickknacks. Some might even have subconscious creations spawned by you. Keep ahead of the gloopy substance, and you'll be fine, probably. Or you can try to fight it back or block its path by sealing yourself in a room or otherwise, which can slow it down significantly. Mostly, you'll have to hope you fade out before the pink mass completely consumes the landscape.

THE WORLD ◎
FULL IMAGE

The hazy neon glow obscures a nothingness that seems to extend forever. In the middle of the wet ground are several stacked television sets with wires plugged into nothing. Inexplicably, there's also a cat. At first, it appears perfectly normal, but keen observers will notice that its behavior is on a loop where it will walk a certain path, pause at specific intervals to lick its paws, and meow at set points. It does not acknowledge any of its intruders. You can break its loop by picking it up, at which point it'll go limp as a ragdoll. As soon as you set it down, it'll resume its actions as before.

While you can see the same images as someone else on the screens, it's also possible you'll each see something different despite being in the room together. What you see is up to you. It could be an old fuzzy movie, home videos of your childhood, trivia questions you have to answer correctly, or even a memory or vision you wouldn't want to share. Words or faces taunting you could appear between staticky flickers, or maybe your very thoughts are projected onto the screens for anyone with you to read.

Break the televisions if you want, but given a few short minutes, they'll reform between one blink and the next. Looks like you'll have to keep watching until you're released.

THE FOOL ◎
FULL IMAGE

Sprawling and massive, you're unlikely to recognize at first that you're trapped in a labyrinth. Stone walls rise around you, and your surroundings are pitchblack. Manifest a torch or a flashlight if you can, though these will be prone to going out at inopportune times. Escaping over the walls will only send you into another section in the maze.

As you navigate the twisting corridors, you'll encounter any variety of trials and troubles: gaps in the ground, spiked traps, haunting whispers, monsters, decaying corpses. Some of these might've formed from your mind, others might've spawned from anyone else who's trapped with you.

If you aren't alone, do your best to locate your fellow Summoned. Voices do carry and echo over the walls, and there could be landmarks that help you find each other. Finding the exit, however, is another matter. Walk and climb all you want. A way out is impossible until the Horizon chooses to set you free.

Players can pick any scenario that interests them from the four choices above. Unlike the visions from before, characters can accidentally be trapped in as many of the scenes as you want, as many times as you want. Another option is that they can stay trapped in only one scene while a variety of characters fade in and out to join them, or some combination of the two. Choose what works best for your plans.

Each scene will once again carry an associated Arcana etched somewhere inside it, which can change from person to person or instance to instance. It might be on a wall, a table, or on the ground. Characters with a stronger connection to the Horizon are likely to be trapped for longer but the extent of this is your choice and it won't ever exceed a few hours. It's also your choice whether the afflictions continue to haunt them or not. If you want characters to deal with both problems while stuck together, you're welcome to!

Generally speaking, there are no restrictions other than that they won't be able to communicate with anyone outside the area, they can't escape it until the Horizon chooses to release them, and their creation magic will go wrong just enough that it'll make things tricky.
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[personal profile] familysucks 2022-10-21 12:55 am (UTC)(link)
Michael would disagree with his assessment, as he so often does. Wanda has far more to worry about from Lucifer than from him. Even then, from what casual use he's seen of her powers, she has little to worry about from anyone except the Singularity itself.

He approaches his brother but stops a few feet away, just far enough that neither of them could hit each other with their wings if this turns ugly. Standard archangel personal space.

"I don't believe that for a moment," he says. This is Lucifer, after all, and the day his little brother stops manipulating others for kicks is the same day he dies and stays dead. "And this is not a game, this is you invading my domain. Though you did always manage to derive amusement from that sort of thing."

His eyes narrow, though his expression is more evaluating than it is unhappiness or aggression. On closer inspection, this is not his brother as he remembers him. It's more than the threadbare grace. Lucifer is a shade too young—too early.

"How long have you been here?"

Lucifer can't reside in Solvunn. Michael is sure he would have noticed him by now. He must be from one of the other zones, and Michael doesn't have eyes or ears in either Thorne or the Free Cities.
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[personal profile] thedevilwhorose 2022-10-21 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
"No. No, no, no," Lucifer says, holding up an unsteady finger and pacing back a step. There's a desperation about him. A fuse so close to being lit. "You're not here." It's Lucifer--and Gabe--that were always the tricksters. Not Michael. Michael wouldn't even understand how.

And it's all in the use of the word 'domain.'

Lucifer laughs. It wheezes a little on the edges. His stance is wrong and off-balance before he manages to teeter back into place, teeth flashing, eyes enraged, "And your domain is my Cage!" the disbelief is thunderous in his tone. "Of course. Of course. Like I'm really going to believe this again!"

(And like a broken record, his whispered thoughts: the diner. So out of place, it's literally out of mind. Lucifer may as well be ignoring that it exists in this space at all.)
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[personal profile] a_better_man 2022-10-21 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh thank the Light!"

Mat utters the gratitude breathlessly before flinging his arms around Rhy without further talk. He's awake! Freed from...whatever had held him in some other plane. There's one wrong set to right, at least. He grips Rhy tightly, just glad he's among the waking once more. Perhaps in the grand scheme of things it's not much, but to Mat in this moment it means everything.

And he imagines to Rhy, as well. The places Mat's seen...they weren't pleasant places at all.

"Fuck but I've been worried."
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viktor | death | cadens | koth

[personal profile] techmaturgy 2022-10-21 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
i. cadens (affliction)
[Strange dreams are increasingly common, Viktor has found, so he doesn’t give this particular instance much thought. Work doesn’t stop for it, anyway, and for someone like Viktor, used to compartmentalizing, it’s easy enough to brush off. Besides, whenever the Singularity chooses to inflict something on them, there’s no real avoiding any of it. Though he knows the dream must be a harbinger of something, it’s a few days before he starts to realize that something is wrong.

Viktor tries to go about his activities as usual, even as the locals keep their distance from him and he hears whispers of the dead walking once more. Since he never ventures out into the badlands, it’s easy to dismiss it as superstition until reports start coming in from Libertas. He can’t exactly go and fight, nor does he have a scientific solution for the literal walking dead, but Viktor tries to work regardless. It’s all he knows how to do.

Visitors to his and Jayce’s workspace might find things in increased disarray as time goes on. Viktor himself either hunches over his various projects and notes or stares despondently at his blackboard. If you’re passing by at the right moment, it’s possible to hear or see some kind of outburst—the clattering of equipment, the slamming of a door, or even the shattering of something that spills out into the street from the open bay door of the shop. The culprit himself does not seem contrite, and may even lash out, if someone tries to look at him sideways for it.
]

We’re closed.

[Not that you were asking, or anything.]
ii. horizon (visitation)
[Something is wrong in this domain. Where one might usually ascend the wall to the laboratory facilities in the tower, it seems now that the only way an unsuspecting visitor can go is down. Rio, wherever she is, declines to make an appearance.

Some outside force gains more and more control over his domain, or maybe it’s been here the whole time. It inches up from the fissures below, sending tendrils out like creeping vines, criss-crossing fractal webbing with a strange organic quality that only grows worse the deeper one goes into the caves, until it gives way to a complete structural breakdown. If Viktor’s there, he seems entirely enraptured by it—to the point where he might need to be shaken out of it. If he finds you there, instead, he seems alarmed.

Either way, his response is the same.
]

What is this?
iii. horizon (ensnared)
[When the Horizon drags him to an unfamiliar scene outside of his own domain, Viktor manages to be a little more cogent. It’s hard not to be, when this is like nothing he’s ever seen before. No matter where he ends up, he doesn’t seem cut out for it, though of course some of these scenarios are more dire than others.

The level of panic is entirely dependent on the environment—Viktor doesn’t take the mountain very well, for example—but regardless of the scene in which he finds himself trapped, he calls out to the first (possibly) friendly face he sees with some urgency.
]

Hold on—wait—!

[In ordinary circumstances, he might make some Horizon-born effort to mitigate his own physical limitations—that doesn’t seem to be working right now (or, at least, it’s not at the forefront of his mind). He’s clearly struggling, but he isn’t going to let that stop him. Safety in numbers, after all. ]
iv. wildcard
[hello! plotting post is here. happy to do custom starters for anything/everything. Hit me up on plurk at [plurk.com profile] whitticus!]
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[personal profile] aquilus 2022-10-21 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
[He does not know what a movie is, but the following words provide enough context for him to get the gist. Stories, fiction - but oddly prescient fiction, it seems.]

Much that shouldn't, has. [His gaze darts around, watching out for any of the dead who might attempt a flank, if they're smart enough.] These 'movies' - did they offer any advice we could make use of?
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[personal profile] familysucks 2022-10-21 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
There's a moment of hesitation before he answers, an expression that might almost be uncertainty crossing his features. It's not that he seeks to hide what he is. The opportunity for that has most definitely passed. Rather, it's a question of word choice. 'Divine' is something he'd usually reserve for God and Him alone. The relationship between him and his Father has never been so strained, however, and he was viceroy of Heaven for long enough, wasn't he?

It's close enough.

"Michael. I'm an archangel, if that's what you're asking. Who exactly is"—he pauses for a moment and tilts his head, remembering and trying to parse the words of staticky prayer that wasn't intended for him—"Sankt Demyan?"

He's familiar with all the major Saints, or at least all of the ones likely to receive directed prayer in his own world, but Demyan doesn't ring a bell.
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[personal profile] familysucks 2022-10-21 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
He is beginning to get the sense that this will not be a productive conversation between the two of them, but that's been par for the course for millennia now.

The sight of Lucifer so close to losing it should inspire fear—but this is his little brother. No matter how ruthless or deadly Lucifer may be, Michael is incapable of fearing him. The attitude is enough, however, to inspire a familiar irritation he never thought he'd have to deal with again.

Michael crosses his arms and scowls at him.

By Lucifer's timeline of two or so years ago, he would still have been in Hell. It's easy to dismiss the 'again' in Lucifer's words as nothing more than him not wanting to repeat their shared captivity. Michael's not thrilled with the prospect, either. Lucky enough for them, the cage they're in now isn't much of a trap.

"Oh? Where should I be, then? Still inside your Cage? Better make up your mind about that."

He can be mad that Michael isn't in the Cage, or he can be mad that Michael is in (a facsimile of) the Cage. Not both. Either way, there's more to his domain than Lucifer's former prison cell.

"It's usually more extensive, but you'll notice the Horizon isn't behaving as it should. You should know more about that than most."
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[personal profile] thedevilwhorose 2022-10-21 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
"That's exactly where you should be," he grumbles, but it's barely in response to Michael, unwilling to truly hold a conversation.

It's the continued talk of the Horizon that is chipping away at Lucifer's belief that this is a delusion. Maybe the continued talk in general, as his entity the last time was only stuck in--as Lucifer realized long after--a fixed script.

He brushes a hand back over his head and breathes deeper and has to wonder if going along with this was giving in. If it was just going to slap him in the face later.

But...

'Michael is here. He arrived in the last Summoning.'

He drops his hand and doesn't quite look at Michael.

"She's going to give me a hard time about this, I just know it," Lucifer mutters. And then, finally, he makes eye contact with his brother, a strange smirk on his face. "So, you're in Solvunn."
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[personal profile] familysucks 2022-10-21 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
First Lucifer doesn't believe he's present at all, and now he knows exactly where he is. If it weren't for the full-grown tree up his ass everyone's always talking about keeping him rigid, Michael might get whiplash.

Instead he straightens up, letting his arms drop back to his sides.

He should be used to Lucifer knowing more than expected. Back home he'd had a legion of demons—devious, underhanded creatures that always managed to get a hold of things they shouldn't—feeding him information. But Michael is used to being a little more well-informed himself, and he hasn't heard even one syllable of Lucifer's name come up.

"How do you know that?"

There's no point in denying it. Now that Lucifer knows he's here, he'd only need to ask around to find out which faction had dragged him in. Not that he imagines there's much Lucifer can do with that information.
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[personal profile] stations 2022-10-21 09:44 am (UTC)(link)
( It works. The last time he got slapped in the face was by his foster mother, and it has always been a sensation that stops him cold no matter what he's doing. It hits too close to home, too close to the reason he developed this defense mechanism in the first place.

He blinks. The clouds above them dissipate.

He's on the floor. He doesn't remember how he got here. He doesn't know why he's here.

Kyle's on top of him, pinning him down.
)

Hey, um, Kyle? ( He starts calmly, giving one wrist a gentle wiggle beneath his hand. Equally as mildly: ) Quick question- what the fuck are you doing?
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[personal profile] carmesi 2022-10-21 12:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[nothing like this—so it's not coming from him? wanda frowns, turning her gaze back at him. she may not be getting any kind of read on the humming itself much as she tries, but she's definitely getting something from him: hesitation, wariness.

has she met him before?

wanda keeps hands to herself, crosses them at the elbows and keeps her hands firmly on them.]


I haven't been there yet. I tried to, but ended up here.

[—and was then distracted by the shaking and this humming.]

But I've never heard of someone's Horizon domain being affected without their own emotional input, unconsciously or otherwise. Are you sure you're not doing this?
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[personal profile] carmesi 2022-10-21 01:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[there is much they could talk about out here, but wanda reckons it's better to get out of the cold first. she had put together this cabin for a reason, and so she nods, turning her eyes away and starting to short trek up towards it. the door opens easily with her touch, a mix of the horizon's creation of magic and her own chaos magic, keeping everything steady at the seams.

it's warm, either way, a fire already burning in the fireplace, casting an orange glow, keeping the cold away.

inside here, in this small, tiny hex of hers, the sight of claude's dead body disappears—displaced instead by an illusion of things as they should be: normal and alive. wanda draws closer towards the fireplace, finally looking at claude and meeting his green eyes.]


It must be the Singularity. It feels — different, though. [she isn't sure.] This space, I mean.

[it's definitely the horizon, as they've known it, but something just feels slightly off, just slightly different.]
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[personal profile] carmesi 2022-10-21 02:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[it's just them, and this growing, gaping darkness that becomes all-consuming. what is there to say? he doesn't want pity, he doesn't want help—doesn't need it—and wanda knows very well that he can handle himself just fine.

but how long until the world weighs too heavy for his back?

wanda tries to leave, but finds that she can't, and her eyes open to see his silhouette in black, the stiff conflict in the joints and the seams, muscles tense; any other time, a sense of comfort could be found with it all, but right now? it could be so easy to break.]


I've never pitied you.

[—because if he's angry at her, he should be angry for the right reasons. because she's technically a criminal, a murderer, a crazy witch with too much power to know what to do with it.

think her unhinged, think her emotional, but never, never

why won't this space in the horizon let them go? her magic draws like tendrils below her, onto the floor, but it finds no place to go.]


I thought — that we —

[understood each other?]
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[personal profile] catholica 2022-10-21 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Cut their heads off.

( which would effectively kill them but he doesn't know if these things follow those rules.

he winces, listening to a squelching sound from nearby that signals something's happened. matt curls his hands into fists and reaches down, picking up some dirt to rub into them to give him a better grip. )


You might have more luck with that than me.
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iii, labyrinth

[personal profile] cryptsleeper 2022-10-21 06:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes Viktor, that's the problem!

[Alucard is fine. He is keeping himself calm and level and not panicking that there are vines dripping a sickening black sludge emerging from the ground below, trying to hold him fast. Floating has already stretched them thin, and Alucard is shameless in trying to accelerate.

Except that doesn't seem to do the trick.]


Tell me you have something sharp on you.
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[personal profile] assembles 2022-10-21 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ As soon as Steve had heard rumors about the Cadens graveyard and creatures reanimating in the desert, he'd known that something had to be done. The people of the Free Cities have already been through so much. The last thing they need is more senseless death, more blood spilled for no reason.

Of course, his thoughts instantly go to Libertas. That's where there's going to be a large congregation of the recently dead, and it's also the city that's most vulnerable right now.

This all seems to be connected to that vivid dream the Summoned shared, as well as whatever's been happening to them. It's different from the nightmares they experienced some months ago, with direct effects on the land and people around them starting almost right away.

It doesn't seem like they ever get a break around here, but that's just the same as back home, isn't it?

When it comes to experience with the undead, Steve and Matt are more or less in the same boat. Steve tries not to think about how these mindless creatures were flesh-and-blood, sentient humans not so long ago. It both helps and hurts that sometimes their faces distort into other creatures, other people: whether it's the Chitauri, one of the aliens from Thanos' army, or even the decayed faces of dead friends.

As Steve moves through the ghost town that is the destroyed part of Libertas, it doesn't take long for him to pinpoint the hot spots, the areas where there's a lot of action. When he hears the telltale noises of a scuffle, he turns a corner around ruined buildings to find someone taking on a whole group of undead alone.

At first, the face he sees is wrong. It's the blood-red, skeletal face of Johann Schmidt. Steve knows his eyes are playing tricks on him, and so he forces himself forward to jump into the fray all the same. He leaps into position and slams his shield (not one from home, but one made for him here) into the neck of one of the zombies, knocking it to the ground. ]
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[personal profile] philancer 2022-10-21 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ They're already surrounded by enough dead things, apparently, that gallows humor still probably counts. ]

Well. If it helps, they seem to be easily distracted by the closest living thing around them. Maybe if we just make sure that's us...?

[ It couldn't hurt to try, right? Not that Sylvain's a stranger to playing bait. Typically that is part of his normal role on a battlefield. Even if he's still really missing his damn plate mail right now. ]
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[personal profile] philancer 2022-10-21 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's quick to shake his head in denial. ]

Nah. I'm not sure this is anyone's domain, if I'm honest. Or if it is, I have severe concerns about their mental state. [ On second thought, he wouldn't put it past Claude to have a damn puzzle on the brain all the time so... nevermind, he rests his case. ]

The Horizon has been distinctly uncooperative the past couple of days. But I think we have a better chance of getting out of here with two brains working at it rather than one, so I'm still very grateful you're here. [ He offers her a crooked grin, even if there's something tired in his gaze. ]
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[personal profile] ordinar 2022-10-21 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Haunted — it's something like that, except the ghosts are just broken off pieces of himself. Strangely, knowing that the same thing is happening to Inej brings a faint ray of comfort. Not that he's happy for her torment, but it means that somebody else understands. The careful weight of her hand pulls his focus there, on the point of their connection. He releases a sigh.

"I know it's not real. That doesn't make it any less annoying."

Though Inej hardly seems in need of reassurance, he gives her hand a squeeze. She's a little bit like the walls surrounding them, solidly unbreachable, but maybe there are cracks he just can't see.
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[personal profile] gynvael 2022-10-21 08:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Wait. Nero knows these creatures? Geralt frowns, sidestepping the rush of ice piercing the rocks over his shoulder. He gives a soft irritated sound: the opposite of Nero's enthusiasm for a fight. (Is he going to have to listen to every damn pun from the boy?)

At least one of them is having a good time.

He twirls his sword, glad it spawned right for once. If Nero is confident they can be faced down, he isn't concerned. They're still in the Horizon after all. Half of the outcome is born from their minds. He lets Nero take the two left, claims the third to his right. Practicality, more than anything: he understands full well that between the two of them, Nero's got the upper hand in both experience and ability to absorb damage where these things are concerned.

He heats his blade, the steel glowing red-hot, a split second before the frost knight charges. He waits, holds, then slides along the thick powdered snow, sinking the tip of his blade from underneath and slicing across. It sends the monster stumbling—grasping the sword buried inside it before he can free it from where it's embedded. Ice crackles, frosting, turning the steel cold. Then it shatters in a way that should be impossible, spraying the air with shards of ice.

Ah. Fuck. ]
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[personal profile] catholica 2022-10-21 09:13 pm (UTC)(link)
You thought what you wanted to think, what made you...feel better.

( hard, biting words meant to hurt, meant to tell her exactly what he thinks when they're really the furthest from it.

but there's a blackness in the pit of his stomach and its taking over. his breath is ragged, rough. )


What absolved you of what you've done and what you will do.
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[personal profile] funbreaker 2022-10-21 09:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ After the adventures that Thancred has been made to go on each and every time that he's entered the Horizon as of late, he's starting to regret ever coming here. It seems like almost any time that he decides to use the Horizon as an escape of sorts from the problems plaguing the waking world, it ends up being a terrible decision.

Besides, if he thinks about it for a moment, it makes sense. Their afflictions seem to derive from the old gods that Himeka and her Solvunn friends prodded into wakefulness. Not that he's blaming them, exactly, there was no way to know this is what would come of their sacrifices, but—

If something affects the Summoned while awake, it's bound to also distort the Horizon in some way.

Which is how he ends up appearing not on the solid ground of another's Horizon (he would have been annoyed, but willing to put up with that), but about five yalms above it. Thancred has little time to do anything more than let out a startled yell before gravity takes hold and he falls straight down. Yet instead of landing on concrete, it's Nero's van that breaks his fall.

Thancred's expecting his landing to hurt much more than it does. The material he falls onto dents and bends under his weight, and while it's still painful, he's had worse.

For now, at least, he's oblivious to whose domain this is (or the fact that Nero is in the van itself) as he groans and rolls onto his back on the van's roof. He spreads out his limbs and stares up at the cloudy sky above, heaving out a sigh.

What did he do to deserve this? ]
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i went with the dog version instead of her skeleton form, if that's ok!

[personal profile] ushiri 2022-10-21 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He considers the question, lowering his gaze for a second as he seems to go inward. There's no magic to what he's doing, simply internal reflection, and a kind of certainty when after a moment he says: ]

No. I don't think so. [ Whatever is causing the shaking feels like it's below where his domain actual exists. Another pause, then: ] You said you ended up here, first? I was thrown somewhere else first too -

[ As if summoned by that specific thought, something shifts from behind the tree, as though it wasn't there until just this second. A dog, similar to a yellow lab with bright golden eyes walks into view, tail tucked between its legs as it looks at Wanda. This is a creation, tethered to him very noticeably by any kind of other sight. There's something child-like about her rather than beast-like, a quiet intelligence he's manifested in her, as if she's something-someone else wearing a dog's skin. ]

- she came back with me. [ Not literally. But he'd seen her in that strange world with the ooze climbing up the structures, and now she is here too.

The dog approaches warily, sniffing at Wanda's legs. ]

[personal profile] lackingtalent 2022-10-21 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ah, how wonderful! The young man before him does understand!

...Or at least partially seems to. For Hythlodaeus, quite used to scenarios just like this- it is a start. And an indication that he speaks to the one that makes the laws of which this Horizon abides. Therefore, Claude wished otherwise- this start would become full understanding in a matter of moments.

Oh, but the youth does look puzzled. He smiles- about as well as an utterly faceless man can smile (which isn't well, incidentally.) and he stoops downward, resting his shrouded hands upon where his knees should be, leaning downward.
]

Y̸̧͍͔͉̖̻̠̜̒̆̈́̈́͠͠ė̸͍̬̺̭͚̘͎̀̇̐s̶͎̬̗̪̾,̶̣̬̼̤͕̹̔̃ ̴͙͎̫̰́͛precisely.̴͎͎̳͚̔͜ ̶͉͕̦̲̦̠͚͓̇̾̌̑͊̋͆
̴̩͗̈̏̇̔̊͂
̸̡̞̻̥̱͕͈̤̝̹͊̿̿̂̈́T̸͚͔͙̩̈̏̍̏͆ͅh̸̨͎͎̗̉̏͛̚̚͝ó̸͓̱͈̱͙̮̫̏ù̴͔͓̺̊̃g̴̬̻̣̳͕̅̈́͘͝h̵͚̳̱̙̜̺͕̘͑͑̓ ̴̻̜̋̒̈́̑̍́̐̕b̶̛̞͕̼͈̯̻̈́͂̇̽y̷̢̢̭̦͍̞̹̥͑̄ ̵̺̹̬̓͊̾͆͂͌t̸̡̪̫̱̘̤̀̀͊̅͋͑h̸̪̩̩̦͔̦̦̬́͂e̷͓̅͗̏̅̇̈͠ ̶̧̱̻̣̜̜̂̅̍͂͒͂̆b̴̼̬̟͍̺̗̆ý̴̪͔̭͇̜̣̫̎̓̅͐,̷̰̩͙͂̇͆̇͝ ̴̢̡̛̜̟̖̦͈͚́̂̏̐́̈̏̓̀ͅe̴͓̙͇͇̭̻̜̜̜͋́̓̿̏̔̃̋̕͜v̵̝̥̰̹͕̙̼͔̣̾e̵̝͌̂͌̚͘n̷̜̼̊́̆̑̈̔̅̚ ̶͓̰͓̥̺̬͕̌w̶̡̜̙̲͓̟̯̫̗͛́͜e̴̢̢̝̗̟̫̒̊ŗ̴̧̘̦̲̜̜͇͐̑͊͊͘͝ȅ̷̦͉̬̥̭̟͜͠ ̵̧̛̘̯͖͖̙́̌̓͊̇͒I̴̪̣̙͇̿̇̇̑͒͑̐̃̒ ̸̤͖͕̞̅̆͝͝ͅnot-̷̙̰̮̩͋̒̿̑̓̋̅̍͌͠ ̴͈͉̥̰̪̮̘̭̀̊͒͌̈́̄̽̔̕͠I̴̢̧͉͎̖͔̖͈̊̿'̵̨̜̼̗͂͐d̵̢͙̜̻̞̂́̈́͗̅̆͒̕͜ ̵͉͕̣͇̗͊̈̈̀͆̋n̸̛̳̱͕̒̇̑̒̀̓̒̅͜͝ơ̴̧̞͖̩͌̄̎ẗ̷̻̦́̉̐̌͗̅̏̔͠ ̴̢͎̩̻͎̞̮̓́̈́wish harm ̶̠̯̠̳̥͗̄͛̈́̿̂̾͠ǘ̶̗̂̕p̸̢̮͉͖͈͌̊̊̾̑̋̃̐̽̎ò̴̱̰͈̮̙̞͇͕́̀͂͆̉̾̕n̷̬̙͚̦̎̒̍̓ ̷̢͇̲̮̪̼͕̜͈̋͛̉̀̑̚̕͝͝ͅanyone.̸̢̧͖̲͔̹̝̭̋ ̶̗̹̝̮̯͎͈̫̼͕̓͐͐̌̅̐͝Ȟ̸̬͌e̸̼͕̠̺̓̆̈͝n̶̠̭̪̞̯̫͍̐̐c̴̛͖̣͈̺̳̺͚͆̀̅̚͠ḙ̷̤̱̜̜̮̯͓͓͓̌́ ̷̝͓̖̳̭̈́͆́͌̀͛̃̉͘b̸̭̙̻̗̲̣̐́̅̎̃̉̽ḛ̴̬̝̥́ȉ̷̘̼̣̰̺͚͍̱͇͇̃͒̔̊̄̈́̽n̸̝̠͕͖͙̈́͐̑̀͌̆͂ḡ̶͖͉͆̽̎ ̶̮͉̳̙̣͓̺̼̐̋h̴̩͙̖̘̣̊̿͠ë̴̬̻̥̙͇̫̩́ͅr̶̳̈́e̷͕̖̭̯͉̩̔̎̋̄́̏̕.̴̧͙̰̤͕̦̚͜.̵̞̱̩̘͓̼̥͑.̷̡͈̪̭̼̃̋̅͒́͝


[He shakes his head, his words ceasing. When he begins again, should Claude allow it, they're much easier to understand.]

Forgive ̶̫͕̠̳̜͒̄̍̀̃̌̓̒͠͝m̸̧̥̭͇̋̉̈̂̈́̌́͜͠e̵͚̫̼̖̜̬̼͇͍̒̆͜͝,̴̧̨̢͙̥͈͌̄͘͜ͅ ̵̢̛̺̪̘̻̱͙̻̔̏̃a̶̺̎̏̆̾̇̀͊̓͆̇l̴̬̬̦͈̩̟͋̈́͛̓͠ļ̶̢̜̝͈̘̤̯̄̐̂͆͗̽̋̅̚͜͠o̶̧̲̩͕͇̦̫̊̈́͜͝w̶̨̪̙̙̓̊̾͛̕ ̶̞̲̫̾͋͗͊͌̍me to ̸̢̡̻̬̦̮̥̗͒̈͛explain properly.̵̼̤̜̗̟̆̋͂̃͊͊̀̋ ̷̡̩͖͚̮̙͕̑͂̂̊̈́̆̚Î̴̛̦̜̼͎̟́͂͛̽̄̚̚͝'̸̨̭̣̥̋͐̅̔͐͆̂d̵̳͇̀̑̔ ̸̹̅̀̈́̍a̶̧͍̝̘̓̓̾̔͜t̶̛͓̻̖̮̜͓̕t̵̨̜̲̄ë̶̼͉̳̞̬́̈́̋́̓̉́̕̚m̷͉̳̟͍̝͔̟͇͆̾̎̈́̍̈͗̋͠͝ṗ̴̢̛̪͖̠̞͚͉̽͑͆̈͒̿̆̊ţ̵̨̢͔̬̈́̏̒͋̒͌͑̈́̄̈e̷̹͘͝d̵͕̳͌̇͊̇̂ ̶̹̣̲̖̑́ṱ̷̨͇̻̪͓͎̟͖̅͐̇̾ǒ̶̧͉͉̯̥̠̼̲ͅ ̸̨̧̪͇̫̲̤̪̩̾̈͐̈́̄͑͜f̴̣͖̹̥̝̖̊̒̓̾̇̾̈́͑̇i̷̡͗̇̽͌͆̿n̸̡̡̡̳͎͉̪͙̅̇̿d̴͚͗̍̇ ̶̛͔̥̅͝my own ̸̻̙̻̅̔Horizon.̸̡̠́̃͌͊̈͒́̓̕͘.̵̦͇̬͔̰̘̯͚̀̑̀.̷̨̢̛̬͚̖̙͇̭͍̈́̉̊̎͑͠ ̴̟̺̯̉̓͛͋́̀i̶̛̤̪̱̓̔n̸͉̫̪̞̳͉̹͆̀͌̇̕ ̵͎̤̟̩̯̻̟͍̉͝t̴͇̬̭͔̙͈̫͇͗̿̐͗h̶̜̳̙̹͈̺͋̓̔̎̾̐͊̃͘͝ȩ̷̋̃̂́̈́̉ ̵͖̮̩̻̪͕̓͊hope ̸̡͉̞͙̺͕̥̦͑̇́͐̈̓̅̉̓͝ͅo̴̘̭͓̠̗̥̐̆͑f̶̣̽̾ ̷̡͉̠̺́̎̐͝waiting there.̵̬̺͕͍̝̰͇̖͍͇̐̾̿́̽̅̈́ ̵̞̟̞͈͖̪̤̐Something is amiss.̸̡͖̗͓̫̆̐͒͌̀ͅ ̶̧̛̬̪͍͇̥͍̤̥̤͐̿́͌̀͘͝Ą̷̟̩̟͙͔͔͚̣͚̓̽̾̃ñ̸̳̮̼̘͑̒̈́̏̚͝͝d̷̝̺̠̔̎̓͛̏̚ ̶̢̛̥͉̯̗́ỳ̷̡̡̬̦̠̤͖͚̝̙̈̆̇̎͝ȇ̵̝̖͌̐͊̄͌̐̀͆̋t̵̺͍̪̱̘͎̂̍̋͂͊̂̆͊̐ͅ.̶̙̗̥̀͐.̵͇͎̱̬̦̈̌̊̎̇̎͠.̴̡͕͕̩͖͈̘͚̲̍́͑ͅ ̴͚̥͓̣̗̝͆I am lost.̵̩͚͍̹̠̣̑͌̔̆̌̈́̈͘ ̷̨̡̟̟͖̹͎͕̒̋̇͛̓͝Ï̶̦̗̺̹̪̫̤ ̸̢̮̱͉͉͙̦̰̩͌̌̉̈̿̉͝f̶̥̳̱̲̯͖̺̜̦̋͒̀̀i̶̧̠̙̬̤̺͓͍̋n̶̠͗̏̒̉͂͘ḋ̷̡̛͈̖͙̰̲̟̳̠̃͑́̌̌̾̚͜ ̷̢͕̤͖̮̟̪̗͛̂͊̂ͅm̵̧̢̻͓̞̦̬̈́́y̸̡̡̧̘͎̖̠͇͍̬̅ş̵̍̎̂̏̉͒̎̔e̶̢̞̥̳̤̣̥͈̲̐̋̓́͐l̴̬̟̋͒̑͂̔̓͠f̶̢̨͕̝̲͓͈͔̅̍ ̵͇̹̝̐̿̓̒͒͒͌Returning here.̷̳̗̄̄̄Over and over.

[And finally...]


...How disconcerting...
Edited 2022-10-21 23:00 (UTC)
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[personal profile] thedevilwhorose 2022-10-21 11:13 pm (UTC)(link)
For as much as he's settling quickly into his usual cloak of confidence--Michael will be able to tell that it's not quite right.

"A little bird told me," he says, pacing the edge of the room. He stops at a table and nudges at one of the small old-school shakers and nudges it right off the floor to shatter. He glances back at Michael. "Though I will admit," because he doesn't really think he'll be able to hide it, "I wasn't expecting it to be this version of you."