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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] harmonian 2022-10-30 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
Sasarai doesn't respond to the middle finger. He's not sure what the gesture means, but he suspects it's intended to be rude. Somehow he doesn't have it in him to feel offended.

He watches Ronan stand and shakes his head in response to the question.

"No, the only thing I've been seeing in mirrors is my face."

Which isn't a lie, but not the whole truth. The problem, he thinks to himself, is that he is not the only one with his face. Sometimes he'd swear that he sees his twin brother staring back at him from his own reflection.

Sasarai's brow furrows.

"Ronan, what are you seeing?"

His tone is more serious and thoughtful now.
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[personal profile] satanicpanics 2022-10-30 02:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ He feels utterly useless, standing here ready to jump out of his skin, assigned rune holder while Wanda does all the real work. It isn’t that he doesn’t want to help; he desperately wants to help, but he finds himself lacking in any sort of useful skills. It feels like he’s been left in the dust by his fellowed Summoned. Even Steve has his whole baseball bat thing going on, and what does Eddie have? Jokes and music, and those only go so far.

Just like last time, those nasty whispers remind him, somehow knowing exactly which comments are really going to hurt the hardest. You didn’t really help then either, did you?

He reaches up to swat the voices away again, but Wanda takes his hand first. That gives him the ounce of courage he needs. He takes a deep breath and nods, reminding himself that this is fine. He’s not a lost cause. He’s still trying, and he can try even harder when this is all over.
]

Yeah, uh...not much. Just what they are, basically. Sorry, I know I’m about as useful as a one legged man in an ass-kicking competition here.
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[personal profile] hextechhead 2022-10-30 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ Jayce sees that grin and he can't help but smile back. He understands. Viktor can be infuriating when he is convinced he is right, even if he's wrong. ]

I will, but he really digs his heels in sometimes. He's more likely to say we're both wrong and come around eventually, very reluctantly, when he convinces himself.

[ He chuckles but even when talking about something so ridiculous, there is so much affection in him when he talks about Viktor, even his flaws. Especially his flaws. ]

It's difficult for him, relying on other people to help him. He appreciates it, but it still sticks in his throat.
righteously: (¹⁵ I ɢᴇᴛ ᴛʜɪs ғᴇᴇʟɪɴ' I ᴍᴀʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ)

[personal profile] righteously 2022-10-30 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
Color him two for two with being taken aback by first reactions here in about as many damn minutes. The answer to Geralt's question is probably immediately obvious on his face before he even glances at the guy — when he does, he flashes a telegraphed I have no idea, this is new.

Between Jo experiencing her death (again?) to the things he's been seeing, the way he's been feeling, now this? The idea sparks, and he flings out quickly.

"This place is messing with our heads," followed by a gently placating palm out toward Ciri. "Take it easy, kiddo, you're okay-"

Like that's gonna help. Maybe with a civilian it might've.
stations: (ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴏᴏʀ ᴍᴀɴ's ғʟᴀᴍᴇᴛʜʀᴏᴡᴇʀ)

[personal profile] stations 2022-10-30 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
( He notices the screens before he notices the angel — it's the flashing that catches his attention.

Huh. That's not mine.

He puzzles over it for all of two seconds before he decides it probably doesn't matter, and that he has no way of figuring it out so there's no point dwelling on it.

The moment he dismisses it is the moment that cringe-inducing voice pipes up in the background.

It seems Jack has passed the freaking out stage of their relationship, because all he does is heave a sigh.

This fucking guy.
)

The televisions? No. Those were here when I got here. ( He holds up the controller. ) This, yes. It won't let me leave and I got... bored. Wait, why am I explaining myself to you? What do you want? Why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be, like, all-powerful or whatever?

( Which means the smarter move would've been to ask for help leaving, but... man, he really hates this guy. As of right now, kneejerk impulse, it's outweighing how much he hates it here. The ratio's bound to flip once the surprise wears off. )
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[personal profile] gynvael 2022-10-30 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ Isn't he? Geralt looks back at Jaskier. For the first time, he cannot explain what's truly happening. Not in any way that makes sense. He does not feel cursed, this is not how curses work, and yet something has undeniably infected his heart. His head.

But he just. He just wants to find Julie. That's where his focus has narrowed down; it's too fucking much to think about everything else. ]


I've looked everywhere. I've walked the Horizon twice. [ This space is not large. If she's here, he'd have found her. And she isn't replying to his messages. ] I thought...

[ This will sound absurd. A far fetched hope. It's all he has. ]

I need you to come with me to the Singularity. To see what you hear when you touch it.
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[personal profile] stations 2022-10-30 04:59 am (UTC)(link)
I wouldn't-

( He cautions, just to be cut off abruptly by the sound of Rhy's fist hitting the television. The glass cracks, the picture fizzles and turns to snow, and for a moment it might seem like the problem is solved.

Except Jack sighs, and should Rhys so much as glance away, the moment he looks back the screen will be fully intact and playing the same scene.
)

I already tried that. Also unplugging them, turning them around backwards, taking them apart, pretty much anything you can think of. They just go right back to being...

( Gesture. )

That.

( Suffice it to say, no, these definitely aren't his. )
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[personal profile] magicalarchaeologist 2022-10-30 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
"It's okay, I was looking up information about the Feywilds, not that there is much." Istredd has been trying to get to the bottom of what is in that section since he visited Nocwich, and he got a few details, but nothing concrete. Typical him to not be satisfied knowing all the other parts of the continent when he can know everything about it. There's never enough information. He is curious about other relationships to the Singularity and old gods.

"Alright, see you in there." It is better now for Istredd to lie on his bed and get into the Horizon. In case he gets stuck in there, he'd rather be in a comfortable position for hours. He's probably going to feel the ache from earlier.

This time Istredd does manage to wake up in his domain, maybe he just got lucky or he was focused enough to narrow in on it. He'll worry about the Singularity later. The domain does look different though; it's darker in there, the lights he created for the library dimmed. Many books and shelves are simply crashed to the ground. These are easy fixes for him to worry about later, but it's strange.

He's in there waiting for Lucifer when it happens for the first time for him; abruptly, suddenly, his domain hums and shakes. Istredd's genuinely shocked as the ground moves under him and he can feel something off, something below somehow.
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[personal profile] cointosser 2022-10-30 05:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Focusing on one, certain thing is a rather good call. Because if he doesn't focus on something, his thoughts will return to what he'd seen. (As they already are at the back of his mind. Rich blood. Slick organs.) Jaskier's hand pull away from Geralt and wrap around his stomach, slightly bent over them. If he lets his thoughts linger there, the ghost of the pain returns --

Julie. It suddenly feels urgent to find her. Not because he thinks it so strange she cannot be found -- there's plenty of places to be in all the domains' nooks and crannies -- but because Geralt is... worried.

And that is quite rare.]


What? [He takes a step back, frowning at Geralt now. What on earth?] Why do you want to go to the Singularity? You know I don't go there. I -- [Not that he's afraid of it. (All right. He is. In awe of it, but afraid of it, too.)] And you want me to touch it? Are you mad? Why don't you touch it if you're so curious!
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A.

[personal profile] magicalarchaeologist 2022-10-30 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
Istredd keeps being teleported to different locations in the Horizon which has become frustrating, especially as he is still trying to figure out what about his domain is being set off. He has only felt one other domain that shakes and hums like his, but there are no obvious answers. The monolith is so easy to see from anywhere but times like now no matter how close he tries to get to it, it seems far away. It could be that the minds in the Horizon are reaching to him too; there's a lot of white noise here for him.

Everything changes when he finds himself in Wanda's domain. He knows immediately it's hers; he can feel her. Their psychic bond gets stronger each time they talk and share, and in a way, that is why this space ends up feeling so much more out of control for him. He twists and turns as the red boxes form around him, mists surrounding as he stumbles back, trying to get a grip on the area around him.

He pulls a psychic shield tightly around himself, considering Wanda's power it is necessary in this place, and he manages to breathe through the bizarre shifting of the fake world they are in. Istredd comes closer to where a reflection is and sees her face, fractured. Unlike most people though, when he sees that he simply reaches toward her essence, through the glass and to the energy glowing within.

Wanda!

His light vibrates a pale blue, similar to his eyes in color, shielding around him as he pushes through the chaos. He knows he can find her. He climbs through the reflection and follows, blue light chasing the red.

Focus, come back to me.
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B. coming at you fast

[personal profile] hextechhead 2022-10-30 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
Jayce really should have known better than to come back in here after the time he and Viktor were lost in a labyrinth, but he wants to check on Rio and see if anyone in there needs to connect. There are also times when he is struggling so much with his emotions that he has to go to the rage room and destroy some things, which he can't do easily in Cadens. He is doing exactly that when he blinks and finds himself somewhere new. A forest? This is the second forest he's shown up in, after Alucard, but this is far more unsettling.

It is pitch dark in there and he murmurs an illumination spell that quickly brightens the area right around him. Not that he technically needs to do magic here, he would simply make it work, but it isn't domain. Jayce frowns and tries to look around, get a sense of if this is a real domain or another labyrinth in disguise. It's dark but he starts to think he can recognize where he is now. Wanda is the person he associates the most with the woods. Could this be hers?

He nervously moves through, pausing in the structures, uncertain of where he's even going. This is definitely creepy. Jayce hurries with his light glowing, but it probably is what brings down attention to him. One ghoul crashes down on him, a shock to the system as he instinctively creates his hammer to block the attack. It glows in its own way in the dark, a vivid sparking electrical blue. He pushes it back and a second one arrives, doing the same as long as he can.

"Help!" There is honestly nothing else he can think of to do.
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[personal profile] gynvael 2022-10-30 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ A surge of frustration fills him. It isn't directed at Jaskier, not really. It's him. The unsteadiness. That feeling as though everything is hopeless.

He takes a deep breath. ]


You know I'm not the same. I'm a Witcher. [ He's forged through magic. Built in a way where certain magicks can't penetrate. Jaskier is the only choice. He realizes it's a risk. Nothing happened to Julie when she visited it, that he knows of, but she has only approached it while it was stable. Right now, it is not. He's asking a lot of Jaskier, but—

He steps forward. Takes Jaskier's hand in his. He won't let anything more happen to him. He won't. He'll make sure of it.

(What if he fails again?) ]


Please. Jaskier. I need you.
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[personal profile] gynvael 2022-10-30 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ For a long while, he simply holds her. He breathes out, the amount of sheer relief almost exhausting. He's been tense for days, a sort of crushing panic he hasn't been able to stop—the kind he so rarely feels.

She's here, though. She's safe. He almost wants to pull them both out of the Horizon at once. What if she vanishes again? But he knows better than to act in haste.

His head spins. How did this even happen? It's ironic. He was wary of the Horizon for a long time. And just when he'd accepted it as a comfortable place for them to be...

He shakes it off. ]
Are you all right?
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[personal profile] tobeclosetohim 2022-10-30 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
One moment Ciri is talking to her with more sincere concern than Jo think is warranted for the stupidity of not being able to act like she's just fine moments after being gutted and dying, but then Ciri mentions the blood, and Jo only has the glance of looking down—and, right, okay, maybe there's more blood, and black sludge all over her clothes and skin, and not all of that came from the wolves—before Ciri whirls, fast enough Jo pulls back at first.

It's easy enough to label Geralt's tension in looking between, to remember exactly what he snapped at her about Ciri not knowing. Still, Jo doesn't know what happened more than the other two, why Ciri is suddenly positioned like Geralt struck her instead of leading her away. Jo hesitates only a second before tentatively touching Ciri's shoulder, half expecting her to snap around again. "He's not wrong. Geralt and I have been dealing with a shit load of the same since the moment we fell in here."

Literally.
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[personal profile] cointosser 2022-10-30 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
What the bloody fuck does that have to do with anything?

[All right, normally this would not be the worst thing Geralt has requested of him -- he's pretty sure helping with his demonic-possessed daughter and his demon-involved lady love was far worse -- but seeing himself dying has Jaskier absolutely wound tight, and even worse than Geralt being cursed is he is being absolutely bizarre.

Jaskier's eyes jump down to their hands, then back to Geralt's eyes.

Fuck. The bloody eye thing. With the brows.]


Yes, which, I far, seems to be occurring more often as of late. [Jaskier swallows. He turns his head to the side and mutters a fuck under his breath. Geralt is his dearest friend, and he knows the Witcher is not using that against him. Not on purpose.] You know I won't say no. But you owe me for this. At least... a very nice bottle of wine.
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[personal profile] cointosser 2022-10-30 06:20 am (UTC)(link)
Not on fucking purpose, Adrian! I'm being serious!

[So much for attempting to ease tension. Except he wasn't. He just -- something in him feels off, entirely, as if a leg has been replaced by an arm. That this heat in his chest is not entirely new as of this moment is somehow making it worse. And that he is enjoying seeing Alucard crush metal in his fist like it is only made of paper. Not the violence inherent in the act, but this giving in to anger.

Jaskier breathes in through his nose, closing his eyes, hands crossing his chest. He's fine. He's calm.]


Me? Usually? Do you think there is a man in this world who would claim I hold anything back? [It is an automatic defense as his shoulders stiffen, his arms crossing tighter. Closing in on himself, because Alucard has managed to find an arrow straight for him.

Another breath.]
Yes. I think so. And things I do not even believe. Only... only thoughts. Those ones that pop in first, before you have truly assessed anything. The same ones that make one contemplate the effects of walking off a ledge.
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[personal profile] princessvegas 2022-10-30 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ Julie is still in a daze. All she can think is not alone, not alone, not alone, and there's no more humming or darkness or wild, deafening noise and color. Everything now makes sense, is what she spent all the time trying to get to.

Her heart rate gradually slows, stops shaking her frame with every beat. She's able to raise her arms, clutching at his shirt with white knuckles. Like she intends to stay with him by grasp alone, if necessary. And some part of her does expect to be suddenly snatched back, thrown back to the blob or perhaps the darkness. She hasn't even considered trying to leave the Horizon. She's forgotten it's an option.

Not alone, not alone, not alone.

When he speaks to her, she looks at him with wide, wild eyes, swallows hard and tries to think of words -- they don't come easily, drowned out by the colors and noise that still linger in her brain. ]


How -- how long was it? [ Her voice is ragged from screaming, from days of sobbing, from coating that rawness in alcohol. Her throat aches. ] I can't... I'm all right.

[ Physically, at least for the most part. She reluctantly lets go of his shirt from one hand and touches his face. ]
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[personal profile] satanicpanics 2022-10-30 06:37 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah.

[ He nods, fingers fidgeting around his cup. He loved Nocwich. He had a fantastic time there, spending the entirety of the money Wanda had loaned him on a tattoo that glows in the dark, eying all the things in the market that he couldn’t afford afterward, staging an overly dramatic theft of a platter of vampire food when the vampires surely didn’t care. It was a good time, but what happened afterward has almost soiled those warm memories. He can’t look back on Nocwich without the attacks in mind. ]

I mean, it’s just all this collective bullshit, you know?

[ It’s been one thing after another and he feels like he hasn’t even had a moment to truly get his bearings here. ]

The attacks, then don’t even get me started on how Solvunn is going to complete shit right now.

[ He laughs humorlessly into his cup. It’s a lot to deal with, especially when he’s yet to address what happened to him back home. Everything's just sort of pilling up. ]

And I guess it’s all extended to the Horizon too, so we’re really going on three for three here.
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no rush!!

[personal profile] cointosser 2022-10-30 06:43 am (UTC)(link)
[Jaskier tips his head at the word "vision." He gives a shrug, taking a sip instead.]

Is that some sort of jest I've yet to understand? [He asks between sips of wine. Unless Jayce has gathered some new power that Jaskier has not heard of yet. Certainly he still has no idea where his ability to transfigure himself into a bird came from. He is not the only one who is receiving these... gifts.

He huffs something like a laugh. A little much. What a kind way to put it. After what has happened to Libertas, it is the last thing he wishes to do. To burden the people further.]


What? Are you mad? Why would I do such a thing? They're not bothering me this year, so I'm like to leave them alone now. Until this magic having brought them back inevitably dies once more. And we are left to pick up the pieces.
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[personal profile] cointosser 2022-10-30 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
Right she is there. They're almost... demure, in a way? After Jaskier has gotten over their destruction of the cemetery he and Alucard worked so hard to pretty up, he has found them only a mere annoyance. Which is certainly a bizarre way to think of anything, but it's simply... it pleases him more to not be bothered by them.

Besides. As she thinks as well, their cancelled classes has led to a bit more free time. They are both studious workers, which leaves a certain limit to their time together, though Jaskier has never been truly stifled by it.

And now he is simply not thinking about it, as if this free time may stretch on until they grow tired of it.

"Why not? I think your answer lay in that very question." A few corpses and strange, toxic plants replacing the pots by his window is not exactly the plague bearing down on them. And, truly, if Nadine does not worry, why should he? They are in the near exact same position as far as "surviving a plague" comes in.

His lips rest against her temple as he adds: "Well, of course. Something fun. Something enjoyable. Certainly something pleasurable. Whichever pleasure, I think, you are willing to pursue. If we have this free time, we must... grab it by the horns. So to speak."
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[personal profile] cointosser 2022-10-30 07:25 am (UTC)(link)
[Moglad has a very Jaskier-like expression of doubt for only a moment, because "a little out of sorts" does not seem to match an Au Ra who usually shines so brightly, who is so proud of her scales. And especially for Jaskier who highly prizes the one he was once given, that holds a special display in Bleobheris's trunk.

The doubt turns to concern, Moglad's expression now consternation.

Even Moglad isn't sure what to say to her, so he answers her question instead.]


When he came home, the leaves started growing darker. And the tree... I think I heard it call out. And the horses, kupo! They chased me! We've always gotten along until now... [Moglad flies carefully around Himeka, inspecting her like he's putting two and two together, albeit very slowly.] What's going on, kupo? Why is this happening?
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[personal profile] ofthesword 2022-10-30 08:07 am (UTC)(link)
Oh. [His white brows raise a bit.] Shit.

[Not exactly great news. And not something he's really worried about up to this point, whether it was a possibility or not. Being stuck in here. The way Wanda had talked about it, that wasn't really a thing.

He's about to check himself, but Thancred's question's enough to distract him from the attempt.]


Huh? Oh, this? Yeah, not really. [He nudges a boot near the shadow, and something forms from the shadow: something that looks a lot like a giant mouth, complete with jagged teeth, that attempts to engulf Nero's boot before he jerks it out of reach.] She's upset about something. Once the dead popped outta the ground, she's been acting weird. Prickly. [And as some of the pool of shadow under the van begins forming thin needles, he adds:] Literally.

[The shadow starts growling with a distinctly deep feline noise.]

I think you pissed her off.

[And some of those needles are gonna go flying straight for Thancred.]
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[personal profile] ofthesword 2022-10-30 08:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Anyone else, Nero would've ripped out of their grip or rounded on them to let him go. His heart quickens, and this deep tug rips at his middle for even hesitating. So tight, so sudden, it almost hurts.

Pretty much like the ice striking him through the chest.]


You don't see it? [He turns back on Geralt, frowning, but something suddenly desperate there, open.] She's --

[He turns back. That light is still there. Still pulling at him. And though it's sudden, out of nowhere, maybe it's the adrenaline pumping through him from the fight that has him not thinking twice about it.

Or he's just that fucked up. Nero misses her.

It's that simple sometimes. Nero's fingers curl into a fist, his arm growing tight under Geralt's hold.]
It's the way out. It's gotta be.
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[personal profile] dirtytrenchcoat 2022-10-30 10:40 am (UTC)(link)
By nature, a place has to have an entry and exit point. Escape was inevitable in that case but logistics haven't found Castiel in his addled state. He's not thinking in his typical manner, full of astrophysics and paradoxical equations that needed solving. He's trying to get by, the weight of his own condition and his experiences heavier than ever.

There's no reason to answer the first question, it might as well be rhetorical. Instead, he just nods in the space between them as if that will resolve their distance and their differences. "I'm well aware." There's no point in playing his hand. Death found him long after his fight with Michael, which meant that Michael may not know about their father and his rampant ineptitude and self-absorption. "This place likes to make sure we know the linear rules of our own relative timelines don't matter."
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[personal profile] dirtytrenchcoat 2022-10-30 10:44 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't know."

It's a legitimate response, but it comes on the wings of an exasperated breath. It's not like Dean's been unaware of his condition since being pulled from the well. He's more victim to this place and its whims, more vulnerable to its machinations than he's ever been any place else.

Even in his current state, he fights fine, and behind the pulse of light, Castiel handles two other corpses in much the same manner. "Your newfound talents bare an uncanny resemblance to the abilities of lower-echelon seraphs." Coincidence? Or mockery?