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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] satanicpanics 2022-12-28 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
Dude! That’s what I’ve been saying. Plus, if she were actually a good teacher, I’d have passed the first time. My failure is totally on her.

[ He laughs again, driving it further home that his lack of academic success is not a sore subject in the slightest. In fact, Eddie can’t say that he has many subjects that really grate on him. It takes a lot to get under his skin, though it isn’t totally impossible. Still—sharing the same unfavorable opinion of a teacher while pointedly ignoring more trauma? This must be bonding.

He watches Steve for a moment while he continues to pace, dragging his hand across anything on the counter in his path. Typical annoying child behavior. Doesn’t mean he’s not paying attention. He catches how Steve doesn’t finish his sentence, and wonders vague if he means the Upside Down, or if something else has happened to the guy.

He doesn’t ask. There’s already enough going on already, no need to add another trauma to the mix. In the end, he opts to help, grabbing chairs of his own to join Steve’s stacks.
]

That many flavors and you get sick of it after three measly days? Man, can I tell when a job isn’t respected. Still…pretty good gig if you got Buckley out of it. I would have never guessed you two were friends before...you know. Your throne, by the way—

[ Just to lighten the mood a bit further, he offers one of the chairs to Steve with a comedic bow. ]

But if I'm being honest? I feel like all I've done is judge you by bullshit that's like, years in the past then act surprised when it doesn’t line up anymore, so, uh...I'm just gonna stop doing that.

[ The honesty is unreal. ]
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[personal profile] assembles 2022-12-29 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ Steve isn't so sure of that. It's when people assume that someone else would pick up that slack that cities end up with so many unmet needs. Matt wasn't willing to just rely on that, he decided to take matters into his own hands, and Steve can't condemn something like that.

At that remark about his trainer, though, Steve huffs out a laugh of his own and raises an eyebrow. ]


Sounds like a fun guy. [ Dry as a desert, there. ] Well, we can change that. If you want, anyway.
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[personal profile] catholica 2022-12-29 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)
You're offering?

( matt knows just how strong and fast that steve is and while matt's well trained himself, he knows that steve would best him eventually.

but it would be a good challenge. and he does need that. )


To train with me?
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[personal profile] funbreaker 2022-12-31 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
The magick of teamwork, mayhap?

[ Or they had been lucky enough to be thinking similar thoughts, which would make sense if both of them have experience with frigid temperatures. What matters is that it worked. Thancred won't dwell on it too much, for fear that the Horizon will snatch away what it just gave them.

With a sideways grin, he steps forward and opens up the reinforced iron front door, which is thankfully unlocked. As amusing as it would have been to have to break into the building that they just thought into existence...

Inside it's somewhat less bitterly cold, and there's a hearth that they should be able to light to get some real warmth going. ]


I don't know about you, but I'd be content to simply wait here until the Horizon decides it's done with us.

[ It's much preferable to having to continue climbing in this awful weather, isn't it? ]
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[personal profile] philancer 2022-12-31 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Sylvain casts a skeptical glance at the overcast and threatening sku over their head and heaves a sigh before nodding to the other man. ]

I think anything is going to be better than staying out here much longer. Come on. Let's see what our imaginations have succeeded in giving us this time.

[ As long as they had shelter and could get warm, that was more than enough for the time being. They could make do until a better solution presented itself. ]
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[personal profile] righteously 2023-01-01 03:08 am (UTC)(link)
"In the front," he mutters, equal parts revelation and annoyance. Of course it has front buttons. Don't mind him moving his hands out of the way to make room, or leaning back a few inches to watch as she fiddles with them. It's a great visual, is all — seeing her fingertips pop the clasp, and the long stretch of pale skin slowly put on display as it loosens.

He has a real love-hate relationship with corsets. In that moment, it skews very much toward love.

Seems like he'd be content to take a few too many seconds taking in the sights, until her you are way too overdressed snaps him out of it. Yeah. Right. He should probably... get on that.

An arm arches overhead, curls so he can grip the fabric of his shirt between the shoulder blades and tug it up over his head. He's in great shape, that much isn't a question. Put on some muscle mass, even, since he's been here. What stands out more, maybe, aside from the tattoo, is all the scars. Probably not surprising either, considering the life he lives, but they litter him here and there along his back, along his stomach, along his chest. Lines from cuts, from slashes. From claws and knives. Burns. Bullet wounds. Most of them faded with time, but a few that are newer, a few still healing from his time hunting here. He is not a blank canvas, that's for sure.

Once he's shirtless, he doesn't waste much time reeling her in again. Pressing them together from waist to chest, skin to skin. That's one of his favorite sensations, and it's been god damn forever since he's felt it. With it comes another rush of heat, and... yeah, this ain't gonna last all night, that's for sure.
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[personal profile] hextechhead 2023-01-01 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ It might be a little like therapy and usually Jayce wouldn't have gone into this conversation, but it sort of stumbled his way and he rarely thinks through what he plans on saying. He listens to Jaskier though, truly listens, and hears what he's saying, and the truth in it. The man has a way with words, both when he's singing and when he's talking. ]

I'm sorry, you're right, that sounds like the opposite of easy.

[ It's arrogant to see it only from his point of view and his issues. Living in a world where life and death are constantly at play, where violence is everywhere, is not easy in the slightest. He is concerned that seeing all of this more often will turn him exactly to that, jaded and cold. But he is lucky that only recently has that become possible. He led a charmed life in comparison. ]

Count me among them. I have Viktor here. I would do anything to keep it that way.

[ Love is a very powerful motivator, as Jaskier would know himself, being a bard and also having loving connections with people here. Jayce would miss all of his friends, going back. It's complicated though, given Viktor doesn't want to return, but that's not a concern here. ]

Your music is soulful as well as beautiful, a reflection no doubt of your own wisdom. I apologize if I've been rambling away, distracting you from your show.

[ It was kind of him though. Jayce apparently needed a few minutes that wasn't him avoiding people and seeing his death everywhere he turned. ]
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[personal profile] bealufull 2023-01-02 12:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Inej."

He says her name softly, curling his fingers around hers more firmly, almost confused as the question she hasn't finished hits him, and he makes sense of it literally but there's so much confusion on her asking.

"I know where you came from, and now you know where I came from," he points out, their talk about his brother and how he came to be still raw for him, worrying about their reactions still.

"If you have nightmares of her every night for the rest of your life, I will still be there," he vows, not even thinking about the words. "Just as I told you that if you chose not to be my Spider any longer, to give up that life as well, it doesn't change that you are mine. What you've been through, what she did to you and your pain from it, that doesn't change that either. Understood?"
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[personal profile] shadowthief 2023-01-02 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
The way he says her name makes her heart clench. So soft. So full of... she isn't sure what it is, but it's a deep well of it that is impossible for her to ignore.

"...you are mine."

These are words that, in another context, or at an earlier time, might have filled her with rage. But right now, in this moment, they are words that fill her with something else, something unnamable bursting bright and warm in her chest.

I love you is what she wants to say. Instead, all that comes out of her mouth is a whisper of, "Thank you," as she swipes her free hand under her eyes. Slowly, tentatively, she leans into his side, her head on his shoulder if he'll let her.
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[personal profile] nadine_he_loves 2023-01-02 03:46 am (UTC)(link)
A lack of scars would have been surprising. Nadine watches with equal interest as Dean tosses aside his shirt. No, nothing that's revealed is a surprise but it is a very nice view. Well defined muscles and old wounds that both speak to the manner of life he lives. It's exciting.

Despite what she's come to know and understand, there's still something about dangerous men that excites her. Especially when she knows she, specifically, has absolutely nothing to fear from them. When hands so often turned to death and destruction and bloody business are gentle and tender on her skin.

It makes her feel special.

She lets out a little pleased gasp when Dean grabs her and pulls her close, pressing eagerly into him. The feel of warm flesh against warm flesh, her breasts flush against his chest, it sends another little shudder through her. Her hands move over his body, pausing for her fingers to trace each ridge and dip of old - and not so old - scar she finds. There's a story for each one, even if she doesn't know them. Together they tell a very clear story, even without details.

Lifting her head she kisses his jaw, his neck. The scent of him overwhelms her pleasantly, scented soap and that masculine musk beneath. She presses her mouth close to his ear, her breathing heavy.

"I want you."
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[personal profile] cointosser 2023-01-03 08:16 am (UTC)(link)
[Jaskier waves a hand, then pats Jayce's substantial leg (oh, that's very firm, isn't it?) without care. It was the opposite of easy, but he has survived, as many on the Continent do, because that is what his people have learned to do. Survive. Survive cataclysm, survive the Conjunction, and survive each other.

Jaskier hums with amusement, but given his penchant for delving into anything that gives him pleasure, at the moment, he soaks in the compliment.]


I know. But thank you for saying it. I never get tired of it. [He leans over and kisses Jayce on the cheek, and whether it's because of the wine on his lips or the flattery, is left unsaid.] You and Viktor will thrive if you keep that blind, obstinate optimism of yours. I do hope you do. It's a breath of fresh air in the midst of most company.
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[personal profile] cointosser 2023-01-03 08:53 am (UTC)(link)
Jaskier's pleasure is immeasurable. Not just from a good fucking -- which is coming soon enough -- but by the very feel of the air surrounding them, as if it shimmers like water, but weighed, and hot. Every breath drags through him and lights up his vein. Every heave of her chest, her breasts shifting with the movement, permanently painted into his memory.

"There she is. The little demoness. The woman who knows what she wants."

He all but purrs the words, widening her legs with a hand on each knee. The little demoness. Yes. If he cannot indulge in the word lover, then he will fall on the other side of the spectrum.

He leans down and kisses her as he moves in, prepared with only a few strokes of his hand and a bit of guidance. The vines have moved down near her elbows now, and the sprouts begin to bulge and bloom as Jaskier's breath catches on the feel of her around him, and that ever-increasing heat.

The vines hold her tight, but he holds her tighter, hands leaving bruising prints of his fingertips across her pale skin.
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[personal profile] assembles 2023-01-04 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
That's right.

[ Steve lifts up his drink to finish it off in one long gulp, sets down the empty glass, and then stands as he leaves a few coins on the table.

He reaches out to give Matt a firm clap on the shoulder. ]


Let's plan on it. Look me up sometime.

[ It's about time for that shower, so Steve gives a parting nod and then makes for the tavern's exit. ]
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[personal profile] nadine_he_loves 2023-01-04 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
Nadine's lips curl in a little smile, the sort that shows teeth. Another time, another mood, from anyone else and she'd perhaps protest that particular term of endearment. But right now it seems very fitting. And from him, it sounds like a compliment.

Or maybe it's just that she's so terribly aroused and undone with want right now. Her legs open for him without resistance, hips lifting to meet him. She's wet and eager and ready for him, and she'd reach for him but the vines are holding her tight and all she can do is bend her legs to grip him like that. All the while her upper body strains towards him amid the greenery and flowering blooms. Lights catch on her horns, making them shimmer with iridescent colors as her hair shifts over and around them.

Still her lips are curved back from her teeth, and she clicks them together with a little gasp as he hilts himself fully within her.

"You're what I want."

GOSH me too ;; to both being back!

[personal profile] lackingtalent 2023-01-05 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Something even more bizarre happens. Hythlodaeus, by now, had paled quite significantly. Waves of nausea had overwhelmed him- and bot from the smell and the sensation of feeling- truly feeling- like he has buried himself- rigid and cold as a corpse, filthy beyond all imagining, the smell of earth in his nose and his throat- he was trying, truly trying, to not lose all sense of the grace he commanded by turning and retching over the balcony.

Yet as the affliction begins to take place within Claude's form, he finds the nausea lifting instantly. Poison- yes. He is most certain that the other man feels the effects of something terrible, something potent- something that seems to make his heart slow dangerously.

And strangely, it gives him strength. His mind- his rational thought- is horrified. Most certainly, it is horrifying. He is horrified. Claude's skin, to him- is as pale as his own had become. Yet there is more going on. He can see the pallor take on an ugly shade from constricted blood vessels- and he can feel the way of which Claude's stomach twists- the way his lungs seem to exhale, exhale, exhale, regardless of how much oxygen he draws in.

Claude is dying.
And strangely...

Every breath that the other man cannot take is a breath of sweet air into his own lungs. Every lurch of Claude's stomach brings him relief- eases him into standing upright- and every ounce of pain wreaking its course through the other man's nervous system gives him a feeling not unlike sitting out in the sun, on a gentle summer afternoon. The smell of rot and filth and decay is gone. Instead, to him, a sweet scent pervades the air.

It is pleasant. It is so very pleasant to feel invigorated by the other's very life energies- and although his rational mind is horrified, his body, Koth herself, cannot help but appreciate such vibrant life.

But then, it is over. Instantly, he is at the other's side- wary enough to keep some distance, yet undoubtedly concerned enough to be within arm's reach.
]

I-

[Hythlodaeus is not a man typically lost for words. In most circumstances, actually. Yet seeing someone go from hale and hearty, to resemble a corpse one moment, and then back again...

It is something he has no refrence for. So he cannot help but stammer.
]

... I think that I should leave.
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[personal profile] bealufull 2023-01-06 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Every contact is so new to him, and after what they're experiencing now he knows that the steps he's made forward are near being lost. Even now he feels so tightly wound that at any moment he could snap.

And yet when she lays her head on his shoulder, even though he tenses, he shifts slightly. Just enough to wrap his arm around her shoulder. For a moment his hand stays lifted and then, after drawing a breath, he brings his hand down to rest on her shoulder.

He's never offered comfort and he knows he's not good at it but he's doing his best to be there for her, to show her he's trying.

"She haunts you because she lost and because you hurt, but I will destroy entire cities before I let her touch you again. Understood?"
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Maybe wrap here! thank you for the amazing thread

[personal profile] hextechhead 2023-01-08 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ Jayce is surprised by the kiss on his cheek as that type of affection is rare to him, or at least people giving it to him, and for a moment he's concerned because the reaction to touch comes and goes. It's a relief to see that he doesn't immediately panic, so Jayce can relax, and he decides the gesture is well-meant. He's not wrong about the two of them being blindly optimistic. Honestly, he doesn't even know how stubbornly naive they both were before, even Viktor, who considers himself anything but.

He smiles at Jaskier and decides between his two physical gestures, it would be acceptable for him to give something back. He pats Jaskier on the back. ]


Maybe I can learn to have some of your confidence and share my ridiculous optimism with you and others.

[ Jayce on the outside would seem like the exact type of person who would be swaggering with confidence, but whenever he does, it's always limited and doesn't last for long. It's mostly for show. But his naive sense of hope, that is very much real. He stands though, he feels he has taken enough of Jaskier's time.]

Thank you, Jaskier. For listening.
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yay! if we wanna wrap this one here and continue on w/ the next, i'm good with that!

[personal profile] godshattering 2023-01-08 01:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It wasn't real - this is something Claude keeps repeating to himself while catching his breath but the feeling alone was something far too much like everything he remembered it could be. But how? The Singularity? He still remembers the nightmares and how the Horizon hadn't been quite what he'd come to understand in his short few weeks of visiting before things had turned on them all.

Does that narrow it down to an illusion cast by the other? There are many mages of all kinds here, he's learned, and he is no stranger to how some of those magics can warp what's around them to be something else entirely. Something darker, something threatening. There's no actual poison in Claude's veins, but memory calls those feelings back too and leaves him no closer to uncovering an answer that fits besides what his mind is forcing this one to be.

When Hythlodaeus draws close, as any concerned person would do, Claude takes an automatic step back quickly followed by another one. Wariness isn't normally something he shows so openly as it will always reveal far too much, will always tell much more than he'd prefer to let on. This response now is too much of an instant reaction for him to stifle it. It's something from being cornered before while looking for a way out and here they have the benefit of space.

So it's space he'll get even while registering the concern written on the other's features - something Claude will recognize later as genuine, but for now? It fits as another puzzle piece into it being something Hythlodaeus is responsible for. The other benefit of recalling this later will be after Claude himself has caused several different kinds of upset and he'll think back on this with added clarity. ]


I think that'd be for the best.

[ No insight now, though; just his voice hoarsened by some nonexistent strangling feeling and the desire for Hythlodaeus to just go. Claude will remain still as he has been until the other leaves, at which point he'll sit down shakily from what feels like far too close of a call with something unknown. ]

Works for me!

[personal profile] lackingtalent 2023-01-09 12:38 am (UTC)(link)
...Indeed.

['Do accept my apologies' is most certainly one of the platitudes that move throughout his mind, among so many others, yet he dares not utter anything of the sort. Claude seems ...rather afraid still, yes, very much the picture of a man whom has almost just died, but a number of things, not least the steps back or even the strange sort of recognition in his eyes at what has just happened, tell him that the best thing to do is to be far away.

...So he does not attempt to bridge the gap again. Instead, he takes a single step away, lowering his eyes before a vortex of swirling darkness opens behind him- in the energies advertently causing the tablecloth to flap around, as if weathering a sudden tempest.
]

...

[What could be said? 'Take care'? It is not anything at all adequate at this point, and it is with a long, silent glance, that the portal closes around him and taking him with it- leaving all as it was before his arrival.]
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[personal profile] lightkeeping 2023-01-09 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
So far.

[That said, Aloy is fairly confident she can handle some wolves. And machines, too, if she accidentally conjures any, but she'd rather not surprise Geralt with that. For now, it seems that all they can do is wait it out, and hope the Horizon decides to spit them back into the real world sooner rather than later.

The good news is that they both seem to know what they're doing, when it comes to holing up in a storm. Whatever he's doing with his hands gets her attention, and she casts a glance over her shoulder, briefly.
]

Magic?

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of course!! I had fun

[personal profile] cointosser 2023-01-09 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Jaskier's smile back can not be called humble; it is anything but. But even if he should be god-touched at the moment, the warmth at such simple words is quite real, and rises in his chest.

Even if the pat on the back is somewhat detached for Jaskier, who thrives on simple touches, but he can't fault everyone for not being as affectionate as he'd like.]


You shall, indeed, should you spend enough time for me. It's inevitable.

[He nods at the appreciation, the crowd having long parted now, and despite the strange bumps in the conversation, it was a good one.] Of course, my friend. If you ever need an ear again, I am not so far.
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[personal profile] cointosser 2023-01-09 08:07 am (UTC)(link)
It is nothing less than the highest of compliments.

As are the tight gasps that slip between his teeth, the hot breaths stolen between each movement, each thrust, each press of his thumbs deep into her skin. Jaskier has not so much as held back as not indulged in some things he enjoys -- and certainly marking his partner all over, so their aches and purpled skin the next day only firmly remind them of him, of what they did... especially if he can coax an encore.

"As you should," he jokes, kissing against the edge of her jaw, a beautiful curve as her head leans back. The pull of the vines stretches her arms back, displays perfectly the swooping wings of her collarbones, lifts her breasts, and the vines now that grow, unburdened by holding her arms, help to frame her hair perfectly around her head as well.

It's a painting. Truly. A painting he created. Every sound of pleasure and the shape her mouth takes when he strikes the deepest.

"As are you." He kisses her, offers the tease of his tongue, until he breaks for a breath. "You have me utterly, Nadine. Even if, in this moment, you are completely mine."
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[personal profile] nadine_he_loves 2023-01-10 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
The pressure of Jaskier's hands on her, digging right into her flesh, makes her groan. She knows it will leave bruises and she wants it to. As much as Jaskier enjoys marking, Nadine enjoys being marked. The physical memory, embedded in her skin, is erotic on its own accord.

She should have asked for this sooner. This fierceness, this rawness, it's sending her to new heights. She lets the vines take her weight, enjoying the feel of them against her skin. Firm but yielding and vibrant, pulsing with the life of their handsome master. Never before would she have thought of plants as arousing or pleasurable, but in the moment they're adding a great deal to the encounter.

"We're each other's." The words are breathy and tinged with lust, matching her darkened and heavy lidded eyes. Nadine's face is the picture of desire, pink cheeks and bruised lips parted shamelessly. Her hips meet his and her legs grip at him, wrapping around him as she chases that peak that's growing closer and closer.

There's no mistaking when it hits, when the waves of pleasure crash into one great crest that floods her every sense. Her body bows and tenses and and she cries out loudly, shuddering and flexing around him.
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[personal profile] gynvael 2023-01-11 07:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Geralt glances up. ]

Sort of. You?

[ Any of her own? Would be useful, right about now. He supposes inside the Horizon, it doesn't matter much. He can grant himself any magic he wishes. But that isn't quite how his mind works, even without the odd fuckery that's plaguing these lands.

He prefers to stay with what he knows, the things he understands from the real world. ]
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[personal profile] lightkeeping 2023-01-12 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
No.

[She answers fairly quickly, though after a moment she seems to reconsider. Anything is possible inside the Horizon, but coming from somewhere with no magic, Aloy has found it something of a difficult adjustment. She'd rather rely on the skills she's honed so carefully over the years--those will never disappoint her.]

Well, not besides whatever this place gave me. [She offers a little shrug.] I guess, back home, I used technology that some people would've considered magic. But it's not really the same thing.