[open] some Kenoma come up to Godsblood the other day...

[baltimores]

WHO: Amos, Gen, Eustace, Childe, any Pleroma
WHAT: Amos wants a gun, Eustace wants to make a portal, and in order to make it happen they go to...
WHERE: Godsblood.
WHEN: Towards the end of Visoseri/start of Soviseri
WARNINGS: None, unless you count bullying of various Pleroma; will add as necessary


The content of this entry is intended to be an OOC explanation of what's going on to keep everyone up to speed; any characters who may be in Godsblood during this time period are free to top level or tag out. This is not an event and simply a unique instance that some characters are kinda sorta technically in enemy territory, which opens itself up to thread opportunities that would not otherwise be possible.

Basically: four Kenoma are journeying up to Godsblood, albeit not all together and through different means.

Amos and Gen will be arriving via a boat directly from Achamoth, and accordingly, will be outed as Kenoma Aions right from the get-go — the populace should know who they are, and word of their arrival would likely get around. Amos is there because he wants to build a higher quality gun than what they have in Achamoth and Godsblood is the place to do it; Gen is there to serve as backup/moral support/because they're friends, okay. Story plotting link here for more details.

Eustace and Childe will be sneaking in via carriage from the Artisan shrine/a portal and will therefore not be known as Kenoma Aions upon entry to Godsblood — unless there are characters there who already know who they are, that is. Eustace is setting up a portal to facilitate travel between Achamoth and Godsblood. This is not public knowledge and non-Kenoma Aions/NPCs are unlikely to know about this. Story plotting link here for more details.

The mods have also provided some guidelines for how interactions could go between characters so that any Pleroma wouldn't necessarily have to out themselves as Aions when it comes to interacting with Amos or Gen, who are publicly declared as such. Highlighting what was said further down in Amos' plotting comment:

It wouldn't be unreasonable for a visiting Aion to be chatting up people within Godsblood so sharing a meal ... wouldn't be a dead give away, but it might tie them to the Aions on the rumor network if they do it in public. Whether they are just strangers Gen and Amos are dining with or whether they are connected to Achamoth won't be clear, but it would definitely have implications ... It's definitely a risk, at any rate.

As for meeting in a busy street or a public park the connection is still possible but a lot less likely, since the odds of them chatting up some rando in the park is a lot more likely than sitting down for dinner with them. It'd also be a lot more obvious if someone was spying on them, unlike a closed environment like a pub or eatery, so that'd probably be the safest option without going somewhere deserted or private.

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[ There's a loud roaring in his head, a ringing in his ears, the telltale signs that he's slipping into one of his crippling panic attacks. Breathing grows harder, each breath a rasp as if he can't get enough, like there's something in his throat blocking the way. He tries to keep afloat but every word uttered out of that poisonous mouth of Gen's only serves to weigh him down, sinking him even further into the depths of his darkest thoughts. All of it hits too close to home, every reminder of how much of a burden he is striking dead center into an already poorly pieced together heart.

There it is. Dokja's single greatest weakness is the guilt he wears of the countless lives he's ruined. Entire worlds he's destroyed, loved ones who had suffered, perished, for his sake and his sake only. For his entertainment, for his wretched survival. The cost had been too great and not at all equivalent to what he was worth.

He will never be able to atone for everything that he's done, and the painful reminder that comes now serves as a devastating blow to a man already clinging to the last shreds of his sanity. He needs to shut this boy up. He needs to pull that tongue from his mouth, tear out his throat, anything to make it stop.

Without warning, he lurches forward and grabs the front of Gen's shirt to yank him forward, jostling the table to the point where silverware, plates, and cups topple off the sides and clatter and crash to the floor below. Dokja is only distantly aware of the other patrons shouting and yelling in surprise, insignificant pieces of a background that they are, all of his focus narrowed down to the boy held in front of him, and he draws back his other hand now covered entirely in white fur with claws replacing nails. ]