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Entry tags:
- !event,
- #innocence,
- archduke j: visionary,
- barnaby brooks jr: lover,
- estinien wyrmblood: firebrand,
- eustace: firebrand,
- father paul hill: martyr,
- kaeya alberich: lover,
- kim dokja: martyr,
- kim kitsuragi: martyr,
- liem talbott: champion,
- majorita: firebrand,
- makoto ("m"): firebrand,
- meteion: innocent,
- ryunosuke naruhodo: champion,
- tartaglia (childe): firebrand,
- yuya sakaki: lover
EVENT #5: SOVEREIGN CITIZENS (VENERA)
Sovereign Citizens
VENERA
In contrast the Aion's last visit, they now arrive in Venera on a completely average day... or so it seems. Unlike Godsblood, Venera has been given no warning as to what's about to befall it; the Kenoma are simply authorized to arrive and begin their bloody work without fanfare. Even their entourage of Achamite soldier don't stick out that much; in the time since the plague left, the city has refilled with occupying forces. Notably, the Hylician ones seem to be keeping out of the way, almost as if they've heard some things and would rather not be involved too closely in what's to come.As opposed to the ghost town it was during the plague, Venera is now reasonably active, with most attending to their usual business. Shops are open, and its people are withdrawn but superficially friendly when meeting strangers. Initially, the targets of the Kenoma hit list will have no way of knowing what's coming for them, but after the first couple attacks word will begin to spread. Those that have recently been engaging in seditious behavior will become harder to find, leaving their usual homes and workplaces to stay elsewhere, and making other attempts to escape the Regent's attention.
Once those alerts have been raised, the Kenoma will have to engage in more detective work to find their targets, questioning other Venerans and seeking out fugitives in the homes of their family and friends. In the meantime, some of those who believe they are in danger may become desperately enough to seek out the Pleroma directly, imploring them for aid. Unfortunately, seeking out one sect may just as easily draw the attention of the other. Most uninvolved Venerans will be too terrified to intervene one way or another, reluctant to aid in the persecution of their neighbors but fearful of consequences. If your Aion travels openly, it will take some effort to pin them down long enough to hold a conversation.
SEEDS OF DESPAIR
Several days into the culling of Venera, the Aions will have witnessed the city gradually withdraw into itself. The streets become vacant as more and more people decide it isn't worth the risk to be seen outside, abandoning work and play alike to hide out in their homes, refusing to answer their doors to all except the most desperate pleading. Those that can't avoid their daily obligations are quiet and morose, trying their best to remain unseen and unremarked upon.
If your character has been observed as a Kenoma, either now or in their previous visits to the city, the citizens will look upon them as if they are the messengers of death. If you are seen as a Pleroma, they will resist your gaze, as if fearing your presence alone might leave them marked. In rarer cases, you will see those with stronger spirits, with glares of hatred or determination. They are powerless now, but seeds have been sewn, and whether they are the seeds of despair or of action are yet unclear.
By the time the Kenoma's hit list has been fully addressed, several have been killed and several more have been rushed from their homes to flee the city entirely. There have been holes left in the tapestry of the community they were once part of. One way or another, their absence will be felt keenly by those they left behind.
If your character has been observed as a Kenoma, either now or in their previous visits to the city, the citizens will look upon them as if they are the messengers of death. If you are seen as a Pleroma, they will resist your gaze, as if fearing your presence alone might leave them marked. In rarer cases, you will see those with stronger spirits, with glares of hatred or determination. They are powerless now, but seeds have been sewn, and whether they are the seeds of despair or of action are yet unclear.
By the time the Kenoma's hit list has been fully addressed, several have been killed and several more have been rushed from their homes to flee the city entirely. There have been holes left in the tapestry of the community they were once part of. One way or another, their absence will be felt keenly by those they left behind.
QUESTIONS
What is the best way for Aions to travel to Venera?
Estinien has plans to get an early start for the Pleroma by teleporting to the Lover's shrine and flying somewhere closer to set up a portal from the ocean caves near the Godsblood Lodestone to a spot of farmland closer to Venera. Paul will be setting up a portal directly from Achamoth to one of the Achamite outposts in Venera.
How much force can the Kenoma use while interrogating Venerans?
While they are generally not permitted to kill Venerans who haven't tried to physically fight them, they will be permitted to apply both physical and mental pressure upon those that refuse to provide them with information regarding the whereabouts of their targets. This duress should be proportional to the resistance the Veneran is offering. The Regent is not inviting them to terrorize Venera on a level to a level they cannot reasonably blaim themselves for.
Estinien has plans to get an early start for the Pleroma by teleporting to the Lover's shrine and flying somewhere closer to set up a portal from the ocean caves near the Godsblood Lodestone to a spot of farmland closer to Venera. Paul will be setting up a portal directly from Achamoth to one of the Achamite outposts in Venera.
How much force can the Kenoma use while interrogating Venerans?
While they are generally not permitted to kill Venerans who haven't tried to physically fight them, they will be permitted to apply both physical and mental pressure upon those that refuse to provide them with information regarding the whereabouts of their targets. This duress should be proportional to the resistance the Veneran is offering. The Regent is not inviting them to terrorize Venera on a level to a level they cannot reasonably blaim themselves for.
MOD CONTACT
ADDITIONAL NOTE: When investigating, please be specific about the approach your character is taking. Instead of asking "is there any information about X?", instead try something like "my character is speaking to these NPCs, what information can be obtained about X by chatting with them in a friendly manner?" What information you get back will depend both on where and how they are looking for something.
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General summary is this:
1. Having discussed and gotten advice from the rebels back in Greentruth before departure, they’ve agreed that their best bet is to sneak everyone they rescue onto a ship and smuggle them up to Godsblood. Kim Kitsuragi has previously established connections in that city from spending the last few months working at the docks there. He’s going to try and flex some of those connections to arrange for a sympathetic captain of a steam-powered cargo ship to allow refugees to hide out on the vessel for the journey, the idea being it’ll be a ship that regularly makes the journey between Venera and Godsblood anyway, so it won’t look too suspicious.
2. Assuming that angle is feasible, with the ship arranged the group will make their way to Venera via the portal established by Estinien and do their thing throughout the week attempting to save all the targeted people. Using connections the Aions have forged with various local friendly Venerans, the hope is that they’d be able to get word into the ears of the local resistance (the ones who are decent enough at what they’re doing to actually not get caught) so that they can work together to save these people. They’ll want to establish a safe place for rescued NPCs to lay low at throughout the week, and they’re hoping the comparatively more experienced rebels may already have a place, or at least have methods to help them set something up that can provide that.
3. The idea from there is that at the end of the event, they’ll be sneaking the NPCs onto the ship in time for it to make its officially scheduled departure. A couple of Aions will be going along on the ship to help protect it in case anything goes wrong along the way (with Cid volunteering to pilot if needed), and several others will be staying behind to make sure the Kenoma and Achamite/Hylician guards don’t catch on to what they’re doing.
Pleroma characters involved in this effort include Cid Garlond, Kim Kitsuragi, Hayame, Kim Dokja, Thoma, Hiccup, Yuya Sakaki, and Ryunosuke Naruhodo.
And that’s the gist of it! Apologies that this is so long, I’m uhh, not used to submitting big complex efforts like this for approval… Please let me know if you need anything more from us, like if we need to do some kind of investigation leg-work or provide more specific details to make this feasible!
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COMMITTED ACTIONS
ADDITIONAL NOTE: Actions that would have negative social repercussions for your character (killing NPCs, significant property damage, making a point of acting persistently hostile towards neutral or friendly NPCs) must be reported here in order to be considered canon. We also recommend reporting any particularly positive/helpful actions so that your character will be given due credit.
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Figured I should let you know because he's probably spooking the hell out of the locals, and also in case there would be any consequences for this tactic. He's fairly confident that he can take on Achamite soldiers but maybe they'll surprise him.
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She's helping Cid Garlond save his old lady.
Elsewhere, she's speaking with Ryunosuke Naruhodo, and while Estinien is actually saving him, she put a cut in his ropes, in the hopes that he could get himself out, eventually.
Not being a good Kenoma, oops. There are plans for Estinien to capture her, but that's not happening until near the end of the event proper.
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NPC THREADS
Barnaby, Meteion, Cid, Liem and ???
Venerans are strong. The city seemingly has returned to its usual livelihood, but discontent has been stewing since the Aion's last arrival. And as quietly and effectively as soldier and Kenoma now work alike in the shadows, their movements don't go all-together unnoticed.
In the late hours of the evening, a pair of Achamite soldiers sneak around the back of a residence not far from the city markets. It may look routine to the untrained eye, but for any who have been watching the patrols of that area or those who are privy to what locations being targeted by the Regent, it is too far off the main thoroughfare to be anything but.
Five minutes pass.
Ten minutes.
Twenty.
The soldiers do not re-emerge.
What is there left to do but investigate?
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kaeya alberich ◆ kenoma ◆ lover
ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ▸ confronting a lawyer.
ryunosuke
[ you'd think that a couple of hours would have been enough to ease the tension that has conquered his entire body, but kaeya feels restless, understandably so. it's all because of what had transpired between him and barnaby the day before, and then his direct actions borne out of their confrontation. a wicked side of him, one that's been growing louder and louder these days, tells him that he did the right thing, but he doesn't feel good about having to do it at all.
luckily, he's the type to know when it's time to ruminate and when it's time to get right back to work. barnaby's betrayal isn't going to put them at a huge disadvantage, but it does mean that they're working against a lot more than just time now. he stalks the streets of venera, keeping to the alleyways where it's less likely for him to get spotted. there are still a few leads to check so he'll waste no time meandering about, beelining straight for his next target's rumoured location.
it's then that he sees a familiar silhouette and tuft of black hair. his eye narrows. of course he'd be all the way back here, and of course this is how they get to meet again, after they spent ages looking around for lumine. he wonders if that makes either one of them really unlucky if this is just how things are going to be.
but it's fine.
this time, he won't grace ryunosuke with a warning call. crystalline spikes made of ice manifest in between his fingers, and with a flick of his wrist, he sends the projectiles straight at ryunosuke, aiming to grace along skin or dig into flesh if they ring true. ]
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ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ▸ you're in jail, buddy.
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ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ▸ get slain by a dragon.
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ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ▸ the innocence strikes back.
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ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ ▸ the aftermath.
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LUO BINGHE | KENOMA | FIREBRAND
Being reunited with the cursed sword that exaggerates his negative emotions and encourages his destructive impulses hasn't helped with that, of course...
But now the Regent has handed down this very specific, easy to follow order. He's going to win some good boy points and get himself back on task. How hard can it be to track down and capture some stupid mortal rebels in a city like Venera? ooc: i'll match format if you'd prefer to tag w brackets! if you want binghe for something different feel free to hit me up on plurk or discord or da plotting post ✌️
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That does not mean, however, that she is bad at it.
As much as it chafes what shreds of honor and dignity that she has left to hide her proper form beneath the glamor of a woman with two legs, to skulk in the shadows and watch the movements of Achamite guards to memorize their patrols, to reconnoissance instead of fight… She cannot show her hand yet, not if she wants to honor the promises she has made, the debts she needs to repay.
But then she sees one. A face she had memorized not only from the Regent’s spirit courtroom, but from a Firebrand melding of the minds, a show of who’d had a hand either directly or not in a Estinien’s “death”… The face of a man who had smirked at her, across the shadows and the miles that separated them. A man who had all but dared her to release her rage on him.
She shouldn’t act yet. She should bite her tongue and swallow her pride and let him go…
Instead, Hayame’s blood boils in both of her her hearts and her pulses pound in her ears as she watches him walk across the Veneran streets seemingly without care of concern. And why not? This city was full of weaklings, already held with the Regent’s heel on its neck. Why shouldn’t these Kenoma who served him feel confident in this place? Why should they not smirk?
The fletching of her arrow is at her cheek before she knows it.
The shot is long, nearly two hundred yards distant, but she is a jinba and her bow is made for her strength, for the musculature of a woman who might look partly human but wasn’t. Her eyes are sharper than a human’s, her draw is cleaner, her strength far greater.
Her aim is better.
With no warning, no sound, no shouts from Venerans still too shocked by the sight to open their mouths before she shoots-
An arrow flies directly at a man.]
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i-a.
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Barnaby Brooks Jr. | Kenoma | Lover
Second: he knows now that his time is limited. That the Regent was aware some of their recruits were still "faithless". Barnaby had made no secret of his own misgivings -- he had to be forcefully recruited, and even now has behaved more akin to a reluctant hostage than an obedient servant. He can feign shows of loyalty, but following through is out of the question. And so he's reached the realisation that whatever he does, he has to use his limited time in the best way he can. If he joins the ranks of the detained Venerans and is summarily executed for it, if he's saved even one person, at least it will mean something.
So he goes to Venera as assigned, and he begins to work his way through the hitlist, not to arrest, but to save. A race against the other Kenoma, then.]
1. DAWN RAIDS
2. A TIP OFF
3. WILDCARD
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If he's sneaky enough. But that ends up being a bit too tall of an order when he slips into the alley at the sound of Barnaby's voice, scrambling for something to hide behind. He doesn't recognize him as a Pleroma, from that horrible court, so that must mean he's one of the Kenoma.
He's almost behind some boxes when Barnaby turns around and he freezes in place. Oh.]
... What are you doing with her? [Great plan, just be aggressive from the start.]
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wildcard (but a song in the key of 2)
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CLOSED - J & MAKOTO
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Strolls in here 1 week late w/o Starbucks ;; (wildcard ish)
paps gently
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Liem Talbott | Kenoma | Champion
Dokja
To commit to this campaign of terror, he would need to trust that the Regent would ultimately lift the weight of those sins from his shoulders. But when he looks ahead to the conflict that is gathering like a thunderhead on the horizon, he only sees those sins piling higher under their reign. Liem cannot devote himself to the service of a master he has so little faith in.
And yet, he still believes that the Pleroma's cause is futile. His lack of trust in the Regent has not suddenly given him the drive to bring their shattered worlds back from the brink.
So he drifts, haunting the city like a wraith in hastily purchased Veneran clothing. He doesn't know where he'll go once his mission here is over, but for now he dedicates himself to sabotaging the Kenoma's efforts however he can—and he'll take all the help he can get.
Liem may not have the spiritually attuned vision of an aion more linked with their sect, but he's certain that the dark-haired man he has his sights on is a member of the Pleroma. No local would be so boldly hostile with the Achamite soldiers, nor walk away from a confrontation with them with such impunity. Taking advantage of a nearby side street, he skirts around the man and slides into an alley that comes out on the street he's traversing. He doesn't want to approach him out in the open if he doesn't have to, so as the man approaches the alley's mouth, Liem speaks up just loudly enough to be heard.]
Pleroma. I have information that will help you.
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Paul, Gen
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Hayame
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matt jamison | kenoma | visionary
If you have questions or want to plan a thread we didn't talk about, PM this journal or message/add
i. prelude (cw: limb loss and accompanying emotional distress)
[ Things Matt thought about before sacrificing his hand in the cavern included:
What he didn't think about includes cutting food, putting on clothes, how to wash his remaining hand. What it would feel like to wake up in the middle of the night convinced his hand is still there, and that it hurts.
So this has been a period of adjustment. It helps that Matt has powers of levitation (and, like, a personal servant), but he's never had to rely on either before. Using so much magic makes him tired; his pockets are always stuffed with herbs and chalk now, to amp up his casting and relieve some of the stress on his body. Having somebody around to physically assist him with things like getting dressed brings its own exhaustion: a constant swirl of embarrassment, guilt, and paradoxical resentment.
His fellow residents of the Citadel haven't seen much of him this Soviseri. ]
ii. first days
[ A bullshit secret policing mission is the last thing Matt needs right now. It doesn't help that the Regent is being stunningly cavalier about the whole thing. Their address was heavy on fealty and fighting, light on even sideways mentions of their ultimate purpose.
Matt leaves his retainer at the Citadel–"I'll be fine for a few days"--and stuffs his satchel with spell components, a change of clothes, and a few bottles of liquor with a flask. He wears extra-long sleeves in an attempt to disguise the stump at the end of his left arm, and tries to pass through Paul's portal without being noticed. ]
a. stakeout (liem)
[ The first name on the list he's given is, evidently, a local merchant. Matt doesn't know how he ends up with Liem for this misadventure–it may be that everyone else mobilized more quickly, and they were the last ones left stumbling and unsure.
But he does know that he's not prepared to spend time with another person without drinking. So as he approaches Liem, it's flask-first, the silver shining in his upraised right hand. His internal balance of pride to secrecy is honed such that he doesn't hide his stump behind his back or anything, but he's definitely hoping Liem gets distracted by the flask. ]
Don't worry, I brought enough for everybody. [ A pause. ] And ah, actually, I know a spell that can turn us invisible, if we think we need it.
b. teenage dirtbag (gen)
[ A few days into their Veneran adventure, Matt has determined that this one is actually worse than last time. Not because of his personal role in any fascism (yet), but because of how locals react to his lack-of-hand. Some do a double take or stare. Some start to treat him with solicitous over-kindness. A few even pull back, as if they're afraid what he's lost is contagious. He can see the words what happened in the mouths of everyone he meets. Add unpredictable surges of phantom pain, and it'd be hard to carry out the tasks he's been assigned even if he wanted to.
Around noon, he pauses below a faded mural to juggle his list with a map of the city, the latter of which is floating in front of him as he hangs onto the list with his right hand. Past the side of the map, he spots a familiar face. It's another Kenoma, a guy Matt's seen but never talked to.
Matt isn't sure what level of enthusiasm for secret policing he should try to project here. But since he's pretty sure the guy has seen him, he can't not do anything.
After way too long a pause, he offers a nod. ]
iii. later days - get in loser we're going kidnapping (paul, m)
[ The streets are so quiet now.
Not a peaceful quiet–more like smothered with a pillow quiet. Sometimes when Matt closes his eyes, the space behind them fills with feathers. He tries to tell himself it's left over from the scry with Xishen, some form of PTSD or psychic hangover; but in his gut, he knows the connection is more mundane.
He still has a list of names, most of them uncrossed-out. As of right now–breakfast time at the inn he's made his base of operations–the list is pinned beneath his plate, names obscured by the scatter of his utensils. Matt's left arm is in his lap, held close against his body; his right holds a mug of coffee. A spoon stirs itself in the mug, then withdraws and clatters onto his plate.
He's going, okay? He just needs caffeine first. ]
II-A
The moment Matt proffers his flask is the first moment that Liem looks at him—really looks at him—since before they departed from the Citadel. His eyes go first to the shining silver, and he dredges himself from his thoughts, regarding Matt with the polite society smile that he’s long since learned to adopt when caught off-guard in social situations.]
You came prepared. I wouldn’t have thought to…
[His pleasantry trails off, leaving a conspicuous lull in his speech as his eyes flick over Matt’s person. The hastily erected smile falters.]
… To bring drinks.
[He can't keep the stricken look from his eyes as he scans their surroundings for an quiet place from which they might keep an eye on their current target. It should be simple to grab them unobtrusively once they're heading home from market, but he knows better than to spend the intervening time standing in the street. Liem gestures mechanically to a narrow staircase scaling the side of a nearby store. Crowning the building appears to be a modest rooftop garden.]
The vantage from the roof should be sufficient, don't you think?
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III.
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@pinkeyed - after the first few days (cw: some more gory stuff)
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even later days wildcard;
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dextera • pleroma (lover)
[ after ensuring he’s done what he can in godsblood, dextera takes the opportunity created from some of the other pleroma and uses the portal that’s been set up. he’s not sure he can do much more in venera than he did in godsblood, but he truthfully doesn’t think he can handle a public execution if their plans fail; his anxiety is, thus, better served by channeling it into action in venera.
he doesn’t actually expect to see much in venera, based on what the regent had announced. he doesn’t even know what he’s looking for until he sees it: a kenoma, someone he recognizes if not personally then from the regent’s address, with someone dextera knows must be regular citizen.
it doesn’t matter if they’re using violence to drag away the citizen or if it’s merely an intimidating conversation. dextera approaches, an unusually grim expression on his face for those who know him—and, maybe more importantly, a hand on the hilt of his sword. ]
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( note: i’d like to limit this to just one or two people! )
[ dextera has done something bad.
to his knowledge, no one saw it, and he cleaned it up as well as he could. he’s not going to get in trouble with any authorities, and there’s no body to discover. it’s true, he wasn’t able to scrub away all the bloodstains from the earth, and his panicky demeanor is as suspicious as they come, but no one saw him. he just needs to get to the portal to godsblood.
he’s got a full bag that he’s clutching to his chest, one glowing hand cradled underneath it as he suffuses whatever is inside with his purification. his hood is drawn up over his head to avoid recognition, but it’s not impossible that he’ll be seen.
he reminds himself, he just needs to get out of venera. ]
( for everything else! i’ll also be posting closed starters as needed, and/or we can plot something specific or you can give a twist to one of these prompts to personalize it or whatever. i’ll also be happy to do any aftermath threads here as well, i just didn’t want to make a prompt that was “come bother him!” even though that’s the situation he’ll largely be in. his plotting comment is here, but i’m also in the game discord and on plurk at
i.
From there it's straightforward, Eustace not even bothering with pretense to round up the man he's looking for. Unlike during his trip to Godsblood, he's never made the effort to conceal his identity in Venera, and the open loss of it now simply means he can move more freely and more brusquely. They make it out of the house and down the street, both of their pairs of feet leading them to the local prison.
Halfway there is, of course, when interference decides to rear its ugly head.
He sees Dextera approach, notes the way the young man's hand rests on the hilt of his sword - something new? he's never had one before - but he keeps moving forward silently and steadily. If Dextera wants to intervene, he'll have to do more than just walk forward. ]
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Hayame | Firebrand | Pleroma
[The last time Hayame had entered Venera, she had done so in her rightful form. With the Innocence ravaging the city, she'd not needed to be concerned for gawks and stares, but this time... To accomplish the mission, she can not be identified as an aion by anyone with working eyes just because there is no other jinba living in this world. As much as she despises magic, detests the imagined feel of it settled on her skin... Hayame enters the city this time glamored, so that it appears as if she walks among the populace as they do, on two weak legs. However, the face, the eyes, the everything above the waist... still looks like Hayame.
She is not experienced with magic enough, nor able to envision herself as looking as anyone but herself. She barely manages two legs.
But it's enough. Her body hasn't actually changed, there is still a seven foot tall, half ton jinba walking through Venera, and so she must avoid crowds and narrow alleys, anywhere someone might bump into invisible equine parts. Her bow is disguised in a bundle of bamboo-like stalks tied to her hunched back, as if she were merely a peddler swathed in a cloak. But as much as the idea of disguising herself, sneaking, makes her honor crawl... Hayame bites her tongue and sets herself up at several key locations in the city over the first few days. A courtyard near an Achamite guard barracks, the top of a staircases overlooking the canals leading to port, a corner of the main street.
Anywhere she can monitor the movements of the Achamite guards, seeking to memorize their patrols. Anywhere she can look for the faces of the Kenoma that she burned into her brain as the Regent spoke in all their minds.]
02 ↣ WILDCARD ↣ 鬼札
[Hayame will be present in Venera for the duration of the event, usually glamor'd to appear more human looking. Hit up my plotting comment/send a PM/hit me up at
FOR ESTINIEN ↣ THE TAKING OF TROPHIES ↣ 斬り捨て御免 (cw: beheading)
So on the outskirts of Venera, beside the man she has followed to this gods accursed city in order to hunt their enemies, the glamor that disguises Hayame as a human-looking woman with the same face flickers and breaks, leaving her frustrated and sweating slightly where she stands in the shadows of crumbling wall, the cracked fresco depicting aions past mocking her struggles.]
- just give me a moment.
[Her fist curls impotently, knuckles pale where she threatens to break a piece of the wall beneath her hand, casting a look at Estinien and then beyond, making sure no one was in sight.]
I can do it.
[If she couldn’t, what use would she be beyond pure bait? She’d be spotted as foreign the second anyone set eyes on her, and though she knew Estinien had and would take to the skies to do that himself… this time they needed a modicum of stealth.
And she could do it. She has to do it. Maybe if she imagined the stone beneath her palm as the Regent’s head, if she recalled the unbothered, smooth tone of its voice as it spoke of destroying their worlds-
The stone cracks.
Better that than her obsidian, arrowhead shaped shard in her other hand. (Right?)]
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FOR LIEM & MAKOTO (& LUO BINGHE) ↣ RESCUE INTERUPPTED ↣ 助け守れない物
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FOR J ↣ THE HUNT(ED) ↣ 首を洗って待つ (cw: beheading)
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APOLOGIES Still trying to hit a good pace with hitting these back, sob
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FOR CID ↣ SAILING TO FREEDOM ↣ 船酔い
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Cid Garlond | Pleroma | Artisan
Once they’ve gotten themselves situation in Venera, the real tasks begin. All Cid can do is trust that everything goes well, that they’re able to get as many people out of the city as possible. Given who they’re up against, he’d be lying if he said he was confident, but he doesn’t let it show on his face when he approaches his allies just the same.
With a sword sheathed at his hip, he looks better prepared than he did in the last mission to Venera, though he’s made no secret about being a pacifist, he’s not stupid. “I’m planning to be here as long as needed. I’m mostly going to be ensuring we’re capable of a swift exit, but if you find yourself in need of backup…”
A small circular shield appears around his left arm, plain but sturdy. “I should be capable of helping you.”
Despite their circumstances, Cid grins.
II – open; days 1-5
Without madness gripping at him, Cid is able to slip into the city easier this time. The Venerans don’t seem to think much of him‐ which is good, given they need to be on alert more this time. For Kenoma who are out to kill the rebels, for the rebels themselves.
Unlike the previous time he was here, Cid doesn’t look out of his mind. It means his first instinct isn’t to attack or pick fights with the Kenoma, but any of them paying even mild attention will be able to tell he’s watching the Kenoma carefully. Given the Regent had addressed all of them, and given that Cid had had a very public conversation with the Regent, it’s probably at the very least mildly unnerving, if not something closer to an attempt to pick a fight. Still, he won’t attack unless attacked first, even if it looks like he might be tempted to do so.
The fact that he’ll be doing what he can for everyday Venerans before they take to cowering in their homes will be notable if nothing else.
It's the Pleroma he’ll be approaching as the week goes on with short words of encouragement before he continues on his way.
III - closed to Meteion
It’s something of a miracle he’s able to track down Elise as easily as he does. It takes him the better part of a week, but eventually he finds her in the small home she’d been in when he’d been aimlessly wandering the streets in a haze. Though he’d been out of his mind at the time, her kindness had stuck with him, and it’s only now that he’s met her again that he’s realized tracking her down had been the correct decision. The plague moons ago had changed her. Made her bold and stubborn, and all it takes for him to realize he was right to seek her out, to get her out of the city, is her showing her latest creations. Blankets with little designs in them that are sure to anger the Kenoma, given how she’s been giving the blankets to people in need.
If she’s aware of what she’s doing, it doesn’t show on her face, she offers the same kindly smile she showed him moons ago. But she doesn’t object when he tells her she needs to leave.
The only problem will be getting her to the safehouse before they’re able to safely move the dissidents. He stops short when he catches sight of the blue-haired girl. Even without insights to the sects, he knows she’s Kenoma for a simple reason: he recognizes her from the cave. But he also knows of her because of Himeka.
Elise frowns at his wariness, and frowns deeper when his hand instinctively goes to the hilt of his sword before he quickly lets go. “She’s only a child,” she says quietly, and proceeds to greet Meteion before Cid can stop her. “Hello there, dear.”
IV – open; day 8
The loss of so many Veneran rebels is beginning to weigh heavily on Cid’s mind. He knew there would be casualties; he’s Garlean, after all. In the nations that were crushed by the Empire, countless people, both rebels and not, had been lost. Far from inspiring despair in him, it only means to further drive him to protect the people of Venera. The Regent may have told him that the people of Horos suffer, but as far as he’s concerned, if the Aion are truly gods, it falls to them to improve the lives of all who live in the cities.
He's no god, but he’ll not let the Regent win. Their goal is something he fought against in his own world, for the sake of the entire star. He’s no warrior like the Scions, but the Ironworks had done their part in finishing the construction of the Ragnarok.
Though he won’t be approaching the Kenoma outright, he watches any he sees carefully. It might end up being rather uncomfortable— or strange, given he’s armed, but it doesn’t seem like he’s ready for a confrontation at least not yet. His hand does twitch, though, like his instinct is to go for his sword.
Pleroma getting approached warmly in contrast, though given what they’re up against, his greetings are terse. “How are you fairing?”
III: when grannies attack
"Hello, ma'am!" But the happiness fades quickly, and her eyes flick to Cid, but with concern, rather than accusation. "You probably shouldn't be here right now, ma'am. You should probably let your son get you to safety as soon as he can. Right, sir?"
It's a pointed look she gives the artisan, now, even as she nods pleasantly at them both.
"Oh, and ma'am, here, let me tuck that blanket in, please, if you don't mind? It's so lovely and such fine work!" At which point Meteion tucks in the leading edge of the design, so it's simply a pretty blurb of color. The entelechy bows, but her gestures are urgent enough. Get out of here.
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Silco ➔ Visionary ➔ Kenoma
❶ Open
He spends a great deal of time invisible. He'd been in Achamoth now, to find shoes with soft soles, perfect for creeping, and perfect for not being caught outright. Stalking targets, creeping through the streets, it's easy, given his newfound power, and Silco is more than pleased. It made for an advantage he'd never had when he was in Zaun, and while the streets of Venera make the bile rise in his throat after the Innocence's attempt to take him over, he's quick to force it down, and focus on the mission.
He can't be invisible the entire time, though. At one point, he can be found in a small shop, or a cafe, ostensibly looking over trinkets, or eating a meal -- although he barely touches it, and if one looks closer, although he'll have a cigar in his hands, a book, or perhaps wares... he isn't focused entirely on whatever is in front of him.
He's watching. Someone.
Or perhaps you've caught him speaking to an informant, hands clasped behind his back, leaning forward. There's no threat, yet, but with the body language, he looks close to a snake ready to strike. ]
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❷ CLOSED - Eustace - Agri-capture
your puns...........
(8 I'm glad you like them!!
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❸ CLOSED - Out of Orderly (Kim Kitsuragi)
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❹ CLOSED - Ice Shards - Closed to Kaeya
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Thoma | Pleroma | Wanderer
⇢ closed to Kaeya
While poised on the edge of a rooftop, he remains vigilant of any potential raids, observing what few Venerans are still roaming out this late and keeping his ears attuned to any sounds of struggle. He soon picks up the escalating thuds of trotting footsteps and spots someone desperately trying to run away before a familiar figure comes into view, mostly notable from the long tail of blue hair and the eyepatch.
Thoma frowns as he hadn't quite expected to run into Kaeya here and not under these circumstances, though he's aware that the Kenomas are bound by orders. From what he's heard through the grapevine, disobeying the Regent has severe consequences, but a part of him had hoped that defiance would have triumphed over fear and that more of them would have defected by now. Unfortunately, his hopes continuously prove to be a tad too naive, and as much as he hates the thought of fighting those he's fond of, he also can't allow innocents to suffer for offering them assistance.
With his mind firmly made up, he grabs his spear and takes a running leap off the edge of the building he's camped out on, abruptly cutting off Kaeya in his tracks by landing in front of him. ]
Didn't think we'd meet again like this, but I can't let you pass. No hard feelings right?
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⇢ closed to Estinien
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Ryunosuke | Pleroma | Champion
Captivity | Closed to Kenoma
Ryunosuke is no stranger to captivity. Twice in his life he’s been locked up under suspicion of criminal activity, and both instances account for what he can and will readily describe as nothing less than the very worst experiences of his entire life.
That was before Horos, mind. It’s only his third month in this world, but he’s already experienced so many awful things to give being wrongfully accused of murder some stiff competition on the whole ‘worst life experiences’ scale.
And yet, nothing has actually managed to surpass it yet: the loneliness and despair of being singled out for a heinous crime he had no actual part in? Being shouted at and interrogated by the police and officials who refused to believe him, no matter how much he tried to beg and plead his innocence. Spending days cooped up in a tiny cell, uncertain of his own future, monitored by guards who would seize any opportunity to call him scum and remind him, in no uncertain terms, that his guilt was a foregone conclusion. He was already a criminal in their eyes, and deserved to be treated as such, before he’d even gone to trial.
At least this time, he’s being locked up for something he actually did; that’s a nice change of pace, he supposes.
That’s kind of where the silver linings end, though. He can only hope the Venerans he was protecting have made it the rest of the way to safety by now… Everything else about his situation beyond that, is fairly dire. He’s not sure why the Kenoma brought him out to this weird storehouse instead of locking him up in the actual prison where the rebel Venerans have been getting dragged off to, but whatever the reasoning is, Ryunosuke is sure it doesn’t bode well.
So... What's going to happen to him now? He can't reach his shard to call for help, he has no means of getting out of these ropes... Are they going to take him back to Achamoth? There’s little he can do but speculate. Speculate, and observe from his spot on the floor, where he’s been tied up against a sturdy pillar ever since Kaeya first dragged him back here.
Whatever the case, he seems to be in no mood to entertain visitors. His expression is grim, and, if you’ve talked to him at all before now, seems uncharacteristically unfriendly. He definitely shows signs of having been in a fight recently, sporting a few scrapes and bruises, and has his left arm wrapped up in bandages.
Over all, he seems to try not to engage with or even acknowledge the parade of Kenoma who come through to keep an eye on him, but… Well, there’s nothing stopping YOU from trying to strike up a conversation with him anyway, if you want. It’s not like he can get away :/ It’s either that, or you might catch him looking at you reeeeal hard when he thinks you’re not paying attention... Like he’s trying to stare through you with those big ol’ eyes of his, the tip of his new scale-clad tail flicking up and down like an irritable cat’s.
[OOC again; prose or brackets both fine, I'll match whatever you like. If you feel like your character would take the opportunity to physically mess him up in some way, I'm potentially open to it...! Just lmk so we can work out the details.]
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slithers my way in here
hohohho >:3
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makoto ("m") | kenoma | firebrand
FOR RYU:
when ryu leaves a local tavern early on in their time in venera, someone separates from the crowds filling the street to follow him, eventually lengthening their stride so that they fall in step alongside him. the young man might be difficult to recognize, even if he has less changed his face but more the features associated with it — it is, after all, easier to use a glamour if it's something you feel familiar to, and he's quite familiar with how he had appeared when he was still human. the short-haired young man trotting alongside ryu now wears the dusty and dirtied clothes of a young apprentice; he's found this appearance remarkably good for getting around unnoticed in the city, as few seemed interested in sparing a second glance for a nondescript young man out on errands for whichever artisan had taken him under their wing.
this disguise was, of course, just a minor illusion, and any Aion that had developed True Sight through their attunement to their sect would be able to see through it easily enough. the same was true, of course, for the disguise that ryu was wearing in kind. that's how makoto had noticed him at first, and just as easily as he could've left well enough alone... well, he hadn't been able to help himself from approaching. sometimes you just have a thirst for the dramatic. )
You're far less conspicuous than the last time I found you here. ( the blithe smile on his face matches his tone of voice. ) That's good.
( his brazenness is both characteristic and leveraging from his assumption that ryu (hopefully) wouldn't make too much of a scene in the middle of a somewhat crowded street... )
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FOR BINGHE: (communion)
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Kim Kitsuragi | Pleroma | Martyr
[The ship from Godsblood wouldn't remain in the port for long. Even for an unremarkable trade freighter, it would start to raise suspicion if the crew didn't act with enough urgency to get their return shipment back home.
Kim worked alongside them to unload their cargo, and shuffled off to the tavern with them at nightfall. Instead of retiring with a tankard of ale, however, he slips out the back entrance and into the darkness of Venera's alleys.
They're much easier to navigate without vestigial wing bones poking out of his back and feathers fluttering at his wrists. He also left his more conspicuous tweed jacket at home in favor of a long, black coat that all but swallows him whole. The collar obscures his face, and the train of it behind him muffles his footsteps, which he keeps light against the cobblestones on his way to rendezvous with the other Pleroma who'd taken up the call to organize a rescue operation.
He sticks to smaller streets and alleys, slipping into shadow at any sign of guards on the prowl. Once he reaches the appointed meeting place, he doesn't emerge immediately, and instead lets out his signal-- a low whistle the untrained ear would mistake for the call of an owl.]
II. Extraction (final day)
[Compartmentalization is a skill that Kim has always taken pride in, for better or worse. In his line of work, allowing every little atrocity Revachol had to offer to crawl under his skin would only make it harder to get out of bed every morning.
However, when he looks out of the window from the safe house he and the Pleroma had acquired, the sight of barren streets makes the locks on the firmly shut filing cabinet of his mind rattle. The events of the week press down on him like stones at his back, and for a moment, he's rooted to the spot, imagining what eerie calm his parents may have seen before conflict knocked on their door with the butt of a rifle.
A ripple of Communion drags Kim into the present, and he slams those open drawers shut. There were people here with a boat waiting for them.]
((if you're looking for a more specific starter, hit up my plotting comments or the contacts within!))
II
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[ although he doesn’t say anything, through communion or gestures or otherwise, the way he silently comes over to stand just slightly behind and to the side of kim suggests a form of concern. the air, perhaps the mental landscape, is odd. ]
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I hope you don't mind a wildcard?
totally fine!
I swear I'm trying to hit a faster turnaround on these too...
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kim dokja, pleroma | martyr.
kaeya.
It's avoiding the Kenoma Aions that's the real struggle here. With a sword in hand and an obvious Veneran in tow, they stick out too much and it's not hard to put the pieces together, especially when the whole city seems to have boarded itself up overnight. Stealth has never been a strong suit of Dokja's, and he makes that clear every time a soldier calls out for him to stop and he engages in a fight almost immediately.
Hey, if it works... ]
We're almost there.
[ He tries for reassuring as he turns to the young woman hurrying after him. While she has a shawl wrapped around her head for some semblance of cover, there's no hiding the very real fear in her eyes. Even so, she takes a deep breath, nods, and schools her features into one of determination, every part of her relying on him to get her out of here.
And he intends to do just that, crossing through an open street while keeping his eyes peeled for anyone else looking to stop them. ]
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Majorita | Kenoma | Firebrand (OTA)
It had been a long time coming. The tiny girl had been held back for so very long. She'd been forced to follow rules that weren't her style, forced to make nice with people she didn't care about, and it had been having an effect on her. Her edge had begun to dull. Too many foolish parties and useless conversations had been making her slowly forget what she was: a demon.
But then came the decree. All the bitterness and disdain towards the world bubbled forth the moment the Regent declared their intent to cleanse the 'traitors' from Venera. It was the sort of command she was used to, the sort she was good at carrying out, and one that did not make her feel even the slightest bit of apprehension.
She is, however, not used to showing discretion. In the past, she would simply wipe the offending city out of existence entirely, stripping it clean of life and leaving nothing behind but a burning husk. To pick through so many people for so few was maddeningly frustrating. This was likely why the girl's methods were so crudely refined.
Somehow, the girl had cornered a man much taller then her. Standing almost 2 feet taller then she did, it was almost comical to see him cowering from her, but the girl had her shard openly displayed, so he knew just what was speaking with him. "There really is no reason for you to keep pretending you don't know who I am talking about. One way or another I'm going to find him. Are you some sort of idiot that wants to get marked a traitor, too? I'm not supposed to kill you....yet, at least." If her little challenge in the Regent's mindscape had not made her allegiance obvious, her actions certainly did.
II: Downtime on the Third Day
It was very obvious that the owner of the establishment she was at was not pleased with her presence. Two full days of attempting to hunt down a traitor had given her enough leads to work with. She'd been working with a focus unlike her. The reason was simple. She wanted to make her 'master' proud. But she still had needs, and now that need was for a warm meal. That was why she could be found seated at a small restaurant, sitting at an outdoor table looking out onto the streets. She had caused no trouble for anyone there, but word had spread about the tiny Aion, and that she seemed as intent on finding certain people just like many of the others that had suddenly appeared in the city. What few people were around were giving her a wide berth.
III: The Fourth Day: Target Found
All her threats, veiled and otherwise, had finally paid off. She'd tracked one of the targets down, catching the poor man in an attempt to flee from his hiding place in a warehouse that had been storing art supplies. The man, looking to be in his late 20s to early 30s, hadn't stuck around long enough to find out what she'd wanted. The rumors had reached his ears, he knew what was going to happen if he was caught. And so he ran. A cross look touches the girl's face. "Don't even bother!" With a gesture of one hand, the man suddenly seems to stumble in his retreat. It isn't even obvious what she'd done, but the man's scared cries give a hint. "M...m..my body, why does it feel so heavy? I....no, I don't deserve this! I...I...I ...."
His stuttering is interrupted by the girl, sounding irritated as if she was insulted even having to listen o it.. "Quiet, traitor. You'll be put on trial for your crimes soon enough." A wild grin touches her face. "If you're as innocent as you say, you'll be allowed to go home once that has been prove. So, you have nothing to fear, right? That is, unless you're LYING to me!"
IV: Day Five : The inevitable result
It was no coincidence that the demon picked a public place to carry out her duty. Her captive had been taken to a residential sector. She had noticed fewer and fewer people on the streets. But if it happened near their homes, they would not be able to ignore it. The man is dressed in a ragged robe and looks positively haggard. Any fight he may have had in him seems to have died.
The demon herself, however, is dressed remarkably fancy. Forgoing her normal attire, she has opted to wear the fancy dress she had only worn once before, a black dress that was all frills and ribbons. Clearly she wanted to look good while doing her duty. At her wait was a sheathed dagger. "Attention, citizens of Venera! You cower in your homes, but I know you hear my voice. This man, Alott Garus, has been found guilty of treason against our noble ruler. All that they demand is obedience, but it seems that for some of you even that role is too difficult to carry out. Thus I, Death Witch Majorita, shall reap his pitiful life. Let his end serve as an example so this does not need to happen again in the future!"
With a swift motion, she pulls the blade from it's sheath and begins to move towards the man. He seems resolved, or perhaps has simply accepted his fate, because he barely seems to even notice the girl approaching him with the intent of ending his life.
III
He spots Marjorita from his vantage point on a rooftop-- or more accurately, he first hears the anguished cries of the man in distress, pleading for mercy. Of course it would be her. Even if she had shown she was capable of showing a softer side back at the beach, she and many of the other Kenoma were still, at heart, loyal to the Regent. And unlike the rest, she had been one of the ones keen to torment Venerans from the beginning.
He feels a flash of anger, and knows clearly what he has to do. He activates his Hundred Power to amplify his speed and strength, his eyes glowing blue and a blue aura overtaking his body. Then he takes a running leap from the roof, aiming a flying kick directly down at Marjorita.
Hey I finally get to use this icon!
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toge inumaki | pleroma | innocent
i. naivety (early days)
ii. determination (toward the end)
iii. wildcard
II - here for charades;
The peculiarity of it causes his steps to stutter to a standstill before he blinks a little cluelessly at Toge. ]
Eh? You want seaweed?
[ He should have dried and salted some strips to bring with him on the road, but he hasn't really found a tasty enough variety in this world. Most of what he has found has been too offensive to his tastebuds to consider feeding it to another person. ]
They swiped my food pack while I was locked up unfortunately. There went all the snacks I had to tide me over while roaming around Venera. I had some pretty good rice cakes, too.
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time for sits.
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Father Paul Hill | Kenoma | Martyr
[Paul is able to find his target well enough; it's easier in the early days, because the early days are when he can get things done with words and not with physical force, when people aren't cowering in their homes and actively keeping their mouths shut as much as humanly possible. And it's then that he gets the information that he needs, just through some of the connections he'd made back during the days of the Innocence plague.
The fact that the target is a minor gives him pause, far more than anything else he's been told to do might have, but in the end he shakes it off; he has to respect this as much as anything else, and if that means the kid has to become a sacrifice to the Kenoma's ends, then… Well, that's giving his death more meaning than most others receive.
It's a good thing, because it has to be a good thing. In the end, that's what matters.
It's once night falls that he finds the kid; all the better to deface public property under cover of darkness, but unfortunately that doesn't account for those that can see in the dark. The conversation Paul is engaged in with the kid seems calm enough for now; the early days can afford for the conversation to be easy. Calming.]
This is yours…? I just wanted to talk to you about your work, if so. You could say I'm interested.
[II. Freely you have received; freely give.]
[Generally speaking, however, Paul keeps his head down most days; he isn't much of a combatant and he knows it, but that doesn't mean he has to be completely useless. Communion is sent out among his fellow Kenoma, quick and straightforward.]
If you find yourself injured, either now or in the days to come, I'm available to you.
[It's followed up with a brief indication of where he is, where he's set up; if healing is needed, he's here most of the time. He can be encouraged to join others; he's also here for all your proselytizing needs, should you be feeling hesitant in what you've been asked to do.
Because the truth of the matter is that this is good, as far as he's concerned. It's good because it has to be good.
And in the end that's what matters.]
[III. Wildcard.]
[I will follow your lead wherever you're willing to take me.]
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loaves and fisheswater and meat pies. But she at least does these things with a cheerful smile.]Hello, Father! I've brought a little bit to tide you over. I'm sure you're being kept busy.
[It's not like she hasn't seen Estinien winging his way over Venera, but so far, she's kept herself out of his vengeful gaze. That or he's not looking for her. Still, acting like a quail under the eyes of a hawk has borne out for her.]
How are you doing?
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Closed Starters: Yuya | Lover | Pleroma
Meteion - early-mid event
So he joins the group sneaking their way back into the city. And though he tries to keep a low profile... there's a limit to how little he can interact with them.
He has his hood drawn up, the last of what dried snacks he brought with him already dried up. So he tentatively walks by some stalls in the early morning market, jools gripped tight in his hand as he eyes breads, cheeses, jams... oh, he can smell something baked that's delicious.
He spins around, trying to find the source of it and nearly colliding with someone with a mumbled:] Sorry.
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