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( introlog #5 ) strangerer things

You have spent the last few days on Thesa Station, taking in the knowledge that your world is no more. Perhaps you've made some friends (or maybe an enemy or two). Either way, you aren't expected to spend all of your time on the Station. El Nysa needs you, after all, and you promised you'd help the planet thrive. Are you ready?

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THESA STATION    
All refugees on the station are called to the hangar where a large-scale teleporter has been set up; everyone will be sent to the planet together. Simply step onto the space between the arrays and wait. Before they depart, all new refugees will be given a starter kit!

You may have heard about earlier technical difficulties, but don't worry. I promise everything is in perfect working order this time. I'd say I tested it myself, but since that's not exactly possible, you'll just have to trust me! (Please.)

The older refugees will also be there to guide you to ensure no one is left confused... or behind. Make sure you wait for them — I've been detecting something odd so I'll be having them meet you at the landing site. Good luck, refugees! Not that you'll be needing it or anything...

The arrays begin to hum and glow, quickly building into a brilliant wash of light. It creates a column that travels all the way from Thesa Station to the surface of El Nysa. With the night sky as a canvas, the beam can be seen all the way from Olympia and Wyver — a view that has the natives whispering of blessings.

As a sudden but beautiful aurora splays across the sky, the refugees down on the planet receive a message asking them to travel to the landing site — and warning them to prepare for what may come of the strange readings Zasere's gotten from the teleport itself.
ON A BEAM OF LIGHT    

Traveling through the light leaves the impression of blinding starlight, a strange sense of weightlessness, and a disorienting moment of total sensory deprivation. The radiance of your teleport hangs bright in the sky above you, a shimmering aurora that reflects off the calm waters below, visible for miles all around.

You've landed on a peninsula to the east of the South Outpost. There's little here — scattered trees on spring-barren plains, with a few overgrown, dilapidated structures poking out of the brush. All is quiet save for the keening of animals and the gentle lapping of waves against the shore. This lonely desolation is hardly the bustling cities and vibrant cultures you were promised back on the station...
BY CAMPFIRE'S GLOW. But waiting for you is a group of your predecessors, and with them, a veritable tent city, with portable stoves, coolers of food and drink, comfortable bedrolls, and cheerful rings of bonfires — all that you need to make merry of the night, courtesy of Overseer Voss, who has, thanks to his interest in blessed meteorological phenomena and refugees, decided to make a holy expedition of the affair.

Settle in, meet new comrades, and enjoy yourself, for you've safely completed your journey. But don't wander too far from the fires — the dark is closing in, and there's a strange, electric feeling in the air, the scent of ozone drifting on the breeze. And what were those odd readings Zasere mentioned?



A SHEPHERD OVER THE FLOCK. The spring sun dawns on a grey morning, already burning away the fog rolling in off the sea. It quickly becomes apparent that Voss and his entourage of acolytes have been up for hours, hard at work. They've set up a brightly-draped stage and a travel pulpit, magically enchanted to amplify his voice, and as the sun breaks over the horizon, Voss is all set to do what he does best: proselytize.

As our Goddess has sent Her blessing once before to herald the coming of those touched by Her light, so She has done once again! Here you see them, those surrounded by the light of our Goddess, each of them bearing the mark upon their skin of Her holiest of hands! Do you not see? Do none among you bear witness to the righteousness of Her message? Perhaps this is why our people have shamed themselves in front of our Goddess—

[ He continues for another 15 minutes... ]

Nevertheless. See you them before us now! See them as they are, coming to our gates with Her reminder, that these people must be treated with the utmost respect and care. Thesa's divinity is not to be treated with such flagrant disregard! Those who She chooses are not ours to use as mindless fodder, to hurt, to torture — shame upon those who allowed such deeds to shame us under Her watchful gaze!

To those of you who have just arrived here on our doorstep, be not afraid! The Temples of Thesa welcome you to our home with hearts and minds open! Should you ever find yourself in need of solace, seek out the Temples, as there are no greater allies to you than those of us within the Temple walls. You are welcome all to Olympia!


As he steps away from the enchanted podium, he can be heard saying aside to an acolyte, "How was that? Heavy on the shame, but I think it went well!" While he will not leave the area immediately, his acolytes will politely turn away attempts to speak with him and remind anyone interested that they can leave a message at the Temples.
CLOSE ENCOUNTERS    

Despite going off without hitch, the new refugees' arrival isn't entirely without incident. It seems that the "blessed" beam of light that brought the refugees down to El Nysa brought something else along with it — a sliver of the Storm. At least the beam was short enough that only a small fraction managed to squeeze through.

But it's enough to wreak a little havoc around the landing site and along the road back toward Olympia and Wyver — and even, for a few days, in the cities themselves.
THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE. The Storm is an undeniably destructive force, and that's proven with this small sliver's effect as it ripples across the continent. While there's no visible sign of its presence, strange phenomena soon begin to appear, corresponding with Zasere's odd readings.

They're innocuous little things at first. A sudden silence, animals going quiet, insects stilling. All technology, no matter how advanced, ceases working. You discover when you check with a friend, the clock on your phone is twelve minutes slow even though you'd swear only a minute had passed — time missing. Walking through the woods takes longer than it should when brushing past one bush leads to brushing past that same bush again — and again, and again, the area looping on itself. It keeps you trapped, going in circles for minutes, even hours, before finally releasing you in a random direction.

Or perhaps you'll feel a sense of deja vu, like you've walked down this road, taken this turn, seen that bird fly from this branch before. This is the second time that cat has crossed your path. The person you're meeting, you already know their name; you're certain you've already met.



WE GOT COWS. The Storm sliver also ushers in sudden, localized weather anomalies — heavy storms, blizzards, strong winds, and more. Affected areas range from just a few feet wide to nearly half a mile. One minute, the sky may be sunny and clear, but the next dark storm clouds roll in, unleashing torrential rain. Small tornadoes surge along the road, kicking up winds strong enough to knock people over and carry objects away. Hail hurtles down from the sky, but only in a ten foot radius. Temperatures fluctuate wildly between one extreme and the next, from heat waves to cold snaps. Soupy fog blankets the area, thick enough that you can barely see your hand in front of your face. Good luck finding your way!



FORGETTING IS SO LONG. The visions come on suddenly and with very little warning. One second, you're carrying on as normal — but the next, you blink and find yourself (and anyone near you) somewhere else completely. You may recognize this place as a moment from the past, one that you lived through. It's a memory, your memory, and it now replays around you in exceptional detail, unnervingly lifelike. Or you may not recognize it at all. It might belong to the person next to you, or to someone else entirely — a memory that the Storm has swallowed up.

Either way, the scene plays out just as it once did, and there's nothing you can do to stop it — or escape it. The memory surrounds you to no end: every door you open leads nowhere, every hallway you turn down continues on forever, every horizon you flee toward hangs just out of reach. And linger too long or turn the wrong corner, and you may find yourself abruptly stuck in a completely different memory. It's almost tempting, then, to give up, to let the past sweep you away...

But this isn't the full might of the Storm. Look closely, and you can see that in the walls of this trap, there are minute, hairline cracks, a facade of fractured glass. Imperfections in the memory where the real world is breaking through. It seems the only way to escape these memories is to find those cracks and break through them — by force, by will, or by some other method entirely.
DECISIONS, DECISIONS...    

The time is coming to make a choice — perhaps not a permanent choice, but unless you want to spend the rest of your nights out under the stars, you'll need to pick which city you will initially spend your time in. On the horizon, you will see that people have arrived to help you make that decision...
A FORK IN THE ROAD. Refugees and the hyper-religious wishing to hear Voss speak are not the only ones out and about under the light of the aurora. Citizens of both Olympia and Wyver have flocked to a point on the road midway between the cities and where the refugees have appeared, and they all have the same goal in mind: convincing the newcomers who have just descended in the blessed light of Thesa to come to their city and not the other.

They've come with bribes — that is, examples of what their cities have to offer. If you spent much time at the exhibition up on Thesa Station, you might recognize some of what's being shown off, though the offerings here are markedly more tangible, and shown off by hawkers wearing substantially fewer clothes.

A herd of pegasi accompanies the Olympians, while a line of flying serpents is stabled at a tent bearing Wyver colors. Refugees are given the chance to experience solo flights and are told that if they prove their loyalty, they may have the privilege of owning such fine beasts one day themselves. The Olympians have also brought couture clothing, jewelry, and makeup to offer a taste of Olympian splendor, while the Wyver delegation has brought along fine weapons, sense-enhancing jungle plants, and small vials of diluted dragon’s blood (drinking confers a temporary boost in strength) to demonstrate their might. The Olympians speak proudly of the glory of the Temples of Thesa; the Wyverns speak of the Volkkran Pact and inform newcomers that they can make a pilgrimage to the summit of Namarak Mountain at the next full moon.

This is as good a time as any to compare your plans with others around you and exchange contact information before going your separate ways with people who are going to the city you are not. When you’re ready to go, don’t worry about safe passage — the natives of each city will gladly escort you there in luxury.



OF WHITE AND GOLD. The people of Olympia are ecstatic that you’ve come to join them... So much so that they’ve prepared a grand tour of the city for the new arrivals. You will be introduced to the major businesses in the city, including businesses that they are proud to point out were founded by refugees.

Refugees who have been here for some time already are encouraged to pair up with newcomers to introduce them to the parts of the city they like best. To facilitate this, they’ve made arrangements with many of the business owners: new refugees who visit their shops (and older refugees who escort them) are given discounts!

Just a few examples of many: the Wyvernest offers free desserts to first time visitors with the purchase of a drink, refugees who visit the Silk Wyrms can have one custom (though not exceedingly expensive) outfit made for them for free, and visitors to Shades Darker are offered a half-hour session with one of the prostitutes at half price… or access to a private room, if they seem to have taken a shine to one of their companions on the tour.

Lastly, tour guides will point out that over the course of the next week, the train to Flona Cove will allow new refugees to board for free so that they can experience the seaside for themselves. With the weather finally starting to warm, this is as good a time as any for a visit to the beach, isn’t it?



OF RED AND BLACK. Life in Wyver is typically a sink-or-swim sort of experience — but in light of the valor recently displayed by their predecessors, the natives are now more willing to assist in getting newcomers settled. The entire journey here they have been talking up the virtues of their city… and now is the time to show everything that's on offer.

The well-known businesses in the city are prepared for the influx of newcomers. Some are giving out discounted samples of their products while others are offering a more hands-on experience: in exchange for working a few hours, they will give training in whatever task is being performed.

At the Forged, newcomers can learn the basics of crafting simple weapons (and take one of their successes home), while visitors to spas near the lagoons are trained in the art of massage. Those who wander to Falmi’s Ring can learn the art of pugilism or how to keep (and fix) books if they're more inclined to the gambling that goes on. Newcomers interested in Wyver's dragons can get hands-on experience at the Fields of the Exalted's nursery. While they walk from place to place, a guide may point out a job posting from Highwind Hires, noting that refugees can make a name for themselves outside official channels.

The last stop on the tour is the Undergrowth. The guides speak of the jungle in reverent tones and caution new refugees not to wander too far in. They warn never to explore alone, but also urge refugees to take time to familiarize themselves with it; after all, the jungle is an important part of life in Wyver, and those who are going to be living here should understand it as well as they do.
You've chosen your path, refugee, but that doesn't necessarily make it a permanent one. Watch out for the strange effects of the Storm, which linger still in the two cities and everywhere in between for the next few days before dissipating just as mysteriously as they came, but otherwise enjoy the welcome and make yourself at home — after all, this is home now.
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unos: (ᴀɴᴅ don't be worried)

[personal profile] unos 2018-04-11 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ No, this is opposite of what he wanted! Why is every redhead so rude and bossy?

Despite his protests Katsura just... allows her to pass, though he does turn to hurry after her.
]

I mean it, he's incredibly shifty! You don't know what he might try to sell you!

[ In the memory, the conversation proceeds rather sedately for a moment. Unsurprisingly, Takasugi can't be talked out of his extremism. Katsura seems to accept that and welcomes him to destroy the country if he wishes, and subsequently promises to stop him the moment he threatens the lives of said country's citizens.

The present-time Katsura is plainly agitated, but he does a pretty good job of ignoring it. Right now, his attention is focused on the balcony behind and above memory-Katsura.
]

And there could be other things to worry about here, too.

[ He remembers how his next part goes, and he can already see the pair that's about to ambush him lurking in the shadows. Even if nothing here has reacted to their presence yet doesn't mean things will stay that way. ]
arcane: (pic#11405450)

i got you fam

[personal profile] arcane 2018-04-11 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ ( da vinci voice ) dark and mysterious....?

( mashu voice ) transfer student?

it will never cease to amaze him how quickly people adapt to a given situation or circumstance. despite asking on a whim, he receives a response that's entirely in tune with the scenario. ... it's one that was even puzzling for arjuna himself. hence, he finds himself almost incredulous at this man's ability.

were these concepts common in other words, he wonders? or was this man just very attuned to this sort of talk. still, it seems from what he's gathered of the situation from these memories, they had sacrificed siegfried in order to make this time. he supposes it would be a disgrace to call attention to themselves (if that was possible). from what arjuna discerns, perhaps like in thesa station, the way out was to continue this farce.... (he's wrong.)

hence—
] I see. Then let us see what sort of dialogue you've prepared for our Master. [ he says this....

but, could he even create dialogue that fits his role? stay tuned.
]
verflair: (006)

[personal profile] verflair 2018-04-11 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ oh no Morgana.... Morgana baby...... ]

I'm afraid not.

[ The question is a little strange, yes, but not stranger than anything else he's been asked in this place. ]

I am what is called a miqo'te, and we have ever looked like this.
ukase: DW: famira (Whoa show pony)

ii. Extreme meet-ups

[personal profile] ukase 2018-04-11 03:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Rumlow hadn't planned on swaggering his way to the non-hobo tent city to visit the noobs from the sky. He wasn't particularly interested in them at all, since what could any of them actually bring him? He was ignoring the fact that HYDRA was gone, that he was alone, and that he had better get used to it so help him god.

Maybe he dragged himself there in hopes that Rollins would show up. Maybe he was thinking Pierce was too much of an old bastard to stay away. Or perhaps the Asset would step out and make things exciting for him.

Instead, he found himself wandering through tent city seeing absolutely no one at first. There were some interesting looking people, but he was intent to wander out of the place almost as soon as he made a single round of it, avoiding the likes of those he had encounters with previously since arriving. That was when he caught sight of red hair leaving camp, and that wasn't unusual. The side-profile was familiar enough that he didn't even bother to stalk her, thinking it was impossible anyway. He had been a much younger man and she had been so much smaller.

He headed out not long after her, skirting any path that might land them together so he could instead go for higher ground. Of course, once he found the rocky rises that would be suitable, the sky opened up in a blizzard, and he was left finding the the biggest cave that could admit him to take refuge. He wasn't worried; if it was her, the Widows practically thrived in the snow.

He leaned on the edge of the cave, looking into the snow, and it was only her red hair that gave her away as she seemed to naturally melt from the snow and wind as if it were her element. Nothing like the stupid cement box they kept her in way back when. He stepped out as she approached the entrance, crossing his arms over his chest. Seeing her, he knew her.]


Look who grew up. Seems like you've outgrown those training bras Johnson bought you.
fakers: (pic#11659606)

[personal profile] fakers 2018-04-11 03:27 am (UTC)(link)
[ though he doesn't immediately recognize jj, he nonetheless seems vaguely familiar... perhaps someone he'd seen in passing, or something along those lines.

why he'd get dragged into this vision, of all people, archer has no idea. ]


Something like that. [ he sniffs at the air, frowning slightly. he's not wrong... the fact that archer hadn't even noticed is a bit troubling. the reason why is simple enough: he's far too used to this. ]

Just think of it at your mind playing tricks on you. [ all the same, he seems way too comfortable with this scenario to be completely oblivious as to what's going on. ]
fiendennor: (39)

[personal profile] fiendennor 2018-04-11 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, I see. [She takes the marshmallow and frowns at it, squishing it between her fingers. It feels almost doughy.] So you stick it on a pole and put it in the fire?

This is a... marshmallow, correct? I didn't realize you were supposed to cook them.
beknight: ([ bvs ] 51.)

iii.

[personal profile] beknight 2018-04-11 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
Yes.

[ He's — well he's lurking, just keeping an eye on people trying to get through the woods. Something's always going on, that if it bears knowing about. He's been hoping for the sea serpents again, honestly, if only for something to do. ]

[ It's not surprising to see her down here, and he doesn't stay concealed by the underbrush long, stepping out, looking around. ]

Watch your step.
fiendennor: (34)

[personal profile] fiendennor 2018-04-11 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
[She nods, once. Her expression is quiet.] I understand that. My friends aren't here, either.

I'd say that you'll make new ones, but honestly, that's poor comfort at this point. [She admits, with a soft shrug.]

Are you one of the new arrivals?
icingonthecake: (about that)

[personal profile] icingonthecake 2018-04-11 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
Wow, rude, he is trying to help.

Crouched beside the woman, he notes the disapproving up-and-down, and frowns a little.

"Something like that, sure," he says, letting the little flame dance across his knuckles before cupping it in his palm. Usually people are a little more... impressed with this trick. She must come from a world where magic is common, rats.

Shrugging one shoulder, he rises back to his feet, still cupping the little flame.

"I mean, if you don't want it, who am I to force help on anybody...?" he lilts, his eyes winging skyward. "I just figured since we're all kind of in the same boat here, why not lend a hand where I'm able?"

We can discuss the owing of favors later. He's negotiable.
diamondize: (This went bad. Everyone is crying)

[personal profile] diamondize 2018-04-11 03:32 am (UTC)(link)
It's not the-- [Diamond looks up and has to pause a moment, because Waver looks remarkably like Yellow Diamond that for a moment all they can do is stare. They can't help but wonder what Yellow Diamond would say to this... Probably some stupid pun, honestly, and it almost makes them laugh before they remember Waver asked a question.

Dia shakes their head and starts again.
] It's not the bracelet part, exactly, but... The, um... Gems? [Dia winces a little as if just talking about it was painful.] I don't like the thought of the gems being... Cut down like that... [A pause and they add] And I did say 'no,' but they keep insisting, an it'd be a little rude to use violence here.
unos: (ᴅᴏɴ·ᴛ lose your courage)

[personal profile] unos 2018-04-11 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
Own one...

[ That's right, their handlers had been promising as much. The prospect is appealing, but... ]

I already have Elizabeth. He might get jealous if I replace him...

[ So no, that won't be happening. Besides... ]

And there's no way to know which cause it worth joining just from something like this.
constellationy: (oo1)

[personal profile] constellationy 2018-04-11 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ Lucky you, Noctis. You must really like her!!

He wakes her up with that whole tripping debacle, and suddenly she's ... slowly and lazily opening her eyes. Like a human being didn't just trip and fall right there in front of her. In fact she was so slow with waking up that she isn't even aware of most of it, just that he's there on the ground. ]


... Oh. It's you. [ Said so deadpan that it's hard to tell whether she's happy or unhappy to see him. It's the (mean) King! ] What are you doing?

[ Tripping over you, Cinnamon. ]
sparsity: (080.)

[personal profile] sparsity 2018-04-11 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's a truth to this place he feels more than he understands. It's real somewhere. Or it was, before the Storm. He could wonder to himself if this is the actual place that those cosmic jaws closed around, what was only seconds for him coming years later for the others. He could wonder, but he doesn't.

A breeze catches on him — it's cold. And he still smells like blood.

Hearing Keaton behind him cuts through the strange weight of the moment. Keaton, who he'd met afterwards. Who is real, and doesn't belong here, just like Mikazuki doesn't.
]

In a way, I did.

[ Finally, his hands come out of his pockets. ]

Just not here.
offtune: (035)

@cain; cw: mentions of death and suicide

[personal profile] offtune 2018-04-11 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's emotionally draining, all of this. having to relive the things that once hurt her, being reminded of why she once hurt. it's not what she imagined would happen when she descended. she feels somewhat defeated when she enters this next memory trap - although, she notices that there's no solid manifestation of memory here. there are... voices, and feelings. shadows and light, all in shapes of memories, but nothing solid enough to touch.

it's only in surveying her surroundings that she finally notices someone there with her - it's cain, whom she had met up on thesa station. they spoke of secrets before, and admittedly had a good time - but admittedly, back then, she noticed that he seems too cheery of a person to be without baggage. she knows people like him, and while it made her curious, she didn't press the matter because she doesn't really care. here, she hears whispers. talks of a brother, of death — but never anything she can parse completely.

his feelings aren't the only things being scrutinized; her own reservations about life is being showcased: her voice speaks of how she must find a dragon, only a dragon can destroy her, but she must kill her sisters first... that is the only way the world would be saved by the destructive force of the flower.

the world around them fades in and out until it finds peace in a cave; a fire keeps them warm, and a dragon nearby keeps them safe. mikhail is sleeping, as are her only disciples. only cain and zero remain awake in this memory. ]
Uhh...

[ she breathes, uncertain what to make of this. at the very least, it's far better than what she's gone through. she stares at the fire instead of looking at cain in the eyes. ]

This is fucking weird.
meinwaifu: hand chin (Kukuku ♪)

[personal profile] meinwaifu 2018-04-11 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Mipha don't ruin his little moment of being jealous of Link, at least give a few minutes to indulge in the fantasy of hurling him off the edge of the divine beast to be alone with two Miphas before u go off being all cute--]

[But his attention is quickly pulled away as she tugs upon his sleeve, looking out over at the glittering city in the distance.]


...it's a beautiful homeland. [Hmm.] Do you suppose if we travel too far from this, we'll disrupt the memory too much for it to remain stable?

[Teleporting might be too risky, but if they just flew there... maybe she could see it up close?]
unos: (ᴀɴᴅ don't be worried)

[personal profile] unos 2018-04-11 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
I am not a thief.

[ He sounds pretty offended by the implication. Good job, Mona. ]

What's wrong with wanting to pet a cat, huh? I was a cat once, you know. I'm allowed to touch as many paws as I want.

[ And speaking of, Katsura's just gonna try to subtly hand hand down one of Mona's forelegs and squeeze those little beans, now. ]
beknight: ([ bvs ] 53.)

shut up mulder.

[personal profile] beknight 2018-04-11 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
'We haven't.'

He's gotten lost himself, through these woods he knows extremely well. He can navigate them blindfolded (and has), so this is obviously magic at work, and Bruce's opinion of magic is usually somewhere in the negative on a scale of 1 to 10. And Axel's path has crossed his a few times, although Bruce didn't engage him before, he wasn't in any obvious danger.

He steps out quietly, looking up and down at the path. 'We've been going in circles.'
bruxisms: (a song of ice and manpain)

stannis baratheon | a song of ice and fire

[personal profile] bruxisms 2018-04-11 03:38 am (UTC)(link)
HE NEVER FORGETS A GRIEVANCE
i. any gods so monstrous
[ a sullen-looking boy reaches the top of the parapets, while his older brother claps him on the back, celebrating his victory. the weather seems ill-suited for a homecoming, but that hardly matters. both of them have prayed for the safe return of their parents, and with the ship in sight, it was nearly certain that they would be welcoming their father back.

but something is wrong.

the longer that the two boys watch the ship, the more obvious it becomes. something isn't right, men rush across the deck, but it seems to do them little good as the ship is smashed against the rocks that give the bay around Storm's End its name.

is it Robert who is yelling, or is it him? it's impossible to tell. they have to be fine, they can be rescued. Robert isn't even a man grown yet, far too young and selfish to be lord, and Renly is still in the cradle. he did what he was meant to, and still this happened.

if the gods did exist, they were truly monstrous. ]


ii. mutiny
[ he is only ten-and-nine, but he is certain that his end will soon be near. nevertheless, he swore an oath to his elder brother to hold Storm's End, and so he will. and he will not leave his younger brother at the mercy of the Mad King.

Ser Gawen, the master-at-arms, tried to sneak out of the castle and surrender with a small entourage of men. nearly a year into the siege, and he would sell them out. even as his body feels so weak that he can barely stand, his fury is fresh and there, in the courtyard, in front of all the men that remain, in front of his younger brother, who was little more than six, he roars with anger.

"If you want to leave so badly, then for your treason, you will leave from the parapets. Strap them down and fling them from the catapults."

he must be half mad, he feels half mad. Ser Gawen says as much, that he was dooming them all, that Aerys would be victorious, that he was condemning even little Renly to death.

maybe he is. maybe this is the price of treason. but regardless, he has a duty to serve Robert, and dispense justice.

in the end, no one was flung from the catapults, and relief came in a number of different ways. but Stannis never forgot. ]


iii. a king's hand
[ “On your knees, Onion Knight.”

“Your Grace?”

“For your onions and fish, I made you a knight once. For this, I am of a mind to raise you to lord.”

This? Davos was lost. “I am content to be your knight, Your Grace. I would not know how to begin being lordly.”

“Good. To be lordly is to be false. I have learned that lesson hard. Now, kneel. Your king commands.” ]
A FORK IN THE ROAD
[ Stannis is unimpressed, moving his teeth from one side to another. but again, what exactly is new? still, should you approach him, he only frowns. ]

I mislike this. Do not trust flatterers, for they will only lead you down the wrong path.

[ although, when all you face are flatterers, that makes things somewhat difficult. ]
WILDCARD
[ have something else in mind? want me to go into a little more detail for a custom memory share? let me know over at [plurk.com profile] roflskate or via PM! ]
Edited 2018-04-11 03:46 (UTC)
arcreact: what kind of thug blows the compton area code exactly? this guy ((847) i blew a .213)

[personal profile] arcreact 2018-04-11 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
I'd put our odds at 50/50.

[ He says this very casually, as if discussing the weather and not their impending doom. Sorry Diamond. ]

There's a lot of pageantry involved. Too much pageantry - kinda like they're desperately hiding something, like the fact that they want to eat us. As an example.

[ And yet the steady march toward the city continues unabated. ]
icingonthecake: (what the eff)

[personal profile] icingonthecake 2018-04-11 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
He blinks at the young man a moment, noting the festive streak of purple in his hair, and then scratches the crown of his head.

"Man, this place just keeps getting weirder," he says, shaking his head. "Ah, well, I'm Axel, either way. Nice to meet you... possibly again?" He holds one hand out to shake. "You have any idea how to get out of these woods? I feel like I've been wandering around in here for hours, but no matter what I do I feel like I'm walking in circles."
exaomori: (🐍 27)

C'est L'amour

[personal profile] exaomori 2018-04-11 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
[Well, this is awkward. It's bad enough going into someone's else memory, even worse when it's this kind of memory. It's kinda gross, getting to see some guy losing his virginity to a prostitute, but whatever. There are worse things out there... probably.

But really, the worst part of it was said kid, now more grown up, desperately trying to deny that it was him in the little scene. Shura's nose crinkles, and she looks away obligingly, mostly because she really doesn't want to see any of this.
]

You're makin' it worse, y'know.

[No wonder he had to go to a hooker if he's acting like this as an adult...]
thunderblight: (☀ 26)

GIMME DAT DOGGO

[personal profile] thunderblight 2018-04-11 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
A little overkill for just fetching papers, don't you think?

[ GUESS WHO'S HERE TO BE AN EYESORE IN THIS IDYLLIC SETTING.
It's her. Did you guess huh didya?

For real though, Urbosa certainly sticks out like a sore thumb despite looking very relaxed where she's politely leaning against the door leading outside (and subtly attempting not to smack herself on the too-low doorway, tbh).
Aside from giving Cullen a polite nod in greeting, she's quite curious about the mabari and what in the hell kind of breed is that did he just... domesticate a small bear or something?

Still, bear or no bear, she's more than happy to just be nosy about this glimpse into a different world. Even the mundanity is pleasant as far as memories go. ]


Sav'otta. I didn't mean to intrude.
beknight: ([ bvs ] 58.)

iii.

[personal profile] beknight 2018-04-11 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
[ Deja vu. Somewhat. Except the last time he was actually dressed for the great outdoors, armed to the teeth, and last time there'd been a giant killer vulture after them. We've got to stop meeting like this. Now, Bruce is just any old Olympia citizen who doesn't follow the colour scheme, he rather prefers to be out in black. (He's still armed to the teeth. But it's under his clothes.)]

[ He doesn't even turn around when addressed, knowing that voice anywhere. ]

We're not going together, Stark.
fakers: (pic#11552787)

[personal profile] fakers 2018-04-11 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ this isn't the first time archer has encountered an unfamiliar servant here, but it's still a slightly unsettling experience. if nothing else, because he feels a bristling familiarity with this one... he can't identify him from sight alone, but he can almost immediately tell this is the kind of hero he can't get along with.

and if intuition alone wasn't enough, his comment confirms it. ]


Not all Servants are born with a silver spoon in their mouth.

[ though, giving this guy a closer look, maybe silver wouldn't even be good enough. ]
arcreact: (dramatic pointing means i'm right)

i swear to GOD

[personal profile] arcreact 2018-04-11 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ He opens his mouth -

Closes it.

You know what. ]


I'm more partial to "gold titanium alloy man," actually, but iron will do in a pinch.