❪ event ❫ khalo? can you hear me?

[natha]

In normal circumstances, this would have been near the time in which you're called upon to greet the newly awakened. Unfortunately, I speak to you to inform that we must postpone that — there is trouble on your horizon. What, I cannot see for sure. We shall continue to monitor the situation, however — we - ... we — [feed cuts off.] OLYMPIAN PRESERVATION     The city of Olympia is preparing the send-off of its most prized artifact: the heart of the ancient dragon, Ysverai. In doing this, they've transformed the palace court into an exhibition detailing the centuries-old war between Wyver and Olympia. Sculptures of Nithor the Exalted and his men and women in clean, white marble, while their armors are polished in perfect gold. Among Nithor are the sculptures of stallions in all shapes and sizes that also aided in the great war. Further in the exhibition, one may also find other artifacts of much older weaponry, rusted by its time in the earth, and items found from a time when humans feared the dragons. The Royal Guard has increased its numbers in wake of such a public event, particularly because the heart will be in display also. The heart is not what one might expect it to be: about the size of an average human, the heart's core is surrounded in stone, a red glow emitting from its still beating core. If that were not unsettling enough, one might also find that lingering around this particular exhibit will have undue affects on one's inhibitions. You'll notice your heart has fallen into sync with the organ, and your more selfish desires will come forth. Things that have long been buried will rise up and place you in a state of unease, encouraging paranoia about your companions intentions. Allow it to fester, and one will carry this feeling with them long after you've left the scene. It's probably a good thing this is leaving Olympia — perhaps it's a source of so much conflict you've endured. It's easy to become mesmerized by all the historical artifacts that are present in Olympia's exhibition. Some even seem mystical or, like Ysverai’s heart, to hold unspeakable powers. Others are just a little eerie. Either way, Olympia prides itself in its generosity and their grand displays, and so refugees are urged to learn more about their artifacts by spending the night in Palace Court. Though, someone should probably mention that there are rumors of strange, almost occult things happening around these relics at night. People speak of armored soldiers casting shadows that have the ability to walk on their own, or gemstones that catch the moonlight in a certain way and show you visions. But those are just silly ghost stories, right? TALL TALES OF KHALO VILLAGE     Because of Khalo's proximity to Wyver, it's no surprise that they would catch wind of the peace talks between Wyver and Olympia. In response, for the first time in centuries, Khalo Village has willingly granted passage to outsiders — but visitors will immediately find out that one cannot just simply walk into the village. Visitors will need to inhale the smoke of a fyrra herb in order to enter the premises without falling into slumber. Khalo is notably different than what refugees are used to. Visitors, specifically refugees, will find that they are exceedingly accommodating. The Khali are very intrigued by the outsiders, thus they're treated with much respect and given instant access to some of the best lounges and fyrra the village has to offer. In exchange, the village is interested in hearing about your journey thus far. Whether it be through a conversation with another individual or the Khali themselves, they'll very likely to have been eavesdropping and recording the tales of their exploits. Why, exactly? Perhaps it will not be immediately clear, but if you happened upon a venasou, a tamed Khali creature, it may have guided you to their Enchanted Library. Upon entering the library, visitors will notice that it is quite the happening place — but not because it's occupied by the Khali, but because there seems to be an assembly of magical quills seemingly writing on their own. The quills are mostly undisturbed by the intrusion and will not stop writing even if parchment is taken from it; it will simply produce another piece of paper and continue its tales. If you happen to read the parchment, you may notice that there is a daunting similarity between your story and the ones being written here. Tales of Thesa birthing new races and sending them from the sky, for example, are very popular in Khalo Village. They mark July 15th as the day in which the Moon Goddess, Thesa, created more people in her image and brought them to El Nysa as saviors. The coincidences don't end there: specifics about your home world might be found in the writings if you search deeply enough — but it's not without its exaggerations. These stories are given all sorts of poetic and literary forms, from short stories to limericks, biographies to something similar to haiku. If asked, the Khali will inform visitors that the enchanted library has access to vague parts of your memories, and thus it is duty-bound to record. The Khali have not seen stories as strange as the ones being made by refugees, which is largely why they are interested in them. NOTE: This is entirely optional! You may make up your own "stories" (fanfiction) and it could be as accurate or inaccurate, or as serious or silly as you'd like. While tales of the Thesa's descendants are still being written, visitors of the Enchanted Library might find intrigue in the more complete works — KING AND KIN. If one is willing to delve deep, they may also find parts of Wyver's past that have been removed from their own archives. These pages will recount the tales of Shanrian and Rasyc. Though a lot of the narrative seems to divide at certain points in the story, it becomes obvious with some quick reading that Rasyc is not only the son of Shanrian, but that he glorifies the Wyver of old, more bloodthirsty and brutal than it is today. Unlike his father, he does not take kindly to Olympia and the threat they will always pose for their people. He has not forgotten Olympia's past sins and he believes that, in his foolish quest for peace, the king has gone soft and no longer possesses the real will to fight. His present voice in affairs of state is not a loud one, as he chooses to speak in whispers and move in the dead of silence. In these quiet murmurings, he boasts of his unwavering belief in the power and dignity of his people. Of how they should all return to what they once were — the kingdom, its citizens, and naturally the father who he had once admired greatly. Though perhaps it can be argued that any estranged son would wish the same. It's difficult to pinpoint what becomes political and what is and always will be more personal for him. But, it hardly matters. It's clear that Rasyc will stop at nothing to achieve his objectives, even if it means never returning to place he calls home. Even if it means turning his back on his own father, Shanrian, King of Wyver... DRAGONFIRE. While tales of the Thesa's descendants are still being written, visitors to the Enchanted Library might find intrigue in the more complete works. In particular, tales of Ysverai, the last of Wyver's great high dragons. Ysverai is most commonly known for being slain by Olympia’s past king and legendary hero, Nithor, but here in Khalo he is depicted in another light. Ysverai is known to the Khali people as a wise being, old as the first inhabitants that walked El Nysa. The creature spoke in the common tongue to the early settlers, guiding them to refuge when his kin began to dominate the land at the cost of its own isolation. It ultimately becomes a tale of sacrifice, for its stand with Nithor became a testament against the Olympian Empire's long reaching influence. At the bottom, there is a quotation: Your hearts will fill with greed and malice the moment my own stops beating. Take care in the Eye of the Storm. Find strength in one another, before it is too late. It seems to end there. Refugees are naturally allowed to question the natives. However, keep in mind that many of their replies will seem more like speculation than fact. But maybe that can be fun too? If you have no interest in the library and the tales they've woven, feel free to explore any of the other areas of interest. Khalo Village is thrilled to be open for you all. THOSE THAT SEEK PEACE, AND THOSE THAT SEEK --     The morning of the 20th is marked by fairly dismal weather. The sky is overcast and a downpour seems imminent. Regardless of the poor forecast, those who signed up to assist in this mission will be required to come early in order to receive their briefing. Members of Group A: ▸ Jon Snow (song_of_ice) ▸ Daenerys Targaryen (dorzalta) ▸ Loras Tyrell (triplerose) ▸ Terra (earthy) ▸ Alisaie Leveilleur (adelphoi) ▸ Solider: 76 (personalwar) ▸ Ardyn Izunia (daemonized) ▸ Mai(maipokerface) ▸ Olivier Armstrong (wallsofbriggs) ▸ Atsushi Nakajima (gekkajuu) Members of Group B: ▸ Kale (kaleorbekaled) ▸ Diana Prince (wondie) ▸ Pheonix Wright (objectionattourney) ▸ Revolver Ocelot (shashka) ▸ Frederick (pebblestone) ▸ John Sheppard (impavid ▸ Ianto Jones (torchwoodteaboy) ▸ Lena Oxton (quevarly) ▸ Allura (quintessent) Due to the rain, members of Group A will have to immediately stop by the checkpoint at the East Watchtower. Additionally, the Royal Guard and Knightryders are well-prepared with extra cloaks for those who may require it. They also will provide basic refreshments such as water and bread. People are encouraged to take what they need prior to their departure on this mission. The checkpoints are a bit far between, after all. Members of the envoy will also be encouraged to utilize this time to become familiar with one another. Maybe some introductions are in order? You never know who will end up having your back... For both groups, the paths will be relatively straightforward with evenly spaced checkpoints along the way. The only issue seems to be the downpour, really. The rain is unforgiving and the roads easily become unstable and increasingly difficult for the carriage to be drawn through. Hence, there may be more than one occasion where you will be expected to lend a hand in prying out its wheels from a particularly pesky (and muddy) pothole. Or perhaps you will be called upon by a fellow guard to assist in getting a particularly stubborn creature out of the path ahead of you. Seems like it may be a longer journey than you expected. Dirtier, too. While weathering the conditions may have been a bit tiring, this journey isn't too bad, right? Well, maybe not. GROUP A. Once the carriage gets through the worst of the terrain and finally manages to depart from the watchtower, it won't be long until the group is met with a physical roadblock. A large tree trunk will be set down the center of the road, acting as a blockade. But, before the group can react or begin crafting a plan around this obstruction, the carriage will be attacked without warning. At first, it's unclear where the attack comes from or from whom, but you don't have the leisure to deliberate this. You hear one of your fellow guards mention something about bandits frequenting these parts, but maybe there's more to it? Either way, your task is clear: protect the artifact, Nithor's skull, and fight the bandits off. You'll be encouraged to try and capture them so that they may later be turned and questioned by the authorities. GROUP B. With clear motives to restock and collect a few more materials for the carriage, it's evident that the envoy will appear restless to arrive at the second checkpoint. However, despite their unspoken delight at seeing the South Outpost from a distance, it's clear something has gone awry. There will be several hooded figures awaiting them right where the mud path meets the cobblestone of the Outpost's road. Soon, several more of these figures will come to flank them from both sides. While they seem like bandits, at least from their physical appearance, there is something far more polished in their movements. They will be attacking the envoy in concise, practiced formations. For those who are more perceptive, it becomes obvious that they are moving around and acting as decoy to one central figure. This member is likely the "leader" of their group, but no matter how one may try to close the distance between themselves and this mysterious leader, someone will constantly get in the way of that. The fighting also seems to act as a distraction since by the time everything is cleared up... only two things are missing. The leader of this group of bandits and more importantly — Ysverai's heart. NOTE: Those RNG'd to thread out the capture and questioning of the bandits will have starters below. For everyone else that signed up, you will still have the opportunity to capture the assailants even though they were not selected to thread the interrogation; you are free to make up your NPCs with the same basic guideline: they will not reveal their motive or their organization. You may turn them in to authorities (Wyver or Olympia or otherwise) or find creative ways to get rid of them. FINAL OOC NOTE     To reiterate: you may use this log as a general mingle for everything from the May Outline, including all Khalo Village activities. In other words, your top-levels don't necessarily have to be related to the prompts written here. An AC-eligible thread in which your character participates in anything mentioned in the May Outline and/or Khalo Village location page may be submitted for 2 REP POINT FOR EITHER OLYMPIA OR WYVER. SUBMIT THE THREAD FOR OLYMPIA OR WYVER HERE OR HERE RESPECTIVELY BY June 10th 11:59 PM EST. For those who participated in this month's plot-related portion, to receive IC recognition for it, a summary of the thread must be submitted HERE by June 8th 11:59 PM EST. Please direct all queries to the question thread below. Thank you, and have fun! QUICK NAV premise ● faq ● lore ● map ● npcs ● bestiary taken ● atp/emp ● application ● rep/acp ● quest bulletin calendar ● hiatus/drops ● modbox [ FULL NAVIGATION ] elnysa nysalogs nysaisles nysaooc elnyan

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[colorature]

You don't have to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong.

_{[At least from what she can tell he hasn't. She extracts her nails from the fabric of his boxers, only to reach up and run her fingers through his hair. There's a small smile that plays on her lips then as she leans down to peck him on the cheek.]}

We'll just do things that feel good, right?

[gekkajuu]

[Bondage powers, sex toys in any shape you want, gags that can expand to fill your whole mouth... So wasted on the lawnmower.]

He was. But he went back to sleep.

[Atsushi still isn't sure how to feel about that, and it probably shows: he's never been great at hiding his emotions. If only Akutagawa had stayed awake a little longer, they could have had their fight, and things would have been over, one way or the other.]

It's better that he's not here, but at the same time... there is some unfinished business between us that I would have liked to settle.

[... He really does sound like a jilted lover, doesn't he?]

[gekkajuu]

[He's vaguely aware that this isn't a normal way for him to feel, whatever the reason - arousal or smoke or even more than that - but when he sees her smile like that, he knows for sure that he would have felt this way no matter what. She's so cute, it practically hurts, stabbing his heart with the diamantine sharpness of her perfection.

He wants to answer - a simple "yes" would be enough! - but instead his reply comes in the form of a kiss as he strains up to reach her lips again. He doesn't think that anything she does could feel less than good, but kissing helps him not think about things.]

[steponme]

[Stupid sexy lawnmower]

[And yeah... yeah. That's not really escaping Shell's notice. Why would he make a face like that over some murder machine who just wants to kill him if there wasn't something else lingering beneath the surface? But seeing as Shell wouldn't want to be prodded with questions about One from someone he hardly knows, he'll leave his assumptions to himself.]

I've heard that people going back to sleep is common... but has anyone who's gone to sleep ever woken up again? There isn't really a lot of information available anywhere about it.

[beatupgrass]

[He shrugs.] Exactly. And it means they get it right, instead of just yanking piddly details outta my brain- which is creepy, by the by.

[thetaintedsorrow]

[UH YEAH? He does, actually! It simply won’t do if he’s not the loudest, flashiest person in the vicinity, okay?

But splashing aside, the kiss is certainly nice, and Chuuya adds a graze of teeth over Atsushi’s bottom lip before pulling away with a smoldering look in his eyes. Maybe this isn’t exactly the perfect place for it, but Chuuya isn’t opposed to doing more here. They’re completely alone now, but of course there’s always the possibility of wandering eyes.

Or perhaps they could simply sit and enjoy each other’s company without any more pressing matters to attend to. Either way, Chuuya stays close and gives Atsushi’s neck a playful little nip.]

We need one of these at the mansion. The pool, I mean.

[colorature]

<sub>[The kiss is met with a sound of delight as she eases into it, giving his lips a little lap when she pulls back for a moment. It's then she decides to slide a hand under the elastic of his boxers, lifting her own hips just enough so she can do so. Her fingers come into contact with hardened, heated flesh against her palm. Does she know what she's doing? Not really...but it can't be that difficult right?

Her head moves to the side of his as she finds his earlobe, giving it a little, playful bite, words hot on the shell of it when she speaks.]</sub>

It's supposed to feel good if I touch it, right? So relax. I'll be good to you Atsushi.

[beatupgrass]

[Don't you @ him, catboy.]

Okay, okay, I get it. You're a master of stealth.

[....wait. He can use this.]

So, uh... How much intel have you got since you've been here?

[gekkajuu]

[At least he dresses stupidly 23/6, so the sexy is well-hidden. Dress him better more often already, Gin.]

Yes! It's happened several times, actually. Off the top of my head, there's been at least four cases of people waking up again that I know.

[gekkajuu]

[Calm your impressive pecs, Mr. Midget... Just not with the kissing, because that would be bad.]

M-hm... It's also nice to go to Flona, though.

[Could he afford a pool? Possibly, but he spent kind of a lot of money lately, and he also needs to save up money for Diva's birthday party... because Diva wants a masquerade, so of course she must get one...

With no one around that he can see, Atsushi is barely aware of how they're doing all this in public - which will be why his eyes never left Chuuya's mouth even as he talked, and now that he's finished, he's absolutely going to go for another kiss.]

[gekkajuu]

[Relax? She's telling him to relax when she can feel her fingers on him?! It's impossible! Feeling anything down there when he's hard is still practically a supernatural experience, and when she nips at his ear on top of that, he lets out a long, shuddering moan that he's too late to muffle properly. He shouldn't do this; he should be making her feel good, instead. But he can't think very well, and he has no idea what would make her feel good.]

You... You, too...!

[... He could probably stand to ask what he should do more clearly, but at least he's trying.]

[chickenhearted]

Well, Wolfskins smell horrible. [ He turns his nose up. So there! ]

If you smell bad enough, I could. When's the last time you did take a bath, anyway?

[colorature]

<sub>[As far as Diva's concerned Atsushi just needs to lay back and enjoy himself. Knowing it's because of her that he's making the sounds he's making is delightful as she shifts her position so she can get a better grip on him. It's a bit awkward and definitely not skilled by any means, but she must be doing something right if Atsushi's groaning.

As she begins to palm and stroke him slowly, her mouth finds his earlobe again as she begins to suckle on it. She gives it another little bite, accidentally drawing blood, which she immediately laps up, a hum in the back of her throat. There's a bit of a nuzzle then, to his neck, as she decides to drag the tips of her fangs down the expanse of skin. She doesn't pierce it though, not yet at least.]</sub>

[chickenhearted]

I might...give it a chance.

[ He huffs then, shaking his head. ]

I'm a magus. I can use magic.

[gekkajuu]

[His grip on her hips tightens without him meaning to, and he forces his sweaty hands to relax again, not wanting to hurt her. Even for him - or especially for him? - it's hard to relax and just accept all the attention she's giving him, but that's what he tries all the same. He doesn't stop touching her, his fingers wandering over her dress and feeling out the shape of her underneath, with no real purpose except perhaps showing her body the respect and borderline worship it deserves.]

Ah! [Her fangs on his neck make him utter the dumbest, most embarrassing sound ever, and he doesn't even care.] Diva-chan..!!

barracuda is a gift to mankind

[nostalgiabomb]

Why can’t it be both? [ And he asks it flatly, as he’s scooping up his own tumbler, inspecting its contents with a critical eye. It smells awful, but Peter’s willingly imbibed worse things. It’s why he doesn’t hesitate too long before he’s taking an experimental sip.

... yeah. That tastes about as awful as it looks and smells, but the brief twist in his expression is all that gives it away. ]

If it helps, I was only planning on taking the one kidney. I’m generous like that.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ —Crap. Rocket did that a lot more quickly than he expected. But then again, Peter should have expected that, given how much practice he’s surely had in the past.

But, well, that means Peter doesn’t have much of a reason to delay, so he hesitates only a second longer. After that, he carefully takes hold of the guardian’s upper arm, hopping a little to get a foot onto the tree guy’s... thigh? Then he steps onto its flank and hauls himself up onto the guardian’s shoulder.

Once he’s settled— ]

Oh, jeez.

[ this is kinda high up, isn’t it? ]

[nostalgiabomb]

Um.

[ He thinks it over, then, ]

Gamora, Rocket, or Mantis. Maybe Drax or Groot? Maybe—

[ He hesitates for another second, thinking on the likelihood of his friends bringing these next names up, but— that’d be a good test, right? Peter doubts the other Guardians would willingly mention these guys, so Peter eventually adds, ]

Maybe Thanos. Or Ego.

[ He scratches at a spot behind his ear, almost a little awkwardly. ]

What about you? Anything I should keep an eye out for?

[colorature]

_{[It's at that moment that her instincts override any sort of semblance of self control she might have as she sinks her fangs into his neck, her hand suddenly gripping him perhaps a little too tight as she does so. Immediately she begins to drink from him, sucking blood from his neck, pressing her chest against his, back arched. She had been hungry, after all.]}

Mmn...

[braidedwonder]

Tisk, I know a nun who'd give you a dressing down for that one. [ She'd also give him a dressing down for being a murder-y terrorist shit, but there's nothing he can do about that one now. Too far gone, etc etc. Maybe if things had gone differently he wouldn't be such a terror in general, right? ]

Rolled for it? [ Sorry Jim, that doesn't seem to compute. ] We designed this Deathscythe to be better in space than the first. Deathscythe Hell Custom is bit of a.. different ball park than my original suit.

The cloaking's a huge benefit, for one..

[willrevile]

[ A nerd joke in preemptive counter for the religious joke. (You still have nuns?? Ok no Star Trek also still has religion, it's just rarer, and most people regard it as ridiculous.) ]

It's a hell of a machine. [ No pun intended. OR IS THERE. ] Both this and Barbatos look like they could stomp the things the Natha have in here no problem.

[ Jim takes another long look, impressed. Somewhat reluctantly, ]

Alright, you can probably cloak it again. Responsible safety measures.

[quevalry]

Man, that has to be awkward for him.

[ not that she blames rocket for teasing him about it. taserface is an... 'interesting' name to go by. which actually brings in a question. ]

Who came up with your name?

[quevalry]

Yeah! I would die if I couldn't do that.

As long as it [ she taps her device ] is close or next to me.

[versianvirtue]

For the ensuing ten minutes, she manages to maintain her focus on Slaine's upvine battle, encouraging him the whole time with 'you can do it's and 'you're almost there's and 'you really are a good climber's— the whole garden variety of verbal bolsters, small claps and proud smiles included. Now that the mid-level is ever closer within reach with its bridges and platforms and titanic tree branches, she can hardly stand it. Or, er, float it.

And then, she decides to fly over to the closest boardwalk jutting out from the wall Slaine climbs, his final destination, and alights. From there, she extends her hand, eager for Slaine to claim it so she can yank him the rest of the way up.


"Just a little more...!"

[thetaintedsorrow]

Yeah. The beach is nice.

[They don’t need a pool, it’s just a little idea for the future, just because.

Well then, if Atsushi wants to keep kissing him, then Chuuya won’t protest. Kissing is nice, after all, even if it’s not something Chuuya has taken a lot of time to indulge in in the past, but now that he can, he’s definitely going to take the time to enjoy it.

But instead of crawling into Atsushi’s lap like he has several times before, Chuuya sits back against the wall of the pool and pulls Atsushi into his lap before capturing his lips once again. Fingers slide through Atsushi’s choppy hair, holding him still as Chuuya slides his tongue along Atsushi’s bottom lip.]