❪ 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]

That's not true.

<sub>[Sure, in a way it was. She was desirable to many because of what she was but for all the wrong reasons. It was never her as a being that was wanted, it was her power or blood or even blessing. Atsushi didn't care about any of that though. He never has.

She shifts quietly in his lap, making herself more comfortable.]</sub>

People usually don't want monsters.

[gekkajuu]

[It really feels far too good like this - but somehow he doesn't feel as bad about his raging boner as he did before. (What is it with him always ending up with people in his lap?! ... He can't say that he minds, though.)]

You're not a monster.

[He truly believes that, in spite of what she's told him. Maybe he just doesn't want to believe it, selectively ignoring details he doesn't like. It's so tiring to dislike people - and he really doesn't think he has the right to, anyway.]

You can't help needing blood to live. It doesn't say anything about who you are.

[colorature]

_{[It may be true she can't help being born the way she was, but as more time passes and she's forced to integrate into a society that isn't just made up of humans the more out of place she feels. Takasugi would tell her not to let it bother her, that she's above so many of them...but was that really the case?]}

Then how do you see me, Atsushi?

[gekkajuu]

You're a girl like any other. You're pretty, and sweet...

[??? Atsushi?! "Sweet" is probably not an adjective many people would apply to Diva, but he means what he says. If anything, he's almost too sincere about it.]

Just because you need a specific diet doesn't make you a bad person.

[colorature]

_{[There's something validating about Atsushi's conviction that she's just like any other girl, that she could even be considered remotely normal. People would probably argue against him, that she's anything but sweet, but it feels nice to know at least one person sees past her fangs and natural disposition.]}

In that case I should be sweet to you, don't you think?

[gekkajuu]

I think you should be sweet to everybody!

[... Look, he means well. He can't help that he's an idiot.]

But right now... I'd like it if you could be sweet to me.

[colorature]

Not everyone deserves me being sweet to them.

_{[Just because she's become a little less murderous and a little more tame since waking up doesn't mean she's ready to be buddy buddy with everyone. The second part of his answer is good enough for her though, as she moves to cup each of his cheeks in her palms, leaning in to give him another kiss. She's deliberately careful when she presses their lips together, even if the contact doesn't last long. Settling her weight more heavily onto his lap she rubs against his growing problem, nails scratching behind his ears as she keeps his face in her grip.]}

Atsushi, I want you to tell me what you want me to do.

[gekkajuu]

[He's pretty sure he doesn't deserve her being sweet to him either, but here they are - and he's not about to complain. Kissing feels so good, and even something about the scratching is kind of nice... not to mention the rubbing. How is he supposed to answer her when he can barely breathe right?]

Please... keep doing this. Kissing. Touching it.

[How is he feeling this way? It's like he's more drunk than he ever has been - and he hasn't had a drop.]

[colorature]

<sub>[His request is easy enough to fulfill, especially when she's more than happy to keep kissing him. It's fun, kissing. She's found she's rather fond of the activity. She's about to lean in again but stops, mouth hovering half an inch away from his as something catches her eye. Maybe they could both use a change of scenery? The mattresses covered in plush pillows and intricately patterned throws might just do the trick.

Atsushi might, for a hot moment, think Diva's going to leave him with blue balls as she suddenly extracts herself from his lap. The lack of contact between them doesn't last long however for she's quick to pick him up (with little effort) and march the two of them over to a more secluded, quieter spot. She probably could've tossed him onto the mattress a little more gently, but Atsushi won't have much time to mull over it, for Diva's soon straddling him again, palms pressing down against his shoulders to pin him in place.

It's not like she really knows what she's doing, but her instincts are strong enough to drive her forward, crushing her mouth against his for a torrid kiss.]</sub>

[gekkajuu]

[He's not even disappointed when she pulls away from him. It's normal, not getting what he wants; it's expected.

What's not expected is her carrying him. He knew she was strong, but seriously!?

His mind is a little slow to catch up anyway, and he honestly can't figure out what's happening, nevermind whether it's good or bad, until she sits on him again. That is good, he knows that much - and this place is pretty comfortable, all soft mattress that readily accepts the weight she puts on him. He almost feels like he's being hugged all around.
... A pretty powerful hug, but even so.

He kisses back as well as he's able - which is: not very, but by no means lacking in eagerness - and tries to involve his tongue, which predictably ends with him nicking it on one of her fangs. He moans a little, but doesn't really mind. Why should he? He's still feeling good.]

[colorature]

<sub>[It's not as if Diva has much experience when it comes to kissing others, and so whether or not Atsushi's performance is lack luster or not doesn't really cross her mind. Not when he's responding the way he is and the moan he's producing reaches her ears. Luckily for Atsushi he heals fast, and so while her fangs are a bit of a hazard, whatever damage they may inflict should be gone in no time.

She starts up a slow, deliberate rocking rhythm, leaning into his body every time she moves forward. A groan of her own forms in the back of her throat, hearty and laced with desire. They might not be doing much but it's enough friction that she's able to enjoy herself as well.

It's after a minute or so of grinding against Atsushi that she opts to try something different - she doesn't want to be the only one not keeping her hands to herself. Breaking the kiss and sitting up straight she scoops up his hands, only to set them on her hips.]</sub>

You can touch me, okay?

_{[It's an open invitation Atsushi can do what he pleases with while deft fingers begin to unbutton and unzip his pants.]}

[gekkajuu]

[Oh God, he's going to die. He's pretty sure he's going to die like this - and for the first time ever, for one brief fragment of a second, he thinks he understands Dazai's fascination with death. For someone who's literally been tortured, this opposite principle sure manages to throw Atsushi for a loop at least as much as torture ever did.

He's all too happy to have his hands directed to her hips, his touch gentle but decidedly there. Slowly, his hands move up and down along her sides, as if to check that she's real, and then his fingers trace the shape of her bottom without daring to move much further back than their starting position. Is she really opening his pants? Is this going to be like with Chuuya?!]

Diva-chan...

[colorature]

Hm? Is it not okay?

_{[He doesn't seem like he has a problem with what she's doing to him but her fingers pause regardless, sharp nails hooked under the waistband of his boxers. His hands feel good tracing the outline of her curves. So much so she wishes he'd be a little more daring.]}

[gekkajuu]

[How can he even explain this to her? He may not know much about this kind of thing, but he knows he's not "normal" when it comes to things like this. He's always felt that tension between how other people are and how he is himself, even if he can't always tell how he's different or how he came to be that way.]

It's okay... It's more than okay.

[He messed up somehow, didn't he? It's not surprising, but it's still something he should address.]

Sorry... I don't really know what to do. But I want to do more.

[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]

[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.]

[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.

[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.]

[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>

[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..!!

[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...

[gekkajuu]

[It hurts - both the grip on his erection and her fangs sinking into his neck - but it's not the same as regular, sharper but more superficial pain. This dual attack feels almost like a dull but intense punch to his stomach, but there's already too much pleasure gathered there, and all the impact does is make it explode, taking his breath away.

He doesn't come right away. Apart from anything else, there's the definite sensation of his heart throbbing, calmly but much more heavily than usual, and it seems to last a while - though how much of that is reality and how much is perception is anyone's guess. Losing blood softens the edges, too, but any sort of stroking or grinding will have him climax soon enough.

He doesn't even moan that loudly when he comes. It's barely more than a prolonged sigh of pleasure.]

[colorature]

<sub>[In the end it's his blood that she's focused on most of all. It doesn't take her long to drink her fill and as soon as she feels a sudden wet stickiness coat her fingertips she extracts her fangs, giving his neck an apologetic lap as the skin heals over the puncture wounds.

Her lips are bloody as she licks them, sitting up as she pulls her hand away from him. She has no idea what's on her hand exactly but she feels compelled to lift her fingers to her mouth, tongue dragging up from her wrist to the tips of her pointed nails. Whatever it is it doesn't taste bad. If anything it doesn't have much of a taste at all.]</sub>

Sorry...I was hungry.

[gekkajuu]

[His climax may be over, but somehow it doesn't seem to leave him completely, his chest still straining with the need for oxygen, his head still full of bubbles where his thoughts should be. It's only when he sees her licking her hand that he collects himself a little, reaching up to pull it down.]

Don't... It's dirty.

[He doesn't panic, the way he might have under other circumstances. But he'd still feel bad if she consumed that kind of waste product (nevermind that blood isn't any better or worse).]

... And don't apologize, okay? That was amazing.

[Maybe that's not the most logical thing to say when lying around half bled out, but he means it from the bottom of his heart.]

[colorature]

<sub>[She's not really sure what the problem is when he's pulling her hand away from her mouth. Dirty? Just what exactly was dirty about it? She cocks her head to the side, some of her hair falling over a shoulder.

Well...since he's got a hold of her hand she'll just lace their fingers together, moving to lay herself flat against his chest, just because she can. The praise has her grinning, clearly delighted.]</sub>

Was it? Good!