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etrayalogs2024-12-21 05:15 pm
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Entry tags:
- !mingle log,
- arcane: caitlyn kiramman,
- arcane: jayce talis,
- batman beyond: bruce wayne,
- batman wfa: jason todd,
- dimension 20: gorgug thistlespring,
- fe3h: yuri leclerc,
- have you seen my brother: chu wenshan,
- ice age: manny,
- jl gods and monsters: kirk langstrom,
- penny dreadful: vanessa ives,
- person of interest: sameen shaw,
- remnant 2: the custodian,
- the walking dead: brandon carver,
- ✘ blade of the immortal: asano rin
DECEMBER MINGLE
WHO: Everyone!
WHEN: December 21st - Early January
WHERE: Etraya
WHAT: Newcomers, a surprise gift from Tatianna, and a visitor!
NOTES\WARNINGS:
WHEN: December 21st - Early January
WHERE: Etraya
WHAT: Newcomers, a surprise gift from Tatianna, and a visitor!
NOTES\WARNINGS:
 ⏵ arrival ⏴ Welcome to Etraya! Arrival goes as expected - characters awaken on hospital beds and are offered an explanation of their situation: that they have arrived in the city of Etraya, and they are their world's only hope. They are welcome to wander the hospital if they would like to - the upper floors are mostly empty, full of pristine hallways and numerous rooms filled with supplies, cots, and things one would expect from a relatively average 21st-century hospital. The lobby is filled to the brim with tables of freshly baked goods. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY" banners are taped to the walls, and several other typical birthday decorations can be found in this area. A few of the baked goods tables are lined with massive cakes covered in unlit candles, just waiting for someone to grab a lighter and sing off-key. Is it anyone's birthday? Who knows! The companion bots seem to believe it's every new arrival's birthday and will greet them as such - with friendly waves and cheers as they make their way to the lobby. A coat rack is situated by the doors leading out of the hospital, covered in warm clothing that fits the new arrivals just right - whether it's to their preferred style or not is something else entirely. Some of them appear normal enough. Others? Well. They can't all be perfect, now can they? Outside the windows, the grass is covered in a couple of inches of loosely packed snow. We hope you enjoy your stay.  ⏵ an unexpected gift ⏴ Out by the hospital stands a tall, decorated tree covered in candles and golden pinecones with a handsome, red velveteen tree skirt. In front of it are a few oversized wrapped gifts for show- and atop one of those sits a familiar woman. Or unfamiliar, if this is your first time. It's Tatianna in a slutty Santa outfit with a big ol’ burlap sack. “Hey, I got something for you,” she says, digging into the bag and rummaging for a moment. She produces a painted egg and holds it aloft. “It’s your Winter Solstice Egg! This is the egg holiday, right? Wait, shit. I’m mixing them up, aren’t I? ...Well. It’s a little late to change it. Here you go!” How one treats their egg is fully up to themselves. They can choose to ignore it entirely, or destroy it and leave the yolk and innards to rot on the ground. They can hand it over to someone else or care for it as if it were something precious. No one will prevent them from doing whatever they please with it!  ⏵ naughty or nice ⏴ Those who keep the egg and tend to it will get the benefit of being able to watch it hatch seven days after they are handed the egg. Eggs that are treated with attention and love may yield a loyal companion, or a weapon of choice that always returns to its owner, while neglected eggs may yield a curious, cursed trinket or an animal who treats its new owner very much the same way its owner had treated it before it was born. Please submit an egg request below for what items you would like your character's eggs to hatch into! Please note that these cannot be things that would be applicable in the game. Those whose eggs are destroyed or forgotten will simply get the gift of... nothing!  ⏵ free your spirit ⏴ With the winter chill gripping the air, a mysterious figure makes their presence known in Etraya - a towering, horned creature dragging a massive sack behind them. Regardless of a character's strengths or weaknesses, they will find that when Krampus raises his massive sack over their head, they are powerless to stop him from catching them. Those capable of great magical feats or other supernatural abilities will sense something... otherworldly about Krampus, but will not be able to place the source of that sensation. Once within Krampus' sack, they are welcome to fight, but escape is impossible. It will feel as if Krampus is dragging them over every rock possible, dragging the sack in through the rivers to the point it soaks through and drenches them - potentially almost drowning them. When the sack opens, they will find themselves in an impossibly dark space. Around them are others who have also been captured and dragged here by Krampus, trapped in small cages hanging from a massive, wiry tree. Krampus will return often, banging clawed hands and birch rods on the walls of the cages and knocking them into one another. The whisper resonates through the darkened area, regardless of Krampus' presence. Confess your secrets, and be freed. Otherwise? You'd better hope someone figures out where Krampus has set up base; those who refuse to confess may find themselves stuck here forever. Krampus' base is under Etraya! Deep within the catacombs, he has set up multiple cages to capture those who inhabit Etraya to punish them for their naughty habits. Fighting him is possible! Defeating him by means of combat is not, however, possible. Think of it like fighting a god: Krampus creates the rules in the space around him, including who can use what ability. For all questions relating to this log, please refer to the mod queries comment. All other questions can be directed to the FAQ. |
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[ though he'll definitely be telling dean. ]
But with the number of non-humans in this place, I doubt it will remain easy to hide.
[ so far, it's been about 50/50, he'd say, as far as the population of mortals vs. non-mortals. and even the mortals all seem to have some connection to the supernatural. vincent with his god, heather's many lives, dean's existence as michael's sword, and so on. ]
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[Hikaru looks unsure of that, though, like he's actively thinking it through as they talk... he scowls sulkingly at his egg, brows knit.]
As long as people ain't seein' too much'a me...
[not everyone is as sweet as Yoshiki. or as strong. in his own way, Yoshiki loved Hikaru regardless of his monstruous form or nature... and even besides fearing being seen, it's also made Hikaru want to keep his true nature for Yoshiki's eyes only. it's intimate, to be so seen.
ah...
damn. he misses Yoshiki so much.]
Hey... um. Is that your real body?
[oh my god Hikaru you can't just ask people if their bodies are real or not!!]
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castiel looks down at himself, touching his coat with his free hand and slightly opening it, as though to get a better look at what lies beneath. ]
It's a real body, but it doesn't belong to me. This was Jimmy Novak.
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[Hikaru stares in awe. it almost looks like it doesn't process at first, or something. he blinks.]
Whoa...
You're...like me, then...
[but Hikaru's not an angel...? but...
what are angels anyway, really?]
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Is that also a vessel?
[ meaning: his body. it doesn't exactly seem to surprise castiel, who watches hikaru, unfazed. ]
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[Hikaru doesn't seem particularly happy about this fact, but... you know!]
I wasn't really alive, before I entered him... S'my first time really livin'. Havin' an ego n' stuff...
[he has complicated feelings about the late Hikaru—the human boy. he's grateful for his dying wish, that's resulted in "Hikaru"... he gets to experience so many lovely things, even if it's painful too. but he also envies Hikaru for the humanity he can't really replicate. envy might be too soft.
he's a bit jealous.]
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[ he's definitely holding back. it's interesting. fascinating, really. hikaru is right: it's a strange mirror to his own situation. it would be wrong to say angels have no ego at all without their vessels, but it would not be inaccurate to say that it's true to a degree. a vessel allows so many experiences a being made primarily of light and intent couldn't have under normal circumstances: all those wonderful things allowed by a human's physiology. sentiment, a sense of taste, a sense of touch, a desire to have. the ability to live and exist in the world as an individual. ]
Do you know who created you? Or... how long you've existed?
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[Hikaru feels a little lonely, to say it. he's merely a "lost child" from the other side of the veil. but he doesn't really know what that place is. he wasn't sentient, then. he's not sure there's really an answer.]
I'm pretty sure whatever I am... exists outside'a that stuff. Time, creation, death...
But...
[Hikaru pinkies his ear, scrubbing out an itch.]
...been on this side for at least a few hundred years, though. But this body is only 16. Not sure how I ended up on this side... I remember I was pretty lonely, but it was also like I didn't have emotions, exactly...?
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[ he trails off. anna described angels as perfect marble statues. cold. castiel doesn't know how to put it to words the way that she did. they never spoke much after she fell. it wasn't as though they saw eye to eye.
castiel stares into the grass, not really seeing. ]
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Unfeelin'?
Is that only when you don't got a human vessel...? Or...
[Hikaru squirks his lips, glancing at Castiel with cautious curiosity. it feels so surreal, talking to something as similar as he is... kind of tripping him out, really.]
Didn't know angels could have like...siblings and stuff... Guess that makes sense...
[Hikaru feels like he vaguely remembers angels having something like a family tree? or something?? which is weird. how's that work?]
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[ it's a little strange, he'll admit. but that makes him all the more curious. ]
It's not quite the same as the human experience of having a family. We don't grow, or age, or die. We don't have mothers, and we share a single father, God. Some of us have never met. But we're bound together by our point of origin.
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[still carefully holding his egg against his chest, Hikaru rubs his chin, looking thoughtful. it sounds...nice. less lonely than his vague memories. he doesn't think beings of the...void? veil? wherever he's from really have a beginning, end, or any sort of bonds. which is why he's probably so ravenously hungry for them in a sentient body...]
Not sure how to delineate... Yeah. I relate to that, I think. [he hadn't thought of it that way before, but his troubles of articulation through his little life are contextualized well through this expression.
he finds Castiel's explanation on family kind of...sweet. bittersweet, maybe, for him specifically. another question comes into his mind, which makes him feel retroactively bashful. cuz gosh, it feels vulnerable... but less—bad? as it has before, in many instances...]
—Ah! Sorry, if I can ask another thing...
You—and yer vessel. Is it just the body that's borrowed, or do ya also like... have his feelings, n' personality? Or maybe y'did originally, and you've kinda grown different from them...?
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There are... aspects of his person that have translated to me. For instance, his love of red meat. Perhaps his sense of taste in general, some preferences. [ he can feel his mouth water reflexively, which seems to punctuate the point he's making. ] In that sense, I suppose one could argue that his personality has influenced mine, but I have no point of reference. I've never taken a vessel this long.
[ he pauses. ]
Also, his soul is gone. Normally, I would share my vessel with the original host and leave after my business on Earth was completed.
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I see…
S’funny. Some’a my tastes differ from mine. His soul’s gone too, or at least, from this body. I got his memories and stuff too, but it’s kinda like tryna remember a dream sometimes.
[Hikaru lifts his head, staring up at Castiel.]
…I’ve never met anybody like you. Thanks for answerin’ my questions. I feel a lil less weird, somehow…