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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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"Whatever is keeping us here isn't asking for strength," he replies. "If you have something to share, then do it. I won't tell anyone if that's what you're worried about."
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"You got a name?"
If nothing else, she should at least figure out who she may inevitably have to track down later.
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When she asks for his name, he almost considers an alias. But decided he didn't have the energy for it.
"Bruce. You?"
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"Sevika," she decides to offer her actual name. May as well. "So, Bruce. You as old as you sound?"
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"Depends. How old do I sound?"
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"Eighties? Somewhere around there."
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He doesn't answer, which is probably answer enough. "Where are you from, Sevika?"
terry that is elder abuse omg
But yeah, the lack of answer tells her she must have gotten close. That old, huh? Then three days isn't even in the books. Typically, she shouldn't care if some geezer is going to croak before her, but when he's in the cage closest to her—
"Hm?" The question snaps her out of that line of thought for now. "Me? A city. Most of it's buried in the trenches, so all this dark isn't that much of a bother."
that first song is a bop tho lol
"Was it built that way? Or did something happen to cause it?"
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"What, Zaun? No, it was originally on the surface alongside Piltover. It got dropped into the trenches after an attempt to blow out the last bit of land separating the two seas."
The golden promise of controlling the only river granting easy access between the two... Sevika imagines it was difficult to resist.
"That was ages before my time, though. Zaun rebuilt down there where it all landed."
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"Interesting. How did blowing out the land work out for the culprits?"
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Which was likely the answer Bruce had been expecting. It hadn't gone well for Zaun at all. While Sevika was no scholar, she had lived in the remains of the once-great city all her life. She never needed a history book to tell her the tale.
"For us, in any case. They got their river in the end, and the folks who added the gates to control it moved up to Piltover and made their great, big, golden city of progress. If you couldn't afford that? It was Zaun for you, with all the darkness, disease, and muck you could ever hope for."
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It grates that he can't do much about it. Maybe more in a general sense than in Zaun's specific case.
"Funny. Doesn't sound very different from home."
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"Yeah?" It's a question, her interest caught by somewhere similar to her own home. "Where's that? Your home."
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"Gotham City."
It's not really called that anymore. But for Bruce it's what it would always be.
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"What's it like? Your Gotham."
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"It's home."
Vague, but the honest truth.
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"Yeah. I get that."
Zaun wasn't much different. Everything she's ever wanted, everything that's been the worst to her, but it was home. Her one and only, the one she would fight for until her last breath, even in a completely different universe, apparently, as it seems to be the case here.
Not that she can do that from in a cage. She sighs.
"Fine. How about this? You're too old not to have shit to confess, so don't play that card on me. I give you a confession that would fuck me over here, you do the same for me — it's mutually assured destruction if either of us spill."
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There was nothing mutually assured about it. Bruce's secrets inevitably affected other people. People in this world who had a right to their privacy. And he wouldn't betray that for his freedom. Not for anything.
"I told you already they're not worth sharing."
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"So we really are stuck. Fan-fucking-tastic."