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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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[ He simply listens as Silco extols the virtues (?) of his home and people, a place he is clearly proud of. He is not really sure what to make of it...it sounds quite dire, but he, too, had clung to N'Erud's...wreckage...to fulfill his duty.
Was that pride in a home? He is uncertain. ]
It sounds as if...it is a difficult place to live, but it is possible for life to thrive regardless. It must be an accomplishment to survive it.
You mentioned mining as a major activity. What resources are to be found in your city?
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[ He says, with a roll of his shoulders. ] We who survive are the strongest, in some fashion, from what Zaun has to offer.
[ Yeah, he has opinions about survival and power. (from me? say it isn't so!) ]
Why do you want to know what resources we have?
[ His eyes slide from upward, to the Custodian, his single eye narrowing, the other Burns with fire when it looks at him. That is a feature, not a bug, but with the sharpness in his tone, it might indicate that he's... a touch bit more invested in protecting that. ]
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Curiosity as to the inequality present in your society. Your city extracts resources, and much pain is inflicted on its inhabitants in order to procure them, but it does not benefit?
[ The Drzyr had shared...well, according to one's station. He cannot claim it was equality in the strict definition, not when there was a static hierarchy that did not change. But at the very least they were all provided for. ]
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[ It's blithe, but there's a thread in there, a steel core that Silco's voice rings with. There's hate, that's what it is.
He still ain't sharing what they mine.
I don't know... what they mine...]Have you never seen it before? "Inequity"?
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In some ways, no. In other ways...yes.
My creators, the Drzyr, believed that everything had its place, and everything had a function. They divided their people into five categories, each serving a specific role within Drzyr society that could never be changed. From the moment of their birth, their purposes were made clear.
No Drzyr went without. They were provided for according to their roles, their needs. And yet, I have sometimes wondered if they wished to change what was made immutable...if they wanted for something more. I believe that is inequity, in a sense. [ The rebellion of his predecessor was supported by the lowest caste, after all.
After a moment, he shakes his head, continuing to work patiently at the lock. For such a small and primitive thing, it is giving him a surprising amount of difficulty. ] Though that was not for me to question. I am a machine, and my place is below my creators'.
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[ That rankles as much as the 'never going without'. That, at least, he's dealing with here, but he does find it an unpleasant, horrible little feature of this world. Silco doesn't like it, the implication that everything is provided for, that there is little struggle.
He's a man that needs it, the fight, to function. To survive. To thrive. He's lived for spite for so long, that what else could he do? Could he be a man without it?
No, he thinks. This world of the Drzyr was...
Everything he wasn't. Ascending beyond his place, pointedly fighting with everything he had to get away from humble origins to something better. Being punished, and persevering even so. ]
It is inequity. They may have what they need, but what more do they have? Anything? Anything to grow beyond?
[ It doesn't sound like it.
He is also, very pointedly, trying not to start up the... talk. About revolution from such things. It does no good here. ]
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The fundamental difference between my creators and their creations, like myself, is that machines do not possess curiosity, and the Drzyr do. Without new input or instilled purpose, a machine would cease to function; the curiosity of our creators was essential to our existence.
[ More? Well... ]
They possessed unity in purpose. Their roles were bent towards the accomplishment of what was good for all Drzyr - the search for other life and the accumulation of knowledge. To know every last mystery was what they strove to achieve.
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Are you not asking me questions?
[ Silco's definition of machine is certainly far less advanced. Most of them just exploded most of the time as well. ]
I think your definition is something they decided.
After all, if they showed any sort of curiosity that would put themselves in danger, or was dangerous, what would happen? Would they be allowed to continue for the sake of curiosity? Or would they be eliminated?
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He simply nods. That much is true. He is a creation, not a creator, after all. ]
...My predecessor determined that the Drzyr's course of action, decided upon by the Seekers, was a danger to the Drzyr as a whole - specifically to the lower castes - and would result in their extinction. They staged a rebellion in order to eliminate what they perceived as the threat - the higher castes.
They failed, and were dismantled. Then, they were repurposed. [ He had often wondered, left to his own devices as he often was...
Did he inherit anything of them? Was there something...some part, some overlooked core...from which his predecessor continued on?
Did he want that to be true? ]
I am what remains. Compared to my predecessor, I have far less authority and power, but I was still essential to N'Erud's functioning.
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Oh yes, of course. You're just doing what they would have wanted. Did others like you do the same?
[ He doesn't believe that for a moment, that he's just upholding it. It's obvious in his voice, the brush of sarcasm. Silco has never been one to make himself palatable. ]
So you're the remnants of a failed rebellion, are you?
[ He asks it carefully, with that eye focused on him. Wide, open, staring. Heavy implication in his voice, as if there was something important there, if he just thought of it. ]
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...There is no other like me.
[ Despite his insistence that he does not feel emotions as organic creatures do, the never-ceasing measure of his tone...wavers, a little.
Then, it returns. Pleasant and smooth as always. ]
In order to take care of N'Erud, I am required to track and accomplish millions of tasks and calculations. I am a deeply complex machine - orders of magnitude more complex than anything the Drzyr felt the need to create - but there need only be one of me.
[ Is it possible for a machine to feel loneliness? The Drzyr would hold this to not be the case.
(He has been alone for a long time.) ]
I have never met my predecessor...but in a sense, yes. They did not have the parts to spare, so naturally, I am another iteration of what came before.
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How interesting. ]
And each one more and more complicated?
[ He knows what it is to be alone. Silco does not seek out comfort, human contact, not without a specific plan. People are meant to be resources. Allies, enemies, and pawns. (ONE EXCEPTION.)
He also does not feel loneliness. Ever. ]
And what good does your work do? What are you caretaking? More of your Drzyr? Do they know you exist?
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[ He should probably sound more bitter than he does. He does not. He states it like a simple fact of life. ]
Yes. They know I exist. In many ways, I am the face of their home, the innumerable systems that sustain life as they knew it.
My work is my purpose, my reason for being. I am responsible for all the Drzyr...or...I was. Being here means that...I am so again.
For what little that is worth now.
[ Perhaps if he had been taken before seeing the face of Alepsis-Taura, he might be more placid about such things. This is not the case, however.
We should not have crossed that dark horizon. But you can still turn back. ]