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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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[ Hands behind his back, Riz rocks on his heels to lean to the side, getting a better look at Silco's clothes. ]
You look like you got all kinds of fucked up before you got here. Do you need, like... medical attention? [ His eyes narrow. ] Those bullet holes look a little bigger than the ones I'm used to.
[ His arqubus is, as always, strapped underneath his armpit and ready to go, but it does look a bit archaic in nature. Bullets aren't quite so deadly in Spyre. Everything else is, though. ]
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His lips spread into a thin line. ]
No, I was healed when I arrived, I am perfectly fine.
[ Ok, so there are also cuts on his cheeks, a stab wound here and there that he's bandaged. He might have...already gotten into a fight.
Don't worry about it! ]
Just a recent altercation that my arrival sought to undo. I am much more interested in your notes.
[ Of course he is!! ]
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[ He doesn't jump to the idea that Silco was killed immediately, largely because he's from a world in which sufficiently powerful people can take bullets with barely batting an eye. Hell, Riz himself had been shot in the face not so long ago, and -- okay, he'd batted an eye pretty hard at that one but he survived it!
He rises to his full height, brushing himself off as fastidiously as a cat. ]
You might get shot again here, though, [ he says bluntly. ] It can get pretty dangerous.
[ Riz himself is notably is wandering around in open carry and is one of the few here to do so, but he won't be the one shooting him. Probably. Maybe? He doesn't know him yet! ]
I can share my notes outlining exactly how dangerous it is. C'mon, let's get somewhere without some creepy lady eavesdropping. What happened, anyway?
[ Riz, you can't just ask someone how they got shot! Actually, no, that's a perfectly reasonable question. ]
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[ He picks at his shirt. He is Very happy to get away from Tatiana though, and he put his hands behind his back. Silco cuts a slim, slight figure without his coat to help make him look larger, like a lizard with a frill.
He watches suspiciously around them, even as they start walking. Memorizing the streets, the names, the locations. Wherever they go, he's making sure to mentally tabulate it. Silco might not be a super genius like his daughter, but he's smart, and he's crafty. ]
Gunshot.
[ He says, like it should be obvious. (It is.) He's also going to very pointedly not say what actually killed him, but that might be because... well. It's his daughter. He's very pointedly refusing to talk about that. With her, or with anyone else. As far as anyone knew that wasn't there, it hadn't happened.
As far anyone that was there knew, it didn't happen either. Silco and Jinx were dancing around that one. ]
It's not exactly a novel story where I am from, you see.
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Which did not motivate him in any way to stop shooting people, mind. It's just further motivated him to shoot them before they shot him first, because that fucking hurt. ] But I still wouldn't call it a normal Tuesday. What happened? Do you live in, like, Crime Central?
[ Maybe he lives in a place like Leviathan. That would definitely track -- and so would the casual manner in which the stranger is discussing it. Usually Riz would expect someone to be at least a little bit traumatized, especially if they didn't have a Cleric right on their ass before pain overwhelmed adrenaline. ]
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He isn't doing that!! ]
Crime Central? [ A soft laugh. ] Yes, I suppose that is what topsiders think we are.
[ He reached up to his face and tapped at the mottled, stringy skin under his eye. The one without a lid. ]
Does it look like I'm a stranger to violence? Or pain?
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[ Despite the gun and sword swinging at his hip, Riz still manages not to look like someone who's seen a lot of danger. He's earnest, young, the only scars being the ones on his hands that had never healed right after what had happened in the arcade - his separation from Kristen being processed through the jail cell had proved highly inconvenient - and the crisp suit doesn't exactly scream street smarts. But he doesn't sound like he's bullshitting either. ]
A lot of people consider my life to be unusually violent, but that'd still be significant to me, is all I'm saying. [ He is examining Silco's face, though, now that he's been invited to. Where he was previously too polite to openly gawk, now he feels allowed to take a proper look at him. The twisted skin, the bared eye, the pattern of the scars... ] That one looks like an old scar. Was it an acid attack?
[ Honestly? Riz would prefer being shot. ]
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He talks of violence, he carries weapons. Silco decides he's probably more familiar with danger than most. Or at least as much as your average Zaunite. (It's more.) ]
Acid? No.
[ He blinked — it's really a wink with only one lid — before he tipped his head, to give him a better look. ]
It's what happens when you combine an open wound with river water where I am from.
[ Because the river is that fucking toxic. His lips curl into a little smile, but it isn't a pleasant one. ]
Let's just say it becomes routine after a bit. This is fairly old, after all, and I've grown used to it.
[ And used to the treatments. ]
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He tips his head in one direction, blinking up at Silco's scarred face as they walk, well away from the hubbub as people excitedly compare eggs. ]
So the river is toxic, probably... probably because of those people you mentioned who make assumptions about the place you live, right? [ He can put the pieces together. Rich people suck, as they inevitably do, and they fuck things up for the people most affected by them. Riz has seen all manner of things, but he thinks he'd be most surprised to hear about a world that doesn't function that way. ] I'm sorry, that sucks.
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[ He drawled. ]
You had nothing to do with it, did you? You didn't expose my wounds to it.
[ His hands behind his back, he tipped his head upward, as if he's considering his words. ]
Apologies are for those who want to alleviate a guilt. That is not your guilt to bear. It taught me a lesson, and therefore it has value. No matter how... terrible it is to behold.
[ And it was. Eerie in its own way, but probably not to Riz, who's seen plenty of fucked up things by now.
But Silco has a point. He hates apologies, but more than that, he knows what this lesson taught him. He would be dead, if he hadn't been willing to learn that lesson. ]
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One thing he can say with certainty is that this man is confident. Incredibly so, in fact, willing to guide a conversation and make a point even days (hours?) after being shot and interdimensionally kidnapped, the sort of domineering personality that Riz could only dream of having. It's a little discomfiting, honestly. ]
Well. [ He taps his foot. He's definitely guilty of using apologies to alleviate guilt, and very recently at that. ] I've always been taught that there are different types of apologies. Apologies where you gotta own up to doing something wrong, and apologies that are just meant to express, like -- sympathy? Empathy? That you wish something hadn't happened?
[ He wrinkles his nose. ]
Something like that.
[ Note to self: don't apologize to Silco again. ]
But if you don't want it, I take it back. I'm not sorry, then. [ Is that not even ruder...? ]
So. What is it that you learned, anyway?
[ Other than don't fall into the toxic river. ]
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[ He says, though it's a little more amused than not. Don't apologize to Silco, indeed. ]
It's a lesson I needed to learn, you know. Yes, it was perhaps the most violent way possible, but that hardly means that it wasn't necessary. I learned that day, that there are certain truths about the world. That people will look towards the weak, and they will take what they must from them.
That the way to survival is to never turn your back on the opportunity to become more than what they thought you should be. To be stronger than they thought you were.
[ Become the monster, etc etc, but Silco has already identified that his power speech is probably not going to be in good company in this place, so he's ad libbing it. ]
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[ That sounds a little like a well-meaning Bad Guy speech. It sounds a lot like a well-meaning Bad Guy speech, in fact, what with all the focus on how the weak are doomed to suffer, and how you have to pursue excellence to shake it off.
Which Riz doesn't buy, honestly. He knows a lot of people he considers to be weak, but they seem to be having perfectly happy little lives, with their children and their wives and their normal, well-paid jobs and their house with a yard, and maybe even a cat or a dog to keep them company. He does not say this out loud, of course, but there's certainly a measure of scrutiny in his expression as he looks thoughtfully up at Silco.
A guy fucks up his eye, and that's it for his mental state for the rest of his life, huh? ]
I'm not the first guy you've told this to, [ he adds. ] That sounds like -- rah, rah, vive la revolution type shit. So? Are you super strong now?
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Oh, I've been fighting this fight my entire life. You're right, I've whipped up a few crowds with it.
[ Particularly in his youth, before he'd lost well.
Said mental state. ]
I would not say I'm physically strong, but there are many kinds of strength. [ He looks at Riz for a moment. ]
Something I think you'd probably understand. So yes.
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[ Which Riz isn't, admittedly, a fact that everyone knows damn well. Hell, his first month here, the first challenge that he came across was a freaking door that was too heavy for him to open.
But Silco doesn't need to know that. And besides... he sniffs. ]
You don't need to be strong if you have a gun anyway. [ He can't exactly deny the truth, after all. ]
So what's your end goal back home, then? Some kinda revolution? With you at the helm?