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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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[For all he might sometimes speak of humans or humanity as though it's something removed from himself, often feeling as though he barely qualifies as a human being, he's not in denial about any biological facts, here.]
And a human can survive for roughly three days without water. It'd be an interesting gamble, wouldn't it? To see if the mission is announced before I can die of dehydration? At the three-day mark, I could even test what happens if I call Aurora on the network for help.
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You're accustomed to the idea.
[ of dying, he means. he turns in dazai's direction. ]
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Castiel-san, if someone were to describe an indeterminate period of suffering with no guarantees of respite for any duration or frequency, what would you think they were talking about? Isn't "torture" the first word that comes to mind?
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Ah, I suppose...
[ so the association you're making, is... ]
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But then, isn't that also a way one could describe a human life?
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honestly, it's almost funny. ]
That's the same argument I used.
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[That is funny, honestly. Irony sure is a hell of a thing.]
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[ it feels like such a long time ago now, but it's only been a year. to an angel, that's practically nothing at all. ]
"In paradise, all is forgiven."
cw very explicit death idealization/romanticization
You know, when we first met, on the network, I resented you. Your existence represented the worst possible fate I could imagine, after all. Persisting on indefinitely, without hope of an ending.
[He shakes his head, softly.]
I don't need to be forgiven, Castiel-san. Truthfully, I don't regret very much in my life. Less than I probably should. I simply want to turn out the light, pull up the covers, and sleep. I have been waiting for it for a very, very long time.
ditto
but now, he does. and now that he does, he feels... pain. guilt, anger, confusion. once this is all over, and they save their worlds or don't, what point will there be to his continued existence?
he can't envision a future. ]
I understand, Dazai.
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Even so, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if he does, because this really is the last piece, isn't it? Castiel wanted to live, before his world changed around him. Odasaku wanted to be a writer, and all at once no longer felt he had the ability to, as the solid ground beneath his feet was torn out from him.
The cage no longer matters to him, either. Trying to resist, keeping back the most vulnerable pieces of him ... he can't do it. He feels as though Castiel has run him through with one of those holy swords and he is burning from the inside out.]
You really are ... just like him.
[He sighs, and there's the barest grumble. It's not even really meant to be audible, save for the lack of any other sounds or distractions in the dark:]
Dean had better keep you safe.
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[ it seems like the only thing to say in response.
solid ground is something they all seem to take for granted, one way or another. castiel never thought his world could change. maybe the person dazai knew was the same. perhaps his future was snatched away for the sake of some greater cause— one dazai no doubt resents. he couldn't say if that cause was good. if it was worth it. if it was worth anything at all. it's not his place to make that judgement anymore, anyway.
the cage swings, the soft whine of rusted chains playing the backing vocals to their conversation. is this all intentional, he wonders? did echo let this happen? forcing vulnerability. intimacy. for its own causes. in that sense, playing along would mean playing into echo's hands. but despite castiel's inexperience with humanity, he knows the admission dazai just made is a personal one.
it's not something he would have said voluntarily.
the mumbled words that follow aren't meant for his ears at all. they reach them anyway. he could argue that it's his duty to keep dean safe— but he doubts that matters. instead, he makes an admission of his own.
it's been setting on the tip of his tongue since they were captured together. it's the one thing that feels like a worthy admission in this company. ]
... You were right, you know.
About Dean and I. About my... feelings.
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No, Castiel is merely a reminder of a grief that has already lived in his skin for four years. It's just that most of the time, with most people, it is an old scar that aches in bad weather. Castiel, with nothing of guile or ill intention, nonetheless digs his fingernails in the wound and tears, with every new conversation. It wouldn't have ever been for him to know, the ache in his heart when they speak, the nostalgia that he has given nobody the right to share with him. He couldn't hold the angel responsible for that; the blame lies solely with Echo, as far as he's concerned.]
I thought I might be. You never once denied that you would do anything for him, even then.
[He's silent a while. Then:]
His name was Sakunosuke Oda, but I never cared for it. Oda is too short, but Sakunosuke is too long, so I called him Odasaku. He walked willingly to his death for a battle he knew he wouldn't survive. He wasn't like me, though, who has only ever longed for death. He wanted to live. He wanted to be a writer.
[The cage clicks open. Dazai ignores it.]
You told me you understand, but I don't think that's true. I think you don't want to die, but you're afraid to live when your world no longer makes sense. You're afraid of how human you've become, and how much more human you might yet be. It only makes sense. You've been watching us suffer for thousands of years, after all.
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he didn't trust echo in the first place, but his tacit acceptance is curdling. it's beginning to taste more like resentment.
as his thoughts organize themselves, there are several questions resting on the tip of his tongue. he wants to ask dazai if he really thinks it's worth it. to try to live as a human. to try to live apart from his brothers, separated from his own home forever. could he? would it be worth it, even if he could? he's admitted his feelings for dean, but he doesn't know how else to express those but by putting himself to some use. what happens when he has nothing left to give?
could he forgive himself?
it feels like he's running out of time. did dazai feel that way too, with odasaku? when sakunosuke oda gave up his dreams, did dazai know the shape of the end?
by the time he speaks, his throat is dry. he wonders if dazai understands that, too. ]
We should go.