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etrayalogs2025-09-21 10:10 pm
reincarnesiac) wrote in etrayalogs2025-09-21 10:10 pm
( open ) some long for longevity
WHO: Alex, Vax'ildan, & [ you ]
WHEN: During Mission 011
WHERE: Throughout Etraya
WHAT: Open prompts and closed starters for scenarios.
NOTES\WARNINGS: Body horror, dismemberment, more tbd
WHEN: During Mission 011
WHERE: Throughout Etraya
WHAT: Open prompts and closed starters for scenarios.
NOTES\WARNINGS: Body horror, dismemberment, more tbd
or somewhere they could start again | memories found
Alex stands on the path through the woods, hand held out, catching falling leaves. Her fingers twitch under the slight, damp weight of the orange-yellow leaves with their mottled brown spots as they settle on her palm, some sliding off within seconds as a cool wind gusts pasts, heavy with whispers of indiscernible words.
She rocks back on her heels, fingers curling into her palm and crushing the leaves there, releasing their sharp, earthy scent. She brings her hand to her face, inhaling, brow furrowed in a gentle sort of confusion. Alex remembers herself, but not why she's here. Why is she on this road, stretching into fog on either side, lined by trees reaching into the heights of the same fog, shadows that silhouette themselves into the swallowed distance.
"I'm Won Xiuying," she says to herself, fingers curling tighter into the leaves she holds. Hard enough her nails bite through them, into the flesh of her palm. "Alexandra Won. Alex."
She feels this all to be true. So why is it when she turns back, looking to the person standing there, then down toward their feet, to the glint of something glimpsed in the leaves scattered in piles at their feet. She steps closer, hand dropping down, crushed leaves falling from suddenly lax fingers. What is it? What is it? Why do I want to see?
"Is that yours," she asks, "Or mine?"
( ooc: indicate if you'd like to share a memory, or have a memory shared from Alex! if from Alex, let me know if you want trauma, comedy, or exceedingly mundane. )where they would never be the same | crash into you
Fog curdles around each of them, thick and relentless and gasping, winding tentacles of air around limbs without weight, sliding over frames without intention, calling on shadows to slide closer in the susurrations of the fog's ebb and flow, white waves crashing against the shores of their sensibilities. From this, the quick staccato step of a body in motion, tap tap tap, and from above the stretched wings of arms that gain their own halo of intent, a star crashing down upon the landscape, fallen and falling and joyous. The illusion of menacing forms fracture as Alex soars through them, coming to a landing in a crouch and a curious, popping upward motion, turning and dancing back, arms out, expression grim.
I am here. The vent is not. We are here. The vent is open. Alex holds these thoughts in alternating rounds, before she smiles, distracted, but seeking out the person nearest.
"Hey," she says, shoulders dropping a touch. "I didn't crash down through someone important, did I?"
Alternately, she crashed down into you. Do you fight, rolling into action, ready to defend yourself from a physical threat and met in turn? Is she left straddling your not-insubstantial form, apology ready on her lips? Are you knocked out entirely, and Alex hauls you off the streets to recover somewhere in greater safety? Or something else entirely?where it rains every day | wildcard
( ooc: hit me up with any prompt of your choosing, or riffing off anything in event, or thoughts from plotting; i'm happy to roll with most everything! tag in whatever style you'd like our thread to go, i'll match. )
closed | custom prompt | vax'ildan
Her hands linger as they touch different decorations, feeling the plastic vividly beneath her fingertips. The ever present fog is absent now, instead replaced by this entirely out of place evening in what feels like a sleepy residential neighborhood. There aren't any of those truly within Etraya, but this isn't the first oddity she's seen since the fog rolled in, and she knows, or believes she knows, when something is real.
Too clear. Too physical. Whatever this scenario is intending to be, it's manifested, and she needs to figure a way through it. Which is why she turns around to try and leave the property, because why would she go to the house? It's telegraphed as the way to go, warm and lit and friendly, wafting delicious scents, and it only gets more apparent when the decorations start to move, a particularly dashing skeleton in a top hat reaching out to wrap plastic bony fingers around her wrist. Alex glances up at him, frowning.
"Is this really necessary?"
He clatters his plastic teeth, tugging her toward the house, and she sighs. She could take him, or the other plastic ornaments and figures slowly turning her way, but she may as well see what the crux of this situation is, within the belly of that beautiful house. She turns with the skeleton, slipping her arm through his, and lets him escort her right up the stairs and to the front door. With a polite, albeit not so sincere, thank you, she reaches out and knocks.
... Nothing happens.
She knocks again.
Nothing happens, but she does hear voices inside. Giving up on propriety, and also resigning herself to no indoor slippers, Alex opens the door to step inside, only to be confronted with the sight of two beautiful, voluptuous older women draping themselves around...
"... Vax'ildan?" Juuust what has she walked into?
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But the strangest thing is Vax, who is sitting at the head of the table with Goldie right across his lap. She giggles in his ear with her arms around him, one hand stroking his hair while Meryl refills his cup.
Seeing the new visitor, Vax's smile lights up. "Alex!" He partakes of his drink. "Come in! Look, there's no fog here! Isn't it great?" As far as he's concerned, they can recuperate or even hide out here until the fog has passed. No need to go outside again at all!
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"Darling! So glad a friend of a friend could stop by! We love having Vax here, he's such a sweetheart, so willing, so giving — surely any friend of his would be as well?"
Alex subtly steps to the side of the hug that Meryl seems to want to come in for. It's one thing when she knows people. It's something else under present circumstances, and even her smile goes from confused-but-polite to strained-and-slipping.
"Uh, Vax, that's... you know. The fog? Not having it is. Kind of worse. If you haven't noticed?"
Goldie is nuzzling at his temple, and Meryl again tries to reach for Alex, who like a cat displeased at an outstretched hand, instead throws her own arms wide to gesture at the table.
"Very impressive spread! Have you ladies been cooking all night?" While edging down the table toward the only Etrayan she knows for sure is in this room.
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Goldie happily keeps Vax company and offers to feed him some of the food from a fork. He takes the bite and chews.
"This place is sooo relaxing, isn't it? I don't think I'll ever leave."
"We don't want you to!" Goldie chimes in. "And your friend should stay, too. We've got plenty of room."
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Meryl giggles, which is a weirdly pleasing sound. Goldie opens her mouth as she feeds Vax another delightful morsel, encouraging him closer, where it's easier to absorb his energy at minimal cost to herself.
"Oh, sweetling, we just want some of your vitality. You're both so young. So virile. Surely you can spare two kindly ladies like ourselves some of that life?"
Alex checks her impulse to pull all the way back, and instead laughs, extra awkwardly. "I don't think you're supposed to tell women they're virile... I mean, maybe I am? Um. Vax. Vax, can you stop feeling virile for a moment?" She waves her hand at him, hoping to draw his attention. "I think you need to get up. Not get it up, just get up. You know? Because they want to energy vampire you."
Meryl pouts, trying to reach for Alex, even as Goldie attempts to twirl some of Vax's hair, no matter how short, around her finger. "Sweetling, why would you put it like that? We're so much more pleasant than a blood sucking vampire bitch like Sharon down the street."
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"Don't be silly, Alex. Just enjoy their hospitality." Alex will have to do something a little more extreme if she wants to tear Vax's attention away from Goldie, and the woman has no intention of letting her meal slip away.
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Her mind reaches back to any of the various people she knows back home. Rafayel would just fall on him, probably. Zayne might go for water over the head. Sylus...
Oh. Huh. Sylus.
Alex walks closer, ignoring Meryl's hand. She leans over to take hold of one corner of Vax's chair, behind his shoulder, and hooks her foot around the leg. With a deft twist and application of force, she spins him toward her, leaving Goldie to make a sort of pretty little shriek and fall first into his lap, then to the floor as Alex continues the momentum. Then she nudges one knee onto Vax's thigh, pushing the chair off balance and leaning in to duck her head down to talk by his ear. More accidentally than intentionally brushing against it with her forehead, because she's used to human ears, they've got less point to them.
"Don't you think when you're looking for a good time, kitten, you should find tastier prey to sink your teeth into?"
... There may have been... a problem. With deciding to use Sylus as her inspiration. Dear stars above. Behind her, Meryl gasps with a sort of fluttering quality to her voice, why Goldie is slowly getting herself and her... no, her arm came off in that fall? Uh.
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As Alex spins his chair, Vax can't help but notice. Goldie slips and falls off his lap, and before he can blink, Alex is leaning in very, very close. As the chair teeters, his body does the same and grabs something to steady himself, which happens to be the side of the thigh that's got its knee on him.
"Uh..." His face flushes at the brush against his half-elven ear (those are sensitive, you know) and the sudden proximity. "A-Alex?"
"What..." His eyes then catch the bit of movement next to him, and he double takes at the sight of Goldie's arm on the ground. ".. the fuck?" Okay, he's sober now. At least Alex's plan worked.
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Meanwhile she doesn't pull back, because then he doesn't have to see her look of mortification at what she just said. Fleeting as it is, given she's hearing the change in his voice when it's not wondering what the heck she's doing, and she can instead rock the chair back down and lean back, taking hold of his arm to haul him to his feet while more or less throwing herself backward and twisting them both away from the converging women.
Or the one woman coming toward them with a pout and Goldie's near-scowl as she holds up her disconnected arm. "What poor manners! If you'd given me another few minutes, this never would have happened!"
"We seriously need to get out of here!"
Goldie, attempting to stick her arm back in, and Meryl going to help her before wagging a finger at them like they're naughty puppies she just caught mouthing her shoes.
"Now you both sit back down and play nice, and not with each other! Or at least not without us —"
Alex tosses her hands up, choosing to entirely ignore everything she just did to get Vax to stop getting life-force drained, because at least he sounds like he's paying attention now. And not to Goldie's whatever! "Sorry, but I'm allergic to whatever's going on here? Me and ki—," stars she almost says kitten again, but manages to avert that at the last moment, "Vax thank you for your hospitality, and also we're going now."
Backing up, away from the table, and ready to pull Vax along if he's not following suit.
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When he's tugged from the chair, he turns to look around and takes a few more steps back as the pair of women begin to advance on them.
"Yeah," they need to leave. Vax couldn't agree more. He is following her, but as they turn to go, Meryl waves her hand and the doors leading into the dining room slam shut and lock, leaving them trapped inside.
Vax reaches down to his belt, then looks at the women quickly. "What have you done with my daggers?"
Goldie tsks, "Can't have you throwing dangerous things around in our home, can we?"
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"Will you stop trying to destroy our home?!" Meryl asks, tossing up her hands in exasperation, stalking toward the broken doors. Alex scrambles up and gestures to Vax: time to get out into the hall these doors connect to, and then to the front door.
"Come on! Maybe they threw your daggers out on the lawn?"
Little does she know about the decorations slowly turning themselves to face the door to the house, lining up in uneven rows and waiting on their mistress's orders: catch anyone or anything trying to leave, and escort it back inside.
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"Let's hope so." Vax hurries after Alex. Since she took care of the first set of doors, he figures he ought to do the next set. His dash lets him throw his shoulder into the door and it swings open with a BANG, only for them to be confronted with a lot of lawn ornaments.
"The fuck?"