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EVENT 021

Solitary Voyage
The first light of dawn does not come this morning. The moonlight outside continues to cast its muted glow over the Grove, still high in the sky. No matter how long you wait, no matter how many minutes or hours slip by, the darkness remains, and the silvery sentinel refuses to yield to the sun. It also appears bigger than usual, its surface etched with shadows that seem to pulse with a life of their own, and you swear there weren't this many stars peppering the night sky last night.

Despite the oppressive night that looms above, there’s an odd sense of calm. No werewolves prowl the streets, no ominous howls echo through the trees, or other dangers that usually seem to threaten the Grove. In fact, it's not making it more cold than usual, either. The ice on the river, once a solid barrier, begins to chip away, revealing glimmers of water beneath, giving new life to the creatures that call it home. A handful of the baby Seaborn even flop out of the water to explore the world, as if it's entirely new to them and hasn't only been a month since they've been unable to be on solid ground.

The only thing that the perpetual night seems to be affecting is the local wildlife. Disoriented and confused, they flit about in a daze, their natural rhythms thrown into chaos. The diurnal creatures now wander aimlessly with their instincts dulled. Someone should probably feed these poor critters before they forget how to forage for themselves.

The Grove also seems to be sans one sea jelly. Hope no one booked their therapy appointment this month.
The Reef is Immortal
It was the loud creaking that caught your attention first, a sound that reverberated through the ground like the groan of a ship caught in a storm. There's a... tree? Or, wait, no. That can't be right. It's colossal, easily taller than the supposed "limit" of the sky barrier, but it's also... blue? There's a smattering of bioluminescent patches that give a white glow, especially under the pale moonlight. The "branches" swayed unnaturally, each one moving independently, like a thousand skeletal fingers reaching for the heavens.

With the coming of this "tree" also comes something some of you may be familiar with - the Nethersea Brand. It's a blue, web-like membrane that more resembles flesh than what anyone would like to admit. Contact with the membrane is not recommended as it invokes a creeping dread that gnaws at the edges of your mind and locks your muscles and bones. It wears off... eventually, but if you don't get out of it in time it'll continue to chew at your nervous system.

It is not localized like it was last time, either. It spreads and expands to cover all of the Grove more and more with each moment, every hour swallowing more and more land, with just a few exceptions. One, the Inn's lobby, which is protected by the Inquistion's Fireplace inside. And two... surprisingly, the River and its banks, where the Guardians (and the Behemoth) seem to be taking solace from the threat.

The baby Seaborn are not aware of many things, but they are at least cognizant that some of you don't seem to do well in the Brand, with some control over what it covers. If you're by the river, they seem to be able to control the brand just enough to free you, chirping in an innocent manner. You do not know what they are saying, but you can imagine it's something along the lines of "Hi! What doing!" There's less of them in the river currently, but the few that are around are nesting on Moder or following Sinann around. They do not sense the distress. They are just babies.
The Mass of Sorrow

The sensation of being trapped in the web-like brand is suffocating, a foreign sensation of the boundaries that have been blurred between your identity and the collective consciousness of others. Each time you succumb to the nervous impairment, it feels like you’re slipping through a veil, where the lines between your thoughts and those of others dissolve into a swirling mass of emotions and memories.

You can’t shake the feeling of grief that lingers in your chest, a weight that seems to grow heavier with each passing moment. It’s as if you’re mourning something you can’t quite grasp—perhaps the remnants of your own past, or the fragments of lives that are not your own. When you finally come to again, rising up from the brand to attempt to move again, you'll notice you have tear stains against your face you don't remember crying.

It's not easy to escape the brand, either. Between the rough terrain flesh-y webs make and the way it slowly neutralizes your nerves, it's a wonder you can keep moving at all. But more than that, there's this... voice...

"Embrace... Our Warmth..."

In short moments of clarity, you remember... dreaming? Remembering? Commiserating...? Something. Whatever the case, you were in someone's mind. Maybe your own. Maybe someone else's. Maybe even something from the forest - the brand is taking all prisoner, after all.

Best hope We Many doesn't share anything you don't want anyone to see, because it doesn't seem like you get much of a choice.
Elegy of the Outliers
Those holed up inside are not entirely forgotten. While the warmth of the fireplace and the kin of the river may keep the brand at bay, the persistent weight of grief and sadness still reaches those within. It is the curse of an ancient being long gone, a sorrow that lingers like a scar. Yet, this sorrow can be softened by the company of those around you. Distractions, warmth, and togetherness serve as reminders that collaboration is, as always, the answer.

Gazing out at the brand, one will notice shadows moving along the fleshy web—shadows that seem hauntingly familiar. Loved ones move through the Grove as if it has come alive again, as if the threat of an obsessed, fallen deity has vanished, and things have reached some form of normalcy once again.

Upon closer inspection, the observant may discern that these are not true apparitions, but rather the brand's way of storing memories within We Many's consciousness. It is a surreal experience, reliving moments through the Seaborn that drift freely about. This phenomenon is both unsettling and captivating—perhaps it could even make for compelling television while you remain trapped inside. Yet, the sight of a loved one, even as a mere shadow, may also be overwhelming, pulling you away from your current sanctuary.

Be careful out there.
Spark Notes
summary
Solitary Voyage is this moon's journey. The expected dawn fails to arrive, leaving the Grove shrouded in an unusual, persistent moonlight. While the darkness disrupts the local wildlife, causing confusion and disorientation, it also brings life to the river as baby Seaborn venture out.

The Reef is Immortal, bringing forth a colossal, bioluminescent "tree" in the Grove, accompanied by the spreading menace of the Nethersea Brand, a blue, web-like membrane that induces paralysis upon contact. While the Brand expands across the land, the Inn's lobby remains safe, and the baby Seaborn near the river seem to possess a surprising ability to help free those ensnared by the Brand, blissfully unaware of the surrounding danger.

The Mass of Sorrow is the experience of being ensnared in the Nethersea Brand. Personal identity blurs with the collective consciousness, leading to overwhelming grief and confusion as emotions and memories intertwine.

Elegy of the Outliers, or those sheltered from the Nethersea Brand, still feel the Arbor's weight of grief and sadness, a lingering curse that can be eased by the warmth and companionship of others. As shadows resembling loved ones move through the brand, it becomes clear that these are not true apparitions but memories stored within We Many's consciousness.
out of character
This month's event has been written entirely by Rubie! Please be nice and say thank you Rubie! Enjoy your memory shares and your eldritch horrors, and remember that questions asked should be asked in public channels and not DMs if they're related to this month's event. Have fun!
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goldenambition: (13)

[personal profile] goldenambition 2025-02-07 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)
So I assume probably 'no' but does the inn fireplace's flame maintain it's protective aura when spread, say to a torch or lanturn?
lupusxylem: (56)

[personal profile] lupusxylem 2025-02-07 05:11 pm (UTC)(link)
How crossable is the river, right now? I just realized while typing my toplevel that the triguns might be stuck on the other side if there's no way past the Brand oops
mooninthewater: (2)

[personal profile] mooninthewater 2025-02-07 05:47 pm (UTC)(link)
It does, actually! But only for a short amount of time. It is only an undying fire because of the Originium in the fireplace. Without it, the fire will die fairly quickly outside of it.

How fast that is really all depends on what's more fun for you, but if you'd want an average, I'd say roughly it'd burn for about maybe 5 minutes outside of the fireplace?
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[personal profile] mooninthewater 2025-02-07 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
The river is extremely crossable, actually. It's one of the few places not covered with brand. In fact, it'll be where the Guardians will congregate to stay out of the brand themselves. I'm sure if you look at Moder like 🥺🥺🥺🥺 she'll probably scoop you so you don't get wet, but otherwise. its fine.
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Sesa | Arknights

[personal profile] sesa 2025-02-07 05:52 pm (UTC)(link)
A) Solitary Voyage | Therapy Building | Open

[Though the oddity of the sun not yet having risen is not lost on Sesa, he's clocking it up to "time is weird and I just probably woke up early on accident, it's fine", mainly because he doesn't want any weird happenings to interrupt his plans for today. He's heading off to the Therapy Building to hang out and play games with Mizuki, as he tends to do some mornings. He would have spent the night in lieu of a sleepover, but the failed attack on Suri has left him feeling a bit on edge. Too on edge to leave Elliot for that long, so he's making up for it with this.

He walks inside and heads for the main room where the games and TV are all set up, his tail curling in happy arcs behind him as he calls out, his voice echoing a bit.]


Mizuki, my friend! Come out if you aren't busy, I thought we could do some more work on our Minecraft server today!

[He sets an armful of Things on his kotatsu which he dragged in while it was still super cold out, which appear to be snacks that he pilfered from the Inn. Snacks, drinks...

Sesa blinks and stands back upright with his hands on his hips.]


Mizuki?

[He's...pretty sure Mizuki would be here, especially with Elsword's recent return. Especially if it's still early in the morning like Sesa is guessing, there's nowhere else Mizuki could be, and that...

...

He turns, looking back at a still-empty room, suddenly no longer smiling.]


......Mizuki?


B) The Reef is Immortal | The Grove | Open

[When Sesa sees the Brand, he knows something's gone wrong. He doesn't know what exactly or how, just that this isn't the way things should be, and Mizuki's disappearance is only making it all feel worse. Never mind the way his own Seaborn was acting just shortly before this...it makes a lot of sense now why he wasn't letting him sleep. And now, as Sesa carefully picks his way through walkable patches of ground, the Seaborn dog hops ahead of him with tail wagging, even though the atmosphere of the outdoors is anything but pleasant despite the eerie calm.

The plan is to look for Mizuki, but it's pretty immediate that it gets derailed when he sees others wandering out from their homes, others who definitely don't know what Nethersea Brand is or what it does. So, if he sees you getting near it- or even already with your hand on it- he'll suddenly lurch towards you and try to pull you back.]


Stop, don't let it touch you!

[But at some point, Sesa can't avoid the Brand even as much as he tries to. And just like everyone else touched by it, his memories will be laid bear for all who might witness them.

His canon memories include witnessing the arson that took his brother's life, or memories of his life in Sargon.

His past-life memories include growing up in the Grove as a child, or being tasked to assist in the construction of the Grove's various buildings.

(Anything planned can be a "wildcard" so just let me know if you wanna do something specific!)]


C) Elegy of the Outliers | The Inn | Open

[When his search for Mizuki doesn't bear fruit, Sesa finds himself left to wonder what he can even do. Trying to venture deeper into the Brand without a plan would be suicide, and he knows that. He thinks, maybe, a meeting with the other Terrans would be a good call to order, but...

He frets. He sits in a chair by one of the Inn windows, his tail lashing and his claws pulling at the armrest as he stares outside at the Brand reaching across every surface, and Seaborn basically almost everywhere...

If you're in the Inn with Sesa, you might notice that he sits here, staring out there, for a very long time. Like he's transfixed by something.

Like he's seen something.


[OOC: Plotting post here!]
lupusxylem: (42)

Nicholas D. Wolfwood | Trigun Stampede

[personal profile] lupusxylem 2025-02-07 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)
A) Solitary Voyage | Vash's Cabin (the porch) | Open

[It's the calm before the storm feeling that's made it difficult for Wolfwood to sleep, tonight. He doesn't even really know what time it is, so when he steps out onto the porch for a smoke, he thinks nothing of the fact that it's still dark and the moon is...moon. It's very much a moon tonight. Was it that big the night before? God, he doesn't know.

So he'll smoke for a while, watching the twisting tendrils of smoke waft up into the sky. Maybe he'll just stay up at this point and watch the sunrise, he thinks as he leans forward against the railing.

...but he stands there for what must be an hour. Then another. And nothing. Which...isn't typically in itself too much cause for alarm when time is so fucked here, but Wolfwood is perceptive enough to catch on to the signs that it's worse than the calm makes it out to be. He definitely stands there long enough to watch an owl, bleary with exhaustion because it should be tucking in to sleep in a tree by now, crashes clumsily through low hanging branches in an attempt to land. He also sees what he thinks is a fox pacing the perimeter of the outer edges of the Grove anxiously, as if it doesn't know where to go.

He exhales another long breath, smoke coming with it, and mutters to himself:]


Here we go again.


B) The Reef is Immortal | The Grove | Open

[Wolfwood's knowledge of things from Terra is not enough that he understands yet the gravity of what's going on right now, just that it's definitely something that's been cooked up to make them suffer uniquely, he reckons. He has noticed Mizuki's absence, which is more than a little bit concerning, so he's keeping his eyes peeled for the little guy as he tries to investigate what's going on now that he's determined it's probably day-ish by now.

And, well. There's fucking shit everywhere? About the only place it hasn't completely covered is the river, which is a good thing because it means Wolfwood can actually get across the damn thing. Of course, getting across without getting soaked and then freezing is the main issue...but he can thank Moder for scooping him and gently depositing him on the other side to make sure that doesn't happen. Thank you Moder you're a real one.

Of course though, that won't be enough to save him from the Brand itself beyond the river, and it turns out his prosthetic loves getting tangled up in it even when he's trying to not step on it. He doesn't even know it's bad, but given that it looks all...weird and fleshy? Yeah he's been around the block enough times to know he doesn't want to get near that.

So, when he gets stuck, he'll thoughtlessly reach down to try to rip himself free, first pulling with his hand braced against the good part of his thigh, and when that doesn't work he'll relent and touch the stuff directly-]


Sh-i-it-!!

[And near immediately, he feels his muscles convulse beyond his control, because it feels like he's literally just been electrocuted. And the harder he tries to pull free, the more it seems he gets stuck in the stuff.

Anyone nearby will see Wolfwood trying to grab for his dagger from his inner pocket, but as the effects of the Brand take over, he fumbles and drops it among the fleshy masses, out of reach and otherwise useless.]


C) The Mass of Sorrow | This is the Memshare Prompt | Open

[While Wolfwood is able to escape the Brand's clutches a few times, he isn't going to always be so lucky. It's difficult to avoid given where it's spread, and typically by the time it's latched on firm to his prosthetic he can't tell he's been got until it's too late. The nervous impairment takes great delight in wrapping thin fingers through his ribs and making it feel like he's going to fall apart from the inside out, and the grief. It's unlike anything he's ever experienced, bar none. A feat, when he's mourned more times now than he can count, this feeling of ceaseless loss and hopelessness...

And his memories are no longer his to hide, kept tight to his chest.

Wolfwood has the following memories that can be experienced from his canon life, from his childhood, being captured by the Eye, killing a giant worm, and stopping an out of control Sand Steamer from destroying an orphanage.

From his past-life, his time in the Grove after leaving Haven is all fair game, and will largely be him as an adult experiencing his daily life.

(If we've discussed something specific, just mention it's a wildcard and we'll go from there!)]


[OOC: Plotting post here!]
eidxiety: (Default)

mind the cws please-

[personal profile] eidxiety 2025-02-07 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
i. insert the 300th "thnks fr th mmrs" joke here
a) The past - Open
cws: religious homophobia, evangelical bullshit mentions, abusive family
[At some point early in the Grove's existence, a new boy moves in. He's bitchy, and bratty, and seems to think you're lesser than him. Not religious? Lesser than him, and also going to Hell. And he'll tell you that! He'll let you know that you're going to Hell in any way he possibly can. The fact is, Ain... is mean. He's nasty. He's unlikeable, just like his mother and elder brothers, who are trying to start a ~new~ church out of their house. Maybe you bite and go to one of their services, maybe you don't. It's all very culty either way.

It takes until Ain is nearing 18 for him to mellow out. At a certain point, everyone made him realise his behaviour is wrong. Thus you get apologies, and a sort of awkward "I'm sorry, I'm trying", and Ain genuinely trying to get away from his mother... which unfortunately means he might knock on your door one night to couch-surf, explaining that he's figured some things out about himself and that he thinks he needs to be away from home before she kicks his ass for it. It's raining out, and he looks like a drowned rat. Please let him in.]

b) The past - Closed to Livio
[During one such couch-surfing phase, and after getting over the whole "it's okay to be gay" thing... Ain comes over to Miss Melanie's with an acoustic guitar, because the little nerd boy has taken solace in music recently. And he'd really, really like to serenade Livio, y'know, if he's home, and if he's not home it's fine he'll go elsewhere he's sorry, and—

Ain gets let in and sits down on the couch with his head in his hands. Oh God, what is he doing.]

c) The past - Closed to Affo
cws: well we're sacrificing him so, also abusive parenting
[When everything goes to shit, the first person Ain turns to for help is Alexi, his dear friend. Everyone is in a panic, and Ain's mother is insistent that she sacrifice him to "appease" the gods, because clearly him being who he is is the issue here, or something. Maybe she just needs a convenient excuse to get rid of her wayward son?

So, when Ain finds Alexi, he grabs his wrist in a panic and frantically points toward the direction of the coast.]


My mom's trying to murder me, and we've gotta get out of here before we get killed!

d) The present - Open
cw: elsword lore
[If it isn't past-life memories you get, you might get Ain's present-life, in which case: Good fucking luck because there's a lot stored in his head. Suri may have wiggled his brain around a bit, but that doesn't stop the conflicting memories from existing, nor being confusing.

You might be (un)lucky enough to see (and probably participate in): the time Ain said "yes I can drive that airship" and crashed it, a life-or-death battle against a crazed half-demon in his group's attempts to rescue him, an amusement park full of demons and many games to play, or an arena fight gone sour.]

ii. elegy time
[In the inn, Ain remains hunkered down, purposely avoiding looking out the window until you or someone else calls attention to the "things outside", at which point he gets up and his heart drops into his stomach.

It's not shocking that Ain misses his friends — it's gotten worse over the last few months, culminating into him filling the loneliness with cringe-ass plushies of them he stores in his room. The man's mental health is in shambles, and seeing even mere apparitions of them is enough to send him into a frenzy. One second, he's at the window with everyone else.

The next, he's running outside and possibly back into the brand again to try to reach people he thinks are real.

Stopping him might be a good idea.]
thebladebringstheflame: (008)

hi you'll never guess why i'm here

[personal profile] thebladebringstheflame 2025-02-07 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
[Nebulously in the past... these two idiots were married. Flamebringer was not "Flamebringer", he was not bringing flames, he was actually gardening and raising like, five children. Five children, who he's raised mostly by himself, until he met one (1) Nicholas and they butt heads enough times to...

Checks notes. Get married about it. Be deeply in love. Disgusting.

When Nick wakes up, the spot where Asher normally sleeps is empty, though the warm spot left behind says he only just got up a few minutes earlier. He's out on the balcony connected to their bedroom smoking a cigarette and looking out over their garden below, shirtless, tats out for god and everyone. Whether or not he's also covered in bitemarks I'll leave up to you Chi—

Anyway, he has no idea he accidentally woke his husband up so good going idiot.]
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[personal profile] thebladebringstheflame 2025-02-07 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
hii rubie hiiii

do the brand memories/apparitions react to the player characters at all? slash would they "react" in a way that the memories they've stored would "react" but it's not a real reaction? does that make sense
lupusxylem: (80)

D | I'm gonna multitag but this one first

[personal profile] lupusxylem 2025-02-07 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[So Wolfwood is...experiencing. He is Experiencing a memory of Ain's that is really fucking stressful, and that is:

Well. The aftermath of it is happening as we speak, because Ain just crashed the airship that he and the rest of the El Search Party was on. It's why Wolfwood has both of his hands grabbing the front of Ain's clothes, shaking him a little as he demands to know:]


Why did you fuckin' say you could drive the airship when you can't drive the airship!?!

[If Ain wanted another Add in his memories, here you go.]
lupusxylem: (32)

A | and now for the past

[personal profile] lupusxylem 2025-02-07 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[At this point in time, Nicholas and Asher are married and living together, and Ain has kindof been nothing but an asshole since he arrived here. Nicholas does not have a high opinion of him because of that, especially given the kind of impression it can make on the kids, and he's fairly certain his husband would agree.

Of course, he does catch wind of his recent attempts to smooth over his behavior from when he was younger, even if he isn't entirely sure he believes that. He, too, was a shitty teenager once, and he grew up into a shitty man (he is not shitty)...but at the same time, he isn't going to be unreasonable. Like, he gets it. Anyone with eyes can tell Ain is under the thumb of his family and that was a lot of the reason he was lashing out.

...still though. Nicholas is clearly dressed for bed when Ain comes a-knocking, leaning one arm against the doorframe as he looks down at him with a raised brow.]


No.

[He does not mean this, but he wants to see what his response is before he lets him in.]
Edited 2025-02-07 18:45 (UTC)
mooninthewater: (21)

[personal profile] mooninthewater 2025-02-07 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Hi my love

I hope you mean in the last prompt correct me if I assume incorrectly but you can functionally think of them as holograms sort of? Like recordings.

But you could also swing it so that there’s a “reaction” as well.
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[personal profile] thebladebringstheflame 2025-02-07 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
YES in the last prompt

that helps thamnk you < 3
goldenambition: (7)

Whippoorwill | OC

[personal profile] goldenambition 2025-02-07 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Solitary Voyage

[So 'unending night', while less overtly dangerous then the bitter deep Winter, is way way weirder, isn't it? Now that the cold is less oppressive Will spends more and more time outside compared to hiding out in the Inn, his new cloak around him. In the low light the magic cloak makes him both invisible and silent, so when he pulls the hood down to talk to someone- exposing his glimmering cat eyes- well... he probably scares more then one person]

Hey can yo- oops, sorry!

[Yeah he's laughing. Not really sorry]

The Reef is Immortal (cw: attempted but failed self mutilation)

[Okay yeah, sure, things are getting EVEN WEIRDER somehow. The awful creaking sound is horrifically loud to his sensitive hearing, so he goes out to investigate right away. The 'tree' makes every hair on his body stand up, making his tail extra fluffy. That's enough to make him go back to hiding out in the Inn for a few more days, occasionally peering out the windows at the thing]

Winter's frosty tits I hate lookin' at that thing-

[Eventually though the spread is enough even Will's natural skittishness is overcome by needing to Figure It Out. The beastkin heads out to take a closer look, poking the fleshy mass with one of his long daggers, bringing out some of the 'eternal' flames from the Inn to it to try and burn it, casting magic at it- so focused that he doesn't notice his long tail brushing over it.

Oh. Fuck. He's stuck. Will grabs the base of his tail and tugs. Tugs. Starts tugging harder. The aching static numbness travels up his tail and panic starts to set in, Will trashing and spinning like a wolf in a trap to try and get free. Soon a foot gets caught in his flailing, and he hits the ground.

He manages to get off one mournful beastual howl before it's cut off by the numbness.

Anyone that finds him will come on the sad sight of the beatkin's body as tangled in the membrane as a child with gum in their hair, even his jaw tangled in it- it'd be funny if not for the implied fact that he must have tried to bite one of his body parts free- thankfully stopped by the alien flesh before he could actually cause real damage]


The Mass of Sorrow (cw: child abandonment/endangerment in the 1st memory and murder/dismemberment in the last)

[Tangled deep, memories flutter and flit through and out of him. Those also trapped might get glances of his very young child hood and near death, his loving life with Jay, or his various adventures over the Wall.

And even deeper there is someone who is not Will, but also is Will- who does not meet with a happy end. ]

(ooc: Feel free to ping me for any prompts not on here!)
Edited 2025-02-07 19:29 (UTC)
forwander: (006 BlackCatSui_YOI)

in their past lives they were in love and stupid

[personal profile] forwander 2025-02-07 08:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sometimes some kid throws paper planes at your window and that becomes the rest of your life, at least until you hit your 20s and you're like "I should actually talk to him" and completely fail every time at doing that.

Elliot is very awkward. Elliot did not grow up around other kids — Old Isin was kind of, erm, a crackhead, put nicely, and none of the other kids really wanted to come over or hang out with him because his guardian was a nutjob. It's not like it's ever bothered him, and Elliot has largely been focused on his studies anyway, but still.

Today! He's going to go outside and tell the cute redhead boy hi. :)

...

Unfortunately when he tries to walk into the blacksmith's shop to say hi (outside of a letter this time), he walks right into the doorframe first, so it's going well.]
eidxiety: (bw. 105 @GEd__s)

cuts a woerm in half :)

[personal profile] eidxiety 2025-02-07 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[Trigun Stampede, featuring guest star "Ainchase Ishmael from the critically irrelevant MMO Elsword", the crossover literally nobody wanted! The audience applauds and claps and stuff.

Ain did not want to be In A Worm ever in his life, but the boundary between reality and mind have blurred so bad that he's like "yeah I was definitely here for this". To that end, he's following Wolfwood around inside a worm's... stomach? Organs? Mouth? Something like that, he doesn't know, drawing his jacket tightly around himself and frowning.]


It's so wet...

[They should be rejoining the others soon, probably, hopefully.]
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[personal profile] succiduous 2025-02-07 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
i. past life
[The Edelweisses have always been historians. Their youngest son is trying to take up the mantle, and a good place to learn is obviously in a new settlement. Obviously.

He's been doing this for a few years now, but his parents have pressed the importance of talking to others to take down their viewpoints to him. It's one thing to write a book on history; it's another thing entirely to get the accounts of the people who lived there, making sure to account for all biases, that sort of thing.

So, you may spot Gnosis either lurking nearby to write down what you're doing — important or unimportant, doesn't matter to him, but he's cataloguing your way of life — or alternatively, flagging you down with his journal in hand to ask you if you wouldn't mind sitting down for an interview.]

ii. past life...2! closed to enciodes
[Gnosis is an embarrassing twenty-something with a big ol' crush on one (1) Enciodes Silverash, and he's being real stupid about it. He's about seven love notes into this week alone, most of them scrapped and tossed off to the side because they're simply not good enough. There's one in his hands today, folded up in a letter with a wax seal, and avoidant as Gnosis is... he was simply going to drop it off at Enciodes' house and bail.

Well! That will not happen because as soon as he's like, halfway down the road... he sees Enciodes and freezes dead, sweating, and then... very coolly... ducks behind a tree.

Maybe Enciodes won't see him—?]

iii. wildcard
[if anyone wants present life memories this is the place to do it! your options are: watch him get kicked out of kjerag at age 10 for a murder he didn't do (bc he was 10), or watch him concoct a political coup, or you can attend a fancy party and set someone on fire with him :) anything else just prod me!]
eidxiety: (c. 003)

god i dont have baby ain icons (aincons) so you'll deal-

[personal profile] eidxiety 2025-02-07 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[Good news: The El Search Party at this point are all a) really young and b) comprised of just him, Rena, Elsword, and Aisha. They're not even to Eve and Raven yet, that's how early in his timeline this occurs. That said Add is stalking the party at this point so like lol, lmao.

Ain looks a lot younger. He's more wiry and thin, with blue streaks in his hair and less curls. There's a very dismissive look in his eyes as they climb out of the wreckage, largely unharmed save for a few scratches. Unfortunately, they're sans healer, because he isn't one yet; instead, everyone is relying on potions to deal with their injuries.]


I can drive the airship. [His voice is completely neutral. How dare you imply he can't drive the airship.] I didn't see you offering, Mr. Priest.

[Seems like Ain's core memories of Wolfwood are mushing up into his brain right now... oops.]
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[personal profile] eidxiety 2025-02-07 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ain, who's definitely younger than either of the Karivs in this timeline, looks at Nicholas with his big wet eyes, penduluming wildly between being offended and being sad. He's trying so hard! Please acknowledge him!! He's sorry he implied you and your husband were going to Hell, if it makes you feel better he's going there too!!!]

Please? I can't go home tonight! Or any night ever again, probably! I can sleep in the bathtub if you want! I don't even need a blanket, I have a jacket I can use!!
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THEYRE SO

[personal profile] sesa 2025-02-07 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sebastian has been working as his father's apprentice long enough that he finally got to strike out and make his own place, meaning that the smithy is relatively new. It means he has the opportunity to do his woodworking and dabble a bit more in his hobby of metalworking at the same time. It is...definitely a work in progress, but progress is being made and that's what matters.

In fact, he's working on something of a personal project right now, and...it's the sound of Elliot walking face-first into his doorframe that alerts him to someone's presence.]


Oh my god-!

[He drops what he's doing and quickly moves around the table, heading up to the front so he can meet Elliot halfway.]

Are you alright!?
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1b ofc :3c

[personal profile] livlaughlove 2025-02-07 11:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[in this life and the next, livio and ain have something in common: The Big Anxiety. following miss melanie, whose smile is as easy and inscrutable as always, he emerges from his "room" -- which is really just a sectioned off part of another room, at his own insistence when melanie told him in his couch-surfing phase to actually move in.

when he sees ain with his face in his hands, livio blanks on everything else, from the guitar to a middle-school-aged jasmine peeking around from the same hall to snoop, and does a little powerwalk over to him. he kneels in front of the couch, looking up at him with those signature puppy eyes and resting his hands on ain's knees.]


Hey, what's wrong? How do I help?

[honey.]
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[personal profile] poaceae 2025-02-07 11:31 pm (UTC)(link)
This might be an Investigation, but what happens if you poke and/or whack the apparitions with a sword?
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[personal profile] eidxiety 2025-02-07 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[aaaaaaAAAAAAAAA—

Ain peeks out between his fingers at Livio, breathes a sigh, and slouches back onto the couch. God, he's so cute. This is so not fucking fair.]


No, no, nothing's wrong, Liv... [His face sure is red, though.] I'm, uh, a little — um... oh, I feel bad, since Miss Melanie always lets me in even though I don't really contribute, that's all.

[Girl.]

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