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The Nine ([personal profile] thenine) wrote in [community profile] overjoyed_logs2017-03-10 03:20 pm

Chapter 4

Who: OTA
Where: Quad
When: Week VI, Day VII - Week IX, Day I
Summary: Chapter 4 prompts!
Restrictions/Warnings: Violence, blood, et cetera. For anything surpassing 'R' on a rating scale, please create your own log.
Notes: Please title your subject line in the following format -- Open / Closed | Date. OOC event information can be found here. Calendar information/dates can be found here.

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The Nine: Ballroom Politics



Delle Seyah Kendry herself has sent a message to all with Qreshi citizenship. She calls them to a gathering of her own inception, a gala for the affluent few to spend a leisurely three days adrift in orbit. The invitation includes the ship's parameters, sure to comfort or entice any member of the nobility with expected and lavish accommodations, as well as a personal note of interest. It's been too long since everyone was together to discuss their pursuits, their thoughts, their projects…

Invitations sent to: Crowley, Rhys, Sui Feng, Hanzo, Hanbei, & Royce

On the surface, the event is a extravagant social soiree, but the undercurrent is clear. With the Peace Summit concluded, it's time to find an actual solution to the unrest in the streets. What house Kendry seeks is a move that benefits all members of the Nine, something that solidifies their position and ensures more years of prosperity. House Simms agrees, their pandering to the powerful Kendry family only intensifying. While there are some - perhaps land Hyponia - who disagree, their voices are hushed, few willing to lose life or estate for the common man.

The cruiser hosting the event has three levels. The highest houses an opulently decorated hall, repurposed throughout the day for banquets, entertainment, and mingling. Only the finest food and hokk will be served, and those attending may also sample delicacies from the reaches of the J as they converse. As days drift into nights the lights will dim, long dining table replaced with smaller stands on which the elite can amuse themselves with the newest tech, including a gambling interface. The middle floor houses personal rooms, each containing a king sized bed with too many pillows, a walk in shower, a full kitchen, a stocked minibar, and a fully equipped entertainment room. Communication between rooms has been installed as full-scale holograms, and a mere voice command activates all tech within. The lower deck, housing the bridge of the ship and all workers’ quarters, is not advertised for visitation. Heirs and family heads alike will be in attendance, mingling through the ambling guests to speak with the most important, or the most concerning, individuals.

Such a party would be woefully unenjoyable without proper security, and several warrants requesting RAC agent service have been placed. A high-paying position, any Killjoy who attends will need to dress formally and keep their gaze narrow. Some among the aristocracy may wish to speak with them - to ask for favors - but any conversations will be carried out with utmost secrecy. For the spaces warrants could not fill, Company enforcers have been summoned to bolster the event's protective forces. The higher within the Company, the less surreptitious one needs to be to chat with the Qreshi. However, having a distinguished Company pedigree doesn't guarantee any contact aside from being asked to dispose of something (or someone) for the good of the Nine.



The Company: Training Day



A divide has begun to form within Company ranks, and those at the top are loathe to see such cracks being driven into their foundation. Though the riots are growing more subdued, the lack of a 'unified' approach to street patrol has inspired action. Model Company officials will receive either a promotion or higher clearance for access to equipment. There is no mention of violence or brutality in the messages each receives to alert them of their bonus, the expectations of continued service acting as implicit reinforcement. Company officials who approached the malcontent populace with what have been officially labeled "high risk" methods - plainly stated, with mercy - will be notified of a different sort of reinforcement.

Those who require acclimation training will be paired with an officer the Company can trust to exercise appropriately severe punishments, and sent to a volatile area. The location differs by assignment, but each has in common the hostility of its community. Spitting, jeering, and sudden attacks are to be expected by anyone wearing Company issued gear. All patrol, arrest, or recon missions in these areas will prove to be a battle against the Westie citizens who reside there. Not intending to lose members of their workforce, the Company does expect success and will not set any team up for deadly failure, but kindness on the part of any officers in the area will likely be met with suspicion or revulsion by the people, and possibly a report to upper by their partner.

In a completely different sphere, officers who caused the Company figures of damage - or just a financial headache - will be assigned to stress training. The process is available to any employee, should they wish to opt in and kiss ass have something nice to put on their resume.

A debriefing outlines that those participating in the training will board a vessel with a partner and be launched into orbit. The ship will have several interface and mechanical failures - all carefully monitored by the Company control below, of course - over the course of the simulation. Officers are required to land the ship despite these errors, and will be evaluated on their technique, teamwork, and attitude. Unbeknownst to all participants, the small ship will also contain three spider-type bots that will activate once in orbit and scatter over the framework of the vessel. They will trip alarms, project voices, and interface with the system to cut communication. The last any participant will hear from ground control is, "What's happening up there!?", an urgent final message sent before the true observation begins.

Characters granted higher weapons clearance: Giovanni, Jack, Sui Feng, Hijikata, Hanzo, Juvia, Fenris

Characters assigned acclimation training: Julius, Nyx, Shiro, Sion, Rhys

Characters assigned stress training: Giovanni, Hijikata, Shiro

Aside from the Company's inner workings, the world has not stopped spiraling deeper into chaos. Some enforcers may be requested as security at the Qreshi convocation, serving both abroad the actual pleasure ship and patrolling around it. Others may find their battle with the streets of Westerley dragging on as organized crime rises alongside the Resistance cells. Gangs threaten Company officials and average citizens alike, looting bars, sacking shops, and carrying out their own executions. Agree with the Company's blame of the Resistance, or see the gangs for the opportunists they are - either way, one thing is clear: The streets of Westerley are unsafe.




Westies: Karma Police



Cries for justice have distorted, shouts becoming incomprehensible as the dawn breaks on an otherwise calm Westerley morning. The riots that had become almost commonplace have dwindled, crowds thinning as the days drag on. Yet the violence that accompanied such frenzied backlash continues. It's not unusual to see a beaten and broken man lying motionless on the sidewalk as one makes their way throughout their day, bloodstains on the street coloring nearly every path through Old Town.

The disenchanted have splintered. Some have returned to work, looking to keep their heads down and their necks safe from trouble. Some have taken a more subversive approach, fading into the shadows as the Resistance receives a new wave of sympathizers and participants. Some bask in the chaos, taking advantage of the upheaval to assert themselves, and their gangs, as a new authority on the street.

Company enforcers remain pervasive, their patrols constant and their responses brutal, but they are no longer the only danger. Every abandoned safehouse, every street corner, and every back alley has become someone's territory. Lines drawn in the gravel are frequently contested, skirmishes between rival groups a common but insular backdrop to the violence teeming in the city. Though all gangs have different expectations, different eccentricities, they share a brash hatred for the Company.

With growing frequency, establishments that serve Company officials will find themselves ransacked. Windows broken and goods stolen in the night, or the owner run out and beaten on the street, no venue can guarantee its safety without turning away those in Company attire. For some, even that is not enough. Speak too gently of the Company and one may find themselves labeled a sympathizer, subject to jeering or beating with little provocation. The question, How do you feel about the Company, asked by both enforcers and crime rings alike, is impossible to answer without earning at least one enemy.




Leith: Changing Winds



The winds of change howl across the Leithian landscape. The actions of the True Leithians have set events into motion that start to propel the usually relatively peaceful moon into the kind of unrest that's more common to its neighbors. As land reallocation continues, the upper classes of Leith start to resist the pull of charity. Where Leithians were content enough to provide aid to Westerley before, it's more difficult for that generosity to continue as their own coffers start to diminish. The relief efforts that the poorest of Westerley had relied on come nearly to a halt, because Leith is drawing away to protect themselves in the chaos.

After all, chaos is starting to seep into Leith too. As donations slow, the Westerlen workers start to show their own unrest as their families and friends at home suffer for the slowed aid and the decreasing prospects of their own work. Leith's relationship with its Westie workers has always been tense, but it's never bubbled to the surface so much as this. The Resistance is quiet, but growing louder even on Leith. The market is often surrounded by workers striking, and Leith struggles to contain the protests. While a few unruly workers could be dealt with by a farm alone, hundreds of them forces those same farms to listen. Without their Westerlen labor, there's no one to tend to the farms and harvest the valuable crops that Leith provides to the Quad. The Leithian farmers may have to listen to the protests of their workers, but they wait, cutting off pay for those that refuse to work in a tactic to try and force them back to work.

However, where some return to the farms reluctantly, it only makes the anger burn hotter for others. A massive field belonging to one of the biggest producers of Hokk in the Quad is torched, and the fire and smoke can be seen for miles. Ash falls on nearby towns like rain, and while the Qreshi fret over a shortage of their favorite Hokk, the people of Leith and Westerley both know that this is the start of something more dangerous on Leith. Rumor has it that the fires may have been started not by a Westie, but a rival Leithian, and with no one to conclusively blame, everyone bears the suspicion and distrust.

Those disappearances that had effected only a select few associated with the True Leithians increase, but Leith itself doesn't complain too loudly. In the streets, Leithians seem oblivious or ignorant to what's coming, but they know. They only hope that so long as they pretend in public that everything is fine, maybe peace will return to their home.



Resistance: Power Vacuum



Hyperion becomes a whisper, a phantom looming in the background noise of discontent conversations and secrets kept. Some say it's a single person, a man of strong pedigree and polished cuticles, while others speak of a woman clothed in midnight black with a piercing stare that strikes through the heart of a man.

Others yet suggest that it's not a person but many, a group of shadow puppeteers who offer direction.. but at what price?

While rumors swirl and build into the myth of the Hyperion groups, rival factions rise to fill the empty spaces. For some, it's an ideological clash: whoever Hyperion is, they're too well-funded and connected to truly be of the people, too secretive and selective to warrant the trust of those who risk life and limb for sedition. For others--most, really--it's a matter of power hunger, groups forming and striking out to take control of the scattered members of the Resistance while the mysterious Hyperion remains an intangible figure.

Unity, they say, in this time of division. They say it in town meetings and raids, in private conversations and public--albeit careful--demonstrations, using the cover of Westerley's rising gangs to cast shadow on their movements.

As is often the case with politics, what they say and what they mean are quite different. While these different groups call for togetherness, they seek subordination and compliance to their respective ideas and goals going forward. Some call for violent uprisings, others aim for organized strikes and legislative pressure, and others still seek a peaceful but complete abolition of the current monarchy class. Each spreads their own propaganda in coded pamphlets and messages sent across the Meshwork, and though they agree on little, they are, indeed, unified on at least one common goal:

The Nine must fall.

In the meantime, though the focus of those outside of Hyperion's reach drifts, Hyperion teams continue to receive missions and intel, each cell working on a singular component for some great machination of change. Hyperion cites its compartmentalization as a means of protection--should one cell fall, the loss can be contained to those secrets and plans alone--but a closer look at each division's missions will offer a slightly more tarnished future than the one Hyperion claims to build.

It's a war, even if the people on the streets don't realize they're fighting in it just yet, and in war... there are always acceptable losses. Collateral damage to be tallied and disregarded for the greater good.

The Nine will fall, broken bone by broken bone.



The RAC: Level Grinding




As always, agents will have their hands full as the juggling jesters of the Quad's court, tasked with keeping the various factions served and satisfied with their contracted work. Between acting as guards for the Qreshi envoy, cleaning the streets of the detritus corpses left in the wake of the riots, and the monthly warrants, there's no shortage of work for the killjoy who's looking.

And there's more killjoys than ever, at that. Following the lower level evaluations, a new score of Level 4 agents arrives on the scene, eligible--and potentially willing--to form new teams. With this advancement in rank comes new opportunities that span beyond the potential for awesome buddy-cop movies: higher level warrants that pay better and offer increased access to otherwise off-the-books missions. Will you band with your graduating class to knit powerful units and make your mark on the J star cluster? Or do you prefer to remain the lone wolf figure in this otherwise disparate organization?

Maybe you have you sights set higher than that. Maybe you want to go for the top tier of the RAC and make yourself a Level 5.

While it's generally thought that only those agents who have proven themselves as Level 4s are afforded the opportunity to advance, it's not strictly a requirement. Whether that fourth notch in your killing belt is fresh or well-worn, the Level 5 evaluations are open season, but not unfettered. Indeed, while any Level 4 is elgible to try their hand at the highest ranks, those who hold the most tenure will have a far easier curve to ascend than their less experienced counterparts. Competition will be fierce and the opportunity for advancement strictly regulated based on not mere skill, but psychological stability and past performances. Any mark left in the records of an agent can and will become leverage against them when they enter Level 5 evaluations.

The evaluations, at least, are similar in construction to the lower-level missions, albeit with far greater danger. The evaluating agent must carry out a Level 5 warrant--with his or her team, if applicable--but rather than having the guidance of a senior agent to shape their path, they'll be monitored and observed with real time telemetry from RAC HQ. The results will thereafter be analyzed by the RAC's top brass and released for viewing in Chapter 5.

With competition fierce and the test itself a life or death scenario, agents will need to utilize any advantage they can in order to come out ahead. Cultivating their contacts and gathering the necessary resources isn't just a strong recommendation for these killjoys but an implicit requirement for a successful promotion.

That's not the only unspoken requirement. Whispers begin to circulate throughout HQ that certain palms have opened for greasing and can facilitate a smoother evaluation for the right price. Open discussion of the rumors is strictly prohibited and strongly punished, but for the cunning and sly..

...any attempt to bribe those palms will be met with an automatic failure and subsequent investigation into the killjoy's past endeavors. Those individuals rumored to offer grace in exchange for joy are among the RAC's most loyal and stalwart class of senior agents, purposefully placing themselves within the public eye in order to draw out the rats of the organization.

The warrant is all.


tousei: (Default)

julius visconti | ota + closed prompts

[personal profile] tousei 2017-03-12 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Closed stuff below! Let me know if you'd like to do anything, I have him on the plotting post here. Otherwise feel free to PM me <3 ]
tousei: (but with 19423589279 variations of done)

sion, w7d1

[personal profile] tousei 2017-03-12 04:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ A giant beast with white fur lies motionless on the grassland, bright sunlight shining down on its corpse and the five people gathered around it. Three men and two women carrying weapons far larger than themselves, gazing at the slain monster with heavy eyes. ]

It's over. [ One of the women speak, placing one hand over her chest. ] R̥̭͓̭o̦̪̬̙̙̼m̙̻̹̫̙͡e̢̲͈͈̰̪͙͇o'͍s̹͓̱̮͕̳̬ soul can rest now.

[ Julius sighs. When he speaks, he sounds the same as ever - but he hides his eyes, turning away a little. ]

You cannot be allowed to die. All of you... it is for this purpose that the G̯̺͘o̜̘̠̩͉̭̙d̠ ҉͔A͏̘̰̣̤̥r̮̮̥c̗̠̭̪̥̜͞ ̣̬S̼̦̩̩̠͈̭͡o̗̕l̰͈̟͈͙d̩̟͖̹͙̟i̮̹̯e҉͉̖̝͎͎͇r̜̪̻̠̫s were built.

[ The young woman steps forward now, looking uncertain. ] Let us come with you. With all of us, surely - [ - but he raises a hand to stall her. ] No. This is my duty... mine, and mine alone.

[ The other girl speaks as well, voicing what no doubt is in Sion's thoughts as well: ] Will we... will we ever see you again, Julius?

Yes.

[ That's the only answer he gives as he turns, the three steel golems behind him moving as if pulled along by an unseen command. The afternoon light ripples as if a cloud has drawn itself across the sun, and Sion will find himself suddenly heavy with a pain that can only be described as regret.

A regret that belongs to someone else. Julius walks away into the open plain, a flicker of black visible on his skin before he shifts his weapon and hides it from view. ]
sunderings: (until the dark days are over)

[personal profile] sunderings 2017-03-12 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
Where are you going, Julius?

[ What path do you intend to walk with so heavy a heart?

Left behind: a great creature laid to rest, a white wolf returned to the earth and swathed in sunlight as those who had fought remembered (Romeo, at the sound of the name, Julius turns away, steeling his gaze in a way which Sion has glimpsed many a time and only when the man deemed it fit to suppress his own emotions) and were all the more reluctant to lose again, reaching out to their friend who drifts farther away as he speaks of duty; of something which belongs to him alone.

Overhead: the noonday sun diminishes, tempers as though passing through a filter of otherworldly color, notes of green and blue prominent in the grassland where they stand, and though Sion does not know how they have come to be here, it is right that they are. Even if Julius should seem ever-distant, his back guarded by a squadron of automatons, Sion still knows--...

This is precisely where he wishes to be. ]


Do you not know it? If there is only one thing that ever made me worthy of my rank, it is the knowledge that we – that humans – have no power alone.

[ Always, humans either rose or fell together. So bound to one another, it is the people of a moon (a world, a realm) who possessed the strongest power, the greatest faith.

What might be accomplished by Julius promising to return in one breath, then failing to keep his word in another? ]


So...

[ A breeze passes through the clearing, parting the grass and tousling Sion's hair as a serene smile plays upon his face, bright—as ever and as always—despite bearing the poignant weight of regret which isn't his own.

(A sadness so pervasive and deep that one would either smile through it or succumb to it entirely.) ]


I'm coming with you.
tousei: (yeah man he only has one expression)

[personal profile] tousei 2017-03-13 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ If Sion looks back, he might notice that the other soldiers would have already started to leave. He, the only one who follows, still does not manage to make Julius turn around. ]

No. You must leave. Return with the others, to where it's safe. Where I will be... has no place for you.

[ That much is cryptic, his voice even and calm, even as the pressure of despair deepens and tells a story otherwise. ]
sunderings: DNS! (gonna walk all over you)

1/2

[personal profile] sunderings 2017-03-15 01:49 pm (UTC)(link)
To be possessed of the notion that I would somehow leave you behind—

[ Serenity? Not gone, not entirely (the Director is smiling, still, ever one to keep his composure until the end), but tempered into the most stalwart of convictions when despondency coils and curls, knotting into a weight within his chest. It settles there like a thing alive, as the others (people treasured and adored, retreating for all the faith they held in Julius, their friend) fall away, leaving Julius to walk alone and walk forward, but...

When flanked by three constructs such as the golems (God Arc Soldiers), Julius who stands taller than the Director himself seems so very small, and it is as though the man is consigning himself to a fate other than what he and Sion had spoken of not so very long ago.

(You, who are carrying so much regret and despair--... This cannot possibly be what you want, Julius.)

It is then that Sion decides (in an instant), acts (swiftly), and gives life to a platform of light which hovers in mid-air, the stand strategically employed by the Director when he bursts forward (with all the speed he'd used on the day when he'd carried Julius in his arms), and...!

Vaults over the trio of of golems (the fall of his hair streaking behind him like wings), dismounting before Julius to impede the man's path, Sion's pretty, gilded heels digging into the dirt as he lifts an arm to further obstruct the way...!! ]

sunderings: (b-baka ///)

2/2

[personal profile] sunderings 2017-03-15 01:50 pm (UTC)(link)
You really must be a fool, Julius Visconti!
tousei: (but with 19423589279 variations of done)

[personal profile] tousei 2017-03-15 02:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There's three seconds of pause after Sion's voice rings out in the empty plain, Julius' expression frozen in the same stoic manner as before - but it's an illusion, of course, as something fractures beneath the fabric of reality and the world turns dark. The sun glows not with warm evening light but one dim and the colour of blood, as if something had swallowed it whole. ]

You shouldn't be here... you'll only suffer.

[ The automatons vanish only to be replaces by carcasses of themselves, limbs broken and twisted as if a monster had toyed with them like playthings. And the darkness deepens further, as the roars of strange, alien beasts sound in the distance. They are coming. ]

Only I should stay here... to protect you. Please, just go!
sunderings: (what we'll never be)

[personal profile] sunderings 2017-03-15 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The color of the sun changes.

As though imbrued with blood, the plateau upon which they stand is no longer a hallowed place (the site of a burial, of a bittersweet goodbye, where the corpse of a creature felled in the name of purpose and of good became enshrined, blessed by the kiss and warmth of sunlight), but instead the maw of some great beast which had seen Julius' three sentinels dismantled though not yet devoured.

(Something about this plain... it is familiar to him. Where Julius had said where I will be has no place for you, the Director feels only resoundingly—perturbingly—safe.) ]


Suffer? [ The hand which once obstructed Julius' path now reaches out, clasping Julius' shoulder with a gentle shake (snap out of it, already), a reassuring curl and squeeze of fingers. ] Were I to part from you now, I would surely suffer then.

Leaving a friend behind... it would be a regret impossible to bear.

[ (So you see, Julius, I am only selfish in the end.) ]

Regardless of what may come to pass, or what seems intent upon finding you here— [ The howls, the deep guttural roars of fiends which remain yet unseen grow ever-louder, but--... Sion is only calm, steadfast, sure: ] —I am with you, Julius.

Do not forget it.
tousei: (I CANT EVEN FIND A HAPPY ICON)

[personal profile] tousei 2017-03-16 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ Is this how his teammates would feel, even with his reassurance? Surely, he's done too many horrible things to be redeemed by anything but exile. And they will be in good hands, a youth with the ability to draw out the hidden potential in others, someone whose heart was yet still untainted. This is.... a better life.

And yet, there's a part of him that wants to disagree. Surely, this is only his weakness. He will be fine alone... so why then won't Sion leave? ]


Why...


[ He looks down at his hands, grey eyes starting to glaze over into gold as his tears begin to fall onto his hands. As soon as they touch him, the clear liquid turns to blood. ]

I've hurt so many people in pursuit of a futile hope... I was a fool, Sion. A fool! I was played for my whole life... it was too late. The end is nigh...

[ Even now the light of this darkened world grows dim. ]

I am a monster.... you will stay with me even so?
sunderings: (what we know of hope)

[personal profile] sunderings 2017-03-16 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
Whatever it is that you have done, Julius— [ Tears. Tears, and for all their many meetings (their cavort through the meadowland, their walk beneath the stars) it is the very first time they are not the Director's own. Instead, it is Julius' eyes which are overbright, grey gone glassy and shining with gold as tears fall (turning red as blood) atop hands which are no study in monstrosity, but simply what it means to be human. The need for atonement which Julius so desperately seeks is proof enough of that. ] —and whatever it is that you will do now, it is a good man that does it.

[ No more and no less, even if Julius should find he agrees with Sion's too-candid assessment of before (calling himself a fool for something which the Director would now contest), and unravels in such a sad (heartrending, that it should only happen here, at the end of all things), beautiful (Julius' intensity, the way he so passionately feels, he should have always had the freedom to express it) denouement that the Director finds himself blinking back moisture from his own eyes.

Difficult for him, not be moved by his friend, but Sion does not allow his own tears to fall, instead-... He reaches to clasp Julius' hands within his own, leaning to rest forehead against forehead, nose just brushing nose as a thumb sweeps across the back of Julius' hand in a gentle, tender caress to wipe away the streaks of tears-turned-blood. ]


There is hope, yet. If nothing else, believe in this. For all the people you have lost and all those you would protect now, you must keep believing.

[ For their sake, even if Sion's deepest and truest wish that Julius would take up that belief for himself. ]

We will walk away from this place, and I will have my dear friend at my side, he who... [ His withdraw is slow, seeing the barest brush of lips against Julius' temple in a measure of fondness which the Director can think to convey in no other way, for Julius always, always seems to be in need of convincing, and Sion only wishes to say this once: ] ...is foolish enough to call himself a monster when he is the most noble person I know.

[ Of course he will stay, even so. ]
tousei: (he has a sad life)

i'm screaming

[personal profile] tousei 2017-03-16 03:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's still hard to believe, when the darkness encroaches on the both of them and he feels his grip on reality slackening by the second. But it's not so bad, with someone else... how his resolve is strengthened further by having physical proof rather than just a thought. ]

This is... this is no place on the world we know, my friend. This is the realm where the restless gods dwell. [ Their inhuman cries grow louder in the distance. Soon they will come. ] I was fated to become one of their number... which is why I am here. I cannot leave until every last one of them is dead.

[ His expression settles, calmer, and his eyes shine completely gold. A soft light illuminates his body from within. ]

Will you help me?
sunderings: (the equation for)

see what happens when you finally listen, julius...!

[personal profile] sunderings 2017-03-16 04:07 am (UTC)(link)
[ This is the realm where the restless gods dwell, Julius says, and it is another voice entirely which echoes in Sion's head: "ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ sʟᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴀʟʟ, ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ sʏsᴛᴇᴍ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴍɪɴɪsʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Gᴏᴅᴅᴇssᴇs ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴍᴜʟᴛɪᴘʟɪᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʀᴇᴄᴋʟᴇss ᴀʙᴀɴᴅᴏɴ."

Beyond familiar, this is a place kindred to where «Asruld» had been made, overrun with frenzied creatures and their voracious cries which echo through the cimmerian dark. Suddenly, Sion is struck with so pervasive a knowing that he forgets to breathe, his fingers curling about Julius' own in involuntary reflex— ]


I will. I know how to. It was what I was made to do.

[ —feathery and light, the words fall from the Director's lips in quick succession, because it is true: if for no other purpose, slaying the Gods themselves (every last one) is the function he «Asruld» had been created to fulfill. ]

Regardless of their number--...

[ It matters little, in the end. As though forming a veil about them both, swords comprised of shadow coalesce in the dark, the blades made visible to the eye by their pulsating, red as blood aura. Each is a manifestation of Sion's own will (to protect his friend), and each functions as such, forming a barrier to ward against that which swiftly approaches.

"ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴅᴇ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ sᴋʏ, ᴅɪssᴏʟᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛʀᴜᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ Gᴏᴅᴅᴇssᴇs, ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴇɴᴛᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ." ]


...I can erase them.

[ And then together they will stand, two lights in the dark. Julius, who has light which effuses throughout the whole of him, and Sion whose body has been written with the fate of thousands of worlds—

—except for this one, this instance where he and Julius will be the ones to decide what happens now and what happens next. ]
Edited 2017-03-16 04:12 (UTC)
tousei: (how fast does he get ready in the mornin)

smh

[personal profile] tousei 2017-03-16 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
[ Julius closes his eyes, a white cocoon rising from the ground beneath to envelop him, shell seemingly paper-thin and translucent to give only a faint suggestion to what lay within. A few seconds later the cocoon bursts open, its skin crumbling in what now proves to be an iron-laced breeze. He has changed, by his own will rewriting the will of the gods that he had become - a being glowing lucent white, gold patterns on his skin not spell-lines but the lines of circuitry, vines and branches growing from his back.

For the Singularity is fated to become the most powerful of them all. ]


Then, let us begin.
sunderings: (into the deep)

[personal profile] sunderings 2017-03-17 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
[ They fight like the Gods they are, filling the dark of the void with the rushing rhythms of violence; of justice which falls upon the horde of descending fiends in deadly veils of swords, each blade ephemeral and spectre in its phantasmal forging. Though not yet awakened (not at Julius has, borne as something beautiful and new and so very full of life from a silk-cocoon), Sion acts upon the destruction at his core, that primordial something (the equation which had been written) that began at the start of the universe and would envelop all else until the end of time.

He is old where Julius is new, and together they cull creatures for what seems hours (days, years) until there is no sound, no movement left, save for the plaintive cries of a single beast with wings shattered at their joints, pinned to the earth beneath it by way of several of Sion's blades. ]


… You should lay it to rest, Julius.

[ Let them be done with this place. ]

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tousei: (like ollying out into the bg to die)

lapis, w7d2

[personal profile] tousei 2017-03-14 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's dark.

A dark place without sunlight and yet not bereft of vision, crushed crimson leaves crackling underfoot as Lapis walks. It seems to be a forest without trees, only undergrowth and vaguely swampy soil covering the floor.

It would definitely have been less creepy if the air didn't also smell of iron. That swamp? Blood mixed with some unknown substance. There seems to be no one for miles, only a distant growl that has no source.

Monsters. ]
oneirism: (Change doesen't happen overnight)

[personal profile] oneirism 2017-03-15 01:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[How familiar.

That's the first thought to her mind, as her eyes sweep over her surroundings - she's been somewhere like this, before. It's so fuzzy, but she remembers that smell, the sounds in the background. Though the ones she remembers were a bit different, a bit...

There isn't really much time to think about that though, those... monsters? Don't sound friendly. So she walks, absently listening to the leaves crunch beneath her feet, golden eyes glancing around as she hunches her shoulders.]
tousei: (i need to fill these with more jokes)

[personal profile] tousei 2017-03-15 02:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[ One of the growls seem to be coming closer, and soon enough there's a large silver monster that's lumbering across the landscape. Lapis isn't noticed for a short period of time, but then it changes course to go straight for her.

But it doesn't get any closer to her, as golden vines suddenly shoot out from a source behind it, binding it to the ground. The Vajra roars and bats at its restraints, but to no avail. It's left struggling for a while until a familiar cough rings out from the source, and the vines slacken momentarily. ]
oneirism: (You are only getting stranger)

[personal profile] oneirism 2017-03-15 02:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[The sight of the monster causes her to freeze, her body tensing as she keeps her eyes focused on it. Her body ready to run as it charges towards her, only to find herself staying put - blinking in surprise at the vines that shoot out and bind it.

Her brows furrow as the monster struggles, but that cough immediately catches her attention - not hesitating to dart around to find the source. The slack of the vines doesn't catch her notice yet, instead far more focused on that sound.]


Julius? [She needs to find him, he should be close-by.] Julius!
tousei: (cant even die like a normal person)

[personal profile] tousei 2017-03-15 02:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ After a few seconds the Vajra breaks free, padding off to a distance where it can prepare for its next charge. Julius comes into view - but not quite the same man she remembers. His hair is loose and falls down to his waist, his skin glows with a faint white light, and as she comes closer she can see that his eyes are not grey but liquid gold.

Oh, and the vines came from his body. His back, to be precise. His clothes are practically in tatters right now, with holes where more vines had once burst into existence. ]


Why are you here? You shouldn't be here...

[ He wipes his mouth with the back of one hand. The Vajra is coming... ]
oneirism: (Change doesen't happen overnight)

[personal profile] oneirism 2017-03-15 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[Gold eyes watch as the monster breaks away, before her eyes focus on Julius once more. The changes cause her brows to furrow, but still she steps closer, uncaring of the vines coming from his body.

Her main concern is him, rather than the differences she sees, and she steps closer despite his words, simply shaking her head as she glances to where the monster had pulled back to. Frowning when it seems to be ready to charge again, not hesitating to take his hand in hers.]


That doesn't matter, we need to get away from here. [She's certain she can still run. And that she'll carry him along, if she must.]
tousei: (he has a sad life)

[personal profile] tousei 2017-03-15 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)
No... you need to. I can't leave.

[ He straightens up, casting his gaze at the Vajra pawing at the ground. ]

This place is too dangerous for you. You should go.

[ The vines that had been scattered around retreat somewhat, so he can reorganize them. ]
oneirism: (What you're capable of isn't always good)

[personal profile] oneirism 2017-03-15 04:35 pm (UTC)(link)
[Judging by the Look Lapis gives him, she clearly doesn't agree with that idea. She can see how the monster paws at the ground - they don't have much time to argue about this. So she clings to his hand tightly, shaking her head as she fixes him with a firm gaze.]

Then we're both getting away from that monster. I'm not just going to leave you here. [Then she steps closer, hand still tight around his as her brows furrow.]

I'm pretty sure I can still move fast, so I will pick you up and carry you if I have to, Julius.
tousei: (how fast does he get ready in the mornin)

[personal profile] tousei 2017-03-15 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Why are you like this??? ]

No, you don't understand... I can't leave. If I leave, they will too.

[ 'They' being the monsters, of course. The Vajra has had enough time and starts running closer. The glow in his eyes intensify as he holds out both hands, a golden light-sword forming between them - which he then hurls at the beast in a single fluid motion.

It impales the Vajra and almost pins it through to the ground. ]


It'll only hurt you... please. Just go.
oneirism: (I know you mean well)

[personal profile] oneirism 2017-03-16 12:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[Because she can!!!

And well if that's the case, then she'll stay. She's not leaving him alone here, not when he's being attacked, and not when it seems like he's injured either.

Even if it's a surprise to see him with these power that he didn't have before, she stays put. Leaving Julius alone would be far worse than any pain this monster could inflict on her.]


I'm not leaving you alone. I don't care if I get hurt, I don't want to leave you alone, Julius.
tousei: (I CANT EVEN FIND A HAPPY ICON)

[personal profile] tousei 2017-03-16 02:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[ That's the limit of what he can do for now. Just one on one is something he can handle, but even so the stream of monsters will never stop. ]

Why...? You deserve more than this.

[ This hell that wasn't even living, for he was sure he was already dead and only his soul remained in purgatory. ]

I've done horrible things. This is where I come to suffer for it... you haven't done anything wrong, you shouldn't be here!

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