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pretty rugged fucking dork ([personal profile] potentite) wrote in [community profile] spellbinders2017-10-17 09:37 pm

Hijinks Mingle

Who: Everyone!
Where: Anywhere around the hub!
When: Days 103-105
Open/Closed: Open mingle!
Notes: See this post for details on the moon prompt and this one for the telepathy/dream/spirit prompts!



[A | Flower Gleam and Glow]
[The nearby moon is still passing close to the hub island, meaning the effects are still in play. Perhaps now is the time to stop and smell the large lit up sparkling moonflowers that have bloomed? Or be annoyed by the mosquito-like insects that came with them.

Alternatively, the deer seem to draw some sort of energy from the moon's light. Given their size, at least their sudden aggression and proximity to the base camp isn't the worst thing in the world but a kick would still break a rib or other bone so be careful! Possibly help each other deal with these cute but troublesome fauna.]



[B | Eavesdropping]
[For some reason, the telepathy will suddenly get rather wonky. Characters won't know why it's happening, though of course no doubt there will be ponderings, but it means characters won't be in control of their ability to broadcast — or more specifically, not broadcast — their thoughts. Time to find out secrets of an embarrassing nature. Or maybe something sadder is going on in your character's head.

If this wasn't bad enough, the area around the signet might experience burning or tingling. Just try to keep a lid on your brain for the day and distract yourself from any annoying pain.]



[C | Talking In Your Sleep]
[Or maybe your character just doesn't have the most interesting thoughts. Maybe they're busy thinking about pie instead of their upsetting childhood. That's fair. Pie is great.

But surely sometimes it haunts their dreams. With the telepathy running amuck, it's no wonder dreams and nightmares are leaking through, too. Of course, it doesn't have to be an accident. Feel free to grab a friend and share a fanciful dreamscape together on purpose! But for those nuts that are tougher to crack, accidents can and will happen.]



[D | Who You Gonna Call]
[Last but not least, as Friday rolls around, there seems to be something odd going on with the island. If your character is inclined towards the spiritual or supernatural, they'll no doubt notice the strange heavy thickness hanging around. There are whispers in the air and all of new energy just feels solemn. Might be good to give people a heads up and keep an eye on it.]
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[personal profile] lohengrins 2017-10-28 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
No flying allowed! The pressure is suffocating, and will force you back down if you try.

Your companion knows what lies ahead, but he's made the choice for you nonetheless. Into the carriage you go. It's cramped, tight and dimly lit — the wood it's been constructed with is of a rather fine quality, and the seat is plush underneath your rump. Still, something about it is suffocating.

The wheels turn. Your companion looks a little pale.


You can't change the past. [ he says, not quite looking at dirk. something drips onto his face; it's red. ]

But you can close your eyes if you must.
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[personal profile] splinten 2017-10-28 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[FUCK YOU, META TEXT!!! Dirk doesn't shake his fist angrily at the sky, one, because that isn't cool, and two, because he is now in a carriage. It is very plush. He loves a plush rump.

He does not love this.]


We don't have to do this. I've got an entire ocean full of garbage to imagine.

[His tone is calm, level. Monotony. But the carriage is suffocating. He doesn't think Percival wants to relive this. So why is he?]
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[personal profile] lohengrins 2017-10-29 12:43 am (UTC)(link)
[ he shakes his head. sorry, the meta text is law. ]

It's better this way.

[ it's better that it's me, and not you he wants to say. ]

I've already accepted this. I can only learn from here on. It's fine.

[ the carriage shakes, suddenly. crimson begins to pool at their feet, a thin laying forming underneath their heels. it's sticky, unbearably wet, and doesn't seem to be coming off. percival visibly swallows and heaves a breath. ]

You should...you should...

[ he's blanking. this doesn't happen often, but is right now, and he hates it. ]

Cover your ears.

[ because if he doesn't, he's about to hear a child wailing very, very loudly despite being nowhere within sight. ]
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[personal profile] splinten 2017-10-29 07:07 am (UTC)(link)
[Dirk doesn't. He was born awake on Derse, unable to be deaf and blind to his world, and when all his friends escaped it he couldn't get out of his own head. Why should he get to leave Percival's? The blood, the crying, the closed carriage space—he can't leave it.

So he will bear silent witness.]
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[personal profile] lohengrins 2017-11-01 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ the carriage continues onwards, rocking along the ledge of the mountain. the wood creaks, and tremors cause the carriage to violently shake every 10 feet or so.

cannons sound off in the distance. people are screaming, scrambling, gathering what they have.

the carriage comes to a sudden stop. when you blink again, the man who once sat next you will become a boy. He is trembling, crying, quaking in his shoes — the confidence that once ruled those features is entirely absent. more notably, his hands, clothes and face are stained with splashes of crimson.

he looks towards you. desperation floods the amber of his eyes. ]




I didn't want...you to s-see anything...

[ he swallows. he is beyond your reach. ]

I d-didn't...want you to hurt...
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[personal profile] splinten 2017-11-01 09:51 am (UTC)(link)
I'm not hurt.

[It's calm and confident. Dirk isn't, but his voice is, and so are his arms, wrapping around the bloodstained child. Holding him, like that could offer protection from a moment that has already happened long ago.]

You are, and that... isn't fair.

[Blood. Screams. A closed space. A child.

Sorry.]
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[personal profile] lohengrins 2017-11-02 02:38 am (UTC)(link)


[ the tears begin to flow. the boy shakes in his arms as he gradually brings a hand to dirk's, wrapping his small fingers around his and squeezing as tightly as he can. the blood continues to flood at their feet, and the carriage continues to rock back and forth, its movements intensifying the further they proceed. ]

You...y-you're just like...my older brother...

[ there's the sound of two brusque men chattering, threats spilling from their lips — the jangle of jewelry, fists beating against clothes, a woman softly comforting her children. her voice is strained. ]

I don't want—I don't want anything to happen to you too...! Please stop it! Somebody help us! Why won't you help us...!? Please, please, I don't under—I don't understand..ah...ah....!

[ the carriage comes to a halt. its interior is now void of light, and darkness creeps through the window. ]

Always...be kind to your brothers. [ the boy speaks through his tears. his voice is more leveled than it has been by far. ] Never hold grudges. Always help people who need it. Be kind to your brothers. Never hold grudges. Always help. Be kind to your brothers. Never hold grudges.

[ the darkness fades. sunshine peeks into the carriage. the two of them are positioned in front of a castle. the boy's grip hasn't faltered.

you can leave now. will you? ]


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[personal profile] splinten 2017-11-03 10:00 am (UTC)(link)
[It's a twist in a gut. Be kind to your brothers. Always help. Never hold grudges. He's zero for three on that but this child is scared and miserable and something awful was happening.

He has no right to be anyone's family. Paradox Space spit him out to live in isolation, and that's where he should have stayed.]


You held on good. It's okay.

[Sunshine would be preferable to this space. Dirk tries to force open the door. He will carry Percival out if he has to. And if anything else is out there, his sword is just a sylladex's call away. He doesn't have any problems ruining the course of a dream.]
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[personal profile] lohengrins 2017-11-06 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ his grip on dirk's hand has yet to falter. the boy doesn't respond to the sight of sunshine — sadly, he gazes off into nothing, and he finds the strength to stand up and follow dirk as he attempts to open the door.

the door is opened, fortunately. the boy reaches for dirk's hand again. ]




...Thank you for...h-helping me, Mister...

[ his voice is hushed — he can't quite look at him as he says that. what stands before them is a castle, grand, a robust grey that towers over you. ]

Just like Aglovale...you try to protect people too.

[ what the landscape surrounding the castle is like, however, seems to have shifted. is that...

water? it looks like worlds are colliding. ]