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So Familiar a Gleam: Start

JINNJAR CITY

"Welcome to Jinnjar City! A city famed as the central power of all of Diagad, and where the magic happens. It has a big history: the birthplace of the first Heroes Association that led to the creation of the Interstellar Justice Alliance, the protectors of the universe. Compared to other places, Diagad's what many people call a superheroes world, but that isn't true. A lot of us don't have the crazy powers that some of the popular folks have! And people like me? We don't care about saving the world! I'm just trying to make it through school, hang out with friends. Live my life!

People tell thousands of stories about us though, and that I can be proud of. When other planets call for help, it's us that comes running to their aid. Our heroes put their lives on the line for anyone who needs a hand, and sure, I don't count myself one of them... but I want to share their story anyway.

Well, I don't need to be telling you about this city, do I? You're a part of it! Always have been, just like me. So I should talk about some funny stuff that's been going on lately instead…”

A TL;DR notes version of days/prompts: (click to show)

EVENT BASICS: Un-apped AU characters were taken 1 week before the event from their own worlds, their minds altered to believe they were always from Jinnjar, Diagad. They have a superpower because of this and a new life either living alone or with family (other NPCs or PCs). Go to the OOC post for more info.

DAYS ONE-TWO:

Strange streams of colour in the sky have appeared, and looking at them for too long causes strange headaches. At this point you’re not sure what they’re about, but you can investigate them. However, trying to get right close to them is impossible. You will never get high enough. Regardless, let us know if characters will be investigating anything!
Voidtreckers arrive, be on the lookout. People are excited about finding these infamous criminals, and may be bothering those wearing peculiar watches, or the colours of Blue, Red, Purple, or Orange. You might be one of them: the bothered, or botheree. Many games or movie criminals are some adaptation of these Voidtreckers. A lot of people are worried they’re behind the phoenonem in the sky.
Nevertheless, people will still have their own lives to deal with, regardless of worrying events. Play around with what job your character has, if they’re in school, what work they do; if they’re drawn to a night life or just hanging around wherever they like. Characters not used to technology in-canon may find themselves having trouble with this world (despite believing they’ve always lived here).
Some of the Voidtreckers who are most resistant to illusions and mind control will be breaking out by the end of the first day. They will have to lay low and plot in secret, figure out how to make contact with others. The SCA comms do not work.
Other Voidtreckers might begin having dreams about their past by day 2-3.

DAYS THREE-FOUR:

Those who have been brought to the world begin to dream of their real and past lives, if just in very small and confusing snippets. Some of those dreams may bleed into reality, and people may start to recognise absolute strangers, but don't quite always know why. This is stronger for Voidtreckers than 4th wallers.
Random electronics seem to be glitching in odd ways, particularly the training centres, which lock people in together, even random strangers. Mostly it's harmless and more of a pain. People also swear they think they see the tops of buildings 'glitching' or colouring out. People have been speaking about pets going missing on walks, though the zoos and such are mostly fine, save for some of the higher up bird sanctuaries.
More of the Voidtreckers and some of the more resilient guests will begin realising the reality of the place they find themselves in. That this is not their own world at all.
The propaganda of the city starts to escalate, warnings about the dangerous voidtreckers and reminding people of how great the city is.

DAYS ONE & TWO: SLICES OF LIFE

"This is an emergency broadcast to everyone in Jinnjar City. At 08:00 today, a breach into the city was attempted by the invading force known as the Voidtreckers, who have tried countless times before to take over Diagad for themselves.

While it's believed the group was resisted, citizen are advised to watch out for anyone acting suspiciously in the city, and to watch out for this emblem. Please call the D-F-O-R-C-E hotline if you see anyone you suspect of being an intruder!

Remember to keep low altitudes while we deal with the phenomenon above."

[ RAINBOW SKIES. ] "Everyone's been speculating about what's been going on up above. About a week ago, these long streams of twisting colours suddenly spread through the purple skies of Diagad, rainbow colours inking the clouds. They've been growing out, like merging with the sky itself, and news broadcasts have been telling people not to worry. But what even are they? They say that looking at them for too long causes headaches, while some swear up and down they've seen things in them! I've heard a couple of friends talking about investigating them, but I dunno..."

▷ Twisting streams of colour are becoming exposed in the sky, and indeed, those who look too long high up will find themselves receiving headaches and dizziness. They’ll fade once you look away, but those who do decide to investigate by getting close will experience a tug, as if something yearns to take them somewhere. There will be patrolling Heroes - this world's equivalent of police - keeping an eye on things. Maybe your character is one of them, or posing as one. Maybe your character wants to learn more about what these are. Regardless, they won’t be able to get significantly close to the streams no matter how high they aim.

[ THE VOIDTRECKERS. ] "Gossip is HOT about these Voidtreckers. I remember seeing a movie about them once, based on something that happened years ago. They tried hacking their way into taking over a dyson sphere being built - like a giant structure around a star. There's other stories about them too, but are they really the ones behind this? Who are we even meant to be on the lookout for? I don't know... I'm kinda spooked. But do they seriously ride around in a flying train?"

▷ You've heard about the Voidtreckers, whether you remember stories about them or not. Are you bothered about them? The news broadcasts say they got rid of them - then why are they asking people to look out? And what are you supposed to look out for? On top of the emblem, there's chatter going on about watching out for people wearing strange devices on their wrists, and wearing colours of Blue, Red, Purple, and Orange.

Will you defend your city from these mysterious foes? Be smart about it, or rash? Or maybe you're interested to know more for your own deeds… whether or not they’re the Voidtreckers of tale, they may have resources for furthering your own goals.

[ LIVING YOUR LIFE. ] “But nevermind all that! Life’s about having fun and hanging out with your friends too. I work part time, but I’ve got plans after my shift’s done! Doing some shopping, going to see a movie. I can’t stress out about the funny stuff going on. And I heard the new waiter in my favourite cafe is suuuper cute!”

▷ Despite the few anomalies going on, you still have a life part of Jinnjar City. You have a job filled with devices that you’ve been surrounded by all your life, or certainly longer than a week or, so you know how to work a coffee machine, right? You know how to drive an air taxi!

And where would you take one to? To anywhere: to the gym, one of the training centres, a spa, to the movies - normal things that everyone around the city have always been around. Meet up with some friends for fruit smoothies, or watch one of the shadow displays held by the Georgi’s Gang around every street, putting on shows to mesmerise and delight the kids.

Or how about buying your groceries to take back to your apartment or house? You know what all these fruits are! Right? Right?

… … maybe it’s produce from another planet.

DAYS THREE & FOUR: JUST ANOTHER NORMAL DAY

[ DREAMS. ] “Dreams are just dreams, but a lot of people have been talking about them. Like, really being disturbed by them? Not in a creepy ohhh a monster’s coming for me! way, but like, they say they see worlds they swear they’ve been to before. Or see people? I wouldn’t really think about it except, there’s this guy… not like a super cute guy, but someone I think I knew…”

▷ Talk about dreams have been popular lately, though not everyone has them - or, not right away. Sometimes people may be at work, in school, doing nothing in particular when a name (important to their real self) appears in their mind, a flash of scenery. Coming as quickly as it goes. They don’t know what it means, if it isn’t just a symptom of the latest weird gossip influencing them.

But it sticks with you, something you can’t completely dismiss. But surely it’s nothing - right?

[ ANOMALIES. ] ”Just what we need! My friend’s dog’s gotten lost! She was taking him for a walk, and then she just says he went running ahead, and poof! Disappeared! Maybe he saw a cat? He’s always been a lazy chubby thing, but even dogs can’t help themselves, I guess…”

▷ The colours in the sky seem brighter today, closer...but it’s difficult to say for some, unless you’re actively studying them. Sometimes when you look above, you might catch - if just for a second - the tops of roofs glitching out, corners or streaks erased, colours meshing with the walls. You think it might be the light or your eyes, as it never lasts long, and even standing around waiting to see it happen again won’t give you what you want.

You may have other things to worry about than tricks of the light. Animals have simply been...disappearing, and always the ones owned, or particularly birds that fly around freely. People will ask you for help, and it’s weird they need to. Most owners have a tracker chip and app, and either apps show a blank map, or show them just standing in place...a place that when you get there, is nothing, no one.

[ TRAINING CENTRE. ]
“Really though, other than the weird sky business and how jumpy the news has made everyone about the Voidtreckers, the only odd thing that’s been up is some weird stuff happening at the training gyms. Even I saw it! I was just doing my warm-ups for the day when the field I set it to, the sky...these shapes suddenly appeared, dark and looming. It seriously creeped me out. But it’s just a glitch, right?”

▷ Young or old, the training centres around the central district are a popular spot for everyone to give their powers a safe space to be unleashed. While there’s basic simulations that’s free for everyone to use, people can be personal trainers, or even run group sessions in the bigger rooms.

Sessions aren’t always linked, since getting private training is allowed. However, lately, people keep getting jumped into other’s sessions, and can’t get out until they finish the routine. Sometimes they’re simple, where you need to destroy building block-esque cubes, or superspeed through courses twenty times. But then there’s also story modes, such as…

Castle Defence: Help protect the castle of Erna from the tricky Voidtreckers! They’re trying to storm the castle, and the world needs your power to help keep them away. Difficulty is based on the amount of people present, and speed of the individual. Do you turn things green? Then turning a Voidtrecker green will make them pop! Good job!

Kama Aid: Floating spheres have been lured inside a giant 3-tiered labyrinth ball. You must help the spheres - come in optional people-shaped or even cute animals - be released back outside where the air is fresh. Use telekinesis to tilt the tiers like a ball tilting game, or use super-strength to destroy the different tiers!

Dia Mysteries: A theft, vandalism, maybe even a murder. The crime scene is locked down, and something is afoot. Use your telepathy to gain information from the suspects, sneak into a secure area under invisibility... the solution is yours to find in this investigative simulation.

[ A PSA or Six. ] ”Stay vigilant citizens of Diagad. Please report any suspicious behavior to the DFORCE force.”

Announcements blare from speakers on public transport. Adverts pop up as they scroll through Diagnet. All remind citizens to be on their guard, report strange or disturbing behaviour and keep a look out for any of the symbols or colours of the Voidtreckers.

"Heroes don't keep secrets! If you have suspicions about any dangerous people in our midst, let your local DFORCE force know. Speak the Truth. Save the World."

▷ Billboards are plastered with bold posters reminding citizens to keep an eye out for the Voidtreckers or anyone who they might have tried to sway to their side. For those beginning to glimpse that this city might not be what they once had thought, this could be dangerous especially if their families and friends believe the city truly is under threat.

credits: text box - city banner - city side - coloured sky by benjamin0000

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"Perhaps being trapped in the illusion for too long is inherently harmful?" Koumyou suggests, pondering that.

From in the kitchen, Sanzo chimes in, "Or death could be a power source for it. Maybe we're food."

Devero grimaces, partially because that's a horrible suggestion and partially because, well, he hadn't meant to exclude Genjo from the conversation-- after his reality had been established, anyway.

Taking one of Koumyou's hands again, he tows his partner into the kitchen before asking, "Is that a-- thing? Using death as a-- a power source?"

"Yes."

Sanzo doesn't look up from what he's doing, slicing some meat thinly with a sharp knife. The food he's making for his master is partially-assembled, going by all the stuff already on the two pieces of bread.

This isn't going to be some half-assed sandwich.

Koumyou says nothing, he just gives Dev's hands a little squeeze. Hell-world is hell.

"Rust and ruin," he breathes, but it's mostly under his breath. He urges Koumyou into a seat at the table and takes one himself, raking his bangs back distractedly with one hand.

"I guess the most important question now is... what do we do?"

At the exact same time, both Sanzo priests say, "Kill it."

Devero looks from one to the other, then back, and then just groans. He drops his head into his hands with a thunk.

Sanzos.

Sanzo brings over a plate with the rather big and strange sandwich on it, and sets it in front of Koumyou. "Eat."

And a mug full of... room-temperature tea. He'd made it earlier this morning and tried to give it to the weird not-Koumyou, but he hadn't taken it. "Drink."

And then he adds: "--And don't get used to it. I'm not making all your food for you, old man."

He totally will, though, and he knows it.

...Koumyou knows it too, beaming over at Sanzo... until the 'old man' crack, and then he pouts dramatically. "I'm not that old!"

"Ancient," Sanzo confirms, taking a seat at the table and dragging an ashtray over to himself. "Decrepit."

"Cradle robber," Devero contributes helpfully. Apparently, he is constitutionally obligated to poke fun at Koumyou, even in the middle of what is probably a profoundly dangerous situation, even if it was incited by his asshole of a son.

He does reach over and pat Koumyou's arm after, though, assuring him blandly, "Don't worry, I'll feed you if he won't."

Koumyou has picked up his sandwich in both hands and taken a giant bite out of it by now, and he's chewing away at it. So, his response is to squint-smile over at Devero and make an affirming noise around his food.

Sanzo sits back in his chair, eyeing both of them with a somewhat-sourly thoughtful expression on his face. "Hn."

Just gonna tap the ash from his cigarette into the ashtray, take a drag, and pull the subject back to the matter at hand. "So, we have to find this fucker if we're going to kill it."

Devero smiles back, giving Koumyou's arm one last pat before sitting back himself.

He looks across at Genjo and nods reluctantly. "Or stop them, or depower them, or whatever we end up doing," he says. "Step one is going to be finding them."

And, in an aside once Koumyou's between bites, "Can I see the ARMs band?"

Koumyou sets his sandwich down so he can go digging up one of his sleeves, producing the gaudy armband and handing it over. But even as he does, he tells his son while he's between bites; "Devero's world has guns that shoot glitter."

Sanzo had been taking another long drag off his cigarette, and actually coughs it back out, startled into a low, blink-and-you'd-miss-it laugh. "They do what?"

Koumyou did you really JUST--

Devero shoots his partner a pointed look. "They shoot a non-lethal payload of PAVA irritant powder," he corrects with a prim sniff. He pauses there for a moment, as if that's going to be all he has to say about that-- and then relents and cracks a crooked grin. "And it's made with bismuth so it looks glittery."

What he pulls out of the ARMs band, however, is not his gun but Koumyou's pack of cigarettes. "I was going to ask you if I could have one of these," he teases, still grinning, "but now you don't get a choice."

He shakes one out, and reaches back into the band for a lighter.

Koumyou sticks his tongue out at Devero, and then picks up his sandwich to take another chomp. It's a crunchy chomp, with the lettuce.

Sanzo watches this interaction and huffs out a sigh. "Please tell me you didn't get yourself attached to an actual pacifist, master."

They don't survive for very long.

"Not a pacifist," Devero says, trying not to take that personally. He knows where this kid's come from, after all. "We're trained to avoid killing if we can. Not a lot of people where I come from."

He sticks the cigarette between his lips and lights it. ~~Sulkily.~~

"And when you can't avoid it?" Sanzo prompts, while Koumyou just chews.

"...I've done it," he says, as evenly as he can. "If it's the only option available, I'll take it."

"Good." It's the first that Sanzo's shown any approval of Devero, although he follows it up by pointing at his master and then back at himself. "And you know what we are?"

Not just priests, but killers. Genjo Sanzo himself has killed probably thousands by now, and not all were minus-wave-crazed youkai. He'd had a small mountain of corpses in his shadow long before that shit had even started. Youkai, humans, whatever tried to kill him... or worse.

Some had tried for worse. Including the very first man he'd ever killed.

Devero doesn't answer right away. He's perceptive enough to guess that Genjo isn't looking for the temple definition of a Sanzo priest. He smokes thoughtfully for a moment, monitoring how Koumyou's eating without even realizing he's doing it.

"You're Sanzo priests," he says finally. "You carry a burden of power that someone like me can't understand, and you carry it through a vicious, lethal world. You stand as the only line of defense between these--" He lifts a hand to Koumyou's shoulder, fingers hovering over the Seiten without touching it. "--and anyone in your world who'd take them for their own use."

He drops his hand down and tucks it in Koumyou's elbow instead. "You've been charged by your gods to defend the holy sutras, and you do so with violence proportionate to the unrelenting brutality of your world."

Through curls of smoke, he meets Genjo's eyes. "Do I have that right?"

"Hn," Sanzo's reply is a... very eloquent grunt. Apparently that's a pass, since he doesn't correct Devero.

Although, he can't help one little dig, "My gun doesn't shoot glitter."

Koumyou swallows his latest sandwich chomp, perking up. "You have a gun?"

Yeah, let's talk about the gun. It's your favorite gun, right Devero? Right?

Devero scowls. "Yeah," he answers, before Genjo can. "He has a gun."

He knows, he knows he can't take the younger man's paranoia personally; not given what he knows about Genjo's history and the Sanzos' world. He knows he needs to be the bigger man here.

...But he's still kind of taking it personally. "He was kind enough to introduce me."

Sanzo gives an imperious "Hn!" at Devero's cheek, and reaches up his sleeve for the little snub-nosed revolver, sliding it across the table to his master.

Koumyou sets the remaining quarter or so of sandwich back on the plate, eyes lighting up as he picks up the gun. "Oh! The little .38 smith and wesson. I remember this one!"

And to Devero, Koumyou adds, "I blessed this gun years before I even found Kouryuu in that river! It seems to have gone through a lot since then."

The gun is in excellent mechanical condition, but there's no mistaking the sheer amount of dings and nicks in its metal body, or the chips missing from the grip.

"Did you?" Careful not to touch the gun, Devero leans in to peer at it. It does look well-used-- and well-cared for. ~~Reminds him of a certain machine he's missing from his life.~~

"It's in great shape," he says. "And if it's blessed, it must pack a punch." He eyes Genjo as he says, in an attempt to be conciliatory, "I'm real grateful you decided to ask questions before shooting anything."

Koumyou traces a fingertip over some of the deepest gouges, and then nods and passes the gun back across the table. And then he goes back to his sandwich, because now that he's eating he's hungry.

"You should be," Sanzo tucks the gun back up his sleeve, "I never miss."

Not on accident, anyway. Intentionally? When firing at the idiots he travels with? That's another story. ~~It would be too annoying if he killed them.~~

"I believe that," Devero says soberly, and he means it, too.

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