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middleofsomewhere2021-09-11 10:10 am
voidtreckermods) wrote in middleofsomewhere2021-09-11 10:10 am
Yup! Yeah that's a 100% normal statue habit. Perfectly average.
Incorrect or not, it solidifies (at least for now, until someone tells him otherwise) that there's probably a mind in there and it might not wanna be stuck there. It doesn't have to be even that deep a mind, either. This is a man that listens to the faint Romero-worthy pining of the undead for their smallest worldly treasures and habits bouncing around like echoes in rotting brains.
He's not a deeply compassionate man but he yeah, he's buying there's something in there, and for now it could just be a victim of its position.
He rubs his shoulder where it returned his odd gesture and looks around to anyone nearby. "Yo! I think the statue's a person or something. A rock person or a person turned to a rock or... I dunno. Some kinda 'Tried to make like Pygmalian but didn't have enough juice' thing?"
Incorrect or not, it solidifies (at least for now, until someone tells him otherwise) that there's probably a mind in there and it might not wanna be stuck there. It doesn't have to be even that deep a mind, either. This is a man that listens to the faint Romero-worthy pining of the undead for their smallest worldly treasures and habits bouncing around like echoes in rotting brains.
He's not a deeply compassionate man but he yeah, he's buying there's something in there, and for now it could just be a victim of its position.
He rubs his shoulder where it returned his odd gesture and looks around to anyone nearby. "Yo! I think the statue's a person or something. A rock person or a person turned to a rock or... I dunno. Some kinda 'Tried to make like Pygmalian but didn't have enough juice' thing?"
Takechirou thinks it over. He unfortunately cannot be two things, only one thing.
Hesitantly, a compromise,
B....be...both..?
The horns are tragically not very impressive compared to the prior options, and they may have to flip a coin. If a 6 foot seeming reptile won't cause more issue than a demon woman with red eyes after all, why not!
Hesitantly, a compromise,
B....be...both..?
The horns are tragically not very impressive compared to the prior options, and they may have to flip a coin. If a 6 foot seeming reptile won't cause more issue than a demon woman with red eyes after all, why not!
Wangji nods and respectfully backs off. Now he has a headache, but he gets the feeling it was an unintentional one. "Are you here to help us?" He manages, a little at a loss as to how to commune with a stationary object.
"Tact and diplomacy are paramount." Which is Lan Wangji speak for 'agreed'. He himself could be considered a little intimidating if only because of how his height. He did not enjoy the hike over, he misses his sword.
"If you run into trouble, please do not hesitate to speak up." Wangji is a little uncomfortable at sending a child in on the frontline, but the creature doesn't look visibly malevolent?
"Perhaps we had best make our own hands visible, so they can see we lack weapons?"
"If you run into trouble, please do not hesitate to speak up." Wangji is a little uncomfortable at sending a child in on the frontline, but the creature doesn't look visibly malevolent?
"Perhaps we had best make our own hands visible, so they can see we lack weapons?"
The energy recedes, to lessen the strain put on from that communication. But there is difficultly in conversation, when, as if in answer to Wangji's question, the way they decide to is peculiar.
Tiny flowers begin to sprout, multi-coloured and sprig-shaped; one lot leading in a cluster towards the nearby bridge, and then the others to follow out, away from Wangji and itself. They will attempt to lead to the other routes, the flowers rising up along the railing.
But they only get so far, with the tops of the flowers not appearing, not fully forming. All trails stop.
Difficult as it is in this world, if energy can be sensed, there is the sense of it waning, here. An exhaustion.
Tiny flowers begin to sprout, multi-coloured and sprig-shaped; one lot leading in a cluster towards the nearby bridge, and then the others to follow out, away from Wangji and itself. They will attempt to lead to the other routes, the flowers rising up along the railing.
But they only get so far, with the tops of the flowers not appearing, not fully forming. All trails stop.
Difficult as it is in this world, if energy can be sensed, there is the sense of it waning, here. An exhaustion.
Answering is no easy feat when you're a statue that can't speak, but there may be more to the silence of activity or prompt that follows. Bu a few sparks eventually emerge in the air where the talisman had been used, as some imitation of the butterflies appear. Coloured in golden whites instead of fiery red, warm like the sun, with the tiny flaps of their wings like a light breeze.
Some amount of Wei Wuxian's type of qi starts slowly being mingled in with it, except - unfortunately, it evaporates it, making the butterflies lose their shape like the ripples on the surface of a lake.
The energy disappears. Nothing follows for a few seconds, until the previous warmth takes Wei Wuxian by the hands, a light tug sensation given - one that tickles - to lead them over to the statue's hands.
Some amount of Wei Wuxian's type of qi starts slowly being mingled in with it, except - unfortunately, it evaporates it, making the butterflies lose their shape like the ripples on the surface of a lake.
The energy disappears. Nothing follows for a few seconds, until the previous warmth takes Wei Wuxian by the hands, a light tug sensation given - one that tickles - to lead them over to the statue's hands.
Dairine does not retreat from the strange sensation, reminded slightly of connecting to the Motherboard, though without the initial jolt. Whatever this is, it seems more responsive than the rest of the planet.
The lack of words makes sense, given the stationary nature of this figure. So Dairine tries a telepathic conversation instead, reaching out like she would to the train.
'Can you hear me?,' she sends the thought through her physical connection. 'We've come here to help.'
The lack of words makes sense, given the stationary nature of this figure. So Dairine tries a telepathic conversation instead, reaching out like she would to the train.
'Can you hear me?,' she sends the thought through her physical connection. 'We've come here to help.'
They don't quite know it's a compromise, but there is no return of the dinosaur - instead, they reflect the individual again to Takechirou, with added horns.
Horns are apparently a very yes factor.
Horns are apparently a very yes factor.
Through the telepathic line made, there is a pulse, similar to the sensation before - though, perhaps not as great, given the link is on a more personal level than skin. Not a word, but confirmation is what Dairine may be able to tell.
But after confirmation, comes plea. Danger. Worry. It is uncomfortable, the weight of these emotions through the link, despite the care taken not to rush between each one.
Yet, they are genuine. And emotions of the heart - even one of stone - are hard to mask.
But after confirmation, comes plea. Danger. Worry. It is uncomfortable, the weight of these emotions through the link, despite the care taken not to rush between each one.
Yet, they are genuine. And emotions of the heart - even one of stone - are hard to mask.
Leaving room for if Forever One needs/wants to do any helping haha
jan_ken_hacking
2021-09-12 05:37 pm (UTC)(link)
While all this has gone on, Kiyoiri herself has patiently watched. There is...obviously Something there in the statue. Even if her slowly coming in (and currently quite clipped) 'summon spirit' power wasn't saying 'there is a Thing', her crow flying off and screaming at a statue doesn't exactly happen that much. So, she's patient. She waits. And-
"Ah....flowers..."
The girl stares while Takechirou is pondering how to INCREASE HORNS (he barely has the magic power to do This, let alone make changes!! Please Forever One, he has limits even with his Master helping). Such wonderful flowers...
"Takechirou, did you do something nice for them...? ....those are very nice flowers..."
The crow pauses. And, abruptly, moves to perch on a horn. "Group hug!" he shouts with a mimicked voice. He is, ultimately, just a bird; communication is strange, and saying 'get close' is not quite that easy.
Luckily the girl figures it out. "....ah...ok?"
She comes near, and after a small frown, bows- "For whatever you have done, Thank you." And then gently, sets her hands upon the statue's shoulders. Takechirou from there flies around- before griping at Kiyoiri's shirt, and focusing.
One T-Rex, coming up!
"Ah....flowers..."
The girl stares while Takechirou is pondering how to INCREASE HORNS (he barely has the magic power to do This, let alone make changes!! Please Forever One, he has limits even with his Master helping). Such wonderful flowers...
"Takechirou, did you do something nice for them...? ....those are very nice flowers..."
The crow pauses. And, abruptly, moves to perch on a horn. "Group hug!" he shouts with a mimicked voice. He is, ultimately, just a bird; communication is strange, and saying 'get close' is not quite that easy.
Luckily the girl figures it out. "....ah...ok?"
She comes near, and after a small frown, bows- "For whatever you have done, Thank you." And then gently, sets her hands upon the statue's shoulders. Takechirou from there flies around- before griping at Kiyoiri's shirt, and focusing.
One T-Rex, coming up!
There are indeed three Sali and they have weapons trained on the three as they make their way down the hill.
Their faces are intent, as if this will certainly be an attack. But one calls out a word, perhaps a name. The leader slows ever so slightly and then the caller points towards Emporio.
They slow, but do not stop. Their weapons are still held ready as they move down and begin to surround Jake, Emporio and Lan Wangji.
They don't speak, seeming to just be taking them in, looking them up and down, sizing them up.
Their faces are intent, as if this will certainly be an attack. But one calls out a word, perhaps a name. The leader slows ever so slightly and then the caller points towards Emporio.
They slow, but do not stop. Their weapons are still held ready as they move down and begin to surround Jake, Emporio and Lan Wangji.
They don't speak, seeming to just be taking them in, looking them up and down, sizing them up.
A hand is raised, arrows paused for now. But not one weapon is lowered. Instead three of the arrows are trained on Jingyi, as he was the one who spoke.
"You will take no step further." One of the Sali spoke. "Leave this place. Now."
"You will take no step further." One of the Sali spoke. "Leave this place. Now."
Elidibus comes looking for the sense of presence. Some being native to the islands will surely have insight about them. If there were those near him that vested interest in speaking to 'someone', they would have been invited.
The vessel is a statue but this is fine. It doesn't appear that it's a seal; in the sense that something is displeased to be trapped here, any more than his own vessel is something to be freed from. Well 'seems' to be anyway.
"I would like to offer my greetings. I am Elidibus." He appears confident that he can at least get his intent and message across; even without the SCA it's within his ability.
"I am seeking information. Would you be willing to give it?" In contrast to the world, these statues and what's within them seems to be more welcoming, if nothing more. But that doesn't mean he wouldn't be polite.
The vessel is a statue but this is fine. It doesn't appear that it's a seal; in the sense that something is displeased to be trapped here, any more than his own vessel is something to be freed from. Well 'seems' to be anyway.
"I would like to offer my greetings. I am Elidibus." He appears confident that he can at least get his intent and message across; even without the SCA it's within his ability.
"I am seeking information. Would you be willing to give it?" In contrast to the world, these statues and what's within them seems to be more welcoming, if nothing more. But that doesn't mean he wouldn't be polite.
"A person?"
Taiki hadn't gone up to the statues yet but he does so now. Straight away he can feel it, a peaceful presence, something in the rock or the rock itself. It was enough that he could mostly ignore the worrying smell from Murphy, a smell of violence and death.
He got closer, reaching out towards the statue. "It does feel... Strange."
Taiki hadn't gone up to the statues yet but he does so now. Straight away he can feel it, a peaceful presence, something in the rock or the rock itself. It was enough that he could mostly ignore the worrying smell from Murphy, a smell of violence and death.
He got closer, reaching out towards the statue. "It does feel... Strange."
Where Taiki touches, warmth heats under his palm, more like the sun than an open fire. Then for the both of them, there is a small pulse of emotion, the sensation of a plea - one that comes with the unfortunate company of pins and needles, carried on as it then instils an encouragement to look to their side.
In direction to where the bridge is, wide and connecting to the nearest next island - and with an unfortunate hole to it. It drops the communication after the mental 'gesture', as if it's unsure of how well it'll be taken.
But desperate times call for desperate measures.
In direction to where the bridge is, wide and connecting to the nearest next island - and with an unfortunate hole to it. It drops the communication after the mental 'gesture', as if it's unsure of how well it'll be taken.
But desperate times call for desperate measures.
A light breeze drifts by, but not one natural; as difficult as it might be to perceive the intricacies of energy in this world, Elidibus will be able to tell that, if just by the warmth in-cased in it.
Energy then reaches for his hands with another warmth, but one that brings a layer of discomfort over skin, under it. A prickling from the energy, yet one that isn't attempting to reach in deep. Instead, there's a tug - and the opened hands of the statue glow, softly.
Energy then reaches for his hands with another warmth, but one that brings a layer of discomfort over skin, under it. A prickling from the energy, yet one that isn't attempting to reach in deep. Instead, there's a tug - and the opened hands of the statue glow, softly.
So how about that local sports team, our jobs and the weather rite?
wewillwewill
2021-09-12 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
There is a twitch of Elidibus's fingers as the prickly sensation occurs. Reactions that come with the vessel's physical state rather than emotional discomfort or wariness. Caution is a better word, but that is simply natural.
One must expect a certain discomfort even from the gentler parts of this world, given its immediate reaction to the outsiders' presence.
"Very well."
Or perhaps this is merely how it is. The message is understood and with a nod, Elidibus reaches out to place his hands within the opened hands of the statue.
One must expect a certain discomfort even from the gentler parts of this world, given its immediate reaction to the outsiders' presence.
"Very well."
Or perhaps this is merely how it is. The message is understood and with a nod, Elidibus reaches out to place his hands within the opened hands of the statue.
Cassie doesn't need to get near it to know that walking into the mysterious red mist without any protection isn't a good idea. She turns her nose up and her head back over her shoulder.
"Anybody bring a gas mask? I ain't going into that."
She turns her attention toward the flotsam and/or jetsam that's washed ashore.
"But I will take a look at that debris."
"Anybody bring a gas mask? I ain't going into that."
She turns her attention toward the flotsam and/or jetsam that's washed ashore.
"But I will take a look at that debris."
The younger sali might have run past them initially, but once she sees these new intruders, she pivots on a hoof and faces them with her wooden staff at the ready. She's tense, but her posture remains defensive for now. "What do you mean you're here to help?"
The older sali doesn't respond in kind. He pulls out the bow slung on his back and notches an arrow. "Everyone, I found even more intruders over here!"
"Not again..." says the younger sali. "Stop chasing my woolie and me! Hey!" The sali jumps as she dodges the arrow.
The older sali aims another arrow in the direction of Jingy and Ryo.
The older sali doesn't respond in kind. He pulls out the bow slung on his back and notches an arrow. "Everyone, I found even more intruders over here!"
"Not again..." says the younger sali. "Stop chasing my woolie and me! Hey!" The sali jumps as she dodges the arrow.
The older sali aims another arrow in the direction of Jingy and Ryo.
It might not be a wordy response, but it's more than Dairine usually gets from stone. She'll take that as a good sign.
'I don't blame you there.' There's plenty to worry about. Since this is telepathic, her own worry is also present, bleeding in rather than at the forefront. What was causing wizardry to act up here? Was it related to her sudden power drop? And most importantly, how would they complete the mission with so many of the Voidtreckers at a disadvantage?
'Is your world usually like this? It feels... closed off.'
'I don't blame you there.' There's plenty to worry about. Since this is telepathic, her own worry is also present, bleeding in rather than at the forefront. What was causing wizardry to act up here? Was it related to her sudden power drop? And most importantly, how would they complete the mission with so many of the Voidtreckers at a disadvantage?
'Is your world usually like this? It feels... closed off.'
The young sali is only menace to society when her normally docile woolie gets frightened and runs amuck. That is not the case now. Everything moves so fast. Yondu is before her. Wei Wuxian moves ahead. Despite having been chased earlier, the young sali shrieks when Wei Wuxian knocks the bow out of the older sali's hands. "Don't hurt him!"
Unfortunately, the younger's concern doesn't reach the older. He kicks away from Wei Wuxian and touches the ground. Vines with thorns erupt from the soil and dart towards all three of them.
Unfortunately, the younger's concern doesn't reach the older. He kicks away from Wei Wuxian and touches the ground. Vines with thorns erupt from the soil and dart towards all three of them.
birds took out the cable, couldn't watch the game :(
voidtreckernpcs
2021-09-12 10:20 pm (UTC)(link)
The palms are warm to the touch, if solid, smooth like well-sculpted jade. Energy lingers in them just under the surface, a soft brush of the prickling where the two forms meet. A moment needed, before the entity must come to a decision.
When then, there's a weight that comes close to Elidibus's mind. Heavy, but not forceful. Voiceless concepts suggested by feeling and implication, as unseen fingers wrap around Elidibus's hands, another's energy merging close to his aether. His hands go numb as a side effect, and the statue attempts to be quick:
Permission. Energy. Receive.
To receive, from Elidibus. The weight and the embrace release once the message is given, withdrawing back into the statue. Waiting on his decision; hoping for his understanding.
When then, there's a weight that comes close to Elidibus's mind. Heavy, but not forceful. Voiceless concepts suggested by feeling and implication, as unseen fingers wrap around Elidibus's hands, another's energy merging close to his aether. His hands go numb as a side effect, and the statue attempts to be quick:
Permission. Energy. Receive.
To receive, from Elidibus. The weight and the embrace release once the message is given, withdrawing back into the statue. Waiting on his decision; hoping for his understanding.
Cautious, but willing. Elidibus waits out the message imparted. There is calm endurance while his hands go numb. Although once the presence withdraws to give him time to answer, the Ascian seeks to bring feeling back to his fingers by opening and closing them near the palms of the statue; slowly, and when it would not be taken as withdrawal or rejection.
He reflects on the matter with due care. Giving of his reserves of aether is not an issue. It's something most everyone from his world is capable of in some fashion or another. He has considerable reserves due to his nature and this world is making it certain he will perform no great work or spell.
The other half lies with the same reason he can't use any great power; replenishing his reserves are unlikely to happen with the conflicting energy and the amount needed to complete this mission is unknown. His supply is finite in other words. And the merits must and should be weighed carefully.
"Yes," the Ascian finally answers. He regards the statue, the energy dancing through it. "I will give you some." Elidibus lays his palms flat to the statue's hands again. A tendril of channeled aether is sent out carefully but not too hastily, as he has no desire to have the environment around them explode in protest. But it is clearly an offer to 'take his hand' once again.
The benefits that can come from this certainly will balance the cost.
He reflects on the matter with due care. Giving of his reserves of aether is not an issue. It's something most everyone from his world is capable of in some fashion or another. He has considerable reserves due to his nature and this world is making it certain he will perform no great work or spell.
The other half lies with the same reason he can't use any great power; replenishing his reserves are unlikely to happen with the conflicting energy and the amount needed to complete this mission is unknown. His supply is finite in other words. And the merits must and should be weighed carefully.
"Yes," the Ascian finally answers. He regards the statue, the energy dancing through it. "I will give you some." Elidibus lays his palms flat to the statue's hands again. A tendril of channeled aether is sent out carefully but not too hastily, as he has no desire to have the environment around them explode in protest. But it is clearly an offer to 'take his hand' once again.
The benefits that can come from this certainly will balance the cost.
The other man is right. Jake nods, holds his hands up, and stays close behind Emporio. The cute innocent kid look is helpful, yes, but he's really not sure about the ethics of this plan.
Anyway, too late to back down! They're going in by the seat of their pants, classic Peralta style.
"Oh hey there. Y'all are looking good," Jake says as casually as he can, hands held up in a peaceful gesture. It's not his first rodeo in staying calm at a life threatening situation, but it's his first without either a weapon or his squad nearby.
"My name's Jake, and we're not here to fight you. Or take anything from you. We're just here to stop the birdnado that's wrecking your stuff."
He loosely waves the fingers on one hand up in a circle, to indicate a tornado of birds. Even if that's not quite what's happening, it gets at the chaos and destruction part, right? Hopefully?
Anyway, too late to back down! They're going in by the seat of their pants, classic Peralta style.
"Oh hey there. Y'all are looking good," Jake says as casually as he can, hands held up in a peaceful gesture. It's not his first rodeo in staying calm at a life threatening situation, but it's his first without either a weapon or his squad nearby.
"My name's Jake, and we're not here to fight you. Or take anything from you. We're just here to stop the birdnado that's wrecking your stuff."
He loosely waves the fingers on one hand up in a circle, to indicate a tornado of birds. Even if that's not quite what's happening, it gets at the chaos and destruction part, right? Hopefully?
Edited 2021-09-12 23:02 (UTC)
Oh well, sure! Wuxian gets to fight. "Get back'!" he says to the kid, gesturing for him to go. We'll make some distance.
"He ain't gonna hurt nobody, I'll tell his partner to whoop him later if he does. What's wrong with 'em?" If there ever was a time he wished those plant abilities worked and at their fullest capacity, it's right now. But if he tries anything it'd just be extra wrong.
"Why are they after some of their own like that?"
"He ain't gonna hurt nobody, I'll tell his partner to whoop him later if he does. What's wrong with 'em?" If there ever was a time he wished those plant abilities worked and at their fullest capacity, it's right now. But if he tries anything it'd just be extra wrong.
"Why are they after some of their own like that?"
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