he wonders if he’s missed the appropriate moment for a proper introduction. logic dictates that they were beyond the stage of strangers, considering the connection shared— sora was xion as much as xion was sora was roxas was ventus was kairi was namine was was was——— wrong. the logic was wrong / they had fought for the right to individuality, after all. who was he to crumble the foundation @grotesks found herself standing on? and besides, they shared more in common than threaded memories; pawns on the board, destroyed by the heart they champion. ❛ i never got the chance to really meet you. ❜ to put a name to the blur. ❛ i’m sorry i disappeared before we could properly talk. i hope twilight town’s been treating you well! ❜
the rowdy atmosphere is practically overwhelming the second sora catches sight of cloud. it's all too obvious in the grin he wears; trouble making, promising nothing but childish teasing and disruption of cloud’s peace. he reaches @meteorea in five giant steps, nearly running but carefully running to avoid any collisions with the radiant garden locals. ❛ cloud! just the guy i wanted to see. i have to ask you a question. ❜ he's glowing, actually beaming with delight at the opportunity to confirm the information aerith shared with him. not that sora didn't believe aerith, he just wanted to hear it from cloud’s own mouth! ❛ is it true you wore a dress and won a beauty pageant for a mission once? ❜
tw: decapitation
A discovery is made when the truth is revealed of the civil unrest in Mylydos - to choose King Caligula or the Rebel leader Dimitri. Through whispered talks, one joint decision is made. The slaughter of King Caligula was inevitable.
With rebel forces from the islands armed with unrest from the underground caverns that housed dwarves and fairies, chaos befell the night and nothing short of bloodshed was made. The marble castle that sat at the center of Mylydos was dressed in crimson. Blue Devils worked together in the chaos, killing loyalists of the nobles while decimating the soldiers that fought so gallantly and stupidly under the mad king. It wasn’t long before a head is decapitated and held proudly by Dimitri. A roar envelops the halls, the king is dead. A new era will begin.
Mylydos ⤬ March 21st 1AM 1706.
There’s a stillness and peace in the aftermath of the chaos. Dimitri who is now the head of Mylydos personally greets the crew - thanking them with a look of earnest gratefulness. It’s evident that the horrors and atrocities that had long plagued the country was only starting to heal. As a means of thanks, he leads them towards the corridors towards Dion’s Gate.
“Mylydos is an ancient country that had always been devoted to the protection of the Gods. This temple was built underneath the castle grounds for Genesis.”
The gate opens at the touch of the newly crowned king, his blood lighting the the walls with a golden sheen. As it opens, they stand witness to a gigantic plaque that seems to float from an ancient source of power. BLOOD THIEF pales at the sight, she recognizes it as one of the relics that had once been transcribed from her own country. LITTLE MISS RED too seems to recognize the words that are marked on it.
“It’s a prophecy,” BLOOD THIEF murmurs as she approaches.
“and a map,” LITTLE MISS RED finishes, following as she looks through the words.
“Four runes protected by friends and foe, only with each piece will Genesis be found.” The two say the words in unison.
“Seems like we have a lead with this now,” GOD KILLER nods. He hands over a device to LITTLE MISS RED to record the words. The coordinates are marked and the words that follow read as “arce in caelum.”
Uncharted Territory ⤬ March 24th 10AM 1706.
The crew now ready and assembled follow the cryptic message from the rune, the wind seemingly only getting stronger and stronger.
“How the hell are we suppose to get there?” CHILD OF FLAMES says exasperated.
“Everything’s possible,” CHEMICAL PEARL ignores them. “Focus!” DEMON EATER yells as everything becomes more turbulent by the passing second.
It isn’t long before the ship finds a whirl of water shooting from the center of what appears to be a funnel. The ship jostles and only the sound of yelling can be heard from each other. “We need to take that upwards,” GOD KILLER yells toward CROOKED HOUND.
RAZOR FIST watches in awe as the massive vessel gets captured in by the whirl. Thankfully he had prepared for this, handing the rest of the crew all a rope to wrap themselves around as the ship itself begins to swim upward, lifting through the clouds. THREE EYED OMEN seems unfazed by the sheer absurdity of the situation, rather, watching ANGEL OF TERROR for a reaction.
PHANTOM MERCY and ATLAS VOID work through the chaos, skilled at minimizing the damages that threatened to rip through the sails and boards of the ship. MASTER OF DEATH and SUNKEN WITCH watch from within the safety of the ship, alarmed but the pair seemingly decided to stay put amidst the roaring winds.
A loud thud can be heard and the wind seems to vanish. They were thousands of feet above the sky now and no sign of ocean beneath them, instead, the vessel seemed to sail through the clouds instead. KING OF DROUGHT and MOON BLADE’s surprise was evident on his face.
“There’s land!” CHILD OF FLAME yells from above, pointing to a thicker padding of clouds that were shaped like land masses, with sprouts of grass peeping through.
[ NOW ENTERING SAINT ANTE]
SAINT ANTE
Saint Ante ⤬ March 24th - April 16th.
𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 - the cloudy forests ft all the crew.
It almost felt as if they were standing in heaven, clouds formed through the whole arena with different colored items lining the path. They dock the ship, most of the crew gazing at the landscape before them in wide eyed curiosity.
“It’s beautiful,” SUNKEN WITCH says with a smile. “There has to be valuable things here.”
“Or strange things,” CHEMICAL PEARL quips, her fingers prodding at what looked like a flower.
“Did the coordinates say anything else?” GOD KILLER asks LITTLE MISS RED and she shook her head. He sighs, brows furrowed. “Whatever’s awaiting us, it should lead to Genesis.”
“There’s no sign of other people here,” PHANTOM MERCY murmurs. Despite the divinity and glory of the land, there seemed to be no other sign of life in existence. What an oddity.
ATLAS VOID is the boldest, walking forward first "well let’s find out, we can kill whatever stands in our way.”
“Have you ever seen divinity like this?” THREE EYED OMEN asks ANGEL OF TERROR. He looks at them as if this was nothing out of the ordinary, keeping quiet as he observed.
“It smells like death...” MASTER OF DEATH murmurs, following rather reluctantly behind.
CHILD OF FLAMES snickers, “doesn’t everything smell like the dead? Could be a good thing.”
RAZOR FIST and KING OF DROUGHT stand apart from each other, walking behind the rest of the group.
“There used to be stories like this,” BLOOD THIEF recalls.
“Castles in the sky, I thought it was myth,” LITTLE MISS RED repeats the words again and again.
They continue to walk through the woods and the sun never seems to drop from the sky. It isn’t long before they arrive at a beautiful clearing where there’s nothing but a vast field of sunflowers. “There’s something out there,” MOON BLADE announces to the rest of the group, pointing her finger in the direction of what appeared to be a dot in the horizon. “Looks like a house ... or a hut ... or a castle,” DEMON EATER murmurs.
OOC GAMEPLAY
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The date in which characters may interact will be between March 24th - April 16th 1706.
They’re set to leave, but Fava asked for more time. Just ten more minutes -- fifteen tops. I need to talk to Perri before we go.
Her feet are aching when she interrupts a group of Capitolites in order to selfishly steal the blonde away from the conversation. She isn’t rejected, of course, because no one says no to the bride on her wedding day. (As long as her requests are within what’s allowed or expected of her, that is.)
Fava selects a vacant table off in a back corner of the reception hall. She doesn’t know who sat there before them -- hell, she doesn’t know half of the guests in attendance -- but whoever was here left behind a perfectly fine glass of water. Good. She needs more of that and less champagne. She helps herself, aware now of just how hot she is. Her sip is more of a desperate gulp. She wipes her lips with the back of her wrist shortly after to remove any lingering moisture. Nelly would scold her about her manners if this were any other day.
“I’m glad you decided to come. I know it was a hard decision for you.” Like Fava with Wren, she knows that Perri did it for Sage.
Truth be told, when Fava Thornewood woke up this morning, she expected today to be one of the worst days of her life. Not because she didn’t love Hudson, but because this wasn’t how she wanted to do it. It’s too flashy, too fake, for the depth of what she feels. The ceremony was grueling and void of what made them individuals, but the reception? The reception has been a whirlwind of emotion. And, dare I say it, fun.
With all the requirements (first appearance, importance dances, cake) out of the way, everything left is whatever she wants to make of it. It’s been at least an hour since she’s seen her partner, but she hasn’t stopped smiling since the second glass of champagne hit her system. She’ll go for a third once she stops spinning in circles with her lady dressed in red.
There is so much she wants to say to Blythe, but now isn’t the time nor the place to say such things. Instead, she focuses on the feeling of excitement that sits in her chest. It’s been ages since she’s felt this weightless, since she’s felt this young.
When one song ends and another begins, Fava puts her hand on her chest to try and center herself. Her stomach hurts from laughing. Does the Capitol have a drink to help with that? “I need a break,” she calls to Blythe. “Or a snack. Won’t you come get a snack with me?”
Wren, the ever-patient, pulls on her hand again. Fava attempts to shake her off, but it doesn’t work. She turns her attention to the little sister that signs rapidly with a request of can I dance with Birch? Fava shrugs, replying sure without much fanfare before attempting to return to her conversation with a polite stylist.
That doesn’t work either. Wren tugs again: you have to help me find Birch.
Fava excuses herself and takes Wren’s hand in one solid motion. They walk several steps before the eldest of the two taps her lips and speaks carefully. “Thanks for saving me. I could only answer so many questions about Cinna’s design. I don’t know anything about fabrics.” At her side, Wren smiles and bows her head. The Tribute would know more than the Victor in that department. Imagine that.
It doesn’t take long to find Riggs. It takes less time to get their permission. Birch and Wren are off to the dance floor to enjoy what’s rest of their youth before -- no. Not now. Not tonight.
Now alone with a friend that she truly trusts, Fava allows herself to slump slightly. She’s never had the best posture. “I hope Hudson and I stay together forever.” She glances up to Riggs with half of a smirk on her lips. “I never want to be a bride again. This is exhausting.”
