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He's chased her to an alleyway. Luna looks around for any means of escape from her persecutor, but there is none.
"Mister Steven. Please, just let me go." Luna's hands raised in surrender.
"I don't want to worry anybody else. Just let me go, please?"
People were worried though. The missing person's report was everywhere. "I'm not missing. I'm here. Just....I...I can't be around people."
Memories Hurt Less Now You're Here ||@brokeassgoing @ttauriwanderer||
Astarion had been on edge, haunting the festival since he'd brokered Badou to find Steven. Chaos, insanity, pain, all plagued his mind, enough that even Jeremiah was writhing in discomfort.
Right. Jeremiah. He wonders if the distance from his homeworld is what kept the little guy from being so chaotic as he had been before. Must be all the Mind Flayers and cult shit or something.
Eyes draw him to a stall, he swore it was a Tiefling behind the counter but he wasn't sure anymore. He smiled from behind the pain, trauma instincts making him play the part of a handsome young man that eagerly flirts. Eyes drift over the wares as he chatters along, they were all from his world, old fabrics with familiar markings, tinctures, potions, spell scrolls. Oh how Gale would have loved to read the books on magic beside them.
What he doesn't expect, is to find a plushie of a Displacer Beast. Vicious things, so he's heard, but someone took the time to make it cute. Soft round muzzle, big pleading eyes, gentle smile around the paw stuffed in it's mouth like a kitten suckling for comfort.
Delicate fingers lift the toy, eyes softening as he looks into the large, rounded eyes, the soft glossiness to the orbs reflecting red back.
The world swiftly fell away, pain ripped into his left eye. It took everything he'd learnt not to scream in agony as one hand shot up to grip at his skull.
What was it now? Was someone trying to control Jer? Was he in danger? This felt like whenever he connected with the others. With a held breath of hope he closed his eyes, gripping the plush close and opened himself to the messages of the worm.
What he got shattered everything, his whole world ripped upside down, memories zipping by faster than he can process, blinding him to the world he stood in. A pained whimper left him, unable to hear the woman ask if he was okay as he staggered a step.
Darkness, wings, a tendril, rotten fleshy meat, a man so desperate for his family, immortal, Sharran trials, a forge, told to detonate for consideration of forgiveness, time's running out on the infernal bomb. More as he tilts his head; the dream visitor is a mind flayer, the idiot bard ate the fucking worm and veins blackened. The next fight he'd exploded into a Displacer to protect the people, the changelings, book shop, Mystra, prayers, a cat, a general pigeon?
"Ah, fuck. Stop, Jeremiah!" He snarls the words through the pain and the fear. It was too much, it was all his vision, his thoughts, his actions, his friends, and yet-
Baldur's Gate. They were home, they were-
"No!" He backs up into the tent without meaning to, hiding in the corner even as he moved forward in the memories.
The manor, his siblings, the kennels, Godey, deeper, deeper, the catacombs, the ritual, he finally understood, he knew what the scars were, only ever a body for someone to use and throw out when they were done. Enraged he stood over pale skin, glared down, old red met the scarlet inferno that was him. A choice to make, sacrifice or slaughter, power or vengeance, to have all that the bastard desired, or to be better than him.
To kill thousands, or just one.
"NO!" He screams the word in terror, reminded all over again of the horror of the moss as he's ripped back to the present by a scent. By warmth. Jeremiah had gone dormant again, taking the brunt of the trauma of the sudden rush, too tired to do more than murmur soft assurances.
Red snapped around and honed in hard on the source of that scent, meeting those familiar eyes, no longer filled with terror, no longer empty and void of life, right beside the man meant to bring him there, witnessing a panicked meltdown in a tent clutching the plush for dear life.
Never before has the color of honey looked so good.
"S... Steven?"
「𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔤!」- In all honesty, even in the few months he had been on the Isles, Vash had yet to get acquainted with all of its little twists and turns and quirks. Who knew if he ever would. At the moment he was perusing the shops and stalls of the Merchant Town area, particularly Trivium Square. He poked his head in here and there to have a quick look before continuing on.
He had also managed to make it there in time for the Vespertown Market.
Stands peddling a variety of farm-grown foods, hand-made wares, and snacks were all over, making the area crowded and almost claustrophobic. Apparently this sort of thing only happened on Monday's and he had managed to gather that the people came from another part of the islands all together to sell things to the city folk. There were all sorts of odd things for sale and plenty of good smells, especially where leftovers from the winter festival were concerned. - There were actually quite a few good deals when it came to nearly-out-of-date holiday treats and foods. Decades of barely having two coins to rub together had taught him to be on the lookout for deals (as well as free food and the chance to work for a meal, among other things).
Vash was also fast on his way to making friends with some of the merchants. He had also already found himself caught up in helping out a number of more elderly and less able-bodied vendors who couldn't quite lift the things they needed to.
However, as he was walking, something else caught the Plant's attention. - A young man, practically a kid, was bartering with a stall owner and not getting very far.
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"That was me. But--," She feels like she shouldn't make an excuse but then, "I didn't mean to. I swear. It--It just happened." She felt it was much needed to make herself clear. She didn't want to get in trouble but would understand if what she did would cause her to be in one. She wouldn't make up any excuses then.
"I really.....want to get stronger but...everything is so strong I can't control it. it happened before too." The exact same thing with the buildings toppling over because she couldn't control her power.
"I'm sorry." Luna's head bows, eyes closed and she sits there shameful.
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"It's okay to feel lost some time," Luna says softly. "That's what my sister said. But I don't know how true her words are." For someone like herself.
Pacifism Meets Hunger ||@ttauriwanderer||
Once more he finds himself in the same forest, hunting the same creatures he'd devoured the last time he'd been there, this time remembering his Axe in hand. It would be far easier to pry back the tangled vines to reach his prize with the weapon meant for logging in hand.
But just as last time, he heard the sound of another, shouting something it seemed.
He'd just take a peak. He wasn't going to get involved unless the creatures were well distracted enough to become an easy meal. That's all he was doing as footsteps changed direction once more.
A lie he told himself constantly, alongside 'Karlach and Valas were rubbing off on him too much'.
He's met with a bizarre sight. A man up a tree looking down at the beasts howling and cackling at the base like a swathe of Gnolls. He knows the creatures could easily scale the tree and kill him, but it seemed they just wanted him busy or scared. Entirely consumed the four were with the man that it wasn't hard for Astarion to creep close.
Laughable, really.
The axe came down with frightening precision, driving deep into the brambles and into the meat of the beast's shoulder. The resulting shriek and turn was met with a snarl. He pounced, bringing the beast around right to the ground with a twist.
He wrenched the axe out, bringing it back down to break a few brambles off. In a flurry of movement, ignoring the teeth in his leg he lunged, sinking fangs into the bared flesh of the beast beneath.
Be it the foul dead blood the creature tasted on him or the sudden realization of who had joined the fray, the rest scattered, snarling and howling. Half drained, the spawn let the creature go, stumbling away from blood loss but making it to the tree line.
He twirled the axe, amused at the sight as he dragged a thumb over his lip to lick the last trace of blood. Red eyes then flash up at the other, axe resting heavily on his shoulder, the other raising to cover his eyes as if to look through the light to the other.
"Seems you're not favored by the locals much, are you?" The playful words roll from his lips, calling up into the leaves to the man clinging for dear life to the tree.
Good evening Mods! I'd like to buy back two powers for Steven (OC)! Both his Astral "Skipping" ability, and his Regeneration, please! His emblems can be found here, and his stats right here! Thank you very much!
When you awaken, you feel rekindled. As though some small piece of you has assembled itself back together….
You have regained your ability to ASTRAL SKIP and REGENERATE.
ABILITY UNLOCK 500 Emblems ALL Abilities and Items listed on a Muse’s application can be bought back at any time. Application unlocks are limited to two (2) abilities/items per Activity Check without exception.
ORIGINAL EMBLEM BALANCE: 2,100 TRANSACTION: 1,000 Emblems CURRENT EMBLEM BALANCE: 1,100
— Mod Leillis 🌸
— 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃 . . . 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐍𝐎𝐓 have let his mouth drop agape , from the moment he'd seen the building . and then again when the key he'd been given fit into the door . rand could say he was traveled now . he had been to caemlyn , and had seen with his own two eyes a city that had sprawled along , larger and grander than anything he could have ever imagined in two rivers — and those fancies felt lifetimes ago .
even still , this one house was as big as the wine spring inn alone ! the whole block had houses as big , and it wasn't a city like caemlyn , so far as he could tell . light , it was near as big as any inn ! rand closed his mouth , thinking again about how that - creature - wanted him to actually stay here , and eventually his eyes landed on the man in the room with him . rand stiffened , instinctively reaching for the void — but it was gone again before he could grasp it .
. . . and rand immediately felt foolish for it anyways . the man was about his own age by the looks of him , with pale hair and brown eyes . slight , too . a bad wind could knock him over . and it was just as well that he hadn't noticed him right away . rand was taller than most men twice his age in two rivers . it wasn't that which was so surprising , but even if rand was considered TALL , he'd wager this man hardly broke even of average height . he had to drop his own gaze LOW to meet his .
❝ ah . ❞ he breathed . ❝ sorry . i didn't mean to intrude . ❞ he gestured to the door he had closed behind him . ❝ i'm afraid this whole place has me turned around . but this is the place on the key , i think . ❞ or it was according to the man he'd asked , at least . he looked at the key to double check . 105 . definitely the place .
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