VINCIT OMNIA VERITAS.

TRUTH conquers ALL.

[vvaeritas]

   [...] but was it the god he was invoking, or was he praying to the corpse that lay before him? Does it matter? They never listened, either one.

 #VVAERITAS: independent, dash only & selective MULTIMUSE blog featuring multiple disaster muses across the g. impact and h. star rail verse. multied all over the muses by sam! she/her/they. 25+. EU, GMT+2 timezone. HEAVILY & HOMOSEXUALLY affiliated with @mendakium

   A STUDY IN: the exploration of oneself's version of the TRUTH; the BLASPHEMY of it. once it crosses path with a GOD, can it be considered HERESY to still pursue some sort of CLARITY? do you come out as a VICTOR or as a walking CORPSE?

                          OMNIA VINCIT VERITAS.

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[vvaeritas]

I am mad about Prune's colors being somehow muted. My daughter deserved to be an absolute walking eye strain.

[vvaeritas]

I aim to make Aventurine as confusing as humanly possible. Mr. Ambivalent. Not even the narration sometimes can square up with what he's feeling. The narration is pissed off at him but he smiles charmingly at it and it pipes down for a while, rightfully charmed.

[devoursleuth]

Acheron  steps  forward,  slow  as  a  falling  blade,  and  the  air  hums  faintly,  like  a  memory  trying  to  surface  and  failing.  She  happens  to  walk  in @vvaeritas Aventurine's  path  and  she  stops,  studying  him;  not  like  a  stranger,  not  like  an  enemy  she  fell,  but  like  the  answer  to  her  question.  What  her  blade  fractured  in  his  gamble  is  now  …  reforged.  His  cornerstone. 

“  I  see,  ”  she  says  softly,  voice  carrying  that  quiet,  inevitable  weight,  “your  heart  is  whole  again.  Your  journey  in  this  world  continues,  shining  like  the  jewel  in  your  pocket. ” 

[vvaeritas]

   And isn't the smile he shoots at her absolutely dazzling? Like the corporate dog has found his loyal best friend again, positively thrlled to be reunited after so much time spent away from eachother. It lacks the sarcastic edge that characterizes him, however. It's less of a sharpened dagger, and has a more... sincere quirk to it. It seems fond, which is a peculiar expression on his face.

   '' Seeing right through me as always, hmm? '' It's a gentle mockery, his. He didn't even needed to speak to her for Acheron to find out his current, less heavy predicament. '' I suppose I should thank you, in a way- an unpleasant experience, sometimes, is necessary to grow. So, from the bottom of my sparkling new heart... Thank you, my dear Acheron. Carrier of mental clarity, you. ''

[vvaeritas]

I'm actually very inclined to think that my Sampo has a pretty amicable relationship going on with Aha. He amuses THEM, and in return THEY let him do anything he'd like to do without intervening, or making things worse for him. That's as much of an amicable relationship you can have with somebody who thinks a baby falling over is funny enough to laugh THEMselves into godhood.

From Sampo's POV, it's pretty clear that he slipped into the Elation as his phylosophy of life in a very natural manner, and formed his own opinion about what it should be, what should it entail for humankind. When your views are mostly aligned with your Aeon, you tend to get along with THEM and understand that they embody the very concept of their title, be it with the good or bad that comes with them. Sampo understands that Aha would do anything to spread Elation and amuse THEMselves- it's literally what their title as an Aeon is! And Aeons embody their own principles down to a T. While he may not completely approve of some of Aha's actions... well, THEY certaintly don't ask for Sampo's approval, nor he's stupid enough to voice his own opinion when it isn't requested, asked, or even wanted. He's just a follower, and that's a deity. A simple mortal, no matter if superhuman or not, cannot even aspire to comprehend the depths of a mind that has ascended to something far beyond human comprehension. So he doesn't concern himself with any of it, and lives his life well.

In fact, I like the idea of Aha wanting to make Sampo an Emanator of Elation- and for Sampo that's a lot of responsabilities! He's fine where he is, doing his silly little gigs and scams and staying mainly in one place that he likes.

Sampo and Aha have a game going on about it.

The Elated Lord hasn't forcefully made him into one yet because THEY are amused by how Sampo firmly says ap-ap-ap! No, boss! No can do today! from the sheer, irriverent way Sampo declines a role he should be flattered for- he amuses THEM when they come up with a creative refusal. In fact, as long as Sampo can come up with a crafty and funny reason as to why he can't be an Emanator, Aha will entertain it and keep coming back periodically to have a laughter about his new reason. 

Sampo never disapponts THEM, even when he's taken by surprise. This game of theirs has been going on for many years, and will continue going on as long as he amuses THEM.

[vvaeritas]

I am not immune to twt ideas. Protector of the Moon!Rerir, and how his eyesight has also been slighty damaged by the Abyss. From a long distance it's perfect, but when he has to look at things up close it gets blurry. It puzzles him, but he's not overly concerned with it: he remembers enemies weak spots from afar, and the blurriness doesn't affect his ability to strike precisely that much. It's just an inconvenience- but then again, his entire experience with the abyssal influence has been an inconvenience.

It's not until he mentions this problem to Lauma, because it affects his ability to keep up the Scions paperwork, that he's given a pair of white, thin square glasses to wear that correct this defect just fine. His hum is satisfied, and now his little problem is fixed.

[vvaeritas]

@mendakium // did somebody ordered a side of tooth rotting sampard? IT WAS US

    They are, in fact, holding hands over a salt shaker.

    Well- not quite! That'd be mighty uncomfortable for their wrists, would put strain on their forearms. To be more precise, they're holding hands next to a salt shaker, and Sampo is currently busy running the pad of his thumb over the top of Gepard's fingers, back and forth. There's a little scar here- how come he's never noticed this one before?- just a little crease, something very distracting. There's always something new about the Captain of the Silvermane guards, always something surprising.

   Which includes booking an expensive restaurant, and leading Belobog's Undesiderable One by the arm right to a table to order some food. So very couple-like, so very... normal.

   Even through his surprised haze, he could see some tables turning to look at them. Some faces were slighty surprised, then seemed reassured- Sampo was a ''reformed'' conman now, for the vast majority of the Belobogians, oh-so-kindly bringing the same guards that chased him once an healthy, warm breakfast, slowly winning their favor and acting as a courier without the shady bits. When there's no longer somewhere illegal to smuggle medicines and supplies to, is there really a need for the shady bits to still be happening? Regardless, faces relax once they spot Gepard next to him- of course their beloved Captain will keep the unruly walking displeasure that Koski is in check. Their evening is safe and sound, their food won't choke in their throats at something scandalous that might be pulled.

   Sampo broke one of his nice suits, dark with magenta undertones over the collar and sleeves, and slicked some of his hair back to look more presentable; the emerald of his eyes is softer, much more fonder than he could express with words as he looks at the blond across the table, willing his leather shoe to be still- it's much too earlier to slip up Gepard's leg for a tease. They haven't even ordered yet!

   This is, overall, one of the most normal evenings they could have.

   '' This... '' He speaks, reluctance in his voice at first. His mouth opens and closes like a fish out of the sea- because this is essentially what Sampo is being, at the moment. Out in public with his special somebody, like it was a common thing for him to do. '' Nice. '' He rolls the word on his tongue, eyebrows raising in disbelief that he said it. Sampo Koski: Normal. Is it really him? There's an incredulous, quiet laugh stifled in the back of his throat as his thumb grazes over battle-worn knuckles. '' I kinda never thought we'd be able to just have this. 'ts real nice. ''

[vvaeritas]

Al Haitham and his fat, rotund, somewhat domesticated Dusk Bird named Nana, have a short history together that I'm making up as I go. I find a very cute possibility that Al Haitham's grandmother used to feed Nana's mother with the best seeds, and the knowledge that this family had delicious peckage material has been passed down from Dusk Bird mother to Dusk Bird daughter. Except that Nana's mother had a lovely if not a bit skittish personality, wherehas Nana is THE DEVIL INCARNATE IN A FAT BIRD.

There's also nothing spectacular for how they came to meet: Al Haitham, one day, fixed the wooden, sturdy plank his grandmother installed over the kitchen window to let the birds rest and recuperate, and Nana started appearing to consume the seeds left in colorful little bowls. She was never particulary afraid of humans, and the green one has a pleasant silence about him that allows him to be approached. His broad shoulder and cape are most comfortable for her.

Coincidentally, she's wary of the sun-haired one (Kaveh) as he's the source of much fretting energy and makes strange, loud noises at night. He didn't used to be there when she approached the green one. The green one used to be alone. Dusk Birds do not understand change.

[vvaeritas]

Folks, never take your teeth for granted. I'm currently unable to do much in terms of focusing due to undescribable pain, it'll be solved on the 3rd but I have been going Thru It. Thank yall for being patient :(

[jewfish]

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[vvaeritas]

   '' The fact that Nana is easily bribeable works to my advantage. Should the day come, I know that I simply need to throw bird seeds of fine quality at an opponent to set her on the offense. ''

[vvaeritas]

I need to write something better and longer for it to really detail this, but ''Nilo'' under the mask of Sampo is... really not the most pleasant person to be in contact with.

Under his funny man persona, his affable salesman performance? He's outright gruff. Would rather grimace than smile, quick to eyeroll and use sarcasm if he hears something he considers stupid. Looks tense, perpetually on guard as if he lowers it something may strike him on the back. Tense, closed off, unpleasant to deal with.

There's this art sketched of him looking serious, with little splatters of blood across his face, that I have to find again, and another art of him sideways, arms crossed and face cold as he talks with somebody. But that's what's under Sampo. The deeper voice without any whining inflections that slips out sometimes.

''Nilo'' is certaintly not your friend, no matter how much you pay for him to be.

[lovestereo]

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[vvaeritas]

I really dig, submit to and enjoy the idea that Aventurine really doesn't fucking like the Trailblazer at all.

If you aren't familiar with his ways and the fact that he's uncanningly good at acting, he may be mistaken as being overly-friendly and generous with the TB, but I think that he genuinely finds them insufferable due to their Beloved Hero status. Everyone finds them various grades of endearing, but if he sees a mention of the TB when he's alone and in the privacy of his own rooms, he will barely resist the urge to roll his eyes.

It's not even about thinly veiled jealousy, or the fact that they're an unpredictable variable. Aventurines likes variables- variables give the thrill of the gamble, that he excels in bringing to his side. I genuinely think that he finds the TB unpleasant to be near, and masks it well with the fact that he can simply send them money under a friendly guise, and it'll keep them happy for a while.

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@mendakium // throws my daughter at the dragon man

   It has always been the Collective of Plenty's duty to patrol the mountain, to the tallest parts of it. And, after some tourists risked their necks to see the very active volcano with their own eyes, this task has been assigned to the fastest runner in the tribe. The one that can sprint and pass safely through the falling rocks spouted out, still terribly warm from the lava.

   Not that Varesa dislikes it, not at all. It's her duty to help as a warrior of the Collective, and she also gets the curiosity from people who have never seen Natlan in person. The last tourist she hurriedly carried off the mountain was a Fontainian man who thanked her profusely, scared out of his mind and dizzy from the speed and clinging to her all the while. She couldn't fault him from the fear. He had never seen an active mountain, he explained, still vaguely shaking as the dependable girl had offered him some of her prepared meal, and it had been really impressive! Of course it had been! But he was ready to never set foot on the danger zone again.

   And, today, it seems that Varesa had found another tourist. They should be more careful, she thinks, apprehensive as she approaches the turned back of the tall figure standing near the volcano-

   -and stops when she sees the familiar attire. She recognizes the face paint, the garnments, the colors woven into fiery red hair. The ornament pulled around their forehead. This is a Natlanese, not a scared tourist to grab and run. Everything about the person speaks that they seem to belong to this place, but... who would feel at home near something that spouts lava?

   Varesa doesn't stop because she's scared- well, maybe just a little bit- but due to confusion. Every person belonging to Natlan, no matter the tribe, no matter the age, should know that this area is unpredictable, and approach it with caution and respect.

   '' S-sir? '' She calls out to them, unsure, keeping a respectful distance. '' Are you alright? The... um. The mountain is dangerous, the volcano is very active, and... well, it's pretty risky to stay here. Would... would you like me to escort you to the nearest safety camp? Um... my-my tribe always organizes tables of food to eat and there are tents to rest in... ''

[vvaeritas]

Protector of the Moon Rerir, and how he immediately takes over doing the little paperwork the Scions have, mostly to organize supplies, food, anything in their storage. It's the first demand of his new life, and he should be alarmed by the small comfort it brings him: to sit down at a desk and do a repetitive action, something he knows, and letting his train of thoughts stay grounded to the repetitive action.

He's grounded. The paperwork is filled. Everyone is happy about this.

[vvaeritas]

Sorry for the radio silence in here, folks. I'm having an absolutely horrid time with being heavily depressed & unmotivated, but I'll kick back eventually. I'm a bit more active on Kae.ya and on discord for the time being.