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Augury: Hate’s Creation


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Hello! If you’re reading this without having read Ten of the Void, the first Augury thread, then you need to know two things right now. First, this is a sequel to that. Second, you don’t need to have participated in TotV to participate in this chapter of the adventure! We’d still love to have you if you want to join. So if you’re new and don’t want to read the old thread, or plan to do it later but want to jump in with the RP, here’s what you need to know. (This is also where the Augury itself can be referenced.) 

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This RP began with a prophecy - the Augury - which you can read below: 

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Powers you shall lose yet retain 
Powers to get that you might be fain
Powers upon you, these powers reviled
Powers to prove you naught but a child 

One from the forges, to question them all!
One born of skies, to watch their fall!
One who sees spirits and chases them hence! 

One who knows the ways of thence! 

One will know and one will fly 
One will take lives and one will die
One will see their flags in tatters 

One will destroy all that shatters 

Powers will come and go unrecognized
Powers will corrupt yet be disguised
Powers to be yours until you 
betray
Powers to lock you and cause your last day 

One to kill
Kill to one 

Time will out
Until there are none. 

See friends collude and enemies elude
See storms break and monsters wake
See children scream and gods who dream
See the exoneration of a dying nation 

What you cannot afford:
Severity, oblivion, and discord! 

Sworn to race the resolution,
Do not underestimate your solution. 

Know that none seek you
You seek none that know
You must fight the rise to power
Power to rise, the fight musts you 

Never sever
Create hate 

Seed a need
Grow to know 

Ten of the void 
Nine of the light
Eight of the cloyed
Seven of the fight
Six to end you
Five to mend you
Four to rend you
Three to send you
Two of your number will rescue Fate
but
One among you will be too late

There will be ten threads/verses. While I have some plans for the plot, there’s plenty of room for you to improvise or give suggestions, too! Please put all non-RP text after this in quote boxes. 

Worldbuilding: 

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Misc.: 

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Not every single detail will be included here, so you may want to read the roleplay for additional info. You can also make up setting worldbuilding if no one else already has (though if it’s big, make sure others who RP with characters from that setting are aware and okay with it). 

This is set in a fantasy world known as Hopearaa (Fate in another language), which has three countries. Two of them - Tühine (Void in another language) and Cahaya (Light in another language) - have been warring with each other for over a century, while the third, Ta'e'ilo (Oblivion in another language), is currently facing an invasion by nomads.

Ta’e’ilo is a country located in the west of Hoperaa. It’s stretching along the coast, so the climate is wet and mild. It rains regularly, temperatures are between 10°C/ 50F in winter and 25°C/77°C in summer. The countryside is dominated by hills and smaller mountains, with lots of steep cliffs along the coast.

Politically the country is ruled by a monarch, and while their king is loved and respected, Ta’e’ilo ist mostly governed by a council consisting of the leaders of the clans. These chieftains are basically lords, although the prefer to be called ‘elder’. They are the backbone of Ta’e’ilo and rarely anything happens without them noticing. Ta’e’iloan society is completely structured. The king, then the elders, then the leaders of the different households, each belonging to a clan, the hierarchy runs down to the stableboy. While there are thousands of little conflicts between the different families, the moment an outsiders tries to step in they present a united front.

Many of these struggles are centered around honor and what Ta’e’iloans perceive as actions that impede, or harm their honor. Basically everybody has the right to challenge anybody of the same standing. Not standing to your word is considered a grave insult, as is letting your family or your country down.

Ever since the nomads started to try to invade Ta’e’ilo the military structure or Ta’e’ilo changed. Before every family was responsible to train their youngsters, and almost every child received at least some kind of training. The quality was different from family to family, and regularly talented children were sent to another branch of the family to receive the proper training there, when their own household wasn’t able to offer a fitting training. Over the time within a clan the different families tended to specialize themselves. There were those focusing on trading and languages and those focusing more on the military aspect.

The war on the northern border and the raid on the Ta’e’iloan settlements had a large impact on the society itself. The L’Nio family who was controlling the lands to the north has lost almost all of their influence, due to the fact, that they aren’t able to protect their kin from the invaders on their own. Additionally many fled the destroyed settlements, leaving nothing behind but old fields full of crops and ruins. This movement created a stripe of land, which is in fact ruled by the armies who set up camp there.

The Ta’e’iloan army is lead by the warchief, a brother to the king and one of his most trusted advisors. The regiments themselves are named after animals like bears or wolves. Horses are rare in Ta’e’ilo so they don’t really have a cavalry. The heart of the army is the heavy infantry, which is a frightening sight with their plate armor and their long, two-handed swords. Depending on their clan some of them prefer to wield and axe or a hammer, but all weapons are heavy or long enough that you need to hands to wield them properly. Most members of the heavy infantry are part of the large clans ruling the country, as their equipment is expensive. The light infantry is usually placed at the sides, they are using shorter weapons like swords or axes, often combined with a wooden shield. Contrasting the heavy infantry they wear maybe some leather armor, but usually none at all. They tend to belong to smaller families, or sidelines of the larger ones. Additionally there are archers, who are a wild mix of all social stands. Archers aren’t trained specifically for the war, originally they joined the army as hunters, but now are used more and more in battle as well.

The camp consists of different districts, fitting the different companies and regiments. Additionally there is a large baggage, consisting of merchants and artisans, but also whores and a clever man even restored one of the ruins into an inn. 

Cahayans have a British accent. 

Technology is at a medieval level, for the most part. 

Maps: 

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Reds are capitals, blacks are regular cities. Credit to John for the original map, sea, and island names, credit to Ene for the other names, and credit to Potency for the handmade map.

Computer-made:

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Handwritten: (Deicen is mistakenly noted as Deioen and Jyzny as Jynzy)

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Deities and Instincts: 

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Hopearaa has a pantheon of ten deities who are slowly losing their power and minds; they are Truth, Creativity, Intensity, Probability, Infinity, Entropy, Sensation, Reality, Facet, and Negation, who leads them. Everyone in Hopearaa is affected by a power they call their instinct; this is a naturally occurring effect of the deities' closeness to their world. An instinct can be from any of the ten and is a much-diluted version of their power. The list goes as follows:

Truth knows all things subconsciously; those with the instinct occasionally gain knowledge that may or may not be relevant to their situation. Examples: hearing a random fact whispered in your mind, suddenly realizing how to speak part of a new language.

Creativity understands all art forms and can perform them perfectly; those with the instinct can do the same for one or two art forms. Examples: Being an excellent painter without being taught, having a knack for speaking another language.

Intensity controls how much something is done, the AoE, and how hard it affects what it is affecting; those with the instinct can do this to a lesser extent. Examples: jumping off a building and making the impact feel like you jumped off a few steps or containing a small explosion to a few feet.

Probability controls the likelihood of something happening; those with the instinct can do this to a much lesser extent. Examples: upping the probability of finding money in the street, lowering the probability of a punch hitting you.

Infinity manipulates time; those with the instinct can do this to a much, much lesser extent. Examples: stalling your aging for a little while, reversing time for a short period.

Entropy has destructive power; those with the instinct can do this to a much, much lesser extent. Example: Exploding something with dark energy.

Sensation can manipulate all sensations, whether physical or emotional; those with the instinct can do this to a lesser extent. Examples: forcing oneself to stop being sad, helping another to not feel pain.

Reality can control space; those with the instinct can do this to a much lesser extent. Examples: teleporting yourself a short distance, warping a hole into a wall.

Facet can see, hear, etc. all perspectives and sides; those with the instinct can tap into a state where they do the same to a lesser extent, but it's tiring. Examples: Seeing both what's in front of you and what's around the corner at the same time, hearing something someone yells from a distance but also like you're right there next to them.

Negation is able to counter anything that happens, regardless of what it is or who is doing it - they can essentially press a reset button to make it so it never happened, or do something to make it so the previous action doesn't matter; there are supposedly no people with Negation's instinct.

 

Preferred character profile: 

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Name:

Age/gender:

Appearance:

Instinct:

Weapons and/or Special Equipment:

Family:

Nationality (somewhere from Earth or one of the three countries mentioned above):

Backstory:

Personality:

Whether you want to be a hero, villain, or neutral, which will affect which lines of the prophecy and which plot points involve you: 

Summary of the previous verse: (I’m happy to elaborate on anything you want) 

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Truth felt that the Augury was starting and called a meeting of the gods, which only some of them showed up to. Sagitta got kidnapped by the nomads, escaped to Tühine, and entered a deal with Price where he would test her instinct for food and transportation home. They headed off to a different city, finding Zura along the way, and talking to each other a lot. Entropy kidnapped Sensation, who was rescued by Negation and Truth; all three fought their way out and wandered off, when they discovered Sagitta, Price, and Zura, who had just fought a wild animal and then each other before bonding. The whole group interacts and plays the intimidation game and then Gati tried to and halfway succeeded in wiping the mortals' memories, leading Tion to pretend there were monsters closing in and everyone got teleported to the Tuhinine city of Fel because Gati texted Reality and asked him to. We leave an innocent child behind in the wild after essentially using him as a prop. Meanwhile Infinity and Izzy take a trip to Fel. Everyone except Price and disputably Sagitta gets locked up, but then Tion breaks out again with a bunch of insane NPCs in his wake. People have conversations and play the intimidation game, which causes Price and Sagitta to bond more. An earthquake-plot-device-surge-of-power thing hits all the gods and compels them to go to Tiska, a nomad city. Dark Tion who is totally different from Lawful Neutral Tion shows up, plays the intimidation game and leaves. Price and Sagitta bond over speaking to authority figures and obtaining horses. Infinity shows up because the power of guns and pastries. They all set off to Tiska. 

 

Character List: 

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Lunamor - 

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Name: Zurteai (goes by Zura)

Age/gender: 17, Female

Appearance: Short dark hair that has been cut shoddily (from close calls with sharp objects/weapons), slightly shorter than average, bright green eyes, tends to wear dark clothing that has lots of random tears and cuts (also from close calls), is rather pretty but would never admit it.

Instinct: Probability 

Weapons and/or Special Equipment: She carries various daggers at all times on her person and is fond of throwing them up in the air and catching them, sometimes with eyes closed.

Family: Mother, father, and younger sister, never speaks to them anymore.

Nationality (somewhere from Earth or one of the three countries mentioned above): Cahaya 

Backstory: Zura was born to a fairly wealthy and influential family. She hated how they always sheltered her and tried to protect her from all possible danger. She always wanted them to let her fight in the war but they would never let her, fearing for her safety. Even once she found out that she had the instinct of Probability, they refused to budge. She grew tired of this and ran away at the age of 15 to join the war effort. The Cahayan military wouldn’t have her due to her age, so she currently works alone, completing random yet strategic attacks on important enemy bases and encampments. She has built up quite a reputation for herself.

Personality: Extremely reckless, doesn’t think about the consequences of her actions. Hates planning and tends to do practically everything that comes to her mind, as she knows that her instinct will likely case things to tip in her favor. She comes off as a bit cold but is friendly to those she knows well. Sometimes she will secretly do kind acts for others but hides it to preserve her reputation. She relies heavily on her instinct.

Zura won’t admit it to herself, but she has the heart of a hero. She tells herself that she fights because she just likes the challenge/fun of it, but she really does it in an attempt to stop the killing. 

I think I am here. - 

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Name: Pryclin Evada (goes by Price)

Age/gender: 18, Male.

Appearance: Has a slight build. Unhealthily frail and thin, which he tries to cover up with his clothes. Average height, and commonly wears the uniform colours of the Tühine military. Black, well combed hair and crisp blue eyes, which he wears thin, wiry spectacles over. His clothes are usually dark trousers and a coat of aforementioned Tühine military colours.

Instinct: Entropy

Weapons and/or Special Equipment: Carries a small, very lightweight dagger in a sheath hidden by his side. It’s not dangerous in terms of sharpness, but it’s tip is coated in poison, so a simple cut can be dangerous. No other weapons, they would be too heavy. Carries some ledgers and coins around his pockets.

Family: Father and older sister died in the war against Cahaya when Price was young, and his mother lives by herself in a hut somewhere away from the main Tühine cities to deal with the grief.

Nationality: Tühine

Backstory: Grew up in a very patriotic family, flags all around the house and the like. When Price was 5 his father died fighting in the war against Cahaya and when he was 9 his older sister died in the same way. His mother raised him, urging him to not join the military, but Price wanted to be a hero for his nation, believing it was better than doing nothing. When he was 17 they had a falling out and he left. Price enrolled in the military but was denied on the grounds of not being “physically fit to standard”. He still desperately wanted to help his nation, and because of his intelligence, they allowed him to be part of the research  and development part of the war effort.

Personality: He wishes for nothing more than to be a soldier for his nation, but since he was denied and was delegated to research, he’s since felt an envy for soldiers that get to fight. He’s intelligent and soft spoken, as well as a tad nationalistic for Tühine. Not physically strong or capable, so he’s had to find other ways of getting things done.

Arc: Hero, meant to be an alternate viewpoint for the Cahaya-Tühine war. He always puts nation first, though, so depending on circumstances he could end up as an antagonist. 

Sorana - 

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Name: Sagitta T'Sora

Age: 20, female

Appearance: warrior, wears plate armor to a fight, well-built for a woman her age

Instinct: Intensity

Weapons: two-handed-sword, plate armor

Family: bother her father and her brothers fight for their country as well, it was an easy decision to follow them into the army. Her father is a longbow-man, one of her brother’s a cavalry man, the other one light infantry

Nationality: Ta’e’ilo

Backstory: Sagitta originally planed to work in her parents business. Her parents are merchants, although business suffered from the invasion. Her mother and her eldest sister try to keep everything together, but without the rest of the family they are short on hands and trade in general suffered. She followed the call to arms and raised her sword into the wind to fight for her country and for glory.

Personality: believes the stories about glory found in battle. Will do everything to save and protect her country

Arc: I’d be interested in a hero turns villain arc, but as a discovery writer it’s hard to decide that completely now. So maybe hero, with the option to change that, should she evolve in that direction 

Archer - 

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Name: Tion (pronounced TEA-ON) aka Sensei Tion aka the god Sensation.

Age/gender: Appears to be a thirty-year-old male.

Appearance: Manifests as a healthy, extremely fit adult. He has black eyes, scraggly brown hair, and a clean-shaven face with a strong jaw. Depending on his posture, he can be between 5 ft 10 and 6 feet tall. His skin is a consistent, deeply tanned brown colour which is lacking in blemishes, save for a few pale, white scars on the underside of his arms. He wears a red, collared shirt, black cargo pants, and an oversized grey trench coat.

Instinct: Can manipulate all sensations, whether physical or emotional.

Weapons and/or Special Equipment: His coat’s pockets are filled with dozens of small vials and bottles of various substances in liquid form, some with contents that can weaponized, some alcoholic in nature.  

Family: n/a

Nationality (somewhere from Earth or one of the three countries mentioned above): Hopearaa. Appears to be most similar to a person from Ta'e'ilo, but it is hard to tell, as he lacks any distinctive traits that would mark him out as being from any of the major countries. 

Backstory: When Tion was younger, he came to terms with his immortality. Foreseeing his potential to become a force of destruction in the world, he made a vow to himself never to kill. He clung to this ideal, mistaking lawfulness for goodness, as eventually, one by one, he crossed every other moral boundary he had. In his rare moments of introspection, he contemplates trying to convince Negation to undo whatever wrong turn he took that made him into such a corrupted being, but he does not know where to find her, because he exiled himself to the world of man several hundred years ago to spend his time manipulating the rulers of the land. His influence is one of the reasons for both of the wars currently taking place. His fall is manifesting in the corruption of his Last Ideal. Where he would have once hesitated to be indirectly responsible for deaths, he has redefined his code to allow him more freedom in that department. As he continues on his downward path, he will gradually become increasingly comfortable with being involved in killings. Every time his magical powers diminish, he subconsciously seeks to compensate by weakening his moral code. He has a plan to end his troubles, but his state of mind is making it hard to execute.

Personality: Changes based on who he is speaking to. He can be friendly and jovial, commanding and judgmental, even weak and pathetic, depending on what persona he thinks his target will respond best to. Everything he does is a façade, so it can seem ingenuine upon inspection. He is ambitious and knowledgeable, but also uncaring, self-centered, and deceitful.

Whether you want to be a hero, villain, or neutral, which will affect which lines of the prophecy and which plot points involve you: Villain 

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Name: Samantha Grey

Age/gender: Female

Appearance: Usually appears to be around 13 years old. Blonde hair, green eyes.

God: Infinity

Weapons and/or Special Equipment: About 10 small daggers are hidden all over her at any time.

Family: N/A 

Nationality: Hopearaa

Backstory: ?

Personality: she’s very peppy and happy all the time. 

Whether you want to be a hero, villain, or neutral, which will affect which lines of the prophecy and which plot points involve you: Neutral 

Ene - 

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Name: Negation; as he doesn’t know the name he might have gone by in the past, he occasionally goes by Gati.

Age/gender: Unknown, but appears twenty; male 

Appearance: Gati has bright yellow eyes and black hair that reaches to his shoulder blades, with tan skin and usually simple clothing.

Power: Gati is able to counter anything that happens, regardless of what it is or who is doing it - he can essentially press a reset button to make it so it never happened, or do something to make it so the previous action doesn't matter.

Weapons and/or Special Equipment: He carries a bow and arrows, and has a phone; never wants for anything, has ways to obtain everything he might need.

Family: N/A

Nationality: Hopearaa

Backstory: Gati doesn't remember his past, like the other gods and goddesses 

Personality: Gati is a quiet person, prone to worrying. He moves around a lot out of paranoia and agonizes over the Augury a lot :P

Whether you want to be a hero, villain, or neutral: Hero or neutral

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Name: Istina Rahasia (goes by Izzy)

Age/gender: 15, female

Appearance: Dark brown hair, which she wears in a ponytail, and light blue eyes

Instinct: Truth (significantly stronger than most, can use at will)

Weapons and/or Special Equipment: None

Family: Parents but no siblings

Nationality: Cahayan

Backstory: Was adopted as a baby when her parents found her on their doorstep, has worked with them in their horse-breeding business since she was young. Started hearing the Augury shortly before the RP began.

Personality: Tries to act like nothing intimidates her, but doesn't have a high opinion of herself.

Whether you want to be a hero, villain, or neutral: Heroine

The gods of Entropy, Reality, Truth, Facet, Probability, and Creativity have also been claimed, but their writers are currently inactive. (Leaving Intensity available, or of course a mortal of any instinct, or someone with no instinct. If you choose the last one, please tell me first so I can PM you and explain.) 

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That’s a lot of spoiler boxes, lol. We will now write a few posts that happen along the journey, mostly timeskipping through. If anyone new wants to join, you could do so now! 

Izzy sighed. 

Gati raised an eyebrow, capping eyes that hinted at amusement. “You’ve gotten bored already?” 

“Aren’t you? All we’re doing is walking.” 

“I guess being in the presence of multiple gods has worn off, then,” he said, smiling openly, and waved at their surroundings. Green trees permeated with the faint sounds of animals were the majority of the view. “Plus, scenery.” 

“The scenery is okay,” she mumbled. “But I don’t like walking.” 

“Technically, the horses are walking.” They’d gotten them at a horse trader back in Fel; Izzy didn’t know what Gati had said or done to get them, but he’d come back out with two horses, one for each of them. 

Izzy sighed again, matched by Gati grinning, and on they went. 

*** @Ookla the Maybe-Existent 

At some points during his journey, Price slept, and as humans do, he dreamed.

The very instant one of these began, something took it in its hands and changed it. It swept away whatever would have been in the dream before - a nightmare, a memory, a replaying of the day’s events, jumbled nonsense - and replaced it with a room: wherever Price knew best. Whichever room was closest and most important to him. It was a flawless reproduction, down to the most precise detail imaginable, every atom no different from the room itself; except of course, one was real, and the other in a dream. Yet as exact as the replica was, as much as Price would recognize it...it would feel unfamiliar. 

Sitting in a chair in this room was a figure. It was impossible to tell the figure’s age, sex, or the color of any of their features. They were not obscured, but as soon as the information was acquired by your eyes and interpreted by your brain, your mind’s record of it vanished. There was a fuzz at their edges, where the air grayed slightly; looking at it for very long gave you a headache. What could be told about them, after some time of watching, was that their eyes were open, and they did not once blink. 

All of this was in place within the first heartbeat of Price’s dream. By the time he himself had entered it, the figure was smiling, hands spread just slightly, welcoming. “Hello, Pryclin Evada. May I have a moment of your time?” 

*** @Sorana 

At some points during her journey, Sagitta slept, and as humans do, she dreamed. 

The very instant one of these ended, something took it in its hands and changed it. It swept away whatever had been in the dream before - a nightmare, a memory, a replaying of the day’s events, jumbled nonsense - and replaced it with a room: wherever Sagitta knew best. Whichever room was closest and most important to her. It was a flawless reproduction, down to the most precise detail imaginable, every atom no different from the room itself; except of course, one was real, and the other in a dream. Yet as exact as the replica was, as much as Sagitta would recognize it...it would feel unfamiliar. 

Sitting in a chair in this room was a figure. It was impossible to tell the figure’s age, sex, or the color of any of their features. They were not obscured, but as soon as the information was acquired by your eyes and interpreted by your brain, your mind’s record of it vanished. There was a fuzz at their edges, where the air grayed slightly; looking at it for very long gave you a headache. What could be told about them, after some time of watching, was that their eyes were closed, and they did not once open. 

All of this was in place within the last heartbeat of Sagitta’s dream. By the time she herself had entered it, the figure was smiling, arms crossed, one leg causally set over the other. “Hello, Sagitta T’Sora. May I have a moment of your time?” 

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Accidentally posted three of this topic but I fixed it
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On 27.1.2020 at 10:51 AM, AonEne said:

All of this was in place within the last heartbeat of Sagitta’s dream. By the time she herself had entered it, the figure was smiling, arms crossed, one leg causally set over the other. “Hello, Sagitta T’Sora. May I have a moment of your time?” 

Sagitta dreamt.

They were training and she had watched Price handle his sword, muscles straining when he tried so imitate what she showed him. She made sure to add some general exercises as well, to build up his stamina and strength, but they still had a long way to go. She knew that he wanted to, but years of soft and easy work had left their traces. She felt sorry for him, incredibly sorry, but either they did this right, or not at all. It was strange, she felt nearly awful for pushing him along, and she saw it in his face, in the way he slowly stopped talking to her. After training her was grumpy, simply turned around and left her standing there. She wished she could tell him to wait, that they could stop, that he would make it, that it was worth the price. But then she remembered the blood staining her hands red and she silently picked up her own weapon. It wasn't worth the price. They should look for another way, no do it like this. There was always a better way than war. She watched him walk away, leave her behind, tried to reign her own anger at his anger in. He had wanted to train. It wasn't her fault, that it was hard, that he would have to sweat. She couldn't go easy on him, or he would die. But to speak up and to explain this to him. She couldn't. He would think that she thought him weak, that she didn't believe that he could make it. And so she stayed quiet, wished she had never agreed to help him. She had wanted to help, nut hurt him.

When she walked back inside she was greeted by the familiar sounds of soldiers brawling, shouting and laughing, but she simply walked past them all and finally stepped into her room at home. She didn't question why she was home, was simply glad that she finally had arrived at a place where she was save, where she was far away from the killing and the fighting. Someone was waiting for her and she found herself smiling at their face, glad to see that she wasn't alone, that she hadn't pushed away and lost everybody who she cared for.

"Of course." she said smiling and sat down in a stool next to theirs.

@AonEne

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On 1/28/2020 at 10:26 AM, Dr. Dapper said:

So what's the deal with people with no Instinct? Where do they come from? 

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Could you quote for me the place where it says some people have no instinct? I don’t remember where I said that, sorry. 

 

On 1/28/2020 at 5:22 AM, Sorana said:

"Of course." she said smiling and sat down in a stool next to theirs. 

They smiled back at her, the corners of their shut eyes crinkling. “I thank you. Do you understand where you are?” 

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8 minutes ago, Blessing of Potency said:

Ene, your post kind of implies that Gati and Izzy are the ones there. I’m correct assuming the rest of the gods are there right. 

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I was trying to leave it open in case you, Tion, or the other three mortals didn’t want to be there, but if you want to then you are. Tion said he’d catch up later. 

And the rest of the gods are off doing whatever the heck they’re doing. Most of them are hardcore inactive. 

 

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6 minutes ago, Blessing of Potency said:

Sam appears next to them also on a horse, “Gati are you stealing my human? I’m starting to like her.”

“She was mine first,” Gati said lightly. Izzy couldn’t tell whether or not he was joking. 

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On 27/01/2020 at 5:51 PM, AonEne said:

All of this was in place within the first heartbeat of Price’s dream. By the time he himself had entered it, the figure was smiling, hands spread just slightly, welcoming. “Hello, Pryclin Evada. May I have a moment of your time?”

Price didn’t have too many dreams, but when he did it was of his research. Symbols, writing, forms and ledgers. Instincts, weaponry, the applications. Scenarios made their way in his mind, concepts for things he would only half-remember when he woke up. Mixings of ideas, a jumbled up mess that made sense to his dreaming mind, made from the carcass of a thousand failed ideas and a few successful ones. Papers, scribes, numbers, money, ideas and violence. An abstract melting pot of testing.

Price was writing it all down. He found himself on his desk, within his favourite testing room. The walls were close and the chamber in front of him was almost empty. His mind didn’t ask why or how he was here, but here he was. He had found so many discoveries in this very room. His office and testing space. Where he had all the power. But something was off.

Someone else was here. Price didn’t know who or what they were but they sat across from him and asked for a moment of his time. He tapped his pencil —now for some reason in his hand — onto his ledger and peered at the person but no details could be made out.

“Sure,” he said. “But quick. I’m...” Busy, he was going to say. But busy doing what? “I’m free for a moment, yes.”

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3 hours ago, AonEne said:

 

They smiled back at her, the corners of their shut eyes crinkling. “I thank you. Do you understand where you are?” 

Sagitta frowned at the question. "Yes, of course." She replied. It was obvious where she was, she couldh ear her mother singing in the kitchen while she was baking bread. The savory smell of tonights dinner was creeping into her room and made her mouth water. She had to make sure, she had cleaned up in time. You weren't late for dinner.

She left her eyes on them, her hand reaching out for her sword and touching nothing but plain air. She was home. She hadn't fought when she was still home. The dream shifted slightly, adapted without her really noticing. Her father's weapon was lying close by on her table. She had asked him to take a closer look, had wanted to learn to judge the quality of the steel and of a shard edge.

"Why are you here?" She asked, sitting down on her bed. She never minded having people over, but still. Something about the uninvited guest irked her.

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3 hours ago, Ookla the Maybe-Existent said:

“Sure,” he said. “But quick. I’m...” Busy, he was going to say. But busy doing what? “I’m free for a moment, yes.” 

The figure dipped their head slightly, eyes on him all the while. “Thank you for that. Do you know when you are?” 

43 minutes ago, Sorana said:

“Why are you here?" She asked, sitting down on her bed. She never minded having people over, but still. Something about the uninvited guest irked her. 

They did not continue smiling. It wasn’t that their smile faded away, or turned to a frown, or disappeared abruptly - one moment they were smiling, and the next they were simply not, as though they hadn’t been one moment before. Anyone would be able to remember that they had, but the muscle memory of the expression was no longer there for the figure. The solemn face they now wore was the only one that felt as if it had ever happened to them, and the history of the world did not contain them smiling - or wearing any other expression besides the one they now did. 

They uncrossed their legs. “I am here because there is a series of events taking place on my Hopearaa. I wish these events to procure a certain result. Much of what will come is irrelevant to me, but this result is imperative. Can you guess what it might be?” 

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4 minutes ago, Blessing of Potency said:

"Well you abandoned her in the woods! Finders keepers." Sam says, folding her arms and giving him a pouty face.

"What, you'd rather I'd dragged her into a dangerous situation?" 

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Just now, AonEne said:

"What, you'd rather I'd dragged her into a dangerous situation?" 

"Well no, but I got her donuts. Then left her in an alley with the intention of coming back for her, I have a feeling you didn't intend to go back for her considering how far you had Reality teleport you."

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4 minutes ago, Blessing of Potency said:

"Well no, but I got her donuts. Then left her in an alley with the intention of coming back for her, I have a feeling you didn't intend to go back for her considering how far you had Reality teleport you."

"I intended to go back," Gati said indignantly. "I just...well, I haven't spent very much time in that forest. I wasn't sure of the direction." He straightened on his horse. "But I wouldn't have abandoned - her. You know." 

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22 hours ago, AonEne said:

They uncrossed their legs. “I am here because there is a series of events taking place on my Hopearaa. I wish these events to procure a certain result. Much of what will come is irrelevant to me, but this result is imperative. Can you guess what it might be?” 

Sagitta took in his words, noting the way he called the continent his Hopearaa. "I'm nothing but a merchant's daughter." She replied, eyeing the sword again. Maybe one day, maybe she would pick up a weapon and fight again, but for now - someone had to help her mother had to make sure business was going well. And there was no need for her to fight anyway. Their borders were safe and despite the ongoing war between Tühine and Cahaya Ta'e'ilo was a rough, but a save place.

"Who are you?" She wondered loudly and a frown crossed her face quickly followed by worry. "Why did my father allow you in my bedroom?"

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1 hour ago, Sorana said:

“I'm nothing but a merchant's daughter." 

"Who are you?" She wondered loudly and a frown crossed her face quickly followed by worry. "Why did my father allow you in my bedroom?" 

“If you would like a name for me, you could call me Last.” The figure dipped its head fluidly. “And your father is not here, as far as my awareness stretches. Of course, it does not stretch to the future, so he may yet show up if you will it.”

The smile returned to its face in the same manner it had left it. “Even if you were only a merchant’s daughter, I would still envy you that. As a human, you have always been something. From conception, you have been something. Never have you existed and been nothing at the same time.” It placed the slightest of emphasis on the word you. “Before I was me, I was nothing. Then I went from being nothing to being Something, and to describe it in your terms...it was disconcerting.” 

Its smile grew wider. “But regardless of that, you are not merely a merchant’s daughter, Sagitta T’Sora. Nor are you merely a soldier. You are many things; that is a human quality, to be many things, whether the human in question is mortal or immortal. It is not a quality I myself have.” 

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I’m not sure how well I explained the one bit, so for clarification - humans are biological, made up of cells, yes? Well, Last was built from nothingness, not cells. 

 

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On 30/01/2020 at 3:15 PM, AonEne said:

The figure dipped their head slightly, eyes on him all the while. “Thank you for that. Do you know when you are?” 

“When am I?” Price asks. “You mean, when am I free?”

He looks around to see if he can find a time piece but can find nothing. He’ll need to remember to ask a scribe to get one, it’s too easy to have days drift by, but everything seems so far away. As if it’s only Price and... it, the only ones in this room, this whole Facility. Of course, that’s impossible. ‘Why, I’m free now.”

He looks to it. “Unless you mean, what time am I in? What year, perhaps? An odd question, to be sure. What can I call you?”

He gets his pencil and ledger ready.

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1 hour ago, Ookla the Maybe-Existent said:

He looks to it. “Unless you mean, what time am I in? What year, perhaps? An odd question, to be sure. What can I call you?” 

“Yes, I meant what time are you. I apologize for being unclear,” the figure said, placing its hands on its legs and watching him, eyes still open. “And you may call me First, if you would prefer a name for me.” 

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Just now, AonEne said:

"I intended to go back," Gati said indignantly. "I just...well, I haven't spent very much time in that forest. I wasn't sure of the direction." He straightened on his horse. "But I wouldn't have abandoned - her. You know." 

"Yeah well. You did abandon her. And I feel like that gives me more claim on her not less."

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29 minutes ago, Blessing of Potency said:

"Yeah well. You did abandon her. And I feel like that gives me more claim on her not less." 

"It's not abandonment if you plan on coming back," Gati argued. "And if we're using that frame of measurement then really, neither of us has as much of a claim as Truth." 

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