first verse Augury: Ten of the Void

[AonEne he/him]

1 hour ago, Lord Furret said:

Truth looked over to Negation. "Head's up, Tion's about to be-" A yell pierced the air. "EN-TRO-PY!!" "Shot. Bit late, I apologize." He finished.

Gati winced. “By Entropy, I suppose.” He sighed and began walking in the direction of the scream to see what the two were doing. 

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What’s an Ember? 

 

[BringerofShadows she/her]

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There is a separate RP with a character named Ember. It autocorrected to that. 

 

[AonEne he/him]

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Ah. What embers is she putting out, then?

 

[Archer he/him]

The winds were fierce. Tion and a dozen others bobbed in the ocean, buffeted by meter-high waves. Dark clouds loomed overhead, the remnants of the dissipating storm that had sunk their ship. Slivers of broken boards and smashed crates floated about in the water around them, all too small to be of help. The sea was black, but Tion did not need to see into to know what lay beneath its choppy surface.

A flash of light illuminated the scene, giving Tion a glimpse of his fellow sailors as he treaded water frantically, trying to keep his head above water. One of them caught his eye and shouted at him, but the drone of rolling thunder drowned him out.

Suddenly, the man’s eyes widened. Tion watched as he screamed inaudibly, then, with a jerk, was pulled violently out of sight. In a heartbeat, the only sign of him was a swarm of bubbles.

The God of Sensation looked away, only to be afforded a view of another sailor meeting the same fate. Tion found himself yelling something, but the wind snatched away the words as they left his mouth.

A torrent of water crashed over his head, momentarily sending him under. When he clawed his way to the surface, he was suddenly surrounded. The water around him was filled with people, thousands of them, staring at him. He recognized some of them as individuals he knew, or had met. Some he even counted as friends.

None of them were moving.

“Swim!” he screamed at them, mysteriously now able to talk. “Move your arms! Anything!”

Heedless of his words, the bodies just stared at him. Then, all at once, they began to slowly sink. When their faces dipped below the water, a burst of air came out of their mouths and noses, filling the sea with bubbles.

Tion screamed at the sky. The clouds screamed back: a bolt of lightning flew forth and struck him in the chest, surging through his body, blinding him.

When he regained consciousness, the water was calm and turquoise blue. The storm was gone, replaced by a blazing sun overhead. As he looked around, mechanically pushing his arms back and forth to stay afloat, he saw no one and nothing. Just an endless sea.

Tion’s eyes snapped open, shattering the dream. He tried to move his hands to rub his eyes, but he found them to be tightly bound. A quick look around confirmed that he was tied to a horse.

“No weapon, courier?” Tion began to say, but it turned into an extended groan of pain as he was reintroduced to the pain in his shoulder. He quickly muted it with his Power.

“Facet’s Face!” he grumbled. “This was a lot less painful last time.”

Had he allowed himself to feel it, he would have abruptly found himself becoming extremely tired once more, the simple act of speaking having exhausted his remaining energy. But instead, he was confused when his body gave in, and he swiftly lost consciousness once more.

His last words as he was thrust back into his dream were a pained, “No! I don’t want to swim.”

[BringerofShadows she/her]

Entropy looked back in confusion. She then gave Draco a good whack and they set off. Her black stallion was well camouflaged, and excellent at avoiding trees. 

[AonEne he/him]

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Izzy:

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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

 

 

[BringerofShadows she/her]

@everyone

[I think I am here. he/him]

On 22/07/2019 at 1:13 AM, Sorana said:

“When will I leave?"

Price rubbed his eyes and checked his papers.

“Now, actually,” he said, looking to her. He noted how she tried to avoid looking at him. “You can go to the medic first. Fortunately you didn’t come with any luggage, so we can just use a standard military carriage.”

He walled over to the door. “I can show you the way to a doctor, if you’d like?”

[+Sorana she/her]

3 hours ago, I think I am here. said:

Price rubbed his eyes and checked his papers.

“Now, actually,” he said, looking to her. He noted how she tried to avoid looking at him. “You can go to the medic first. Fortunately you didn’t come with any luggage, so we can just use a standard military carriage.”

He walled over to the door. “I can show you the way to a doctor, if you’d like?”

Sagitta inclined her head in thanks and followed him to the door.

"Yes, please."

Unconciously she softened the impact of her steps on the wound, walked with barely a limp at all. She'd always done it, but same as now, she never realized what she was doing, used her Instinct just the way the name suggested. Instinctively.

"Who will come with me? Some soldier of yours?"

She wished that he would led her travel alone, or at least with some decent personal of his. Until now she wasn't sure what to think of it, of the tests, of the questions, their behaviour. You heard dark stories about Tühine, but so far - they made a decent first impression.

[Archer he/him]

That forest I've forgotten the name of. Very early morning. 

“You view it as a loss. You must. It's understandable, though still pathetic.” Tion had been conscious for a few minutes, bouncing on the back of Entropy’s horse. The ride was boring him, so he began to monologue at Victoria, not caring if she responded or not.

“You know, I haven’t seen you use your Power yet today. I had thought it strange that you had stooped to wielding a human weapon-” he stopped mid-sentence to cringe and roll his shoulder a bit, the pain returning now that he thought about it. “But I see now that it’s all you’ve got left.”

He laced his voice with mocking sympathy. “It must be so hard for a girl who built her influence on the foundation of superiority to live in a body that’s become unreliable.” His own Power was acting up again at the moment, so he was relying on his ability to read her body language to see if his words were having their intended effect, but he was fairly confident that he was getting through to her.

The God of Sensation smiled slyly. Victoria had yet to take his bait and show him her energy blasts, but it was only a matter of time. He launched into a more sophisticated insult assault.

“There are three things we should not be able to do. The first impossibility,” Tion said, holding up his index finger, “has already been achieved. I’m sure you’ve heard the rumours about Reality’s… unorthodox domestic situation.”

He flicked out a second finger, his voice shifting into an even more lecturing tone. “The second’s degradation is altogether murkier, but nonetheless noticeable. My being here is proof of it; Negation should have prevented this.”

He paused to lick his lips. His mouth had become extremely dry, and all this talking was only serving to worsen things.

“Furthermore,” he continued, “you’re all circumnavigating the constraints of your powersets. Truth is lying, Creativity is a conformist, and from what I’ve seen, you build as much as you destroy these days. Your hesitance to be reckless, it taints you. Once guaranteed traits are mere… possibilities. You’ve all become non-constants, and its only getting worse.”

Tion slumped for a moment to catch his breath before carrying on, more bluntly now so his point would not be lost on his captor.

“You’ve learned to choose. Coupled with love and the inevitability of the third impossibility, it’s making the gods more human. Merely human. And all the while, they’re becoming stronger with their instincts. It’s not just the girl. More and more of them will rise, claiming our powers for themselves, eclipsing our stations.”

He was nearly completely dehydrated now, so his last sentences came out as a rasp. “That’s what the Augury is, Entropy. The great swap. The humans seize control of their destinies, and we finally get our wish.”

He panted, his energies spent. Tion had been tied to a horse more times than anyone else he knew, but rather than grow accustomed to it, his aching body seemed determined to intensify its protests each new time it happened. That didn't stop him from smiling though. 

[BringerofShadows she/her]

Victoria slowed Draco’s pace, preparing to stop. Once halted, she grabbed canteens from one of the packs, taking a long drink. She then gave some to her horse, and lastly splashed some in Tion’s face. The General was good at containing her anger, unlike her powers as the ground cracked underneath her feet. At first she had tried to stop it completely, but that came to no avail. So she let it seep out of her, along with her anger towards Tion. After stretching, Victoria hopped back onto Draco and continued to ride. They were getting close, she could almost see the smoke plumes from her Camp’s cooking fires. 

[I think I am here. he/him]

On 25/07/2019 at 11:04 PM, Sorana said:

"Who will come with me? Some soldier of yours?"

She wished that he would led her travel alone, or at least with some decent personal of his. Until now she wasn't sure what to think of it, of the tests, of the questions, their behaviour. You heard dark stories about Tühine, but so far - they made a decent first impression.

Price laughed. It was short and more akin to a “Ha!” than a continued “Hahahaha!”. He looked back to Sagitta and noticed her walking without a limp, and quickly noted something down.

“There are no ‘soldiers of mine’. The only men I have authority over are the scribes. Once we reach the surface and move out of these tunnels, even a simple soldier would outrank me.”

He moved through an open door into a small room. On a chair inside was an old woman.

“Tÿlevlæn,” Price said, a name that would be hard for anyone not Tühinine to say, addressing the woman respectfully. He gestured to Sagitta. “We need her healed for testing.”

Tÿlevlæn nodded and gestured for Sagitta to come forward, and got our tools to stitch the wound.

[+Sorana she/her]

11 hours ago, I think I am here. said:

Tÿlevlæn nodded and gestured for Sagitta to come forward, and got our tools to stitch the wound.

Sagitta walked over and sat down. She looked back at Price, who'd made no move to leave the room. He'd already seen her leg, but still it felt wrong. Incredibly wrong. Hesitating she reached for the pants and pushed them up again, avoided to look at Price. The wound was just above her knee. Slowly she removed the dirty rag around the wound and showed the gash to the woman.

"It was infected, but it's better now, not good, but better. My fever is more or less gone as well."

Her thoughts returned to Price. He had sounded bitter, when he talked about the soldiers, how everybody outranked him. The laugh. Something was off. She leaned back from the wound to let the woman inspect it and without looking up, adressed Price again.

"So I'll go alone?"

She asked quietly.

[BringerofShadows she/her]

@Archer

[John Flamesinger he/him]

John sat on the ground, not caring if anyone payed attention. The times he was conscience, he knew that he was deteriorating much faster then the rest.

Why?

"Truth," he managed to croak out.

[BringerofShadows she/her]

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I had a gEnIuS idea, what if the Augury affected us in different ways? Victoria doesn’t really care because she does like her powers in the first place…So maybe she would get stronger and let her powers rule her. Like the Augury affects them personally. 

 

[AonEne he/him]

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Both the gods' powers and their sanities are going to be deteriorating, but that can happen in different ways. Victoria could totally let her powers rule her if you want.

 

[I think I am here. he/him]

18 hours ago, Sorana said:

“So I'll go alone?"

She asked quietly.

“I’ll be coming, and you will be transported along with some soldiers and test subjects we need to send there also, but other than that, yes.”

Tÿlevlæn began to work on the wound, working slowly and carefully to stitch it up and Price noticed the hesitating expression on Sagitta’s face, similar to the blush when she’d bared her leg to the scribes in the testing room. Price chalked it up to Ta’e’iloan modesty and averted his gaze to the stone wall if it made her more comfortable. The wall was decorated with the message “Fight for Tühine!” painted on it along with a painted illustration of a sword. Always a sword.

“Where did you pick this one up?” Tÿlevlæn asked Price as she continued to stitch the wound, raising a hand and removing the sensation of pain from the area with her instinct as she worked. “Orphanage? Off the street?”

“She came to us,” Price replied. “Right at the front gate, actually.”

“How fortunate.”

“I agree.”

[+Sorana she/her]

59 minutes ago, I think I am here. said:

“She came to us,” Price replied. “Right at the front gate, actually.”

“How fortunate.”

“I agree.”

Sagitta listened to them talking as if she wasn't even in the room. Her eyes looked at the inscription. Fight for his country, use a sword. She flexed her hands, felt no pain when the healer stiched her wound shut. She was usingh er instinct. Leaning back Sagitta stared at the ceiling. Fight for Tühine. She had fought for her country her whole live. She had given everything up to fight for them. Had changed the path she'd wanted to take. She had believed the calls for glory, for fighting proudly. But instead, she had found nothing. Nothing but pain and fear. A part of her knew, that she was exhausted, that her exhaustion led to these thoughts, but another voice asked herself, if she had chosen the right path. If she really wanted to go back to all this killing, the blood the pain. The wound on her leg would scar, but it wasn't the first one, and most likely it wouldn't be the last one.

Subdued she simply lay there, let them talk about her. There was nothing she could do about her situation for the moment, and maybe she didn't want to change it. Stay here, just let him conduct his tests. It meant no enemy chargin towards her line, no burrying friends, no watching comrads die. Maybe the house of death would pass her for once, maybe faith would allow her a different way. Somewhere. Somehow.

[Archer he/him]

On the trail. Morning. 

Tion was running out of things to say that would bore Entropy. Thankfully, she appeared to have resolved to ignore him and his head-games, as any good captor should, giving him the opportunity to surreptitiously plan his escape. The God of Sensation had been stealthily pulling at his bonds during their ride, attempting to break free. Unfortunately, all he had been able to do so far was loosen the ones around his wrists.

“I’m pretty sure that most of the gods are monstrous,” he said conversationally as Draco trotted onward. “You’ve all crossed enough moral lines to be considered villainous, Negation included. Luckily, I’m fairly confident that Neggie wants me alive. Given their proximity, I believe that makes me functionally immortal right now. Want to test that?”

As he talked, he casually wiggled his hips so that the edge of his trench coat fell next to his hands. With deft fingers, he reached into the pocket that he had sewn there several hundred years ago and procured a small glass bottle. He squeezed it tightly, using his inhuman strength to crush it, spilling its liquid contents all over his arms.

The pain of the glass biting into the flesh of his palm was intense. Tion’s Power had chosen that exact moment to return to him, amplifying his sensations. He had to break off his banter as the dryness of his mouth, the cuts on his hand, and the soreness of his shoulder all began to overwhelm him.

“Gah!” he screamed, searching frantically for an outlet. He flashed his eyes, scanning the area for people to manipulate. He sent a blast of nonsensical emotion at Entrophy, for she was closest; targeted the two scouts that he was suddenly able to see the auras of as they hid behind a rocky outcropping beside the road with visions of horses, because they were on his mind; and he sent a massive wave of a random feeling in the direction of the cluster of souls he sensed in the distance.

The souls in question, a camp of soldiers going through their morning routines, were instantly overcome by an irresistible urge to just really appreciate their current situation. It was so nice that their general had taken them to see a new part of the country, and so far, things had been going great. For an entire minute, the collection of them stopped whatever they were doing and formed small groups to share their feelings with one another and bask in the positive atmosphere of hope and optimism that had been created. Flowers were picked. Songs were sung.

Then the feeling passed and they all awkwardly went back to work. (Except for one lieutenant, who discovered that he genuinely liked that lifestyle and deserted on the spot to join a monastery.) It was widely agreed that whatever the Void had just happened would never be spoken of again.

Meanwhile, Tion had regained enough composure to reach into his other lower-coat pocket and obtain the flint and steel striker he kept there. Still in a haze of pain, he clicked it, sending sparks raking across his forearm. That ignited the oil he had poured there, lighting him on fire.

He did not know how much battle training Draco had had, but he had never known a horse who could stay calm while its rider was both burning alive and screaming like a banshee, as he now was. His Power helpfully amplified these sensations too, making his screams increase tenfold.

At the very least, he thought as tears streamed down his face, I’ll be easier to find now.

[AonEne he/him]

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I can't decide whether to laugh hysterically at what he did to the camp or to feel bad for him, but he is doing it to himself...

Also, I could do a thing, but it's way too early in the RP for that! So I won't. I'll do a different thing instead.

Izzy bit her lip, looking around at the gods Gati had left her with. Just left her with. She supposed it meant he trusted them, but was he right? Then again, Sensation had been getting firewood for a good while. She wasn't sure what harm could come to a god, but it must be enough to worry about.

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Negation was worried about Tion. That worry increased exponentially when she heard screaming in the distance; she hurried her pace and started in the direction the agonized yells were coming from. Passing trees of different species and green and brown foliage, Gati broke into a run, noting a wash of heat that swept over her but then left as quickly as it had come. Strange temperature.

[Archer he/him]

The fire spread along Tion’s arms, scorching his skin as it leapt towards his head and chest. His coat held out better than he thought it would, but he soon discovered that his cotton shirt was extremely flammable.

Pop. Pop! A few of the bottles in Tion’s pockets cracked, feeding the fire when their contents spilled. The ropes that bound his limbs were burning too, but the amount they had frayed thus far was too little for the god’s weakened arms to take advantage of.

“Ahhhh!” he screeched as suddenly, seemingly independent of the flames he was swimming in, a wave of forceful heat rocketed through his vulnerable body. His head started to pound, as if it were being squeezed by a vice, and his body began to spasm uncontrollably. He was no longer audibly screaming, there was too much smoke in his lungs for that. Even his tears had abandoned him, evaporating in the heat.

I was… wrong, he realized, absolutely gobsmacked by the thought of it as he cooked. Either that, or I am very convincing. Huh.

[BringerofShadows she/her]

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Also, how in the frick did ‘Neggie’ hear screams from miles away? 

A heap of cold water was dumped onto Tion, by Entropy and her scouts. The others had calmed Draco down, who had thrown them both off the horse in confusion. Victoria murmured something about being crazy and cuss words. She dragged him back to camp, taking Tion to the Infirmary Tent, not really wanting to use the space for this ugly, crazy, son of a…She decided not to finish that thought. 

Edited July 29, 2019 by BringerofShadows

[AonEne he/him]

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Wait, how far away are they? 

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Please tell me Neggie isn’t going to stick  

 

 

[I think I am here. he/him]

23 hours ago, Sorana said:

Subdued she simply lay there, let them talk about her. There was nothing she could do about her situation for the moment, and maybe she didn't want to change it. Stay here, just let him conduct his tests. It meant no enemy chargin towards her line, no burrying friends, no watching comrads die. Maybe the house of death would pass her for once, maybe faith would allow her a different way. Somewhere. Somehow.

Finally Tÿlevlæn was finished and he laid back with a satisfied sigh.

“She is done,” she told Price. “She might be limping however.” Judging by what Price had seen of Sagitta walking around with the injury he doubted it. “Thank you again, Tÿlevlæn,” he said.

“Oh, I’m a medic. What else am I going to do?” She winked and Price smiled, standing up straighter and extending a hand to Sagitta. She looked drained. Maybe exhausted or sad.

“The trip is a few hours,” he said. “However, we do have a musician who know the flute coming with us.”