first verse Augury: Ten of the Void

[BringerofShadows she/her]

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At the General’s camp.

 

[+Sorana she/her]

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

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

Sagitta turned her head when he adressed her again, offered her a hand to get up. Silently she took it let him get her back to her feet. She forced a grateful smile on her face and inclined her head to the woman. Her fist touched her chest in salut.

"Thank you for taking the time to see me."

Turning to Price she made sure her cloths were covering her in a respectful way again and took a careful step towards the door. Her leg felt better now that it was properly bandaged. There was no limp visible when she took another step, and then waited for Price to lead the way.

"Am I supposed to help with the travel preparations?"

[Archer he/him]

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Given the ambiguity of the exact distance away from the meeting place that the camp is, we could assume that Neggie Negation followed the blood and hoof print trail, and Tion’s been amplifying his screams using his powers (altering everyone he could think of’s perception of his cries so that they seem louder), thus putting them within earshot regardless of how far away they are. My intent was for him to make himself as noticeable as possible.

The General’s Camp. The Infirmary Tent. Morning.

“Rawwwr,” Tion mumbled, half-heartedly waving his arms in front of him like a T-Rex as he pulled himself up into a sitting position on his cot in the Infirmary Tent. The pair of nurses tending to him shrieked in surprise as his magic made him appear like an actual dinosaur, a full ten feet tall of scales and muscles snarling and growling like a kicked puppy with an inflated ego. The two of them dropped the bandages they had been holding and ran out of the tent, leaving him alone.

“Yoush beddah run,” Tion garbled, wincing in pain as he shoved his legs over the side of his bed and shakily stood up. “Ish go time!”

Witnesses would later describe the events that followed as ‘an informative learning opportunity about the pre-history of the nomadic regions of this land’, ‘incredibly frightening’, and ‘more confusing than anything’. The moment Tion’s feet touched the ground, the guards outside of the tent, having been about to enter it to investigate the disturbance, were blinded by an explosion of brilliant white light that emerged from the interior and lasted for several seconds. That was followed by a stampede of what appeared to be semi-corporal giant lizards.

The beasts charged out of the structure and split up, stomping about the camp and generally making a nuisance of themselves. The confusion they caused was amplified by the fact that only about half of the soldiers present were able to see them, leaving the others to wonder why their comrades in arms had suddenly started stabbing at the air. The dinosaurs romped about wildly, occasionally blinking in and out of sight, but as far as ferocious visions go, they did a decent job of startling the assembled military men.

While this was happening, had anyone been paying attention to the back of the tent would have noticed a still pained-looking Tion slip out and make a break for the back of the camp. He walked briskly, not running so as not to draw any unnecessary attention, but tried to look panicked so that anyone who saw him would think that he was fleeing the prehistoric terrors that had been magicked up. In this manner, he could be seen moving through the rows of tents that made up the encampment before reaching the perimeter and breaking into a sprint, headed in the direction of the treeline.

This too was, of course, an illusion. The real Tion was lying quite comfortably under the bed in the Infirmary Tent, directing dozen’s of people’s sensations with his mind, cloaked from view with his godly invisibility powers.

Pew, pew, he thought, firing off a few illusionary fireworks that only the other gods would be able to see. He was pretty sure Entropy liked pretty lightshows. Consider it a peace offering. Or a warning shot. I'm cool with either one.

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A note on Tion’s illusions: When doing something this complex, he has to use his power on a case-by-case basis, which limits his effectiveness. So he’s targeting individuals (sensing them with his aura-vision), altering the way they see the air in front of them to make it seem like there’s a dinosaur there to their eyes. That will cause some inconsistencies between witness accounts, but he’s also rioting (to use a Sanderson term) their fear and confusion so people aren’t thinking clearly enough to see through the ruse right away. He’ll keep this up for a few minutes, then make the dinosaurs seem to exit via the front of the camp and disappear, once his illusionary version of himself has ‘escaped’. He’s hoping people will assume he’s run away in either visible or invisible form and leave to search for him, so he can wait out the day under his bed, preparing for a better opportunity to flee/cause trouble for the soldiers/eavesdrop if you want to say anything to drive the plot in a certain direction.

Also, I didn’t know where Gen. Victoria was in relation to Tion, so I assumed she was outside of the tent. If not, the blast of light is meant to give him the chance to go invisible and hide, even if people are looking in his direction.

Final note: Thousands of years ago, there used to be dinosaur-like beasts living in the region around Finsa. I'm making that canon now, because I like dinosaurs. 

 

Edited July 29, 2019 by Archer

[Jaywalk he/him]

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Okay, here we go.

Nikon's fingers danced across the fabric, weaving thread over and under. The coat was finally coming together--it would hopefully make the exoskeleton more comfortable to wear. Moving to the shoulders, he stitched a complex pattern across the back: a shape--an emblem--he'd adopted as his own. It appeared on almost everything he made, sometimes stitched, other times engraved. Normally he put function over form, but why not add a bit of style from time to time?

The door creaked open behind him. "You got the goods?"

Nikon didn't look up. "You have my payment?" he replied, turning over the coat so that the inner skeleton faced out. He picked up the strips of fabric laid out on the table next to him and began laying them over the thin metal bars inside the coat.

"Oh, the, uh...payment, yeah." Taydel scratched his head, chuckling nervously. "Didn't we agree you'd just get the larger cut after tonight?"

Nikon picked up the needle and thread again, starting to run the thread through the strips. "I need a little upfront, just in case things get dicey."

"Hey, it'll be fine," Taydel said. "With your equipment--"

"That's just it," Nikon interrupted. "It's my equipment." Taydel was silent for a moment, which was just fine by Nikon. It was much easier to focus without his yapping.

"Give me a pass this time," Taydel finally said. "I'll make it up to you next time."

Nikon turned to look at the boy. "Fine," he sighed. "But you're paying me back for any lost or damaged equipment."

"Of course." Taydel looked at him expectedly, as if waiting for something.

Nikon went back to the coat, accidentally pricking himself with the needle. He swore under his breath. It was almost as bad as a paper cut. "Weapons are on the rack in the closet," he said between gritted teeth. "Grapple's by the door--still experimental, but it should do the trick. Think of yourself as the test audience."

"Alrighty!" Taydel went to gather equipment, leaving Nikon to his work. He finished the final stitch on the coat just as Taydel opened the door to leave. "See you tonight," the boy called.

"You can count on it."

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Is it a problem that I love this character so much that I want to write an entire novel about him, but have enough writing projects already? I'm gonna have a writing itch for weeks!

 

[BringerofShadows she/her]

Victoria watched her men act like madmen. She stormed bank into the tent. The General glanced at the Nurses outside of the tent. “Where did he go?” The pointed toward the Forrest. “Check the tent, then sedate him. He’s tricky, don’t believe any thing you see.” She pulled out her bow and ran towards the nearby Forrest. 

[Archer he/him]

The Infirmary Tent. Under the bed. Morning.

Tion was dying, but like most people, he ignored it and continued to do things that only served to expedite the process. That included idly masking the sight of himself and the smell of his roasted flesh from the nurses as they carefully poked their way through the tent he was hiding in, looking under blankets and into any crate large enough to fit a man in it.

Unfortunately, the indomitable God of Sensation forgot to cover up the sound of his giggling.

“He he!” he snickered, his disembodied voice softly wafting through the tent. The two nurses looked at each other in confusion, then slowly moved to either side of the cot, small darts of sedative in hand. One of them reached a hand forward to lift up the sheets that hung over the side to peer beneath, but they never got the chance.

“I was under the bed!” Tion declared, pushing upwards against the furniture above him, sending the whole thing flying halfway across the room. “You guys lose!”

He dropped his invisibility, reappearing in front of the two shocked men. Taking advantage of their surprise, he lashed out his hands and grabbed the darts the medical professionals held, pushing them downwards into their thighs. Their eyes widened as the medicine promptly entered their bloodstreams, and they collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

Tion got to his feet, sizing the two of them up. One was unfortunately short and skinny, but the other was a decent match for his body type. He studied the man for a moment, taking in the details of his appearance. Once he was satisfied he had it memorized, he crouched by the nurse and started shouting.

“Guards! Help! I am in need of some assis-oof,” As a trio of soldiers burst into the tent, Tion doubled over, clutching his throat.

“That’s the guy,” he rasped, pointing at the sleeping man, who, thanks to some quick Power usage, had taken on Tion’s visage while the god had reciprocated by stealing his.

Tion, fully immersed in his disguise, waved off the military men as they moved to offer him help, still straining his voice as he gave them instructions. “He attacked us, but I managed to get him before he took us both down. They should awake in a couple hours. Watch their breathing. Prop them up. Don’t let anyone else in until the General returns. She’ll want to be the first-”

He wheezed, bursting into a fit of coughs. “I need to get some air. Watch them. Thank you.”

As the soldiers began placing blankets over the slumbering men, Tion walked out of the tent and breathed in the crisp morning air. That was easy.

“Halt!”

Tion instinctively raised his fists as an angry looking soldier with a grizzled beard and a fearsome expression stepped in his way, holding up his spear to block his exit. “Hold up there, Collins,” he growled.

Tion’s heart was pounding, but with immense effort, he slowly lowered his hands and shoved them into his side pockets. Fortunately, the nurse’s uniform seemed to have a plethora of pockets. “Can I help you?” he asked, still rattling his words.

The look on the soldier’s face softened. “You’re bleeding, sir,” he said, nodding at Tion’s leg, which was slowly dripping blood.

“Oh,” Tion replied. “So I am.”

“Here, take this.” The man reached into his own pocket and produced a handkerchief. “Go get yourself cleaned up.”

“Thank you.” Tion smiled awkwardly, taking it and dabbing it against his shin region. The man stepped aside, allowing him to move past, so he did, hustling down the path of worn grass that led away to the left, towards the culinary section of the camp. He passed a group of soldiers chasing an imaginary dinosaur along the way, but they paid him no heed. In short order, he arrived at a ring of freshly chopped logs laid in a semi-circle around a large fire. The area was abandoned, save for a bored looking chef stirring a pot of stew over the coals.

“I need food,” Tion demanded loudly, all traces of injury erased from his diction. The cook arched his eyebrow.

“Please,” added the god, wiggling his fingers at him.

The cook blinked. “You got it, mate. Coming right up!” He cheerfully grabbed a bowl from the stack at his feet and ladled some stew into it, then brought it over to where Tion had sat down on one of the felled trees. Tion gave him a smile for his trouble.

“Thank you. You are dismissed.”

He sipped the broth, not caring how hot it was. He had already shut off most of his nerves; a little heat was nothing compared to what he had already been through today. He closed his eyes, watching the camp through its souls as he ate, pushing and pulling at the men he saw’s emotions and perceptions, amplifying their fear and confusion.

Tion was dying, but unlike most people, he had a plan to deal with it. It involved sitting on a log, having his breakfast, reprogramming a few key individual's auras as he waited, with a mixture of dread and anticipation, for Entropy to return.

But in the meantime, unleashing a few more dinosaurs couldn’t hurt. He wiggled his fingers again, ignoring the cramp in his side that suddenly developed as he did so. I do so like those things. Maybe Reality will make a real one for me sometime. 

[BringerofShadows she/her]

Victoria didn’t stay in the Forrest long. She realized that there were no blood tracks and footprints. The General Stormed back to the camp, looking at the raging Dinosaurs. Walking inside the tent, ignoring the sleeping nurses and soldiers, she was approached by a lieutenant who saluted. “General, we caught him.” “Where is he?” She tried to keep her anger under control, but it bubbled out of her. “Uh, we took him to the prison tent, ma’am.” Entropy walked out to the tent, glancing at the prisoners of war. Most of the Cayahains spat on her feet. She didn’t mind, Victoria had more important things to worry about. The Lieutenant lead her to the sleeping man. And she was absolutely livid. “That’s not him, idiot!” The Lieutenant backed away. “S-Sorry, someone-” “I don’t care!” Victoria stormed out, drawing her bow and searching camp. While passing by the Infirmary tent, she got another syringe of sedatives, sliding it into her pocket. Coming out of the tent, that’s when she spotted Tion. The General stormed up to him, furious with rage. 

[Lunar Blessing she/her]

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Let’s get my character moving, shall we.

Sam sighs, “fine, you don’t have to come, but I’m going.”

She turns around and walks back to the house and begins to pack, stopping time so she doesn’t lose anymore daylight. 

@xinoehp512

Edited August 7, 2019 by Blessing of Potency

[Archer he/him]

The General's Camp. The Eatery Section. Morning. 

The God of Sensation had readopted his regular appearance, ditching the nurse’s visage in favour of his trademark unblemished skin and easy smile.

“Gods are harder to manipulate,” Tion announced the moment he heard Entropy come within earshot. He kept his eyes on his stew, slowly raising the occasional spoon-full to his lips delicately to take a sip between sentences, but he made sure to speak quickly and clearly as she began to stormed over to him. He knew he only had a few moments of consciousness left.

“It comes down to experience,” he continued. “It’s very hard to find a trick that an immortal hasn’t seen. So, you’ve got to be creative.”

Entropy closed the gap between them, looking absolutely furious. 

Still, Tion refrained from looking at her. He did, however, gesture with his spoon at the nearby logs, silently offering her a seat.

“Picture yourself in the middle of a vast ocean. You’re floating on a piece of driftwood, a deceased tree not unlike one of these,” he patted his seat to underscore his point, “with no concept of where you are or how to get back to land. The waves are fierce, buffeting you back and forth, stripping you of your ability to navigate. What do you do?”

The camp chef, who had been standing by the cooking fire with a confused expression on his face, caught Tion’s eye. The god winked at him. The man gulped, then hurriedly retreated back to the safety of his kitchen tent, abandoning his pot.

“Reality would soon discover their inability to alter the waves. Sure, you take out one, but dozens more soon take their place. So he would eventually just reform his boat into something grander, more useful.”

The wooden spoon that the chef had left in his stew slowly sank out of sight.

“Truth would determine which way to go to catch some currents that would send her landward bound. Facet would preform a similar feat, scanning the sea from all angles. I, of course, would use my powers to-”

He stopped midsentence, distracted by the slew of bubbles that were rising violently out of the stew, threatening to boil over. He considered doing something about them, but he did not trust himself to survive the trip over there.

“The point is,” he picked up again, “all of us would have a means of escape. Except you. Without your pets to rescue you, what are you gonna do? Blast the log to pieces? Try to fight the ocean? Shoot at the clouds? You’d be dead in the water! And then you’d be dead.”

He craned his neck up to look at the General, the reflections of fire dancing in his eyes somehow seeming more poignant than they should have been. “I am genuinely curious. So how’s about we play a little game, me and you?”

The stew was spitting now, blasting globs of broth haphazardly outward, like an angry volcano.

“With effort, illusions can be made to last. Most with my instinct can’t do it, but give me time and I can make it so even when I leave, or sleep, or die, my sensation suggestions will last. In just these past few minutes, I took the liberty of adjusting my appearance. As you see me now is how every human who looks at me will think I look until I say so.”

Tion snapped his fingers. Slowly, his false appearance began to dissipate. The skin on his arms deliberately peeled away, revealing raw, scorched flesh and bone beneath. Large gashes in his pants appeared, revealing long, shallow cuts below, dripping blood at an unhealthy rate. His chest seemed to collapse, pushing inward sickeningly like a deflating balloon. His ribcage, now visible, was noticeably cracked in some places. The god’s hair turned from brown to black, then started to fade away altogether in clumps. It was clear that his wounds were infected, the copious amounts of dirt and grime that had found its way onto him seemed the likely culprit.  

“But of course,” Tion added, his mouth now dribbling saliva when he spoke, “we gods know better.”

He threw his dining implements aside, spreading his arms out to his sides so the goddess could get a better look at him. “I am in desperate need of medical attention. I estimate that my torso alone could use at least an hour’s work. And someone appears to have scratched at my calves. Some stitching there would be nice. I dunno what you’d do about the infections, but I’m sure you’ll think of something. After all, I do believe that you’re the only one for miles around who can see my predicament.”

“Unless,” he winked, “you can teach your doctors to operate blind, and convince them to work on a clearly healthy man.”

The fire hissed as more droplets of stew fell into it. In the distance, someone screamed. Reminded of something, Tion dismissed his dinosaurs.

“I’m dying, Entropy,” Tion intoned happily. “And there’s only nine people in Hopearaa who can even see it. You obviously want me alive for something, so keep me that way. You’ve got about… twelve hours to prove your competence. Or not. I win either way.”

With that, Tion’s voice garbled nonsensically and his eyes rolled back in his head. His limbs went stiff, then his entire body fell woodenly to the dirt with an understated thud. His chest moved slightly, in time with his dangerously light breathing, but other than that, he was unmoving and unresponsive.   

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Yeah, he's a drama queen. But he's a dying drama queen, so consider your morality tested etc. etc. 

 

[AonEne he/him]

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On 7/29/2019 at 8:03 AM, I think I am here. said:

“However, we do have a musician who know the flute coming with us.”

Please tell me this is Price himself?

10 hours ago, Archer said:

So he would eventually just reform his boat into something grander, more useful.
Truth would determine which way to go to catch some currents that would send her landward bound.

1. Reality can alter space, but not the rest of reality. (I know, confusing, but it would've been OP.)

2. Truth's a guy.

Edit: Also, I think you're (Archer) on the edge of okay still, but be careful with descriptions of gore, everyone, please!

Nikon sounds cool!

Gati reached the outskirts of what appeared to be a war camp, directly below the location of the fireworks she'd seen in the sky earlier. Frowning, she approached the front entrance carefully.

Edited August 2, 2019 by AonEne

[old man moomba he/him]

Luna was content to remain in the clearing, making a large bonfire and eating some of the dried food from her pack.

[BringerofShadows she/her]

General Victoria had Tion dragged back to the Infirmary tent, making sure his chains were secure. She then headed back to her tent, and was greeted by Lt. Gen. Hamilton. “General! You have returned! Everything with the war is going according to plan-” She held up her hand for him to stop. “Sorry Lieutenant, but I am a bit frustrated and tired. Just give me a quick rundown of anything I missed.” “Yes, ma’am.” 

 

After the discussion and telling Hamilton to wake her only if it was extremely important, she slipped into her cot and fell asleep. 

[Archer he/him]

21 hours ago, AonEne said:

1. Reality can alter space, but not the rest of reality. (I know, confusing, but it would've been OP.)

2. Truth's a guy.

Edit: Also, I think you're (Archer) on the edge of okay still, but be careful with descriptions of gore, everyone, please! 

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1. Got it. 

2. Oops. Sorry Truth! 

3. Understood. I'll check my descriptions going forward. 

The General’s Camp. The Infirmary Tent. Late Morning.

“Come Tion, watch their fall.”

“I’m a little busy at the moment.”

“You will be too late.”

“I’ve seen that show before. There was a kid from out east that I thought was gonna go all the way. She nearly made it too.”

“You are naught but a child.”

“Look, can we cut to the chase? In case you hadn’t noticed, this was a pain to arrange. What do I need to know?”

“Know that… none seek you.”

“And?”

“One will die.”

“So my odds are one in ten. I can live with that.”

"Perhaps. Now come, Tion watch th-"

Tion’s form writhed in his bonds, thrashing wildly to the staccato beat of his dying heart. The deity’s mind was thoughtless, his body controlled by impulse and chemicals. As he lay on his now familiar bed in the tent, he was screaming… without making a sound.

The nurses paid him no heed. On the surface seeming calm and healthy, Tion was left to fight his private battles in obscurity. 

Thus is the fate of gods who dream. 

[John Flamesinger he/him]

John sat up, somehow completely sane for a moment. He turned his attention to Tion, who was in some military camp. 

He was laying on a bed, completely unresponsive. 

Oh Sensation, what has she done to him?

[I think I am here. he/him]

On 30/07/2019 at 0:14 AM, Sorana said:

Turning to Price she made sure her cloths were covering her in a respectful way again and took a careful step towards the door. Her leg felt better now that it was properly bandaged. There was no limp visible when she took another step, and then waited for Price to lead the way.

"Am I supposed to help with the travel preparations?"

“Knowing what country we’re in, I’d expect everything to be prepared already,” Price said and left the room with a respectful nod to the medic.

The old woman smiled and nodded back at Price and Sagitta.

Price began walking further up flights of stairs. There was not much difference in the surroundings as they ascended except for a lighter coloured rock making up the walls.

“Have you ever tried making things more intense, instead of less?” Price asked, more as an actual question than a test interview.

[+Sorana she/her]

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

“Knowing what country we’re in, I’d expect everything to be prepared already,” Price said and left the room with a respectful nod to the medic.

The old woman smiled and nodded back at Price and Sagitta.

Price began walking further up flights of stairs. There was not much difference in the surroundings as they ascended except for a lighter coloured rock making up the walls.

“Have you ever tried making things more intense, instead of less?” Price asked, more as an actual question than a test interview.

Sagitta turned grey as the walls around them.

"I have."

She replied tonelessly. The screams, the terror, the fear in their eyes. It took a lot of effort to continue to walk upstairs.

"More than once. We were on the verge of loosing the battle, a settlement somewhere behind us - I lost control."

Lost control. She hadn't lost control. She had sacrificed them. She had easily cut their arms off, had ripped their bodies apart. Intensity. She could soften a blow, or she could strengthen it. Add to its force. She had been undefeatable. Had taken the force out of the blows meant to kill her, had killed with sloppy movements of her sword. A longsword was dangerous because of its weight alone, with her instinct it became an almost unstoppable force.

"I have."

She repeated more to herself than to him.

"For nothing."

The settlement had fallen, the day afterwards. The villagers slaughtered. She had crippled, had killed, without a single difference. The beating of the drums occupiing her mind, blindly following her banner over the battlefield. Dust had you chough, burned in your eyes, you knew you were supposed to fight together with the one marching beside you, but instead you lost track, as soon as battle hit. Took a step and then he was gone. Nothing but the banner, but the screams of the wounded. The drums. The questions if they are yours, or your enemies, trying to decipher their beats, to understand your orders over the shouting, over the feral screams. Lost in her thoughts she continued to climb up the stairs next to him.

[I think I am here. he/him]

Price nodded. A sore topic. When the tome came to test how much she could increase something’s intensity, Price hoped the trauma, memories, whatever it was wouldn’t affect Sagitta’s willingness. Thankfully, she had agreed to allof the proposed tests, but what would happen if she didn’t? Especially now that they were changing bases to a compound where Price wouldn’t have absolute authority over Instinct Testing.

They reached a very thick wooden door and Price motioned for a guard to open it — Price would be too physically weak to push it. Sunlight burst through and almost blinded Price, but after a few blinks his vision adjusted and he stepped further out, the noise of soldiers’ eating and conversing ringing through the air. At this time of night, it would be their break.

“It sounds intense, being a soldier,” Price said. “If you’ll excuse the pun.”

He gestured to the canteen place where Sagitta had been given bread. “Do you want something to eat. Unfortunately it’s not like last time, there are soldiers inside.”

@Sorana

Edited August 6, 2019 by I think I am here.

[+Sorana she/her]

"I wouldn't mind something to eat."

Sagitta was glad for the change in topic. She waited for her eyes to adjust, before she followed him outside. He hadn't opened the door himself, probably to show off a bit. To strengthen, that while nobody had to follow his orders, they still did.

"Being a soldier..."

She tilted her head backwards, stared towards the blue sky.

"It can be intense. It can be breathtaking. It's about glory, about fighting with steel, about honor. There are so many stories about the glorious life of a soldier. What they don't tell you is how much time you spend standing around waiting for orders. How the screams of your comrades echo in your ears. How it feels when the light in the eyes of the one in front of you flicker out forever. You tell yourself to carry on, to never give up, that you want to be carried on a shield back to camp. Burried with honors, because you did the right thing. But you never talk about what you're giving up. What you loose to follow that dream."

Shaking her head she sighed.

"Call it intese. Call it crazy. It's a lot of things. I don't know anymore which of them a true and which are nothing but beautiful lies you tell yourself to risk your life again and again and again."

 

Edited August 7, 2019 by Sorana

[overlord stick]

Truth followed Gati to the warcamp, ignoring the "Dinosaurs" running around, and becoming increasingly annoyed by Tion's antics.

[I think I am here. he/him]

She said she wouldn’t mind something to eat and Price led them to the same room where she had eaten prior. He thought about what she told him of war, how she didn’t know what parts were true and what parts weren’t. The way she described it sounded rueful. Price didn’t know what he would lose pursuing his dream. He didn’t have much to lose.

“And yet, it is perhaps the most popular occupation in Tühine,” he finished and opened the doors to the eating room.

What had once been empty was now filled with soldiers, munching away at bread, apples and other easily-grown foods. The room was about half-filled, so there was still space to sit at a discarded table in privacy, or however much privacy you could get when you were stuck in a small room with dozens of hungry soldiers.

No one recognised him, just seeing him as yet another scribe. Averting his gaze he looked to the barrel of bread and gestured to Sagitta to get some if she wanted it. Price wasn’t hungry.

@Sorana

Edited August 7, 2019 by I think I am here.

[AonEne he/him]

7 hours ago, Lord Furret said:

Tion's antics.

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You mean dying?

Negation crouched outside the tent she knew Tion was in, biting her lip. Then she gave up and ran inside, ignoring shouts as she was noticed, not even looking back to see if Truth was still behind her. She hissed softly at the sight of the god's writhing form, then prepared herself. This wouldn't be one of the easy reversals. She didn't know what Tion had done or had been done to him, and therefore it would be best to keep it. However, she did need to Negate his injuries, or he would die. Even deities with advanced healing capacity could only take so much before it culminated in death.

She'd need to be precise and slow, then. Eyes fixed on Sensation, she whispered, "Anderson, could you please make sure nobody comes in and kills us?" Gati did not wait for an answer before closing her eyes, trying not to let her anxiety kick in, and feeling for Hopearaa's...something. The material that made up things that were hard to name. She'd often thought about it before, trying to put a name to what their powers interacted with, but words weren't enough.

It was the first bite of ice against bare skin...

It was the adrenaline of challenging an authority...

It was the shading of the sky before a rainstorm...

It was the roar a foe let out when you dealt the last blow...

It was the pounding of emotions after your first love...and so much more.

And now, Gati touched it. Wrapped one mental fist around it and yanked it toward her, then began the process of Negating Tion's wounds, focusing on the worst dangers first. It was hard, though - which was to be expected; after all, going back an unspecified amount of time to get rid of the injuries someone had gained from who-knew-what, but making sure not to undo anything else...especially when that someone was a deity? Not quite the same as the whiteboard-erasing metaphor she usually thought about. This was more like unraveling a tapestry one thread at a time. It still shouldn't have been that difficult...but lately, using her power was a bit harder than it should be. Gati wasn't sure why, other than that the Augury probably had something to do with it.

She forced back her anxiety again.

[overlord stick]

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Wait, is Neggie male or female?

"We're safe for a bit. All the humans are busy freaking out about Tion's 'dinosaurs', although Entropy will be here soon." Truth told Gati.

[AonEne he/him]

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Currently, female.

Gati nodded tensely, concentrating.

[Lunar Blessing she/her]

On 7/31/2019 at 9:22 PM, Blessing of Potency said:

Sam sighs, “fine, you don’t have to come, but I’m going.”

She turns around and walks back to the house and begins to pack, stopping time so she doesn’t lose anymore daylight. 

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@xinoehp512

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It’s been a week so I feel like this is justified...

 

[BringerofShadows she/her]

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How did Negation know Tion was dying and where to find the tent? Also, someone would’ve noticed, some people weren’t affected by the Dinosaurs.