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deercountry2022-12-10 06:41 pm
fogsong) wrote in deercountry2022-12-10 06:41 pm
Otherworld Log
Who: Anyone & Everyone
What: Open Log for those who want to participate in the Otherworld Player Plot (though you're free to use the player plot in your own logs)
When: December's Log
Where: All over Trench (and ever a ways outside of it)
It doesn't matter where you are or what you're doing, whether or not you're among friends or strangers, it comes for you: the fog. It rolls in so thick it muffles every sound and obscures your vision until you can see nothing but white. And then the siren begins to sound, a split-second of warning before darkness begins to descend upon you and swallow the world. You can feel the change in the air, the hairs on the back of your neck raising up, and can taste it on your lips. It tastes like rust and rot and ash.
Should you be lucky enough to have a light upon you, or see in the dark, you get to witness the world shift and corrupt right before your very eyes. Everything you see begins to fall apart. The paint on the walls chips and cracks and yellows. The wallpaper peels up, floating upward before it dissolves into nothing, revealing the bones of buildings. The carpet or the wood beneath your feet rots away and it doesn't matter what once was hidden beneath those layers, what lies beneath now is grated flooring, old tiles, battered cement, or just sheets or rusted metal. It's over in seconds and the darkness lifts and you're confronted with a Trench you've never seen before. A Trench that's been devoured and tainted.
Some may open their eyes to this place alone, others with friends or strangers by their side, but it doesn't matter who you're with, what matters is how you're going to find your way back to the Trench you know.
Exploration will prove dangerous and difficult. This Other Trench has fallen apart. The streets you're familiar with may have collapsed, forcing you to find another way around, and the buildings and shops and homes you're used to may prove impassable, doors locked or jammed or somehow blocked. Home won't be home now and might not be safe. It's the monsters, though, that make this world dangerous. They roam the streets and haunt the buildings and are drawn to every little sound you might make.
Walk fast, move quietly, and you may very well get through this.
What: Open Log for those who want to participate in the Otherworld Player Plot (though you're free to use the player plot in your own logs)
When: December's Log
Where: All over Trench (and ever a ways outside of it)
It doesn't matter where you are or what you're doing, whether or not you're among friends or strangers, it comes for you: the fog. It rolls in so thick it muffles every sound and obscures your vision until you can see nothing but white. And then the siren begins to sound, a split-second of warning before darkness begins to descend upon you and swallow the world. You can feel the change in the air, the hairs on the back of your neck raising up, and can taste it on your lips. It tastes like rust and rot and ash.
Should you be lucky enough to have a light upon you, or see in the dark, you get to witness the world shift and corrupt right before your very eyes. Everything you see begins to fall apart. The paint on the walls chips and cracks and yellows. The wallpaper peels up, floating upward before it dissolves into nothing, revealing the bones of buildings. The carpet or the wood beneath your feet rots away and it doesn't matter what once was hidden beneath those layers, what lies beneath now is grated flooring, old tiles, battered cement, or just sheets or rusted metal. It's over in seconds and the darkness lifts and you're confronted with a Trench you've never seen before. A Trench that's been devoured and tainted.
Some may open their eyes to this place alone, others with friends or strangers by their side, but it doesn't matter who you're with, what matters is how you're going to find your way back to the Trench you know.
Exploration will prove dangerous and difficult. This Other Trench has fallen apart. The streets you're familiar with may have collapsed, forcing you to find another way around, and the buildings and shops and homes you're used to may prove impassable, doors locked or jammed or somehow blocked. Home won't be home now and might not be safe. It's the monsters, though, that make this world dangerous. They roam the streets and haunt the buildings and are drawn to every little sound you might make.
Walk fast, move quietly, and you may very well get through this.
Welcome to your Otherworld.
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"I'm not a good person, either," she tells him grimly, "I've done awful things that I do not regret, Taro, including torture, but I appreciate what you're trying to do."
She pulls back just enough to look at him, expression soft. "Really. Thanks. Thanks for not judging me. Or hating me. Or wanting nothing to do with me after all of that." It's hard for her not to fear the worst when it comes to her powers. They're why she was bullied and abused by the Brethren of the Order, why she was burned alive, why she's always been alone.
A beat and then, "Can we talk about you? I gotta admit, I'm kinda curious about some things." She just wants to move the conversation away from herself for the moment. She needs time to think on what he's told her.
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Judge her? He huffs in amusement. "I've seen the rise and fall of genres. With all the rest of this stuff being true... horror powers don't seem like too much of a stretch. You know that most of the people in books and stuff with those kinds of powers are kids who have way too much on them, right? ... And it sounds like you're not too different." 'Burned alive' basically fits for 'way too much on her'.
He doesn't really want to talk about himself, but... well. At this point she's basically earned it. He shifts to the side a bit and kicks his feet. "Sure, why not? I'll tell you if it's not... something I feel comfortable answering."
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"So... 150 years old, huh?" The words come out slow and drawn out, clearly wanting to go with something easier and less dark, "You ever walk around looking like an old man or is how I met you your go-to form?"
It's a bit of a softball question but she doesn't want to just jump right into the gritty and hard. There's no reason to dig too deep. The conversation will likely get there naturally from here.
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He turns back into his human guise in a blink, grinning at her. "Nah, there's not really a benefit to being an old man. The ID and shit that I have is for someone who's about twenty three. Young enough to act stupid, old enough that the police won't try to wrangle me if I'm in some place with a curfew for teens." And old enough for... other things. But that's not a discussion he wants to have right now. "I pretty much do my best to blend in. It's safer that way."
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"I mean, I guess most people would choose to look eternally youthful if they had the opportunity," Sharon isn't so certain she would. She spent over three decades as a nine-year-old. There's something painful about never growing old, "You just pick this form to pick up dates, don't you?"
She tuts under her breath but it's clear she's joking, "So, is this form... real? Can you feel everything?" She nudges him gently with her elbow.
"Or is it just an illusion of some sort?"
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He holds up both hands, gesturing one way and then the other. "You've got disguises and you've got illusions. Disguises are the physical part - I can be a human, a cat, whatever. Technically they're illusions, but they're more solid ones. The clothes are the illusion part. I can only focus on so much detail at once." He wiggles his fingers at her. "If I wanted to do this and make you see a moving shadow, I could probably do that. If I wanted to make a convincing illusion of a wolf running after you I could, but I'd lose detail in my clothing since I'd need to focus on the sounds, smells, whatever."
Taro taps his chin, thinking. "You could think of it like skill points in a video game. You get a pool of them but you can only spend so many of them. You can reset and redistribute them, but there's a cap on how many you get."
He hesitates and then sighs, dropping his hands. "With an exception, but it's a majorly illegal and immoral exception."
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"It's gotta be useful in keeping yourself safe. You can be anyone or anything. You can convince people they're in danger from something else. You can run distractions," it's very obvious she's running through scenarios in her head. The only illusions Alessa could create were ones involving herself; simple changes to her skin or her hair or how old she appeared to others. Taro could do things she could only ever dream of.
Her knowledge on video games is fairly limited to older systems. She hasn't owned a console since childhood and she mostly played things like Mario or Kirby. It's the last bit that catches her attention.
"What's this illegal, immoral exception?" She asks the question gently. It's clear this is a more sensitive subject but she's curious.
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He rubs his forehead and goes quiet for a few long moments. "Souls. Devouring souls makes your own magic stronger. Humans have magic in their souls just like any other sentient being, but they can't use it. I've never heard of a human having magic - not one that ended up real, anyway. So souls command a high price in the Underground, children most of all. And... um. I've done it. Once."
Hence the giggling orbs.
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The revelation, though, makes her go quiet. It's not shocking, not really, but now she understands what he was talking about earlier when he mentioned devouring a soul.
"Was it a child's?" she finally dares to ask him. There's a notable lack of judgement. Given the atrocities she's committed, she couldn't hold whatever he's done to survive against him.
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He shakes his head. He doesn't want to excuse himself. There's no excuse for what he did.
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"Everyone fucks up, Taro," she won't excuse him for it, either, but she also won't hold it against him, "Did it help at least?"
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A rough burglary job, that's all it was. But he has that stain on his conscience from now until whenever he's permanently dead. Maybe past that, he has no idea.
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There were a lot of things she's done that will haunt her and a part of her embraces that, "It's a lesson now, Taro. One you'll carry for the rest of forever, one you may be able to pass on to someone else." For as young as she physically is, she's much more mature than she often comes across. She's led a long, tragic life and she knows better than anyone what a person learns from their tragedies and mistakes.
"You messed up but you won't make a choice like that again now."
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She's so young, but she's been through so much. "... If you ever need to talk, you can come to me, okay? I'm not going to judge you. You're a... a good friend. I know you didn't intend to get me hurt. And I want you to be able to at least go to someone when times are tough..."
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She smiles at the offer even though he can't see her face. It's a tight, pinched thing. Almost pained, "Thank you, Taro."
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He lets out a long breath, nuzzling into her shoulder. "I'm just glad you're safe. ... That's what I was worried about more, when I wasn't freaking out. Not me, but you."
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"You're a good friend, Taro, and I'm glad I've met you," and though she feels the sting of regret that she'd dragged him into that awful nightmare world, a part of her is glad for it. This gave them both the chance to shed the masks they wear around others.
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He's just tired now. The adrenaline has drained away, and he just kind of wants a nap.
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"You wanna crash here? I got an extra bed upstairs."
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He blinks slowly and pulls away slightly, looking at her.
"You don't go anywhere, okay? You need to sleep too. Don't make me turn into a big dog and pin you down."
probably a good wrap spot! they both crash and recover!