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Real & Half-Real: Iskierka's Notes | OTA
Who: Illarion's Omen Iskierka and anyone who happens to stumble across her notes.
What: Receiving messages from hell.
When: March 5 onward, after Sayo's full return to the Waking World.
Where: Throughout Trench and the Levels
Content warnings: All of the following are mentioned or discussed obliquely: magical zombies, mind control, emotional manipulation, war-time violence, murder of family members, drug use, cannibalism, suicide, hallucinations/derealization, existential horror, apocalyptic setting, kidnapping, enslavement.
Iskierka has not been idle while her Sleeper is missing from Trench. Somewhere, he's wandering a hell far removed from the Waking World; somewhere, he rehearses to himself the briefing he might give to any would-be rescuers when they arrive, what is necessary to survive and sufficient for Sayo's ritual. When hoping for rescue pales on him, he dictates his thoughts to the air or an animal or a corpse's patient ear, and she hears it.
She hears every word of it, and she cannot respond; she listens faithfully, and the words fill her head to the point of forgetting. When there's no more room for them, she writes. With whatever comes to hand--beg buy borrow or steal--on whatever surface she can find, she writes--scratches out--rewrites. Notes and letters emerge beneath her pen, and she takes them where she thinks they belong. Some she abandons in significant places and others she brings to significant people, urging them to take this fragment of her lost Sleeper.
It may help, when they go to rescue him. If anyone can.
[[ OOC: Real & Half-Real Plot Write-Up and Interest Check, for those just joining us. Even if you haven't left a comment there you're more than welcome to join in on finding notes!
See comments for how to use this post and tasty tasty plot hooks. ]]
What: Receiving messages from hell.
When: March 5 onward, after Sayo's full return to the Waking World.
Where: Throughout Trench and the Levels
Content warnings: All of the following are mentioned or discussed obliquely: magical zombies, mind control, emotional manipulation, war-time violence, murder of family members, drug use, cannibalism, suicide, hallucinations/derealization, existential horror, apocalyptic setting, kidnapping, enslavement.
Iskierka has not been idle while her Sleeper is missing from Trench. Somewhere, he's wandering a hell far removed from the Waking World; somewhere, he rehearses to himself the briefing he might give to any would-be rescuers when they arrive, what is necessary to survive and sufficient for Sayo's ritual. When hoping for rescue pales on him, he dictates his thoughts to the air or an animal or a corpse's patient ear, and she hears it.
She hears every word of it, and she cannot respond; she listens faithfully, and the words fill her head to the point of forgetting. When there's no more room for them, she writes. With whatever comes to hand--beg buy borrow or steal--on whatever surface she can find, she writes--scratches out--rewrites. Notes and letters emerge beneath her pen, and she takes them where she thinks they belong. Some she abandons in significant places and others she brings to significant people, urging them to take this fragment of her lost Sleeper.
It may help, when they go to rescue him. If anyone can.
[[ OOC: Real & Half-Real Plot Write-Up and Interest Check, for those just joining us. Even if you haven't left a comment there you're more than welcome to join in on finding notes!
See comments for how to use this post and tasty tasty plot hooks. ]]
TARGET | Prince of Preservation (Evdokim) - 1A
Number available: Lots
Conditions to receive from Iskierka: None
For all the centuries I spent in Preservation's Court, I still find him difficult to rightly describe. (Or rightly difficult to describe.) He was a general and an academic. He was a brilliant tactician who despised his art and a wise diplomat who oversaw the deaths of thousands. He led his people with tender kindness and love and insight and still treasured his moments alone with his murals and manuscripts and pottery fragments. He was in the end my Prince and held all my devotion, and he won it honestly.
The man who wears his skin
and out-selfhere is not my Prince even if I have his Court-gift. He is a shallow hateful shadow who prolongs conflict rather than ends it; his love of our past is perverted into a desire to keep it from all others by erasing the future.I don't know whether his gifts are still as they were on Nephele-that-is. I must go to him to know and I am loathe to learn how completely he's been distorted.
I am afraid of what he will be, and who I will be around him.