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On the evening of 24th, the twilight sky of Lunatia turns blood red. What looks like a star shines so brightly in the horizon that you avert your eyes. Familiar trumpets resound all over the city, but you don't need to look up to know who is here. Looming over the citizens of Lunatia is the masked seraphim, King Majestas.

Television channels and communication devices all over the planet are magically tuned in to his arrival whether they like it or not, and cutting off the power supply does nothing to prevent you from gazing upon his heavenly visage. Though his face is hidden behind his lion mask, his presence commands all to look upon him.

King Majestas

Twelve moons ago, the gods blessed my feeble form once again with the energy I thought I would never have again: Chroma. Every day, I savored it with the delight of a starving man. But a king does not crawl on all fours for scraps. I searched for a land that would satisfy my — nay, our hunger.

I found a most succulent feast in Port Sylvel. Yes, their Chroma was exquisite. Rejoice, for their lives have finally served a most noble purpose!

Our hearts beat once again with the vigor of ages past! It is with great honor that I resume what was left unfinished all those centuries ago. Lunatia, no, all of Prismatica will pay for their sin of pride. Prismals think themselves gods but I, the Prideful King Majestas, shall put them in their rightful place!

▶ I Can't Get Used To Living Without, Living Without, Living Without You
03/24 | Lunatia | top

Majestas removes his lion mask to reveal a face full of eyes, which his magic broadcasts all throughout the city. Making eye contact with Majestas directly for five seconds or more results in either of the following:

A Victims see an illusion created from their memories, which Majestas twists to fit his own needs. The victims are forced to gaze at their past sins and mistakes that no one else can see, showing them how small and pitiful they are. They will feel that there is no point in their struggle. They will always be tainted. The only way to salvation is through Her.

Those who succumb to the despair fall into a trance-like state, their eyes as bright and hollow as the starry night sky. As their bodies stand still, they repeat the words:

EVERY EYE SHALL SEE THEM.

Conversation is impossible. All they will say is,

EVERY EYE SHALL SEE THEM. EVERY EYE SHALL SEE THEM EVERY EYE SHALL SEE THEM EVERY EYE SHALL SEE THEM EVERYEYESHALLSEETHEMEvERYeYESHaLLSeeTHeM

Nothing you can say or do will ever reach them.

If you are unaffected, touching the victims will instantly overwhelm you with a barrage of voices in your head. You are forced into a shared trance with the victim to witness how foolish they are.

B Victims see a dream created from their desires, which Majestas twists to fit his own needs. In this dream, the victims are showered with compliments and exalted for their achievements (however paltry), filling them with a sense of (perhaps unfounded) pride. They feel it is because of Her that they are so blessed. Everyone who does not worship Her is beneath them.

Once the victims awake from their sudden slumber, their hair grows as thick and long as a lion’s mane as they begin to act with what one can call confidence at best, arrogance at worst. They will do anything to feel superior to others and step all over them. They might also, in their arrogance, begin to be more reckless in their endeavors. Crimes grow rampant as many believe themselves to be above the law.

Those with this particular affliction are beyond hope, for stupidity is impossible to cure.

Questions about who She is are always deflected and left unanswered, if not met with contempt. How could you forget your Goddess?

▶ You’re So Self-Satisfied, I Don’t Need You
03/25 | Lunatia | top

A blindfolded Magister Scientiae Alcmene manages to intercept Majestas’s broadcast by midnight. A heavily wounded Captain Natela of the Moon Knights reports that Majestas has breached the royal palace. True enough, Majestas himself soon emerges from the castle with what seems to be a young woman struggling and slowly crystallizing away as Majestas drains her of her Chroma...

It is Queen Elara. As the Moon Knights pursue her, Majestas brings her to the top of Caelus Tower, where all the Chroma of the city has converged, and commands the captured queen to revive his beloved with her power. It is time for the Beasts of the Calamity to show the planet their glory. Together, they shall claim Lunatia and its Chroma for their Goddess. Though Elara protests, she relents out of fear for the safety of the Moonblessed and her people, especially as more of the Moon Knights fall. Using the tower's orb of light, she begins the reviving ritual, ignoring the crystallization that has already encased her limbs...

The race to the tower won’t be easy. The trumpets sound once more, and all those affected from Part I grow wings like their seraphic master, a familiar sight to those who witnessed the king’s revival. With their superhuman strength and otherworldly fire magic, they attack both Prismals and Moonblessed. Joining them are Majestas’s army of winged lions and crystal lion golems. Their numbers overwhelm the Moon Knights and even the most powerful Moonblessed.

When Lunatia’s chances of winning look slim, the Lunar Scientia finishes analyzing Majestas’s magic and releases protective seals. After the tragedy of Port Sylvel, the Lunar Scientia has since collaborated with the Lyestellus Kingdom to defeat Majestas. The seals are carefully crafted from a Dracofoot leaf and able to be imbued with a fragment of the user’s humility using their Chroma.

Slap these seals on those affected and they will be freed from Majestas’s spell, no matter the stage of their control. The seals can also be worn as protection against any possession. Moonlacing is the easiest and fastest way to enchant the seals with Chroma. Channeling your own Chroma alone is possible, but will significantly drain you afterward. Use the seals to counter the Prideful King’s magic! That big ole birdbrain hates it when you do that.

As more and more Prismals and Moonblessed are reclaimed from Majestas’s possession, the Prideful King grows weaker and weaker as a result of the countering Chroma influx. The defensive magic that protects his minions weakens along with him. Moonlace with your fellow Moonblessed to power up and give him and his army a piece of your mind!

▶ God Knows, Got To Make It On My Own
03/25 - 03/27 | Lunatia | top

As the sun sets, a resounding roar of rage and agony shakes Lunatia. It is Majestas in his final moments, his sorrow hidden behind his lion mask. Perhaps he should have waited until he could use Basti’s power, but he couldn’t let the Beast take all the glory twice. He laughs to himself. In the end, his arrogance was his downfall. But that doesn’t matter anymore.

The ritual is complete. His beloved can live once again, and she will soon fulfill their duty to the Goddess in his place… Majestas has dissipated into Chroma, which now powers the business-as-usual Lunatia.

A day after the invasion, Lunatia redirects their efforts toward clean up duties and recovery. Hospitals and the local government are currently recruiting volunteers! Like many other Prismals and Moon Knights injured during the invasion, Queen Elara is currently hospitalized. Until her condition stabilizes, no one is able to reach her at this time. Until she wakes up, there are wounds to tend to, gardens to be replanted, debris to be cleared away, and buildings to be repaired.

Although the Moonblessed were essential in the fight against Majestas, some extremists feel that the Moonblessed caused more harm than good by inadvertently reviving Majestas in the first place. Anti-Moonblessed sentiments fill hashtags on social media (some by trolls and some by spam accounts) and graffiti in Level 3 and 4. However, the majority of the population and the government continues to support the Moonblessed, sending them messages of encouragement and continuing to reward them for their efforts.

A certain Moon Knight also remains by their side!

Officer Fahrouk

We went to Port Sylvel to assess its situation after King Majestas passed. The crystal lions are gone, so it’s safe for civilians to visit again. My daughter and I were able to visit the grave of my wife.

Hala was crying because she thought the Sylbelian flowers were gone, but the fields weren’t crystallized! Praise the Moons, the lands around the port seem to have normalized. But I’ll leave the detailed explanation to Lunar Scientia.

You’ll stay safe, won’t you Moonblessed? Don’t listen to those trolls online. My colleagues and I don’t blame any of you for what happened. After all that you’ve done for us, Lunatia has many to thank you for. No matter what anyone else says, I will be by your side!

▶ NOTES

KING MAJESTAS ▶ Aside from mind control and illusion magic, the Prideful King is able to conjure razor-sharp halos and wings. The color of his and his minions’s fire magic is blue.

PART I ▶ As indicated in the log, the effects in Prompt I-A and I-B can only be healed by the protective seal. Nothing else will work. Moonlacing and/or attempting to overwrite the magic will not work.

SINFUL TRANCE ▶ The victim must remember the memories playing out. It can be anything as long as they will feel ashamed of their past sins and mistakes.

SHARED TRANCE ▶ The duration can be as long as you desire while the trance is in effect. You are free to witness multiple victims’s different memories.

POSSESSION ▶ As always, customization and depth of possession is up to you. Minor details such as wing appearance and color can be freely decided by players.

PROTECTIVE SEALS ▶ As stated in the log, moonlacing is the easiest and fastest way to enchant the seals with Chroma. Channeling your own Chroma alone is possible, but will significantly drain you afterward.

OPT IN AND OUT ▶ There will be safe areas in Lunatia to evacuate to. Wearing protective seals will allow players to avoid possession effects on their characters.

▶ REMINDERS

WHAT IS THIS? ▶ Players may use the prompts in this post to make their own posts and logs for the event in the communities. This post will serve as an event directory. No RPing will take place on this post. Players may place their starters in their top-level comments and link to their posts for others to tag them there.

QUESTIONS? Questions related to this event goes to this thread in the plotting post.

HAS MY QUESTION ALREADY BEEN ANSWERED? ▶ Please read the log and previously asked questions carefully before asking any questions.

DO I HAVE TO PARTICIPATE? ▶ As always, all content is optional. You do not have to be affected by any of the prompts if you wish to opt out.

CAN I DO X? ▶ As long as you follow the game's rules, basic lore, and are mindful of people’s comfort levels, go wild!

WARNINGS/PLAYER PERMISSION ▶ Please ask for player permission before bringing up potentially sensitive subjects or triggers. Likewise, please make use of warnings and appropriate cuts.

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▶ PROMPTS
[Plotting comment and Permissions for reference]

A. In Like a Lion

[Word spreads quickly of the chaos that Majestas sows throughout the city! As a Moon Knight, Gumshoe is quick to take action! He navigates the streets frantically, in search of anyone who needs help! It won't be long until he's found someone.]

i. trances

[He's come across someone who's fallen into some kind of trance-like state, repeating that same phrase over and over. It gives Gumshoe the heebie-jeebies.]

H-hey... you okay, pal? [He reaches a hand and tries to nudge the person's shoulder, hoping that'll help them back to their senses!

But it will just drag him into the trance as well... What will he witness now?]

ii. crime lions

[Or Gumshoe might be answering a specific report! About some long-haired being committing a crime or committing some other kind of mayhem! Gumshoe bursts onto the scene and calls out to whoever fits the description!]

Hold it right there, pal!! [Now to get a better look at this person! Is it someone he recognizes, or not?]

B. Seal of Approval

[Eventually, things become even more chaotic! Gumshoe might be tough, but superhuman beings are on a whole other level! And it's best to find a peaceful way to stop them. So once he hears about these seals, he jumps on the idea of making them!

The detective is faced with whoever he's been paired with and readying himself to charge it up with some Moonlacing. He scratches at his head.]

So, how do you wanna go about this...?

[ALTERNATELY, after some seals have been prepared, it could be time for Gumshoe to face off with one of the winged soldiers! He just has to find the right opening to apply the seal...!]

C. Aftermath...matics... I dunno, not everything has to be a pun

[And after things cool down, Gumshoe can be found helping out with the relief efforts! On several fronts. He can be tending to the injured by acting as a nurse, complete with a little nurse hat on his head; or wiping sweat from his brow while replanting the garden and occasionally uttering accurate taxonomic names for some of them; or simple sorting through debris; OR preparing to clear away some of the Anti-Moonblessed graffiti, much of which is profane in nature! Or finally one can find him tired out by all of this and needing some rest/Chroma himself!]

D. Wildcard

[Feel free to come up with an alternate prompt and/or hit me up for further plotting!]

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[A: #ENERGYSWORDSUNDAY
[It had already been a long, insane night. After King Majestas hijacked the network, Rochelle was at a neighboring news station near Caelus Tower, talking to reporters and producers to figure out how they could get a broadcast out. Come midnight, she walked out of the building...

... and was greeted by two winged fucking lions.

The bodies of several Moon Knights, unmoving, already tells her this was a shit situation to be in. She catches a glance up at the light and chaos coming from Caelus Tower nearby, then looks back at the lions slowly approaches, ready to pounce, growls in their throats. Oh, what the fuck.

One lunges her. Rochelle barely dodges out of the way. Another tries to close the distance and swipes a claw at her, nicking her temple. The force stumbles her. She fumbles for the gun under her jacket when the other claws at her leg from behind, knocking her off her feet.

The second takes it's chance and pounces on top of her. Rochelle tries to scream, but a heavy paw on her gut knocks the wind out of her. Choking, kicks, flails, and tries to pull the magnum up to its neck. Unfortunately, her arm just barely softens the blow of a third swipe, and a solid paw smacks her hard in the face and knocks the gun out of her hands.

The lion bellows in her face. Dazed, Rochelle can already feel her eye start to swell and blood pour from her nose. Jesus christ. This was it. She survives a zombie apocalypse, only to die to a fucking winged lion.

Her head lolls to the side. Then, blearily, she catches the glint of something next to her, laying by a Moon Knight's corpse. It looks like... an ornate rod. Or something. Almost like a hilt, with fine, silver etchings around some kind of button. Whatever it is, it's the next best thing she's got. Coughing, she reaches for it, and swings it against the lion's temple with a wild, defiant scream.

Somehow, her finger hits the button and a beam bursts out of the rod. It's bright, blood red, flat, roughly ten inches long, and pierces through the crystal lion's skull like it's absolutely nothing.

Oh, holy shit. She has a sword.

Some kind of... beam sword?? Or something. The lion seizes. A long, long silence passes. Then, finally, it topples to it's side. The second lion stares, but Rochelle wastes no time on the ground. She stumbles shakily back to her feet, sliced-up leg and all, and swings at it - a sword with a blade made of burning red energy, lighting up her bloody face.]

BACK OFF!

[B: YOU'RE SO SELF-SATISFIED]
[After that horrible start to her night, Rochelle manages to stumble to Lunar Scientia - and relative safety. You know, like how she thought Lunatia was supposed to be relatively safe too. The first thing she wanted to do, in all honesty, was get a hold of Nick and get the hell out of here. But a few scientists convinced her she needed something to protect her.

Besides, you know, using a gigantic beam sword.

What she didn't expect, though, was to be handed a leaf. After they bandaged up her leg and forehead, they did... something. Some kind of magic. It took Chroma, they said, and a lot of it. The finished product was a protective seal made from a Dracofoot leaf, and they explained the process to her step-by-step.

She stared at the thing as they handed her more leaves, telling her they had to help anyone they came across. They also tell her she needs to rest her leg before she goes anywhere. So here she was, hiding out near Lunar Scientia's entrance, turning a Dracofoot leaf over in her hands.

She looks up at the nearest person. After the fight with those winged lions, she had a nasty black eye. Dried blood sat around her nose and forehead too, an obnoxiously large adhesive bandage taped her to her temple.

Despite it, she's smiling.]

Do you know magic? 'Cause I sure as hell don't.

[C: GOD KNOWS]
[Luckily, the insanity only lasted the night. A few days later, Rochelle was going back to work like nothing happened.

Until someone spray-painted the front door of the TV station.

GET OFF THE TV
YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE
YOU KNOW WHAT YOU DID

It's a stupid sentiment. Hell, it's a barely legible one. Despite herself, though, Rochelle stared at it for a long damn time.

As an associate producer, she wasn't normally on TV. But they put her on once, a couple weeks back, as a fun meet-the-staff sort of introduction, a way to show the public who they were.

Her Prismal boss assured her that she had nothing to be afraid of. Everyone here liked her, wanted her around. The sentiment was nice, a far cry from anything she ever got at her old news job back home. But it was hard NOT to worry. She saw what social media said. She saw some of the graffiti on Level 3.

And it was hard not to think of home. Back when the infection hit. Rochelle was immune. Then she and the others got to New Orleans and the writing was on the wall. Literally. The infection had carriers, people who were infected, didn't turn, and unconsciously spread it around. People declared open season on all carriers, and the mix of infected and uninfected bodies in the street was something Rochelle would never forget.

The only good carrier is a dead carrier, they said.

Eyes not leaving the wall, Rochelle slowly sat down by a table outside. Quiet. Staring for a long damn time.]

Shit, I'm not even the one on TV.

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▶ PROMPTS

I. crime time

[Or: Lorenz was already sufficiently well-maned and confident, thanks, so while he isn't under the effects of the dream— and as such, isn't trying to commit crimes or step on anybody— one too many paranoid natives who are sick of the affected have caught him tossing his hair luxuriously and decided to put a stop to his terrible deeds before he can actually cause trouble. Cutting him off at the pass, as it were. Nipping that shit in the bud, except— you know, except for the fact that he hasn't had any dreams and doesn't appreciate the attempts to stop him from doing things he had no intention of doing.

Frankly!! The nerve!!! Catch him either:

A. in an argument with a native, who keeps trying to make a grab for a handful of his hair while Lorenz squawks indignantly about that, OR

B. just standing here, looking all puffed up and full of it, this time out of spite. Like a bird flashing its ostentatious feathers as a threat, really... do not Fuck with him...]

Can I help you? I must ask you not take a single step closer unless I can see your hands clearly. Which I mean no offense by. But it's been a long day.

[Maybe he should just start stepping on people... no, no, he still has his dignity.]

II. chroma seals

[Magic seals... Alright. Magic is not his strong suit and besides a perfunctory handshake here and there he has no idea how the Chroma business actually works, but you know, if it will end the madness running rampant in this strange city faster, so be it. Fighting these people with actual weaponry seems, uh, not great once he witnesses firsthand the spell breaking with a simple seal.

So. He has a handful of seals awaiting a charge, and after he rifles through them businesslike and tucks all but one into an inside pocket of his coat, he looks around for someone else who looks... not possessed by some terrible monstrosity... and holds out his hand.]

Good day, my name is Lorenz Hellman Gloucester. Kindly do not read into this anything beyond a plea to help aid... them and I will take my leave shortly. Thank you.

[Cool, yep, there is no less casual way he could have done this. Hold his hand for profit and only for profit. He's doing great.]

III. volunteering

[In the aftermath, it only feels right to lend a hand where hands are needed. So Lorenz, who still cannot even volunteer casually and will indeed turn up to get his hands dirty in all his finery can be found:

A. at the hospital, helping with basic wounds. He's no healer, but he's a wizard with a bandage roll and that's close enough. If you also happen to be in the hospital, injured, but not a patient because you're that kind of tough-it-out dork, know that Lorenz will spot you and he will put you on blast, loudly:]

Excuse me! Stop right there! Hold that position and do not move until your injury is looked at!

[Don't make him repeat himself!!! OR he can be found:

B. gardening. In his prissy clothes, crouched in a flowerbed, tsking over the smashed flowers.]

Truly a pity... Natural beauty, wasted at the source. [:( flowers]

IV. misc more vague prompts

[Or: The daily life section. When things have cooled off for the most part and whatever counts as normalcy has been restored, that steal leaves Lorenz a confused ye olde in a neon futuristic crazy town. While he is not necessarily embarrassed to ask strangers for, like, help... he still kind of is, so at any given moment he's definitely being metaphorically wasted by the learning curve and pretending he isn't.

Things one might encounter him doing range from shopping for his aesthetic, which is not hard to guess; trying to find the best tea shop in the entire city; being frustrated by technology, specifically Social Media including trying to block and report every anti-Moonblessed account he comes across; and honestly probably just getting lost... city large.

This is basically the expanded wildcard option(tm). Go truly wild.]

ooc.

[you may find me at jojoveller or pm with questions/etc, info/kinks here, your charm stat better be off the charts to get nasty, etc.]

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A. Living Without You (closed to housemates)

[ The Prideful King’s broadcast forces itself onto the holoscreen of Cehd’ra’s ‘book’, overriding the novel he’d been working on with his very ominous speech. Cehd’ra’s ears twist back as he tries to turn the thing off with no success, going so far as to shake it with an irritated growl.

The King removes his mask and Cehd’ra glares in defiance. ]

. . .

[ His housemates will find him slumped back in a chair in the common room, his book having clattered to the floor, it’s soft blue light illuminating him from below. Yet his eyes are open and unblinking, his pupils blown wide.

The light cannot reach him. It’s far, far too dark where he is now. ]

...every eye...shall see them...

B. You’re So Self-Satisfied… (OTA)

[ The trumpets sound and Cehd’ra answers, multiple wings carrying him towards Caelus Tower. He sees now. He understands his place, and to those who as of yet do not…

Wind whistles past his ears as he suddenly dives, honing in on one such target. Blue flame erupts in his palms and surrounds them, serving as his weapons with which he swipes at a Prismal’s exposed back. The poor scrawny rabbit goes down with a wail, curling in on himself and clutching at the burn on his back. The smell of burned fur and singed flesh curls in the air.

With a snarl he raises a burning hand to strike again--yet he holds, eyes fixing on something new.

Another Moonblessed. ]

C. ...I Don’t Need You (Open to one, first come first serve)

[ Even with the King’s gifts, Cehd’ra is not much of a combatant. He’s worn and wounded, having been driven off one time too many by Moonblessed and Prismal alike. Worse still the tide is finally and fully turning. There are Moonblessed armed with seals, robbing the King’s soldiers of their power, blinding them once more to the truth…

Cehd’ra eyes one such Moonblessed now, hissing a warning. Flames sputter and surround his hands once more as he braces for one final skirmish. ]

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one.

[ the problem is, the message is an easy one. the teachings of the church in ishgard had focused on similar things: prioritizing repenting for past sins and mistakes (excepting, of course, those at the founding of their nation; a wonder it all survived so long built as a house of cards on top of hypocrisy); that salvation could only be through Her. of course, in ishgard that reference was unambiguous, it meant Halone, the Fury. but the message, the feeling, the guilt -- it's all ingrained in him in a way that's inseparable from his being.

and, of course he looks, because he wants to know more about this place. he'd heard about this king, and he'd seen the devastation at port sylvel. better to gaze and know one's enemy than shy away in fear. it's the wrong decision, but he has no way of knowing that, no warning. it's only seconds before he's trapped in thoughts he'd encountered plenty of times on his own without majestas' help. but this time, he cannot fight back. and those that he could not save haunt him through illusions.

he could not save them. he was not enough. ishgard should have picked any other.

and one thought stands out among the rest: the only way to salvation is through Her, of course. hasn't that always been true? ]

Every eye shall see them.

two.

a.
[ in the battle that ensues, he is drawn to fight for the righteous and the holy. blue and white feathered wings make it easier to attack and stay out of the range of his foes. the strength and fire complement his sword techniques. they must claim lunatia and the chroma for their goddess and make things right again. and he will fight to his last breath to do so, because their goddess is their salvation and that was all that mattered anymore. nothing can get through to him without the seals, but even then he fights with everything he can to keep them away from him. it's his duty to win this fight. ]

b.
[ once cured of the possession (and deeply ashamed, if not also wounded), aymeric is intent on fighting against majestas, his golems, and the possessed moonblessed, not about to be told to go home and rest. it doesn't matter that he barely knows these people or why lunatia mattered -- he'd become captive to majestas, and so too had many other moonblessed. as long as he can fight he will.

of course, there's always the other thing they need, and that's chroma. so if he needs to hold someone's hand for the good of lunatia, so be it. he's willing to give his body to the cause. ]

three.

[ restoration efforts after the fight are continuing apace! and although he would gladly cook his way into the good graces of the government through much needed supplies, he finds himself drawn to helping with the gardens and helping bring that little bit of color back to life. there's something undeniably soothing about it, and after all that's happened, he could really use it. he even finds clothes to wear that aren't armor! incredible!

of course, if he sees someone, he can't help but ask: ]

How are you holding up?

wildcard.

[ want something non-event related? just want to hang out around town? throw me a prompt of your own or pm me to plot! ]

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► [Event] A - An Eye for an Eye
[It was not such a grandiose surprise when it came to broadcasts made across Lunatia. Sometimes it was the network. Sometimes it seemed to be the Moonknights. When it came to something dire, Perne has oft quickly hidden herself away and made herself scarce. With what happens in this instant, she has no time, no opportunity to do so.

There are eyes beneath that mask. So. Many. Eyes.

And she sees something. Something that she has only ever seen in her night terrors. A repetition that has long since tainted her.]

Every eye shall see them.

~~~

[She fought along him once, to the best of her ability. Lance in grasp, intricate point ripping through fabric and flesh alike. Not simply her weapon, but his as well, as joined as their hearts had been. The stone cold features of them both, betraying the hint of remorse. She wished they could have done things differently. But she came to understand that a silver tongue would do nothing. The Inquisition and those who supported them would hear only force.

They suffered for their truths. They suffered for their revolution. They suffered to fight the injustice that had seeped into the veins of the Ishgardian people. She and he worked in under the cloak of the dark. A younger, more foolish girl, burning with the fury of rebellion, with the desire for freedom, not yet resigned to the truths of the world.

It could have gone on forever. And then he was gone. Taken from her. She lived. She survived. He didn't. And in the end, it all came down to her. She could have saved him. She should have. Instead, she humoured him and he paid the price.

The late Aubrent de Lemelle.]

~~~

[It is simply the flash of images. Of blood spilled, staining pale and dark flesh. Of the collision of weaponry. Of fallen bodies. Of the Inquisition calling on them both. Of coin falling for the sake of Perne's freedom. Of the blows received for her indiscretions. As if her very breathing had been naught short of sin.]

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► [Event] B - Seraphic in Nature
[~~She can be your angle or yuor devil~~

She has lost herself, if one could ever claim she has ever had herself. She serves another now, where she would ordinarily refuse to serve anyone other than her own indulgences, her own ends. Perne stands, rather levitates, seraphic wings sprung from her back, an occasional flap to keep her afloat. She is prepared.

Prepared to stand against you. Prepared to stop you. Prepared only to achieve Majesta's desires.]

You shall not pass.

[Or shall you?]

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► [Non-Event] C - [is] for Cordis Moon
[It has happened at last. Perne has finally found herself at the mercy of the Cordis moon. She appears to be a moth of some kind. Dark eyes. Dark hair. A set of what appear to be incredibly soft and fuzzy antennae. Two predominantly light wings accented by soft and dark features. Four arms to grant touch in abundance.

And a deeply insatiable appetite. She is about to literally spend every last bit of Chroma she has made and she suspects she will regret it.

It has taken a great amount of courage for her to leave her residence, but she must needs feed. So that is what she is doing.

She stops you with the one free hand. Perne gestures with it upward toward the shelf before her, her others occupied with things she is already carrying. A variety of food types. Nothing she has to cook herself because she has no idea how to cook.]

Get that for me. And the one next to it. [A pause.] Just bring all of it down, if you would.

[She's famished.]

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► [Non-Event] D - Good things come in Threes (Triple Moon)
[Somehow, she has survived this month. Thus far. But that may be preemptive confidence. How long has it been...? Another moon? She keeps doing this. She'll end up seeing herself become a permanent piece of decor if she doesn't do something about it.

...But she just can't say something. She can't ask. It's embarrassing. That is a muted thought in the back of her mind. She has felt more forward and as a result, has had to distance herself from the accord she's made, though he may not agree with her.

She has made way for the groves in an attempt to distract herself with the local flora and fauna. It does not compare to the outside. The lush, deep, thick forests in which she cannot travel alone. One day, she will, however. Today is not that day. Her tone in hand, she's attempting to sketch.

Four hands do not make this easy and she quickly grows frustrated.]

Damned arms.

[This is not a good distraction. She needs a better one. Please distract her.]

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▶ For Whom Weeps the Storm?

[ With the city in disarray and Majestas' broadcast driving the city mad, it's a lucky thing Qih'sae managed to avoid getting possessed. Sure, he'd turned off the broadcast because it wasn't really his cup of tea, but that dumb luck hasn't failed him yet.

He certainly doesn't feel lucky when he starts hearing screams in the streets and panic all around him. These are the situations he excels in, and he leaps to action without any hesitation. He takes to the city, offering his abilities to any who'll take them. ]

Are you hurt? [ He waves his staff, casting a healing spell -- uh, will it even do anything on someone who's possessed? Probably not. But hey, if this doesn't work, there's always moonlacing. ] Stand still, don't let them grab you!

▶ Her tears on our skin

[ The next day, Qih'sae finds himself at one of the safe houses. It's been a rough day to say the least, but he's all smiles as he offers his aid and hands out seals. Maybe you're just hanging out because you want to avoid all the fighting, or maybe the day's rest has finally caught up to you -- truthfully, even Qih'sae looks a bit tired, but he seems determined not to let it show. ]

Your friends will be alright once we hit them with one of these! [ He shows off his own seal, slapped onto his wrist. It's poking out of his glove a bit, but it's there. ] Or so they tell me. Tomorrow is a new day, in any case. We won't save anyone if we don't rest.

[ Aw, look at him. He's learning. ]

▶ [Battle Theme Intensifies]

[ Qih'sae is ready this time. With pockets full of seals and his staff at the ready, Qih'sae prepares to fight off another horde of mind-controlled friends(?) and enemies. At least this time instead of having to kill them, all he has to do is slap a seal on them and at most have sex with them. What could possibly go wrong?

Oh, yes, they have superhuman strength and otherwordly fire magic, that's what could go wrong. Qih'sae is maybe not doing as well as he thought he might. Surrounded by flames and reduced to standing on one knee. How is he already out of breath? ]

If I die here... I'll never hear the end of it.

[ He could really use a tank right about now. ]

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i. shared trance ( cw: burning, physical abuse )

a, near the beginning of the event
[ in the illusion, serge is a child. he can’t be older than ten, which means the young girl nearby can’t be older than eight. she’s watching in horror as her mother, his aunt, decides where best, and how best, serge ought to be punished for one mistake or another.

it doesn’t really matter what it was, or what she decided—the crux of serge’s horror comes when the girl rushes in to stop her mother. when she’s brushed aside, her long hair catches fire. there’s a blur of names—angeline! serge!—before both women turn to look at him. his aunt, with fury; angeline, with remorse, even as the flames lick up her face and burn her with a scar serge knows will last.

the illusion shifts then. his aunt disappears, and angeline becomes a different person. her voice changes, but she’s still crying out for serge—no, he is. gilbert is. at the mercy of some invisible force within the illusion, the young man’s body blooms with wounds and bruises, and every new appearance of one has him gasping for serge to save him.

serge can’t. he doesn’t. that is the nature of the curse. ]

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b, after the end of the event
[ what’s done is done, and what’s been seen has been seen. the only thing serge can do is try to make amends for putting anyone through that.

ever dutiful, serge seeks out those who might have been drawn into the trance with him—while his memories of it all are hazy, he remembers the people with him, because at the time it had almost felt like a desperate necessity that anyone and everyone witnessed what a fool he had been.

he was wrong, and so he sends as many apologies as he must. ]

I am so sorry you had to see the things that I showed you. Those memories were intended to remain my own, and I’ve hurt you when you were only trying to help me.

I can only ask your forgiveness, if you are willing to give it.

- Serge

ii. you’re so self-satisfied

[ serge has never felt quite like this. he feels powerful, and at the same time, very far away from himself. he’s only ever been a noble at best, after all—never someone with the actual, physical capability to wreak all the havoc that’s ever crossed his heart and mind.

majestas’ possession gives him that, and unfortunately, it forces him to use it. he’s not thinking clearly when he lashes out; he’s still mired deep in his own grief at all the things he failed to do, people he failed to save with his own useless hands, and if fixing it means fighting his fellow moonblessed for the realization of majestas’ goal, the possession has him thinking so be it.

so he lashes out, with claws and fire, regardless of who it is he’s facing—friend or stranger, if they’re standing in his way, he can’t allow the slight. those who stand against majestas stand against the future of lunatia. ]

iii. aftermath

[ serge is sorry.

there’s no other word for it. he is sorry, and while the forgiveness of his peers would be what he would prefer to receive, there’s something—someone—he must address as well. it’s been a long time since he’s said a prayer.

he posts to the network first. ]

I hope everyone is doing well. I know this month hasn’t been easy.

I’m having a small gathering for prayer in the Greatmoon Groves this afternoon. I’m afraid I’m not a priest, or even a member of the clergy at all, but I can offer support as a friend just the same.

[ and he means it! so when the afternoon comes, serge can be found in the park, writing down meditations into his journal. when someone comes close, whether they want to join him or not, he raises his head with a warm, albeit tired, smile. ]

Are you here to pray?

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01. AMIDST THE TRANCE [LEVEL 2]

[Some say there are a lot of advantages to living your life unplugged... but the decision the jinba living at Tsurugi Farmstead made is far less about that and far more about Lunatian technology being a bit overwhelming for two seventeenth century Japanese country bumpkins. The "programs" are loud and confusing, so their home doesn't contain a television or any screen, and they prefer interacting in person, so why keep that device on a wrist? Konoha only realy uses it to contact specific people or to pay for things, so it's tucked away in her wallet, currently buried beneath the groceries she's hauling home from market.

So a broadcast from a giant, multi-eyed lion seraphim? She misses that.

People she begins to pass not moving and staring upwards while repeating very disturbing lines about eyes over and over? She doesn't miss that.

Hackles up, Konoha tries to suppress the desire to approach, afraid that this might be another one of the strange events that occasionally rocked the city, fear growing in the pit of her stomach for her husband. About to kick into a gallop, she has to stop, though, at the sight of someone familiar. Unable to ignore their plight, she calls out their name, once, twice, reaches out... and her fingers wrap around their arm.]

02. MAJESTAS'S ARMY [LEVEL 2]

[Nothing she'd done had helped the people strangely frozen with their eyes to the sky. Touching them... touching them had probably been a mistake, because Konoha has seen some things that, if they were true and not just hallucinations...

How much time had passed while she watched the dreams of those she'd tried to save from their strange trances? She has to get home-

Turning tail from the sounds of chaos rising in the city, Konoha breaks into a run, fingers white knuckled where she clenches the girth tight around her equine belly. Lowering her spine to the angle that best mimicked a true horse and allowed her to pick up speed, hoofbeats heavy and loud on the stone paths... and even louder, as she suddenly clatters to a stop to avoid colliding with a large shadow that bursts from the treeline-

And roars.]

A. [In the face of a sudden threat, a creature with wings and fangs and claws that looked like a giant cat... Konoha freezes. Her hearts are pounding in her chests, her breath is trapped in her lungs, and a shudder travels down her spine. She knows she has to move, she knows-

But her legs aren't responding... and the winged lion is a second away from pouncing.]

B. [It's only the sight of someone else scrambling away from the beast that manages to pull Konoha from her shock, fighting past the instinct to freeze or flee to instead gather her courage... and spring forward.]

Grab on!!

[She must mean to her, because there's no time to stop and make this an easy mount. She gallops forward recklessly, human arms outstretched and ready to either scoop or help the other other swing onto her back.]

03. VOLUNTEER WORK [LEVEL 2 & 3]

[Konoha doesn't join the fight in the city, instead hunkering down through the chaos in the Groves once she manages to return to her husband's side. A part of her feels guilty, knowing that when these things happened it was others who stepped up to join the fight, to restore peace... but she also knew her own capabilities. She wasn't a fighter, no adventuring warrior... She'd only be a distraction, or be in the way...

So she does her part in other ways. When the call goes out to volunteer in the aftermath, she responds, and can be found here and there throughout the city helping with the injured and the clean-up.]

HOSPITAL. [A rap on the door announces the arrival of a nurse... or, rather, a candy-striper. A very large, centaur-shaped candy-striper with a colorful apron tied around her waist and equine shoulders and a little cap perched on top of her head, who opens the door to the ward with a tentative little smile, poking her head in to see if the occupant was awake.]

Hey there... Feeling up to eating?

[In her hands is a tray of food that... seems quite nice-looking, for hospital fare.]

GARDENING. [Maybe it isn't much, in the grand scheme of things... But Konoha still gladly ties her hair up and gets her hocks wet wading into the half-dried mess of what was once a lovely flower bed before a fight burst a water main nearby and tore through the soil. Pulling out water-logged plants and assembling them to the side, shifting soil back into place and trying not to damage the few flowers left alive, she takes a moment to hop out of the bed and oversee the progress, tapping a back hoof on the street absently as she hums in thought. Okay- ]

Do you think the blue ones should go in the center... ? I've never planted flowers before... you don't have to worry about what color your rice seedlings are...

GRAFFITI. [An advantage to centaur height means that Konoha can reach quite high up, which... is something of a big help when it comes to scrubbing graffiti off of walls. The power washer was a bit intimidating, to be honest, so she sticks to old school scrubbing, four legs splayed for balance as she leans up to scrub away at what remained of "MOON~~BLESSED~~", just one of the colorful, negative tags defacing the building. Still, she tries to keep her smile on, turning it towards her fellow volunteer.]

Guess everything's back to normal if people have time to do stuff like this, right... ?

[Right?]

04. WILDCARD

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▶ I CAN'T GET USED TO LIVING WITHOUT, LIVING WITHOUT, LIVING WITHOUT YOU [A]

[Okay, the sky turning blood red is eerie, but Hijikata doesn't pay it much mind. Maybe the dusk is just a little more intense today. Even as the bright light appears, the trumpets sound and the lion-masked seraph appears on every communicator screen around him he still just wonders if it's a special event he didn't know about, some kind of concert with a light show or whatnot. But when Majestas speaks he loses his cool.]

That bastard! He's the one who killed all those people!

[The mission to Port Sylvel is still fresh on his mind. Hell, he's had nightmares of those ghostly whispers on the wind. He's furious and ready to kick the Prideful King's ass - sure, he's big, but as long as he's not a ghost (or a dentist) Hijikata isn't afraid. He starts making his way in his general direction, glaring daggers at him... and then stops moving in the middle of the pedestrian walkway, arms going slack at his sides as his eyes start to glow.]

Every eye shall see them.

[OOC: please press 1 for a tragic incident from his childhood (eye trauma warning!), 2 for his love life and how he ruined it, or 3 for some nasty battle violence! If you have no preference I'll draw straws.]

▶ YOU’RE SO SELF-SATISFIED, I DON’T NEED YOU

[You're not possessed? Congratulations, you now have this crystal-winged, glowy-eyed bundle of aggression coming down on you. He just straight-up pummels into you from above to throw you down. If he succeeds he'll try to stay on top of you and strangle you, for a start. He seems to have forgotten that he has a samurai sword on his belt.]

Where do you think you're going?!

▶ GOD KNOWS, GOT TO MAKE IT ON MY OWN

[After it's all over Hijikata feels like crap. This seems like a as good a time as any to sign himself up for the Moon Knights; they can probably use some reinforcements now after how many of them got hurt and probably killed. Even if they won't recruit him right away - he'd be surprised if they did - they may assign him to some relief effort they're running.]

[He stops in front of a vast structure on Level 1, having followed the navigation system on his wrist. This looks nothing like the Shinsengumi headquarters back in Edo, so he'll just make sure he's in the right place. He taps the nearest person on the shoulder.]

Hey, this is the Moon Knight Headquarters, yeah?

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( A: I CAN'T GET USED TO LIVING WITHOUT, LIVING WITHOUT, LIVING WITHOUT YOU. )
[ Weiss never considered herself to be a fool. Growing up, all she did was calculated, planned, thought of, because any word spoken impulsively, any action done rashly, anything without approval would mean punishment. Not in the form of violence, not in the form of having a prized toy taken away from you, but the punishment was her father's approval. As the grew older, the need for approval turned into disdain. All she was as a child was a tool, something to be presented to the masses to gain respect and attention, to hide the Schnee family name's unjust actions. . . particularly the actions of her own father, Jacques Schnee.

Perhaps one might think that Weiss wouldn't be affected at all by Majestas. There isn't anything she's done that's foolish, after all... Or perhaps there is, when twisted to once again toy with the former heiress. At a banquet, she makes a scene, yelling at nobles and the richest people in Atlas—no, possibly even Remnant—that their problems don't matter. Her father tries to silence her, pry her away from the scene, but she pulls away and falls, summoning a Boarbatusk. A Grimm at a party, attacking one of her father's guests, only to be shot down and killed by General Ironwood.

She should have been arrested. She's wanted for treason in Atlas now, or so the military says, but this should have been the main reason why she should be behind bars... ]

Every eye shall see them.

[ And her words repeat themselves, in her mind and out loud. At first, she's able to walk around and do her daily tasks despite being in a trance, but the more she relives the memory, the more she realises... yes, that's right. Weiss Schnee is a fool. A dumb girl who shouldn't have followed her heart. She should have just stayed at home where it was safe, to follow orders like a doll. She didn't, which leads her to kneel on the ground in the middle of Level 2, hands clutching her head like she's gotten the worst headache. She's trying her best not to cry. ]

( B: YOU'RE SO SELF-SATISFIED, I DON'T NEED YOU. )
[ This wouldn't be the first time Weiss has had wings. It's angel-like, with her pale skin, her long white hair, those red lips... she would probably be beautiful to look at, if not for the fact that she's unable to speak coherent words, merely mumbling something about eyes. In her tranced state, it's difficult to tell who is friend or foe. She merely follows the voice in her head.

Anyone who passes by her while she's up in the sky may end up being stuck in a black Glyph that's summoned at their feet. It renders one to weigh more than they should, rendering their movements slow. Best watch out too, because she's diving straight for you! ]

( C: GOD KNOWS, GOT TO MAKE IT ON MY OWN. )
[ With the combined efforts of a dummy and a maiden, a seal is put on Weiss. It's after battle with two people she could never hope to beat in a fight, so after having her Aura depleted and then some, she's succumbed to some injuries that brings her to the hospital. She's not down for long, though. Weiss never is. Even though she should be resting in her own room, she can be found either:

ONE — with a group of children, sitting in front of a piano as she plays them songs. Come join them! It doesn't seem like these children hate Weiss or the other Moonblessed for the chaos that ensued;

TWO — sneaking out to go to the gardens behind the hospital, or perhaps she's already there, writing in her journal and you sit down next to her! Some of the patients go out there for sunlight, but her injuries make moving pretty difficult! Even just slapping her on the shoulder would make her feel an immense amount of pain. ]

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[ I didn't put any other prompts after the hospital one, but I'd love to do some Moon Knights stuff or anti-Moonblessed stuff post event! If you'd like to do anything related to that, please feel free to hit me up with your own starter, or hit me up here! ]

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▶ I CAN'T GET USED TO LIVING WITHOUT, LIVING WITHOUT, LIVING WITHOUT YOU [A]:

"Every eye shall see them."

Finn remembered Majestas from the last time he appeared. Back then, he learned the hard way to not look directly at the... beast. Whatever he was. And yet, the lesson didn't seem to take.

It had only been a glance. He just wanted to get closer, get others to safety, no delusions about fighting the damn thing this time.

But now he was stuck staring at it, standing there and murmuring to himself with a dead gaze that would freak him out later.

And if someone touched him there were too many things to see. All the while, through each one, that purple-webbed infection grew more and more until it looked suffocating...

Fighting on the back of a gigantic black dragon that sounded awfully similar to this Basti rumor. Training hard, too hard, with his lightsaber next to a river with Maul. Clearly unable to control his body in an illuminated cave while others tried to stop him from leaving... or killing an unconscious woman... Kneeling in a large red room in front of a throne, crying as he got a new name.

But the most prevalent memory is on the bridge of a Star Destroyer, looking out into space at what his people had done under his orders. A planet burning, the crust cracking with plasma spilling through the core, and a fleet of ships being destroyed one by one like insects. Mon Cala cruisers, StarFortress bombers, Y-Wings, A-Wings... X-Wings. But he wasn't crying this time.

He just looked tired.

▶ YOU’RE SO SELF-SATISFIED, I DON’T NEED YOU:

Finn's not himself by any stretch of the imagination. He acts almost automaton, working on the King's orders.

His new wings flare out behind him, though he rarely takes flight. He doesn't really need them to dodge any attacks that badly. The Moon Knights have little strength against him and the Darksaber.

He moves quickly, using those ruthless techniques Maul worked so hard to pound into him. The wings help with mobility and speed, at least, making him nearly untouchable.

So there he is, cutting a swath through people who are trying to save this place.

▶ GOD KNOWS, GOT TO MAKE IT ON MY OWN:

No, he doesn't want to talk about it.

Finn primarily works on clean up, grinding himself to the bone on hard labor to pick up pieces of buildings and homes. There's not much of that to do, thankfully, but the repairs are going to take a while. He's not much of a carpenter but he helps where he can.

When there's none of that left to do or when he's inevitably shooed away, Finn goes walking. He ignores the anti-Moonblessed things going on all around him, not letting himself even form an opinion of it. He's going to get a drink at the nearest bar he can find, whiskey, plenty of it, until his head's mostly on the bar than his shoulders.

Maybe he'll find another sort of distraction... if he can stand to be around anyone long enough.

... He should start making sake again.

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[ ooc: Finn's going to be around a good bit. If you want him before all of this, afterwards, or at some point in between, I'M UP FOR IT!! Just go ahead with a prompt of your own or hit me up at #jb9174 or linatrinch. ♥ ]

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Bring me a dream

[ It's not something Ozpin would have fallen to, if he had seen and had known the King's powers. Of course he had discussed it in passing but this was far too fast for even him to protect himself from. Before he even had a chance to lift his arms above his eyes to protect himself Majestas's grip had already latched into his mind. There those horrible failures would continue to play out while his own body went ridgid as he stood, rotted into place, speaking the words so many are probably saying right now: ] Every eye...shall see them.

[ It's not without some fight, given how tightly his cane is gripped in his hands, but of course he can't manage to break the spell alone, so an assist might be needed. ]

I want to break free!

[ When the fighting begins Ozpin is there to assist. His attacks aren't meant to harm or hurt, but more like debilitate and facilitate an easier time of getting seals on people. The only things he attacks with force are those lions, knowing the extent of their power and their bites crystallizing impact on the body. He'll put some barriers around people who need, is that a lion about to pounce on you, not quite as a greenish electrified looking dome will erect itself between you and that foe. Ozpin will give a curt nod as he dashes forward using his aura and momentum to knock into the lion with a grunt. ]

Best to watch each other's backs, hm? [ He'll deflect some incoming projectiles with his cane, moving in such a way that green after images form in the air. He'll turn back to whoever it might be he's fighting with, a smirk touching his lips. ] Do you have any seals on you? I'll distract them long enough to get one on.

Aftermath

[ Of course Ozpin will be there when all is said and done. He wanders mostly, cane tapping lightly as he walks between injured and those trying to help. He's almost in a fugue like state before he finally snaps out of it by running into someone. He looks...tired, but otherwise fine. Having people see his past mistakes and reliving them all over again, as if he hadn't just done that months ago in Remnant. Like some sort of cruel joke he has to witness his past lover kill him and his children again...over and over. His eyes close for a moment as he pinches the bridge of his nose, a soft exhale escaping him before he opens them again, hand resting on his cane with the other. He looks...exhausted now, but manages a small apologetic smile. ] My apologies. I...wasn't paying attention. Is there something you need?

[ Ozpin you look like you need something more than anyone?? Please. ]

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I can't get used to living without you

A. Maybe I'm a lion...

[Sun falls a victim to the dreams. He gets praised for everything. His huntsman skills, his thief skills. Everything. And it's all thanks to Her that he's so blessed with his skills. Yes, Her. This is clearly the case and he should praise Her and smite all who do not believe.

Sun's already bright blond hair grows into a long mane, making him look like a lion. His tail is still a monkey one so he is now a Lionkey.

He walks with this high and mighty attitude, pushing away people in his way instead of dodging them. Someone complains about it and he looks behind his shoulder with a scary glare on his face.]

Shut up. You're not worthy of talking with me. Only those who praise Her are.

[He then continues on his way. Someone gets really angry over him pushing so he punches them without much of a care.]

B. The crime continues

[Instead of being sneaky as he usually is, Sun uses this newfound confidence he has to just steal from people in the broad daylight. When someone makes a complaint, he knocks them out or into the nearest other person before leaving.

He even takes things from the stores, fighting any of the people trying to stop him with his fists. It's not before multiple people apprehend him at once that he takes out his staff to fight them.

He stands above Prismals that he knocked down, looking around him.]

This is what happens to you losers when you try to oppose one of Her supporters. Remember that well.

You're so self-satisfied

C. Fighting for Her

[No matter what, no matter how, Sun arrives to join King Majesta's army. As the fight begins, he slaps his hands together to manifest his clones - but instead of just being made of light, they're made of fire. Like Sun currently, they also have wings that help with anyone trying to pass through air.

When the clones disappear, he takes his weapon and starts attacking anyone close by, changing between a pole and nunchakus, between hitting people and firing bullets or fire at them.]

God knows, got to make it on my own

D. Aftermath

[Sun was fighting recklessly at the expense of his Aura, so he ended up getting injured enough to need a stay in the hospital. A few times he's insisted on being fine and that he could go help with things outside, but eventually he gave up on trying to leave.

You want to visit him? Well, good luck. He's pretending to be very much asleep whenever someone walks in. He doesn't want to talk to anyone, really. He's sulking and doesn't just want to address this whole issue if he can avoid it.]

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1. Observation

[ Cid's got his goggles down over his eyes, they're providing him some sort of protection but he did have a close call so he's looking at those protective seals. As a Garlean, he hadn't got any magical aptitude whatsoever but this Chroma is something else. Instead of actually using the seals as they were intended, he's... trying to reverse engineer it.

He holds up the delicate leaflike seal up to the light with one hand while recording his notes with the other onto some sort of portable notebook tablet. This barely has the touch of any hands on it, yet it's perfectly crafted. Will wonders ever cease? ]

Ah, sorry to bother --

[ He says, to the first person he manages to catch the eye of. ]

I haven't the foggiest clue how this Moonloosing works and I'm lacking some data.

[ Cid holds out the seal. ]

You can have this one if you can figure out how to activate it. I've got loads too, in case that doesn't work out.

2. Clean Up Duty

[ There's a lot Cid doesn't understand still about this world - weird energy sources that don't obey regular laws of anything, weird design choices and weird people. Well, it's a start. He supposes he should treat this like some sort of dream or a hallucination from drinking too much grog but otherwise - it could be worse.

There were things to do anyway. Cid is of course, walking about in his Ironworks branded Magitek Reaper, or Maggie for short. Maggie is scaled down, but still functional even though it's a tight fit for Cid who almost looks ridiculous perched on top of it. But he's making short work of the things that needed doing - firing lasers to get rid of the bigger chunks of debris, carrying heavy loads etc.

The sound of metallic thumps indicates his arrival well before he arrives. ]

Need a hand?

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You're so self satisfied

[ The scene is a familiar one, for Shigeru at least. Those black inky wings are back, alongside his blackened shadowy tendrils that undulate and whip about him in contempt as he tries to attack whoever might pose a threat. Black clouds of miasma spill from his mouth as his glowing sword slices through the air.

The most startling thing of it all is that giant ominous looking sigil that floats behind him like an odd sentinel. There's black, oil like streaks, cutting through the iridescent purple of it. He won't stop in his relentless attacks, sword slicing and cutting through the air. Those tendrils act as a barrier for him too, anything inorganic they touch seems to disintegrate on contact, so it's best to keep your distance. ]

God knows got to make it on my own; aftermath

[ Shigeru will be around helping whoever needs it. Whether it's just a few minor injuries like cuts or bruises or something major like a broken bone or deeper wounds, Shigeru is there to help. He was one of the people who had caused harm and therefore he is going to help however he can.

But every now and then Shigeru slinks off to be alone, doing what he's always done, and that's wash his hands profusely due to his phobia and stress. He'll wince in pain as he cuts them again, hands bloodied from over cleaning them, as he sighs with some resignation. It's...going to be a long night. But he tries very hard to hide it and will cover his hands with a fresh pair of gloves should you happen upon him. He's all smiles but there's obviously something missing in it. ]

It's really amazing how people are coming together, isn't it? I'm glad that everyone is okay. If you need anything please don't hesitate to ask!

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I. I can’t get used to living without, living without, living without you

[ One moment Gu Yun is strolling along the streets of Level One, on his way back to the Moon Knight headquarters, gazing at the reddening twilight sky and admiring the twinkling stars as they begin to appear (he’s quite the closet romantic, shh). The next, he’s standing stock-still, upright, eyes empty. Over and over he chants: EVERY EYE SHALL SEE THEM.

Any kind soul who stops to investigate or moonlace with him is captured into his trance and thus invited to choose their own adventure. His regrets are manifold, and are both military and personal in nature.

Should you choose the I-A military option, you’ll find yourself in the guise of a seasoned officer, seated on horseback. Next to you, seated also on a military steed, is a fifteen-year-old boy, slim and bright, with eyes that turn up at the sides, giving him an irrepressible laughing look. Though you are older, this boy’s rank is higher than yours: he is your commanding officer, answering only to the general. He has no actual experience in battle whatsoever; his father, however, was the old Grand Marshal, your country’s former supreme military commander. You and he are standing before a cavalry battalion, supported by heavy armored mecha units. You’re at the entrance of a canyon; mountains rise on either side. From time to time, at a distance, you can see heads peek out above you, and then disappear into the craggy rocks.

The boy is staring at them through a spyglass. Presently, he lowers the instrument, tosses his head back, and laughs. ]

Why should we wait for the signal? This battalion alone is more than enough to clean out this bandit trash!

[ Mountain bandits, dug into hills full of secret hiding places, currently occupying the high ground. What advice will you give the young Gu Yun?

The I-B personal option finds you running up to your ninteen-year-old companion. He has all of the arrogance and frivolity of youths of that age. Despite this, he is himself now the country’s Grand Marshal, the Marquis of Order.

"The little prince is gone," you cry, shaking his shoulder. He frowns. ]

Gone? Then send someone to look for him, what are you asking me for?

[ The lost “little prince” is twelve years old, and he’s disappeared beyond the city gate, into the northern wasteland. That area is infested with wolves, and clouds are gathering. It’s the dead of winter: it looks like snow. ]

II. You’re so self-satisfied, I don’t need you

[ Gu Yun is still dressed like a Moon Knight, but he is fighting for the other side. With empty eyes and a multitude of wings springing forth from his back, he attacks indiscriminately. He’s armed with two swords: one a taser with blue light arcing over its expanse, and the other a long iron rod with spinning blades attached to the top of it. His strength is superhuman, his skills are finely honed, and he is out to kill.

This is someone who needs to be stopped, with great prejudice. ]

III. God knows, got to make it on my own

[ He’s not dressed like a moon knight anymore, wearing only a simple indigo-colored cross-collared robe, as he works in the Greatmoon Groves, quietly digging holes for new shrubbery to be planted. It’s difficult work; his clothes are damp with perspiration, but he does it without hesitation or complaint — despite the group of Prismal children taunting him:

Moonblessed? More like moon-cursed!

Ordinarily he would have lost his temper ages ago, but his attitude is strangely chastened these days. In any case, he could use some help, some water, or a kind word. Or just chase those kids off the lawn, thanks! ]

IV. Wildcard!

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B. I CAN'T GET USED TO LIVING WITHOUT, LIVING WITHOUT, LIVING WITHOUT YOU

C. Wildcand!

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WITHOUTYOU.

On the evening of the 24th Song Lan notices something once more amiss in the sky. The usual sunset is stained red and instead of growing darker, the day grows brighter. The sound of trumpets tells him all he needs to know about what is responsible. The Prideful King’s voice rings out all around him and from the communications device tucked in his robes. Zichen withdraws it to turn it off, only to find it impossible.

By the time his focus turns to the broadcast itself, Majestas removes his mask, fixing all who watch with his many eyes. He’s never seen such a beast before and, unfortunately for him, stands transfixed and looks up at the unmasked seraphim in all its horrific glory. He finally blinks and when he opens his eyes again, he’s back at Baixue Pavilion reliving the first of a series of devastating mistakes.

"…Every eye shall see them…"

[ ooc: Any unaffected who touch him and share the trance will be treated to the following content warnings: mutilation, murder, and suicide. ]

SELFSATISFIED.

The trumpets sound again, pulling Song Lan from the nightmare on loop of his tragic past. White hot pain flares, blinding him for a moment, as a series of wings tear through flesh and fabric to emerge glorious upon his back. He joins the battle at the tower, defending the Prideful King and his captive Queen Elara from those who seek to rescue her. Zichen’s strength is exponentially greater and, in addition to fighting with his sword, he is also able to summon fire.

His eyes remain bright and hollow throughout the battle. Zichen attacks any who draw near with savage aggression combined with a cultivator’s skills. He fights viciously against the unaffected Moonblessed and Prismals alike. Even his fellow Moon Knights find themselves at the end of his blade. It reminds him of a time past, when his body wasn’t his own to control and he committed unspeakable acts at the behest of another. In his mind, he screams Make it stop, make it stop, make it stop!

GODKNOWS.

When all is said and done, Song Lan feels deeply remorseful for his part in the battle. Once more he found himself on the side of the villain, doing their bidding without control of himself. That’s a nightmare that haunts him still and a deep dread takes root in his heart. What if it happens again? It wasn’t the first time he’s fallen under someone’s thrall in this place, but it’s the first time he fought so wildly and cruelly against others.

When the call for volunteers comes, Zichen jumps at the chance to do something to begin atoning. Helping the wounded at the hospital seems like the best choice. It’s the place where he can do the most good and most directly help those he harmed. He doesn’t have medical skills beyond the most basic, so Song Lan acts as a runner for the doctors and nurses and, when he’s not fetching supplies, he helps serve food, and even offers to take a hand to moonlace with injured Moonblessed.

WILDCARD.

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i. you're so self-satisfied, i don't need you

[ Who exactly she pissed off to make her adult life such a parade of misfortune, she would love to know. First she lost her team, then all of STARS, then Raccoon City as a whole...and now her new home is being besieged by angels, like, four days after she got here.

Still, never let it be said that Rebecca doesn't get the job done. The events of the first day are...horrifying, to say the least, but it doesn't take much for her to grasp the situation: people are being put under some sort of hypnosis, and the way to wake them up is with these seals.

...seals powered by Chroma. By moonlacing. Amidst all this magic and high-tech stuff, that's something she knows she can do. Rescue and recovery.

So, her handgun at the ready, Rebecca explores. Small and unassuming, her first-aid kit kit slung over her shoulder, she stalks the streets of level 2; tense and watchful, but not afraid. If anything, she seems focused, constantly scanning the environment for any figures that might need help...or be a danger. ]

First, a seal to protect myself. I guess I need some Chroma for that...then I can enchant as many as I can and try to break as many of these spells as possible. [ She pauses briefly, shaking her head and letting out a soft laugh. ] When'd my life turn into such a videogame?

ii. god knows, got to make it on my own

[ Rebecca isn't so self-absorbed that she thinks she needs to be on the front line. Just a few days in this city have taught her that there are others far, far more suited to the task of actual battle. Her role is at the back: providing support, tending to the wounded, and making use of her skills.

So that's what she does. As soon as the announcement goes out requesting volunteers, Rebecca makes a beeline straight for the hospital. For three days straight, she zooms about the place, doing everything she can for everyone she can. That means first aid, grunt work, or even just lending a sympathetic ear to those who might need it.

If you catch her near the end, she definitely looks haggard. She definitely hasn't gone home in that time, nor stopped for anything longer than a quick meal or a quick nap.

The anti-Moonblessed sentiment, the rituals, the implications of all that...it's for later. After the work is done. ]

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☾ I CAN’T GET USED TO LIVING WITHOUT YOU

Of all the things that Re-L Mayer had gained over the course of her adventures outside of Romdeau Dome, prior to her stay in Lunatia, there had been plenty of sins and mistakes. Of all kinds, of all sizes. Many of which didn’t leave her in her sleep, much less when she’d stared down the man in the lion mask. Anyone who stumbles on Re-L in her trance-like-state, voice louder than maybe anyone has ever heard as she repeats the monologue.

Anyone who touches her has one of three options of illusions to join her in :

➀ ☽ [ Suddenly the world is a groggy, head swimming mess. Her body is feverish, cold and shivering even as she fights for consciousness. Somehow she’s managed to drag herself outside under her own power, though it seems to be against everything anyone could have expected out of her. But there’s only one person on her mind, in that moment : Vincent Law.

Barely able to stand and walk as she is, stumbling despite the help of a taken walking stick and collapsing to her knees frequently as she fights for enough oxygen to make it, that is what her mind latches on to.

It’s all incredibly foolish, and short sighted in the moment. With her blood vessels contracting and fever running rampant, along with a group of people who hated her for… who knew what, other than being from Romdeau and bringing death upon them, it’s terribly foolish.

But that isn’t even the biggest mistake of the entire episode. ]

➁ ☽ Iggy, return to Romdeau. [ Her voice is cold, callous almost, as she orders her her faithful Entourage away from her. Iggy… looks as confused as one could expect a large robot without an expressive face to be able to, those large hands opening to his sides as he attempts to break through to his hard-headed mistress. ]

But Re-L! You’re supposed to return to Romdeau with me! [ Re-L sighs, turning away and crossing her arms over her chest, staring out the window of her vehicle to watch Pino and Vincent Law outside. ]

I know that’s what Daedalus and I agreed to, but I have more I want to investigate here. So you’ll take the Proxy back to him. There’s only enough fuel for that.

Re-L - [ Re-L turns to Iggy with a sense of fury about her this time, blue eyes focused and near-vicous as she issues orders. ]

Cancel Turing Application from the language field. Follow your orders, Iggy. Return to Romdeau.

[ Re-L turns to leave the air ship, but fails to notice how the autoreiv’s eyes turn red in the wake of her callous order under the click of her heels down the deck to the snow. ]

➂ ☽ Grandfather! [ Re-L enters Donov Mayer’s throne room at a run. Outside, Romdeau Dome is falling down around their very ears, but here, it seems as though nothing is wrong. At least until the tall, dark figure cloaked in red standing over Donov Mayer’s seat fully processes in her mind, at least unless she realizes his Entourage’s head sits between them. The taller figure turns to look at her, and she stands, paralyzed by both disbelief and fear as Ergo Proxy turns back to the seated older man, to Grandfather, and proceeds to lift him by his neck. ]

Stop it, Vincent! [ Her hand isn’t shaking, this time, as she lifts her pistol, aimed squarely at his head as Donov Mayer gargles for breath. The pistol is loaded with the single FP shell she’s promised Vincent would be for him many times now, and yet… For some reason, her finger just will not listen, will not pull the trigger even as Donov Mayer is clearly dying in front of her eyes. ]

Don’t do this, Vincent Law! [ Suddenly Vincent’s face twists in to something like… disgust. Whether it’s at the situation, her, or Donov isn’t all that clear, but soon Grandfather’s limp body falls from his hand, and Re-L screams in a kind of shock that doesn’t seem to radiate from her voice and yet most certainly is -

But why couldn’t she just pull the trigger? ]

☾ YOU’RE SO SELF-SATISFIED I DON’T NEED YOU

[ The wings are new. White isn’t quite Re-L’s look, either, but here she is with huge white wings sprouting from her back, taking off from the ground with a flex of her wings to take to the sky. Oddly apropos for a woman created by a man named Daedalus, but perhaps a story for another day on top of that, hm?

For a moment she lingers above most Moonblessed and Prismals’ reach, looking out over the gathered forces as if looking for the most appetizing one to make a meal out of.

But once her eyes have laid upon a target? She dives in, fast and decisive, long arms extended to pull a target off of their feet, attempting to throw them back to begin with.

… No one taught this seraph not to play with her food, apparently, and there’s a shade of who she was cloned from left in her after all. ]

☾ GOD KNOWS, GOT TO MAKE IT ON MY OWN

[ A battle worn Re-L Mayer can be spotted at the hospital, though instead of helping with healing others… she’s the one being patched up. Presumably, she’s been talked in to coming here by Iggy, seeing as the autoreiv is standing close by, wringing his hands and fussing as one of his large hands helps support Re-L’s weight.

Her hair is piled in a bun atop of her head, little bits of bangs hanging around her pale face that she has (defiantly) still applied make up to before showing up at the hospital, still insisting, lowly, as if trying to blend in and therefore not receive help : ]

Iggy, give the Amrita Cells a few days and it will be fine - [ The large autoreiv ignores his Mistress, turning to the nearest Moonblessed to ask : ]

Hello, I need someone to look her over, please.

☾ WILDCARD

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[ Just when it seemed like the emergency at Port Sylvel would be the worst of Lunatia's problems, the rumblings kept everyone on their toes. After reuniting with Aerith and eventually escaping to safer grounds, there just wasn't helping that tension that wracked his body. Like a string attached to the top of his spine, and insistently tugging. Sure enough...

The King makes his grandiose return. Cloud was observing a broadcast from one of the big screens amidst the bustling streets of Middle Lunatia, glaring daggers at the return of the menace that caused so much trouble in the first place. His roommate had been subjected to a terrible reaction from the light of the prideful lion. And with destruction in his wake whilst seeming indestructible, Majestas proclaimed he would return to finish what he started. And so it begins...

The tyrant removes his lion mask, and for some reason, the back of his hand starts to itch. Two seconds pass. It feels like it's burning. The tension on his spine doubles over, and his teeth grind in his mouth. Those eyes... What was he—

EVERY EYE SHALL SEE—— ]

Ggh—!

[ He doesn't know what compelled him to do it. A horrifying feeling in his chest that compels his body to act before his head can tell him to do it. He closes his eyes, looking away just in time as the phantom'd whisper ebbs away. A fortunate thing that he did, because that's when the real trouble started. Civilians around him were near mindless... Mumbling about eyes that 'see them'... For the time being, however, Cloud's brow furrows. Sparing one last glance up at the gaze of the King through the broadcast, he only needs a couple of seconds again, to feel a shudder course through his body. No... Something happened to those that kept watching. He's quick enough to analyze that much.

But if that was the case... Then, ]

!

[ Weiss, Tifa, Marie, Ayer, Aerith...! So many more names suddenly flood his thoughts as his breath catches in his throat. He pulls out his communications device, only to stare at his screen with a look of sheer shock. Majestas' eyes are there too, staring right back at him. This bastard was preventing him from contacting his friends! ]

Damn.

[ Cloud's fist tightens and he starts to run, ignoring screens wherever he can. He has to find them. If he has time, get to the Moon Knight Headquarters at the top of Lunatia and find out what the hell is going on.

He may not be a Moon Knight, but he's been fighting a lot of their battles ever since he arrived anyway. ]

▶I CAN'T GET USED TO LIVING WITHOUT, LIVING WITHOUT, LIVING WITHOUT YOU

Middle & Upper Lunatia

[ Amidst the growing chaos and unsettling fact that people left, right and center were being rendered near mindless drones, you can find Cloud consistently on the move. For the time being, he's checking all his regular spots as he tries to get an understanding of what's going on. Still slamming his eyes shut or turning away whenever he catches the gaze of the proud lion king. The blond swordsman can only hope he finds anyone else who hasn't suffered the same fate. ]

A.)

[ Wherever you are, if you are one of the entranced, Cloud is unable to stand idly by anymore. With no means of calling someone without looking into the eyes of the king, the only thing he can surmise doing is approaching you directly. He's cautious, brows furrowed and his lips curving into a downward mar. ]

Hey! Can you hear me? [ Reluctant to start, he ultimately decides to reach out. ~~Bad choice.~~ ] Snap out of it already—

B.)

You haven't lost your marbles yet, right?

[ When Cloud spots you, he's quick to gravitate to you as he runs over. At least he's not the only one who managed to avoid getting bewitched by the creepy eyeball gaze. As he approaches, one of two things would happen...

He's going to be relieved to see you, whether he knows you or not. Time to figure out a game plan, or if they need help, Cloud will try to get them to safety.

Or, if you've been dreaming...! Whether he knows who you are or not, that extra luscious hair is gonna make him very confused. ]

▶YOU’RE SO SELF-SATISFIED, I DON’T NEED YOU

Onward to Caelus Tower

[ At the heart of the Greatmoon Groves is the source of everything. The Beasts of the Calamity will soon be called forth to claim this city and its Chroma in the name of the Goddess. But with communications finally back up, the Moon Knights and Moonblessed can finally act. Some more rashly than others, as is heralded by the distant sound of a completely different kind of roar from that of a lion's.

The roar of a metal beast. Cloud emerges onto the increasingly chaotic battlefield, riding a motorcycle of steely black and crimson metal. Speeding onto the open field, the sides of Sköll suddenly fold open. And from it, the rider pulls out a gargantuan sword. In his line of sight are a hoard of crystalline golems. Everything happens so fast; he stands up on the seat of his bike as the machine keeps itself upright as the blond suddenly leaps off mid-ride.

As Sköll zips past the golems without a rider, Cloud was already flipping towards them, swinging his Fusion Sword overhead on the follow through. He crashes down in front of the lion golems, light erupting from his sword as it fires off three crescent beams of pure energy. The force of the blast is enough to shatter the beasts and send them crumbling in Cloud's wake.

Now! Whether he was arriving just in time to save you, or made his entrance by himself, Cloud stands up, sweeping the blade to his side as crystal dust is scattered to the wind. ]

A.) Your Bodyguard

[ While their end goal is to stop Majestas, Cloud isn't going to forget about the Prismals and Moonblessed that are around him. If you're looking for support or a back to hide behind when things start getting dicey, Cloud is on the scene with both healing magic and a really beefy sword that he knows how to swing. The crystal lion golems regenerate after a certain amount of time, and the winged lions were going to be a challenge to hit.

Not that the blond was opposed to a little bit of aerial combat, but it still puts him at a disadvantage. His grip on the Fusion Sword steadies as he takes a calm and collected breath, standing in front of you as he spares only a single look over his shoulder. ]

You holding up alright?

[ They'll keep moving forward. ...if they can still do that. The enemy's numbers are getting crazy. And the last thing he wants is to get slashed by one of those crystal lions and be put out of commission. ]

B.) Protective Seals

[ He's never been a big fan of super sciencey folk. ~~Thanks Hojo.~~ But he's also not going to say no to the ticket to helping those who were turned. With the moment's reprieve, the Moonblessed and Moon Knights are making their final preparations to saving the Queen, and taking King Majestas off his throne. Protective seals, made from Dracofoot leaf. All they need is to be endowed with Chroma in order to ward off the possession.

And to save those already entranced... This is it. Their best chance. He's going to be taking at least a few of these leaves with him into the tower. When Cloud is advised against using just his Chroma to fuel the leaves, he lightly frowns. But he won't verbally complain. There's not much time to waste. Guess there's no sense in being shy. ]

Need a hand with yours?

[ That sure is a lowkey way of dodging the "I need help" line. ]

C.) Dethroning the Lion King

[ Wearing a protective seal, Cloud successfully makes it alongside other like-minded allies into Caelus Tower. All that's left now is to fend off what's remaining of the King's forces and take the fight to him. Two different situations will have happened in this finale...

• Still under the unyielding control of King Majestas, you block Cloud's path. He doesn't want to fight you, but whether he has to knock you out cold or use a spare seal (if he has any left) to snap you out of it... You leave him no other choice.

• The tides are turning. Majestas' might is waning. Cloud ascends to the top of the tower. When the proud king attempts to stare the young man down, he stops. Five seconds of staring directly into his face full of eyes... ~~EVERY EYE SHALL SEE THEM.~~ Yet Cloud stands, defiant with a burning desire in the flare of his mako-infused eyes- the desire to finish this fight.

"You are far too late, wayward wolf."

"It's over."

Cloud draws his sword on the king.

"That's my line." ]

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Aftermath • Hospital

[ Despite the Moonblessed emerging victorious over King Majestas, it's come at a price. During the battle, Cloud provided support both on the way to the tower and during the showdown. Using his impressive pool of mana and stowed Chroma, the swordsman was effective in curing his allies with his Restore Materia. ...up until Majestas realized this. Not only did he crush the green crystal in his mighty grasp, but dealt some heavy damage to Cloud in the process.

The Sanguis-blessed kept fighting- even when his body was screaming at him to stop. Once the battle was won, the blond did not leave unscathed. Auraless and worn by his earlier battles with monsters, possessed Moonblessed and his fight with Majestas...

Cloud's in the hospital for his injuries. It doesn't keep the stubborn blond down for long though; the nurses weren't happy with him trying to do squats by his bedside. He should be in bed resting. His injuries make it tough to move around, and he's still sore. But...

You can find him either:

• In his room, resting or browsing the network to check up on people/his clients for work.
• Sneaking outside to hang out in the gardens. The flowers and sunlight are relaxing.

...if they just let him keep his sword, he might have tried escaping already. Mumble grumble somethingsomethingI'MFINEgrrr... ]

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▶ can't get used to living [A] | OPEN + [ Jaskier; Rapunzel: Part 1]

[ After what Geralt saw on the crystallized port not far off from Lunatia, it's just a matter of time before the city here splits apart, too. He's not surprised to see it. And though Geralt's not usually one to deliberately watch the displays he sees everywhere, there are enough of them around him that he's always half-watching while he goes about his day. He's sitting on a bench near a water fountain when the billboard above him flickers.

The first thing he notices is that it's the same face he saw before, at the tournament, cutting in and out of the screens before the light blinded him. That's all he has time to notice. The next thing he knows, time's stopped.

(There's blood thick in the air. It's splattered on the ground, soaking into the dirt. Anyone who touches him will immediately see a jumble of images: a young woman's face, dark curly hair, and a dagger buried in her throat by his hand. Other bodies are around her, scattered throughout the center of the small village. He's definitely killed them, too. They might also see flashes of when he'd slept with her earlier, in the woods, interspersed with her bleeding out in his arms.

Although he's echoing the same endless phrase out loud, inside the mirage, there's a different voice telling him you made a choice over and over again.) ]
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▶ got to make it on my own | CLOSED [ Rapunzel; Jaskier: Part 2 ]

[ When the dust settles, he finds himself amongst the rubble. There's blood slicking up his hands and in his hair. His head is pounding. Feels like he's been run over by a thousand damn horses. Whatever happened tonight is a blur, flashes of wings and chaos all around. (Renfri.)

Geralt picks himself up off the ground. A sharp pain pierces his side. Shit. It's a mess out here. He's bleeding from somewhere; his leg, he thinks, and probably his back, but it doesn't matter as much as the scattered puzzle pieces his mind has become, filled with the things he's learned to put away for decades. He remembers Jaskier and the princess. (Not that princess.) Where are they? Are they okay? He knows he—fuck. He hadn't meant to, but he did, and something close to fear rises in him. He's sure they must be alive, but a part of him is afraid he might've done something unthinkable and not remembered. It isn't as if his head is on straight.

He limps over pieces of a broken building. Glass crunches under his feet. He's half-searching, half just trying to get his bearings. If he shouldn't be standing right now, never mind walking around, Geralt pays that no attention. ]

▶ god knows (drink & brood times) | OPEN

(( feel free to have witnessed part or all of his memory during his trance if you want your character to have seen it and bother him about it, but not have interacted with him in full during that time. ))

[ Rapunzel might've healed most of his major wounds, but there are still scrapes and bruises that suggest he's been in more than one fight as of late. Especially since he hasn't bothered doing a single thing to get cleaned up; he's come here straight away, blood staining his nails and hair and all. He also looks like he hasn't slept for about two fucking weeks. (He has not, in fact, slept much for about two fucking weeks. It's not been a good time.)

He's in the lower district, holed up in the back of the first bar he came across with a glass of whiskey. A new liquor he's discovered he has a taste for, though right now he couldn't give less of a damn what he was drinking. He's not noticeably drunk, though he's not exactly on his first round.

You can find him in his corner, nursing said drink. If you recognize him as one of the possessed in the fight earlier or under the trance, you can try to get him to talk about it. Good luck, though. He's got a gold brooch either in his hand or on the table, removed from where it's normally attached to his sword. It's obvious it means something to him, the way he looks at it. ]

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I CAN'T GET USED TO LIVING WITHOUT YOU
LEVEL THREE

A,
[ Yuzuriha had watched the broadcast with only mild interest, unaware that her attention was being forcefully drawn to Majestas as he spoke. An act of curiosity that latches onto her in just five seconds, a fools mistake that inevitably ends with her falling into the lion's palms -- she would express her irritation if it weren't for the fact that vivid memories begin to play in the back of her head.

Her body grows her heavy, a sudden weight she's unable to bear as her legs grow weak. Leaning against a nearby wall and sliding down to her knees; slowly, every limb sinks as if the hands of the many she's killed drag her. ] Every eye shall... see them. [ She unravels, memories a blur as the first memory is a hurried blur of a death: Yuzuriha skillfully killing trained samurai with ease, their cries ignored as she works mercilessly. The matter of each death is grotesque, from kicking the handle of a sword so that the blade pierces through a man's throat to her clearly dissecting a man who has lost sense of the world around him. These are her sins, actions that she evidently holds no emotional value of as she draws a single, steady breath. ]

B,
[ And perhaps Majestas realizes that. Perhaps that's why everything twists, a gentle breeze carrying Yuzuriha and whoever attempts to come in contact with her to a time far, far away, to a small minka house where a younger version of herself sits. Beside her is an even younger girl, perhaps no older than ten, tucked into a futon whose smaller hand she holds with an almost hesitant gentleness. As if afraid that gripping any tighter would cause her to shatter, and though her expression is adorned with a smile there's no denying the sorrow that is heavily reflected in her eyes.

A clearer look at her face and anyone could recognize that she holds similar features as Yuzuriha despite their hair being different colors -- her's a light, ash blond -- and those still confused will come to realize who this person is when she whispers,

Big sis, will you tell me about your dream again?

Yuzuriha chuckles, albeit without her usual cheer, playfully correcting her that it's not a dream, but a reality she will soon make real for the two of them. To take this girl, Saya, to a place where they're surrounded by flowers, living within a castle where she'll chase away suitors until a brave enough man comes to marry her. A simple, foolish dream any young girl orphaned with an even younger sibling would have; wishing for a world where she didn't have to watch her world slowly fall apart with each breath she took.

No one comes to save them. There was no miracle that day, where Saya lived to see that place Yuzuriha had promised her. Only a child who had long since accepted her fate leaning against the hand that gingerly cradles her cheek, unaware of her older sister's silent plea for her to stay. Instead a breeze similar to the one that brought them to this memory carries Saya's soul away. ]

YOU’RE SO SELF-SATISFIED, I DON’T NEED YOU
ALL AROUND LUNATIA

A,
[ Somehow she manages to break free of her possession, memories be damned; Yuzuriha has learned to live her life for both herself and Saya, and no one is going to make her feel foolish for it. So, needless to say, she's absolutely pissed and now she had an excuse to exert that irritation onto something -- or someone -- else.

There's the whimpering of a crystal lion that she leaves behind, poison sinking through it's body. It's "death" will be slow and painful, and while Yuzuriha only spares it a glance she immediately recognizes the shadow towering over her is paired with wings. She turns quickly, facing a fellow Moonblessed who had unfortunately fallen victim to the possession. ]

Damn, you're lookin' a little rough.

B,
[ And of course she needs a short pause between sealing those that have been affected. She has attempted to enchant a seal alone, but soon enough her body regrets that decision and comes to the realization that she'll need to moonlace so she won't drain herself completely.

Whether you're a long time friend she's mooched off of or a complete stranger, you'll be greeted with a young woman putting all her weight onto your back as she wraps her arms around lazily. She is just slightly exhausted, and it's obvious in her voice as it seems like every word is accompanied with a drawl. ]

Heeeey~ Help me out with these seals here, will ya? Promise it'll only take a sec!

[ It won't. ]

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[CW: Blood, violence, spoilers for end of series]

[Moran was caught in the illusion and is standing in a trance, repeating the words 'Every Eye Shall See Them.'.]

((OOC: Su Xunxian will be the one slapping a talisman on Moran, but everyone is welcome to see his stuff!))

[First Sin]

[The places looks like a deserted, slightly dusty room, barely furnished. Shang Yu is lying on the ground, his head resting in a pull of blood. Xifeng Lie rushes forward and craddles Shang Yu's body, crying out in tears.]

'Shang Yu! Shang Yu! Wake, up, Shang Yu!'

[Just behind him, Su Xunxian looks dumbstruck, closing his eyes briefly, pain visible on his face. Xifeng Lie keeps crying.]

'Who did this? WHO DID THIS?! It's my fault, I should have left you alone...'

[Moran arrives into the room and his face falls. He comes closer, slowly crouching next to the crying young man holding his friend's body.

His face hardens as he stands up again, his insides twisting with guilt and fury.]

You two stay here. I'll go find the murderer.

[Second Sin]

[The scene is in a tunnel poorly lit by torches. Moran is in his battle robes, holding a sword, fighting against a man dressed in brown clothing. After several evasions, he stabs the man in the chest.]

'It's no use if you kill me. We've poisoned the wine.

[Moran rips his swords from the enemy's chest and abandons him, rushing towards Xunxian who is sitting, half collapsed against a wall, blood dripping from his mouth. He presses his hand against the wound in XunXian's midsection, eyes brimming with tears and panic mounting. XunXian's hand covers his.]

XunXian... You haven't drunk the wine I bought for you. Hold on.

[XunXian lets out a snort of laughter.]

'I'm fine. Go save His Majesty. Hurry. Don't stay here.'

[But Moran appears unable to tear himself from XunXian's side, and XunXian's thumb strokes his hand softly.]

'Go save His Majesty and the others.'

[Moran's hands are shaking badly, tears on the verge of spilling as he finally lets go. He leave hurriedly, but the fear gripping his gut is almost overwhelming.]

[Third Sin]

[Moran rushes into the Imperial Great Hall.]

Your Majesty!

[People have fainted left and right. Yi is cradling FeiFei, both of them still decked in their red wedding robes. Panicked servants are crowding around the Star Masters.]

Your Majesty, people from Orion Land are attacking!

[Suddenly, Moran sees Yanran, in her pale blue Star Master gown, collapsed on the floor near her table, and he rushes to her side, taking her in his arms.]

Yanran. Yanran, sorry I'm late.

'Moran... Don't say sorry anymore. Don't apologize. In the next life... don't make me wait for too long. Moran...'

[She closes her eyes and slumps against him, and Moran watches helplessly, his jaw clenching.]

[Fourth Sin]

[In a courtyard, as the night stars shine down, Moran is fighting against people who move more like zombies than actual people. By his side, Beitang Yi is also fighting. The crowd is almost overwhelming but they appear to be able to hold their own.

Suddenly, a man wearing red wedding robes rushes from behind and slashes at Yi. Beitang Tang appears possessed, his face distorted in a maniacal grin.]

Your Majesty!

[Tang lets out a manic laugh as he stabs his brother Yi again and then turns on Moran, attacking him at full strength. As they fight, they end up ont he roof, joined again by Yi who is still fighting in spite of his injuries and saves Moran from being stabbed at the last second. He quickly helps Moran up.]

'Royal uncle.'

[Under them in the streets, people are lying, poisoned by the wine, and some of the brown-clad soldiers go through them methodically, slitting their throats as they go. Moran and Yi are fighting hard, but they soon appear outmatched. It takes both of them to grab him.]

'Tangtang!'

Tangtang, what's wrong with you?!

[Tang starts screaming, as if struggling against something withing himself.]

'Brother! Uncle! Hurry, kill me!'

'Tangtang!'

'Hurry! Now! Kill me!'

[The brief moment of lucidity ends and he pushes both of them off and slashes them. Moran is pushed of the roof and falls to the ground, pain suffusing his whole body, coughing blood as his sword drops from his hand. As he starts to lose consciousness, he sees Yi slamming to the ground next to him.

The sound of Tang's crazy laughter echoes in the courtyard as everything goes dark.]

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1. trance trance revolution

[Jin Zixuan isn't stupid, but neither is he perfect. So when King Majestas overtakes every screen and device and reveals that horrifying face full of eyes, Zixuan can't help but stare at it. It's doubtful, but maybe if he looks long enough, he'll be able to use his cultivation knowledge to figure out just what the hell Majestas even is.

Needless to say, he can't figure it out. Instead, he just freezes where he is, whether it be at home or while he's out and about. He freezes, overwhelmed by certain memories assaulting him again. Memories he's accepted as part of his life, but still regrets. And if anyone touches him, he won't snap out of it, but they'll be privy to his past shame.

His only reaction?]

Every eye...shall see them...

(Choose your own adventure.)

> a.

[Jin Zixuan confronts Jiang Yanli, his former fiance, in his tent at the Langya war camp. He's caught her delivering soup, which would be fine, except he knows another woman has already been doing the same thing. Which means...Jiang Yanli has stooped so low as to try to garner his favor with this act.

He may be proud and sometimes arrogant, but that? That sort of behavior is unacceptable.]

Don't think that just because you come from a powerful sect that you can steal and trample other people's feelings. Some people, even if they come from a poor background, have a much better character than their superiors. Please watch your conduct.

[It's meant as an admonishment, but apparently it hits particularly hard because Jiang Yanli immediately bursts into tears. And that's awkward enough on its own since he can't even comfort her as that would defeat the purpose of pointing out her mistake, but he doesn't want to comfort her, either. He doesn't like her. He never has.

But to make matters worse, word must have gotten out quickly, probably by a servant passing by, because then that damned Wei Wuxian shows up. And, when he can't get an explanation fron Yanli as to why she's crying due to her crying so hard, he immediately turns his anger on Zixuan.

They fight, kicks and fists aimed and thrown, with no efforts to keep quiet. Why should Zixuan hide? He's done nothing wrong! Besides, Wei Wuxian has always jumped at any chance to irritate him or even throw hands. They've done it before and they'll probably do it again if Yanli won't get over him and just move on.

But their fight has attracted attention and eventually explanations start to come to light. Zixuan listens while he straightens his clothes, smooths out his hair, silently soothes his bruising skin. And when it's revealed the woman he's thought was being kind to him, bringing him soup in secret, had lied about her involvement and that it really had been Yanli this whole time.

Wei Wuxian curses at him, which is nothing new, even if his vitriol is stronger today than usual, and eventually has to be physically dragged away. Zixuan doesn't care; he's heard it all before. But he's...he's made a fool of himself, jumping to these conclusions. He's made a fool of Jiang Yanli. All he can do is stand there, frozen, even after everyone finally leaves. Jiang Yanli had been so kind as to simply leave soup for him after these days of fighting on the frontlines. She had done it out of the goodness of her heart, and in secret, not even looking for praise.

And all he had done was make her cry for her efforts. It's all he can see for the rest of the day.]

> b. (SPOILERS)

[On a street in Lunatia, Jin Zixuan has pinned down another Jin cultivator, although a younger one, a teenager. And yet, he looks strikingly similar to Zixuan himself, and not just because they share the same robes. No, it's in their looks.

To anyone who would know, the teenager pinned to the ground is Jin Ling. But he's gone pale as he looks up at Zixuan and utters words that have haunted him for months now.]

'Jin Zixuan is dead.'

[Flashes of memories hit Zixuan. The sight of Jiang Yanli, his wife, wearing the colors of her new family and station, and holding a baby. A baby with a red dot on his forehead, signifying his place in the clan.

Yanli smiles up at him, radiant with motherhood.

Their son, Jin Ling himself, wraps tiny fingers around the hilt of Zixuan's sword, Suihua, though they don't reach all the way around, of course.

His family.

His family he has no later memories of, though he definitely hasn't died yet.

His family he knows he's going to abandon at some point, probably sooner rather than later.

He's wanted to be a good husband and father, better than his own father had ever been to his mother and him.

He won't get that chance.]

2. flying fox marathon

[When the time comes and the trumpets sound with Majestas' ascension of Caelus Tower, Jin Zixuan suddenly sprouts wings, large and impressive, white with golden edges on each feather. He has to answer the call, no matter what. If anyone stands in his way, he doesn't hesitate to shove them to the side, rougher than necessary, or send blasts of fire to clear a way. Hey may be Jin Zixuan in appearance for the most part, and it is his body, but the man wouldn't do this, surely.

If only there were some way to suppress him and bring him back to his sense. Like with a talisman, for example. Or a seal.]

3. sad sad resolution

[Of course, things get back to normal eventually. Which is good. That's really good.

But Jin Zixuan needs a little more time to recover from it all. Maybe not physically, unless he has gotten into a serious altercation at some point, but he'll definitely need to deal with having his shame put on display, as well as just living through it all some more.

He isn't one to share his feelings so easily, though, but he might be found at a bar one night, just giving in and drowning his sorrow this once. Or he's back home, either isolating himself or allowing the few he truly trusts to be with him.]

4. wildcard!

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A - sins and mistakes

[ If the red sky and the blare of trumpets weren't enough of a clue, the presence of a massive winged lion man in the sky is a pretty good indicator that something ridiculous is about to happen. Self-righteous evil rulers given to monologuing, eh? Valmont knows the type. He's watching with interest on his communicator, waiting for the Moon Knights or some other hero types to do their duty and take this weirdo down, when said weirdo removes his mask. Well. That's a lot of eyes. Valmont peers closer, and... ]

You are weak, Valmont. And your men are fools.

You have failed me, Valmont.

Valmont, you are an imbecile!

[ An unpleasant hissing voice permeates his mind, sometimes coming from a statue on the wall behind him, sometimes from a gigantic dragon looming over him, sometimes from inside his own head. All his past screwups are flashing before his eyes with color commentary from the being he hates most in the world, and somehow he can't muster up a single retort. Despite the shame coursing through him, he knows he deserves it, this enumeration of his faults and failures. After all, he hasn't been truly faithful, has he? The only way out is through Her.

Wherever it is his mind's gone, his physical body can be found somewhere in the middle of Lunatia, having stumbled to his knees, clutching his head, repeating the familiar mantra: ]

Every eye shall see them.

[ Touch him for a memory! ]

B - fight and flight

[ The trumpets sound once more and he responds, wings as white as his hair sprouting from his back, absolutely shredding the hell out of his suit. If you needed any more indication that this wasn't the Valmont you know and love, though, he doesn't care. Nor does it seem to mean anything to him that he's finally been released from the loop of his memories, painful as they were. All that matters is protecting his king.

Valmont takes to the sky, patrolling the air around Caelus Tower, swooping down to send jets of fire from his hands at anyone who gets too close or, hell, looks at him funny. While he's not used to flying, the fire-blasting part is familiar enough to almost trigger a memory, and the ghost of a smirk crosses his lips. If nothing else, he's having fun? ]

C - aftermath

[ Catch him in the hospital after his mind's been freed, nursing his wounds, unwilling to admit that any part of the past few days has happened. ]

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A. Sharing is Caring
[ It's a little hard to overlook the way that some people are just standing around, mumbling the same words over and over again. There are few things in Yuri's life thus far that he would call a special kind of unnerving, and he'd count this among them as he leans to try and make eye-contact with one such individual. The vacant stare's hardly encouraging, but he waves a hand and tries regardless. ]

Hey there, got anything else to say? [ Of course not...of course not. He sighs, and tries a more manual approach, placing a hand on the individual's shoulder. The results are far from what he expects, his surroundings overtaken by some other place and time. ] What the—

[ Is this what he gets for trying to help? ]

B. One Good Turn
[ The business with people repeating the same words as a mantra was bad enough. Now, though, it's monsters. At least that's something he knows how to deal with, knows how to remedy. All it takes is a sword and some precision, really, though he has to admit to himself that he misses having the Professor and his class around. Going it solo, or hoping the people around him know what they're doing, isn't the most encouraging of circumstances.

Especially not when he sees what looks like a crystalline lion barreling toward someone who clearly doesn't see it coming. Amidst all the chaos, it's really no surprise. Yuri hastens to intervene, quickly moving into the lion's path and leveling his weapon. The clash of impact travels from his sword up his arms, causing them to shake before he leans into shoving the creature back. ]

Better watch your back, before these things get a taste of you.

[ Whether crystal lions actually eat people remains to be seen, but it's obvious they attack readily. ]

C. Special Delivery
[ While people are distributing protective seals, however those work, Yuri's making the rounds with something else. Whether one is taking a rest or in the middle of a battle, the wash of glittering light's pretty impossible not to notice. So too is the way that minor wounds seem to close themselves up under the influence of that light, far more rapidly than would be normal.

The source is none other than the fellow darting around the battlefield. He can only heal so many people in the course of battle, but if the wound looks bad enough, he'll pause and sling a healing spell their way. As it so happens, he catches someone by the arm to halt their charge back into the fray, applying healing magic on the spot. ]

Try not to waste it, alright?

[ There are others far better at the healing shtick, but somebody's got to do it. ]

D. A Shady Character
[ Once the dust has settled, Yuri moves right on to exploring the city he's found himself in. He's never seen anything exactly like it, and to say the technology takes some getting used to is an understatement. But he does find one element of familiarity in the lowest tier of the city: the Lightless. Whether it's truly ill-advised to go there or not, Yuri's willing to assess for himself. It's for that reason that on any number of occasions, he'll find an excuse to venture there.

Unfortunately, the unfriendly sentiment toward the Moonblessed is strong there. It's not something Yuri pays much mind to, until he overhears a group of Prismals ganging up on someone. While it isn't surprising, it does look like bad news, and so he steps up beside the outnumbered individual to intervene, laying a hand on their shoulder. ]

And here I thought you'd stood me up. [ He comments airily, as though unaware of the threat the group of Prismals represents. ] You really should watch the time, friend.

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1. I woke up in a dream today (for

bailian)

[ It's a large building, decorated on par with Koi Tower. Xue Yang already has a pretty good idea of what's going on as he wanders about the unfamiliar location, completely ignored by the people who bustle about around him.

Despite how busy the place seems, there's a distinct lack of enthusiasm. It's like everyone is there out of obligation, nothing more. Not pride, not fear.

Luo Binghe has to be around here somewhere, so Xue Yang keeps walking. He expects that nothing in particular will happen until he finds him anyway. ]

2. Share a cup of poison (open, suicide and light eye horror will be featured in threads unless explicitly requested otherwise)

EVERY EYE SHALL SEE THEM. EVERY EYE SHALL SEE THEM.

[ Xue Yang is one of the many victims of the illusions, standing in the streets and chanting with the rest.

Touching him will pull the other person into a trance. Around them is a large town, or perhaps a very small city. The buildings are standing fine but are in slight disrepair, and the only people around to see are a trio gathered in front of a house. Xue Yang is among them. ]

3. I'll fight (for) you (open, limited)

[ With large, black, feathery wings and a black sword to match, Xue Yang is far from a welcoming figure. Perhaps even more unsettling than the grin he'd normally wear when performing such acts, his expression is flat, almost stern, as he rushes forth and hunts down those who are unaffected. Be warned: not only is he strong and adept at using the fire thanks to the possession, he's also fast.

Covering several yards in an instant, he closes in on would-be victims and swings his sword in a wide arc, aiming for nowhere on the body in particular except to hit. ]

(( placing a seal on him is reserved for

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4. Dance of many (open)

Daozhang, another!

[ Xue Yang calls the warning, but Xiao Xingchen has already reacted. For those who are still affected by the spell, there are two cultivators out hunting down the remaining possessed Moonblessed and rescuing those who aren't able to defend themselves amid the onslaught. While their movements wouldn't quite be considered synchronized, they know how to work together, neither quite getting in the other's way.

Xiao Xingchen tries a slash with his sword then backs up, leaving room for Xue Yang to dash in and attempt a strike of his own. Both wear activated seals to protect them, though with the way Xiao Xingchen has a bandage wrapped around where his eyes would be, it doesn't seem necessary for him to have one. ]

(( Threads for this prompt will be three-way with

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5. Sprouts among wreckage (open)

[ When all is said and done and relief efforts are underway, Xue Yang is helping out by providing encouragement.

Did I say providing encouragement? I meant he's sitting off to the side watching people work on whatever they're doing, a bored expression on his face as he observes without helping at all. Every so often a Prismal approaches him and tries to get him to participate, but he always cuts them off before they can get very far. ]

You're wasting your time talking to me. Just go back.

6. Wildcard

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i | A: Living Without You (Nyuu) CW: Memory of Lucy committing violence as a child + gore and decapitation in link to manga pages

[Nyuu should have known better than to stare into all those eyes, but the gruesome sight froze her gaze in fear. Majestas digs deep, finding a memory she was barely aware of subconsciously. While her physical body freezes, in Nyuu's mind she finds herself in a train's passenger car with a couple of other people. Upon closer look, she recognizes the boy as a child Kouta, which meant the other two had to be his father and little sister, Kanae (Nyuu had seen her picture before in Maple House). And the other child standing opposite the family--was herself??? Or Lucy, rather--even with the blue beanie hiding her horns, there was no mistaking that bright pink hair. She never told Nyuu they'd known Kouta as a kid...

The tension in the air is obviously thick, but then the unspeakable happens. Child Lucy uses her vectors to murder Kouta's father and sister, leaving him the sole survivor. Nyuu claps a hand to her mouth, eyes widened in horror and welling up with tears. She's spiraling into despair so quickly that she fails to notice the momentary look of guilt on child Lucy's face before she (Lucy) makes her escape via the train's ceiling.

Before the trance takes over completely, Nyuu's physical body reacts. Both hands fly to her head to pull at her hair while she bends in on herself, letting out a blood-curdling shriek.]

I KILLED THEM! I KILLED THEM! AAAAAARGH! I'M SO SORRY, KOUTA! [Then she goes stiff as a board and only says:] EVERY EYE SHALL SEE THEM...

▶ ii | You're So Self-Satisfied (Lucy)

[Lucy has no idea what happened while she was asleep, but now isn't the time to be asking such questions. She takes some seals to slap on any fellow Moonblessed who need them, though getting close to them with their superhuman strength and fire magic may prove difficult even for her and her vectors, especially since her psychic limbs can't shield against the flames.

Or when she sees someone who appears to be getting tired from Chroma drainage, she offers a hand to hold, nodding, even though she's sweaty, has dirt on her face, and a small trickle of blood running down from her mouth.]

Take my hand, you need to moonlace. [Her tone suggests there's no room for argument.]

▶ iii | Hospital Volunteering/Lucy's Network Post

[OOC: Link to broadcast.]

▶ iv | Nyuu Crying CW: mentions of depression

[After the danger's passed, Nyuu can often be found on Crystal Beach in Level 2 during the early evenings, alone and just sitting on the sand without a towel or chair, hugging her knees to her chest with her face pressed into her knees. But if one could see her face, they'd be able to see puffy red eyes and dark circles beneath them.

The weather is still chilly and windy, and while Nyuu does wear a sweater and a long skirt that reaches her ankles when standing, she doesn't have socks. Her sandals rest just before her bare, chilled feet. Even her bright pink hair is rather unkempt with a few strands sticking out. If one were to get close enough, they'd be able to hear her crying and whimpering.]

▶ v | Anti-Moonblessed Verbal Harassment (Nyuu)

[When the Level 3 lounge where Lucy and Nyuu sing is safe to let people in again, Nyuu can forget about all her troubles for a brief moment while she's on stage. When she leaves for the night, however, she's accosted by two Prismals who follow her out of the lounge, both bigger and taller than her 5'1 (155cm) stature. One looks like a humanoid snake with legs while the other has more humanlike skin minus the black feathers on their arms. Nyuu shrinks under their hostile gazes and insults, shaking like a leaf.]

P-Please, I don't want any trouble....

[OOC: hmu by PM or discord if you'd like to do something more chill.]

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YOU’RE SO SELF-SATISFIED, I DON’T NEED YOU
LUNAR SCIENTIA / AROUND LUNATIA

A,
[ Yoohyun is familiar enough with the items of his world that being handed the seal crafted from Dracofoot leaf doesn't seem to faze him. If anything he is more curious as to why he cannot open a window and get a meaningless description about the item, instead having to listen to it be explained; his expression is a mixture of nonchalance and disbelief. Perhaps for a lower rank it'd be impossible for them to fill the seal with chroma, but an S-Rank?

He assumes it'll be faster, at least, to get it done as quickly as possible so that he can move on. And with a handful of seals he quickly scans the area for anyone who hasn't already been paired off -- that means you are the person he approaches, unfortunately.

Without so much as a word Yoohyun takes the unsuspecting person's hand into his with a noticeably tight grip. Unless you have the strength to crush the head of a dragon then attempting to pull away may just end up hurting you in the process.

And he'll just... kinda stand there. 6'3" and silent, like that's not threatening at all. ]

B,

[ Yoohyun's flames roar as they encircle a crystal lion golem, tightly enclosing and rendering the beast immobile before he quickly closes the distance between them and slices through the hard exterior with his blade to temporarily decapitate the beast. The body falls, the flames licking at his skin swallowed by the gluttonous lizard that appears from the palm of his hand. The remaining is left behind as he continues, searching for Moonblessed affected by Majestas illusions.

Fight beside him? Call him for protection (albeit that may be the worst thing to do)? Tell him to put his flames out because yeah dude what the fuck? ]

GOD KNOWS, GOT TO MAKE IT ON MY OWN
LEVEL TWO

Peace.

[ There was hope that the day would be relatively peaceful after the events surrounding Majestas and his illusions. While he had scrolled through the network and various other social medias to see the response made by Prismals angered and confused by the Moonblessed, he didn't seem to care much. He doubts that they'll lift a single finger of malice, and if they bothered it just means it would be justified if he were to break them, right?

But that's nothing to worry about now. Right now he's bothered by the fact that his horned flame lion is on a rebellious streak. Though he does often listen to Yoohyun's words due to the owner's token, anyone who has seen the two together will notice that his fluffy companion is quick to turn the other way once he's finished following his command. ]

Come here. [ His voice is soft, yet demanding, and the flame lion trots over and sits at his feet while Yoohyun looks at him. He lifts a single hand, reaching out in an attempt to lightly touch Peace before there's a paw swatting him away -- annoyance evident in his features, his brows knit the moment he watched the monster run off the moment they see someone else. ]

Kkeueung! [ Peace cries out, much like a child who has found their lost parent. Quickly jumping on the person of interest's leg, pawing at their feet, and even so much as rolling onto his back and showing his stomach -- out here looking for the belly rubs... needy and craving affection... ]

Don't touch him. [ Yoohyun had followed, his tone remaining the same as when he was speaking to peace. ] He's being a brat.

WILDCARD
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01 — one reason: i cannot abandon you.
XIE BI'AN :

( when you touch this white-clothed, black-haired man for whatever reason may it be, you are pulled into a completely different scenario —

it rains; storms, in fact, and it has been storming for the past hour, the past day, the past week, the past month, the past year. it has been storming for what it feels like an eternity, and this xie bi'an has lost reason to query whether he has ever seen sunlight, if he knows something other than the heavy sound of rain, suffocating and haunting all the same. this is not a scenery he has seen, only one he has heard of;

the location is nantai bridge, many centuries into the past. the first times this nightmare has repeated itself, xie bi'an has ran miles; ran, and ran, and ran, and ran, and never makes it in time, always arrives at the bridge to witness a man much like himself (black-clothed, white-haired) disappearing under the waves of the river, drowning away together with a piece of bi'an's heart.

it repeats itself endlessly, and there are only a few changes to this play.

xie bi'an no longer runs; he stays there, the closest he can be of the bridge, watching. watching, witnessing, drowning himself in guilt, in regret, in his own sins and demons that consume him whole. every time this scene repeats itself, he finds a new way to atone, to kill himself. at times he will hang himself, perhaps stab himself, cut open his own throat, maybe even jump into the river, too. but each time doesn't feel as fulfilling, as liberating, as though his own death will not pay for his friend's, for his own mistake.

this is a nightmare that will not end, the punishment he deserves. ah — perhaps all he can do is succumb to it. )

02 — an excuse: i cannot keep you here.
XIE BI'AN :

( it is just like the game of chase wu chang is so used to. this time, he does not chase after survivors, but after prismals and moonblessed alike, for no true end, no real purpose.

he does not attack with a sword, a spear, an arrow & a bow — no weapons are required other than a single umbrella, larger than the common one, meant for two people. it bears no modifications whatsoever, and any who lays its eye on the object can clearly see it poses as nothing but a truly normal umbrella. and yet, the damage it does to passing prismals confesses to its hidden prowess, flaming fire leaving its tip whenever xie bi'an swings an attack, and another, and so on.

it doesn't feel fulfilling, still — it is, after all, an one man battle. as though that everlasting nightmare has truly taken fan wujiu from him, they cannot switch places, and for the first time in centuries, xie bi'an finds himself completely alone.

(he hugs the umbrella closer every time that impertinent thought pollutes his mind, and every time, he cannot feel wujiu in it.)

when he swings, then, it's a way to vent his loneliness — surely, surely majestas would ease that pain in his heart, surely she would bring back the only person he cares for. and if he must eliminate each and every person that comes his way, then so be it. )

03 — our lives are mere as ants: how can they shake trees?
FAN WUJIU :

[ he hasn't quite witnessed half of what has happened in the past days. he has always been around — despite a certain someone thinking otherwise —, but he still hasn't experienced the pain, the suffering; and thus, he has not witnessed the despair.

xie bi'an rests within the umbrella (soul and body), and fan wujiu takes physical command, now. they share a 'body', but the physical and mental exhaustion lies with him not. a hospital is not where he is supposed to be, and so he seeks to leave... —

yet more often than not, he is not allowed. the nurses and some volunteers do not understand what the situation truly is about, but they figure, after all, if wujiu looks far too similar to bi'an, then surely they're related, one way or another, and perhaps bi'an is trying to disguise himself (poorly, they think) in order to avoid care and rest.

no matter how many times he says that no, they're not the same person, he's not injured in any way, no one in the hospital allows him to leave.

and so, the black guard sits here, far more mentally tired than he ever should be. aren't hospitals supposed to be healing? ]

04 — wildcard: want something else?

( plotting post is here in case you wish to talk things out for something else. for the third prompt, if you wish, you may choose to witness bi'an and wujiu switching bodies. it should look like this, except just, you know, in place. if you just want something entirely else altogether, let me know! i'll be happy to indulge. )

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[ he hasn't really been here long enough to be much of a help in anything but this.

that said, he is very good at what he does, and it has a good effect—namely, he is being a clown, sans the makeup and costume (this time, anyway). he's already made who-knows-how-many balloon animals and that's just the basic stuff. you can't just leave it at balloon animals! anyway, the point is he's trying to make people feel better. he's not annoying about it, for the most part, and if it seems like his presence will do more harm than good he will definitely not pester anyone for too long.

really, he was recruited to help with other stuff, so he's only doing it in his spare time—but if you're in the hospital (or around it) for any reason, whatsoever, even if you're not injured, you are getting approached.

approached might be a kind word for it... he's probably springing out of a box you've opened, or bursting out of a closet you just walked past, or hanging upside down from the ceiling? the weirder this meet-cute can be, it will be done.

anyways! here he is! approaching you with a bright grin before pausing and humming softly. ]

You look like the type to enjoy...

[ everyone is different, so he will make every experience different, too ☆

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I.

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[How the dream began isn't of much importance when it's so... rewarding. He's lauded for his decision, to live, to let them destroy themselves without his flesh on their bitter tongues.

...Their hatred was their undoing, but not yours!

They've done nothing to earn your loyalty, your blood! So you lived!

See, Konoe! How She has saved you from an empty death...!

Enveloped by pride, he wakes with it still in his mind awhirl, shaking his head and rising with a daze. A conviction. A new goddess to owe his fortune to....

And all the while, his sandy blond hair falls about his face, but even longer, thicker than normal, surely, his white ears tipped brown nearly disappearing in the cat's new mane.

Remark on it and he scoffs. What does his hair matter, when there are more important things to tell him. That he's far from foolish! That he's too beautiful to eat! That he's far more blessed than you will ever be! Talking with him - friend or stranger - reveals a Konoe changed, and not for the better, no matter his insistence of the contrary.]

Kh... shut up! Before I make you myself!

[He's bared his fangs, tail thrashing with rage at the insolence - how dare the suggestion this is not Her will so much as arise!]

II.

(open)

[Only when he's transformed again does another emotion break his hubris:

Fear.

Though among those on the attack, his white wings tipped with brown, he uses them most to avoid - to escape - the flames, the flames - just the sight of them chills his soul and renders it torn. He must fight for Her, he must - but the fire, the heat, the destruction... his pupils nearly disappear, slit thin as his eyes shine wide with distress and tears - he's useless to Her...!

Having grown wings by no means taught him how to use them in the chaos, and it isn't long before the wrong maneuver sends him careening towards the ground. And all in what mind he has left on his descent... is that he deserves to.]

III.

(wildcard; afterward)

[ooc: Combining the two, nothing in particular for the aftermath of the invasion at the moment, but I can write a starter for you if asked here! My plotting post is available for hashing out the other prompts as well.]

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[ Hanyuu was walking back to her apartment from work when all of this went down, so she supposes that being at work with a crowd of people would have been worse. So...well, no, it's still pretty bad. This place had been pretty nice to her before now. Jeez. Now there's hypnosis and crystal lions and some kind of siege going on. Great. Fantastic. She hates having to fight, but logistically, if she went with the evacuees, she'd be wasting a spot for someone who actually needs it.

So...she's going to fight, she guesses. ]

II

a
[ This all catches her so off guard, she doesn't even have the time to find some kind of weapon. Whoops. Against the possessed Moonblessed, Hanyuu is only on the defense, telekinetically tossing chunks of rocks and other debris at them just enough to stall their advance. One can see her teleporting around to scope the area for anyone in trouble--if she does, she'll offer her hand. Or her telekinesis, if you just want some help fending off any enemies. ]

b
[ Later on, though, once she's actually gotten her hands on a sword, she focuses on fighting the crystal lions. Less work for her powers, more work for the weapon, less need to worry about possibly hurting any of the possessed Moonblessed. It's been 1,000 years since she's picked up a sword, and her lack of practice shows in her missteps and the few times the blade almost falls from her hands, sending her crashing into a wall, but those 1,000 years ago she was a skilled swordswoman. She's just, you know, relying on muscle memory and hoping it comes back to her in the heat of a fight.

This is all well and good, because she's doing a fair bit of disassociating, considering the last time she physically fought someone it lead to her death. Just concentrate on the enemy in front of you--don't think, don't think.

She runs, she runs, she parries with the edge of the sword, she jumps over a crack in the ground, she calls out to the person fighting closest to her-- ]

Wing to your right! Now!

[ She'll tug you away from the incoming wing sweep if you don't move away in time. ]

III
[ After the dust is settled, and Hanyuu took the time to sleep for half a day and have a good semi-meltdown alone in her apartment, she's back out to help. Not to fight this time, mind you. There's a ridiculous irony in the fact that she's most helpful now in a hospital, after the traumatic things she's seen at a hospital back home. Regrettably, she doesn't have any healing magic, but she does know first aid and some basic medical routines like cleaning and wrapping injuries (and...using syringes, and hooking up IVs, and sewing up smaller wounds, if it comes to that...), so you can spot her tending to any of the wounded with a gentle touch, carting around supplies, or even cleaning.

If you were one of the ones fighting or possessed (wounded or not), she'll tentatively strike up a conversation. ]

So. Um. How are you feeling, today?

[ Alternatively, just catch her going about her volunteer tasks and wildcard a prompt of your choosing. ]

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▶ i. Can you change my name? [Can't Get Used To Living Without You A | Level 2]

By the Six...

[It's an utterance that should hold very little meaning to Ana anymore. She knows that five of them - Melandru, Kormir, Grenth, Dwayna and Lyssa - had left Tyria completely and Balthazar had fallen by her brother's hand following his exile. Granted what she knew and what was wider knowledge were two vastly different things, but really saying such a thing should have given her no comfort.

Yet seeing those awful numerous eyes staring back at her, the massive being that had already taunted her once not long after her arrival on Prismatica, it was the only clear thought that came to her mind, as if some small part of her still clung to the idea that if she beseeched gods that held no dominion over this planet she may be spared.

A foolish idea, really, and the words nor her own will power did anything to tear her gaze away from that horrifying visage. She was there, standing mouth agape at her communicator not five steps from her apartment door, and then she was falling, falling, falling...

At least in her mind she she was. Outwardly she simply stood stock still in a trance, the same eerie words all she could seem to produce.]

EVERY EYE SHALL SEE THEM.

I

[A small inlet of land stretched narrow in to shallow waters, surrounded by the long abandoned wrecks of wooden ships. Beyond in the deeper, murkier waters a ship of bone and rotten flesh floated as if in mockery to the ones that had been dashed in the shallows before it.

Ana, flame hair loose to her shoulders and dressed in leathers of black, gold and red stood with a small gathering of others, specifically an Asura, another human and a charr. Ana, though clearly young in this memory, was addressing the Asura specifically with a tone of authority.

In the water something was moving, slick and fast with snake-like motions.]

"All right, I'll reset the charges on the ship, you keep the krait off the detonator."

[Ana shook her head at Tonn, expression grim.]

"I don't like leaving you unprotected. Between the krait and the sharks..."

"I can handle the cartilaginous cretins that are still out there, and the krait are focused on this position. They won't even notice me."

[Ana still looked doubtful, green eyes flicking up towards the incoming krait, gloved hands tight on her bow. Tonn continued, a gentleness in his voice that belied the dire situation they were in.

Who was he trying to convince, Ana wondered to herself.]

"That ship has to go down. I'll signal when the bomb is ready and I'm clear. When the detonator goes green, throw the switch and enjoy the show."

[Before she could stop him he took off into the waters and their position was quickly set upon by the slithering krait. She began snapping the string on her bow as rapidly as her deft fingers would let her, Tonn left to do what he needed while the remaining troops tried to keep the area around the detonator clear.

After an annoying amount of waves of krait with even more still coming the light finally flashed green on the box, prompting Gilley to cry out.]

"There's the signal! We can't hold this position much longer. Set off the charges. Now!"

[A nod and Ana wasted no time in stowing her weapon, running to the plunger and narrowly jumping over a thrown spear, dropping her hands on the plunger as a massive explosion rocked the bone ship in the water, sending debris and detritus flying into the air. The krait that remained quite literally turned tail and fled back to the waters as the Pact soldiers cheered.

But their celebration was terribly short lived as Gilley spoke up once again.]

"Tonn should've been back by now..."

[Ana felt her heart go to her stomach and she visibly paled. Gilley attempted to reassure her that he was probably just biding his time to return.]

"Let's swim out there and see if we can spot him."

[Into the murky water and they swam towards the wreckage, passing already putrid risen corpses and broken parts until--]

"I see something...by the gods, it's Tonn! He's dead..."

[What?! No. No, he couldn't be--!

But the closer Ana got to Gilley the more obvious the out of place small gray body stood out, floating face down with smoke still rising from an awful burning wound. The smell was somehow worse than rotting risen flesh, though Ana couldn't be certain if the gagging she was experiencing was because of that alone or coupled with seeing a once friend in such a state.

Gilley was calling out to her, trying to get her attention so they could take the poor body back to shore, but the voice was muffled as she stared at the floating Asura, swearing she saw fingers moving but suddenly unable to bring her voice forward.

Suddenly a charred, bloody hand was grabbing her by the side of the hood resting at her shoulders, yanking her closer as Tonn looked up, one eye blown out of his socket and hanging loosely against charred gray flesh as shark-like teeth snarled in her face completely unlike the Tonn she had been speaking with moments before.]

"WHY DIDN'T YOU PROTECT ME?! YOU MADE MY WIFE A WIDOW! WAS IT WORTH IT, ILLYANA?! WAS IT?!"

[All Ana could do in response was scream.]

II

[A jungle but one so unlike any other. Vines moved, twisted, writhed and crawled along almost every surface, massive thorns jutting out every which way, and wrapped within them a man also made of plants but sentient in an entirely different way. He was in pain, slouched and struggling just to speak to those gathered around him. Ana in her earlier twenties still, hair pulled back in a curled ponytail stood next to a male with similar features and hair also pulled back. Both looked tired, exhausted even, dirty and stained in blood both fresh and dry.

In Ana's hands, a broken greatsword, heavier than it should have been given that half its hefty weight was gone. There were tears in her eyes before Traherane could even give the order.]

"Quickly now: use it...on me. Kill me, Illyana."

"What? No!"

[She somehow knew it was what he was going to say, yet her voice still cracked in disbelief.]

"Mordremoth is dead. We destroyed its mind from the inside."

[He groaned and Ana's hands trembled so hard the sword almost fell from her hands. Her brother placed his over hers but neither moved to deliver the blow that Traherane was begging for.]

"But I still hear its voice. Mordremoth is alive. One last hateful vestige...a terrible seed planted deep in my mind. You must kill me. Before that seed grows...before Mordremoth reclaims what it has lost. What's left of me can't survive on its own. Strike now, or—"

[The jungle around them rumbled and the Sylvari's voice doubled with that of something deeper, more sinister, taunting. Though Traherane was the one speaking it was very clearly the last of Mordremoth working through him.]

"I am the future. I am this world. You cannot destroy me. Run while you can!"

[Ana let out a wailing sob and nearly collapsed to her knees, but she heard her brother at her side as he grabbed her upper arm and kept her standing. We must, he was saying, though she could hear the strain in his voice as well. Alone, something they couldn't bring themselves to do. Together there was just enough strength between the two of them. Despite the salty tears rolling down their dirty cheeks they hefted what was left of Caladbolg and went to end Mordremoth's terror once and for all--

Except Traherane stopped speaking in the elder dragon's voice and looked directly at her, a twisted smile on his green lips and his gaze practically burning into her soul.]

"So quick to end me, eh, "Hero"? Couldn't possibly have looked for another way?"

"What? N-no, you--"

"You didn't even try, did you? Wouldn't have all the glory to yourself if Marshal Traherane survived, right?

[Ana dropped to her knees, the remains of Caladbolg landing next to her with a clang. The small clearing was now empty save for her and the Sylvari who was leaning forward now, black tar dripping from his mouth as he spoke to her and his eyes clouding until they were just as pitch as the oozing liquid.

She clutched at her head, shaking it feverently.]

"S... stop it! Stop it! Shut up! It's not like that! There wasn't any other way! I can't fix you!"

[Closer, closer, until a gnarled, bony hand more branch than Sylvari flesh grasped at her upper arm and forced Ana to look at him.]

"Can't... or won't?"

▶ ii. Can you replace my pain? [You're So Self Satisfied | Caelus Tower]

[The memories, if they could even be called that, were still fresh in Ana's mind. Her chest ached just thinking about what Majestas had turned them into but it also made her all the more angry and willing to charge on the so-called king to put an end to what he was doing to Lunatia. It wasn't right, turning people's mistakes against them like that. Any sane person would already feel the guilt from their failings and it was not a knife that anyone deserved to have twisted so. Cerea, Tonn's wife had never forgiven her for what had happened to him in the line of duty, and the loss of Marshal Traherane was one that had never stopped being felt by those closest to him.

In Ana's mind their legacies had been sullied by a creature who had absolutely no business prodding around in her head, let alone dredging up things from a world he knew nothing about.

She had been relatively passive up until now but this set her off in a way that likely would have put her Berserker twin brother to shame. There was no healing staff here. For those affected by the wings she would only offer a passing splash of a healing glyph but the rest of her Druid abilities were on the back burner, given instead over to arrows that flew with deadly speed and accuracy.

She cared not for how much she was draining out of herself as she charged up those steps with wild abandon. Her arms burned, both muscles and wounds, her healing only really being given to those in dire need of it that she passed. More than once she had to wrestle a crystal golem or winged lion off of herself, and by the time anyone familiar crosses her path she should have been put on the side lines a while ago.

But she's refusing, teeth gritted and dripping blood of both herself and enemies ignored for yet another arrow strike against Majestas' forces. At this point she's going to have to be dragged away physically before her path of destruction destroys her instead.]

▶ iii. I know I'm not all wrong [God Knows| Greatmoon Groves]

[The terror passed, Majestas was dealt with properly, and with it all a calm settled over Lunatia as one would expect after such a harrowing event. Anger simmered to sadness, sadness to a heavy guilt that couldn't be shaken no matter how much Ana told herself that the events she re-witnessed were simply twisted versions and very far from the truth.

Tonn had gone on his own to do what he thought needed to be done, well aware of the risk. Trahaerne knew there was no time to free him from Mordremoth's grip, and even if they had there was always a chance he simply wouldn't survive after the extensive damage his body had taken.

Yet the venomous words given onus through Majestas' eyes and spoken through wicked mouths not their own still clawed at her brain, fueled even further by later events that the multi-eyed being hadn't even needed to touch to make her skin crawl and stomach lurch.

Part of the reason she had finally "retired" to be a guild commander instead of traipsing all over Tyria attempting to remedy every single problem she came across was because of what Palawa Joko had said to her before his demise. That even as a so-called hero she was just as destructive as he was, just as dangerous. She would never admit it, not even to her brother, the one person she trusted more than anyone living or alive, but no matter how true or untrue those words had been they still stung and had forced her to reconsider so much about her actions.

She didn't regret her life the way Joko had likely tried to make her but it made her doubt herself enough that she knew she couldn't continue that way much longer.

And now even here when presented with the chance to play hero once more she only only leapt without hesitation, she went on a literal warpath, convincing herself that it was "justice" for what Majestas had done to people's minds and bodies.

Now with a day and some change behind her, wounds bandaged rather than healed by her own magic and lack of chroma leaving her achy and worn down, she knelt at a destroyed flower bed with a pallet of fresh flowers to replace them at her side. Her hands were dirty, the flowers smelling fresh and fragrant, and yet these things that would normally bring her peace and calmness did little to temper the storm inside.

She could easily blame allergies (she had none) for the red eyes and stopped up nose as she continued to dig new holes and place the plants in their new home but anyone with half a brain would know those were tears of sorrow, not pollen.]

▶ iv. WILDCARD

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I can't get used to living without, living without, living without you

[Normally Gawain's high magic resistance coupled with his iron will allows him to resist and avoid such fates as being brain washed. It's probably why his moon phases are normally so mild in comparison to others.
At least that's what he's always thought. But every hero has an off day and Gawain is caught up in the gaze of the other worldly King for far too long.

He's out on the streets when it happens, watching the broadcast from one of the many screens in one of the Lunatia's many shop windows and he's instantly mesmerized. Chanting the words: "Every Eye Shall See Them." That gentle and princely expression that has charmed so many is gone, left with a gaze that is empty and cold.

And when you touch him, you will be drawn into his visions, recounting and mocking an old tale. Three parts in particular stand out though, as detailed or elaborate as you please:

1. The day of the Queen's execution, where Gawain's siblings were violently cut down before him and his heart broke into a million pieces as all his hopes for the world were destroyed. It's his fault of course. If he hadn't been blind to Queen's affair with Lancelot. If he had been a better friend to his fellow knight. If he had been able to protect his siblings, especially his young sister Gareth...

2. There is the afterwards when King Arthur's Army had pursued Lancelot to retrieve the Queen and get vengeance. The King was unwilling to pursue the two lovers, but couldn't say no, not to Gawain's right to justice. And when he faced Gareth's killer in honorable combat, Gawain had lost. Nay, not just lost, but granted mercy, though the wounds from that battle would eventually undue him. Even when it counted, even when he'd wasted all of the King's resources, Gawain still came second to Lancelot. He had ignored the King's true feelings and had nothing to show for it except his eventual death.

3. And then, before he could insist on a rematch, news came that Mordred, the one that had been entrusted to protect their lands, had rebelled. So they had rushed back, all the while with Gawain's wound festering and weakening him. But, he resolved himself to fight. It was his fault after all. If he hadn't wanted to pursue Lancelot, the King wouldn't have been forced to leave their lands in the hands of that viper.

But when they came back to fight, they found themselves outmatched, on the losing side. Gawain fought like a man possessed at Camlann, all the while begging God for a miracle. To save the King he so admired. To save the Kingdom he had poured so much blood into. And then hope came. In the one form that Gawain could not accept.

Lancelot came onto the battlefield in their hour of need. In order to help them. His face haggard and worn, desperate as if he sought salvation not just for the king, but for himself as well. And then, in that moment, Gawain committed the gravest sin of his entire life. He forced Lancelot away. Rejected the help of the traitor who had humiliated their king. And so Gawain drew his sword on him, forcing Lancelot to leave. Sending away the only man who had a chance of saving them. It was Gawain's fault that the King he loved and respected had died. That the kingdom had been lost.

Mordred finishing Gawain off that night was a stroke of mercy. Though really, Sir Mordred was called the Knight of Treachery, but was that fair when it had been Sir Gawain's selfishness that had truly finished them? And yet, in this new life, he had to nerve to walk around free and happy? To make amends by throwing his own will away?

These thoughts play, both truthful, yet tinged with the bitterness of that highly critical voice as you share in this experience with him.]

You’re so self-satisfied, I don’t need you

A

[Still enthralled by Majestas, Gawain looks very much like the image of an avenging angel, his silver armor a perfect match for the white wings he has grown. The new strength and fire magic he has compliment his natural talents far too well and he's a fearsome enemy, holding fast against any hero who wants to save the day. With his boon from the sun granting triple stats and this new angelic boost, only the truly strong and steadfast will have a chance to hold him back in time to seal his powers.]

B-This can involve moonlacing of either the gen, shippy or smutting varieties

[Now that the curse is gone from him, Gawain hasn't had time to think on everything he's experienced even though it's there, a hurt and shame that will take some time to process. But now isn't the time. Instead he's put himself into the fight, aiding here and there. Holding back enemies and placing seals as need be. And probably taking moments to restore his own chroma, since this has been very taxing on him. Of course, if you see him and clearly remember the terror he was in the previous prompt he raises a hand in a conciliatory gesture.]

I know that apologies are not enough, but I really am myself again, I assure you. And I know that words are not enough but allow me to prove myself through my deeds.

God knows, got to make it on my own

[And now that it is all over, Gawain naturally throws himself into helping with the clean up. The mental wounds of the trance he was in haven't gone away yet, but Gawain has never been once to dwell on such things for long, for better and for worse. Instead he chooses to take all this stress and put it towards helping others.

He can be seen using his natural strength to clear rubble and even in the hospitals, attending to the wounded. Maybe he's even attending to you and he's much more gentle than one would think. Regardless, charity has always come naturally to him and was known to be one of Sir Gawain's greatest qualities. And his persona is comforting, like a warm breeze that soothes the soul.

So let's go and do good works together!]

Notes: If you guys have a non event prompt, or want to modify one of the above, feel free. I'm always open to questions as well! I'm also up to pre event stuff like moonphases and the like. If you have an idea message me on discord@Joy#8142,

Kanetsugu or through pms.

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CAN'T GET USED TO LIVING WITHOUT — a, open.

[ The streets of Level 3 are overrun between the throng of people trying to get into hiding and those falling into mysterious trances. Chaos with the rise of the seraphim, sky a blood red without the influence of Sanguis, a familiar scene that Rokurou picks through carefully. Avoiding clusters of frightened prismals and moonblessed, he cuts through the alleyways of Caihong as he makes his way back to his apartment.

Only, he keeps running into lines of people blocking the way, staring with blank eyes and repeating the same creepy phrase: EVERY EYE SHALL SEE THEM, EVERY EYE SHALL SEE THEM, EVERY EYE SHALL SEE THEM—!

Talk about a bridge he doesn't wanna cross. Or ... line of weirdos he doesn't want to cut through, as it were. Some have fallen, some are piled on top of each other, there's no real way through unless he climbs or starts shoving. They're innocent people, even if they're creepy right now. ]

You've gotta be kidding me ...

[ Backtracking, he nearly bumps into someone else, narrow these alleyways without chanting, possessed people are— ]

Sorry. [ as he steps back, giving a suspicious look over, ] You're not going to start chanting at me, are you? Because I'm really not in the mood.

CAN'T GET USED TO LIVING WITHOUT — b, open.

[ The city's descended into more chaos, with crime spiking suddenly in a way he's never noticed before. Even as a reckless guy, Rokurou has to stand back and whistle at some of what he witnesses: people screaming YOU THINK YOU'RE BETTER THAN ME? before smashing a window, at least three purses stolen right off a woman's shoulder, someone literally snatching candy from a baby while laughing ...

He isn't sure which is worse: the rampant petty crime that throws a wrench into his daily schedule, the chanting from entranced people, or the haughty laughter as someone proves their superiority by stomping on someone's foot or lording their new found wealth (stolen goods). It's getting too warm for fur coats, but there are are least twelve people wandering around in them, iced out in jewelry, paired wide-brim hats.

It's at a liquor store that he pauses. The window's broken and no one seems to be manning the counter—and when he peers in, there are a few veeeery nice bottles of whiskey just. Sitting there. Within arm's reach.

Well, when in Rome, right? Or, really, when in hell, because that's basically what's going on with the confusion and chaos. So, Rokurou reaches over the broken glass and grabs a bottle, tucks it into the elbow of his other arm, before reaching back for a second ... feeling eyes on him, he glances up. ]

....... I didn't break the glass, just so you know. It was like this when I got here.

[ Like that somehow changes how he's brazenly just. Takin' some booze. But c'mon, it's not like he's the guy across the way demanding all of the engagement rings in the show case because he deserves all the diamonds in the world since they match his personalty. ]

GOT TO MAKE IT ON MY OWN — c, open.

[ It looks like it's all calmed down, the only thing left to do being to pick up the pieces. The levels return to normalcy, ruined buildings are under repair, and those who were hurt get the medical attention they need. It's back to normal ... or mostly. Rokurou notices the shift in tone in Level 3, his usual haunt, from glances sent in his direction to the tension that sits in some shoulders when he notices a fellow moonblessed passing by a prismal.

Small things. Nothing huge until the sprawling, brightly colored graffiti that spoils the view of one of his favorite places to linger. A small bridge over the river; there are plenty, but there's one in particular he's become rather fond of, enjoying the serenity of water and watching the koi dart beneath the glasslike surface.

And now, right across the way, there's a brick wall with FUCK MOONBLESSED!! spray-painted in big, bold letters.

What else can a simple, humble moonblessed do but pose in front of it for a picture? ]

Hey! [ as he calls out to what looks like another moonblessed, waving his hand, ] Mind taking a picture for me?

[ We gotta do it for the meme. ]

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i. living without you (3/24)

[ it was sheer dumb luck that he managed to tear his eyes away from the beast's terrible visage before it was too late, and he knows it. and that's the least of what's pissing him off right now. so obviously he's out looking for trouble (in the form of lion-maned troublemakers). ]

Hey! You over there! Just what do you think you're doing?!

[ ...but, uh, he's also not in the most discerning, analytical mood right now, so... it's possible whoever he just accosted isn't actually up to anything particularly sinister, or even affected by majestas's possession at all. (nevertheless, if he doesn't get a response, he'll escalate to grabbing them by the wrist or shoulder to try to force an acknowledgment. don't ignore him!!) ]

ii. i don't need you (3/25)

a.
[ he's flown to the top of caelus tower before, just to take in the view of the city or be close to the beautiful orb of light; of course he's headed there again, even in the absence of a concrete plan of action. he's fast and maneuverable in the air, and he felt quite certain that the only real problem (even if it is a doozy) would be figuring out to do once he got to the top of the tower.

but then there's the sound of trumpets, and the skies are choked with enemies. and it's not long before he finds himself face to face with another moonblessed. ]

...Well?
b.
[ now that he actually has the ability to accomplish something (in the form of a tidy stack of protective seals), titus is all fired up and raring to go. brace yourselves, winged fiends: he's coming for you. ]

Hold still, damn it! You cannot escape me, you know?!
c.
[ of course, eventually he's got to restock and power up. these seals aren't going to enchant themselves, and there's a limit to what one mage can do, no matter how keyed up he gets.

perhaps you yourself have just been freed from possession (perhaps even by titus). or perhaps you too have been fighting majestas's forces and sealing his power however you can. perhaps you've even somehow avoided all the commotion up to now and are just trying to mind your own business! and perhaps he marches over with purpose, or perhaps he reaches out weakly and with desperation...

but regardless of everything else, what he has to say will be the same: ]

Quick!! Hug me!!

iii. got to make it my own (3/25 and beyond)

[ clearing debris was the most obvious way to help. it requires power, but no special skill or knowledge; no real thought, either. he just has to levitate all the rubble away from the areas it's blocking and set it down in the designated locations. simple. he likes that he can spare the other volunteers some heavy labor, and he also likes that it doesn't require much (or any) interaction with them...

it's not really accurate to say that he doesn't want to talk to anyone, or that he wants to be alone. but he's uncertain, adrift... he's afraid to talk to anyone. he's too ashamed to face the prismals after everything that's happened, and he can't really figure out how to face his fellow moonblessed. that is... what in the world is there to say?

in any case, he's now been at it for quite a while on his own. and using a lot of magic, obviously (and therefore using a lot of chroma). eventually he realizes he's on the verge of overdoing it. a part of him would kind of like to just keep at it until his strength completely gives out, but he can't let himself be that self-indulgent; he does the reasonable thing and holsters his wand.

...however...

he was handling this stretch of road by himself, and he's just not ready to go explain the situation and recruit more help, much less ask anyone to help him regenerate chroma.

so instead he's trying to keep shifting the debris—with some good old-fashioned elbow grease, lifting and carrying whatever's small enough, pushing and shoving whatever's not!

he's the opposite of well equipped for this. frankly, he looks ridiculous. ]

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[A]

It's only Thereth's keen adventurer instincts that make her look away from Majestas' many-eyed stare in time to avoid his spell. It's also those instincts – or perhaps it would be better to call it experience in this case – that leads to her putting on all of her armor before leaving the apartment, so that she's ready for what she finds outside. She helps the entranced as best she can, but there's not much she can do until the Lunar Scientia starts handing out seals.

She picks up quite a few of them, eagerly, and then...starts approaching people on the street. Friend and stranger both will find the armored tauren holding a hand out to them, a determined look in her eyes. At least she's never been shy about touching.

“They're charged by using Chroma,” in case they haven't heard, or don't quite understand what she's trying to do. “Please. I need help.”

[B]

Thereth is happy to help the entranced with seals, but she's also very good at fighting monsters. She has to get in melee with the winged lions, but once she's there, her greataxe makes quick work of them. Slowly but steadily she helps push up the tower, falling behind whoever seems to have the best plan of attack at any given moment.

Halfway up, she spots one of the crystal golems marching towards a figure trapped in the corner. These have been harder for her to take down – what she needs is a bludgeoning weapon, not an axe or a knife – but those instincts take over and she barrels after it anyway, roaring, hoping to take its attention away from the other fighter. She cuts an intimidating figure, and she tends to be pretty good at drawing aggression while her comrade – hopefully – gets the chance to strike back.

[C]

Once the lion king has been defeated, she heads towards the hospital, checking on the way to ensure that what's left of Majestas' army is being taken care of. The battle, although fierce, had felt almost routine to her in a way – a callback to her regular life back home, fighting for the glory of the Horde and the safety of Azeroth. Patching up the wounded was just as normal.

Throughout her stint at the hospital, she sheds most of her armor, working in just her gambeson, cuisses and greaves. She doesn't know much about the advanced technologies this world has, but she grasps the basics quickly enough, and relies on her knowledge of field medicine for the rest.

They've put her to work mostly tending to burns and stitching up minor cuts. She kneels down to tend to her next patient, producing one of those advanced technologies out of her pockets – a hypospray. “This is for pain,” she explains, with a comforting smile. “It works without a needle.”

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▶ WHO: renji & y'all
▶ WHAT: majestas event
▶ WHEN: end of march/april
▶ WHERE: around lunatia, caelus tower
▶ WARNINGS: violence and such

▶ PROMPTS

▶ IT'S NOT LIVING IF IT'S NOT WITH YOU

A. [ It's the end of another month, and just like clockwork something fucked up happens. People suddenly come to an eerie stillness on their couch, in the streets, in front of store displays, as the eyes of Majestas pull them into his thrall.

Renji catches it when it starts, before he knows better than to come near these people-turned-statues. He approaches with veiled concern, a cautious note in his voice. He thinks he can hear some muttering? Like a low chant pouring from unconscious lips. It's creepy as fuck, to be honest. But he can't really leave well enough alone once he sees someone come to a halted stand still. ]

Oi, you alri—

[ And no sooner does Renji's hand fall on your shoulder is he drawn into a vision of the past. ]

B. [ It's not too long before Renji is drawn in himself. A hundred eyes stare into him and it's all too easy to peel away the facade of bravado and expose the weakness beneath. He can feel something tearing into his psyche, unraveling a string of sin-tainted memories. They play before his eyes in a disconnected sequence, but the feelings roiling in his chest are achingly familiar. Shame and remorse that's dogged him his whole life. He couldn't save them. He let her go. He pushed him away.

The frames run on loop, make him sick and disoriented, unstuck and drowning in a sea of bitter recollections. And then they freeze on one moment in particular. Found something worth exploiting. And the world snaps back into focus.

His sword is raised over his head. A teenager with bright orange, bloodied hair is bowed before him. Renji's expression is dark, almost impassive, but his chest is boiling over with savage fury. Not at this boy, he's done nothing to deserve this. He knows that. Striking him down now won't change anything. It won't save Her. But he doesn't know what else to do with this impotent rage but sink his sharpened fangs into the most convenient target. Like an untamed beast. ]

You can't save Her. [ When Renji speaks, there's an eerie sense of familiarity. He can almost hear himself say it before the words leave his mouth. ] Because you're already dead.

[ With one final blow, his sword swings down on Ichigo. ]

▶ NOW I WAS SATISFIED BEING IN LOVE WITH A LIE

C. [ The heavy beating of enormous wings fills the sky as those enthralled by the Prideful King awaken. In spite of the weight of his past that had pinned him, motionless, in a trance, Renji answers the trumpet call. He's nothing but a dog, but even a stray as unruly as he could learn to heel for Her.

His sword no longer recognizes his master, but Renji doesn't need to release Zabimaru to cut a furious swathe through the Prismals and Moonblessed coming to raid the tower. ]

Stay back!

[ Renji's sword slices down and the metal leaves behind an arc of flames and a burning, iron tang in the air. He snarls at the raiders below, his arm thrown back for a second vicious swing. ]

D. [ Eventually, Renji has a seal slapped on him. That's really when he should have stopped, staggered back to one of the triage tents to get himself assessed. Maybe have a lie down after the... challenging few days he's had.

Instead, Renji is still at the Tower. His conscience can't let this go, so here he is, charging into battle once more. On the other side this time. A fistful of seals in one hand, his sword in the other. He hasn't enchanted the seals yet, though. He's not exactly one to think more than one step ahead, but he assumes if he can bring down one of these bastards flitting around then he can figure the rest out later.

Turns out that part's a little harder than he thought it'd be. ]

Stand— [ Zabimaru's extending blades shear off some feather tips and nothing more as a possessed Moonblessed dodges out of his way. ] —still, you asshole—!

▶ TOUCH BASE WITH YOUR BODY BLUES

E. [ Emergency triage centers pop up amid the ruins of the city. The flurry of volunteer nurses whirling through the overflowing infirmary weave through and past the waiting patients, lingering in plastic chairs and makeshift beds.

Renji is one of these patients, fingers picking at the edge of the seal on his chest as he sits against a wall and waits his turn like the rest of them. His skin looks raw in places, red and blistering from fresh burns, and in others blood crusts around some shallow wounds. He looks worse than he feels, but then again that's not saying much when he feels fucking terrible. And not just because he's so drained of Chroma from all the fighting that he can hardly move. He looks around at these faces and wonders if he was the one who put them here. He can't remember now that the trance has passed.

After a moment of consideration, Renji extends a hand towards a fellow in-patient crowded next to him in the clinic. ]

We might be waitin' a while.

[ Might as well get a head start on the healing, right? ]

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