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AUGUST TDM.
| ➛ Welcome to Last Eden's TDM for August! Threads here can be counted as game canon. ➛ Feel free to use the prompts to test out a new character or to try out the game's premise! ➛ The TDM can be used for your application sample, though it is not a requirement. A DREAM, OF A SOUL AWAKE. You are asleep. The dreamscape ripples, resolves into a vision of a foreign land, and then a world of pure white. There is the sensation of rising through deep water, and then you find yourself in a room of white marble. Your items may be set on the floor around you, or you could have arrived bare-handed - whichever it is, you'll soon be addressed by a couple of tired-looking people in white coats. It seems they're as confused as you are. A ➛ After getting a brief introduction to the White Moon and choosing a faction, you will be allowed to leave. It's a whole new world, after all - so why not look around? The architecture of the Administrative Zone is very formal, in high contrast to the Free Market which is practically a riot of colour and wares. Merchants from all four nations peddle their wares here - have a look around, but also keep a watch on your purse. Some things can be quite expensive. B ➛ As you head out of the Administrative Zone's gates, a flash of light catches your eye. The sun-crystal is reflected quite brightly in the window of a nearby building, almost dazzling you - and in that instant you see someone behind you in the street. A youth with white hair and grey clothing, oddly familiar. You blink, and he's gone. Maybe he was never there at all. TO THE STARS, WE ENTRUST OUR DIRECTION. The money given to every new foreigner is limited. It seems you will be expected to earn your keep from now on, either through tradecraft or through offering your services to the populace. If taking on small contracts isn't your thing, each faction also has bounties up for the taking. After all, you carry a surprising resistance to the miasma that lurks outside the city walls. Why not put it to use? C ➛ Fancy taking a ride on a dragon? The roostkeepers of the Ice faction are friendly and will allow you to interact with their charges as long as you're respectful of their boundaries. The older dragons will merely gaze at you pensively, but the youngsters are always up for a game of catch or two. There's also the option of dragon taxi if you wish to travel between regions. If you can fork out the coin, they'll send you across the Moon in the fastest time possible. D ➛ The inland Sea is abuzz with activity at this time of the year. While the seasonal variations are dampened inside the Moon ship, that hasn't stopped the natives from hanging out at the beach. The Blood faction's side has plenty of revelry, with fireworks set off at night and grilled fish stalls set up along the waterfront. Some of the food on offer may carry potent effects, however - the shamans are used to ingesting enhanced wines, but are you? E ➛ If you've let slip the fact that you're from another world, you may soon gain some fans. Some natives will be curious and wish to interview you, but others may have more shady intentions. It can be hard to distinguish well-wishers from kidnappers - if you're being cornered by a few very earnest folk, it might be time to run. F ➛ The roostkeepers will let you ride one of their older dragons if you are going to the Badlands on an exploration mission. It's a desolate landscape barren and devoid of all plant life, but such rocks might hide valuable treasures. Strange ores and crystals jut out of rock formations about a mile or two outside the city walls. Even map information will fetch you some reward from your faction. But don't venture out too far, or your resistance may wear off and leave you at the mercy of the elements. G ➛ Wildcard! Feel free to utilize minor NPCs if needed. If you have any questions about the setting, direct them towards the FAQ. |
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[ Troubling as it is heartening, to know that others have experienced the same vision which he, Julius, Lunafreya, and others have beheld. ]
...remarkable. [ Giving pause, Sion cants his head to the side, considering his new-found companion with a quiet gaze, as analytical as it is warm, his golden eyes liming with a soft-touched glow. ] And more than that, it is a testament to the fact that we are present here for a reason.
[ But that 'reason' is something which the Director has yet to unearth, despite being granted resources by the Prime Minister. Still, there is always time for more research; for further study of the anomaly which had seen so very, very many displaced upon the vessel of the White Moon. For now, is it not better to give his attention to the new arrivals; to the people who needed him in the here and now?
A gentle hum upon his lips, the Director wonders at marking which does not mar, but simply seems to fit the younger man's face, and thinks, for a fraction of a second, that he has glimpsed the lines of red before.
(That once, he knew to call them a 'curse', for they were none too dissimilar from the lines of old magic written into his own body, their function similar in principle: sacrificing the bearer's humanity for the power to deliver others from harm.)
But--...
No, the Director dispels the thought. ]
If I may, might I ask you to humor me? [ Shaking his head, Sion offers the younger man a smile, inquisitive and bright. ] Would you introduce me to your friend?
[ The golem, Sion clarifies with a small flourish of wrist. ]
/buckles in and braces, sobs..
[ Dimly, somewhere, Allen realizes the other man is still talking. That he should say something, shake it off, and realize it isn't a dream. That's very much real, despite how surreal it is, that voice that he's heard so many times since that shadowed dungeon in swan lake and the last breath he drew while still alive.
At least—the last until now.
But the man standing in front of him right now—speaking with such bright ease and striding forward on the white marble, as effortlessly regal and kind as he ever was, like not a day has passed...
He isn't imagining it, right? The friend he wanted to see again so badly, even when hoping the rest of them had managed to return home when Allen and Lux in death had their souls pulled somewhere else. To live as guardians in an afterlife in Allen's world that also wasn't his world and the wrong time entirely.
He makes a bit of a choked sound and jerks at that, so easily asking after Timcanpy like it's the most normal thing in the world, not a day passed. ]
Being in this place after so long and saying that—you haven't changed at all, have you! [ It's said in no accusation though, but blurted in what is surely heartwrenched disbelief. And he's no longer a god, no longer a soul standing in Michael's stead as guardian angel, just as Sion is no dead spirit in his realm, thus he has no concept of who remembers him and who doesn't. No instinct about when not to push. Even if he did—
—even if he did it probably wouldn't keep him from blurting it out like that and taking a step forward. To look so stricken it's like his heart breaks a bit at seeing Sion..
...and so very glad as well.
It really is you, isn't it. ]
Hero King Sion Astal.
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[ How had he missed it? The mystified expression which the younger man had worn, that far-off look which clouded grey eyes (...as though rising from some dream, some reverie...), it hadn't at all been attributed to the wonder (and the disquiet) borne of being displaced, but rather--... Because of the Director himself. Because of Sion Astal and his own inability to see that which manifest before him in a sound (choked with emotion), an exclamation ("you haven't changed at all!"), and a countenance so afflicted with heartache and joy that--...
It is difficult to gaze upon the new arrival without so too being moved.
But that does not mean the Director will shy away (no, he has never been one to do such a thing, not when war between the moons loomed upon the Company's doorstep, and certainly not when he had been a King, surrendering himself to the light of the void and emerging unburnt and unblinded), but rather the opposite: he moves to embrace the newcomer, a hand rising to cup the side of the younger man's face, willowed fingers delicately fitting to a jaw which is rounded, yet, with youthfulness and not set hard with age.
And as always, Sion emanates only an aura of calm, somehow serene when he asks: ]
You knew me, when I wore a crown?
[ That life, which seemed more prevalent, more real and profound, than the existence which he had lead in the Quad--... Someone else knew of it? Knew of him? ]
When I feared the monster I would become, and abandoned my closest, dearest friends in the hope of shielding them from path I was destined to walk alone--...
[ Ferris had had tears in her eyes, when he had walked away from her. Never, had he thought he would see the day when she shed tears because of him.
Ryner, how betrayed he'd been. Declaring that he would save him, save the Sion who he'd known since boyhood, when they'd been enlisted in the military, naive, yet, to the ways of the world and of war. ]
Did you know me, then? [ Golden eyes glowing all the more brightly, Sion searches the other man's face, hoping to find something. Anything. The barest trace of a memory which might unlock more of the life which he'd yet to recall fully.
(And all of the lives intwined with it.) ] And if you did...
[ Shaking his head, Sion's smile becomes something pained; something which flickers beneath the weight of guilt and of loss so profound that—
—instead of shedding tears himself, he can only think to tease. To laugh: ]
How is it possible that you can call me 'Hero King' while wearing such an unfair expression?
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You don't remember him, do you? Sion, who Allen had once forgotten... and who Allen had promised to never forget again.
Somehow it never occurred to Allen—forgotten as he had been back on Earth by both Lux and Lavi, who was used to never being remembered by anyone these past three months since last they were in Enprise... it never occurred to him that Sion might also forget him.
So when the other man lays his hand so gently along his jaw, with such familiarity even though it's obvious he doesn't truly recall him.. Allen's expression is slack and even if Sion doesn't cry, it's certainly enough to cause his own eyes to well. Ever the same. Even if you forgot him, you still—
He makes a bit of a choked sound, something that's covered up as a weak sort of laugh as he scrubs for a moment at the side of his face Sion didn't touch. ]
Isn't it obvious? [ Don't you dare tease him for sounding so raw even as he huffs..! Because though he ruffles in response to the light tease, the sobriety of what Sion said isn't lost on him. That chilling reveal:
"When I feared the monster I would become, and abandoned my closest, dearest friends in the hope of shielding them from path I was destined to walk alone--..."
It almost sets him back a pace, dry-mouthed, how he speaks of that. And for a moment Allen isn't sure if he's speaking of himself... or him. Yet.. it makes him all the more certain in his response, his gaze lifted to meet Sion's own gold ones squarely, even as bright with what's unshed as they are—
And to respond in kind, with yes, heartache—but such a truly glad if cracked sort of smile as well. ]
You're still the idiot I promised I'd save.
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We were friends. [ —of this Sion is certain, even if he has long since been uncertain of himself, the question of who am I? lurking as a shade, a shadow of a thought at the back of his mind the more he remembered and the more he became acquainted with his other lives (those wails which would never vanish, the cries and shouts of the humans who had fought and failed but would never be forgotten so long as they were carried within his heart). ]
And you are a fool. [ For making such a promise. For daring to pin Sion beneath the weight of a gaze over-bright with tears and expecting him—Sion, of all people, who is an infamous 'crybaby', known to weep even on behalf of those who could shed no tears for themselves, to retain his composure. Because--... it's a difficult thing, far more so than he'd ever expected, to let go of someone who he had never known, but felt bonded to all the same.
Gingerly and perhaps reverently, he strokes a thumb over the rise of the younger man's cheek, his touch brushing across the markings there before it falls away, and Sion withdraws his hand completely. ]
As though... [ His expression contorts into something terrible, after that, shadowed with the knowledge that it is inescapable, that path he is destined to walk; that monster he would become. But that darkness is short-lived, fleeting if only because he has found someone (another someone) to be strong for: ] ...as though I would let any friend of mine keep that promise!
[ (Though I do not know you, I want to protect you still.) ]
If I haven't changed, then... [ Funny, how much that declaration meant. That despite being lost amid a tidal wave of emotions and memories (belonging both to himself and to many), one person (his friend) thinks that, at the very least, Sion has remained true to himself. That--...
He hasn't yet begun to disappear. ]
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[ There is something challenging in Sion's expression, then, as defiant as it is good-natured. Emotional and daring for this new-comer (stranger and friend) to rail against the word of a Director, of a Hero King who...!!
Is definitely not crying. His eyes are only smarting. There are no tear-trails streaking down his cheeks. None at all!! ]