EVENT: ORIGIN'S ORIGINS

[fairwind]

Who: explorers!
When: Day 31, night
Where: The Jungle

[The sun has gone down when the heroes receive an unmarked message:

This Star has secrets you should know. If you want to find them, follow the light.

Should they look outside, they will in fact see a light -- a thin but bright pillar rising from the overgrown town out in the jungle.

It's still raining, still covered in frogs, but there's definitely something going on.

And in the direction of the beach, there's also a faint, bell-like ringing. But that's not what's calling you right now... is it?]

[PREMINGLE ★ NOTES ★ SESSIONS ★ AFTERMINGLE]

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[rolebreaker]

[ midnight is honestly much less willing to listen to 80H for the sake of listening to her, but breaking the uneasy truce would be near meaningless at this point. the rasping laughter coming from sophie makes him feel sick. he should go. he should... ]

You should have left us alone. [ just growls low in his throat as he reaches up to try and remove the rest of the chains himself. he knows that sophie hasn't backed down entirely. his hands are nearly fucking useless, but he doesn't want them touching his skin anymore ]

Unless you want to make this into a hobby.

[voreaciously]

Do not speak, Breeze-han. You can fight me, if you have the energy for it. Whenever you wish. I would prefer it to this.

[She is going to gently, but firmly kick the chains away from Midnight, because she trusts Breeze about as far as she can th--no she could throw her very far.

Point being, no trust!!! Chains go]

I will heal both of you, and you will not begin again freshly.

[To Midnight:]

I enjoy hobbies.

[But she is going to kneel by Breeze's side first and wrap her throat in an orb of water. She removes the glass--carefully--and begins healing her throat.

Breeze won't feel a thing of pain, only cool comfort and safety.]

[bondkeeper]

[ the chains tighten around his neck again, thwarting both their attempts to get rid of it - and sends another shock. tilts her head vaguely away from the attempts to heal the glass too- though she doesn't make a real move to stop it, so maybe it's more like just baring her throat, if not for the look on her face and the weight of her voice. ]

The problem's proximity, right? Just tell me where to take our date instead.

[rolebreaker]

[ fuck you too sophie.

he can't say he didn't expect something like that, but it still sends him coughing violently to shake off the pain. his shoulders tremble from the force. ... or is that laughter? ]

If you're that keen on killing me, you can do it later. [ half-wheezes out. as he attempts to push himself to stand. stubbornness really runs in the family. ]

And I don't need your help. Not now, and not in the future.

[voreaciously]

[you're getting healed you useless bisexual, but oh 80H isn't having this shit]

Do not be a fool! Let him go.

[oh for heaven's sake--Those chains are special, she doesn't know if she can break them.]

Do you not understand? It is not merely proximity but doing the enemy's job for them.

[She snaps coldly and thinks of naeva for a moment wondering if she'd laugh or give her a look, but it doesn't matter. 80H avoids people, she doesn't go out of her way to speed up the process by fighting them to the death.

She hears Midnight, but doesn't think to form a reply, since Breeze holds her attention with her RENEWED STRANGLING ATTEMPTS.

Fuck it.

She is going to try and pull the chains off Midnight's throat.]

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[bondkeeper]

Damn fucking straight I am.

[ plants her fist on the ground and pushes herself back up onto her feet, tangling her free hand in a few more loops of chain ]

We're supposed to bond? Get to know each other, get all close and cozy?

Not a fucking chance. Hey, what happens when you drop off and the Malice eats you or whatever, anyway? It's not like death, right? Maybe he just stops existing?

[bondkeeper]

Bet you'd love that.

[ and she sends. a much stronger surge down the chains again. ]

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[rolebreaker]

[ okay nevermind fuck standing i guess.

as stubborn as he is he can't stop his voice from leaving his throat in a garbled painful sound, and he can't stop his legs from buckling from underneath him.

he does at least catch himself on his hands and knees-- though considering the state of his hands that may have been a mistake ]

[rolebreaker]

[ the coughing now is definitely laughter. a dry, low sound from deep in his chest. his entire body is screaming at him. he couldn't disappear now even if he tried. even though he wants to. ]

What... you don't believe that I can be saved? [ he's. going to try to push himself up again. and again. and again, ] What would your Athena have to say about that? Are you so willing to risk this world -- this existence -- that you think is worth saving.....

[ he stumbles, swaying on his feet. meeting her eyes. ]

If you want to erase me so badly, who am I to deny you? Sophie...

[voreaciously]

[The chain won't budge no matter how hard she tries--and she is trying, having hundreds of pounds of strength. This isn't typical, as she suspected.

Midnight's hands are getting worse, she knows. She can still fix it, but his getting oxygen is much more dire at the moment. The shocks hurt her too and she hisses in pain, but she is not about to give up, one way or another.]

[bondkeeper]

[ "Sophie."

she snaps. it's like suddenly 80H isn't even there, suddenly the chains aren't even there, even though they subconsciously tighten under Sophie's grips when her hands shoot out to grab onto Ras's throat themselves, all while she just starts screaming, really only half-coherent. ]

You're meaningless to this world! You don't care if it all goes to shit! That's exactly what you've always wanted! The moment I let you out of my sight you'll just disappear off to Hades or Malice or whatever other convenient darkness you can use as an excuse to not care about anything again! How could I save you without Athena when all I'm good for is hurting people and ruining everything and even there I'm no match for your stupid fucking strength?! It was so hard! It was so hard to kill you and I couldn't even do it any better way, but I thought at least I'd accomplished something! But everything I do is meaningless to you! If you're just going to give up on it anyway then give it back! Give me your life back, you son of a bitch!

[rolebreaker]

[ he'd expected-- no, wanted an explosion. he'd laid the bait-- full of purpose and the breadcrumbs of familiarity he still had with her, that gave him the ability to cut with words, with intent. the perfect example of why you shouldn't lay yourself bare... in truth, he'd wanted her to snap. to kill him. of course. they both knew this.

but this was not the reaction he was expecting.

he can barely keep up. there's too many paths, too many leaps and missing gaps. too many things he never had the tools with which to understand in the first place. his head is spinning, though that may simply be the growing lack of oxygen. certainly... that is to blame for his only being able to latch onto the last part. that last demand. ]

..... you want my life?

[bondkeeper]

Yeah.

[ presses down on his windpipe with her thumbs like she's trying to crush it, voice gone soft but for the faint underpainting of mania ]

No one else gets to kill you. Shut up and die again, Rasmaki mou.

[rolebreaker]

[ Rasmaki mou.

he reaches up to grasp her wrists. not pulling her away. her face is swimming in his head. her face. her face. her -- ]

Is this what love is... to you?

[voreaciously]

[Breeze obsessively tunnel visions, blind to 80H.

Good. Then she will not see her coming.

She has since let go of the chain, gloves singing slightly with the force of the electricity, but intact. She can marvel at the durability of her clothes later.

For now, she slides behind her and snaps a hand, her fingers together, to the back of her head in a sharp blow.]

[bondkeeper]

[ the face she makes at that question

ultimately doesn't really matter since then she just crumples over unconscious. tunnel vision is bad, kids ]

[rolebreaker]

[ his arms move-- but it's too slow. she's already to the ground before he actually fully registers to catch her.



no. why is he trying to catch her?

he stands there for a moment, just. still and stiff and staring down at her prone body in a heavy daze.

before he steps back a couple of steps. and without even looking at 80h, turns to leave without a word. ]

[voreaciously]

[don't worry, she catches Sophie before she can tumble to the ground, it is the less do before heading towards Ras.

Without setting Breeze down, water begins to gather around his hands to heal them.]

[rolebreaker]

[ he stops immediately. practically wrenching his hands out of the manifesting water, ]

I said I don't need it.

[voreaciously]

[He may certainly try, but the spheres adhere to him like they are his skin. A iittle hard to shake, that.]

You, in fact, do. And I broke them to begin with. I am only righting what I wronged in the first place.

[rolebreaker]

[ ... big dislike. he tries to shake one of his hands out again. like a cat. a very discomforted cat. ]

I don't need your pity, and I don't feel like relieving your guilt.

[voreaciously]

[She closes the distance and moves her free hand.]

I do not feel guilt nor pity. [but especially not the latter.]

Do not mistake my intentions. It is as I have said: fighting in such a way will only invite Malice, and I will not abide that.

You may continue your tantrum after we are finished.

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[rolebreaker]

I am not having a tantrum. [ he snaps. irately. in a tone that would suggest a tantrum. ]

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[rolebreaker]

[ ... hah. ]

But she was right. If it's "inviting Malice" that you're so worried over, you should have let her kill me.

[voreaciously]

You would simply return, and I doubt that would please her and so she would have to do it again and again and again. No. Absolutely not. I do not know the entire scope of your relationship, but she is trying to be better. She cannot be if she succumbs to such obsessive madness.

We have enough to concern ourselves with as it stands.