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jigokulogs2022-06-13 05:21 pm
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Safe Harbor [Cursed Night Event Prompts]
Who ⬤ Ydris and OTA
What ⬤ Cursed Night Prompts
When ⬤ Days following the Cursed Night
Where ⬤ Sutoku area apartment complex
Content Warnings ⬤ Nightmarish corpse imagery, supply&food scarcity
i. I am a safe ship, harbored.
[Ydris' apartment complex might not look like the fanciest of buildings, but it sure was sturdy. The rain and nightmares hadn't yet damaged the spot and that was enough to keep them around. There were evacuation areas many preferred, but Ydris wanted to be more useful than just hunkering down. They would hunker down close to the action, providing a safe harbor for those who knew they could duck in.
For those who do, Ydris directs them to take a shower, launder their clothes, and sit for a meal. The dragon had left overs from their magnificent picnic spread and the pig they roast, but they are being notably slim in what they give to each guest. A piece of toast, an egg, a bit of shredded pork, some rice... it's not grand spread, but it will fill the belly]
I'm rationing. Who knows when this will blow over.
[if their guest looks particularly haggard, though, they'll grab a bottle of left over wine and pour them a glass of that. Sorry that all they have left is red....]
ii. Emergency Location Network
[To any who have had their fill and their rest, Ydris worries their lip as they prepare to leave.]
You're really going back out into that? [They look to their phone at the counter, before gesturing at it]
Don't you have the Ember application? If you give me your phone a moment, I can make it able to track your location out there. If you're in trouble, I could know where to send someone to rescue you. If you don't lose your phone, that is.
iii. Ashes to Embers
[The apartment building might not be as immune to the nightmare energy seeping in as Ydris might think. While Ydris and Junpei's individual studio is free of any corruption, some unlikely guest seeking shelter will discover the hallway leading to them is a gnarly sight to behold.
Stepping onto the stairwell landing for the proper floor, burning ash immediately assaults the senses. The air is thick with it, stagnant aside from a choking heat lifting the ash up from below. The nightmare of the hallway is difficult to catch one's breath in, the air thick with smoke and a spice so potent it's sure to burn the eyes and nostrils at every inhale. Taking any steps leaves bloody footprints behind, the ground beneath some manner of meat.
On all sides tower massive, onyx black ribs, pouring steam from where flesh and scales still clung. The nightmare has turned this hall into the hollowed out remains of some primordial beast's chest. The only beacon left within it's center, glowing faintly with just a few pinpricks of light. What was left of the organ is brittle and crumbling, half a damaged heart, made of solid coal...
A hand is sure to reach out from behind and grab at the guest, holding firmly as Ydris' voice cuts through the crackling of the still burning surroundings]
Hold your breath. If you can. Come on! [they'll pulling away from that center, though some might find it difficult to resist such an overwhelmingly welcoming warmth it gives off]
What ⬤ Cursed Night Prompts
When ⬤ Days following the Cursed Night
Where ⬤ Sutoku area apartment complex
Content Warnings ⬤ Nightmarish corpse imagery, supply&food scarcity
i. I am a safe ship, harbored.
[Ydris' apartment complex might not look like the fanciest of buildings, but it sure was sturdy. The rain and nightmares hadn't yet damaged the spot and that was enough to keep them around. There were evacuation areas many preferred, but Ydris wanted to be more useful than just hunkering down. They would hunker down close to the action, providing a safe harbor for those who knew they could duck in.
For those who do, Ydris directs them to take a shower, launder their clothes, and sit for a meal. The dragon had left overs from their magnificent picnic spread and the pig they roast, but they are being notably slim in what they give to each guest. A piece of toast, an egg, a bit of shredded pork, some rice... it's not grand spread, but it will fill the belly]
I'm rationing. Who knows when this will blow over.
[if their guest looks particularly haggard, though, they'll grab a bottle of left over wine and pour them a glass of that. Sorry that all they have left is red....]
ii. Emergency Location Network
[To any who have had their fill and their rest, Ydris worries their lip as they prepare to leave.]
You're really going back out into that? [They look to their phone at the counter, before gesturing at it]
Don't you have the Ember application? If you give me your phone a moment, I can make it able to track your location out there. If you're in trouble, I could know where to send someone to rescue you. If you don't lose your phone, that is.
iii. Ashes to Embers
[The apartment building might not be as immune to the nightmare energy seeping in as Ydris might think. While Ydris and Junpei's individual studio is free of any corruption, some unlikely guest seeking shelter will discover the hallway leading to them is a gnarly sight to behold.
Stepping onto the stairwell landing for the proper floor, burning ash immediately assaults the senses. The air is thick with it, stagnant aside from a choking heat lifting the ash up from below. The nightmare of the hallway is difficult to catch one's breath in, the air thick with smoke and a spice so potent it's sure to burn the eyes and nostrils at every inhale. Taking any steps leaves bloody footprints behind, the ground beneath some manner of meat.
On all sides tower massive, onyx black ribs, pouring steam from where flesh and scales still clung. The nightmare has turned this hall into the hollowed out remains of some primordial beast's chest. The only beacon left within it's center, glowing faintly with just a few pinpricks of light. What was left of the organ is brittle and crumbling, half a damaged heart, made of solid coal...
A hand is sure to reach out from behind and grab at the guest, holding firmly as Ydris' voice cuts through the crackling of the still burning surroundings]
Hold your breath. If you can. Come on! [they'll pulling away from that center, though some might find it difficult to resist such an overwhelmingly welcoming warmth it gives off]
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[ Perhaps, in the voice, there is something like a smile that is heard in the words. But it's difficult to really tell what emotion that the large bird-dressed person is attempting to convey. ]
I will probably be replaced. [ Is it resignation or sorrow that paints its words? ] Someone else who knows the lines better than me. But I wanted --
[ It seems like it would just keep repeating the same thing over and over; it wanted to stay; it's sorry that it did not act properly but it wanted to stay on the stage a little longer. Yet the question stops its broken record. ]
I don't deserve to stand next to a miracle like yourself, but I wanted to see your light one last time.
1/2
How dare you call me that-! Only one person is allowed to-
2/2
Going still, they hesitate, in doubt, uncertain and conflicted- Are they being toyed with by this nightmare? It's foolish to think otherwise, that's what this nightmare does, it preys on your wants and fears-
And yet, they're so worried for the man they cannot help themself. If there's even a chance it's him, they wouldn't forgive themselves for turning him away.]
... ... Artemy-?
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Its head shifts down like to make it easier for them to strike him, if need be. If the want is there. The shoulders of the masked figure seems to sink, longing just to be part of the stage, part of Ydris's world even as a hated person.
He straightens at the question and the mask turns upwards, looking to the window yet again. ]
That was the name of the role I played. Artemy Burakh. [ A sigh. ] I stumbled through my lines too often, and felt too much anxiety as I tried to play the role perfectly. But there is no perfectly.
[ A chuckle follows. ] There will be those that disagree. There is a perfect way to play the role of Artemy, and I am not the player to be him. [ The mask shifts back to look to Ydris. ] But I wanted to be... I really wanted to be.
For you, for myself...
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That last option feels right and Ydris follows the impulse, however reluctant it makes them. This strange creature sounds like Artemy. Not in voice, but in his speech patterns, in that way Artemy has. In how he sounds rough and gentle at once, too earnest while somehow still being cryptic.]
Nobody else can be the Artemy I know. [said with the utmost confidence that they were told was so admirable,]
He is irreplaceable.
[Ydris reaches out for that mask, tucking down beneath the beak to where it seems the actual head of a person must be. They can't see inside to who it is even up close. Their palms rest on either side, a tender and unrushed movement, as if they'll lift it away only with permission]
Let me take this mask off of you. We'll see if you're my Artemy.
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[ He repeats those words in a whisper, spoken like a prayer. ]
I --
[ The gloved hands come to rest on their hands; the fingers trembling. Fear and wonder twist about as the masked figure speaks, again: ]
You won't be disappointed? There are many others that know the lines...
[ Yet somehow ... more of his voice comes through. The eyes fix upon Ydris's face; there is something that looks almost sorrowful in doing so. ]
Once that mask is removed, the actor may return. [ There is hesitation in what is being said. ] You'll know the truth. It's all a story... but if he is yours... he will be yours and the lie can be the truth for you both.
[ Such is the power of any story, of any character, that is loved by someone else. ]
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[Interjected just as the figure repeats back "Irreplaceable.", so quick and firm and sure that it overlaps the end of the word as it's finished being spoken. There's no other word for how precious Artemy is. There's no replacing him, no taking his place, no understudy that could ever do him justice.
Not to Ydris.
They answer after everything is told, with the steadiness of one signing a contract. Far as they see it, they are making a vow to him. Vows are of utmost importance to the Springtide, even if so many break away from their promises, they are still important to make. Ydris takes such things very seriously, they don't give their word without meaning it. By a god's word-]
He will be true to me. I trust in him.
[They pull away the mask.]
1/2
Because it is in that second that they fear that they will not be Artemy Burakh. Will another mask take its place? Will they show themselves to be a Tragedian instead? Will they let Ydris down?
No, I can't let them down. Not when they have so much faith in me. ]
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And is it not also trust in the actor that allows the part they play to truly come to life?
It is those things that allow him to be himself.
The mask falls as Artemy Burakh looks down at Ydris. ]
... [ He can't find the words that he is searching for, and only finds that the time before to be a hazy mess. He doesn't want to remember. He doesn't want to remember that the man he is doesn't exist.
As they had done for him once, he reaches out to pull them into a tight embrace. He holds them close, ignoring if that cracks and breaks the mask between them. He holds them and finally finds some words: ]
... thank you.
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They jump up into his arms, arms embracing over his shoulders, around his neck. Squeezing and patting at him as if to check he's really all there, solid, and whole. Their Artemy! A funny, high pitch hiss of steam escapes them, an involuntary squeak of delight and relief.
They sound exasperated, but so very glad to hear him speak normally and embrace them back.]
I knew it! I knew it was you, you're unmistakable- how I love that about you, Artemy, my Artemy... [speaking without thought or reservation, such feelings just come tumbling out of them. They crash their lips to his, kissing him several times over with a frantic energy, not quite able to contain their bottled up emotions, stress and worry all turned to excitement and triumph to have him back.
He can probably get a word in edgewise.]
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He can't help but chuckle involuntarily with how they touch him all over to make sure that he is all right. The noise they make after leaves him equally charmed. ]
Well -- [ Artemy attempts to say something but his lips are captured in a kiss -- and again and again. Whatever he thought of saying is lost; he has given up attempting to speak. Instead, he holds them close to him -- the amount of love, of happiness, of acceptance of him -- that, too, is enough to leave him breathless and incapable of words.
Why speak? Why say anything? Why not just hold onto them and kiss them just as deeply, just as frantically, just as joyful. Yes, he loves them; he loves them completely. (No, no, that's not right. What does the Butcher know of love? What does he know of love?)
No, he is just happy. He's just happy; that is all. ]