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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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[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. ]