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⇨ EDEN PT. 3
Who: Everyone!
When: End of Day 88, on to Day 89
Where: Eden
What: The carnival breaks into two groups, as one entertains the Architect Samyaza at her festival, and the other assaults the Cathedral through a secret passageway with the intent of claiming the Silver Mirror and liberating those imprisoned.
Warnings: Ritual sacrifices.
When: End of Day 88, on to Day 89
Where: Eden
What: The carnival breaks into two groups, as one entertains the Architect Samyaza at her festival, and the other assaults the Cathedral through a secret passageway with the intent of claiming the Silver Mirror and liberating those imprisoned.
Warnings: Ritual sacrifices.
IN GOD'S HANDS↴![]() Only those left in Eden and remaining undetected will be able to come to Samyaza's festival, which is an increasingly small group. It's also a dangerous proposition - there's no way to know what Samyaza has in store for her visitors, only that she apparently wants to interact with them before allowing the other Architects to act. It could work as an excellent distraction, drawing the eyes of the Architects towards the festival instead of towards the Cathedral while the attempt to claim the Mirror is taking place. For those that arrive in Samyaza's gardens, they are beautiful and well prepared, and music of otherworldly perfection flows through them. Tables are arranged with amazing works of art as their centerpieces, while the trees themselves are made into dazzling displays of color with an effect that seems to turn their leaves into pure light. Samyaza will be presiding, a hare that looks like she's made of something ephemeral, like wind of pure colour. She invites you in kindly, saying that before she speaks, she will honour you with a song... ► THE SET UP: For the first hour or so, the festival will be nothing but celebration. There are other Honorables there, but not as many as usual - the main event are you and the other new arrivals. After the hour mark, Samyaza will perform her song. Until then, threads can be made focusing on the pre-song mingling and planning. Will you listen when she sings? ► THE TWIST: There will be more happening at the festival than Samyaza plans. While she is comfortable waiting to act, other Architects are less patient.
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"St-stop it..."
He wants out, he'll do anything to get out- which is the moment that something else calls to him, whispering gently in his ear before seizing at his heart.
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"He's going to kill them...!"
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He can feel his strength waning, feel the shadows pulling at his darkest innards, but regardless, Rin lets out a raptorine shriek and dives from Yamantaka's horns, talons outstretched, aiming for the wild bear's eyes.
"LET! THEM!! GO!!!"
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As Rin dives and strikes at Bezaliel's face, blood spatters across the pillar. One by one, the shadow pillars holding up the three prisoners begin to crumble and fall, releasing those inside them - but they are changed. There are holes in their chests, as if carved out of black stone, leaving a hollow where their heart should be.
The only pillar remaining is that the one that Bezaliel staggers on, the three black shards spinning around him as dark light shoots into the sky. Darkness crowds the sky overhead, only to be cut through with a crack of blinding light, like a breaking mirror.
Lilith descends.
She has six wings, somewhere between those of an angel an demon, but all made of refracting shards that look like broken mirror or glass. Similarly radiant horns curl around her shining hair, while clothing of reflecting crystal covers her body.
Her hands are held out to her sides, statuesque, as she takes in her world for the first time in a millennium. She doesn't look pleased at what she sees.
"Bezaliel," she says. "What is this?" She already knows.
Bezaliel is scrambling through bramble with bloodied eyes, trying to indicate the fae among them despite his ostensible lack of sight.
"Divine Lilith," he says. "The fae have come to take what's yours!"
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Shit.
Reira hopes- hopes very badly, that Lilith's attentions remain on the crowd near the pillars. As she edges toward the shadows from her hiding place, desperately ignoring the horrible sensation rising the nearer she gets. She can remember which direction it was, as dark as it had become. She can remember, and if she can get through...
If she can even reach the barrier she'll try to push through as hard as she can.
But Reira isn't prepared for the shadows of the barrier striking at her as they do, and her mind certainly isn't as prepared for it as those who went on ahead. Left to do nothing but back away, she forces herself to hide again between some piece of fallen art display, trembling and willing herself not to cry.
Staring from around the edge at the radiance that is Lilith.
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He manages to lift his head and glare at the blinding light that is Lilith.
"Lilith... stole... the Mirror....! It doesn't... belong to her!"
Her, they, he, whatever. Rin doesn't care. And he doesn't stay super conscious much longer, either.
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Tanyuu dashes forward when he falls, attempting to catch him or scoop him up onto her back if she can. She looks up at Lilith with wide eyes and fear clear in every inch of her, but she's reluctant to bolt away just yet. Instead she pulls herself up and stares down the nephilim resolutely.
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He can barely bring himself to follow Tanyuu, but he does, half-reflexively checking Rin over to see if there's anything at all that he may be able to do.
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Almost instinctively, she shifts into transparent jelly, her frog form turning into what looks like a puddle on the ground -- one that's oozing its way towards the nearest bit of water -- or at least where she last remembers seeing it. She doubts Samyaza's about to help them any now, so all she can do is try to beat a hasty retreat, trying to keep her soul's wavelength as unobtrusive as she can.
Sorry gang, you're on your own!
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His wounds are bleeding, but they are bleeding deep pink, like his gem. He hazily wipes off some of the blood feeling it wet on his fingers are already starting to grow hard and... sparkly? Like the gems he was bleeding in his dream.
Oh.
"Amethyst," he mumbles warily, looking at her and then up at Lilith as she descends. He doesn't know what to do. He super doesn't know what to-
But then Lilith waves her hand, and something seems to happen to Rin. It startles Steven enough that he raises his shield, bringing up the big floating disk above the two of them and anyone nearby. He stretches it as far as he can manage, but there are limits.
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This is nothingness.
But he doesn't really have time to even parse what's going on as he slips into blissful unconsciousness.
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He doesn't know how much it will help, especially with how much of what's wrong seems to be iron-inflicted, but he might as well try and see if he can at least ease the injuries a little.
As soon as he's done what he can, he lifts his head and catches Tanyuu's gaze for a moment. Then he starts backing toward Steven and Amethyst, his eye locking on Lilith. He doesn't dare say anything.
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She looks at those cowering beneath her without pity, but with clarity. It's in that moment, that Steven's gems will begin to glow more brightly, the blue overwhelming the pink of even his blood shifting pure white.
She pauses, taking in the sight, before another wave of her hand sends shards of silver mirror streaking towards Steven and Amethyst, piercing the shield and shattering it.
"I see," Lilith said, her voice radiating power. In fact, she sees far more than these mortals ever could.
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That, and conceal her soul as much as she can, praying desperately that Lilith's in no state to mind something so inconsequential. Don'tseemedon'tseemedon'tseeme--
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Maybe if she tries to feel like what she's meant to feel 'becoming wind'- maybe that will help.
(It absolutely Won't, but she's going to at least focus on being as one with the surroundings as she can at this point)
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She doesn't think about what she's doing, she just hurls herself in front of him.
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He makes a pained sound of worry and fear, reaching out to her - only to see that the shards have buried themselves in the ground all around them, instead of touching either gem. The fragments of mirror refract light in a circle around them, and he realizes what Amethyst almost did.
And he can feel something familiar but distinct in Lilith's power, something that resembles his own.
Steven stumbles to his feet again, throwing his arms around Amethyst waist and burying his face in her shoulder, his wings circling around to shelter the both of them. If Amethyst had been... he would have... he can't even think about it right now.
"Please don't hurt us," he calls out. "We can't fight you."
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As the same time, Lilith waves her hand, and other mirrored prisons start forming around the other surrendered carnival members, lifting them up as well. No matter where you are, if you are still in the area, it seems that she sees you, and is trapping you in a prism regardless.
"I accept your surrender," she says, to Steven and Amethyst specifically, as the ones currently floating closest to her. As she speaks, she neatly gathers the three shards of darkness collected from her sacrifices, holding them spinning over her left hand. "But I require something in return. I want to know... what you are."
She brings Steven's prism closer, and his gems and blood react again, just as the mirrors on Lilith's body do in turn.
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"I'm nothing!" she squawks, somehow speaking despite the fact that she's sloshing around in the prism in a puddle that conforms to the shape of her current container.
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But it is only briefly, and very quickly she's given up to simply swallow and curl in the air of her prism. 'What' they are? The question sits in her mind, but she finds herself hesitant to speak.
It feels as though the question wasn't directed at them so much as...the one that Lilith is focused on.
Yet she forces herself to speak anyway, raising her voice as loudly as she dares. "H-Human...Um, some of us I guess, um..." After all, not all of them are human, so... "Umn... C... Changelings," she manages. That's the word right? For someone with a bunch of Fae in them. "...'Changelings'."
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to save me from writing like ten billion tags...
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