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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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"Please," She turns to Lilith, pleading. "Please don't harm the children. If you're going to punish someone- punish me!"
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Hinawa's approach is, frankly, pretty relatable, but-- "...Why do you want to know? What are you going to do with what we say?"
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"This is janked," she groans. "She's obviously done more messed up stuff than any of us have."
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Hazily, though, he lifts his head and stares in confusion and then shock as Reira speaks. Why him, why him? He doesn't get it, why of all the people here, she would choose...
He shakes his head and attempts to push himself into some sort of sitting position, but he hardly has the energy for that. Instead he can only shake his head. "...I was arrested for colluding with heretics," he rasps, and it's technically true if only because of his connection to the carnival and not because he spoke to the horse on display. "I..."
He thinks carefully - as carefully as one can in his position - on his next move, and he swallows thickly.
"...I lied to you," he whimpers, particularly to Reira, "and I've done more than you're even aware of... Lilith holds my sins, after all; she would know..." And as such she might know that he's exaggerating some.
He attempts to gaze upon Lilith's radiant form, but it's somewhat difficult to look at her. "...those of us here, they... They meant you and your people no harm, harboured no ill will... If you intend to punish those most burdened with sin, then spare those who wished to come here... They wanted to avoid harm and strife with those under you..."
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This is probably what happens when shadow magic mixes the darkness of someone's heart with absolute pure stupid.
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"Perhaps you'd prefer this: which among you is the most filled with sin?"
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She slaps her butt.
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He casts a worried glance at Yuusei, because... besides his condition, he doubts that answer will go over well. But, either way... "I'm guessing this would be by your own standards - so I couldn't say."
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"Yeah. Me too."
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It leaves her scared.
Because in the second sense she barely knows what 'sin' even means. She had assumed, with what Tanyuu said, that it was a question of who did the most wrong. That was 'easy' when it mattered. Almost all of them had attacked, or done something...and even then, supposedly she was wrong! Yuusei's answer supported that anyway. But to answer who DID do the most wrong?
"...I don't even know, how you'd measure the 'most' of that..." she mutters quietly, more to herself than to the Nephalem before her.
But she knows that she likes everyone here too much to give the answer even if she knew.
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in her mind.But she also doesn't want to sell anyone out, so let's just stay tight-lipped for now.no subject
"I fell into the Void's grasp! If you want a darkened soul, take mine!"
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Amethyst's and Steven's answers were troubling in their own ways, but they weren't presented as genuine the way this was; what if Lilith sees it the same way? "--Don't!"
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"Um, rude implications there! I'm pretty sure we're all getting punished regardless, isn't that what she said? Is a being who swore off siding with both angels and demons gonna be that interested in morality anyway?"
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"Everyone sins anyway! No one's better than everyone else about whatever you think is sin!"
Anyone familiar with the boy might think by now that he sounds... off. "That's the way the world works and my soul was already a part of something that knows how to raze an entire world of it."
And then the teen grins, which combined with the look in his glowing eyes and sharp fangs, something's not right.
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"You know..." she says, softly. "He's right."
She snaps her fingers, and each of the prisms will go opaque, one after the other, blocking out all sight and sounds of the outside world. Inside, the mirrored walls are illuminated by an ambient brightness, leaving each prisoner alone with their infinite reflections.
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Well. Her first thought is, 'I learned something, then'. Her experience with the definitions of Angels and Demons hadn't been very straight forward before, tied to morals or things. Things make a bit more sense, now.
It feels like they were definitely being toyed with though.
Quietly, Reira looks around in her prison. There's nothing here. Nothing. But...she looks to her thumb, and awkwardly bites it again. Painting the dots, if she could simply do that much- "...Please," she whispers, sniffing.
"...Please come..."
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No. No, this isn't worth it. She starts to panic and tries to reach out, but a clumsy hoof clinks against the walls of her prison.
"Hello? Anyone? Anyone?"
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"...h-hello...?"
He presses his many hands against the edges, first simply to touch it and then to try to cover the prism's mirrors, but to no avail. There is simply more of him, more showing off what he's turned himself into.
"Reira!" he cries. "Yuugo! Gon!"
He begins to bang against the walls with his hands and even his body when he can manage it, groaning as his iron shackles continue to rub against his raw skin. He scratches with his claws and likely only damages himself in the process. His pulse pounds ever louder in his ears, his blood audibly rushing through every vessel in the damning silence.
"Carly! Carly...!!
"C-Carly....."
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Is there any chance of breaking through it? After a moment’s hesitating, she draws on her talent, concentrating — and shifts her liquid form so her composition is more like acid than jelly. If she can’t shatter the mirror, she might as well see if she can tarnish it.
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He scratches at the mirrors with his claws, tears in his eyes as he struggles to react to this rationally. He doesn't know what's coming next, and that kills him. All he can think about is the other times he's been trapped, and what had followed them. He doesn't want it to happen again. Please.
He'll claw and punch himself exhausted, if left to it, bits of diamond blood breaking away from his wounds and floating in the void with him.
to save me from writing like ten billion tags...
Everybody who's trapped in a mirrored prism will see Strange pop in one of the reflections in the prism. He'll make eye contact with whoever's in the prison and give them a little nod before he pops out of the reflection. All the while, he's muttering a litany of names under his breath, as he tries to remember exactly who's imprisoned.
There's only three people who he'll actually stop and chat with (and by chat, I mean 'Strange says one sentence, lets them have a sentence to respond, then blips right out of the mirror'). One of them is Eruka, to whom he'll give a quick, "Was that your worm? He's alright, and he did wonderful."
The second person is Steven, to whom he gives a reassuring smile and says, "Don't worry. We'll get you out of here."
The third person he'll actually stop and chat with is the first person he talks to: Reira. Strange pops in her reflection, looks around worried, and then looks towards the girl.
"I can already tell that this is more powerful magic than what I'm used to so we'll need to make this quick. What happened?"
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