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Entry tags:
- !event,
- attack on titan: armin arlert,
- danganronpa v3: kaito momota,
- day 1: general,
- fatal frame iv: ruka minazuki,
- fate/: bb,
- fate/: charlemagne,
- fate/: merlin,
- fe3h: dimitri alexandre blaiddyd,
- ffxiv: tsubaki aoganei,
- metallic rouge: alice & ace machias,
- original: calia,
- original: nao mizushita,
- persona 3: minato arisato,
- persona 3: shinjiro aragaki,
- shadows house: kate,
- slay the princess: the princess
[DAY 1-]
The night drags on.
The moon, full and bright, illuminates the world below as demons rise in indulgence of the hunt. All those who are not securely tucked away become prey, whose blood runs freely down the streets, whose screams fill the air in symphony, whose lives are snuffed out one by one as the night grows darker- but not quieter, no. Towards the far west, wind picks up in a deafening howl that tears through the forest violently enough to uproot trees, followed by a thunderous explosion atop the wall that sends large chunks of rock crashing down on parts of the immobile train, creating shockwaves felt all the way into town. Dark clouds gather overhead, smothering the moon and unleashing a downpour that continues unrelentingly until dawn, when the paltry sunlight behind the clouds is only enough to see that the rain that falls is in fact blood, thick and warm, coating the rooftops and the streets. Rivulets trickle towards the east, where they spill over the edges of the world and into the cavernous abyss of a mouth below.
Those who sleep will dream. They dream of being flat on their back, lying on hard metal, a warm breeze caressing their cheek, the faint scent of cherry blossom in the air. They dream of their bodies feeling like lead, heavy and unable to move, hardly able to breathe— and all the while in complete darkness. Whether they give in to exhaustion or struggle valiantly against it, they will eventually open their eyes to a different scene: of somebody's home before here, you and that person reliving the very last memory they had before waking up in the train just yesterday. It's a memory that culminates in darkness. Give in. Struggle. Open your eyes again and again and again, and eventually you will wake up to what you wish were just another bad dream: the unfortunate plane of existence we call reality.
It may not be a good morning, but it's morning. If characters glance at their COMP, they will see a bright number 7 on the screen that disappears as their chosen AI chimes in with a good morning greeting ("Whoa! Congrats on surviving the night, boss!" or "Yikes, you look like shit. Did you get any rest at all?"). Pulling up the map function shows fewer blue ally dots as expected, but perhaps unexpectedly, much fewer red enemy dots as well: there are very few demons to be seen, and those that are, show little interest in hunting unless they are attacked first. The forest is still and quiet, red Mandrake leaves littering the floor in abundance but the demons remain rooted underground, the Hares of Inaba huddled snug within their dens, bird demons taken roost underneath the canopy to keep out of the blood rain. The concert hall is silent today, guards at the door watchful and ready to snipe intruders. Inside the powerplant, the giant Ooze spreads lazily across the first floor, filling the space wall to wall, acid seeping underneath the front doors and burning its way outside. Indoors, outdoors, demons keep to themselves, seemingly sated.
It's almost peaceful. If you didn't know better.
The drizzle of blood tapers off over the course of Day 1, replaced by normal rain once night hits. The water that falls is clear, though bitter and metallic tasting, and the stormy weather continues for several days more. The temperature outside dips, even during the daytime, and the hunger that continues to persist (unless you're BB, who ate a Pixie, maybe) is made worse by the appearance of a hot dog stand that has been set up in front of the school building. Its existence in this place is wholly suspicious, entirely nonsensical, manifested as if out of a yandere devil summoner fever dream— and yet the mystery meat smells divine, and you are so so hungry.
"Hee-ho! Get your hot dogs here-ho! What? What kind of mee-hee-t is in it, ho? Don't worry about it, ho!"
Can anybody resist that cute face? never mind the sales pitch. Jack Frost will operate on a barter system, though it really only seems interested in people's gemstones, or if they're willing to slaughter and bring it a Katakirauwa in exchange for a cold but still delicious hotdog dressed up in any variety of condiment. For those who muster the courage to go demon hunting to earn their meal, they will find that a single hotdog will stave off hunger for up to three days. For those who gave up their gemstone instead, K5 will be screaming at them not to do that, but also, please tell me. Maybe they'll rethink the offer, noticing that the gemstones they'd found on their person now feel slightly warm to the touch- growing warmer when in proximity to another person's gemstones, their colors more vibrant, stones faintly glowing as if with internal light.
Generous as Jack Frost is with providing dubious sustenance, it's a different story when it comes to the vending machine beside its stall. Inside are various drinks guaranteed to be cold, and include bottled water, coffee, teas, juices, blood and tears and many other questionable unlabeled liquids among its touted 100!!! varieties of beverage ("""beverage"""). Two problems: 1) there is no selection button, so you do not get to choose your drink; and 2) the machine will only take macca. Where to get macca? Figure that out yourself and earn your drink gacha.
[ Locked pending: SCHOOL investigation ]
[ Locked pending: GREENHOUSE investigation ]
[ Locked pending: HOSPITAL investigation ]
[ Locked pending: CONCERT HALL investigation ]
[ Locked pending: POWERPLANT investigation ]
OOC
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Since I know a handful of you are still working on apps, this event log in general will be open to all players, but Investigations will be closed to current players only. See below for more information.
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On Day 1 only, wild demon encounters will be scarce and it will rain blood all day, after which the weather will transition into normal rain and demon encounters will also return to normal rates, less during the day and more frequent after dark.
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When characters fall asleep any time in the next several days (including victims of the concert hall lullaby that will begin again starting Day 2, as well as inadvertent naps for those of you who are like lmao yeah whatever, i don't need sleep, i'm fine), they will be able to see the circumstances around other characters' canonpoints. This dream may take the form of being a bystander, or from the point of view of the character, whichever would be more fun/interesting to play.
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Players can advance time by posting new logs set on the current or next IC date— don't be afraid to advance time as needed! Plot beats will be adjusted accordingly, and there'll be ample warning if plot necessitates a deadline or specific event date for any reason. If you have any trigger warnings, please let me know here! Comments are screened, and warnings will be listed in the log format post for player awareness.
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As characters investigate different locations in the setting, more aspects of the game will be unlocked and will be updated in the post above. In summary, from the previous TDM event, characters have found doors sealed by barriers in the school, greenhouse, and hospital. The concert hall and powerplant are still both heavily guarded by demons that prevent thorough investigation until dealt with.
Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd || Fire Emblem: Three Houses || Current Player
∅ If I fall asleep tell me that you'll wake me
[ You wake up on the floor of the cold stone room and the first thing you know is that he's here. You know, with dread seeping into your flesh, that he's there in the corner. The one behind you. He's there and he's watching you. He's been watching you. You don't want to look at him, the very thought has your stomach dropping out beneath you. A cold sweat breaks out over your skin, and you think that if you had eaten anything yesterday you might throw up.
It's dark in the room- no windows, no candles- the only light a small flickering thing coming from under the only door in your cell. You don't know how long you've been in here; there is no way to track the passage of time. Food is given at irregular intervals and it's never enough to sate your hunger. Besides your captor you don't get visitors, at least not living ones.
He's closer now, you can feel it. He's noticed you're awake. You can feel his rotting breath on the back of your neck.
You jerk into a seated position and feel pain in your wrists. Raising your right hand is more difficult than normal, there's a weight there... You can just barely make out a slight gleam on the manacle squatting around your wrist. Below that is the plain tattered beige prison sleeve.
You raise your hand a little higher and hear the chains scrape across the stone floor- but that's not what causes your blood to freeze. It's the wet gleaming pin pricks of light staring out at you from those pitted sockets just across the room. Her hair is matted, and most of it fallen out or fallen off. In fact, as she reaches out towards you another clump slips down to drop to the floor with a moist plop. The bones of her hands and the remnants of her nails dig into the stone floor as she pulls herself towards you. The sound of her scraping drag loud and grating in the silence of your cell.
Scrape. Draaaag. Scrape. Draaaag. Scrape. Draaaaaaaag.
While your eyes were on her you forgot about him. You remember now as his bony grip digs into the meat of your arm.
The voice of a cheerfully sadistic woman rings out just at the cell door opens blinding you with light.
"How are you doing today your highness?"
You wake up again. ]
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[ He feels like these kao-moji-face-symbols lack a certain level of seriousness... Dimitri is going to hold off on using them just in case it is a sensitive matter. ]
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I don't think so. I'm not sure.
Can we speak in person somewhere? Alone, preferably. I think I'd like some privacy for this.
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Yes, of course. Are you at the same place I last saw you?
[ Dimitri doesn't know if there is a reason for Ruka to be avoiding people or the church, but if she is he doesn't want to put it up on 'the network'. He isn't sure how private these things could be. ]
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Yes, I am. I’ll be waiting for you.
[She’s spent way too much time cleaning the bloodstain off her porch and things. It’s not really ‘her’ house, she doesn’t own it, but she’s come to think of it as her own and therefore she wants it to be clean and presentable. Or as close enough as one can get here.]
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[ Dimitri jogs over to what he has now deemed 'Ruka's house' while holding a tarp over his head. The blood rain was still continuing to fall and he figures showing up covered in blood would do no one any favors. He's glad he found boots in the luggage that contained his cloths.
Since she is staying pretty close to the church Dimitri gets there pretty quick and he bounds up the stairs of the porch. Covered porch, what a blessing in this weather. He shakes the tarp out a little over the side of the porch, then folds it up.
Should he knock? He should knock.
Dimitri knocks on the door. ]
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Please take your shoes off and keep them by the door. [She looks uncertain of herself, clenching and unclenching her fingers. She's never hosted anyone before, and she's painfully aware she lacks the resources to be a good one right now]
Do you want anything? I have... water. [She pauses and then sighs a little, resigned.] I wish I could find some tea...
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Certainly Rika doesn’t mean anything by this… Right? Right.
Still, Dimitri gives a small smile despite the sudden onset of nerves. ]
Of course, I wouldn’t want to track any of this… weather… inside…
[ If one could call blood-rain weather. He crouches and removes his lace-up boots before stepping over the threshold. ]
Water would be lovely, thank you Rika.
[ He awaits patiently to be either guided or directed within her home. ]
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Yet.
She nods and offers a small half-smile in return before gesturing for him to follow her into the kitchen. She gets some water for him and for herself, pausing before she takes a seat at the table. She frowns, staring at the glass of water, not sure where to begin. There are a couple different people she was going to start with asking if they knew which dream it was, it's just a lucky (or unlucky) guess that Dimitri is who she chooses to ask first here, but she's not sure how to start it]
...I've been having some... odd dreams. They don't feel like strictly dreams, so I was wondering if maybe they're someone else's...
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Rather than taking the seat across from her Dimitri takes the seat next to her. He didn't want to create too formal of an air, although it is a fine line to balance it to ensure it isn't too casual... Perhaps he is overthinking things.
He is, however, pulled from his thinking by the topic Ruka presents. ]
... Someone else's dreams? What do you mean by that...?
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Maybe dreams isn’t the right word. More like…a memory? Perhaps distorted…
[Slowly she recounts the details of the dream that she can still remember, staring slightly upward to a fixed point near the ceiling as she works through it.
By the end of it she falls quietly again, tapping fully against her glass]
I don’t know whose it is. I thought I would start with asking you and then working my way around until I found the owner of the memories.
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Dimitri's face has gone pale and he too has averted his gaze. His eyes and hands are locked on his glass of water. If he had his usual strength he probably would have shattered the thing on accident already.
He clears his throat. ]
I see. Well... you need not ask anyone else. That was... [ He swallows, his throat dry despite the water. ] That was just before I woke up on the Train...
[ How could this be...? ]
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Upon waking up:
Breathing heavily, Sylvain focuses on the sounds of the church settling, pushing against the wind and rain outside. He tried to convince himself that he was safe here, but he couldn’t shake the feeling of that freezing hand grabbing his arm. He sits back on his haunches, massaging the place on his arm that still felt like ice.
As his heart rate slowed, a thought hit him. Sylvain knew that room. He knew that cell. His father made a point of showing him every time they went to the Capitol, a reminder that he needed to do his best for his people so they would never have to sit in a cell like this one.
A cell like the one Dimitri had been trapped in.
A rage that Sylvain hadn't expected threatens to rise. If this was real, if this is what Dimitri had been experiencing, Cornelia was going to suffer. Death would be too kind for her. He tucks those feelings away for later use.
Sylvain wrenches himself to his feet and goes to where Dimitri had set himself up for the night. He sees the man just waking and slowly approaches, almost as one would approach a startled animal.]
Dimitri?
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One breath.
Another.
Dream.
It was just a dream.
Why can't he get that wretched smell out of his nose?
The hand comes shakily away from his mouth as he continues to stare at Sylvain; eyes on the man to ground himself in the present. He swallows. ]
Greetings... Sylvain...
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I get some pretty shitty nightmares, too.
[Was that dream he just had Dimitri's? His gut told him it had to be. It wasn't like the nightmares he usually has. Not just the location, but the feel of it was different. Like his brain was making up new sensations of fear.
Softly, Sylvain whispers.]
I'm sorry I couldn't get you out.
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I am... sorry to hear that...
[ He isn't sure what Sylvain is doing with his hand. It was odd and rhythmic, but not unwelcome. Dimitri's breathing eases as Sylvain continues the pulsing.
The peace stays until the whisper pops it causing Dimitri to yank his hand back, more out of surprise than anything. ]
I beg your pardon? Oh- ah, no, it's alright. If you woke me every time I have a nightmare I wouldn't get any sleep.
[ He says it lightheartedly like it's a joke. ]
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[Sylvain sighs, ditching the sardonic humor and searches Dimitri's face for a moment. Was it worth pushing Dimitri on this right now? He sighs and leans back on his hands.]
Not what I meant, but I get it if you don't want to talk about it.
[He probably wouldn't want to talk about what it was like locked up in a dank prison hallucinating scary ass ghosts either.]
Either the dream or what happened back home.
[Sylvain tilts his head to the side to look at Dimitri.]
But I'm here when you need me. Remember that. You don't have to shoulder all of this alone.
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With his gaze trained on his bare hand he grips it causing the knuckles to crack. The smile Dimitri has been forcing slowly wilts off his face leaving not quite a blank expression, but rather, a dead one. His eyes slowly track back to the other man's face and the calm that Dimitri feels can only be described as 'unnatural'. ]
Are you, though, Sylvain...? [ His dead eyes bore into Sylvain's. ]
Because I thought you were before... [ Dimitri slowly turns his head to face him, then twists his neck to crack it. ]
...but I don't recall you visiting the dungeons.
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Dimitri...
[Sylvain sighs, small and sad.]
They wouldn't let us. None of us to even get into the capital. We couldn't even get close. They...
[Sylvain closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.]
We thought they executed you. They said they did and, after that? It was war. We didn't know you were still alive.
[Sylvain opens his eyes again and, despite them being glassy with threatened tears, does not look away from Dimtiri.]
I know this sounds crazy. We didn't see you again for another 5 years. Ingrid, Felix, and I... we never gave up hope.
[Syvlain's chuckle is mirthless.]
I wasn't going to really believe it until we had your body back safe and, well, we found you again so. We were right, I guess.
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and it looked as if he is going to cry...
Dimitri hangs on Sylvain's words as they come, but he also has suddenly became aware of his own breathing. It is coming in a little quicker than normal. It hardly registers though, because Sylvain and his friends had thought he died. For five long years. Dead.
He doesn't know what strange sort of time magic is at play, but he believes him.
Pain stings Dimitri's eyes in response to Sylvain's own. He keeps quiet until Sylvain finishes then has to swallow to ensure his voice works. ]
I... [ What can he say to all of that? ] ...Oh.
[ Try again. ]
Sylvain... I...
I did not know.
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But this Dimitri, the young man in front of him, the one who was still suffering in the dark? He was listening.
Sylvain smiles a small, sad smile and swallows, fighting back the tears. He reaches out and puts his hand over Dimitri's.]
It's okay. You couldn't know. They knew we were stronger together.
[The smile grows a little stronger.]
We always have been. I'll never give up on you, Dimitri. Ever.
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Hearing you say that... well, thank you, Sylvain. [ He closes his eyes. ] I do not deserve such kindness, my behavior has been... less than satisfactory. I am ever grateful for your presence, truly.
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Sylvain frees his hands from Dimitri's but only long enough to reach out and pull the other to his chest. He tucks Dimitri close and breathes slowly. He can't help the few tears that escape, but he doesn't want Dimitri to see them and misinterpret their source.]
You do deserve kindness, Dimitri. Life is hard enough without the things that you have gone through. If anyone deserves kindness, it's you.
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It's warm.
That's the first coherent thought that goes through Dimitri's head. When was the last time- No. Stop. Don't think about it.
It's warm. That's the first and only coherent thought that goes through Dimitri's head. He's suddenly very aware of his own hands- which had steadied himself by grabbing and holding onto Sylvain's side. He feels his face heating up. Should he... hug back? Remove his hands? What is Sylvain saying? He can barely make out any of the words...
Dimitri's eyes are still burning, so he takes advantage of the position he's in to bury his face against Sylvain's chest further so that his own tears can get lost in the fabric. Not knowing quite what Sylvain has said, but thinking he may have caught some of the meaning, he shifts a hand around to Sylvain's back and presses in.
Surly, this is alright. Just this once... it'll be alright to take comfort like this. No one could judge him for it, surely. They would have to understand... ]