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quietplacelogs2018-01-31 08:31 pm
bequiet) wrote in quietplacelogs2018-01-31 08:31 pm
MOD LOG #1
MOD LOG #1
Packing Up
Content Warnings: General tension
Themes: Survival, exploration, heavy-lifting
At the end of the month, the natives send out a mass message informing everyone of the upcoming trip to 'meet' the Sound Eaters. Preparing for the trip is simple, though labor intensive, and begins with making certain that everyone packs food, water, clothes, gear, and a twenty-pound package of sand. When it's time for the journey to begin, those tasked with watching the sandpaths, will lead the party on the journey towards the Eiffel Tower. It's a slow trip, a careful one. Natives will take breaks every few hours and when the sun sets, help everyone to set up their bed rolls around a few lanterns. The natives will unveil the star mapping feature, with constellations named and general history attached, on the devices. They will encourage those to tell stories, get out food and water, and 'talk' amongst the group before everyone settles into sleep. Out, under the night sky, the silence is more noticeable - there are no crickets or frogs. This process will repeat for two days until the group reaches the end of their destination at midday.
Sound Eaters
Content Warnings: Disorientation, confusion, character and native death, Sound Eater birth and death, body horror
Themes: Survival, exploration, horror, death
On the third day, characters will finally reach the Eiffel Tower, where the Sound Eaters in this area of France have set up their 'home'. Stopping far enough out to allow for communication, the natives will gesture to the ruins of the structure that appears to be altered. Structures are built up and around the metal frame, closing off different sections with a dark material that glints an oily-green in the light. After explaining that the Sound Eaters are influenced by the weather, rain being an issue for them, they'll take everyone closer. Silence is key here. The natives are visibly wary, tense, and uncomfortable but they believe that showing the arrivals what they're so afraid of will inspire them to be more cautious.
Now, as close to the Sound Eaters as they dare to go (less than a half mile), the natives will have everyone crouch down behind various cars and debris. The devices will say only one word, watch. As the sun begins to set and clouds darken overhead, the tower will open up, the Sound Eaters spilling out. They are split up, as the natives refer to it, into classes - the young, the shifting and the matured. The young are extremely sensitive to sound, volatile and aggressive, humanesque in form with features in various state of change. The shifting are grotesque, splitting and reforming, changing from young to matured in a shift that is punctuated by pained screams and the breaking of bones, splitting of flesh. The matured are in control. They command and guide their kind into a circle, where they all bend down, kneeling as something different than the rest comes out of the tower to stand at the center. The wind catches, dusting up red ash from it and blowing the ash towards the group - there's no way to move and it tastes familiar, coats your skin in red. They all grow quiet and a wrapped form, in the shape of a body, is placed at the Sound Eaters' feet. It crumbles, breaks apart and sprays out over the wrapped figured to completely cover it.
The shards of the Sound Eater bubble up and fuse together, creating a shell. Rain begins to fall. Light, but enough to cause the Sound Eaters to begin to move, pushing against one another but not leaving the circle. There's a shrill sound, an offbeat whistle, air escaping a tight space, a desperate inhale, and then the shell at the center splits apart. A Sound Eater died to create a new life. Smaller than the other young, the 'child' climbs up and out, but it's not the same as the others. It's form is generally human. Dark hair, androgynous features. No eyes. No mouth. Standing, it angles its head towards the matured and they move, as if on command, and surround it as it walks into the tower.
( If anyone makes noise at this point, in any way, the coming bad weather and what just occurred, will result in the Sound Eaters only attacking that person - rather than the whole group. They'll drag that person into the tower and out of sight. The character will be reset. )
The natives are upset. Spooked. They've never seen anything like that and they're quick to tell everyone this, followed by a hasty message to leave. As they're moving, the rain begins to beat down and the ground grows slippery. Making it back to the supplies is troublesome and just as the group gets close, one of the natives slips and tumbles down broken concrete, twisting and smacking against the hard surface until they come to a stop at the bottom. Anyone that goes to help will find that the native has hurt themselves and there's nothing that can be done, despite best efforts. The natives will take the time to wrap their friend up, relaying that the Sound Eaters don't attack now that the rain is heavy, and will begin the slow trek back to the community. They'll camp each night, the same as the trip up, but with an uncomfortable tension that no amount of story telling can break.
It's Raining Me- Rain. It's Just Water.
Content Warnings: None
Themes: Survival, fun, noise-making
After everyone is back in Reims, the natives will split off to bury their dead - they will not allow anyone to accompany them. Everyone is encouraged to head back to the community to get a break from the bad weather and to unload their supplies. The following day, the natives can be heard outside. Splashing and making noise, fixing houses, and what might have been a somber event will quickly turn into something a little more upbeat as rain beats down on the city. Children will play and occasionally laugh, stunted in their ability to enjoy themselves but willing to learn from the arrivals. Bigger items will be moved and natives will encourage everyone to do the 'noisier' things that they need to do. When the rain ends, work will resume as usual and soundproofing will be a lot more difficult - the water washed away sandpaths and damaged some areas. Cleaning up will take time but the natives aren't as unhappy with the situation as they just had a moment's respite from the normal tension of their everyday lives.
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He watches as Akira, the boy he remembers tapping the shoulder of, trying to resurrect the dead native, but Ignis already knows it isn't going to happen. No one has yet to overcome death, no matter what they try. Medicine, magic, none of it can stop the grim reaper. It's a fact he's well aware of and the skulls that adorn his clothes are a potent reminder.
He happens to find the boy again by chance, also seeking shelter from the rain. Once safe from the water, he runs a hand through his hair, slicking it back as he sits down next to Akira.
The natives said they can make noise during the rain, but honestly, Ignis is a bit hesitant to try it at first, so he's content to just sit quietly for a few minutes before giving Akira a light nudge with his elbow.]
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But, then, he's also feeling a little weary after casting so many revival and healing spells in his efforts to bring that person back. He will likely need to sleep to recover completely. The mental fatigue is weighing on him to the point where something as simple as texting feels like too much work.
At the very least, though, he can manage the hand gestures for: ] By the way, I'm: A-k-i-r-a... K-u-r-u-s-u.
[ The thing he's had the most practice with off of the natives. So, even if spelling out his name is a little tedious, it feels a bit... grounding, somehow. ]
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Are you alright?
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... and then gives a nod.
Heh, lying to the guy right away... After about a second, he releases a small sound - it's just a tad bit frustrated as he slowly lifts a hand to rest it on the back of his neck. He's lowering his gaze to the ground, voice quiet.
Tired. ]
Just like that...
[ ... they were gone. ]
It was something I'd normally be able to heal. It wasn't even like what happened to Alexandre - he'd vanished right after.
[ His expression is wry and bordering on outright bitter, but he reels it in. He forces it into something calmer, even if it's most likely not capable of fooling anyone... Just like the next words: ]
I'll be fine.
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It's also alright to not be fine. I certainly am not.
[It's a strange feeling, now that he's admitted it. The villager didn't die from being ripped to shreds by a monster. They simply just...fell, and that was it. It's a grim reminder that death lurks everywhere and can strike anytime and in so many ways that you'll never see it coming.]
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It's several seconds before he looks back to him. So many emotions appear on his face, all at once. Something between the urge to scream and the urge to curl up on the ground right this second swells within his chest. It's okay to not be fine? When... is it ever okay?
... Heh. But isn't that something he'd tell a friend? Why is it... when it comes to himself... he can't apply the same rules? How can he honestly tell people the things that he does, when he has such a double standard.
But... he's too tired to fight. He releases a tense breath... and then, with considerable hesitation: ]
I don't know how to be anything else.
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It's like looking in a mirror, if that mirror showed the person in it several years younger and with fluffy black hair.]
Neither do I.
[He, too, only knows one way to live, to exist, to be. He must always present himself as calm and in control and perfect even though he feels like none of those things, and he sees Akira struggling with the same thing. Maybe that was why he chose to admit to him that he wasn't fine.]
Regardless, I feel like I must be this way for the sake of everyone I care about.
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Granted, what about any of it is remotely synonymous with that term? There's nothing simple about any of this - not the situation, the people, or the occasionally distracting feelings lurking inside him or screaming to be released.
It's similar to how it had felt when he was speaking to Fuwa. There's something of a gentle nudge that's telling him it's okay to trust this guy - this... adult, right? One of the rare adults who doesn't seem to be looking at him as just some kid. Some nuisance or burden who has no clue what the real world even consists of.
He stares at the message for a moment... ]
I used to tell myself a good leader always keeps his head on straight.
Because if I didn't, the people I care most about could die. And I fought so hard to keep them all safe.
My powers always felt like enough.
[ His hand briefly shakes with how hard he's gripping his phone, but he keeps his expression straight. Momentarily, it might seem he's looking straight through that device... Which is exactly what he's doing now.
What good is this power if I can't save anyone anymore? ]
But... guess that means I just have to work that much harder here.
[ A puff of an exhale as he holds a blink and nods. He's not going to dwell on what he can't do... ]
Guess if there's anyone it's okay not be the strong one around, it's someone else who's always the strong one.
[ AKA Ignis is welcome to take a break around him sometime. ]
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He reads over what Akira's typed twice over and a part of him just aches. Those are the words of someone who is gentle and kind. Someone who shouldn't be troubled with this kind of responsibility.
It takes a few minutes for Ignis to respond, brows furrowed in concentration as he types, pauses, deletes, and retypes on his device until at last he has something he thinks is satisfactory enough to show to Akira.]
Sometimes all the power in the world isn't enough.
Sometimes YOU aren't enough.
There will be things that you can't prevent no matter how strong you are or what you do.
It is not your fault.
A good leader is not someone who is able to prevent or avoid all hardship. No person can do that. A good leader is someone who lifts his head and stands tall despite of it.
[You can't save everyone. You can't do everything. Even the gods aren't capable of such feats. This is a hard lesson to learn and Ignis has never fully learned it himself.]
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... He doesn't want to not be enough. He never wants to just not be enough, but...
But Ignis is... right, isn't he? Isn't all of this something he would say to another person, one way or another? So, why can't he believe it pertains to himself? It takes several minutes for him to think on it, when the answer finally... dawns on him...
Akira's shoulders lower, expression completely dimming. He looks away from Ignis for at least thirty seconds, and then finally - finally - lifts his device. ]
Thank you...
And it seems like you're talking from experience.
Have you worked closely with leaders?
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I am. I was raised from childhood to be an advisor, protector, and servant to royalty.
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Talk about a heavy burden. For the moment, he seems to be just distracted enough to focus more on the topic... ]
I'm impressed...
That must have been a lot on your shoulders.
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[It's not like he knows what it's like to not live as one. He never had the chance. Not when he was given this role at such a young age.]
It's the only life I know.