PLEROMA | VOICE, ALSO FORWARD DATED TO AROUND THEN

[coerthantorment]

[Estinien still isn't sure how he feels about this method of communication, but now that it seems like something may be on the horizon, he'll sacrifice his mental well-being to get it done. He pushes inexpertly into the psychic realm, reaching out to all of those touched by the Pleroma.

It comes through roughly like his voice, but with a persistent sense of wary anticipation tinging it.]

Hail. This is Estinien Wyrmblood... with any luck, I have been able to reach you.

My dreams have been plagued by queer echoes of the selfsame vision we all had upon our arrival. It feels as if the shrines are once again stirring, and that more lost souls have fallen within their hold. If so, we can be sure that the Regent and their new thralls will one more move to claim the victims as prisoners.

We cannot allow this to happen. This time, I plan to meet the Kenoma's forces head-on, challenging them for the strategic positions around the shrines they took for granted last time. I know that not all of us have the training or abilities required to fight against such odds, but for those that do, I implore you to join me. 'Tis possible that we can spare these new arrivals the same dire fate.

Regardless of whether you join me on the field, I would find great value in knowing everything you can offer concerning the nature of the Kenoma's Aion forces. I fought a handful of them in the caverns, but many more escaped my focus.

For those that will lend their strength, but who have gone to the city... it is now within our power to guide you to our more secure location. There are those we can confer here that will help us plan our best way forward.

[At this point, he will let his message drift. Compiling information and threadjacking are very much welcomed! We are shamelessly ripping off the Kenoma here.]

Comments

[salvageable]

Okay, I'll stab him for you.

[inutilis]

[ there is an empathetic pang that reverberates between them at Himeka's tale; hearing the story of such an arduous time in her life is not pleasant, but he appreciates her sharing of it. ]

...There's something in all of us that stopped us from falling into the Kenoma as they did.

[ she found an anchor within herself that kept her from drowning. the source of that strength may be something inherent to her - a personal vitality, but... maybe whatever it was, wherever it's found, can be found in the others to help dig them out from where they had gone inside themselves. ]

I know that many of them felt as though there was no hope for their worlds, their stars, Miss Himeka. They had completely given up on even the slimmest prospect that they remained. If we can give them back some of that hope-- or at the very least plant seeds, then...

[inutilis]

[ sure bro np, he'll make sure you don't end up on your knees this time around. ...alone, ]

You know, you didn't sound especially sure of yourself before... is it possible that my being there is giving you strength~?

[ can he feel the Smug Satisfaction coming down the communion line, ]

[salvageable]

[ bruh ]

Wow, how terribly shameless of you.

[ The smug satisfaction is being read loud and clear. Here's a withering sort of disbelief in return.

It's not a no, though. ]

[inutilis]

It seems like all of us have a lot of getting used to, but... I didn't think about things like this.

Is it strange, how different it is?

[inutilis]

[ considering some of the details being passed through these 'connections,' the name of Godsblood is the least of their worries....... closes my eyes,

Abel is thinking it over for a second, before: ]

Well! It's good to keep our options open, at the least! If our number might be growing sometime soon, then we ought to consider those new faces will need things like food and clothing too, right?

[ he misses Caterina... she would know what to do with all this. ]

[goldendeceiver]

[ M-MR. DOKJA?? ]

If we can get away with no stabbing, that would probably be better.

[goldendeceiver]

[ Ernesto has learned to question his choice to let everyone know about this already... ]

Probably. We can't exactly rely on strangers to hand over their extras again. As long as we don't have anyone with picky taste though, we should be able to toss together something that will do in a pinch.

[inutilis]

[ the Smug Satisfaction is joined by something else... hm 🤔 ]

Dokja~? Just so you know, you give me strength too.

[ gross. it's Friendship and warm, disgustingly fuzzy feelings of camaraderie. ]

I don't like being alone, you know? So please stick by my side and I'll make sure to bring you back safe and sound~! I'm getting quite good at using those teleporting spells in a pinch!

[salvageable]

[ FINDS ABEL JUST TO PUKE ON HIM ]

[bearshermark]

Somewhat. It feels like I've been ignorant of such things up until now.

[inutilis]

...Things are getting quite complicated, Mr. Tequila. Don't you think? And I think not having any organized leadership from here-on out might do us a disservice.

[ because they lack any tangible purpose outside of survival. their number are already spread between Godsblood and Greentruth, and even if there is a portal to join them - it does little to bridge a larger gap. ]

I'm not sure I have any way to fix a problem like that one, but-- it is a problem, isn't it?

[salvageable]

We'll see how I'm feeling.

[inutilis]

[ excuse you, sir, are you allergic to FEELINGS?? ]

...H-hello? Dokjaaaa. Mr. Dokja, are you there...?

[inutilis]

It's a learning curve for everyone, and I feel we've only touched the surface!

[ it's a bit overwhelming sometimes, isn't it? ]

But I'm really impressed... being able to talk to the woods-- that really is something else, Mr. Eleven. I wonder if you might be able to hone this skill with time? There is probably no more patient an observer than nature, and it could tell you a great deal, I bet!

[salvageable]

[ N... NO!!!!

He is never going to psychologically recover from this. ]

I'm here.

[ Feeling sick to his stomach, tbh. ]

I'll see you when we start heading out.

[ GOOD BYE!!! ]

[goldendeceiver]

You're probably not wrong about that... groups that don't have some form of central leadership often fall apart pretty quickly.

Is this you volunteering to take lead, Father?

[goldendeceiver]

... Was there something that happened between the two of you prior to what I saw before we escaped?

[inutilis]

Oh? Oh, alright then~! Meet me by that building that looks like of like a bagel on the outskirts of the city on the east side, okay? Later!

[bearshermark]

[It's a strange thing, but he's pleased someone sees value in it]

You're likely right. I may make a habit of it in the mornings.

[salvageable]

No. I just feel like beating up stupid bastards sometimes.

[goldendeceiver]

Hmmm...

Well, if you say so.

[ Not his place to pry. ]

I think we're better off not creating more bad blood between us and them if we don't have to though.

[dragon_rider]

[ It's far from the matter that Hiccup thinks he has few skills — But what he was capable of as an individual doesn't apply to the subject at hand. He turns back to all of their fights and it's never alone.

The questions aren't met poorly, but the exhale is the sound of someone who's thought about it a dozen times already and hasn't slept because of it (because he feels if he has only one workable skillset, he should utilize it): ]

I know what I'm good at. [ Said with emphasis, but what he follows it with isn't boasting, either: ] If you put a forge in front of me and a problem, I can probably come up with an answer someone hasn't dreamed of yet.

[ Well... In Viking Times. If he ever learns about more advanced things it might be a slight setback before geeking out and learning, but that's not the here and now:

He doesn't mention other things; He may be a chief, but he'll never feel like a great one as much as he wants to be like his father. He won't mention being any kind of strategist, either, instead quieting for a moment: ] I'm — I was a dragon rider.

[ Was. And that was the most important one of all, it's how he defined himself. ]

[inutilis]

--No, no no...! I'm afraid I'm not suited for that kind of thing at all, but... I suppose I have just enough wits about me to recognize something like that might be useful, that's all!

[ there is a distinct impression of distress that accompanies that thought; he is allergic to positions of responsibility... ]

I'd like to help out, of course. For now, maybe this is the best we can do... we were all thrust into this rather suddenly, so perhaps a bit of disorganization can't be helped, mm?

[inutilis]

Let me know how it goes, alright? We're all in this for the long haul it seems, and we should stick together as much as we can... maybe you can tell me about it over something delicious! Tell me, do you have a sweet tooth?