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aionchat2022-05-30 07:00 pm
devilmancrybaby) wrote in aionchat2022-05-30 07:00 pm
KENOMA // voice+memory
[ This takes place the evening after the first event described in the Event Wrap Up post, the entity having withdrawn its influence from Venera.
Binghe is in a bit of a bad mood, having had to haul Makoto's unconscious body out of the street when he would have preferred to drop him in the ocean, and as things are currently he can't really be bothered to pretend that he's not. There's some attempt to be polite, but mostly he sounds kind of tired and cranky. ]
My apologies for the interruption. I am Luo Binghe. No doubt many of you have heard at least a little of what has happened lately in Venera. I was there for the event at the heart of it, so I thought perhaps it would be of some use to share a few of the details.
I am sure it will not come as any great shock to learn it seems to have been the fault of that dog Estinien Wyrmblood. The spirit that seems to have been responsible for what has been happening was so angered by his death that it appeared to smite anyone who tried to keep it from... I don't know, I think it wanted his shard. I don't know what it would have done with it. Kept him as a pet, perhaps, in one of its illusions.
If I am honest, whatever this thing was it seemed rather simple, like the ghost of a child, but it clearly possessed immense power. The Aions of Pleroma who were there, their unconvincing promises about—taking care of him in its stead, that kind of thing. That was enough to convince it to retreat.
I think it did something to them, though. I'll show you.
[ He shares his memory of this moment, when the mass of wings demanded that those gathered keep their promise, grasping onto those closest to it with its ethereal hands.
The image fades and Binghe's voice resumes: ]
So the problem has been solved, but only temporarily. The spirit was not destroyed, and it seems if these Aions fail to fulfil its whims it may return with something worse. It might not be so easy to persuade next time.
Binghe is in a bit of a bad mood, having had to haul Makoto's unconscious body out of the street when he would have preferred to drop him in the ocean, and as things are currently he can't really be bothered to pretend that he's not. There's some attempt to be polite, but mostly he sounds kind of tired and cranky. ]
My apologies for the interruption. I am Luo Binghe. No doubt many of you have heard at least a little of what has happened lately in Venera. I was there for the event at the heart of it, so I thought perhaps it would be of some use to share a few of the details.
I am sure it will not come as any great shock to learn it seems to have been the fault of that dog Estinien Wyrmblood. The spirit that seems to have been responsible for what has been happening was so angered by his death that it appeared to smite anyone who tried to keep it from... I don't know, I think it wanted his shard. I don't know what it would have done with it. Kept him as a pet, perhaps, in one of its illusions.
If I am honest, whatever this thing was it seemed rather simple, like the ghost of a child, but it clearly possessed immense power. The Aions of Pleroma who were there, their unconvincing promises about—taking care of him in its stead, that kind of thing. That was enough to convince it to retreat.
I think it did something to them, though. I'll show you.
[ He shares his memory of this moment, when the mass of wings demanded that those gathered keep their promise, grasping onto those closest to it with its ethereal hands.
The image fades and Binghe's voice resumes: ]
So the problem has been solved, but only temporarily. The spirit was not destroyed, and it seems if these Aions fail to fulfil its whims it may return with something worse. It might not be so easy to persuade next time.
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[He has no bones about just asking, since everyone else seems to be rather dancing around the point. The tone is curious, rather than disbelieving]
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( the time in which a man takes his revenge is sacred and private? or, well, it should be. it hadn't been, and he's not about to spread about the details himself. )
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[Both as to the kill itself, and why he's not reveling more in it. Revenge itself should be an intimate thing, certainly, but given Estinien's reputation amongst the Kenoma (regardless of Zenos' personal feelings as to whether he deserves it) this should be a Triumph]
You are the first of us to claim one of their heads, are you not? It behooves us to learn what we can from that.
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he had reveled in it, but victory sours quickly when tarnished what he had gone through. and now he pays unwilling host to some sort of magical affliction — a curse that imposes its will over his. to makoto, there is nothing worse. to lose his own agency is worse than pain, worse than death. )
There is nothing to learn.
He was wounded and nearly entirely petrified by the time I found him. I simply killed him before that process could complete.
( it had been enjoyable in the moment, but retrospect puts things into perspective; he knows better than to grandstand about this. )
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I see.
[Yeah. He wouldn't be crowing about that either, and it's a rather sad indictment of their efforts thus far that this is their first notable kill.]
I suppose I should thank you for the future sport, at least. They will fight that much harder now, and if I know the Warrior of Light at all she is already working to restore him.
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the moment he had given up on retrieving estinien's shard and tried to retreat, he knew that this would come back to haunt him. the dragoon had nearly killed him for simply speaking to one of his companions before. he can only imagine what rancor he will pursue him with now.
though: )
"Warrior of Light?"
((Link shows a Stormblood location, if you're avoiding spoilers))
Champion of Eorzea, slayer of Eikons, [His tone is... weirdly fond, given it's an enemy they're talking about, though it sharpens slightly at the last into something nearer dark amusement] unlikely to be best pleased to killed one of her comrades.
im not so no worries abt that!
We are acquainted.
I believe she was trying to kill me. ( at least before that one white-haired youth intervened and stopped her. ironic, considering it was for the crime of speaking to him that estinien had first tried to kill makoto in the first place, starting off this whole thing... makes you think )
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He's very jealous.He's also not crass enough to just say yeah, you're fucked mate, but that's very much the feeling bleeding through the communion, an almost-chuckle in his tone.]
If not before, then certainly now.
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those emotions seem to run into a brick wall. the mental version of the recipient saying, "i'm not interested." )
Yes, I'm well aware. ( there is a brief, brittle pause. ) It's not as though I didn't expect any consequences to arise from this.
( he had just hoped to remove one of the biggest ones by claiming estinien's shard, but we're all well past that. )