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THE REGENT'S ADDRESS [OPEN TO ALL]
[It comes on fast, once the Regent has your spirit in their hold. Around you, you may see other Aions stumble in the same moment, as if shaken by the same tectonic motion. An inexorable darkness claws at your senses, and you have only a few moments, hard fought, to reposition yourself so that you don't simply drop to the ground when it overtakes you. It has similarities to Communion, to the way another entity's thoughts and words reach out to your mind, but by the same token it's entirely foreign.
This presence is not like another person, it is like a raging, screaming cacophony that drowns out everything else in its path. Whether you be Kenoma or Pleroma, the Regent's presence in this metaphysical realm is staggering. To the Pleroma, though, it also feels caustic, as if the movement of their aura is enough to erode your own, with time.
Gradually, a new world forms. Unlike other Communions, where you are ultimately grounded in reality, here you can been dragged to what seems to be its own distinct psychic realm. A vast, void-filled courtroom, where only the throne at its front has a defined form. Around you, you see shadows of other people, other Aions, that have summoned along with you... but for the moment they seem spectral and unclear, their identities obscured by the realm's aggressive focus on its master.
The Regent sits at their throne, their body swathed in dark fabrics that drift and flutter like smoke. They have no face to be seen, only a faceted silver mask, without any markings or the barest indication of what might be beneath it. Their size is indistinct, maybe a bit taller than you are. They at first sit reclined, but straight up as their 'guests' arrive.]
It's been a long time coming, my subjects.
[At first, they are the only one that can be heard. Though you feel as if you have some physical presence here, a shadowy body of your own, if you attempt to speak no sound emerges.]
To the Pleroma: well done surviving thus far. Granted, I feel as if my Kenoma have made things easy for you. How strange, that most of you were allowed to wander a city within my empire without recourse. Able to summon that wretched creature to your side, even.
I hope you've enjoyed yourself, in the time you've had, because this will be no more. You've spread your infection in Venera, in Godsblood, and it is only necessary that these wounds be cleansed by the touch of the Kenoma. Your presence gives the people ideas... ideas that would disrupt the fragile peace they've come to enjoy, after so many years of suffering. As a kindness, I will only trim the vine, rather than burn the vineyard. What Venerans have taken up your cause, I will see shorn from my empire. And in Godsblood... an example will be made, as of the Sovereign's moon.
My Kenoma will do this for me. Fight them, if you want. But know that I am no longer asking for your fealty. I am demanding it.
[As if opening their court for questions, you will find yourself more able to act. Those that speak or take action will find their physical forms taking shape, standing in the court as people rather than shadows. If you want to question the Regent, now is the time to do so.
OOC: This post is a free for all! We will try to response as the Regent to people who directly engage with them, but you are also allowed to threadjack and interact with each other if you like. Please note that we will not be responding to tag ins done later than the 12th.]
This presence is not like another person, it is like a raging, screaming cacophony that drowns out everything else in its path. Whether you be Kenoma or Pleroma, the Regent's presence in this metaphysical realm is staggering. To the Pleroma, though, it also feels caustic, as if the movement of their aura is enough to erode your own, with time.
Gradually, a new world forms. Unlike other Communions, where you are ultimately grounded in reality, here you can been dragged to what seems to be its own distinct psychic realm. A vast, void-filled courtroom, where only the throne at its front has a defined form. Around you, you see shadows of other people, other Aions, that have summoned along with you... but for the moment they seem spectral and unclear, their identities obscured by the realm's aggressive focus on its master.
The Regent sits at their throne, their body swathed in dark fabrics that drift and flutter like smoke. They have no face to be seen, only a faceted silver mask, without any markings or the barest indication of what might be beneath it. Their size is indistinct, maybe a bit taller than you are. They at first sit reclined, but straight up as their 'guests' arrive.]
It's been a long time coming, my subjects.
[At first, they are the only one that can be heard. Though you feel as if you have some physical presence here, a shadowy body of your own, if you attempt to speak no sound emerges.]
To the Pleroma: well done surviving thus far. Granted, I feel as if my Kenoma have made things easy for you. How strange, that most of you were allowed to wander a city within my empire without recourse. Able to summon that wretched creature to your side, even.
I hope you've enjoyed yourself, in the time you've had, because this will be no more. You've spread your infection in Venera, in Godsblood, and it is only necessary that these wounds be cleansed by the touch of the Kenoma. Your presence gives the people ideas... ideas that would disrupt the fragile peace they've come to enjoy, after so many years of suffering. As a kindness, I will only trim the vine, rather than burn the vineyard. What Venerans have taken up your cause, I will see shorn from my empire. And in Godsblood... an example will be made, as of the Sovereign's moon.
My Kenoma will do this for me. Fight them, if you want. But know that I am no longer asking for your fealty. I am demanding it.
[As if opening their court for questions, you will find yourself more able to act. Those that speak or take action will find their physical forms taking shape, standing in the court as people rather than shadows. If you want to question the Regent, now is the time to do so.
OOC: This post is a free for all! We will try to response as the Regent to people who directly engage with them, but you are also allowed to threadjack and interact with each other if you like. Please note that we will not be responding to tag ins done later than the 12th.]
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[ he doesn't even think. his fingers go to his hood and he lowers it, ready to let that command out, the first two syllables as loud as he can make them. all he can feel is red hot anger at this sudden intrusive act of drawing everyone into the same place. he can feel his throat already burning, toge ready to do what he has to cripple the shadowy figure in front of them all.
but it's simply recognizing figures around him that causes him to stop, cover his mouth before he goes any further. so all he can do is bristle, stare daggers at the regent, wish that he could do something without causing collateral damage, and pull his hood back up. ]
... bonito flakes.
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You're lucky. If it was just the two of us...
[ his cheeks are still pretty red though. ]
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Oh, I look forward to the day you try. I really do.
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I'll succeed. I'm doing it for the Innocent.
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...For the Innocence? Really? And what have they done to earn such loyalty from you, besides be one of your ilk?
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[ and then toge grins. ]
Don't sound so jealous.
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[ narrowing his eyes, toge doesn't like being judgmental--- but in the face of someone willing to be this oppressive...? ]
Sorry that you do.
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Childe just watching, a little concerned. Looks like they can't get hurt by the Regent no matter what at the moment if what's going on with Estinien is anything to go by, but... ]
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but he does spot childe as one of those familiar faces. he's not disappointed. if anything, toge has known the dangers of kindness and friendliness for a while. doesn't matter how much someone smiles or how much charity they show to others!
it's okay. he doesn't feel betrayed. all toge can do is flash an expression hidden by that collar: sadness. ]
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What a mess.
Still Childe will motion to Toge with his fingers and tap gently on his chin in a 'chin up' fashion. Don't be sad over him, that's a waste of energy. ]
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but... it's okay. he's not sad over childe! sad about the situation for sure.
he's just going to be sad when in the future, he may have to tell childe to get bent and then watch as he does, literally, get bent. ]
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he feels the same instinctual, aggressive bristling at the Regent's presence that toge does, going rigid — but as soon as he sees his friend reach for his collar and hears the first few syllables of the curse, his hand shoots out to wrap none-too-gently around his forearm in warning.
warning not just because of the other people around them, but also because he was concerned for what the feedback might do to him, attacking an unknown entity.
yuuta releases a held breath as the moment passes, and his grip on his arm slackens, though he doesn't entirely release him. )
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... Yuuta...
[ as much as he wants to fight, it's pretty much impossible on a number of fronts. downcast, toge shakes his head. ]
Mentaiko.
[ fuck ]
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his gut tells him that's not the case. he knows it's not the same, but they might as well be within the Regent's domain expansion; this place operates to their rules, with a full guarantee to hit.
he replies in a low undertone: ) I know. But this isn't the right time or place. We'll get another chance.
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he knows they are in the worst possible place to start a fight. a fight that could probably be ended almost immediately. in a way, they're being shown a mercy--- he knows that. but also, another question forms. one that he'll keep to himself for now. ]
... salmon.
[ when toge looks at his friend next, his eyes are practically shimmering with determination. ]
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She doesn't intend to speak up in the middle of all this, but if he happens to look her way, she'll give him a miniscule tip of the head. Perhaps polite acknowledgement, a sign that she understands — but mostly an attempt to calm him down a little, though he surely isn't looking for pacification from a Kenoma, of all people. ]
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but gray is far from those things and despite those marching orders...
toge looks at her. she, like everyone, doesn't deserve the potential fallback of a powerful command.
so all he can do is look down, look back, sigh... then flash a look of determination. he'll find a way. ]
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Please be careful!
Meteion has no telepathy here, but her eyes plead. Be safe, Toge.]
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so he gives her a smile. a confident one, more for meteion's sake than his own.
it's the regent who'll need to be careful. ]