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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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This was to issue a challenge and a threat...and he responded to it. Isn't that what you were hoping for?
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He does think Himeka is right, though. He feels that his answer was as good as any, to what is plainly a threat.]
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I suppose you have me there. [You can practically hear the smile in their voice as they contemplate it.] I do enjoy the way you struggle. The way it amounts to nothing, in the end.
This is merely a microcosm, after all. It will unfold the same way in the world beyond this one.
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She glances up to her friend before resettling her gaze on the facsimile of the Regent's face. ]
Will it?
[ There's a twinge of skepticism in her own voice. The Regent did say they can't trust the Kenoma to do as they wished. And she has to believe that there are those amongst the ranks who don't like this plan either. ]
It sounds like things haven't been going as planned.
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You aren't alone in trying to guess. Many of the Kenoma are similarly faithless... and if they think I haven't noticed, they are mistaken. Thankfully, there is still time. For them. For you.
[They nod up at Estinien, struggling and bound above them.]
For him, even, if that creature doesn't manage to swallow his spirit whole. I could save him, you know.
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I wouldn't, but you said it yourself...
[ But this does confirm something important--very important. As feared, the Regent demands absolute fidelity. There are those within the ranks that are more at risk than they may have realized...which also means there may be a greater opportunity to save them.
Himeka is ready to issue a challenge of her own, heedless of any perceived imbalance in power, but falters at the finish line at the mention of saving her friend. ]
...
[ She pauses, uncertain. ]
Save him?
[ No--no. Don't get your hopes up. ]
...What reason would we have to believe that?
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[That seems self evident to them.]
It's a being of the Pleroma... I'm not certain any of you could ever compete with the sheer force of its power. I, however, am both its elder and blessed with the strength of the Kenoma. It could excise its influence from his soul.
It will get worse, what afflicts him. I hope you understand that.
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There's weight to these words that she doesn't like. No matter how much Himeka wants to hope there will be an end to the suffering Estinien has experienced at the Innocence creature's behest, she cannot place her hopes on the Regent.
Ever.
There has to be another way.
The Regent wouldn't actually offer this as a means to assist. No. It's a dangling of what could be in front of them, a way to threaten and scare them and make them give up. She won't give into it. ]
If it's a being of the Pleroma...
[ She doesn't think the Regent would admit to it, but... ]
...Are you afraid?
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But if it were true, if it could take him entirely given the time...
The idea slowly sinks into him, and it's all he can do but to keep it from driving him towards despair. For a moment, he's almost glad that he's been forbidden to speak, his mouth held closed by the void of the Regent's creation.
He's not sure what he would say, even if he could.]
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What I am is annoyed.
[They make anther dismissive hand gesture.]
I've defeated it once already. How typical of the Pleroma to return and continue to burden us all despite it having no reason left to do so.
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Whether or not they're actually afraid, it's clear enough that Innocence is at least something more than an inconvenience. (Or so she's interpreting.) Would that mean that...Estinien having such a connection to it is more of a threat too?
Maybe they would save him, just for their own benefit.
There's a sudden swell of hope in her chest. Not just for what Estinien's fate may actually hold, but for the fact that those who were defeated... ]
...If you defeated it, then why is it back?
[ ...may yet live. ]
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What can I say? The Pleroma is stubborn as ever. Maybe, if you continue to enable it, it will succeed in destroying this realm a second time.
[They lean towards her.]
And you will see why I despise your kind so.
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What do you mean, "a second time"?
[ Despite the lean, she stands her ground, sparing a glance up at her friend still pinned up in the air. ]
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[Apparently there is a limit to how much information they will give, and now they just sound smug.]
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Well...since you seem dissatisfied in your own choice of company, mayhaps you could do us the honor and meet us face to face in their stead.
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[No promising regarding what 'audience' means.]
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Himeka exhales long and low. ]
Alright. I accept.
[ Does she actually have any plans of traveling to Achamoth? Of course not. But she has few doubts that they will need to work their way up to the Regent themselves to put an end do this. ]
My friends and I have laid low false gods before...I'm sure we can do it again.