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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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You say you've not failed, but this world is still here. [ in contrast to earlier, his tone is thoughtful now. like he's sounding out these questions as they come to him. ] So are others. How can you say that you have the strength to destroy everything, rewrite reality, even bring Aions to this world, if that's the case? If what you do has been working for so long, then why is this reality still here at all?
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Did you destroy our worlds?
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[ :) ]
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but he is, and his control is poor even at the best of times, and this is not — the best of times. he doesn't even think. it's not a conscious decision. but between one heartbeat and the next, he gathers up all that destructive power that'd been sizzling through his bloodstream
and hurls it at the regent in a burst of bright light. ]
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The Regent clenches their fingers in his direction, and as if mimicking the motion, tendrils of shadow wrap around him and lift him into the air. One of them is sure to cover his mouth, ending his participation in this discussion.]
Well, if you can't play nice...
[Honestly, why did they think it would work this time?]
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Maybe Rand can feel a pair of eyeballs (or more like, a singular eyeball) boring into him as he hangs suspended in the air. There are a lot of faces present, all scattered around in the mindscape, but there's definitely a familiar one near the back looking up at him if he can stop raging at the Regent for a few seconds.
....
Hi. :) How ya doin'?
Also, his tail is now gone. Rand can interpret that how he will. ]
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rand: 🖕 ]
👁
He may get the sensation of being Perceived, like an itch that can't be reached amplified by the empathetic connection afforded to them through their shared Legacy. But if he tries looking around to locate its source, he won't find anyone looking back at him, much less a familiar face. Ciel's not an amateur at this, she's already blended, lied, and cheated her way through the crowds more than a few times as is. This is enough.
See you again in Godsblood... 👋]
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Amos stares up at Rand, a curious tilt to his head. Huh. So that's different. So he can do the kind of shit Moiraine could too, can't he.
Really should've brought him to their side. That's fucking useful. And then he wouldn't be suspended in midair like an idiot, either. ]
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and another part of him thinks: see if you underestimate me again.
his current predicament is humiliating, of course. but it's also temporary. ]
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Well, at least Amos can now say for certain that Rand'll actually back up his words. There's a sense of respect for him in the moment.
And then he turns away, elsewhere, because he's still free to do as he pleases in this space. ]
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He shouldn't be that surprised that he has powers, but ??? That's a hell of a blast, my dude.]
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and they don't, not in whole, but this is still much of the story. facing the reality of what he's been running from, the people he's lied to, is worse than the burn of stares from their enemies.
he might apologize, in the moment, if he could. but the gag means that isn't an option; and, by the time they leave this space...well, avoidance talking about himself is going to be all but impossible. ]
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His hackles are up! It doesn't matter that Rand made the first move, on pure principle Ryunosuke hates seeing anyone being put in such a position of such helplessness, and if Rand happens to catch his eye, he'll see much more concern on Ryunosuke's face than anything else.
He literally can't do anything to get Rand down from there when the Regent won't even so much as glance in his direction, but he WILL stand right by Rand in solidarity and try to make angry eyes at any Kenoma who looks at him funny.]
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[ i'm sorry rand but this is PRESSING ]
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[Put two and two together, Johnny.]
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[ angry grunt. ]
Fuck you! I don't believe it... I won't.
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[Ryunosuke's voice cuts in from somewhere off to Johnny's side, where the lawyer is still standing resolutely in place, staring daggers into the Regent, even as their attention turns elsewhere.]
If they possessed any kind of proof at all that they'd done as they claim, they would have shown it to us by now.
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I know that. All this guy does is lie.
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