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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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Zenos is not sure what he expected from the Regent - what he's been able to glean has been filtered through the fear or scorn or admiration of the other Kenoma, and so needed to be taken with not so much a grain of salt as an entire boulder, revealing more about his comrades than their leader themselves - but quoting more-or-less verbatim from his own playbook was not it. He is not used to feeling Understood - Himeka has tried, but comes at it from malms in the opposite direction; this seems to issue from ilms away, if that. Granted, the parts about Relieving Suffering are very much not his wheelhouse (he has never concerned himself with the welfare of cattle, and has no intention of trying to do so now) and he bristles a little at the term My Kenoma (were he at all given to empathy, he might wonder if this is how the likes of Yotsuyu's brute felt next to him) but the rest - how one might stoke hatred and cultivate nemeses? The assertion that might makes right? The refusal to be anything but themself? That he knows, and the artistry of it is beautiful, the way a new blade or a hithertoo-unseen beast is beautiful.
He is not sure if he wishes to fight for the Regent or with them (the line between kindred and rival has always been more of a rust-red smear where he's concerned, hasn't it?) but either way his blood sings more than a little. Himeka's challenge does not help matters in the slightest, much as it pleases him to see that whatever happened in Venera does not seem to have dulled her spirits.
At first he simply observes, nothing both the Pleroma most vociferous in their objections and the Kenoma most adamant in their support. Special attention is given to those who've already expressed a hunger to kill - the likes of Rin, Childe and Majorita - wondering if that hunger remains, or if they will balk now. Whatever happens it seems a fight is at this point inevitable, and that, at least, is an uncomplicatedly joyous prospect. Probably.]
So it is to be war in truth [he says, to nobody in particular]
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Zenos' excitement (? is that the right word? Sure, let's go with it) fades a little, and he inclines his head in a silent do we need to talk about this?. The Bloodbath to come might well be his domain, but as familiar as the tactics being deployed are the Politicing that precedes it is very much more Emet-Selch's]
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or rather, once it is clear Himeka and the Regent are not going to fight nowand passed into tedious declarations of how terrible all this is and how they're not going to stand for it on one side and how righteous and benevolent the beloved Regent is on the other, he does so.]no subject
Emet-Selch waits patiently for his 'family members' approach. When he does, he looks on with an amicable look. ]
It seems you've been gifted your chance for "glorious battle". Aren't you excited?
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He shrugs lightly, aims for nonchalant, though it is not especially convincing]
"Should the heroes take the bait, and the local Eikon refrain from interfering?" [yes, he's absolutely still sore he missed the fight with Innocence because of the broken form fighting the thing's Insidious Whispers had turned him into] "Thrilled."
[A curious head-tilt] "Are you not?"
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[ He shrugs and adds a good-natured sigh. ]
What's done is done. At least this excursion should prove "eventful".
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[ Making things purposefully more difficult without a reason is certainly not his favorite means by which to go about conducting business. ]
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"What would you do, in their place? Beyond not announcing it, I mean."
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[ Oh, it's admittedly not far flung from what he may do. He may be huffing about announcing it while he's on the end of executing orders, but that may not be the case if he were not on the receiving end. ]
The key difference in our plans would be that I would be the one giving the orders for a plan of mine own design. There is a drastic difference in that alone.
[ He folds his arms. ]
Perhaps I would even provide more specifics so that they may meet us with a sense of exact predictability. Having a tertiary goal - one of more import - would be optimal besides.
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He stares at Zenos with no little bewilderment, but doesn't actually address the man.]
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