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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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Who is..."him"?
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He… is my…
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It's okay...if you don't want to share. Or if it's too hard.
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[ dextera shakes his head. ]
I don’t know how to describe him. I don’t want him to, but maybe… he owns me. He thinks he does. He acts that way. But I…
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...
[ Himeka gives his shoulder a gentle squeeze. ]
He may think he does...but that doesn't mean it has to be true, does it?
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[ what himeka says isn’t wrong. he knows that, and he understands it every time people tell him something similar. it just never seems to sink in; dextera is still punishing himself with the archangel’s ownership. ]
I don’t know another way to be. Even if he isn’t here anymore, I have to… I can’t think about myself any other way.
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She doesn't withdraw her hand. She wants him to know that he doesn't have to be alone with these thoughts if he doesn't want to be. ]
Do you have to?
[ It's a gentle prodding. ]
He isn't here...maybe now is the time to be the person you want to be?
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…I don’t know who that is.
dex you're hurting my heart
I think...that's okay if you don't know.
[ She gives his shoulder another gentle squeeze. ]
Without him you can find out who that is. And you have people who can help you along the way.
HE DIDNT MEAN TO
he shakes his head. ]
I… I don’t have any memories. I’m afraid that if I become someone new, I’ll lose who I once was. So I have to…
[ … ]
I have to stay as I am.
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Ah...it can't be that easy, can it? She can't fully understand his situation in a few short exchanges. But that doesn't mean she'll stop trying. ]
Well...
[ Himeka moves to stand in front of him a little. ]
I'll say that the person I've known so far has been curious...creative, and thoughtful. Those are pretty good traits to have if you ask me. So, yeah, you should definitely hang onto those.
[ She inclines her head. ]
If you don't have any memories...that must be just who you are. But that doesn't mean you can't make new memories to define yourself by too. By you choice. Your actions here count.
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it’s as if she’s describing a different person. the words are so far from how he sees himself that he wonders if he’s somehow tricked her; his brow furrows, but at least he doesn’t argue with her about her kindness. ]
…
[ his voice is soft when he responds, but at the very least, it’s a different kind of softness from the hoarse misery he was wearing when she approached. ]
Thank you… Himeka. I just want to make sure… I’m making the right choices.
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There's so much he's carrying on himself, though. She thinks that it's telling that despite this...he's still making the choice to fight for the side that's for everyone. That shows his character more than anything. ]
We won't know if they're the right choices are until we see what happens after we make them, but...even if turns out that they're the wrong choices, we'll be here for you. To help you figure it out. Okay? That's what friends are for.
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…
[ quiet, but not ungrateful, he simply nods. ]