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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 would sacrifice any Pleroma to get rid of the Innocence. The Kenoma he's less inclined to, but if it's gotta be done, then it's gotta be done. And he's really not going to be swayed when it comes to the necessity of taking it out... though Matt's idea of a Visionary entity earns him a funny look. ]
If we get rid of the Pleroma, maybe they don't appear. If they do because the new ones are from the Kenoma, then maybe they actually help us.
[ Because the Pleroma is full of shit, and the Kenoma actually has something productive in mind.
... ]
I mean, at least an LSD trip might be fun.
[ Just saying. Because the Regent's orders aren't wearing on him at all, so this really is where his focus lies; if they're ordering them to round up random civilians, then there's a good reason for it, and Amos has no qualms about doing it. Just another day. ]
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He's not sure the Innocence can die, since it doesn't seem to be alive in the traditional sense. But he doesn't want to say so to Amos. He's not sure enough that it couldn't die by the methods he's suggesting, even if Matt thinks they're ultimately not worth the potential backlash. ]
A Legacy-based LSD trip would definitely be revelatory, [ he admits with a small smile. ]
But ... anyway, all I really know is that magic is hard to predict, or direct. It's kinda like the difference between riding a wave and telling the wave where to crash? What's out there is a lot bigger than any one person can wrap their consciousness around.
So that's what I gave up my hand for. [ Unconsciously, Matt tries to wiggle the fingers of his left hand, the way he would if they were still there. His expression dims once he realizes what he's doing, but he plunges on. ] For information about the Innocence, so we can make better decisions about what to do. And ... Xishen mentioned the sacrifice could have longer-term consequences for my own abilities, so there's that too. A chance to grow.
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That small smile elicits one of Amos' own, though. See? Things aren't so bad, and he shifts a little closer to Matt. If Xishen had something to do with what's going on with the spiritual energy around his hand then it's... probably... fine...
Amos places his hand on Matt's left shoulder when his expression dims in what he hopes is a clear, albeit tacit gesture of support. ]
Probably not how I'd have done it, but you know more about this magic shit than I do. So I get it. [ The basic sentiments, at least. Give to get, just taken to an extreme. ] If it's too big for any one of us, but you can help level the playing field by doing that... I get it.
[ A beat, and, ] Thank you.
[ For... for helping them, he figures. For giving up so much of himself for another way in, to hopefully murder that thing once and for all. It's a lot, but it had hurt people, and if this is the best way Matt can contribute to telling it no more, to making sure nothing like that ever happens again, then thank you is probably underselling things — but the sentiment remains all the same.
He's still waiting for him to catch up in attunement, but growth isn't always linear. This is still something good, something meaningful, and that counts for a lot. ]