[Kenoma] Discussion

[lachtara]

( 🟣 - Emet, 🔵 - Ciel )

Good Evening.

There are some within our ranks who we have not had the pleasure of meeting. I am Emet-Selch. Ciel and I serve as tacticians and teachers to the Kenoma.

I function as acting counsel for devising strategies. Additionally, some of you may find yourself in possession of new magical abilities that you did not have before. I am available to assist you with honing your newfound magical skills. To those of you who find yourself injured, I can provide my magic to heal your wounds so that you may be hale and whole once more.

[ He sighs. My, is this a mouthful. ]

My name is Ciel. I am versed in martial arts and am proficient with most types of weaponry. There are various means of developing melee combat prowess across Achamoth, but if you would like personalized instructions at any level, please contact me and we’ll arrange for a schedule. I can also perform magical healing along with Father Paul.

Unfortunately, We do not have much time for pleasantries. The Pleroma will soon be at our doorstep. Their goal is to retrieve their allies who remain captive inside our walls, and our goal is to lure them deep within the Citadel where we may enact our own plans. You will be provided assignments once it is closer to the promised hour. Prepare in your own way meanwhile; The Citadel is host to all manners of weaponry and the army's training grounds.

[ It’s kept a little vague and unspecific. Though they do intend to give adequate information, there is also no question that they have had traitors in their midst as of late. Everything will be doled out with due caution. Although, there will be a silent message sent to each person asking them to respond with some information of their abilities. ]

We are at war, bloodshed is inevitable. We will be attacked soon, and we must defend our keep. Consider this communion address a formal hub for discussion and organization of the battle to come. We will begin with information sharing of the Pleroma: knowing their names, appearances, and capabilities will better prepare us in dealing with them in combat. Aions may develop new abilities at any time, however; intel from the mission in Venera and Godsblood may very well be outdated by now, so do not assume anything we go over in this address as the extent of what they can do. Anything you may have witnessed at the shrines can be helpful, including other newcomers you may have met that did not return to Achamoth..

To the third wave of newly awoken Aions, it is regrettable that we cannot welcome you better, you’ve unfortunately arrived at a tumultuous time on Horos. If this is all too much for any reason, that’s fine. Contact me privately, and we can at least arrange for you to be somewhere safe during this. To those used to wielding great power, please get some practice in and verify your new limits. Becoming an Aion may have weakened you, do not let that catch you off-guard on the battlefield.

To those who are new, introduce yourselves and ask any questions you have. We will answer your questions as best we can, and I encourage our fellow Kenoma to chime in where they may. Do try to keep your questions interesting enough to be worth reading.

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New Kenoma

[lachtara]

Intro or Ask Questions

[lachtara]

(Newbies can intro or ask questions here. Introduce yourselves, ask questions about mechanics or people, or anything else you can think of.)

[cutlery]

[ And of course mr. extrovert demon is here to introduce himself! He's quite pleasant and calm, which... may not fit what you might expect from a newbie, but. Adapting to new situations is a skill of his. ]

And to all others, hello. I am Sebastian Michaelis. I've little to say in terms of an introduction for myself, so please allow me to simply say that I am quite long lived, and as a result, quite skilled in a great many things. I was most recently in service as a butler, so if you should perhaps desire a most excellent pastry, I would be more than happy to provide.

[ ...it's a completely serious offer ]

Instead, may I ask for those who have been here for a while— What is it that you wish you had been made aware of sooner when you had arrived? And of relevance for upcoming circumstances, who do you find to be the most dangerous adversary?

[ yes, it's a broad pair of questions, but. look. give him deets, he is thirsty for information of all kinds ]

[lifespanned]

You're a butler? So, what, you worked for someone really rich and famous or something...?

[ Or at a café?! A long lived butler... how fascinating. In contrast to his calm, her voice comes off rather high-energy, and fast paced. ]

Well Mr. Butler, the one thing I would've wanted to know earlier is that you can't really hide your feelings from others of the same Legacy as you. If you're near them, or you're connected with them in this mind space thingy, they can sort of feel what you're feeling. If that makes sense? It can be kind of a shock when you feel it for the first time, so, just so you know.

[cutlery]

Ah, rich, yes. My last master was an Earl of England, so his estate was quite vast, and he also had quite the business acumen himself.

[ There's a feeling of admiration that comes with the description that's genuine, though fittingly for what she says, there's a definite feeling that this is also begrudging admiration... ]

Ah, yes. I did experience that a tad when I met Mr. Howl... It is. Hm. [ He pauses, thoughtful, then asks lightly: ] Is it fair to say it is unpleasant? Of nothing personal to Mr. Howl, of course. It is quite a strange sensation to me regardless of who it comes from.

[regressor]

Ah... Is this working? Testing, testing, 1, 2, 3...

Hello... Everyone? My name is Carmine... I'm not really sure what to say about myself. It's been a long time since I've had to fight anyone... and my body isn't in the best condition anymore... But I'd like to be of help, if I'm needed.

My powers are... rather destructive.

I'd rather not use them unless I have to, though...

[lachtara]

Given that the Pleroma are not likely to show you Clemency, you will undoubtedly have to utilize your skills.

[ Pause. ]

With that said, it is an inopperotune introduction, but I bid you welcome to the Kenoma.

[regressor]

Ah… I’m sorry, maybe it sounded like I meant I didn’t want to be cooperative…

I do.

It’s just… I don’t want to hurt any of you or the people who live in this city by accident. If you’re the strategist… maybe you could make sure that doesn’t happen… ?

[gravings]

[ She'll bite... ]

Hello. My name is Gray... Um, what kind of powers do you have?

[ She feels like she should know, if only to get out of the way as efficiently as possible... ]

[regressor]

Hello, “Gray”… Miss Gray?

[She stares out with that, but…]

They’re a little hard to explain… honestly, I don’t really understand the science myself. But I can make things happen to people and things without touching them.

Horrible things.

[baltimores]

Hey. Name's Amos.

[ She sounds somewhat hesitant; Amos'll do his best to convey something supportive. We're all friends here. Or at least we're supposed to be. ]

Destructive ain't a bad thing if it gets the job done. You just got here, though? Don't stress it. You'll probably be more up to it in time.

[ A beat, and then, with a bit more cheer, ] You could always be an ace in the hole, if it comes to it.

[regressor]

Hello, Amos… I can hear you. As odd as this is…

I just don’t want to hurt anyone I shouldn’t. If those Pleroma people need to be taken care of, I could probably help a lot, but…

We don’t want to kill a hundred people just to kill one, do we?

[… that’s an answer she’s interested in. do we?]

[zauneyete]

What's wrong with that? Destructive, in my experience, is advantageous.

[regressor]

Ah… I don’t suppose there’s anything wrong with it as a concept. No.

But if it’s used haphazardly… I don’t know enough about this place yet.

… To not maybe hurt a lot of people fighting just one.

[regression]

Yoo Joonghyuk.

[ That's really it for introductions. There's a wave of vigilance in general. He's mostly focused on the main post's topic, though. And, in general, power and benefits. ]

What are these plans we want to enact when we lure them in. What is the range of known Aion abilities.

[lachtara]

My apologies. Our plans are still in the throes of being finalized. We will have to provide them to you as the date comes closer.

[ And he will leave it at that for the moment. ]

Are you looking for skills for coordination purposes?

[regression]

[ Fine. ]

It is better to know what may be on the battlefield.

[entsetzt]

As I mentioned elsewhere, I am a chemist as well as a psychiatrist and I believe I could put my skills in that area to work against the Pleroma, with time and proper equipment. Are there lab facilities one could make use of?

[There's a brief pause.]

I will require test subjects to ensure that I achieve the proper reaction. I trust that will not be an issue.

[expiera]

The heart of alchemical research on Horos is situated in Hylici, a city-state of academia given freedom to do as they please in exchange for absolute loyalty to the Regent's command. We haven't been granted permission to visit just yet, the Hylicians are also highly individualistic and pride in what they have and who they are. We will have to wait for deploy orders to go there, but in the meanwhile, there should be smaller and more personalized workshops around Achamoth. The Achamites are always eager to serve the Regent's Aions, you can likely get most things that catch your interest with your status alone.

[There's also a brief pause.]

What manners of subjects are you looking for, doctor Crane?

[entsetzt]

A pity, but perhaps one of these smaller workshops will do...for now. I work best when I have my own facilities specifically tailored to my needs

Well, my primary field of expertise is in hallucinogenics. Specifically ones that target the visual, audio, snd emotion centers of the brain to induce a specific emotional state.

[No sense beating about the bush here, but there is an...unsettling feeling of amusement.]

In this case, an overwhelming sense of fear. Each subject's experience is different based on their personal fears and past traumatic experiences, but the results are the same; complete and utter submission to their worst and greatest fears. If I do say so myself, the formula itself is nothing short of pure artistry.

I'm sure I don't need to elaborate on how useful it could be in dealing with insubordinate and rebellious Pleroma, yes Miss Ciel? But once I have recreated my formula, assuming the tools here are sophisticated enough to work with, I will require subjects on whom I can test the toxin to ensure it achieves the desired level of terror.

Surely there are imprisoned criminals in Achamoth serving no useful purpose. People no one would, aha...care overmuch about what happens to them.

[The lost and the forgotten always make for such excellent test subjects because they're the least likely to be looked for.]

Introduction Activities

[lachtara]

(In-person meetings/tours etc? Here, you can post logs to show new people around, interact with them, or do training if you want. Let’s have fun before we send you to die.)

for Havoc

[sterngaze]

[Liem is nothing if not punctual, so he arrives in the dining hall towards the end of the breakfast rush and fetches himself some tea to keep himself caffeinated while he waits for the new face to arrive. Considering his own absence during the entirety of the shrines’ activity, he hasn’t seen the face of even a single new arrival yet, but he’s confident in his ability to recognize Carmine based just off of his familiarity with the Citadel’s other inhabitants. If he sees someone new, there’ll be a good chance that it’s her.

He finds a seat near the middle of the room but with a view of the exits, perching with his back to the table and sipping his drink as he surveys people’s comings and goings. The noise in the space lessens as most of the breakfast crowd filters out, and it’s easier to keep tabs on the individuals that remain, for which his overstressed nerves are grateful. He waits until he sees what he’s looking for—a woman he doesn’t recognize—and raises his free hand in a small wave.]

[regressor]

[When Liem makes his entrance... Havoc is already in the dining hall, her diminutive form hidden behind the large retainer who has escorted her there and stands ready to wait on her. ... That's nice, actually, in theory- she has yet to confirm whether the man can be trusted, yet... or rather, how much he could be trusted, but. That will come, much like she hopes a return to more proper physical condition.

And that starts with a balanced diet complete with a boosted volume of protein and carbohydrates. By the time she's mostly finished mechanically eating her meal it's approaching mid-morning, so she dismisses the retainer and tries to remember how "Carmine" would act. Warmer... softer... guiltier...

Oh. Someone is waving at her. And if she were a Regressor...

She puts down her spoon to smile a bit awkwardly and wave back with a thin hand sporting two splinted fingers.]

for Gen

[regressor]

[One of the first things that Havoc had set out to do, as she begun to get settled in her new "home"... was to start identifying how to pay her obeisance, something that would inevitably need to happen considering they were supposedly in the midst of a war and in danger of an invasion attempt. Ideally... she'd take them from the orphanage. They were much softer targets, they could be coerced or threatened into silence... but the Regent, for all their supposed rule over a city of debauchery and loose mortals... apparently did not allow harm to come to children under their care.

It was going to be a problem.

So she had to look to the aions. She's standing in a courtyard, quiet and unassuming, holding a pile of what might be clothing or sheets in one thin arm, a hand with two splinted fingers awkwardly gripping a bag... and has been, for some time. But when someone walks by who looks like they might suit her needs...]

Ah, excuse me...

[She makes an effort to look slightly lost, a little confused, moving the muscles on her face to mimic the way she remembered herself moving as a Regressor. "Harmless".]

Have you been here long... ? I'm a little lost...

[epiprocta]

[ When some stranger catches him on his way to the training grounds, his kneejerk reaction is to ignore it and continue on his way. He doesn't owe anyone his time after all, and he's hardly been in a sociable mood. But, well ...

Maybe it's because he doesn't recognize this woman -- who can be pinpointed as a newly-minted Kenoma Aion quickly enough with a brief squint of True Sight -- and it piques his curiosity. Or maybe it's because she looks so pathetic that he has to assume dealing with her will be effortless and easy. Or maybe it's because he's just been that fucking tired lately and thus willing to procrastinate on his training a bit, but. For whatever reason, he finds himself stopping to look to Havoc. ]

... yeah, I've been here a while.

[ The impression he gives off isn't a particularly pleasant one. His tone of voice is a brusque deadpan, his expression trained into a hardened stare. But if one can see past the dark shadows under his eyes, it's not hard to guess that he's still a teenager -- the line of his jaw, the rounder edge to his cheekbones, and the texture of his skin are all lacking in the distinct sharpness and weathering that comes with age.

Even if he carries himself with all the grace of a seasoned thug, fixing Havoc with a flat stare. ]

What're you looking for, lady.