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Héctor ([personal profile] unpocoloco) wrote in [community profile] daybreakacademy2019-11-12 12:20 am

What You Take With You part II: Reflections In The Fog

Who: All those on the What You Take With You mission and everyone else (who OOCly wishes to join in)
What: An important artifact is brought back only to immedaitely activate. Further details are here.
When: November 10th
Where: Daybreak Campus and around Soliel
Warning: Warn in headers as appropriate

On November 10th the recovery team sent into the Outlands makes their return with the obsidian mirror. Thus far it hasn't seemed any different than any other obsidian mirror, nothing spectacular about it beyond its age and where it came from. But Daybreak was only called to retrieve it, not anything more. The spell is worked to open the path between the Outlands and Daybreak, allowing them back. But as this happens, the mists rise up as they often do when the two worlds intersect. The team might even see it ghosting over the mirror before catching their own reflections in it. A light flashes over its surface and in that instant, the mirror activates.

Just one look in any reflective surface throughout Soliel-- a mirror, a window, a bit still water-- and people will be struck with sudden dizziness, a feeling of being knocked back, and then darkness. You'll find, on waking, a dark and desolate landscape full of smoke and fog. It'll be hard to tell where one is going. You won't be alone. People all over the academy have been brought into this vision. You may run into them, but even more likely, you'll run into the spots of color that cut through the fog.

And dwelling with this color? Why it's you. But better. Or maybe, much, much worse. It seems the mirror has something to show you. But is that something a promise? Or a threat...? Learn its lesson and you may escape both the shadowy realm and a terrible fate in your future. What image will you leave on the world?
bejustorbedead: (A sinister eye)

Ky Kiske | OTA

[personal profile] bejustorbedead 2019-11-12 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
To lead is to follow

An older man strides into the mists, blond hair streaked with gray, a neatly prepared beard was squared off just below the neck, one hand holding onto an arming sword, and the other to a shield with a white back drop and red cross, matching the tabard draped over his shoulders.

"Ho there, pilgrim!" He calls out as he sheathes his sword, raising his now empty hand, showing an empty palm. "Are you also lost in this strange twilight?" Then his blue eyes closes, the crows feet crinkling around them, trying to smile reassuringly. "Mayhaps it would be prudent for us to travel together, if just for your own protection."

Ezekiel 25:17 as read by Samuel L. Jackson - cw: some body horror

the smell of blood and smoked flesh hits one before the figure even comes out of the haze, tattered wings dripping clotting blood, blond hair falling in a caked, tangle mass, half of his helmet seemed to have been cleaved off of hid and had seem to fuse into the rest of his face. At times, it seems like he's using his blood-drenched sword as a crutch, before straightening up, swinging the weapon with surprising ease. His visible eye glows a hellish red.

"Announce yourself, Sinner!" His voice crackles and rasps, giving the impression something inside his throat is tearing with each syllable. "State your name and allegiance!"
shockingblue: (Adept)

B

[personal profile] shockingblue 2019-11-12 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
That horrific scent is all too familiar after going into the Outlands. It's one that immediately puts Gunvolt on guard, his weapon at the ready and the safety now off. Seems he's wandered into a more dangerous part of town. And that thought was immediately confirmed upon catching sight of the silhouette in the mists. His weight shifted to his back foot in surprise, once he caught sight of the face revealed by the half-sundered helm the person was wearing.

"Professor Kiske?!..."

...He didn't like this at all. That couldn't be Ky. That's not the professor he knew... and it certainly didn't sound like him. That was enough for his guard to go full up. That blood-caked blade definitely wasn't a showpiece, and Gunvolt wanted no part of seeing it up close. His grip tightened reflexively around his Dart Leader.

"...Gunvolt. Student of Daybreak Academy and field agent of QUILL. And just who's asking?"
bejustorbedead: (Unfairness and Deceit are Superior)

[personal profile] bejustorbedead 2019-11-13 01:47 am (UTC)(link)
The sword swung, pointing in Gunvolt's direction, his visible eye narrowing in suspicion - eyes flicking to the Dart Leader, not recognizing what it is exactly but seeming to understand instinctively that it is a weapon.

The tattered wings (they looked as though they're growing right from his armor, scaled and glinting) clattered as they spread. "Kiske... yes, that is I - Ky Alard de Kiske - Heretic, Blasphemer to a false church. Gunvolt of QUILL - who do you pledge allegiance to?"
shockingblue: (Surprise)

[personal profile] shockingblue 2019-11-13 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
Gunvolt's eyes widened considerably when the being revealed its true name. ...And worse yet, calling himself a heretic and blasphemer. Professor Kiske was a devout man, and while Gunvolt himself was fairly secular, he did hold a great deal of respect for his Professor's adherence to his faith. He always seemed to use it as a positive guide in life... and seeing this....

The blood-soaked crusader in front of him calling himself something that seemed impossible for the professor he knew...

He'd stared down plenty of daemons. Monsters. Goons. Undead. Fellow humans. Hell, even a Herald. But this? This might be the first thing that really unnerved him.

And how was he supposed to answer that question? ...He had a feeling it wouldn't matter, so he would speak his heart. There could be no regret if he did that.

"My allegiance? To Asimov, the leader of QUILL. But if you're asking what I believe in? I believe in the causes of freedom and equality for all, and protecting the people of Earth from any who would destroy them."
bejustorbedead: (A sinister eye)

[personal profile] bejustorbedead 2019-11-13 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
The fallen angel with Ky's face watches, gauges - suspicion, wariness, all playing. "To believe in that... is the gift of the young, to be set aside in place of wisdom forged by suffering."

The blade lowers, until the point touches the ground, but it was not sheathed, blood dripping down it's length, pooling beneath them. "Beware those who demand your loyalty, those who speak of righteous causes while they slither and scheme."
Edited 2019-11-13 03:01 (UTC)
shockingblue: (Outlook)

[personal profile] shockingblue 2019-11-13 04:41 am (UTC)(link)
As the fallen angel lowered his blade, Gunvolt's grip on his own weapon eased a bit. He still wasn't ready to drop his guard, but... he took heed of the words spoken to him. ...A cold shiver crawled up his spine; a chill that pierced him to his very core... for reasons he could not fully understand.

It was almost like the angel's eye was seeing right through him.

"...You might be right," he answered. "While I've fought so far... I don't know if my resolve has ever been truly tested. Whether I'll bend... or break."

Gunvolt looked down, at his gun in his hand, emblazoned with the QUILL logo on the side as Ky's words echoed in his head again.... and then another's.


You don't know what she's capable of, GV. The safest course of action is to proceed with the mission. Destroy her.


...That cold shiver again.

"Asimov... was that how he really felt?"
nor_iron_bars: Voice aloud how good (And I love it)

A.

[personal profile] nor_iron_bars 2019-11-13 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
That's what she said.

[Jail may still have a middle schooler's sense of humor, but least she has the decency to stick to muttering it under her breath before addressing him more audibly.]

Heya. Weird place, ain't it? Don't suppose you got any clue how we got here?

[She's pretty sure there's something familiar about this guy, but she's not quite sure yet. Has she seen him before, somewhere...?]

[Either way, Jail's not the type to give someone the cold shoulder. Either this guy is genuinely friendly, which could be helpful, or he's trying to lure her into a trap. In which case... well, it'll still be pretty informative. And probably a lot more interesting than just wandering aimlessly through the fog.]
bejustorbedead: (Default)

[personal profile] bejustorbedead 2019-11-13 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
[A stifled snicker escapes at that muffled statement as he shifts the shield up the gauntlet]

I'm afraid not... in fact, I cannot say I remember much before waking up here. I doubt it's purgatory, least I know I'm still alive. Are you alone here?
nor_iron_bars: And in my soul am free (No that ain't your style)

[personal profile] nor_iron_bars 2019-11-13 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
[The knight in shining armor understands terrible modern humor. She's legitimately delighted.]

[Jail snickers lightly.]
Man, if I only rate Purgatory after all the shit I've pulled, I'm almost gonna be disappointed.

[It wouldn't be her if she wasn't tempting fate, really.]

So far, but I'm pretty sure that ain't gonna last- if there's two of us in here, there's gonna be more around somewhere. This place feels way too big for just a couple people.
bejustorbedead: (A gentle smile)

[personal profile] bejustorbedead 2019-11-13 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Jailbreak dear, such terrible humor is much older than one would think]

You do not strike me as a saintly sort... regardless of where it is, I believe you're right - that it's too large to be entirely vacant, even the deserts have people living in it.
nor_iron_bars: Alone that soar above (Keep doing what you're doing)

[personal profile] nor_iron_bars 2019-11-13 03:52 am (UTC)(link)
Good instincts.

[Oh, don't worry- she still remembers that joke about the tree and the priest.]

Doubt it's natural, either- feels more like a made place, not one that just happened, y'know? [Being a seer means struggling to put your perceptions into words sometimes, but she knows there's something there. It's nothing terribly concrete, just a nagging sense at the back of her mind, that there's more magic than matter to the space around them.]

[Of course, that could just be her common sense, pointing out that so far this place seems to consist entirely of mist and no visible flooring at all, which isn't exactly normal. So that's possible, too.]
bejustorbedead: (What just happened)

[personal profile] bejustorbedead 2019-11-14 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
Something made?

[He turns his head, blue eyes studying her for a moment]

Some sort of magicked prison? It seems a little too solid - for the latter of a better word to be an illusion... but magic isn't exactly something We Knights do much trade in.
nor_iron_bars: Enjoy such liberty (Default)

[personal profile] nor_iron_bars 2019-11-14 12:57 pm (UTC)(link)
I got a trick or two in that department... [The word "knights" nags at her, and she snaps her fingers, the strange familiarity in this man's face suddenly resolving itself in her memory.]

Hey, you know a guy by the name of Ky Kiske?
bejustorbedead: (A gentle smile)

[personal profile] bejustorbedead 2019-11-22 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
[The man's brows shot up at that, before a chuffing laughter comes out]

I'd believe I would know him quite better than most. You are speaking to him - Ky Alard de Kiske, current Grand Master of the French Chapter of the Poor Fellow-Soldiers of Christ and of the Temple of Solomon.

[A beat]

Most shorten it to the Templars for obvious reasons.
nor_iron_bars: And in my soul am free (No that ain't your style)

[personal profile] nor_iron_bars 2019-11-22 04:39 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, that sounds like it'd be a real bitch to fit on a business card.

[Casual as she is, the answer's definitely got her... not worried, exactly, but recalibrating exactly what kind of fuckery they've currently landed themselves in.]

[Sure, he could just be lying, or happen to have the same name... but honestly, considering the circumstances, she doubts it. After all, the incident with Wist was ample proof that multiple aspects of the same person could be wandering around simultaneously.]


'Course, it does raise some questions- 'cause the last time I talked to that guy was half an hour ago, and he looked a lot younger than you do. So we're definitely into the weird shit.