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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?
improbablenotimpossible: (A pretty face pity the base is inhuman)

OTA

[personal profile] improbablenotimpossible 2019-11-12 05:57 am (UTC)(link)
A - “I trust that age doth not wither nor custom stale my infinite variety.”

As the fog roils around, one figure seem to be walking through it as though he was perfectly at home, his long legs letting him cross the smoky landscapes easily, his brown ulster coat fluttering in the wind as long, pale fingers reaches to light a pipe. His gray eyes darted around, bright and curious though his lips pursed slightly in concentration - quickly approaching anyone he finds, inquiring if they are in need of assistance. Despite the strangeness of the situation, 'Mr. Bell' seems quite confidant and nonchalant about the whole thing.

B - “Where there is no imagination there is no horror.” (CW: Stockholm Syndrome, abuse, etc could be mentioned, will warn more if situation arises)

While elsewhere in the mirror's dark landscape is another colorless figure that seem like he would blend in with the light of the moon, despite the dark black velvet cloak and suit that is about three centuries out of step. His listless, reddish eyes scanning around, as he held himself ramrod straight with the stiffness of a cat that is aware of a wolf nearby but is uncertain as to where it is - as well as the taut tension of the same cat that knows a mouse is also nearby.

C. "“Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent.”

[Aka wildcard prompt if you want the real one, or some Sherlock vs Sherlock nonsense]
fireindreams: (♪ 'Cause I'm walking through)

Grimm | OTA

[personal profile] fireindreams 2019-11-12 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
A - Send the fire down

[In the fog, in the darkness, is simultaneously the past and future.

Grimm knows who he sees the moment they walk out of the color. A teenager wearing an old hoodie too big for him, tattered jeans and messy black hair. By the time that Grimm had met his predecessor, he had been lucky enough to find shoes that fit. And that is what this is.

Alderic Lavoie. Eyes that no longer glowed with the power of the Troupe Master but still touched by the long, long nightmare. A vampire with no memory of what he became nor has achieved. Forgotten, the Ritual complete. The child grown with love and memory.

And an envelope in hand, his own memories written down. Grimm passing on into history in his own way.

He knows what his reflection asks of him but in turn asks for some time. And so the reflection of what was and will be wanders. There may be some recognition in Alderic's eyes when he approaches others, there may not be. But he has a letter and some pictures.]


...excuse me? Can I ask you something?


B -The sun consumes the ground

[When the colors break, what comes next is an explosion of red and heat.

Flames dance wildly and unpredictably, a chaotic mess that forces people away least they get burned. Strangely there seems to be no actual source for these flames beyond the madness. It whips at those who come close, attacking anyone and everything even if there's nothing there for it to fight.

And a voice on the wind.]


Go...away...go away...


[ooc: Prompt A's Grimm is him post-ritual, meaning Alderic has lost his memory of Daybreak and his CR. He'll have vague knowledge of people, but if it has to do with the Grimm Troupe then he won't remember. As a warning, those who tag into Prompt B will be attacked on the spot.]
fullthrottleammy: (Default)

Okami Amaterasu | OTA

[personal profile] fullthrottleammy 2019-11-12 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
A -The rising of the Sun

[The figure that emerges from the fog looks rather like Amaterasu, except... more. Her Divine Markings are more complicated and she practically glows with godly energy. She turns to whoever just discovered her and give a kind smile.]

Oh, hello. Would you like some company? It probably gets awful boring wandering this fog alone.

B -The emergence of the Furball

[Alternatively, you could encounter a white wolf running around without a care in the world. The moment she lays eyes on someone, a twinkle of mischief shines in her eyes. I hope you're prepared to be drenched, scorched, frozen, electrocuted, exploded, covered in ink, or any number of mostly harmless pranks.]

C -Okami!

[Wildcard! Go here for the real Ammy or general shenanigans.]
Edited 2019-11-12 06:33 (UTC)
spelleton: and i don't want to leave (☀ i was born on the lake)

A

[personal profile] spelleton 2019-11-12 09:21 am (UTC)(link)
...Certainly. [ He's nothing if not polite, even if he's not sure what all this darkness means yet. ] How can I be of service?
hattersgonnahat: (Oops)

A

[personal profile] hattersgonnahat 2019-11-12 10:36 am (UTC)(link)
[The fog was making Puella feel pretty uneasy to traverse. Though the last thing she would have guessed coming out of the fog was a literal sun goddess. The two and two don't exactly go together.] Pretty...

[She hurries closer to see her. The light was much better than walking through the fog in the dark, and it was much brighter than her own Radiance.]

Do you know how to get out?
trademark_skull: (Crossing the line)

Emizel | OTA

[personal profile] trademark_skull 2019-11-12 11:31 am (UTC)(link)
[A - Best...Self?]

[The Son of Hugo, the Death King, meant Emizel had a long reputation to live up to. And a legacy that he would eventually have to inherit. But someday, he was going to get there, and a new rein of terror would have to begin. Maybe just after humanity got over the threat of Nightfall.]

[Sometimes it was an older form of Emizel, resembling a bit closer to his father. Other times he just took on a more twisted version of his daemon form and attacked the first other living thing he saw. There doesn't seem to be too much discretion on who or what he chooses to lash out at. Though they might get at least one warning shot first, if they want to at least try to run.]



[B - Diary of a Wimpy Daemon]

[On the other side of the fog void lied a very tiny reaper child - no older than five or six by human comparison - who was doing their best to hide from everything, while on the constant search to find home...or find someone. Maybe the child had only been there for a short while, but somehow, he felt as though he had been searching for hours. Days even.]

I can't...I can't do it. I just can't. [He collapses on the wasteland floor and just starts sobbing. Not even thinking that his outburst was going to drive danger towards him. He startles himself when he spots a figure approaching.]

N-no, stay back!! [Scrambled on the dusty ground to get back up. His wings were too small to carry him yet, but he tries flapping them anyway to gain speed, or altitude, whichever needed to escape from the stranger that probably came here to hunt him down.]
Edited 2019-11-12 11:34 (UTC)
fireindreams: (♪ They climb under their covers)

[personal profile] fireindreams 2019-11-12 05:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[Right, the letter said he was polite. Maybe...?]

Are you Ekkehardt Gehring? This person?

[He holds up a few pictures that came with the letter. One is, unsurprisingly, the picture of Grimm and Ekkehardt's terrible adventure in ugly sweaters but there's a few others even if Ekkehardt himself probably won't recognize when they were taken.

It's been quite some time, after all.]


This letter says you can answer a lot of questions I might have.
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rover | ota

[personal profile] synthsized 2019-11-12 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
a robot may not injure a human
[The fog is thick and heavy, and that's...well. It's certainly atmospheric. There's a figure in the distance, and it seems to be getting closer. It's not moving with any sort of purpose - it seems to just be wandering - and then its course changes and it starts getting closer.

Eventually, Rover appears through the fog, a concerned look on their face.]


Are you alright? It's not safe out here.

[They...might have learned this the hard way.

But they want to help. Protect and serve, that's the name of the game. They're someone who helps, they're someone who wants to help. They were given the gift of choice and they've decided that helping those that aren't as strong, aren't as durable, as them is what they were meant to do.

And they're happy with that.]


a robot must obey orders
Okay, what the fuck?

[Rover stands in the fog, looking around. This is...bizarre! It's strange! They don't like it very much! They especially don't like that they're face to face with themself, and theirself is looking at them like they're disappointed.]

It's okay. It's just me.

[Pbbt. What does that even mean?]

Like hell it's just you! This is some bullshit, you know, I'm not supposed to deal with this crazy magic nonsense.

[They will...stand there and bitch out their mirror unless somebody stops them.]

a robot must protect its own existence
[In the distance there seems to be a building - a little more than three stories high, looking a bit like a tower. But as you get closer to it, it seems to disappear. Shrinking, compressing, twisting down into the fog.

When you get to where it was, Rover is standing there, eyeing you blankly. It seems...tense.]


State your intent.

[Its voice is cold, harsh, and its eyes are unblinking. It seems prepared for confrontation, if the way its holding itself is any indication.]

wildcard;
[go nuts fam]
conquerorofwaves: (Shameless flirt)

Sinbad | OTA

[personal profile] conquerorofwaves 2019-11-12 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)
A

It's extremely hard to miss the teenager laying on his stomach in the smoke and fog of the wasteland - for he is large enough to comfortably hold a horse in the palm of his azure-blue hands, sprawling on the ground. blue-violet hair cascaded like waterfalls around his shoulders, framing the back-curving horns and his golden eyes - including the third one in the middle of his forehead. His face was still recognizable as a recent transfer student by the name of Sinbad despite all the changes.

Countless pieces of jewelry jingled with the slightest of movements as they glint in the dim light, as his lips curled into a smile. "O lost soul in the smoke and ash... pfthahaha!" The laughter bubbled from his throat. "Let's be real, you're not here for flowery speeches, you want something and I'm the sort of being who can provide it - within limits, of course. Now the question is, what do you want and how badly do you want it?"
Edited 2019-11-12 17:57 (UTC)
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hieke | ota

[personal profile] inflictwounds 2019-11-12 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)
healing word;
[He stands out in the fog, what with the way his eyes glow in the darkness. It's not intentional, of course - and he'd hate to spook someone. Still, he's wandering, trying to find a way out.

He's not in any rush, though, and when he sees he's not alone he smiles. It's a strange look on Hieke's face - the nurse doesn't smile very often at all - but he seems at peace.]


Are you lost, too?

[He laughs, sheepish.]

This place is more confusing then you'd think, considering it's just fog.

toll the dead;
[Well, well, well. What have we here? A little mouse, lost in the fog.

Hieke crosses his arms over his chest, an unimpressed look on his face. After a moment, he smirks.]


You want out of here, don't you?

[Who wouldn't? This place is terrible.]

I can help you.

[Though whether or not you want that help is another thing entirely.]

wildcard;
[come @ me]
fullthrottleammy: (Default)

[personal profile] fullthrottleammy 2019-11-12 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm afraid not, not even Galestorm will clear this fog. It's not a Cursed Zone, but there doesn't seem to be anything I can do at the moment other than attempt to find the source.
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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!"
arcadianvampire: (Not Always Nice)

A

[personal profile] arcadianvampire 2019-11-12 06:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[The mists that swirled throughout this world were mysterious, and could dull the senses of the unwary. But "unwary" usually didn't describe daemons, much less Valvatorez, and the warning shot of powerful magic aimed at him wasn't unnoticed. In fact, he simply stood still as it exploded nearby, the force sending his cape billowing in the wind. He turned to face the source, slowly, faced with the more humanoid Emizel...

Taller, more imposing than the one he knew. More charismatic too; at least with his mouth shut. Truly, this was a daemon that took after his father... though his gravitas was pointedly different too. As was his favored method of sending a message; Hugo always did have more of a penchant for melee combat over magic. Not that he wasn't an accomplished caster as well.

Still, Valvatorez smiled at the shadow of his student. Whether it was one of pride or one of threat was hard to ascertain.]


Not bad. I've always appreciated a flair for the theatrical. But there are better ways of getting my attention, lad.
arcadianvampire: (Surprise)

A

[personal profile] arcadianvampire 2019-11-12 07:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[For all the gloom the mist and fog brought over this land, Valvatorez wasn't particularly bothered by it. Honestly, he was almost right at home in it, so he did not feel much concern waltzing right through it.

No, what made him stop was the rays of radiant light that began to pierce through it nearby. A warm, powerful, divine light that would normally be anathema to most daemons. Yet, as Amaterasu, or perhaps, the even more divine Amaterasu walked through the fog and into his presence, the daemon stopped in his tracks, agog at her very presence.

Of course, he was acquainted with Amaterasu to begin with, so this was not out of left field, but even he felt... almost humbled, by that divine presence. Seeing the sun goddess be even more was... well, quite a lot.

After but a moment, the daemon regained his lost composure and nodded back to her.]


Amaterasu... I wouldn't mind company, thank you. Though "boring" is not what I would call these mists, with what I have seen so far.
fullthrottleammy: (Default)

[personal profile] fullthrottleammy 2019-11-12 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Yes, I suppose not if you've been running into these... aspects often. Speaking of, I'm fairly certain that I'm one myself. A memory of bygone days, the height of my power and influence. As such, please call me Shiranui for now.
trademark_skull: (Does not want)

[personal profile] trademark_skull 2019-11-12 07:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[Maybe he should have actually tried hitting him. It was a Tyrant he was dealing with after all. The only one that could have bested his father and actually opposed much of a threat. Perhaps even through the bloodlust he should actually try to be a little careful.] Oh really?

[What exactly was the traitor going on about?] And what would that be?
hattersgonnahat: (Yesss)

Toll, I'm terrible

[personal profile] hattersgonnahat 2019-11-12 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Hieke! [Finally, someone else she knew in this weird, dark place.] You know out?

[Yes, do tell.]
shockingblue: (Pensive)

B

[personal profile] shockingblue 2019-11-12 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[Gunvolt wandered through the fog, his weapon drawn and stepping through it cautiously, as though he might be attacked at any time. Separated from Desidera and the Monarch AI in their room, GV was concerned about what was going on.

Until he heard a child crying, that was. He holstered his weapon and approached the source of the sound, concerned that there was a kid scared and lost in the mists. He couldn't just leave that alone. As he drew closer, Emizel would clearly see him. A young man clad in what was pretty clearly combat gear; runed for protection and an aura of powerful magic and radiance practically surrounded him.

When the child cried out for him to stay back, GV halted in his tracks, and watched as the boy... with wings, daemon wings, tried in vain to take flight and flee. ...He was scared. Of him? Or of being alone? Or both? It didn't matter.

GV kept a bit of distance, but kneeled down a bit and rested a hand on his own knee.]


I'm not going to hurt you. Are you lost in here too?
arcadianvampire: (Dark Profile)

[personal profile] arcadianvampire 2019-11-12 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Saying my name, for one. Or extending a greeting. Or even just clearing your throat.

[Manners of daemons these days... ...well, that wasn't entirely true, Emizel did actually make quite an appropriately dramatic introduction so he couldn't even be too mad about it.]

...Nevertheless. You are looking quite... different, than I am used to seeing you, lad. Like you're spoiling for a real battle.
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?"
arcadianvampire: (Neutral)

[personal profile] arcadianvampire 2019-11-12 08:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Valvatorez blinked once, out of surprise, more than anything. He hadn't really seen a sense of self-awareness out of these encounters yet, but... frankly, it was quite refreshing.]

Ah, very well. If that is what you prefer, Shiranui. [He actually relaxes a bit further, before continuing his walking pace alongside her.] ...A memory of bygone days. That... [He pauses and shakes his head.] I should not presume to fully understand, though... I at least have some experience with that.

...Hopefully my own memory of bygone days does not walk in this mist as well.
fullthrottleammy: (Default)

[personal profile] fullthrottleammy 2019-11-12 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
...From what I've been able to tell, this area splits people into three. Their best possible self, their worst possible self, and their true self. It's best to assume that whatever you consider yourself at your lowest is wandering in this fog as well.
arcadianvampire: (Dark Profile)

[personal profile] arcadianvampire 2019-11-12 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
All the more reason to hope it is not here. ...I doubt anyone will be safe from me at my worst.

[There's a sort of rueful bitterness to that. Knowing and acknowledging that part of him existed, even though he had long since accepted it as real. But who better to know exactly how dangerous it could be?]

A Tyrant off the leash and red-eyed with rage and grief would prove nigh-unstoppable.
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ota, always cw: cursing

[personal profile] deuteranope 2019-11-12 09:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ a - another one. ] (cw: blood)

[Man. First mission he goes on in what feels like ages, and of course something wild fucking happens. He really pretty sure this has absolutely nothing to do with him coming along, or the fact that he maybe strayed from the main objective a little to retrieve a souvenir from the Outlands, but it's an insult to injury at this point. When his finally feels like he can get up without his head splitting apart, Maverick pushing himself up onto his knees and looks around through squinted eyes. And feels himself go cold.

His eyes have landed on a little boy, same fluff of brushed out orange curls, same skinny little limbs, same too-pale complexion.]


This shit again? God, fucking… Hey! Ricky, it's me, you remember me?

[The younger version of himself shrinks away a little, blinking up through wide, almost glassy eyes...but eventually he nods, much to Maverick’s relief. Being a familiar face would make it a lot easier to get the kid to follow him around like a baby duck, the same way he used to follow Ramona around, back in the day.]

Good. Great, that's… Listen, we gotta --

[But he's cut off from whatever he was going to say, because when he reaches to put an arm on Ricky’s shoulder, there's a flash of fangs and the kid is latched onto him in a way that wasn't exactly expected, to say the least. Swearing loudly and feeling his chest tighten, Maverick tries wrenching his arm away. It didn't matter that the wound was opening more, he needed this thing off, he needed to get away.

Even as a child, Ricky is stronger than he is, thanks to vampiric strength and years of learning to utilize that strength, but eventually Maverick manages to get his foot between them. That Rex might be a weirdo, but he makes some damn fine boots made both to absorb impact and to propel him forth -- which he makes use of by smacking the kid right in the neck with his heel and its added magical force.

His arm is covered in blood, and he realizes that his rapidly thumping heart wasn't doing him any favors there, but for the time being the adrenaline is still good. It gets him to scramble back to his feet and get the fuck out of there. If only he had somewhere else to…go.]


[ b - baby boy, baby. ] (cw: blood)

[Ricky resists the urge to lick his lips clean, instead dragging himself up and spreading the mess further -- up, so it looks as if the blood might have been coming from his nose. Poor him, just a young boy wandering the misty area, injured and alone. Crying, of course. He'd gotten very good at crying in a way that was convincing. It was always an easy way to lure in prey, looking as he did.

That other version of him, weirdly human, had been meant to be a nice snack, but then he'd gone and worked up his appetite instead. Oh well. Someone else would come to “help”.]


[ c - caution to the fog. ]

[There’s a third Maverick, though this one doesn't seem intent on getting anywhere or doing anything in particular. He’s just keeping himself, humming, and conducting the smoke resting heavily around him so that they swirl into a little misty weasel. It zips around, making him laugh a little, but eventually he takes to looking around instead.]

Guess I don't need to wear it here, huh? [Speaking to the weasel, probably, since he glances over while tipping the brim of his beat up witch hat, pinned with ornamentation and draped with hanging lace.] No sun or nothing.

[When approached by someone he knows -- or rather, someone that knows Maverick -- this Maverick lights up and gives them an odd sort of salute in invitation. Even those he doesn't know get a wide, cheery…fangy grin.]

[ d - obligatory give me the d joke. ]

[This is just a wildcard prompt, plurk is [plurk.com profile] goblinhood.]

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