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Post by posy-punch on Jun 29, 2018 19:05:59 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Talori Plot 604: Siren's Song Team Leader: Dawson Participants: Krein, Ashwin, Agnes Please keep the following in mind!- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'DPrompt: It was not in your plans for the day to visit the beach, but when you catch a sing-song voice that feels both inherently familiar and completely strange at the same time, you quickly redirect your path. You find yourself alongside three others, all seemingly called from their normal life to follow the voice to the shallows of the ocean. Location: The beaches surrounding the Great Aquorian Sea. Time of Day: Sunrise Current Weather: Cloudy You do not have to wait for your leader to post!
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Post by posy-punch on Jul 1, 2018 11:31:28 GMT -6
While life hadn’t quite gotten back to normal for the Talorians, Dawson took it in stride, for his family had been reunited against the odds. Belle and Dawson’s mother had survived all the fighting, from the imprisonment to the explosions; they’d all survived. Once the dust had settled, the family had miraculously found one another, with the addition of the kirin that Dawson and Belle had unwittingly brought into the fold of their family.
Needless to say, since they’d been separated for the entirety of the battle, once Cinnamon got ahold of her children, she rarely let them out of her sight, and took to hovering over them, thankfully Dawson to a lesser extent since he was older, but it was still too much at times. There were days when Dawson would have to forcefully, though kindly, tell his mother that they were safe now, and that they were all going to be fine. Relatively speaking, the family had come out unscathed.
This morning, Dawson had a niggling feeling in the pit of his stomach that he should visit the beach. It wasn’t a normal thought for the teen, for he was normally diligent about working on his gardens, but there was a sound, a voice that seemed to call to him, beckoning him to the water. The sun had yet to crest the horizon, but it was lightening the sky with a rainbow of pinks and purples, signalling that it’d be up soon. The clouds were brightening as well, and Dawson could tell it was going to be a nice mild day for Inaria. There were some dark, thick clouds over the wilds, dampening the cheerful horizon, but they were far enough away that the Agriculturist wasn’t concerned.
The trek to the beach was a well traveled one, and Dawson knew it like he knew his own coat. This time however, he was going with Krein. The kirin had been up unusually early, normally he rose with the sun, but for reasons unknown to Dawson, he was already up for the day. It seemed both stallions had heard the same voice, and while Dawson should probably feel cautious, the enigma that was the singing voice seemed so very familiar, even if he couldn’t place it. He had to know. As their hooves sunk into the sand on the beach, Dawson saw there were two others that were called to the beach as well. His curiosity peaked.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Jul 2, 2018 10:10:38 GMT -6
Ashwin | Post One
The Tenderfoot's hooves sank deep into the sand as he walked along the shore, blissfully unaware of his surroundings as he marched ever onward. Although he was normally bright and alert, if not hidden behind the curtain of hair that made up his long, thick black mane, today he seemed to be completely overcome by some strange, magical, inexplicable force that carried him ever-forward to the sea. Ashwin's day had begun regularly enough - waking up to the sounds of his two new siblings...how odd it was that he could say that now. He had siblings...and parents who hadn't decided to abandon him when he turned out to be something other than what they were expecting of him. He'd awoken to Owain, actually, as his older sister - Moree - was on a venture to Sedo in order to help out with the wounded Seroran horses. Ashwin thought it was brave of her to trek across the dry, waterless wasteland in order to help horses who weren't even from her herd. But regardless of where Moree was, Ashwin's thoughts had quickly become occupied by a voice that seemed to emanate from the back of his mind. It seemed perfectly familiar, despite the fact that he had never before heard the sultry singer in his life.
Despite the warning signs, he had found himself mindlessly following the call, until he arrived on the seashore, where he was now trekking towards the forms of three other horses, none of whom he could say that he was acquainted with. As he came to a halt, beside another stallion, he found his gray-blue eyes studying everything around him, while his mind was still wrapped up in the ghostly song. He could see what was in front of him, but as far as comprehending it went, it was a struggle to think around the voice, which seemed even stronger now that he had reached the shore.
Turning to Dawson, he blinked slowly, as if trying to remember something important. Then, with some effort, he spoke. "Hello?" he called out, his voice unsteady and squeaky. He hated how it betrayed him, so light and feminine as it was. It contradicted his wide-legged stance, and his almost-trying-too-hard masculinity. But there was little he could do, except pray that the other horses wouldn't mistake him for a mare, despite his looks.
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Post by houndflash on Jul 2, 2018 11:04:41 GMT -6
Krein|Talori|Philosopher
The sun as only just rising as Krein followed Dawson to the accursed area where the sea met the land, to where there was some entity calling out to him though what seemed to be his very soul, calling him to a place that Krein would very much appreciate NOT going to, thank you very much.
The morning had started out simple enough, if it wasn't for the early morning wake up call from the mysterious voice anyways. While he wasn't normally up before Iganico's sun rose above the horizon, when he did his morning prayers to the distant god, he couldn't say that he didn't like the extra time to get his small room ready for the day. Though the voice that seemed to have been calling him over powered his meager attempts of cleaning, and eventually the kirin started heading towards where the voice was calling him towards, grabbing one of his notebooks and a piece of charcoal to write with on his way out. What ever this was caused by needed to be properly documented so it could be studied later.
Thankfully Krein wasn't alone in this call, as it Dawson joined him shortly before leaving the house, going the same direction that Krein was. Further investigation revealed that Dawson had been getting the same pull towards the beach, with the same voice calling him there, which caused Krein to cross out that this was some entity attempting to call together kirins that were out in this Ignacio forsaken jungle-ocean land.
As they arrived closer, they were joined by other horses, well more like two kindlings, a common and a flyer, who Krein could only assume they heard the voice too. That only left out the Horns, if the voice was calling out to one of each kind of species, or perhaps they were just calling out into the night, casting a net into the ocean and seeing whom would respond to the call. One of the kindlings let out a squeaky "hello", possibly hoping the voice would respond. Which, as much as Krein wanted to call such an idea childish, was a better plan than he had at the moment, which was just wait and see.
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Post by arlybarlywartek on Jul 7, 2018 16:32:40 GMT -6
Agnes was busy throwing herself around on the sandy shores, tossing and kicking the sand around violently. Her dad had left her on her own and actually- It was quite annoying!! She groaned loudly, whipping her small tail erratically and throwing her head around making loud, frustrated noises. "BAH!" "PFT!" "BUH!"
Agnes yelled loudly.
"STOP YOUR DUMB SINGING!" She could hear it ringing in her ears, it was gentle but- ANNOYING ENOUGH! Lulling over and over, her head was rocking back and forth before she shook it abruptly.
There were other horses!
"HEY!" She barked, marching up to Krein. "Reptile face! Why is the voice so annoying! You're scary, why don'tcha stop it?" It was less of a suggestion or question...But more of a command. Agnes stomped her foot and looked over at her shoulder as more horses came together. She grumbled, huffing so loudly that her shoulders followed her breath. "Why is everyone here!" She called out, bounding as if to summon them all to her-- What a brat.
"Can you all hear it too?"
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Post by gone-astrayy on Jul 11, 2018 2:26:47 GMT -6
Dawson | Agriculturist
Dawson blinked in confusion as one of the others marched over towards Krein and demanded he stop the voice, in a not so kindly fashion. Dawson wasn't sure he knew the mare, so wasn't sure if this was how she always acted, or if the voice was affecting her differently. For his part, Dawson simply felt a compelling calm, a silent surety that he was needed, that this was where he was supposed to be. Or well, on the way to where he was supposed to be heading. The beach was not his, or their final destination if they were all hearing the same singing voice. It beckoned him further down the beach, and he didn't know if the others would follow or not, but he had to know what- or who- was calling to him. His feathered hooves sunk into the damp sand as he began to try finding where the voice was coming from.
The walk took him down the beach to a cove, secluded and cut off from the rest of the beach. Cliffs, tall and imposing limited his view of anything else, it was as if the very beach itself was leading him to where the voice wanted. What was there, what was so important to this enchanting voice that it called the four of them to such a secluded destination? Would the others be willing to make the trek through the water? While it was no big feat for himself, he knew for a fact that Krein had a strong aversion to the water, and he was unsure of the two younger horses swimming abilities, or their comfort in the whole situation. The loud Pegasus child seemed spooked, or annoyed by the voice, so perhaps she would not heed the sweet voice, and turn back. If they were to go though, they'd have to go together, it was the safest way.
"Are you three going to join me? I understand if you are too scared to make the venture, or apprehensive, but whatever it is calls to me, calls to my heart. I must know what it wants."
Word count: 353
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Post by houndflash on Jul 12, 2018 11:55:14 GMT -6
Krein|Talori|Philosopher
Krein glared as the winged kindling basically stormed up and declared that Krein put a stop to the noise, calling him 'reptile face' of all insults, and then calling him scary. Of all the insults that he had received since his fiery rebirth, this had to be the most insulting, and of a child nonetheless! And that fish horse demon caller of plants basically ignored said slight against his glory and instead insulted him more by insisting that Krein, a child of the Great Sun Ignacio, go into the water. This group seemed to only be willing to insult his glory at every turn. But Krein would prove that Kirins are the most perfect of equines for a reason and would not fall to their follies and insults.
"Child," His voice came out uncharacteristically low for the light scaled kirin, "I have no control over this voice, and I doubt my presence would frighten a being that seems not have eyes." Asides, if anything, if this was a voice of cultured backing, his presence might only strengthen it. "And you make this trek, Dawson," He paused, obviously making a small show at remembering Dawson's name and showing his distaste to the ideal that the hippocampus suggested, his feet even starting to glisten with uncontrolled frost from his "blessing" from the Wave Mother, "I have no query with this presence enough to risk my life in Cascade's hellscape that is the water, as you know I lack the proper abilities to progress through the ocean except in the most shallow of conditions."
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(Krein loves all of you, he just has a hard time showing it, and a built in thesaurus...) |
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Post by arlybarlywartek on Jul 14, 2018 17:19:05 GMT -6
Agnes snapped her head round at Dawson, squinting at him. <i> Challenging him. </I> HOW DARE HE. How dARE- Agnes whipped her head back towards Krein, almost stammering.
".....What did you just say? You were like a book! I'm just going to assume you agree that I'm right and it's your fault---" She flicked one long ear in Dawson's direction.
"BUT THIS GUY!" She yelled loudly, throwing her little weight and unfolding her wings in a grand(dumb) childish display. Agnes pawed at the ground before yelling as she charged forwards, past Dawson with her head thrown to the sky.
"YOUR HEART IS DUMB. YOU'RE ALL DUMB! LET US GO FIND IT OR I WILL BLAME YOU FOR RUINING MY FUN!" She screeched, heading for the entrance of the cove. She wouldn't get far, for she fell over the first hurdle- Rocks. She hadn't seen the rocks jutting from the sand and stumbled right over them. Agnes let out a loud wail, refusing to let the graze on her knees disrupt her loud attitude. Agnes sucked in a sharp breath, puffing up her cheeks and holding her breath as she rushed back towards Krein. She placed herself behind him as the group would follow Dawson- Deciding it's best to hide behind lizard butt. Face. Sorry. Face....Not butt...Hehe.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Jul 15, 2018 19:19:55 GMT -6
Ashwin | Post Two
Screaming. Childish and annoying; it made the black snowflake appaloosa's ears pin back automatically, and his teeth bare thoughtlessly. But still, he could hear the sound of the mysterious singer continue, the notes floating above the pitched argument between Agnes and Krein. Shaking his head and snorting, the black colt turned his attention to Dawson, who seemed to be intent on discovering the source of the mysterious singer's eerie tune. "If you two will stop bickering, perhaps we can find out something," he snarled, his voice as deep as he could make it - which caused him to sound throaty and gnarled when he spoke. They seemed to have the same idea, as the pair headed off after Dawson, Agnes catching herself on the jutting rocks and crying out, before hiding behind Krein.
Around him, the rocks loomed, threatening almost as they curved over the group, darkening the sky with their shadows. Ashwin's ears swiveled from side to side, and he felt his hooves sink into the deep, damp sand as they began their descent into the cove. What they would uncover there, the black colt wondered. Whatever it was, they would find out soon enough.
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Post by gone-astrayy on Jul 21, 2018 2:20:21 GMT -6
Dawson | Agriculturist
Dawson winced as the Pegasus yelled at him, her line of thinking was something he definitely couldn't reason with. He watched, baffled, as the mare charged forward, stepping angrily into the water before tripping over a rock. After she back peddled away from the water, Dawson shook his head lightly and began wading into the water. If she and Krein didn't want to go, they were more than welcome to stay. Flipping his fins dismissively, the agriculturist felt the water rising up and meeting his belly. Under normal circumstances, he'd just let his fins take over and he'd swim. This time though, he kept his legs, figuring Krein might be more inclined to follow if he saw that it was possible to make it there without needing fins.
The closer to the beach he got, the louder and clearer the singing sounded. The black colt had followed him it seemed, and together they made their way to their final destination. The cliffs rose high around them, and once they had rounded the one side, Dawson realized this cove really was hidden from the rest of the beach. His legs paddled rhythmically as he kept his determined pace.
Soon enough, his hooves dug into sand once more, and he pulled himself from the water, mane dripping with water. As soon as his body left the tides, the voice in his head stopped, the sudden silence causing an empty feeling to take over for half a second.
And then the pain started.
Throbbing, squeezing, stabbing, a headache like he'd never before experienced slammed into him, causing him to cry out. The acute pain caused him to stumble, and though he could tell he was not physically injured, the pain seemed to shock him to his very core. If his eyes weren't squeezed against the pain, he'd look around to see if the others were experiencing the same feeling, or if it was just him.
Word count: 322
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Post by houndflash on Jul 22, 2018 11:20:12 GMT -6
Krein|Talori|Philosopher
Krein almost sneered as the winged child basically filled the air with it's annoying cries as it attempted a poorly worded compliment at best, and an absolute disgrace of an insult at worst, towards him. He had heard from some of the other equines at the library in Inaria, as well as Cinnamon's own shy words, about the "lack of cultured" equines that were pegasi. "Always resorts to violence before words." They had told him. "Basically incapable of understanding the beauty of Cascade." Another had said, mostly in quieted whispers that filled the library as many had also said their goddess condemned their own views. And previous to this excursion, Krein had all but brushed the opinion aside, believing it nothing more than lesser beings wishing to promote their own self-worth by creating false pretenses. But the more this child opened their mouth, Krein started to have the thought that mayhap there was but a grain of truth in their ideology, as children were naught yet shaped by the culture that surrounded them, a true window into the instinct of their kind.
Krein was almost so distracted in his own thoughts, he almost missed Daw-.... he meant the fish horse, leaving the shore line and heading out into the waters, as well as the winged child hiding behind one of his legs, for Ignacio knows what reason. Krein suppressed an eye roll before stepping after him, utilizing his "blessing" from Cascade to freeze the water beneath his hooves so he wouldn't need touch the water, then allowing it to melt behind him. If the winged child wanted to come along and not touch the water, well it had wings for a reason, Krein reasoned as the followed the other two into the unknown.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Jul 22, 2018 20:32:10 GMT -6
Ashwin | Post Three
As Ashwin followed Dawson deeper and deeper into the recesses, he wondered what the mysterious voice was hoping to achieve by bringing the horses together like this. The spotted colt twisted his head this way and that as he searched for the source of the mystical singing, to no avail. Sighing, he trod his way through the shallows, arriving on the other side with mane and tail dripping wet from where they had dragged through the water. He wished that he could cut them short, like many of the stallions he saw around him, but until he'd been rejected from his home, he'd had to live like a perfect little lady, which included having perfectly long, coiffed mane and tail at all times. He hated having his hair messed with, though he'd grown attached to the length of it, and now simply let it drag along the ground.
Before he could consider his dripping wet hair any farther, something changed suddenly, and violently. A splitting, nay an earth shattering pain erupted between the colt's ears, sending him staggering back, ears pinned tightly to his head. When he regained enough consciousness to make up a thought of his own, he groaned, then spat out a surprised, "What the f-" before collapsing to his knees as another wave of pain overtook him.
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Post by posy-punch on Jul 27, 2018 22:21:42 GMT -6
LET HER SING YOUR SINS
The pain you feel as soon as you have set foot on that hidden beach is enough to bring some of you to your knees. There isn't anyone amongst you that doesn't want this horrible sound to stop. What was previously a soft lullaby became an otherworldly screech. You can feel Her anger, Her disappointment, Her sadness. As quickly as the song had crescendoed, it now receded, like the tide. It is once again a soft croon, a promise. If the verse before had sung of anger, disappointment, and sadness, this one is a promise of rebirth, reconciliation, and of change. You had closed your eyes, a reflex when you had heard that first noise and felt that pain. Now when you open them you are no longer standing on the beach. You are alone in this vision, but She wants you to see and understand what Talori was and what it can be. "Tradition is beautiful." Her voice is soft, a melody of different sounds. You are shown a city, a glittering pinnacle of Talori tradition. You walk up the steps of the Underwater Temple. Here She feels ancient even if the Temple itself feels timeless. You stop and look inside. As you gaze in wonder, the Temple is split in two, a huge fissure opening beneath your hooves. The statue of Cascade stood in front of three symbolic pillars crumbles. It has been weathered with age and cannot survive the distress the fissure puts on it. The three pillars crack but remain standing. The vision changes. This time you are standing on a cliff. "Tradition is beautiful." She repeats. You look around you. The majority of the faces are happy, elated, and celebratory. Your heart is filled with pride and joy. As soon as that feeling comes, however, it twists. You meet the tearful eyes of someone in the crowds. "But it can be tortuous." She seems to pause. "A mother and father." The parents are not smiling, but they are not causing a scene. The eyes tell you all you need to know. Their pain is palpable. You cannot feel the blade pass through your wings, but you do see the sea and rocks rushing up to meet you as you fall from the edge. The vision changes again. This time the scene is of a family at the table. "Tradition is beautiful." You know now that what she shows you will not stay beautiful, but you bask in the comfort of the home for the time being. It is warm and it feels like family. Just as quickly, it sours. A fight seems to erupt and two horses, lovers, the vision supplies are thrown out from the table by what the vision tells them is one of their parents. Both mares are drenched by the rain outside. "But it can be twisted and made a weapon for hatred." You can feel the displeasure in Her voice. Both of the mares in the rain run to take shelter elsewhere, they and their tears disappearing down the street. The vision fades away and you are left on the beach again. In front of you in the sand is your own necklace of glass beads. On it, one shimmery, rainbow-like scale. "See to it that the Traditions of Time are upheaved and redefined."
Congratulations Plot 604! Your plot has reached completion. Feel free to post wrap up posts. You will be noted a .png file of the necklace you gained from this plot! It is merely an accessory, though! |
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Post by posy-punch on Aug 25, 2018 19:19:27 GMT -6
Your plot is complete! Stay tuned for a wrap-up journal!20 AP and 20 CS to all participants!
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