Event Log: June, What Lies Beneath

[faileas]

Event Log: June, What Lies Beneath

Down, Down, Down The group leaves on the morning of the 16th, a band consisting of Mirrorbound, Theodore and Sowilo from the Coven, and one of the two returned Wilders to lead the way. The latter three will only be present for the first leg of the journey: from the North Gate to the Northern Outpost by teleporter, then a few hours' hike to the site. A tunnel yawns open, fallen rocks built up around it in mounds. Everyone is offered enchanted lanterns to light the way, and their guide takes them perhaps a mile down before he and the pair from the Coven must part ways with the Mirrorbound. The poorly-lit tunnel leads steadily downward. The way is marked by their gracious hosts to be, with arrows drawn in softly-glowing algae painting the walls so there is no mistaking which way to go; a good thing, because the deeper the party goes, the more tunnels branch off of the largest one, twisting and turning into the dark. It takes some hours to reach a familiar cavern lit with algae and glowing crystals, a herd of the velvet wormipedes idly milling about the small lake and stream that led into town in the dream. Much nicer long boats are set up and waiting to take them deeper, along with respectfully quiet Monster guards to steer them. They take a slightly different route from the dream, but before long, they reach the curtain of grayish green moss that dangles down into the water, stretched across the wide tunnel exit like a membrane. It parts on its own as the boats pass, though beware if you are infected by the Cwyld - it will not allow passage, only reach out long, tough tendrils to try and envelop you, the touch of it burning acid-bright where it is harmless for those uninfected. Past the curtain of strange moss, the cavern city opens up before them, vast and spacious, dimly lit with more algae, crystals, and softly glowing orbs of magic. It's like being plunged into an eternal twilight, somehow soft, cast in gentle colors. The boats bypass the markets this time, drifting farther down a branching stream into the city proper, to dock next to stone platforms. The winding streets and flowing canals branch out all around them with no rhyme or reason, the city sprung up around the natural layout of the caverns rather than the other way around. Buildings are carved out of tall stone spires, the windows and doors covered in fluttering silk, many of which are pulled away so that fascinated locals can peer out at the scene unfolding. The Matriarch herself comes to greet the group, ringed at the back by spear-carrying guards, all Monsters. A tall, long-limbed Arachne woman bearing battle scars and stark white hair, she looks perhaps in her 30s, and speaks with a booming, commanding voice, amplified by a charm. As she speaks, ten Wilders are released from silk rope bonds and nudged to join the Mirrorbound; they're a little roughed up, perhaps, and shaken, but none are seriously injured. A few Monsters also make the rounds, placing copper tokens in the hands of ten individuals. "Welcome, travelers! This meeting was foretold and so it has come to pass. During your stay you will be treated as our honored guests. You may come and go as you please, but we ask that you use the same tunnel you entered through; we have not yet re-secured the other entrances from Cwyld nor the tribes. I would hate for danger to befall you while you are under my care." Her smile is wide, her eight eyes bright, and her teeth are very sharp. "We have prepared temporary residences for your use. I hope you will stay for the celebrations. I look forward to meeting with some of you very soon." Notably, she does not mention the surface where from the Mirrorbound came, and those around her do not ask.

I. The City The Mirrorbound receive mixed reactions from the Underground. Some are fascinated by these visitors personally invited by the Matriarch and allowed past the markets; others are wary and suspicious, believing them to be wolves in sheep's clothing. In the city proper, most passing Monsters are armed, but this doesn't seem to be anything new. Still, step cautiously - plenty do not take well to even unknowing offense and will pick a fight, or may see these guests as easy, weak targets to pickpocket or mug in the dark corners of the twisting streets. The guards only step in if things take a turn for the worse or if the fight is very obviously imbalanced - they step in more for Witches being attacked than Monsters, because they feel Witches require protection more. Still, not all are so unscrupulous: more citizens are delighted to talk, even if they still seem skeptical about a whole world up above. Mirrorbound, as guests of the Matriarch, are given nearly free run of the city, allowed to explore such locations as the marketplace, the library, the shops, the schools (the Arena for Monsters and the Academy for Witches), and the tunnels and caverns outside the protective moss barriers. The only places they (and most locals) are expressly barred from are the Matriarch's audience hall, the upper level of the library, and the guards' barracks. a. The Marketplace The marketplace is much larger than previously thought - it rings the entire city, and stalls spill onto the streets of the inner city as well in a lazy sprawl. There are some shops with actual buildings, but they're fewer and more expensive: alchemy and apothecary shops, a couple of restaurants, a weapons shop or two, nice clothing shops. Most, though, are independent merchants who set up and take down their stalls every day and night. Any number of Underground-sourced foods, clothing, weapons, trinkets, and more can be found at the stalls; they barter, or exchange chips of precious metals and gems, but they'll take cune coins with fascination. The marketplaces are the liveliest areas of the city with Monsters and Witches alike, from all walks of life, mingling and sharing gossip and idle talk. Those who lost items to the burrowing hyenas at the Northern Outpost some months ago should keep an eye out: the hyenas are fairly common down here, serving the roles of pets or working dogs for Underground citizens, and a few merchants deal in more interesting goods. The missing items can be found scattered across some stalls, and the merchants will gleefully tell perusers that these things come from the surface, aren't they fascinating? Don't you want to buy? Luckily, it shouldn't be too hard to get your things back. They'll take all manner of interesting trinkets in trade. b. Library The library is bound to be a popular stop. Monsters get some strange looks if they enter the spire just off the courtyard from the Academy, but they aren't barred from entry; most just feel that reading is for Witches. The building is only two levels - one closed off at the top, guards keeping everyone out, and the rest is just one very tall floor ringed with a spiral of platforms and stairs to access the honeycomb-shaped shelves built into the walls. All their books are written on scrolls of silk, and the librarians bark at patrons to be delicate with them, some are very old. If one has endless time, the scrolls can offer a look at life Underground: historical accounts of past Matriarchs, brave warriors and battles against nomadic tribes or hideous beasts, their history as they know it, scrolls on offensive and defensive magic for Witches, fighting techniques for Monsters, information on their unique flora and creatures that can be found outside the city, and even plenty of fiction - sword and sorcery novels all set in the tunnels and the city. It's just a bit difficult to find what, specifically, you're looking for, because if there's any kind of organization, it only makes sense to the deep-dwelling denizens. Maybe make it a team effort! You'll also need some simple translation spells, because their system of writing is quite different to the common system in Aefenglom; even then, it may not be accurate on older scrolls. c. The Guest Villa Those who choose to spend several days in the Underground are given modest accommodations in a tall stone building. These guest chambers boast gentle lighting, wide beds, backless sofas, potted decorative fungi, and stone furniture. It's... cozy, with humble individual rooms and larger common rooms for gathering. The algae grows in delicate patterns across the walls, pulsing in soft colors. They've gone out of their way to provide what comfort they can, but there aren't enough rooms for everyone to have their own - everyone will need to share with one or two others, so choose someone you can get along with.

II. The Tunnels Mirrorbound are not restricted only to the city. There are many entrances to the cavern where it resides, the openings all covered with sheets of that same gray-green moss; some wider tunnels obviously see more use than other, narrower ones, and the footpath of many Underground denizens is easy enough to trace, the stone worn smooth. The path to the velvet wormipede cavern is one of them; they're raised as livestock, all at once food, transportation, and producers of silk and hide for clothing. This is much the same as the dream. Another well-worn tunnel leads upward to an agricultural center, though, and still more lead out into the wild. They're warned, but not hindered, before they leave for anywhere other than the farms or the livestock cavern; dangers abound in the Underground. Those who do much wandering may notice something going on as well; the guards stationed at each tunnel mouth can often be found talking to each other in low voices about an unknown red algae that seems to be growing on the protective moss. It can be found primarily around the lesser-used tunnels so far, starkly bright against the dull green, and this seems to be a point of concern... a. A Botanist's Dream It's a short walk down a wide, inviting tunnel to reach the place where the city grows fungi and underground plants for food and medicine. Large rats and hyenas both are present to keep opportunist creatures and insects from demolishing the carefully-cultivated beds of rock and soil, and small blind fish swim about in the large pool of shallow water, in which grows something like seaweed. One of their primary sources of food, besides bug and rat, are mushrooms of many sorts - all the types that grow in the farms are edible, though some may be an... acquired taste. The Fauns and Witches who tend the beds are happy to offer samples of anything that can be eaten raw; they're most enthusiastic about a type of spherical mushroom whose cap opens up to reveal what tastes and feels like savory cotton candy, and a type of flat fungi that tastes sweet and fizzy and offers a heightened good mood for an hour after. b. The Wild Underground The lesser used tunnels are a different story. A mile out from the city, Cwyld runs in thick black veins through the stone walls, infecting the sparse plants and many creatures that live out there. Careful not to touch. Infected and uninfected creatures both are highly dangerous to explorers, including stone-burrowing moles with wicked teeth and claws that can cut through metal like butter, vicious white wasps that carry lethal venom, and berserker vampire bats that survive on the blood of other animals and people alike. Some infected fungi give off blindingly-bright flashes when disturbed, while others will cause rashes and blisters on contact. Explorers are warned not to touch anything if they can help it. As well, the nomad tribes roam the less-civilized tunnels and caverns. These are small bands of usually Monsters of different types in mixed groups, though some can be found dragging humans along with them. Nearly all of them are some degree of feral, and plenty bear Cwyld infections in different stages of seriousness. They don't stop to ask questions before they'll attack anyone, including each other, in hopes of robbing them blind and leaving them for dead. As vicious and quick as they are, perhaps it's no wonder they value strength in the city?

III. Graduation Day (21st - 23rd) The Underground does not have 'Litha' as Aefenglomites know it, but come the 21st, they do have a major celebration. They simply call it the New Year, or Graduation Day, depending on what festivities are asked about, because the three days serve as both. At this time of year, with more magic in the air, the algae and crystals glow much brighter, cycling naturally through different colors that cast beautiful rainbows across the imposing stone structures. This display is how they mark the start of a new year, and it coincides with the graduation of young Monsters from the Arena and Witches from the Academy. The New Year is a time to celebrate Bonding, partying, and showing off one's skills in the hopes of attracting a new Bondmate or romantic partner. Tensions can also rise high as rivalries are settled, and small brawls in the streets are common; the guards don't interfere, again, unless things get too dangerous. They're content to let citizens work out their own issues, but unfortunately, this means Mirrorbound may get dragged in on occasion! Small fights are also a tried and true tradition to show off one's abilities around this time of year. It serves multiple purposes: attracting a Bondmate, establishing a place in the unspoken hierarchy of the city, and working out problems with others. Monsters are more likely to start brawls than Witches, though it isn't wholly uncommon to bear witness to two rival Witches throwing spells at each other in an alleyway over their grievances. They're more likely to be stopped, as magic can be quite destructive. a. A Matching Pair The un-Bonded should take precautions during the New Year celebrations. These fascinating newcomers are bound to draw the eye of curious locals, and they may put on a violent or flashy show trying to draw your attention in return! The most common way to show that you're already taken during the celebrations is with face-painting: several stands set up around the marketplace with cosmetics and brushes, and two (or three, or more) people painting matching designs on their faces and bodies signify them as a set - either Bonded or intending to Bond. That doesn't mean there won't still be competition for your heart, but it will lessen significantly, especially if you're a Monster-Witch pair already. b. Exhibitions Primarily intended for the graduating classes of Monsters and Witches, the exhibitions are an official stage set for their coming-of-age; this year, however, the Matriarch has decreed that Mirrorbound may participate as well, in the interests of getting to know one another! They're interested to see what these strange travelers can do, especially against some of their own. Mirrorbound are encouraged by excitable locals if they seem reticent, but of course, no one is forced. (Just don't be surprised if you're called a coward for refusing!) At the Arena, a massive sunken ring with stone benches for spectators ringing the whole of it, young Monsters learn combat skills, with and without weapons, and how to harness their unique physiologies in the dangerous world of the Underground. Their yearly exhibition fights take place all through the three days of the New Year, and young Monsters battle each other til first blood to the cheers and jeers of citizens (and more importantly, Witches) come to watch. The longer the battle, the more impressive it is - and Monster Mirrorbound will have no shortage of eager opponents wanting to test their skills against the unknown. Generally, the fights result in bruises, small cuts, and little else, but rivals for the same Witch might take it farther on purpose before they're wrenched away from each other by the teachers. Meanwhile, at the Academy, the tallest stone spire building in the city, young Witches learn magic from a young age. It isn't exactly the same as magic taught at the Coven, but many concepts are similar - barriers, evocation, enchantments meant for weapons or shields, healing, most of the magic they're taught at this younger age is for combat, protection or practical purposes. They only learn more frivolous magics after graduation. Much like their Monster counterparts, they give solo or duet shows of their flashier and more impressive magical skills in the courtyard, with many citizens coming to watch and take stock of the new generation. Mirrorbound Witches may find themselves being cajoled into putting on a show of their own by curious locals wanting to know what kinds of magic are taught elsewhere.

IV. Aefenglom - Litha (21st - 23rd) Meanwhile, for those who have chosen to stay above-ground or those who have left early, Litha comes once more to Aefenglom, bringing with it beautiful pink and purple skies, a far departure from last year's red tint. It has the city in a much cheerier mood for the celebrations. While they know that several Mirrorbound left for a while, they don't seem too aware of the actual mission, and have very little to say on the matter - they'd rather have a nice Litha, after last year's bad omens! Many of the activities from last year return, better than before, including the brothels opening up their doors (showing off all the wonderful new styles in lingerie!), collecting flowers to put under one's pillow in order to dream of future partners, and wandering the hedge mazes that have been magically constructed in certain parts of the city. Seeing off ships happens regularly as well, citizens setting floating candles into the harbor and river to wish them luck. a. Love Boats A new attraction for Litha is being rolled out this year right on the River Temese! Near the gate, an enterprising Faun has set up a few small boats, each just big enough for two and shielded with fine gauzy curtains for privacy. Couples are invited to buy a ride down the river together, assured it will certainly set the mood. Those who have no partners are offered (or cajoled) to be randomly paired with someone, because perhaps it's fate! The boats drift lazily down the river and stop on their own next to a small dock right before they reach the Harbor. Unless you're willing to swim, hopefully you like your boat partner, because you're stuck with them the whole ride. b. Predictive Pools One bathhouse in the Entertainment District has laid an enchantment on one of their semi-public baths for Litha. When two people stand in the water together, bare, it will begin to glow and take on one of a handful of colors that they say will predict the pair's compatibility level! Sexually, romantically? Well, why not both? The only thing is, they've lost the instructions, and cannot seem to remember what color means "most compatible" and what color means "not compatible at all"... As a reminder, all sexual content should be clearly marked in comment headers, or else moved to a comm-locked log or personal inbox! Be good to each other.

Welcome to June's Event Log, What Lies Beneath! The Underground will be open until mid-July at minimum, and possibly longer. Characters can come and go if they're willing to make the trip multiple times. As always, please direct your questions here! The NPC threads will take place here. Aaand, the Action Tracker is right here! Make sure to let us know what your characters have been up to, good and bad, by July 7th, as this will help determine how Mirrorbound-Underground relations might proceed in the future!

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[darkcharge]

[ That really is optimism. Almost on Sora levels but not quite Ventus levels. It just makes Vanitas shake his head with another chuckle. Again, he isn't quite sure what to make of Lio sometimes. Perhaps they are both merely trying to figure the other out for the time being.

And, here, they both have the time and the luxury to. ]

It's not that easy though is it? Not when you keep throwing yourself into one fight after another. Putting yourself at risk time and time again.

[ Vanitas snorts. ]

Sacrificing yourself and your well-being and never giving any consideration to yourself.

[piromare]

It's very easy when you've never been given a choice. It's either watch everyone like me die, get turned into ash before my very eyes, or fight so that we can one day have our own place in the world and never be harassed by another human again.

( he folds his arms across his body, closing his eyes as he contemplates his current situation versus his former one. he wouldn't say what he said if he still didn't feel that way. )

If it was just about me? I don't know. But I'll leave the caring about me thing to someone else.

( there is someone who does. probably. a dragon. )

[darkcharge]

True, but this one has had a choice. He's had a choice since day one. Even on the day of his birth he decided, unconsciously, to share part of his existence with someone. He didn't have to do that. Didn't have to open his heart back up four years later either.

[ Vanitas shakes his head. He doesn't understand that sort of sacrifice. ]

But you and him shouldn't be that stupid. How do you think the people you claim to care about feel about that fact? What about those that are left behind?

[piromare]

( it's... not quite the same, but not all together different. at least, lio wants it to be similar in some way. )

If I was successful, then it wouldn't matter. ( he pulls one leg up so he could rest his chest against his knee. ) Two of the other Burnish could lead in my place, they've done it before.

( he stares at van, deflated. )

Maybe that firefighter could do something, too. I gave him some of my fire, to protect himself with. I'm just... we had no time left.

( then lio lets out one long sigh, shaking his head. )

[darkcharge]

[ The same but different, yes. ]

That's not the point, Lio. You are not something that can be so easily replaced. Leadership, yes. If you disappear then there will be a void that can't be filled.

[ That is what Vanitas ultimately is getting at. Augh. It sounds somewhat emotional and pathetic. Van runs his hands through his hair. ]

...The guy in your memories?

[piromare]

( another sigh, but this one is sharper and shorter. every time van puts emphasis on 'you', he winces, but he stays quiet. there isn't a response he can give the other without it making him ache.

perhaps lio was also being selfish, in another way.

but when galo is brought him, he's able to breathe again. )

Yeah, Galo Thymos. He's part of Burning Rescue. They just want to put out fires, save people... kind of like me. But he's different. He's stupid. Thick-headed. Brave.

( very much like lio, but he'd never admit it. )

And he has a big heart. I've grown to... accept him.

( among other things. )

[darkcharge]

[ That is sort of the point. There's no good response to give in that sort of situation. It's designed to make one stop and think rather than just up and give an answer. Lio is lucky that Vanitas has learned that it's okay to actually care about people here and there...

But experience of loss isn't something that Vanitas desires. So if he can get these stupid self-sacrificing for the greater good sorts to just stop, then he is going to try. And that is also selfish. But he doesn't care. ]

And you came to this acceptance how?

[ Though he can guess that there are other things too. Lio wouldn't just up and give this guy some flame for protection or whatever if it is merely acceptance. ]

[piromare]

He listened. He tried to defend a Burnish that wasn't me, and he wanted to save the planet. I might be a fool sometimes, but he's the real deal.

( and the thought alone makes him smile to himself. )

He actually cares. That's hard to find back home. No one even tries to sympathize, else they get thrown in jail and never seen again. Or Freeze Force might just destroy all of your belongings. Sometimes, both.

( lio huffs. )

So... I guess I can't let him do things alone.

[darkcharge]

[ This sounds pretty familiar. One of the reasons that Vanitas had taken to Sora is because the other actually had tried to listen to what Van had really been saying. No judgement. No call to change. Sora had just legitimately wanted to get to know him as he is. ]

I suppose I can relate. To a certain degree.

[ And that's why Vanitas can't let Sora do these stupid things. Why he has to try to look after the other despite the fact the Puca doesn't look after himself. ]

[piromare]

( raising his eyes, lio looks at van with... a slight fondness, a hint of curiosity. hard to hide it when he feels a little raw, thinking about home. as shitty as it was and is, he couldn't help but be optimistic that when everything was said and done, he would be living in a new world of sorts.

or dead. either one of those. )

Hey, your Puca friend. What's his name?

( he probably doesn't know him now, but he might in the future... )

[darkcharge]

[ Hmm. Wonder how Lio would feel to know that he is, essentially, talking to a ghost. Vanitas has no illusions that he'll continue to exist should he ever return. He had been plucked out of time and brought to the "future" where the decisive battle between Light and Darkness finally took place. Being defeated, he'd returned to his own time...

Where his heart had been shattering and fading from existence. ]

He's a bit hard to miss considering one might mistake us for twins. [ A chuckle. ] I'm talking about Sora.

i love his :3 face hello

[piromare]

( ... he'd never forget him, no matter what. as long as he has a say in it, that's how he'd feel. )

Sora. ( seems like an easy name to remember. a puca named sora. ) Twins, huh? Guess he won't be hard to find.

( especially because, obviously, vanitas doesn't have the distinguishable trait of bunny ears. though he probably would look nice with them... )

I'm curious. Does he have one of those keyblades as well?

it is a pretty good face

[darkcharge]

[ A chuckle. ]

Our hair is different. He's also a Puca so there are differences there as well.

[ So just look for a brown rabbit that resembles Vanitas. Should be easy enough yes? ]

He does have a weapon like mine. Several, in fact.

[piromare]

( plenty of differences. lio doesn't need that harpy sight to notice those things, and he's also pretty sure that if those aren't noticeable? it'll be that personality that might separate them. )

Are any of them like yours?

( void gear is still the coolest. )

And is he as skilled as you are?

[darkcharge]

[ Oh their personalities couldn't be more different. Still, it would be interested if one day they used some kind of spell to switch places... Confuse the heck out of people. ]

No. Mine is unique to myself. Even when I was someone different, they Keyblade was different.

[ Not that he can remember the name of it. Those memories are long gone. ]

I would say that he is skilled, yes. It still took Ventus and himself to bring me down.

[piromare]

Two against one? That doesn't seem very fair.

( but it makes him smile anyway. of course vanitas would be as strong as the two of them combined. )

Do you think I'd have a shot? I do have a sword, but it's not in the best shape.

[darkcharge]

It was two against three. However Aqua stepped out once Terra broke out of his possession. [ A casual shrug. ] That left me to deal with Sora and Ventus.

[ He laughs, falling back onto the bed. It's a more manic laugh than what Lio is probably used to hearing out of him. ]

Ventus couldn't have managed it. Shattering our heart was the only way he could win before.

[ But then he springs back up again, if only because Lio had asked a question. ]

I've never seen you fight before. How could I know?

[piromare]

( that laugh certainly gives lio a pause. why did his heart suddenly feel heavy, as if... no, it's not his place to think about what it all means. but it won't stop him from worrying about all three of them; vanitas, the most. )

I guess smacking a wolf or two with a stick doesn't count. ( which honestly it doesn't, because who serious fights with tree branches? ) But I guess I can show you sometime... though I don't think I'd want to use my actual weapon.

( he'll have to pick up a practice sword. van isn't the only one he'll plan to train with at this rate. )

Can't rely on talons alone, right?

[darkcharge]

[ No, smacking a wolf or two with a stick really doesn't count. However Lio isn't the first to use tree branches in a fight when nothing's available. Being creative and thinking on one's feet is also a skill. Not everyone possesses it.

Of course not everyone is so reckless as to jump into another person's affairs. ]

No, probably not. However...

[ Vanitas sits there, looking Lio over. Hmm... ]

Learning how to incorporate the blade and your talons together could be an asset.

[piromare]

( his sword and his natural weapon? maybe, maybe. it's not like he didn't think of those possibilities before, but having someone else's opinion and especially van's might be a lot more helpful than him brainstorming by himself. )

Well, however I do it... I have to remember that my sword is a little longer than my talons.

( that's the one big problem: there's close range, and then there's touching range. there's a difference. )

But there's nothing wrong with improvising if I need to. You wouldn't go easy on me, would you?

[darkcharge]

Just saying... It would be a little unexpected for you to be able to move fluidly between sword attacks and close range ones.

[ He rolls his shoulders. Normally he wouldn't be this forward but... ]

One expects magic to be cast from a distance right? That's not always the case with myself. There are times where I end a string of attacks with magic.

[piromare]

( he's never thought of magic only being a ranged thing. it's not like using a bow, where time is needed to draw the string back and let the arrow fly? but maybe it is. either way, knowing that van's willing to risk his safety in order to get a potentially fatal blow... )

You're that confident you won't be punished?

( he admires that. )

[darkcharge]

[ That's usually how Keyblade wielders utilize magic. To Lio's question, Vanitas shrugs. ]

It's not about confidence. Maybe I will be hit in return. Then again maybe I won't. Throwing my opponent off-balance has its advantages. If I anticipate a counterattack then I won't be struck.

[ He frowns a little. ]

You don't gain anything if a risk isn't taken.

[piromare]

You're not wrong. ( expecting to be freely given anything, especially when fighting for your life, is a horrible way to go about things. Though I guess if you hit them hard enough, it won't matter to begin with.

off-balance, especially. literally knocking them down without a chance to react. )

That's certainly a good way to live life.

( no risk, no reward... in all things. )

[darkcharge]

I don't know about life. [ A snort. ] You could argue that I wasn't actually living until I arrived here.

[ Which isn't something he has discussed outside a very small amount of people. Likely only two or three at the most. It is a very hard thing for Vanitas to admit that what he had been put through... Well it hadn't been all right. He stills truggles with it and tends to not want to think about it overmuch. ]