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Exploration Event: Neverwere

EXPLORATION EVENT: NEVERWERE

Who: Everyone!
What: Your wildest dreams come true!
When: May 15th to May 18th
Where: Ziziphus, those still on Ensō...and Mu
Warnings: Mark as needed!

Then Know That My Life Was Just a Killer Dream
You can find most of the information you need in the OOC info post! In the meantime, feel free to use this log as a catch-all for your dream worlds, as well as detailing your efforts to free one another. Whether they're on Ziziphus or Ensō at the time of the dreams' capture, your character is free to access as many dreams as you like, as the interlocking mental landscape allows for that sort of crossing over apropos of nothing. And time, of course, is very fluid in dreams - many days, months, and years can transpire in a matter of mere minutes.

Will you fight your way free from Ziziphus's vines or Mu's thrall, or are you content to die in your sleep?

Remember to let us know if your character dies during this event!

Event Timeline

[ ♆ ] May 15th: The vines make their move, ensnaring characters in ideal fantasy worlds
[ ♆ ] May 17th: The Storyteller will make contact with those they can, as well as issue information and a potential solution
[ ♆ ] May 18th: Those that have not freed themselves from the vines or from Mu will suffer a death

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[He chuckles a bit, snapping his fingers a few times to divert Johann over to him. He'll give you pets if you don't eat his nice things. Come on, now.]

If you'd like. I don't want to take up too much of your time, but I know Taako would appreciate it. Here.

[He won't ask Magnus to carry it, especially since he doesn't need to. Unlike Taako who might need to use a spell slot, Kravitz can simply lift it out of it's wagon and leave it floating in midair with a flick if his wrist.]

I can hold it in place while you add the supports.

[ Don't mind if Johann does, ears perking up as he's called, and happily trotting over for those silently promised ear scratches.

Magnus watches the piece of furniture float.]

Heh, that would'a been handy on the way here.

Well, you could have called.

[He uses his free hand to scratch Johann a few times before gesturing Magnus to follow him inside, righting the cabinet so it fits through the doorframe.]

So, how has it been? I imagine not much leisure time, though perhaps it's the opposite if you did this so quickly.

[ Magnus follows along, Johann in tow.]

Been pretty good, lots of orders and stuff. [ So many people want pieces made by The Hammer himself.] Between that and the academy, haven't had much time to slow down, but it ain't so bad.

[ In fact, he's happy to be so busy, working on the things he loves. These super time consuming large businesses. How can can one man do it, you ask? Well, keep your questions to yourself.]

[He chuckles as they move into the kitchen, looking over his shoulder towards the other man.]

Well, take some time to relax, or you may be seeing me sooner than later in a different capacity.

[Ha Ha Death Jokes. Kravitz moves among the furniture and clutter, the house itself just big enough but still looking stuffed. There's the overly familar Taako clutter, hats and coats over chairs and spell components left out from something half finished, coupled with Kravitz' nonsensical organization system. He knows where everything is, and that's all that matters. It makes for a semi-odd scene, but it's not impossible to get through as they make their way to the side of the house where the kitchen lies. Kravitz' garden can be seen out the window, sunflowers rising through the panes to greet them.]

You haven't thought about training an apprentice? Someone to help out with the easier tasks?

Haha. Wouldn't you give your pal a second chance?

[ That's how death works, right? Second chances-~~Third, fourth, dozens, dozens and dozens of deaths and resets and plans and souls and bodies, dying and~~

He takes a look around the house, the familiar clutter from repeated visits no longer stranger to him, though there's always a ghost of an amusing thought that anyone would ever look at the couple and ever think there was even a milimetre of organizational tendencies in them. Don't blame Magnus if he steps on something or bumps an elbow against anything, he's a big beefy man and he takes a lot of space.]

I mean, yeah, sometimes. But I guess not a lot of people are that interested in getting into woodworking nowadays. A damn shame, really, they're missing out. [ On the joy of fully fill out their home with gorgeous furniture with their own bare hands.]

[He just looks at Magnus with a raised eyebrow and a 'really?' sort of face. Magnus. That isn't even close to how death works. But he won't give the whole lecture in favor of just moving into the kitchen and clearing some items from the countertop under where the cabinet is getting installed, so there won't be anything in the way.]

Well, if your business is booming so much, perhaps you'll be able to have someone gain interest. Maybe start some classes. If you find someone who has passion, you could recruit them.

[A small chuckle.]

I only wish it was so easy for me to find assistance, sometimes. I can't exactly just grab souls out of the pool to deputize.

[ He sees that look, gives it a smile and a shrug in return. As they enter the kitchen, he reaches into his pockets and the pouches hanging from his belt, going through the measurements through his head as he eyes the spot on the wall.]

Why not? Bet there's a lot of good people in there. Good references, too.

[He tilts his head back towards Magnus again.]

For one, I don't exactly make the hiring decisions around there. Besides, I'm not the one who grants people the kind of abilities I have. That's the power of my Lady. If she feels I need assistance, that kind of selection is up to her. And second, I'm not nearly on the same level as those souls. I'm the warden of the Stockade. I don't imagine many of them look on me favorably, or even personably.

[He shrugs.]

It's simply not how it works.

I guess... [ He can't pretend he knows enough about the place to know how it really works. Gods and ghosts are weird.]

Why not put the good word in for someone? Haven't you ever met someone cool and stuff?

[Kravitz sighs, looking back towards the cabinets.]

Magnus, it-- I think you imagine I talk to these people a lot more. That's not really how it works. Do you remember when we met? And I was rather confused that you were talking to me like a person? That's not my experience with all this, really. Dead people don't-- I'm not friends with those people.

[He tries to think on what to really say about this, because it's hitting something in him he doesn't know how to describe.]

I don't... you all are the first time I've gotten close like this to someone living in a very, very long time. And when that happens it's-- this is fleeting. Brief. Eventually you too will die, Magnus, and I will be your warden too. I can offer no special privilege or companionship, it will just... happen. I don't get to make these decisions. They aren't... mine.

[One more sigh.]

It's the demands of my role. And if I serve my Lady and obey the duties of the world, it's the rules I have to follow. Do you understand, Magnus?

[It's lonely, he thinks. But he has no words to describe what that is, that feeling, so it just feels like void.]

Edited (wow i just noticed a typo) 2018-08-23 03:51 (UTC)

[ Magnus kind of stares for a moment, the almost condescending tone not exactly flying over his head, but he sees the look on Kravitz's face. It all sounds like an eternity of loneliness, and, honestly, it sounds like it sucks ass.]

Yeah, but--

[ When they first met. When was that, anyway? It feels like an eternity ago. Years, right? But how many?

Something feels weird. Like vague sounds of something in the walls you can't quite identify, a creature behind a trap door failing to keep silent. It's a feeling in the back of his head. A feeling of...something that isn't.

The feeling itself is strangely familiar, but he can't quite identify that either.

From Kravitz's perspective, it probably looks like Magnus interjected, stopped himself, then just stood there staring blankly for a couple of seconds too long. There's just...there's something he can't quite-- there's....something.]

[It would, if he stopped to think about it like this. That's why he doesn't! He will bury all his feelings and eventually stop existing, like a normal person. Yep.

But suddenly, something shifts. Magnus has a response and then... doesn't. He's just standing, and the longer it goes on, the more it unnerves him, before Kravitz leans closer to his face, snapping his fingers there a few times.]

Magnus? Magnus, are-- are you alright?

[ He blinks and shakes his head slightly, snapping out of whatever silent trance he got trapped in for a moment there.]

Huh--yeah. Yeah. What were--what were we talking about a gain? [ Yeah, yep, natural.]

[He squints, still examining the other man's expression.]

The Astral Plane, mostly. You were going to say something and then you simply stopped and looked like you had been possessed. Do you feel like someone tried to attack you?

[He's just gonna casually grip his jaw and look at his face a bit more, what's personal space, I don't know her.]

[ Okay, skeleton man, that's a little more touching than he expected.]

Huh, no. [ I mean, not like he really knows what it's supposed to be like. Last time his body was possessed he wasn't in it--

Wait, what? When did that happen? What happened?]

Huh...

[He's married to your friend, it's fine. Also, he's becoming increasingly worried Magnus is possessed, which is a Bad Thing and means he has a Job To Do so lets make sure that's not happening, huh? He doesn't sense anything, nothing necromantic, but there's something in this making him more uneasy than he should be.]

Magnus? Magnus, is something trying to take you over-- I need you to concentrate. Don't get lost in illusions or what someone tells you is real!

[Wow, the irony is palpable.]

[ I mean, clearly, no one can fault him that logic. Any sudden confusion and discomfort is clearly a sign that you're being possessed by a spirit or something else. At least, that's usually the common cause.]

I hear you! I--It's fine, I just. Got a weird feeling.

[ He looks around the room - unsure what he's actually looking for. Not a noise. Not a person. But something feels...off.

And there's a weird smell. That isn't the cats.]

Do you smell that?

[It's not what he expected Magnus to say. But he's on high alert right now, and even if the other man is occasionally short-sighted in his plans, he's observant enough to take it seriously.

Kravitz tilts himself back from Magnus, taking an experimental sniff.]

It... smells like rot. Like death.

[What could that possibly be? It smells like vines.

Wait, when has that happened?]

What is happening...?

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