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maskormenacelogs2018-06-20 11:57 pm
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Entry tags:
- haru okumura | noir,
- proinsias cassidy | n/a,
- ronan lynch | greywaren,
- † cassandra igarashi | n/a,
- † eikichi mishina | yellow owl,
- † herr starr | n/a,
- † jughead jones | n/a,
- † karolina dean | n/a,
- † matthew lynch | n/a,
- † n/a | baphomet,
- † n/a | dionysus,
- † nico minoru | n/a,
- † reggie mantle | n/a,
- † ryūji sakamoto | skull,
- † tate langdon | the rubber man,
- † veronica sawyer | dead girl walking
I feel it in my blood, in the fire and the flood
WHO: BAPHOMET, HIS ENTOURAGE (REGGIE MANTLE & NICO MINORU), and YOU.
WHERE: Maurtia Falls, in the woods.
WHEN: June 21st
WHAT: Baphomet's concert debut!
WARNINGS: Possible drinking, drug use, fire hazards, and/or Wicked + the Divine spoilers; anything else, please mark your threads as necessary!
Although promoted across all four cities -- mostly via ominous posters and graffiti displaying a simple symbol and the date, June 21st -- directions to the concert are a little more obscure to come by, although those who want to find it will find their way. Part of it is via word-of-mouth, yes, but there's also a sort of... strange draw in the air, one that will just instinctively guide those who truly belong at the show, or are at least open to hearing it.
But however they find their way, it becomes much more obvious the closer you get. Reach a particular Maurtia Falls forest and one might start to notice that same symbol painted on some of the trees and nearby power poles, accompanied by arrows guiding attendees deeper into the woods.
The destination itself is obvious once you arrive to it: a large clearing in the woods, illuminated by a number of eerie floating red and gold lanterns and (what would appear to be) faerie lights. There is fog and, somehow, a cloak of dusk surrounding the area even before the sun really begins to set, and the ground is dark and illuminated by cuts of flame as if there were just a fire here. Visual effects courtesy of Nico Minoru's magic, no doubt. There's streaks of red paint smeared across several trees, the ground, and the props meant to look like blood, too, but it's probably not actually. One thing is for sure, which is that from a distance, from the outside looking in, it will certainly look as if there's a fire blazing within the woods the entire night.
The stage itself is made of wood and metal, elevated just a bit from the ground so it gives off the appearance as a dilapidated bridge, splintered and rusted, and is backed with black and orange curtains. Far from the stage is a merchandise table, which includes black t-shirts sporting Baphomet's insignia in white or red, as well as posters of the same design (some of which include also Baphomet's name, or flaming eyes below the symbol), various takes on the goat-skull, blades, and spikes theme via metal rings and necklaces, a Goatman plushie with burning red eyes, and then finally, shirts and encouraged donations promoting Linda Belcher's Lind-a-Care foundation. On the opposite side of the stage is a broad table with refreshments, sporting an enormous golden claw-footed punch bowl in the center which compartments a few different varieties of red-colored drinks (which Reggie Mantle will be happy to spike alcoholically, using his powers, should anyone want or ask) within itself, BAPHOMEAT (lamb kebabs), a broad spread of sandwich fixings and bread, elaborate fruit-and-cheese plates, a selection of fireball whisky, and of course, bottles of water.
Once it begins to get dark, the sun setting in earnest now... let the show begin.
( For a more individualized read on your character's reactions to Baphomet's godsong, please comment to THIS. )
The solstice sun burns low in the sky, descending quickly as dusk chases it, as stars speckle a darkening sky, when those red circles materialize. They glow into being in the field before the stage, neon yet ethereal, inviting yet taunting. And that metal stage-- there's a shimmer, like the atmosphere is melting. The stage becomes the opening to a cave, the audience situated in the "cave". You're in the cave, a lion in its lair. The outline of a neon red door appears, and you can feel the warmth from it on your face. It's like the hot high noon sun, it's like rage and war. It gets into your blood, this heat.
Baphomet steps through the door, onto the raise of stone that remained reminiscent of a performance stage. He raises both his arms above his head. He points to you, index finger out and thumb up.
One,
three,
The sound pours out of his mouth and it burns. You feel it under your skin, you feel it spreading -- infectious, you know it's viral. You know it is contagion. He screams a riot, incomprehensible yet intimate, he roars for you. He sings every surrender you've regretted, he sings your fists ripping at your own chains, of your searing and bloodied triumph. His eyes are catlike slits, his fangs displayed in predatory snarl.
Your veins glow with inspired revolution. You can break free, you can escape a hell of your own making. You can become your own plague, and lay waste those who would ever again hurt you.
⬤ ⬤ ⬤
It's also one of Baphomet's talents, to create what he calls image golems. They are illusions, mirages, a plague set upon your heart and your mind. They aren't real, but they seem real, they'll talk to you and react and provoke. Sometimes they give to chase. You may see it lurking, its blinkless stare looking back at you through thinning foliage. You may hear the twigs snap beneath its hooves. He will beckon to you, his all-too-human hand nearly normal, with only some fingers seemingly melded together. He walks with mostly a man's body, but he wears the head of a goat. Welcome to the sideshow.
If you approach him, he will speak with a voice familiar to you. The voice of someone not here, someone back home. Someone you miss. Everyone within earshot will hear.
"It's been too long. I miss you."
Something along those lines come out of his mouth.
And then he'll flee. You can either:
A. Give chase to him, catch him, and NPC him from there.
B. Take comfort in your company, who would have also heard a love one from the goatman's tongue.
C. Give chase to him, catch him, and kill him. An image golem of his nature will not hurt you. He will but dissolve.
WHERE: Maurtia Falls, in the woods.
WHEN: June 21st
WHAT: Baphomet's concert debut!
WARNINGS: Possible drinking, drug use, fire hazards, and/or Wicked + the Divine spoilers; anything else, please mark your threads as necessary!
Although promoted across all four cities -- mostly via ominous posters and graffiti displaying a simple symbol and the date, June 21st -- directions to the concert are a little more obscure to come by, although those who want to find it will find their way. Part of it is via word-of-mouth, yes, but there's also a sort of... strange draw in the air, one that will just instinctively guide those who truly belong at the show, or are at least open to hearing it.
But however they find their way, it becomes much more obvious the closer you get. Reach a particular Maurtia Falls forest and one might start to notice that same symbol painted on some of the trees and nearby power poles, accompanied by arrows guiding attendees deeper into the woods.
The destination itself is obvious once you arrive to it: a large clearing in the woods, illuminated by a number of eerie floating red and gold lanterns and (what would appear to be) faerie lights. There is fog and, somehow, a cloak of dusk surrounding the area even before the sun really begins to set, and the ground is dark and illuminated by cuts of flame as if there were just a fire here. Visual effects courtesy of Nico Minoru's magic, no doubt. There's streaks of red paint smeared across several trees, the ground, and the props meant to look like blood, too, but it's probably not actually. One thing is for sure, which is that from a distance, from the outside looking in, it will certainly look as if there's a fire blazing within the woods the entire night.
The stage itself is made of wood and metal, elevated just a bit from the ground so it gives off the appearance as a dilapidated bridge, splintered and rusted, and is backed with black and orange curtains. Far from the stage is a merchandise table, which includes black t-shirts sporting Baphomet's insignia in white or red, as well as posters of the same design (some of which include also Baphomet's name, or flaming eyes below the symbol), various takes on the goat-skull, blades, and spikes theme via metal rings and necklaces, a Goatman plushie with burning red eyes, and then finally, shirts and encouraged donations promoting Linda Belcher's Lind-a-Care foundation. On the opposite side of the stage is a broad table with refreshments, sporting an enormous golden claw-footed punch bowl in the center which compartments a few different varieties of red-colored drinks (which Reggie Mantle will be happy to spike alcoholically, using his powers, should anyone want or ask) within itself, BAPHOMEAT (lamb kebabs), a broad spread of sandwich fixings and bread, elaborate fruit-and-cheese plates, a selection of fireball whisky, and of course, bottles of water.
Once it begins to get dark, the sun setting in earnest now... let the show begin.
( For a more individualized read on your character's reactions to Baphomet's godsong, please comment to THIS. )
The solstice sun burns low in the sky, descending quickly as dusk chases it, as stars speckle a darkening sky, when those red circles materialize. They glow into being in the field before the stage, neon yet ethereal, inviting yet taunting. And that metal stage-- there's a shimmer, like the atmosphere is melting. The stage becomes the opening to a cave, the audience situated in the "cave". You're in the cave, a lion in its lair. The outline of a neon red door appears, and you can feel the warmth from it on your face. It's like the hot high noon sun, it's like rage and war. It gets into your blood, this heat.
Baphomet steps through the door, onto the raise of stone that remained reminiscent of a performance stage. He raises both his arms above his head. He points to you, index finger out and thumb up.
One,
two,
four.
The sound pours out of his mouth and it burns. You feel it under your skin, you feel it spreading -- infectious, you know it's viral. You know it is contagion. He screams a riot, incomprehensible yet intimate, he roars for you. He sings every surrender you've regretted, he sings your fists ripping at your own chains, of your searing and bloodied triumph. His eyes are catlike slits, his fangs displayed in predatory snarl.
Your veins glow with inspired revolution. You can break free, you can escape a hell of your own making. You can become your own plague, and lay waste those who would ever again hurt you.
It's also one of Baphomet's talents, to create what he calls image golems. They are illusions, mirages, a plague set upon your heart and your mind. They aren't real, but they seem real, they'll talk to you and react and provoke. Sometimes they give to chase. You may see it lurking, its blinkless stare looking back at you through thinning foliage. You may hear the twigs snap beneath its hooves. He will beckon to you, his all-too-human hand nearly normal, with only some fingers seemingly melded together. He walks with mostly a man's body, but he wears the head of a goat. Welcome to the sideshow.
If you approach him, he will speak with a voice familiar to you. The voice of someone not here, someone back home. Someone you miss. Everyone within earshot will hear.
"It's been too long. I miss you."
Something along those lines come out of his mouth.
And then he'll flee. You can either:
A. Give chase to him, catch him, and NPC him from there.
B. Take comfort in your company, who would have also heard a love one from the goatman's tongue.
C. Give chase to him, catch him, and kill him. An image golem of his nature will not hurt you. He will but dissolve.
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I...do you mean the goat-men he has running around? There's a bunch of them. Aren't they saying weird shit to people? I keep seeing them flipping out.
[ She hasn't gotten close enough to any of them to hear anything, let alone know if she could. ]
Did it say something weird to you?
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[ David wondered if he should be so bold, if it would be dangerous to take the chance, to use this opportunity to his advantage, as well. His fingers shook, and he felt at his pockets, as if he were making sure everything was still on his person. ]
It told me it had been too long, and it missed me -- but... [ He shook his head, his lip trembled. ]
It was unexpected. I didn't know what to make of that voice.
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Honestly, Professor, Baphomet's extremely fond of messing with people. If you hadn't already noticed. He might just want to rile people up. [ She can't really think of a better explanation than that, and it's still unnerving to see Blake like this, to some extent. ]
Why did you want to chase it? Did it seem like it was going to do more?
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[ David trailed off, his tone almost windless in tone, as if he couldn't fathom the fact that this was what Cassandra thought. ] No -- I... I couldn't find it, the source. I thought I would start looking. You never know.
[ He smiled, weakly. ] I must look rather foolish out here, don't I?
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I just...could tell you'd noticed something strange, once I knew it was you. I didn't mean to make you feel bad or anything. [ A pause- this is very sentimental, and she means to ask him something anyway. ] You're not getting anything from his song either?
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[ He paused, and then shook his head. It's much more important to light on other subjects, such as the pantheon's song. ]
Ah, no. His particular song doesn't speak to me. [ A beat. ] Most...don't, actually.
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Blake's second comment, though, intrigues her, in a positive sense. It's rare that she meets anyone else who feels similarly to her, and it's kind of nice to know she's not the only one who feels out of place at nearly every Pantheon event she goes to. ]
I didn't know that. [ You'd think she'd find out. ] Do any of them work?
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I have very few people that I miss, from back home.
[ He waved a hand, and moved on. No need to dwell on people that he hadn't seen in over a year, right? ]
But, ah, no, they don't. I haven't...found one that does. I don't know if it's because I'm so...in my head about it, or if it's because I want to understand so desperately, but...
They simply don't.
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Luckily, he's gotten onto another topic that she finds somewhat exciting. How did she never know this? ]
You're serious? [ Rhetorical. She's sure he is. ] You should have told me about it. I don't know if I know anyone else who isn't effected by any of them. Do you really think it has something to do with us studying it? That we're...too close?
[ A potential reason for something? Too good to be true. ]
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[ It couldn't possibly be the fact that David has been over-exposed, or the fact that he'd used his suit to dull his senses so much that he'd weaned himself into hearing it and seeing no results. No, it couldn't be that. ]
We're looking for the truth, after all. We're...searchers, studiers, we're enveloped in this world in a way even the other gods aren't. [ He shrugged, and looked around. ] They believe in this, in a way you and I don't. We're doubters, after all. Even me, in my own way.
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And now we're here and can't even...poll colleagues or anything. Just our luck. [ She's obviously bitter. Just their fucking luck. ]
Hey, did you know Ananke's wording for people who don't feel anything from the gods was that they were "rare and cursed?" She was practically interviewing me by that point in the video. [ ...Ah. ] Obviously.
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[ Rare and cursed, indeed. David didn't think he could argue with Ananke's assessment of those who couldn't hear the songs. Certainly, David was cursed, in his own way, and he looked down at his hands, and fought the slight tremble that settled there. He was thankful for the dark, to hide the full effect. He couldn't help but remember, at times like this, catching the sight of his son through the window, and seeing his transformation, right before...]
I don't know much about her, which is especially frustrating now that she is gone, but...she seemed the type to play those kinds of games, didn't she?
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[ This isn't a fun topic for her, clearly. ] Whenever I try to figure anything out about her, I feel like I'm going in circles. We're missing something.
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Likely, she wanted to test whether or not Cass would be manipulated by her.
Then again, David thought Cass was easily manipulated.
It did, however, make him wonder if there were others under her wing that were easily manipulated. Himself included? Oh, of course, he was being manipulated, he'd known that. He'd hoped to get out unscathed, and now... Now he was. She was gone, after all. ]
I suspect, however, that she wanted to make sure you weren't...too perceptive. She often gave me the impression of a spider in the middle of her web, manipulating and watching, making sure there were no disruptions to her carefully calculated plans.
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I guess we've all described her well enough. You never got to meet her, but you seem like you get the memo. [ It wasn't hard to see Ananke as sinister, anyway. ] That's good, though. I'm tired of explaining her specific form of nonsense to people here. That and everything else about the Pantheon. Does that ever happen to you?
[ It's their entire lives. But in this context? People can't look up the Recurrence on Wikipedia so she can get to the actual important shit. ]
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Me? Explain the pantheon? [ He smiled at her, something genuine this time, crinkles in the corners of his eyes and a smirk that touched his lips. ] I think that's half the conversations I have. Most people think that I study something obscure, or irrelevant after all.
[ He shook his head. ] Like I would devote my life to something so meaningless.
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Maybe we should have prepared for this when we got our degrees in Mythology? But that still didn't stop this from being wildly annoying. We need to create some sort of cheat sheet for people, at this point. Just turn right into Buzzfeed.
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Perhaps we should, however. I'm not...unfamiliar with blogs, or websites. I am sure we could make something to ease the...idea of what the pantheon is.
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At this point, we might have to write it up. I feel like throwing an explainer at a good fifty percent of the people I come across...
[ But she seems a little distracted. She thought she saw one of the other goat-men in the woods herself, just a second ago, as she spoke. But she wasn't sure enough to say something. ]
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[ He straightened, when he said that, as if it were funny, but then paused, his eyebrows knitted together before he opened his mouth, and hesitated, before he finally spoke. ]
Are you alright?
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[ She is distracted. She never really knows whether she wants to feel the performances of the gods, anymore. She used to want it so badly...and now she worries it's all a distraction from actual important shit. She came here knowing she'd be bored out of her mind; perhaps she just wants that to end. ]
I'm- I'm fine. I thought I saw one of the goats. But it's not like they'd bother with me, anyway. I wonder why one got to you.
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[ David offered her a weak smile. ] Is it really so difficult to imagine? [ He didn't talk about Jon often, after all. Not with Cassandra, because he didn't want to be too forceful. A light touch is required in situations like this. At least, in this case, it really had been his son's voice that echoed. One that only he could hear it. ]
I am sure that if Baal struck me with lightning, I would singe just like others. One that preyed on my own feelings of homesickness, and the fact that I miss my son...it shouldn't be surprising.
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[ Why is it that whenever she thinks she may have to tell the Professor about her suspicions about Woden, it's the worst possible time? It'd be just fucked to tell him now. Especially when she's trying to be a little less...well, assholish, when it comes to things like that. ]
...Although maybe I shouldn't be underestimating a guy who tried to murder me once? [ She rubs a temple. ] This is all too surreal. Maybe that's why I think I'm seeing things.
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[ David paused, and held a hand to his chin. ]
Then again, he may not know anything about me, so this may be... just impression, more than anything. Maybe it's reading something from my own psychology. I have been... rather maudlin about it, lately. So...
It may just be that his power interacted with my brain -- our brains, to give us things that we want.
Maybe you... want to see.
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...Maybe. All I know is I'd love to pick this apart and know how it actually works. Especially if he was able to catch onto things he doesn't even know.
[ She shrugs. ] But I get the feeling that's not the first thing we should be worried about these days.
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