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maskormenacelogs2018-06-20 11:57 pm
bragnificent) wrote in maskormenacelogs2018-06-20 11:57 pm
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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[WOULDN'T HE FEEL BAD IF HE GAVE THE OLD MAN A HEART ATTACK HUH :) ]
Oh yeah? What kind of thing? I heard there was... a monster out in the woods.
[And he's smiling because of course Baphomet would set up some kind of horror story out here. What a wild lad.]
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[ He looked around, and then shook his head. ]
Yes, I suppose it could be called a monster. There was...something out here. I heard it, and -- I thought I recognized it.
Of course, it's not here, so... I suppose it's nothing.
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[ David's head tipped, and he looked at Dionysus, and then out to the forest. What if it... said anything else? What if it took Jon's face, would that perpetuate or tarnish his carefully crafted lie?
Could he eliminate Dionysus in time to keep the rest of them from finding out?
Probably. ]
That... sounds educational. Shall we?
damn blake like he just wants to go cryptid hunting with you
[It's probably going to be a bunch of jumpscares, and honestly, leaving people to wander alone in the forest doesn't feel like a very Dionysian thing to do, so he'll walk around a bit with David until they get bored, and escort him out of the forest.]
He just can't help himself around dio :')
[ David starts off, his steps louder then normal in the brush. He's been on a few digs in his time, if course, but digs normally didn't require any sorts of stealth.
After a moment, David looked back, to see if Dio was following. ]
Have you seen them? The creatures he's made? They're rather...intriguing. I don't think we've seen much of his power -- or at least I haven't.
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I've seen them. Usually he uses them to be dramatic with Morrigan's performances, but I like what he's doing with them now. I wonder he controls it coming to us, or if it has a mind of it's own...?
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[ David looked around, curiously, as he tried to meter out where they were -- whether they should go deeper into the woods. Why not? He turned around a tree, to keep going. ]
I'm afraid I was never cool enough to find my way to their shows, before.
This is something of an exciting experience, to me.
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[Pause.]
Uh- not that you're that old...
[UH.]
... Anyway... you're lucky to see this one. This is the first time he's done one on his own.
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Oh, he certainly didn't feel old, sometimes. ]
Yes, so I suspected. It's going to be rather illuminating, don't you think? Each god is different, unique. The way they perform, the way they sway their audience... I don't think Baphomet has been given that opportunity. It will be interesting to see him...as his full self.
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...What, you think he's going to change?
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[ What's a better word... ]
Evolve, perhaps? Without the Morrigan, I wonder what he will become. You are all so young, and here... you have such an opportunity to become people you may not have before.
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[have a GENUINELY DAZZLING DIONYSUS™ SMILE]
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[ He laughed, but looked away from Dio's smile. ]
I think you're confusing me for someone else.
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[ He chuckled, like there was a joke there. ]
One stops caring, when they become a parent.
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[ A pause, and a tightness to David's face. ]
He... wasn't really concerned with those sorts of things.
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[Definitely not math and science.]
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[ David paused, and shook his head, before he turned around and reached out to touch him on the shoulder, ostensibly, to turn them back toward the rest of the concert. ]
Come, though, I've seen nothing, have you? Perhaps it's best to turn back.