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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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[ Her gaze is a touch nervous and she looks away bashfully, linking her arms behind her back. ]
I am sorry, I'm being nosy, aren't I? [ But something tells her if Cassandra didn't want her prying she would have told Haru to back off as soon as she suspected it. ] I can't help but wonder why anyone would agree to a contract that puts a time limit on their life.
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The key word there is agree, because I'm pretty sure most of us sure fucking didn't. [ Would she have said no if it was an offer that required consent? It's easy to imagine being tempted, if she's honest- but she likes to believe rationality would have prevailed. ] I mean, even with how much some of the others love it? I don't know if they would have said yes, knowing about the metaphorical guillotine over our heads.
[ The words spill out, and then she cringes. Bad wording in a way Haru wouldn't understand. ]
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Her face does turn a little pink though and her arms now link to her front, hands clasped together. ]
... I am sorry. No, you are right. I don't believe anyone would agree to such a thing if they knew what they were getting into.
[ It's impossible to be mad at Cassandra or snap back when she can empathize. ]
I meant no offense, but I see it's a little late for that.
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She softens. Honestly, this makes her feel a little bad. ]
It's...fine. You didn't really offend me, it's just that I've had to explain this to an absurd amount of people since I got here. I'm used to everyone knowing the details automatically. [ The Pantheon were basically the biggest thing in the world. Now, they're pretty much like a few hundred others. ]
None of the others seem eager to describe it themselves...so it keeps falling to me, apparently.
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Or the opposite? ]
Yes, that must be exasperating... I wholly understand, Cassandra.
[ A nod from Haru. She still looks a bit flustered, but not on the verge of tears or yelling back at Cassandra and demanding an apology. ]
I can't imagine how terrifying it is to think about, let alone tell strangers. I think I can see why they would choose not to. Still, it's unfortunate it falls on you to do that.
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You don't have to pity me or anything, Haru. [ She doesn't sound completely accusatory, but she's hoping that's not what this falls into. ] It's more frustrating than anything. I spent years getting a degree in this bullshit, so it was honestly kind of a fucking relief when I didn't have to explain the basics to everyone around me anymore...
[ Maybe she should twist this around. ] You don't get tired telling people about your own specific form of godly nonsense?
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We don't need to. [ Realizing that's not much of an answer, she continues: ] These powers we have, nobody back home knows about them. It's a rare power, although...
[ Her hand drops. ]
I have learned since my arrival there have been others before us with similar powers. We never knew about that back home.
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[ Can she...? She doesn't think enough people here are curious about how all of this works. ]
And I think I met some of those people, too. The "Persona" stuff, right? There had to be at least three of you just on that network message I did. How many new people have you found?
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[ Sae and Sojiro were aware and a lot of it went over their head sometimes, unless the Phantoms stopped to clarify something. ]
Two more. They are from a time before my friends and I.
[ It's exciting, honestly. It shows in Haru's eyes how thrilled she is to meet others like her. ]
There is still much for us to learn about the other Persona users.
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And the info about people from a time before... ] That's interesting, though. The Porter would have centuries of people to choose from in my world...so who the hell knows why it's so focused on my Recurrence.
You should get that info from them, when you can. Especially considering we could all be ported out at any point. [ Stated a bit like a warning. ]
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Um, safety for one... I don't believe other people could see Personas, so they would probably assume we are sick or unwell if we talked about something like that.
[ They were lucky that Sae and Sojiro didn't reject the truth and throw them at the nearest hospital for psychiatric help. ]
Huh? Oh... [ Cassandra has a point. She doesn't know these other Persona users well, but any information could be useful. Maybe there's even a pattern if they keep appearing every few years back home. ] You're right. I've been so caught between everything else in this world, I stopped thinking about things like that.
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[ Maybe she just doesn't get the situation, but she's nothing if not nosy. She can see how caught off-guard Haru is at her second point- had she truly never thought of this before? ]
Who knows how much could be useful, right? It's not like you're ever going to get another shot. If you haven't been focusing on that, what have you been focusing on?
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[ Cassandra isn't wrong to be suspicious, but Haru finds it difficult to be completely honest, which in turn makes her feel guilty. Cassandra strikes her as trustworthy, but there's always that risk she'll endanger her friends. Especially after they've done a change of heart in this world and made enemies. ]
You're right. That isn't the entire reason, but I am not sure I should say any more. I don't mean to be rude, but I don't wish to cause my friends harm.
[ A beat. ]
If I'm going to be here for some time, I do want to accomplish things I wanted to at home. [ Like they discussed back at the library. Haru knows how silly it might be, but it's important to her now that she's a free woman. ] And... there was...
[ Dealing with Akechi's presence. ]
Someone who had hurt someone important to me is here. But he's trying to be better. It's been an adjustment, if I can be frank.