eastbound | Entries tagged with umbrella academy: allison

[ Wrath is beside Emilia, as are Wrathion and Wei Wuxian.

She has been here before, blood-drenched and weary. A bearer of violent tidings. The only difference is she speaks with a bluntness she could not afford in Alem, a compromise that stings her to this day. ]

Matthias is dead. I killed him, though I could not have done it alone.

[ It was not pretty. ]

For those of you who feel some of Matthias's power now, I have a suggestion.

[ Here, Wei Wuxian taps a finger on the side of his nose before smiling, small and tight: ]

Help seal away Anurr's power and bind him to his current body. Then disperse anything remaining.

aprescoup

( The transmission seems to come from an inside quarter battered by Anurr's howling winds outside. Somehow, the speaker seems unbothered. )

Is this wo — I'm never good at this. One, two, three. One, two, three. Hello? That's... that sounds right.

Hello, everyone! I'm Matthias. Awful weather, isn't it? Can barely hear myself think. ( As he finishes his sentence, voice increasingly chilled, the winds quiet. )

There! There we are. Much better, isn't it? You've been well? I don't know what you make of the place, but if you're hungry, there's... try old man Thrael's, down Gentian street. Best buns you've ever seen! And his food's not bad either, haha. Do try it! Kamala, have you tried it? I think there were... more nice little family shops with cookery, I just... don't remember. Don't exactly remember.

( An awkward pause. ) ...right. A little bird tells me your group has something of mine. Very... very literally. Some parts of mine, as it were. A heart here, a tongue there, a hand... small inconveniences. I think that was all of them? I don't quite recall. I was hoping to unburden you of them. If I may? It's just... very strange. Feeling part of yourself across a city. I'm, of course, open to barter. I know you've come a long way, I suppose you're expecting something for your trouble! A... finder's fee?

And... you haven't seen her yet, have you? My Cose — ...no. Of course. You've only just started. I'm sorry. Let's not speak of it! This is us: not speaking of it.

companionsgrasp

I had a meeting with priestess Valeria. It seems she and the followers [hear: cult] of the Chained God could use all the help they can get. She offered me quite the set of benefits if I were announce in the arena that I had converted to the faith of the Chained God. There was a good emphasis on having me implore my loyal fans to support the god and his agents, the army--the Hand. I got the feeling this wasn't her first time making an offer to someone with influence in exchange for what she needs. They must not get much on their own merit.

Not that, I suspect, any of us are surprised to confirm that their faith isn't so sincere or well-off considering...well. Who wants to serve a god of destruction? It never turns out good, not even for the criminally insane that want to watch everything burn.

Too bad for her I'm not actually a gladiator. Or want to help out the cult of a god of destruction and chaos earn money for their endeavors.

somebadnews

[ Five is walking out of the lighthouse as he addresses the network, since it's generally quieter where ghosts aren't constantly interrupting his thoughts. The beauty of this form of communication is it's not entirely unlike talking to himself, which is really his preference. ]

Okay, listen up. Since we're all sharing, let's see if we can't come up with an actual plan, before we experience the next shift and you all inconveniently forget who you are again.

[ To say nothing of a haunting that has already sent him into a panic attack or how he nearly drowned just to see for himself what he'd already heard second-hand. Nothing but success for Five Hargreeves. ]

Two orders of business. One, Miang-Si is obviously a catalyst, if not the cause of what's happening here. I searched her room one of the nights she was out galavanting with her lake friends. There was correspondence that suggested she was enamored with someone, who I now assume was the Huntress. I also found evidence that the woman in white, and another in red, visited her there. The witches she's involved with also may have dragged in women doing laundry nearby into their lake at some point, judging by what was found with the skeletons at the bottom.

Secondly, these hauntings aren't just some curse. If they are spirits, we need to figure out a way to trap them. There's a woman in white, a man in black, a lumberjack, and another woman in red. Who else has been seen and how often? If we can capture one of them, maybe we can get some answers before whatever triggered this starts again.

[ He has no doubt it'll happen at the worst possible moment.

Just as he's about to continue with his all-important conspiracy theories, he's approached by a young girl with a silver coin in hand. Distantly she can be heard saying she's worried about her family, and asks him to take a donation for Kathoo'lul's blessing. Dumbfounded, he takes it and promptly loses his train of thought as she scurries away. ]

...Amazing how easy it is to start a cult around here.

damnable

So turns out the beacon can swallow you up and spit you right back out after several decades in your own world - in case everyone else is as unaware of that being a possibility as I was.

Name's Red for those of you who didn't know me before when I was teenage-shaped and brand spankin' new to life. For those who did, sorry for the awkward, weird social situation the beacon's just created for us. Now that I'm wiser-to-life, I feel it's better to be up front about some things. I can see people's souls, auras, whatever you wanna call 'em. So I know a lot about someone from the get-go, and I can't turn it on and off.

So there's some options:

A) I can tell you what I see when I meet you in full detail so you know what I know.

B) We both pretend like I don't see shit. Denial is not just a river in Egypt, it's a fun little coping mechanism.

C) My ability malfunctions - can't control this but it happens here.

D) I can make some colorful description up, and we roll with it, cause why not? Live your dreams.

If you got a preference, let me know or I'll assume B is it. I'll be at the bar, drinking about a thousand drinks, and grappling with sudden onslaught of memories and emotions and all that messy fun shit. Cheers, and Happy Train day.

( OOC: Open to network responses and/or action spam. If you want Red to see your chars' aura at some point, feel free to fill it permissions here - I assume her ability just doesn't work if there's nothing filled out so no worries regardless. :) If you already filled it out on her old journal, no need to fill it out again! )

cosplayqueen

[A very tired teenager waves at the camera. As usual, she's got a smile on her face. Apparently a lack of sleep, murders, and run in with another crazy person isn't enough to ruin her mood. Kamala Khan everyone.] Hi, guys! Stuff has been super crazy, huh? I'm 90% sure we saved the day so yay! Another win for the team! Great job, guys!

[Those who know her or maybe just have a good ability to read people may pick up on the fact she seems nervous. She keeps chatting away like nothing is the matter.] Irenia is back too! Isn't that awesome? And I got food for us! Look... [She moves her pendant around to show a collection of dead wildlife, berries, etc.] I've been asking around for help preparing this stuff because yeahhhh city girl. No clue how you do this! If you want to help out, please and thank you? There's a lot of it and I know we've all been super hungry for what feels like forever. As far as I'm concerned everyone should eat as much as they can once we get it all cooked and stuff.

[Her eyes dart from side to side. Kamala clears her throat.] You might be wondering how I pulled this off and if you're not? I guess click off? But, yeah.... so I may have been carrying around a doll that belonged to someone else's daughter from a couple of places back? He told me his name is Matthias. I returned it to him because hey I'm not a jerk. It belonged to his daughter so it should go back to him.

He gave me this food in return or I guess his undead friends did. Not going to lie, pretty scary stuff. But, that's how I got the food. We talked about some other stuff too. His home world, Ellethia, and what he used to do for a living when his daughter was alive. His hot take on the whole undead thing. It really got me thinking about their deal. He seemed to know a lot about it.

And you know just out of curiosity, what do we know about the undead? Share if you want since I know we have bigger problems right now. I'm mostly worried about this food going bad.

private to Five and Allison

So, don't panic, but I may or may not be in danger here. Can we talk? About everything? This is pretty much the safe version of what happened. I don't want to freak out the the others, but if I were a questionable guy who didn't get their way just now? I'd totally go after you guys first since spoilers you're my favorite people! And Emilia, but seriously I've seen Emilia in action. I feel sorry for anyone who tries to hurt her to get to me. So yeah. We should talk.

valeas

( Emilia di Carlo has seen better days, by the look of her. Her battle leathers are torn, soot and cuts still on her face — but she doesn't give in to the exhaustion just yet, nor the bile in her throat. First, she addresses the people of Alem, dignified and resolute. )

Prince Haiva sacrificed himself and leaves his sister, the young Cle-Florens, spared.

I was witness.

( A pause, then, as she allows that to sink in. )

Hell is sealed.

You fought with valor so others might live. I'm glad to have fought beside you, and will remember your fallen just the same.

If you've yet to evacuate, the time is now. Hassir awaits.

spellsandcharms

[ After long consideration - couldn't she just approach the women in their group fitting the prince's description? - she's decided, reluctantly, this is the best way to pose the question. ]

The prince would apparently like to speak to one of you. The best description he could give was dark-haired, beautiful, with feet.

[ All said with absolute dry seriousness, if she's still a little nonplussed by 'she has feet.' More and more he reminds her of a daemon, talking nonsense that isn't nonsense. ]

I said I would ask.

valeas

( The video opens with Emilia sitting in the snow, clad in a velvet cloak to shield her from the day's chill. She isn't much of a presence lately, her recent stint back home having left her in the foulest mood. Those that know her probably sensed the proceed with caution vibes she emanated the days following the beacon disaster.

But today is a new day, and some things need doing. It starts with contacting Red for a personal heads up, and now:

Standing behind her is her ~~husband~~ betrothed in his trademark suit, not looking the slightest bit bothered or affected by the weather.

And behind Wrath is — well. The reason for this transmission. A creature the size of a medium horse plays in the snow, one of its three heads gnawing on a bone. Needless to say, the threat posed by one of the more vicious wolves has since been eliminated. )

This is ...

( At Emilia's careful pause, Wrath fondly supplies: )

A puppy.

( read more. )

bearshermark

I have access to forges. If anyone's weapon needs sharpened or reinforced before we leave, it isn't much trouble.

I also have a fair bit of spare steel now, if there's a need for custom weaponry. Of course, I don't have the materials to manage anything enchanted, but I'm a moderately skilled blacksmith otherwise.

weifinder

( Look, everyone else has been coherent about the bear. Because no one else is accosted in the nude. Wei Wuxian doesn't understand why he's so cursed, but when he fumbles his pendant, he's caught saying on visual where his shoulder, damp hair, and a dark ceiling is evident: )

-- Zhan! The bear!

( Which to the informed audience over the comms, means hearing a grumble roar of curiosity while Wei Wuxian yelps. The image falls, catching sight of his unclad, wet backside as he runs for a window, and a large, furry white mass fills the view.

You're welcome. He's on the naked run again. )

descendency

[ the video feed flicks on to a young man's grim, steel-eyed gaze. he strikes as a man who might be more attractive were he not so severe and dour, a natural softness to his features that does not take easily to his fury. rosy lips pulled taut in displeasure, he stares out as though scrutinizing an audience he has not yet gathered, who yet remains unseen. ]

It's Gabriel.

[ he states his own name with distaste, as though he would rather be doing anything but giving his name to these circumstances and that much is the plain truth of the matter. ]

I require the statuses of Beitang Moran [ insufferable know it all ], Wei Wuxian [ insufferable busybody ], and Five [ insufferable ].

As for the rest of you, would someone like to kindly tell me where the fuck we are and what the hell we're doing here?

strewth

[The voice is definitely English, a scouse accent mixing slightly with bits of Cockney, if one is the sort to recognize it.]

Lovely weather we're having in this sodding fishbowl. Nearly reminds me of home. Ah, hfff, something to lighten the spirit. I've got a story.

Have you lot heard of Ellethia? Couldn't tell you how it's spelled; I haven't the foggiest whether we're playing with Fake Latin or fake Greek. Gorgeous country, it is; proper Byronic. Maybe fake Greek, then.

It were haunted.

D'you remember a bloke prancing around during the communal head trip? Stroppy bastard he was, complaining to me about tea and infanticide. Reckon he had more sparkling conversation for you lot. Wore white. Ghosts in your Ellethia said he got a uniform from them. Or from there, at least.

Don't all rush to thank me. Weren't alone. Your girl Lila, she were dead helpful. Distracted the ghosts she did. I'm sure she'll love the credit, hehh.

And that'd make me John Constantine. [It rhymes with Clementine.] Ain't me first brush with ghosts, let's say. Magic, that rubbish, have you ever seen any? The real stuff, I mean.

traaaaaash

so that was a fun romp. everybody recovered?

y'know, our buddy wangji's post got me thinking -- what if that was a kind of in-between dimension? between this world, and maybe ours? something else entirely? i don't know -- anybody got portal experience here?

cosplayqueen

[A young teenage girl pops onto screen with a meek little wave and smile.] Hey! Long shot of all longs here, but... Ammi, Abu, Aamir? Squishy muffin? If you're seeing this, I'm okay! Tell Bruno not to do some crazy mad science to rescue me. I technically was already rescued by this really cool lady. Her name is Allison. I promise I'll get her to introduce herself on camera before I come home because yeah! [She chuckles nervously.] This is actually the part where I do the whole hero's journey back to you! Just be patient, okay? I swear I'm coming home. I love guys. You can click off here, okay? I want to talk to the other guys here. [She flashes a peace sign and counts to ten.]

Okay so assuming my friends and family clicked off by now! [She puts on a big smile.] Hi! I'm Kamala. First time ending up in a weird space and time. Any hot tips on how to survive the experience and keep parents from locking you in your room forever when it's over?

Oh! Before I get to all that I want to share with the class all the weird stuff that happened before Allison rescued me. For one: totally didn't drown! That's super weird because I have no idea how long I was down there. I also saw a lot of weird stuff while I was not drowning. I was having visions of these weird, blob-y creatures with me. Sometimes they'd look like me or people I know but, it wasn't really right? Does that make sense? This is so much easier when I have visuals... Anyways, I swear sometimes they were crying or howling or something. I think something was hurting them which is kind of sad. I mean they were just hanging out with me. I think I would have been really scared if they weren't there since it sucks to be alone. I hope they're okay.

[She sighs in frustration.] I don't know. Do you think it was real or one of those near death experience things? I feel like I'd imagine something way cooler like being rescued by Captain Marvel or at least Hulk. I've never been underwater for a super long time so maybe I'm wrong. Thoughts?

( action | closed to Allison )

( action | open to all on the Blood Moon )

blackscales

[ un: black prince | audio ]

[ It's been days since the kraken first appeared and half of them were forced to commandeer ships to escape. Some might have already figured out why the danger seems to be receding, however slowly, and so there really isn't any need for some big announcement. Certainly not a whole-ass debate over what to do with a magical object that summoned this mess and nearly dragged them down to the bottom of the ocean.

Some would disagree, and one such red-eyed prince insisted on hunting down an old man who thought they'd settled this already.

The feed that starts is audio only, but the clear sound of Wrathion's voice is easily recognisable. He appears to be talking to someone else, and although his tone is neutral enough anyone who has spoken to him at length can likely discern the faint note of irritation in his choice of wording. ]

This... artefact is alive, dangerous. The mermaids are drawn to it. The wards on the box I have secured it back inside contain it, to some degree, but not entirely. I would still have preferred it destroyed, but if you are so insistent on keeping it I must strongly recommend people are aware it travels with us. This party now has two mysteriously living body parts. You don't consider that a concern they deserve to be made aware of?

[ The voice that answers is, for those that recognise it, Five. He does not sound in the best of moods. ]

There's nothing to say. I told you already, we don't know what happens if we destroy it. We don’t need to make this any more complicated, so the best option is to keep it hidden until we figure this out. [ A pause and his tone gets sharper. ] Trust me, I've —

[ At this point, Five notices Wrathion is recording him when he starts to hear an echo. There's a muffled "really?" and a long silence when the device shuts off. When it turns back on several minutes later they seem to have reached an agreement, and Five's voice suddenly sounds clearer. ]

[ un: ut malum pluvia | audio ]

You might have noticed that we're all still alive. We called off Vane's mission, the magic tongue he used to unleash the undead armada is sealed away safely, and everything should be fine.

[ There. All the relevant details. Happy, Wrathion? ]

Congratulations, we won. Now can we get the hell out of here?

rumorate

[Set shortly after this conversation with the captain of the Queen Zanyra, Allison appears on the network. If she sounds a bit irritated, it's because she is. Caladan didn't exactly rub her the right way.]

I recently had a conversation with Caladan Kreil, the captain of the Queen Zanyra. Anduin already mentioned some of what he told me, about the nightmares and Vane seeing things, but he mentioned two other things that I think you all should know.

One, we're heading out to the place where Vane lost his last crew, and he seems to be pulling some kind of Captain Ahab routine to try and avenge them or some shit.

Two, the reward Kreil is after for helping Vane? Is ownership of the Pariah. Kreil made a not so veiled comment about how he will have say on who gets to stay on board and who doesn't.

[A beat.]

Though that might have just been his reaction to my sparkling personality.

blackscales

There's good news and bad news.

The positive side of this is I have a better understanding of what is happening.

The negative is the information doesn't appear to solve any immediate problems, but it does present some theories.

Firstly, it doesn't seem like the Huntress actually has any grand plans to take the fight to the Beastmaster. She was born locally and claims she just wants to visit the House of Ravens when it opens. According to her, it isn't possible to actually defeat him. I would argue she underestimates us, but I didn't want to tip my hand too heavily.

When the Beastmaster fully loses his powers she expects everyone else to as well. I did ask her if that was only magic or if it would be a drain of strength too, but she was unclear on that. Plenty of you have swords, after all.

I'm the least of the Beastmaster's fans, but it seems as if he has been against the concept of sacrifice. What I'm missing here is the full detail of what happens instead.

Let's begin at the beginning:

From what I understand, The Beastmaster was born Hyang-Won in Waihu. He came from a hunting family and had no particular fondness for the local beliefs and sacrifices. The Huntress was born in Waicai, and was fully sold on the sacrificial rites. Her birth name was Kye-geum but she married him as they were both strong hunting families and took the name Anui. One mystery solved there at least.

Regardless, they had a son and their clash of beliefs became a problem. She claims he was a good child who went to the House of Ravens willingly when it opened, but I wonder if the reason she's persued is the Beastmaster cannot forgive her the loss of their son.

The Huntress claims she doesn't hunt us, she flees him. She specifically said "if I go, it is because I am promised reprieve." That's certainly been the case here with us, and makes me wonder if someone suggested Taravast to her in the first place -- which would put a new spin on things.

Now, the House of Ravens only opens for a few days a year. Several are taken, but she suggests she doesn't know if her son was among them despite his going -- which makes me wonder if she thinks he might still be alive. She may be going to see it open to find out. Do several enter but they don't all die? A question.

So, we know the Beastmaster still takes people but supposedly is against the old ways of sacrifice. We've seen some dull-eyed villagers, which suggests something unpleasant is still done. We know along with these changes there was a White Wanderer who disliked the concept of worship only happening at the House of Ravens. We know he is associated with the dark water, which is safe when cold but has unpleasant side-effects when not.

I suspect the Beastmaster and the White Wanderer worked together on this. The dark water in the volcano is formed into some sort of mirror too, which made me think of reports of a pale man at the Ellethia tower. Experiments would be in line with what we know of the people there, especially ones that go awry -- perhaps this White Wanderer was a survivor from there, or someone who left before the catastrophic end.

Onto the volcano itself: it's been reported that the whole tribute process was not a direct sacrifice where they died due to the heat of the volcano, but a matter of absorbing a build up of magic to stave off eruption. My question here is, although many of these villagers were overwhelmed and died -- where did the Beastmaster and the Huntress gain their gifts? Did they go through a similar process yet survive, or develop them naturally?

If it's possible to survive the process, it's possible to stave off eruption safely. If we could find this White Wanderer, plenty of missing pieces might fit into place. Of course, there does appear to be a time limit.

chosenbylight

[Anduin stands, holding his pendant in his hand. His is a face that likely only a handful of those in the city will recognize -- and he is rather counting on that fact.

He smiles, looking somewhat tired and worn but aren't we all these days?]

Good evening, my friends. I apologize for bringing such trivial questions to you, however I fear that being one of the lucky few to newly arrive in the city, I do not share your history of knowledge.

[He is trying not to speechify. ~~Unlike some people, Wrathion.~~ Is it working? He will try harder.]

Of late there has been much discussion of justice, especially with regards to Bonaccorso and his niece and nephew. But what of the rest of the nobility? I have heard, for instance, there is a noblewoman who is rumored to have supplied weapons to the brotherhood as payment for Taravast's survival? Should such a person be held responsible for the consequences of her actions? Or, as with Macaluso, do we turn a blind eye to such acts themselves when taken for the greater good?

[Is he fishing for opinions on donna Rigarda? You bet he is. Is his innocent newbie act working for you? Look at these Big Blue Eyes...]

rumorate

[Given that they're probably sneaking or scrambling, about 2 hours into their little adventure, this message goes out to those involved, just to touch base.]

Moretti is giving us three hours to get ahold of Macaluso.

Let us know when you guys have him out?

[Short, sweet and to the point, but she'll take any information you guys have. Please help her out guys, she really doesn't want to have to rumor her.]

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valeas - video — un: starburst.
aprescoup - un: a lifetime ago
companionsgrasp - audio; un: a tentacute observation
somebadnews - un: ut malum pluvia | audio
damnable - [audio] un: nah (forward-dated to the 3rd)
cosplayqueen - video | un: slothbaby - after hell is sealed/on their way to safety
valeas - un: starburst, toward the end of this arc.
spellsandcharms - un: ivory doll » video
valeas - video — un: starburst | backdated mid to late december.
bearshermark - [un: steward] voice;
weifinder - un: stormrider
descendency - video; un: peekaboo
strewth - un: wooden dice.
traaaaaash - text; un: owl lady
cosplayqueen - un: yo yo yoyo | video
blackscales - [ un: black prince / ut malum pluvia | audio ]
rumorate - voice | @taken for granite
blackscales - un: Black Prince; text
chosenbylight - video; un: white pawn
rumorate - ᶾ 003 ; text | @taken for granite ; for team macaluso + jon snow

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Entries tagged with umbrella academy: allison

video — un: starburst.

un: a lifetime ago

audio; un: a tentacute observation

un: ut malum pluvia | audio

[audio] un: nah (forward-dated to the 3rd)

video | un: slothbaby - after hell is sealed/on their way to safety

un: starburst, toward the end of this arc.

un: ivory doll » video

video — un: starburst | backdated mid to late december.

[un: steward] voice;

un: stormrider

video; un: peekaboo

un: wooden dice.

text; un: owl lady

un: yo yo yoyo | video

[ un: black prince / ut malum pluvia | audio ]

voice | @taken for granite

un: Black Prince; text

video; un: white pawn

ᶾ 003 ; text | @taken for granite ; for team macaluso + jon snow