catchall; ryn

[toyska]

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w0, late wednesday

[toyska]

[HELLO RYN so they meet again... this is probably on the way back from the party somewhere. Childe's got the last of a drink in his hand as he wanders back in the general direction of the dorms; he doesn't look particularly drunk, but maybe he's just a good actor? Who knows.

He greets Ryn with a little wave!]

Had a good time?

[voidshift]

As good as you can have, in hell.

[he seems pleased enough, though the drunkenness shows a little more on him-- his ears are kind of droopy, like they just don't want to stay perked upright.]

And you?

[toyska]

[I, pixi, poke his lil ears

Imagine if I was like "the Seelie is also drunk" but no, it's just floating around as usual. Doing its thing.]

Haha, I'd say the same. [LIKE... PARTIES ARE FINE... BUT ALSO...] I'm getting mixed signals about this hospitality, but I'm not sure how much we can do besides go along with it.

week 0, saturday

[toyska]

[HELLO RYN... glad to see you again after discovering the true definition of being In Hell...

Whenever they cross paths, he greets him with a nod, and just, honestly--]

Well, that was terrible.

[voidshift]

It was a joke.

[he hates this, thanks. his hair tendrils are wriggling in agitation.]

w1 wednesday

[voidshift]

Well, could have been worse.

[hi childe. he's taking a little time to chill after minievent time-- he's a writer, not a performer, so however this went it was undoubtedly Exhausting.

anyway, he's nudging a drink at him; ryn already has one in hand, untouched yet.]

Here-- try this. I could swear it tastes exactly like a type of manawine from home, but everyone else seems to think it's something completely different. I'm curious what it is for you.

[toyska]

At least no one chanted "meat" at us.

[GOD.

Childe says that, but he clearly had a perfectly good time performing... someone doesn't have stage fright. He takes the drink, but he eyes it dubiously.]

The last one I tried here was a little odd, but maybe this one will be better. [He doesn't seem convinced, though]

w1 saturday

[voidshift]

[voids us...

he's just finding childe, wherever he is.]

Kind of feel like I want to hit something, honestly.

[toyska]

You can always hit me, if you'd like.

[Childe you've been fighting all day]

w1, monday or tuesday

[toyska]

[Whichever works better! THEY ARE IN (throws dart) the music store; Childe is looking around with interest, since a lot of this is new to him.]

I recognize some of these instruments, but I've never seen most of these things before.

[voidshift]

Some of them are new to me, too- we only really had ways to record things magically, nothing quite like this.

[at least nothing that he would touch... goblins have probably built boomboxes and he refuses to acknowledge them]

w2 wednesday

[voidshift]

[hello childe. ryn's finding him somewhere after their Boat Escapades, with the makeshift staff chandra helped with in hand.]

There you are-- do you have a little time free?

[toyska]

[HERE THEY ARE after all the chaos and carnage. His favorite.]

Sure, what do you need?

w2, saturday

[toyska]

[HELLO STRESSED LAD... Childe snagged a bottle of alcohol and left shortly after trial, but he's here, just wandering with his hands in his pockets.

He nods in greeting, though he doesn't say anything, and his expression is calm, if less relaxed and cheerful than usual.]

[voidshift]

...well. Congratulations to us, I suppose.

[it's very flat, though. his ears are still laid back.]

w3, monday or tuesday

[toyska]

[Hello Ryn! Hope you're doing well on this fine day. Wherever they are and whatever they're doing--hanging out, or simply crossing paths, whatever--quite suddenly, the ground falls out beneath them; very abruptly, a memory begins to play out.

Well! Awkward.]

[voidshift]

[...ah. that-- it resonates, in a couple of ways, enough that his own memory comes up before he can fully react.

the landscape within the rift is distorted, broken. remnants of a world long lost to the void and its creatures, assimilated into the rift itself in its fractured state. the stars are everywhere, if one peers over a ledge; there's no horizon, no solid ground except these chunks of rock and land.

he's bound, here, contained in and suffused with void energies by his people's captor, one of the more powerful creatures here. they misstepped, the path they used to get here all a trap, the power they sought fed into them in an effort to convert them-- and in his head he hears myriad voices whispering, beckoning. offering anything they want, if they will only serve.

someone else is fighting the nether-prince who holds them here, he can tell vaguely, but his attention is too focused on upholding his own will. i'm a priest of the shadow. i've walked this path, already, i don't have to serve to gain power.

but he could have more, they whisper, promises interspersed with less understandable whispers. 'ywaq mh'naus wgah zaix zygtahg; y'za noq mah. do you feel it, your end? the end of all things?' they whisper between the reminders of power, in a cacophony of howling voices. 'you will be mine. ours. mine.'

it's taking hold, he thinks, whatever these energies are doing to him. the voices grow louder-- they probe into his thoughts, as he feels the shadow permeate his body. his magic, even his soul, maybe. he won't-- he can't, they won't use him.

they force memories to the forefront of his mind, cutting in with a blur. himself, a little younger, barely conscious and surrounded by bodies in the ice and snow, the undead tearing at him. they've lost, the others all fallen, make it stop make it stop hurting just let me die i want to die i'd rather die--

-and then himself, later, his body wreathed in shadow, another priest observing with cold detachment. 'if you do not control it,' they say, 'it will control you.'

'i can,' he answers, determined. i'll never be powerless again. never feel that way again. ever.

the whispers remind him, gently, just how strong he could be. how he would never worry about a thing again. they will end it all, they will devour it all, there will be nothing of it left.

by the time the prison breaks, he's thoroughly suffused with the void, the whispers maddeningly clear in his mind, and he wastes no time. he takes hold of that power and refuses to let it go, clinging to his will and focus, to the certainty that he will master it before it ever masters him. it's almost overwhelming in its strength, in the raw volatile energy of it, but he forces it to stabilize, channels it through his body until he can feel it writhe around him.

it's cold, but in a familiar way. a chill that settles in without freezing him, tendrils of shadow coiling from his limbs as he lifts a hand to inspect its new hue, the aura seemingly harmless despite the inherent hunger he knows the void has always harbored.

it knows him as well as he knows it, now. but it doesn't control him. it won't.

....rynlan steps back from the screen, then, hair tentacles writhing a bit with his discomfort, but he doesn't look away from childe, just glances up to meet his eyes.]

--they seem a little similar.

[that place and his world's void.]

w3 sunday

[voidshift]

[hi childe. ryn is around, somewhere, just sort of hanging out; he's still going with the hoodie & skirt fashion, it seems like, settled in on the ground and vibing.

he gives him a nod on spotting him, though.]

...felt a little less overall traumatic this time, at least.

[toyska]

[The way I fucking closed my email tab and was like "wow everyone is so quiet today"

Childe is also here hanging out, though! He stayed for the whole execution, but it didn't seem to bother him the way the past two did; he nods in both greeting and agreement as he comes to join Rynlan.]

I didn't really talk to Miss Uriel, but Chandra did seem like that kind of person. [Childe's actually more surprised that he seemed close to Uriel but that's because he kind of assumed Chandra was genuinely as prickly as Scaramouche]

w4, monday

[voidshift]

[hello... you can find ryn on the new island, trying to explore a house, but he's only managed a little bit of climbing. he's just sprawled on a ledge, flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling like he wants to just be consumed by whatever he's laying on.]

[toyska]

[OKAY BUT LIKE why is Ryn valid though

Childe hasn't gotten annoyed by this island just yet, so he wanders over, looking amused.]

Doing alright down there, comrade?

w4, thursday

[toyska]

[The way I just sat here for like five minutes trying to figure out what week it is

ANYWAY Childe will come to check on him!! HOW IS HE DOING is he still covered in blood, is he cleaned up, what's the sitch]

[voidshift]

[he's in the library! it looks like he's been at least somewhat cleaned up, and he's wearing a cat hoodie instead of the uniform coat he showed up in.

he also looks feverish, though, and is still wearing the uniform pants; purple-runed metal shows through a couple of tears in the left leg, and the right is still ripped up and bloodstained, but with bandages underneath.]

w7, Monday

[toyska]

[THEY SAW EACH OTHER IN PUBLIC A LITTLE BIT AGO but whatever it's fine here they are again. Childe waves!!]

Haha, I bet you're feeling better.

[voidshift]

Much better. Seems like you're happier with your abilities restored, too.

[he's still like, fully wreathed in shadow, just perching on something and hovering a couple inches above whatever he's sitting on. god he loves having magic back.]