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diatu2020-01-13 09:38 pm
tiredcharmer) wrote in diatu2020-01-13 09:38 pm
White Mourning [semi-open]
Who: Tyzias, her depression, and you!
What: Tyzias comes out of her self-imposed exile.
When: Early January
Where: The Campus
Warnings: Depression, minor dysphoria, implied suicidal ideation
Notes: The warnings are serious. If you're triggered by any of these topics, please don't open the cut text.
Caustic Echo (open)
After the Third Calamity descended upon Diatu and Tyzias was forced to reveal her true nature to save it, she disappeared.
Well, that's not exactly accurate. She got healed, made her excuses, walked to her room, locked the door, and didn't come out for eight days. There were no responses to any knocks at the door, and any attempts to force an entrance were met with stalwart automatic warding magics.
Eight days later, the goddess emerges from her room. And boy howdy she does not look good. Tyzias wears the exact same clothes that she did during the final battle, bloodied and torn and rumpled and dirty. Her eyepatch is only half-on, revealing the mess of scar tissue and dark mist seething underneath. She shambles forward with undeniable intent and a blank expression on her face, which is covered with an abomination that's half-five o'clock shadow, half-full beard. Looking at the damn thing is liable to make someone depressed all on its own.
Then Tyzias reaches her destination: a fountain in a secluded courtyard. Carelessly, thoughtlessly, she retrieves one of her numerous blades and dips it in the water. Normally Tyzias is efficient and precise with her movements whenever she has a weapon out, with the sort of caution you'd expect a master of the craft to have. Now it's like she doesn't give a damn whether she hurts herself or anyone else.
She dips it in the water, then begins hacking away at her face. Bit by it. Millimeter by millimeter. The beard slowly begins to disappear.
Sometimes, Tyzias flings the sword away (it inevitably sinks hilt-deep into a wall), and collapses against the fountain, not crying. There's a very distinct lack of crying that's almost unnatural. It's a void where crying should be.
The work takes hours.
Volumetric Shit Compressor (open)
gone bustin' - tyzias
That's what the hastily-scrawled note on Tyzias's front door reads. What it means is anyone's guess, unless said anyone is an expert on Earth pop-culture and is familiar with the undead situation in the caverns.
For several days, Tyzias is a ghostly presence around campus, stalking the hallways at random times, picking at tiny portions of food, and tossing used swords and other weapons away. Then she vanishes again.
Somebody stalking her, or passing by the entrance of the catacombs by chance, may find Tyzias performing a complex key ritual at the barrier to enter—after all, she was the one who designed the current security system.
Then, once inside, she rips and tears. Decayed gore and dried blood and disturbingly solid ectoplasm spatter the cave walls as Tyzias mechanically and recklessly annihilates the undead horde. She gives no thoughts to defense, of dodging, simply taking the attacks as they come and continuing with her assault until everything in the room is double-dead. Tyzias uses every weapon available to here like a club, smashing through her foes with absolutely no technique.
In fact, when you approach her on one of these missions, she just
Reaches out
Clamps her fingers around a zombie's head
And squeezes
Until it bursts like a ripe melon.
This probably isn't healthy.
Rigorous (Self) Critique (Closed to Yuume)
When Yuume finally arrives for her scheduled research session with Tyzias, she's a sight different than the ghost that was flitting around the campus just a day prior. Completely clean-shaven, smiling gently as she sketches some notes, knee jittering up and down... she's possessed by an almost manic energy that's the polar opposite of what she's been like for more than a week now. (Not that Yuume would know that, considering that they met over bulletin a mere day prior.)
Tyzias swivels in her chair and offers a two-fingered salute to Yuume, grinning crookedly. "Yo. Are you Yuume?"
Some Kind of Superstar (Closed to Seto)
A Duel Monsters card flies at Seto seemingly out of nowhere, with unerring aim and accuracy.
Tyzias emerges from the shadows, filled with that same manic energy. "Alright. How 'bout we do it properly this time? I think I owe you that after you helped save everyone's collective ass, mine included, on Christmas Eve." There's a hint of irony in that last phrase that's impossible to decipher the meaning of.
Finger on the Eject Button (Closed to Close Friends and Family (including Sophie))
Tyzias sits atop the clocktower, legs dangling over the abyss as she looks out over the campus with an unreadable expression. In Tyzias's hands is an old and battered textbook, its title barely legible through the wear, tear, stabbings, slashings, burns, and forces that it's been exposed to, even if one can read an alien language such as this. The spiked gavel on the cover, stained as it is, reveals its purpose: a receptacle of law. Wind skims the voids keeping classmates apart, as if grazing the hollow of a cut reed. A familiar note is produced: it's the one Desolation plays to keep its instrument in tune.
It is a day like any other in Tyzias's life, except something is missing now, and has been for weeks. Her hope, her dream, the one thing that kept her going this past sweep, is extinguished like a candle in the face of a wrathful gale. Her present conundrum is only the latest the latest sleight of hand in the repertoire of an unseen riddler, one to engender a sense not of mirth, but of lack. Their coarse schemes are those less of a prankster than a common pickpocket. Their riddle is Absence itself. It is a mystery dispersing altogether, like the moon's faint reflection, with even one pebble of inquiry dropped in its black well. It is the most diabolical riddle of all.
"Absence diminishes little passionsand increases great ones, as wind extinguishes candles and fans a fire."
Tyzias needs help. But who will be the one to give it?
What: Tyzias comes out of her self-imposed exile.
When: Early January
Where: The Campus
Warnings: Depression, minor dysphoria, implied suicidal ideation
Notes: The warnings are serious. If you're triggered by any of these topics, please don't open the cut text.
Caustic Echo (open)
After the Third Calamity descended upon Diatu and Tyzias was forced to reveal her true nature to save it, she disappeared.
Well, that's not exactly accurate. She got healed, made her excuses, walked to her room, locked the door, and didn't come out for eight days. There were no responses to any knocks at the door, and any attempts to force an entrance were met with stalwart automatic warding magics.
Eight days later, the goddess emerges from her room. And boy howdy she does not look good. Tyzias wears the exact same clothes that she did during the final battle, bloodied and torn and rumpled and dirty. Her eyepatch is only half-on, revealing the mess of scar tissue and dark mist seething underneath. She shambles forward with undeniable intent and a blank expression on her face, which is covered with an abomination that's half-five o'clock shadow, half-full beard. Looking at the damn thing is liable to make someone depressed all on its own.
Then Tyzias reaches her destination: a fountain in a secluded courtyard. Carelessly, thoughtlessly, she retrieves one of her numerous blades and dips it in the water. Normally Tyzias is efficient and precise with her movements whenever she has a weapon out, with the sort of caution you'd expect a master of the craft to have. Now it's like she doesn't give a damn whether she hurts herself or anyone else.
She dips it in the water, then begins hacking away at her face. Bit by it. Millimeter by millimeter. The beard slowly begins to disappear.
Sometimes, Tyzias flings the sword away (it inevitably sinks hilt-deep into a wall), and collapses against the fountain, not crying. There's a very distinct lack of crying that's almost unnatural. It's a void where crying should be.
The work takes hours.
Volumetric Shit Compressor (open)
gone bustin' - tyzias
That's what the hastily-scrawled note on Tyzias's front door reads. What it means is anyone's guess, unless said anyone is an expert on Earth pop-culture and is familiar with the undead situation in the caverns.
For several days, Tyzias is a ghostly presence around campus, stalking the hallways at random times, picking at tiny portions of food, and tossing used swords and other weapons away. Then she vanishes again.
Somebody stalking her, or passing by the entrance of the catacombs by chance, may find Tyzias performing a complex key ritual at the barrier to enter—after all, she was the one who designed the current security system.
Then, once inside, she rips and tears. Decayed gore and dried blood and disturbingly solid ectoplasm spatter the cave walls as Tyzias mechanically and recklessly annihilates the undead horde. She gives no thoughts to defense, of dodging, simply taking the attacks as they come and continuing with her assault until everything in the room is double-dead. Tyzias uses every weapon available to here like a club, smashing through her foes with absolutely no technique.
In fact, when you approach her on one of these missions, she just
Reaches out
Clamps her fingers around a zombie's head
And squeezes
Until it bursts like a ripe melon.
This probably isn't healthy.
Rigorous (Self) Critique (Closed to Yuume)
When Yuume finally arrives for her scheduled research session with Tyzias, she's a sight different than the ghost that was flitting around the campus just a day prior. Completely clean-shaven, smiling gently as she sketches some notes, knee jittering up and down... she's possessed by an almost manic energy that's the polar opposite of what she's been like for more than a week now. (Not that Yuume would know that, considering that they met over bulletin a mere day prior.)
Tyzias swivels in her chair and offers a two-fingered salute to Yuume, grinning crookedly. "Yo. Are you Yuume?"
Some Kind of Superstar (Closed to Seto)
A Duel Monsters card flies at Seto seemingly out of nowhere, with unerring aim and accuracy.
Tyzias emerges from the shadows, filled with that same manic energy. "Alright. How 'bout we do it properly this time? I think I owe you that after you helped save everyone's collective ass, mine included, on Christmas Eve." There's a hint of irony in that last phrase that's impossible to decipher the meaning of.
Finger on the Eject Button (Closed to Close Friends and Family (including Sophie))
Tyzias sits atop the clocktower, legs dangling over the abyss as she looks out over the campus with an unreadable expression. In Tyzias's hands is an old and battered textbook, its title barely legible through the wear, tear, stabbings, slashings, burns, and forces that it's been exposed to, even if one can read an alien language such as this. The spiked gavel on the cover, stained as it is, reveals its purpose: a receptacle of law. Wind skims the voids keeping classmates apart, as if grazing the hollow of a cut reed. A familiar note is produced: it's the one Desolation plays to keep its instrument in tune.
It is a day like any other in Tyzias's life, except something is missing now, and has been for weeks. Her hope, her dream, the one thing that kept her going this past sweep, is extinguished like a candle in the face of a wrathful gale. Her present conundrum is only the latest the latest sleight of hand in the repertoire of an unseen riddler, one to engender a sense not of mirth, but of lack. Their coarse schemes are those less of a prankster than a common pickpocket. Their riddle is Absence itself. It is a mystery dispersing altogether, like the moon's faint reflection, with even one pebble of inquiry dropped in its black well. It is the most diabolical riddle of all.
"Absence diminishes little passions
Tyzias needs help. But who will be the one to give it?
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"This," she points to the massive stack of other journals, "is everything along the same lines from all the other worlds I've visited, including a classification system and a unifying theory of universal templating.
"Where do you want to start?"
no subject
i am so, so sorry
Chew. Chomp. Crack. The toothpick breaks in between Tyzias's fangs, and she swears under her breath as she takes out another and pops it between her lips.
no subject
"Ah- Ah-m, well," shit "I actually arrived on top of part of the history, you could say- a great stone being known as Muse," she begins, before ultimately moving into what Muse had all spoken to her of during their time together. "I plan to send him a letter at the end of the month; he reminds me of my own world, if I'm honest."
no subject
She trails off, cocking her head to the side as she assesses Yuume with an odd look in her eye. Then she
leans across the table,
cups Yuume's chin in her hand, tilting her head up,
and drills into her eyes with a chilling, piercing gaze, face just a few inches away from hers.
no subject
"D...Did.." Hold on. What's happening here!? She wants to say this is definitely flirting at this point, but what if it isn't? What if-
What-
Yuume looks rather like a cherry, for the moment. "Is...there something on my face?" she manages to squeak rather pathetically.
no subject
oh,
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"....Hah?"
no subject
"...I mean no offense, by the way. You're way cooler than him even if he helped save my life.
"Also hotter." Tyzias says this matter-of-factly, like there's absolutely no implications tied to it.
no subject
Might. "H-hotter!?" she chokes, somehow managing to go even more red.
Somehow, Tsuchi's squeaking sounds like laughter from the side.
At any rate. "More importantly- just why would you ask that to begin with?" Maybe she saw some resemblance?? She probably saw some resemblance- "If it's something about looking similar-"
She's getting cut off, isn't she.
IF I MAKE IT THROUGH TONIGHT EVERYBODY'S GONNA HEAR ME OUT
(It was an accident. Really.)
Moving with liquid grace, Tyzias swipes a journal from the pile, flips it open, and shows it to Yuume. "See, I'm working on a theory. Hoppers—personal term for people who get abducted by worlds for some reason or another—tend to get picked in flocks from the same world, even knowing one another, despite the functionally infinite worlds with sentient life out there. Furthermore, the vast majority of them adhere to the base bipedal model despite variance in species. This makes me think that there's some sort of almost... gravitational pull hoppers have on other, similar hoppers that makes whatever D-World (distressed world, there's typically some problem or ongoing crisis the hoppers need to solve although there are some exceptions) they've landed on more likely to choose other hoppers with similar characteristics, especially ones that they share interpersonal relationships with. If you're related to Kaiba, that adds another bit of evidence to my theory."
lord,
on the other, the mood...is gone.
"That explains where you're going with it, but not entirely where you started from," she remarks rather dryly. "What prompted you to mention 'Seto Kaiba' to begin with?"
no subject
“Also my Heir of Blood abilities give me a bit of insight into relationships and bonds, even when I don’t have my god-tier.”
what,
no subject
Coincidence? There's that other thing though, unfortunately, and-
"You're saying you used magic to determine who I could be related to here?"
no subject
"...but I'm getting the feeling you don't want me to pry, so I won't pry. Where were we?"
no subject
"It...isn't necessarily as private so much as awkward- at the very least you're now the first to even know. I certainly haven't told him. He would have been the brother to my great grandfather," she goes on quietly, hoping not to be listened in on if any pass them by. "...I would rather not make things odd between myself and him as a result. ....for all you said of him, he seemed pleasant enough to me actually?" Hm. She shrugs. "Circumstances affect everything I suppose. As it is...if you could keep it to yourself for now I'd be grateful. Explaining future events to an ancestor isn't something I look forward to."
Now. WHERE were they? "We were talking about Muse, right?" She goes on to explain the giant, even covering their first attempt at reaching society.
"They townspeople didn't seem entirely keen on a massive stone being at their gates..." She laughs at that point of the tale, chuckling quietly.
no subject
Throughout Yuume's explanation, Tyzias scribbles down notes at a blinding speed, occasionally double-checking and cross-referencing other journals and flipping between the pages of the Ten Kingdoms one. She snickers along with Yuume (her laugh is what most people would consider ugly, wheezing and filled with snorts, but it's delightfully honest) at the end of her anecdote. "Oh, yeah, that definitely scans. I downright lost count of how many idiots tried to slay me on my way here. Like. C'mon. What is it about me that seems threatening enough to warrant a Heroic Battle with?"
just about your everything in your uncloaked form tyzias,
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She digresses though- back to what they're here for. "I wouldn't say threatening in the way of something eager to fight, but I can tell you that you look more than capable- the scars at least talk of close encounters." She sounds rather impressed about it.
no subject
"The muscles are all training, though."
no subject
One hand up, for a second. "...Muscles aside, and I should ask if you've found a place to keep up with that sort of training here then, but...Dying?" Uh.
"You've literally died 96 times?"
no subject
"Granted, 51 of those technically never happened due to Priority-1 Class Time Travel shenanigans, but yes."
no subject
"...I feel like I have questions," she starts, after a lengthy pause. "...But I can't even be sure what they'd be."
That happens.
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"...Are you going to be...alright?" she finds herself saying without pause, looking aside right after. "...I know we've only met recently- it's not my place to ask. ...But with saying something like that..."
no subject
"...your concern is sweet, though."
(no subject)
wrap after yuume tag?
ye sounds good