Hidden Eyes [Unbonded RP]


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Post Mon Jun 18, 2018 10:28 pm

Re: Hidden Eyes [Unbonded RP]

(No worries, I think a lot of people got busy suddenly, so I've just been watching the post :) As far as I'm concerned, it's still ongoing ^^ )
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Post Tue Dec 11, 2018 3:17 pm

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So it’s been quite a while and I would love to pick it back up and not drop the ball on you all again, but I know things have gotten pretty quiet around here again. Just wanted to check in, figure things might pick up again as they sometimes have around holiday... Thoughts??
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Post Wed Dec 12, 2018 3:46 pm

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I'd be happy to pick this up again :) The lore is pretty interesting, and I'm looking forward to learning more!
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Post Sun Dec 16, 2018 11:10 am

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Web. NightTears. Tigress. Silk. Vineda smiled at each in a friendly way, Shamrock sending a nod to each as they introduced themselves. Somehow they all seemed rather familiar with one another. Memories of a more active and social time threatened to turn into a wistful sigh, but she brushed the thought away. She was simply glad to see others drawn here now to meet this unbonded envoy.

This Cipher seemed lit with an amusement that did not falter, a whimsical constant observation of the world around her. That in itself seemed to tug at the girl, made her want to speak more with her and see what new riddles the mare would answer with. Shamrock’s chuckled comment made her grin openly. What I wouldn’t give for an ‘overabundance of curiosity’ outbreak. Her thoughts, however, tugged at some of the other commentary. So the Bonded had a poor reputation, eh? The Factions hear rumors of us? Can you tell us more of them, that we will not be relying on rumors of them in return? One had to wonder where all the rumors came from.

Then the winged one darkened a bit, and her worry spread across both bondeds’ features in response. The passion she displayed was contagious. Pitfalls thinning her Altar’s ranks? Dangrously letting Serians find their way alone? Was your quarrel over the Silent Song about their Bonding? Their ability? It struck her as the words left her how very direct she was being, and she bit her lip. Drawing herself in a bit, she shot a contrite look at the ethereal mare. She imagined this might amuse her, but she hated to think she may have been rude. Curiosity, indeed.

Vin looked to Shamrock, curious about his thoughts. She knew so little about the guardian Serian Prophet, but had trouble grasping the concept of him recklessly endangering Serians from this Altar she’d just recently learned of. The brooding expression stayed on Sham’s face, but he did not share any concerns aloud. The challenge was weeding through all of the questions Cipher’s tidbits generated, but as she turned back to the mare another form neared.

A grin lightened Vin’s face as she recognized Talia, and she looked to her Serian companion to place her name. Once there had been tell of a short encounter with the bright beauty long ago, if memory served...
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Post Fri Dec 21, 2018 2:50 pm

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For all the subtle mystery that cloaked her, Cipher gave them their answers freely, and more forthrightly than Web would have expected. She did not miss the intensity with which they were each regarded, though—some unknown quantity moving under the stranger’s pleasant expression like a shadow on the sea. But those in Sethe’s keep were steeped in such maneuverings. Again, perhaps she’d been gone so long, tangled so deep, that she read some silent working when there was none.

Watch. The touch on her mind still light and loose in its suggestion. Learn.

There was the old wound between those Bonded and those who chose not to. She did not know how much NightTears knew of these things, being born to a Circle and not an Altar, but somehow his question had hit right at the root. Ah, kannagi-san—she should’ve known. He had gone so still beside her, after his greeting bow; she flicked her tail at him, just so, felt the cool dart of calm along their bond in return. Still here, still watchful.

Listen.

Fire sparked, licked itself into the mare’s words and expressions—the mention of the Silent Song,
her Altar. Web recognized the ferocity, had worn the weight and shape of it in her own soul: my duty, my Bonded, mine to protect, mine to reclaim, mine to—mine. Her will, and under it the Bond, echoing, feeding. Her shoulder brushed against NightTears’ suddenly, and she could not tell which of them had closed the distance. “Has Prophet kept you from your people, then?” she ventured, finding it hard, somewhat, to reconcile what little she knew of the Land’s guardian with all that Cipher now revealed. Interesting—the thought not wholly her own.

But then the shift, the tension reined back and folded away, a mirror of the duality she’d claimed in her naming—and with this, another familiar face, and Web felt her heart warm as it hadn’t for a long, long time.

“Gem,” she murmured, and, after a beat of hesitation, allowed herself to reach out with a fond nudge. “Indeed, it has, and”—the truth surprised her, how easily it came to her lips—“I missed you.”

Chaos, Gem, so many threads of her past woven into this stranger’s sudden coming. The tether in her soul tugged at her, sharply, cutting fine as a strand of her webbing.
Our intention. Do not distract yourself. But she’d heard Shamrock’s question, Vineda’s, their clarity pushing farther than she had words to yet.

Sethe had Bonded with no Silent Song as of yet, after all.

NightTears pulled away from her, suddenly, a half-step forward as if by an unseen push—yet his eyes, when she looked to them, were still dark, still clear. "The Bond," he said, the word heavy even in his quiet tone. "What do you wish to know from us, to slake your curiosity?"
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Post Sun May 05, 2019 10:59 am

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OOC| I know it'll be a while before this picks back up again, so hopefully it's alright to go ahead and take advantage of the quiet to jump in as well?

BIC| The gathering took him by surprise, mostly because not all the shapes in the dusk-dim evening were those of Serians. It was rare for any others to venture this far into the haven that his species held claim to. One looked feline, which was enough of an anomaly, but there were others on two feet; the bonded.

Well if it was to be a gathering of bonded that he stumbled upon, there was only one course of action. Closing his eyes, he sent a tug down the thread that linked his soul to another creature. It may be considered a kind of magic, but then so could their ability to speak mind-to-mind, and both were so inherently basic that even Warriors could achieve them. To form such bonds, either with strangers or with their own kind for the creation circles, was not done lightly. These were links that went far deeper than the mind-touch of telepathy and signified a monumental commitment. Yet if even a Warrior could manage to create these ties, then someone with his magical prowess didn't even have to try in order to finesse the ties of bonding. To touch upon the link was enough, and she felt him.

The air rippled, shimmering veils between realms fluttering aside to allow passage, and she was beside him as the evening encroached upon the death of daylight. She was a centaur this time, or something that might be called that - an equine base, the deep midnight blue that storms flashed when lightning danced at night, and rather than a neck a different sort of top half, essentially humanoid. Both sets of shoulders boasted massive, storm-black wings that shimmered with a raven's iridescence. Her upper half was a lighter shade of blue than her base, the pale blue of ice in a moonlit pre-dawn, with a strange face and three-fingered hands. That face turned towards him as she stepped closer, reaching out to close the distance.

The hand cupped the top of his neck, the fingers disappearing into the plasma that broiled around him, a vital release of energy that mimicked a mane for his hairless form. The light of it remained, but he felt the heat drain instantly, absorbed by her touch; it would be safe to be near him, so long as her touch remained. The horse ears that perked towards him attentively from the top of her head indicated more than her face ever could.

He wondered if he had interrupted something as it was rare for her to come to him in this shape, but he didn't ask; it didn't matter. She came, either way. Her gaze fell upon his nude pink form with the same intensity that gave his own eyes a weight when they fell to others, and he felt himself breathe easier. He was still figuring out how to handle others, but this one - with this creature, there was nothing to figure out. He simply was. It comforted him.

There were too many others at home, too many things he wasn't allowed to kill, places he wasn't supposed to destroy. Too much to be careful of. He had thought that a stroll in a different land might ease the tight itch under his skin. It had allowed him to reflect on his bondkin, Caustic; he was another that had to be cautious with others. Always so careful. Life would be so much easier if he could simply watch it all burn.

His element was plasma, the gas that makes up most of the observable universe, and acts as a major part of most of what burns in the sky. He and Hybrid had run a few successful experiments together, with his effort to shape the plasma clouds to more predictably direct the electric flow of Hybrid's lightning; influencing plasma was a simple matter of magnetic energy, whereas it took a lot more effort for Hybrid to pinpoint his electrical pulses. Hybrid was one of those few creatures he didn't worry about destroying. Lightning was only a few steps away from being plasma, after all. For his fully realized elemental sway, however, one would need to delve into the heart of a star.

He couldn't release that energy here, especially not with others around, but he could bring his bonded to a gathering of other bonded and distract himself for just a moment longer.

Why don't you walk these lands as they seem to? he asked her, drawing her attention to the cluster that stood just a little ways off. He watched her turn her gaze towards them, felt her take a moment to assess; if he had felt threatened himself he could have called Caustic or Eternal for aid, rather than her; if he had worried about causing harm he would be forcing his influences to disperse as much as he could; instead he stood just outside of a gathering, asking why she hadn't already been here.

Ah. Bondeds. She saw some familiar faces as they drew closer and vaguely wondered if any of them would be able to recognize her; she was certain none of them had seen her in this form before.

The lone mare was another of Plasma's kind; even in the dim glow of dusk it was clear that the light didn't react to her as it did the others, that the shadows weren't as deep, the shine of her coat less prominent. It seemed to nearly filter through those of his alter.

She would have heard his question, sent in the ether-link that the Silent Songs alone could access - something she had put to good use with her people, once he had helped her to study it. She answered in the same thread, speaking to him through the ether, where distance was only a perception. There was no sense in warning him that this other could hear them, as he would already know, so she simply dismissed the concern.

Why do you not strive to tame the magic beyond these hills? she countered.

Plasma looked at her and blinked, surprised at how obvious it was. Of course she hadn't been wandering in this realm; he was of these lands, created by this realm, and yet it was no longer where his home was, no longer his only haven. It worked well as a chance to step away from his life for a while, but his concern, his purpose, was not to battle the storms that ripped the distant mountains. His life wasn't here, nor were his priorities or even most of his loyalty. The pitfalls of bonding, perhaps; though he was stronger for sharing ties with her, his life and thus his priorities were no longer here. This was not his crusade.

Ah, he replied, knowing that she had sought to provide him an answer rather than to seek one from him.

They reached the others at the same time, nearly in step with one another, her hand still resting upon his neck. He hadn't noticed that she was taller than him before. Not by much; the peak of her withers was perhaps a half a hand above his own, the top of her back visible beyond his by a couple of inches. Her wings rustled softly as mist and fog tickled around her hooves, and she glanced down wryly as she noticed a soft glow hidden within; Plasma, feeling coy, had taken it upon himself to create fetlocks. At least while she touched him and he wouldn't be baking the earth because of it.

Greetings and well met, she said, casting her eyes to each in turn, seeking a spark of recognition, before settling on the mare that everyone had gathered around.

Hopefully, Plasma added wryly in that special speech, and a spark of amusement lit her eyes. In the normal manner he said A group of the bonded, speaking of bonds and factions, could be of relevance to us all. We will share what we can, in exchange for intruding.

I am called Songhue here, she added, taking the introductions upon herself, And this is Plasma.

What are the unbound factions seeking?

Plasma felt the hand on his neck shift slightly, the hand gripping rather than resting now. She would act as his coach, indicating with a subtle touch if he were somehow crossing some kind of social limitation; that she didn't press with her fingers meant he hadn't been too direct with the question.

It was perhaps ironic that while the element plasma held a perfect balance within the ions and electrons, the closest thing the Serian held to internal balance was an absolute lack of empathy. His was not a gentle nature, and as a result he was often abrasive without realizing it. But then, perhaps he made up for his emotional deficit with his passion for those few who could catch his attention.

Ions and electrons in their own way.
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