Possession Event

[lucetimods]

Who: People in Luceti
What: Spiritual possession
When: The 26th to the 1st
Where: Luceti!
Summary: Check out the previous mod post.
Rating: If it gets smutty, move it somewhere private.


Starting at midnight on the 26th, Luceti and its inhabitants will find itself the focus of the Filial spirits, usually quiet and reclusive, now stepping out to deal with one of their own.

As promised, here is some additional information to help figure out how to play around with the spirits and interacting with similarly possessed people.

First off, each spirit has a certain time or place when they are at their most powerful. Consequently, characters possessed by them will enjoy these boosts and this in itself can be a deciding factor in what would otherwise be a stalemate. Here’s a quick run down:

Sona - She’s most powerful around lakes, rivers, and the ocean. Mostly this is concentrated at the southern lake.

Kipinn - He’s most powerful in high places, like mountain tops and the roofs of community buildings.

Faeren - She’s most powerful in the farmlands alongside things that grow.

Tsinku - He’s most powerful in the village itself, where technology thrives.

Eferin - He’s most powerful in the center of the forest where his heat may cause trees to burn. In fact, the upcoming forest fire may cause some trouble if his followers get too rowdy.

Hyt - It’s most powerful during the daytime under a bright sky.

Twila - It’s most powerful during the night time.

Nala- She has no domain and is generally welcome wherever she goes.

How possessed characters will deal with other possessed characters will depend on the interactions of the spirits themselves. A useful spreadsheet sums up these relationships. Those that have a friendly attitude to one another will generally allow ‘trespassers’ into their domain, but those they are not so friendly with may cause conflict.

Finally, to elaborate on Twila-possessed characters. Those with a natural affinity for darkness are likely to be possessed first. Once they have, they can try to recruit others less-compatible candidates to ‘join the cause’. Their goal is numbers. The more who are working with Twila, the better. Once they do, they’ll be inclined to act in their own self interest and if necessary, deal with others who try to get in their way. In the long term, the spirit Twila wants to stay this way, bonded to the Lucetians as hybrids, that way it cannot be imprisoned again. Think of it as pure survival instinct of an animal that’s spent way too long in a cage.

All isn’t lost. The other spirits may not be able to cage it again, but they won’t accept Twila reacting in this manner. Though it’s hard to tell what their beef with Twila is, they have an instinctive familiarity with the dark spirit and seem to act as its jail keepers.

They have the power to free people from Twila, but given their poor communication skills, figuring that out might just be a challenge. After all, the spirits can only communicate in shades of feeling and intentions, but not actually verbalize directions or marching orders. However, there will be a Malnosso post mid-event that will give everyone, possessed or otherwise, the info they need to turn things around.

Comments

[untrueheart]

You've never understood. That's why I have to keep explaining it to you.

[So he does remember it all. If anything, learning the extent of his memories only tightens the hold the darkness has on her. She wants to dodge away from his attack but something keeps her steady, something with a second's extra hold on what she does and when. It burns, but the sun is almost gone and Rue stands steady.]

I didn't intend to poison your heart. It was supposed to magnify your love for me.

[soheartless]

And I still don't understand. I don't understand how I've trusted you.

[He flaps his wings, starting to slowly take flight, and he forms a sword of light in his hands.]

I don't see how that's the truth either. I don't recall any love being there before that time.

[untrueheart]

You were heartless. Your love was missing. Just like it is now.

[Her tone has climbed the ladder from 'please believe me' to 'dare to tell me I'm wrong' alarmingly fast. Upon seeing his takeoff, Rue's wings also spread and lift her into the air.

She needs no weapon.]

If you would just listen I could make you understand.

[soheartless]

[Hyt is empowering him, in a way. It's giving him clarity but only regarding everyone's negative sides.

Only reminding him of his wounds.]

My mind is here. It's all I need, to know all your lies.

[And a sinisterly familiar look comes into his eyes - the traces of something else that's still in his system.]

Your wings look just like crow feathers...

[He could retreat - that could be more tactically sound. But instead, for now, he swoops at her to try an attack. He knows beating any crow - any Twila - could be beneficial in the end.]

[untrueheart]

Lies?

[It could almost be a whisper. Quiet fury, the kind that rises from the depths of a creature whose burning anger is totally spent. The kind he must also know, because a raven's blood is kind to no one.]

Then call them crow feathers! That isn't what I care about!

[The shadows beneath those feathers seem to take life, emerging from behind and around her as ghostly dark birds. They fly in a swarm before her, to protect her from the advance of his sword.]

I don't want to hurt you. [She recognizes the flash of his infection and winces, in total control of her own voice again momentarily.] I never did.

[soheartless]

I remember being hurt.

[And he thrusts forward, trying to cut through the dark birds with his shining blade, emotionlessly and precisely.]

I can't feel it anymore. But I remember that hurt.

[untrueheart]

[The birds cannot drive off the sword forever. Several of them coalesce around Rue's hands, turning into gloves made of darkness instead; with them, she can grasp the swinging blade of Mytho's sword of light without fear.]

You're running out of time. [Is she talking to him? To herself?] Please stay with me, Mytho.

[soheartless]

[He looks into her eyes with something like a glare, struggling the best he could to drive his sword against the hand.

Darkness was everywhere; he was weakened. But he was still driving on, to take down this enemy.]

No.

I have to defeat you.

[untrueheart]

[Never, says her heart. Using both hands, she turns his blade aside once; the second attack makes it through, slicing neatly through her sleeve and the arm beneath it.

The sound she makes could be likened to a crow, if the crow had the voice of a hurt and betrayed girl.]

You- you can't! You won't! How could you?

[Then her face settles into a hard stare that should be familiar, coupled with the feather-rustle of shadows beginning to gather around her feet.]

[ducked]

[ Princess Tutu can sense the conflict before she sees them. Up ahead - Rue and Mytho. Their wings had grown like hers - but that isn't all she notices.

They're fighting each other. Her heart constricts as she quickly flies towards them, crying out at the sudden nightmare that she has come upon. ]

Please, you must stop this at once!

[soheartless]

[There's no emotion. None at all, in Mytho's movements. Just a mental recognition of success at having wounded the crow.

Looking into her eyes as she's hurt, it's all to easy to see her as Kraehe again. As a monster.

Still, he turns when he hears Tutu's cry, keeping his guard up while acknowledging her presence.]

Tutu.

So you are here.

[untrueheart]

[Still recoiling from the strike, Rue falters in the air upon Tutu's appearance. Notably, the shadows stop gathering over her feet and rise to wrap around her injury instead.]

I'm not here to fight with him.

[She was here to get him to agree to go with her. To join her. But he wouldn't listen.]

[ducked]

[ Tutu hovers in the air between them, a hand outstretched to each to bid them to keep their distance. They couldn't do this. Not even if they were enemies. It would bring only harm. ]

Then why has he caused you harm? [ Her gaze turns to Mytho, soft but stern. ]

My prince, why do you do this?

[soheartless]

[He focuses back towards Rue and holds up his fading sword - pointing it towards her and over Tutu's arm.]

Because she's a crow. [And more drivingly a Twila.] I'd be better off if I finished her off. Everyone would.

[Then he glances coldly towards Tutu.]

And I am not currently a prince of any kind.

[untrueheart]

[Rue's hands tighten into fists.] I'm not a crow! That's why I have to make you understand!

[Still. Everyone would. Seeds like that plant easily and germinate fast.]

[ducked]

[ Her features tightened at the sight of Mytho's blade yet again pointing at Rue. If Tutu had to defend her, then she would. But she would not fight. ]

I do not believe that is what is truly in your heart.

[ Was it the raven's blood? Or...was it how his wings had changed? It had changed her, too, but not like this. ]

She only wishes to love you. Can't you see that?

[soheartless]

[And he looked towards her suspiciously. His sword still kept in place.]

No. I cannot see that. I can only remember a love that was tainted by her hand. Being used by her and her father, the raven.

[And he glances towards her.]

How can I know what is truly in my heart? It's not here. All I have is my mind and my memories. I remember believing in you... but you gave me back the shard that poisoned me, Tutu. And now, here. You haven't given me any heart at all. Only now... Only now I can I truly make a decision.

[And he squares his sights on Rue.]

[untrueheart]

[He's going to kill her.

The second he gets a chance with that sword, he'll follow through. It's in his eyes: even if he has to go through Tutu to do it. Rue's breath catches long enough to choke her.

And Mytho...Mytho saved you.

But he isn't going to save you now, is he, little raven? The only way to stop him is to meet him full force - with the power of the darkness, now that the light has been reduced to stars and memory.]

Please stop.

[She doesn't want to hurt him, she doesn't, if he would only put away the stupid sword and listen then he could join her and they could just be happy together, black wings sharing the night and shadows-]

It shouldn't be this way! [Given any opening, she'll turn and run, lacking the ability to escape with the crows.]

[ducked]

[ Tutu reflexively winces when Mytho calls her out. She wouldn't have given him back that shard if she had known...but she didn't. Was she too careless? Was it all her fault?

But - no, she knew how the story ended, and the ending was happy. She couldn't forget that.

Tutu draws out her fan when Mytho turns his blade again towards Rue, parrying it away. If she couldn't help them resolve this, she could at least assure Rue's safety. ]

I will not allow you to do this. Go, Rue!

[soheartless]

[His mouth opens in a light gasp at Princess Tutu's action. His sword deflected - he may not have been able to go through with it, too. Not when the prince's instinct to protect the weak could have kicked in.

But otherwise Hyt is still filling his being, fueling his paranoia.]

Tutu. You...

I can't trust either of you.

[And he speaks once more towards Rue while his sword drops to the ground.]

Go ahead and fly away. Like a crow.

[untrueheart]

Mytho...

[What a day, to see Tutu defending her and Mytho decrying her.

As if in parting blow, she doesn't fly away; she lands, and takes off on her feet instead. If the shadows gather around her it is in consolation, without much malice.

As a plan old human girl, what else can she do?]

[ducked]

[ Relief floods Tutu when Rue makes her escape. It still pains her that any of this had to happen, but at least it wasn't worse.

She meets Mytho's gaze. ]

My prince...this isn't like you.

[soheartless]

[He looks right back at Duck. There's a disappointment at Rue's escape, but he certainly won't attack anyone who currently has Nala's blessing.]

I don't know what I'm like right now.

All I know is this power that's filling me.

It helps me know my enemies...

And that... that no one can be trusted...

[ducked]

No. You can trust me, but I cannot allow you to bring harm to anyone, especially those who are dear to me.

[soheartless]

Those who are... dear. I wonder.

I can remember times... when I held people dear. When I had... more of my heart.

[He places a hand over his chest, looking down, his wings quietl flapping behind him.]

Say, Tutu. If I had my heart... What feelings should I be experiencing right now?