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

All days (Twila)

[charitylovehopefaith]

[On the first day, Faith stays inside. She isn't too sure about the large, black wings on her back. Any contact with her on that day would need to be done over the journals.

After that, she slowly starts resuming her day to day activities. Her errands, her stops at Celsius Tear for tea every afternoon, and so on. For the most part, she seems perfectly normal. A little more talkative and a little sharper with her words, but generally just as polite.

She can also be found out in the sun most days, working on her sewing or drawing. The subject matter of the latter has changed, though. Where before she sketched little animals or scenery, she now has people. Some are men-- usually navy scenes. Men on decks of ships, standing alone. Some are women, also alone. They're in dark places, often with a small illumination to throw shadows on their faces. Lonely pictures, some with too sharp of edges, too bitter shadows.]

[goldenglasses]

[Vash has been spending a lot of time in the air, thanks to the wings that Kipinn has decided to give him. It's Faith's black set of wings that get him to come down. He's gotten a bad feeling from those wings, but wants to learn more and refuses to accept the feelings of DANGER his spirit is trying to tell him.]

Those pictures, they look rather sad.

[charitylovehopefaith]

Do they? [Faith seems to consider the opinion briefly before she shrugs a little.] They're simple truths where I'm from.

[goldenglasses]

Hm, maybe it is, but wouldn't it be nicer to draw happy things? I mean, you have happy truths back home too, didn't you?

[charitylovehopefaith]

[She turns a cool eye on him, arching a brow.] So, I should draw what you want to see?

[Her wings flick slightly in annoyance.]

[goldenglasses]

Oh! No! Sorry, not at all. I dunno. Uh, I mean... oh dear. Drawing sad things is fine! Just fine! It's just - I mean... it seems sad to be drawing sad things. ...I dunno. Ah... can I start over?

[charitylovehopefaith]

Drawing things you think are sad. I haven't called them that. So, please. Don't tell me what they are to me because that's what you see. I'm not in any mood to put up with that.

[Too sharp, too bold, but she doesn't really care. David, her father, Aaron, Edward. Men are always defining her world and her for her. She isn't going to take it from a stranger. Right now, she isn't going to be a meek, good little thing and let him think he has that power over her.]

[goldenglasses]

Oh? They're not? That's good. Ah, um... I guess I thought they just looked a little dark and lonely. Sorry! Sorry!

[charitylovehopefaith]

Perhaps I like them that way.

[goldenglasses]

And that's perfectly fine too! I guess I just sometimes worry that if people are drawing things that look lonely, that maybe, they're lonely too? Ahahaha, you ever wonder that?

[charitylovehopefaith]

I tend to prefer to not make assumptions about someone based on something like what they draw.

[Though she does make plenty of assumptions about people. She's made many about him.

She just doesn't announce the assumptions.]

[goldenglasses]

Ah, yeah. I guess I should do that too. I'm just glad you're not feeling lonely then. As they're drawn really well.

[He smiles, still feeling a bit awkward, but trying to push pass that.]

[charitylovehopefaith]

[He's not wrong, really, but Faith won't say that. How could anyone not be a little lonely here, away from everyone they know? Granted, she's found better company here than she'd have come across in her circles in London.]

Thank you.

[greenjacketed]

...Something was happening, and he was concerned for her. On that first day, he sent a few curious written statements inquiring after her. After that, he made sure to catch her outside. He cleared his throat as he approached and offered her a stiff little bow. The week's uncertainty brought out the formality in him once again.

"You sketch...?" He asked -- slight surprise touching his voice. But he wasn't looking at her paper. Rather, he was eyeing up her wings. His remained unchanged.

[charitylovehopefaith]

Richard was a blessing to see, and Faith gave him a warm smile. She folded the cover of her little book shut and awarded him with her full attention, eager to pretend there was nothing odd about her wings or queer in her manner. Was this what a lunatic felt like? Always waiting for someone to notice? But this place had nowhere to lock someone up... What would they do? What would he do?

"Now and then, I suppose. It helps when I go to stitch something new. I sketch my own patterns."

[greenjacketed]

"...That what you were sketching just now, ma'am? Patterns?"

[charitylovehopefaith]

"...No. I wouldn't ever stitch them."

She hesitates a moment before opening the book and offering it. They aren't 'ladylike.' Not that there's any scandalous about them, but they aren't warm scenes of family or nature.

[greenjacketed]

He lifted the book gently from her fingers and splayed it across a palm. Sharpe had never been one for art -- or, rather, he'd never been a creator of it himself unless one counted the crudely whittled animal figurines he'd started picking at since settling in this town.

"Why not?" The Major touched the paper with an inquisitive hand.

[charitylovehopefaith]

"They're not what one would want to see on a pillow or bordering a dress." She tilted her head a little, frowning at the thought and didn't think to stop herself from saying it. Richard would surely pardon her if he minded. "I suppose if a man drew them or painted them, they'd be considered romantically melancholy. But from a woman, they're simply... unladylike and disturbing."

[greenjacketed]

"...They would fit some soul's pillow. Perhaps not no Lord or Lady but..." He turned a page -- daring to be curious. "I like'em, Faith."

[charitylovehopefaith]

"Do you?" She can't help but smile a little more.

"My mother only approves of my sketching if I intend to stitch from it. Anything but animals and plants and lovely little sayings is an unladylike pastime."

[greenjacketed]

"Animals kill as well as soldiers do, and she still finds'em ladylike -- eh? Ah -- no matter. You're free to sketch what you like, here."

[charitylovehopefaith]

"Oh, I think she'd be just as displeased if I drew a tiger, for instance. But little birds and rabbits and things of that nature are perfectly acceptable." She frowns briefly, shakes her head, then focuses on him again.

"I am glad you like them, Richard. Many wouldn't, I'm afraid."

[greenjacketed]

"...Can you, lass? Draw tigers?"

[charitylovehopefaith]

"I..." She stops, considers it, and shakes her head. "I probably couldn't. I've never tried, and I've only seen a few drawings of them myself."