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

[herotypical]

...You're sticking prices on things that aren't yours to stick. That's not fun; that's madness.

[strangelyliteral]

Some shop owners have been open to negotiations, and it's worked out well for them. You're just being ... rain. On the biggest sunnydale high football game of the season. Or however that saying works.

[herotypical]

...Anya. Sunnydale doesn't exist. Not any longer.

[strangelyliteral]

I -

What are you talking about? You're just trying to trick me, or - or something.

[herotypical]

I'm serious. [ her fingers move in almost-slow-motion, peeling notes off bottles. ] It's off the map. Crater'd.

[strangelyliteral]

... these time discrepancy things are really starting to get on my nerves.

[herotypical]

During the battle. Spike...blew it up. Well -- Spike blew up, actually.

[strangelyliteral]

... what?

No, that doesn't make sense. It's Spike.

[herotypical]

[ oh no. she goes into a slightly defensive mode. ] What do you mean, it's Spike? You don't think Spike would do that?

[ of course, it would help if buffy had properly explained what it was. ]

[strangelyliteral]

I mean - are you saying he's dead? I mean, like. Deader. Poof deader. Spike. He kind of, you know, clings to life as much as he, you know, doesn't have one. It doesn't make sense.

[It's a trick, the sensation worms itself through her. Emotion. Trying to keep her from what she wants. Trying to deflect from her own desires. That was Buffy, wasn't it?]

[herotypical]

Dead. [ huff. ] Or -- he was. It's...complicated.

[ whoops. she probably shouldn't talk about revivification stories around anya. ]

[strangelyliteral]

... Right.

Was there a point you were trying to make?

[herotypical]

Sunnydale, Anya. Sunnydale is my point. And it's gone and even before I got here, it'd been gone for a year.

[strangelyliteral]

So... it's gone. Probably for the best, right? I mean, we didn't really expect that after that fight that it would be safe. Wasn't that why the plan was to leave in the first place?

[herotypical]

Probably for the best. [ though -- she would still mourn for the dead left in that pit. the dead littering the halls. anya. and all the attendant memories with a town she hated and loved at the very same time. ]

Hey. This probably isn't the best time, what with the wings and all...but you should probably have a seat. I'll get us a drink. There's something we need to talk about.

[strangelyliteral]

[Her emotions felt tugged another way, urging her to remain suspicious, to flee if necessary. If she couldn't convince Buffy to let herself join them, then why was she still here?

Sunnydale, gone.]

... What more do we have to talk about that we haven't talked about already?

[herotypical]

Sunnydale wasn't the only thing we lost.

[strangelyliteral]

... You already said Spike blew up. Except he didn't really.

[herotypical]

[ buffy is in the process of pouring a double shot of whiskey. you know, just in case... ]

There were casualties beyond Spike. And you really should take my advice about sitting down.

[strangelyliteral]

[Next leap in logic...]

Did something happen to Xander?

[herotypical]

Xander's fine. It's...

You were protecting Andrew.

[strangelyliteral]

Andrew's dead?

[herotypical]

[ if she now speaks harshly, it's not because she doesn't mourn anya. it's not because she doesn't feel that loss keenly, because she does. she feels every loss incurred on he watch, but anya is a particularly complicated case. it's difficult not to imagine the death, though buffy had been underground and unable to see it.

and when she imagines it, she always sees the same haunting image: anya pinned to the school wall, a sword through her chest. such an image always makes it easier to blame herself.

so, she finds herself pushed uncontrollably towards a hard truth: ] No. Not Andrew. You, Anya. You died. Protecting him.

1/3

[strangelyliteral]

What-

[She had been poised for a comeback, but that freezes her, her mouth opening and closing as if she hadn't heard the other woman properly, though the color drains from her face.]

2/3

[strangelyliteral]

[No.

Some part of her clings to few precious facts: there was too much going on in that battle. And Buffy - she could just be tricking her, tricking them - because she was angry. Because Anya had gotten under her skin.

That's where the dark spirit clinging to her inside attempts to guide her. This was something that - but Buffy had no reason to lie, did she? And once her thoughts stopped dancing around deciding what the Slayer's motivations might have been for even saying that - stating it as if it was a fact, then -]