[ percy doesn't feel bad doxxing this, besides he trusts vax not to open his mouth unless needed when it comes to this sort of thing. ]
Emet-Selch was who I spoke to. Garou also had a matching tattoo, same as mine. That would make three of us who had the rose tattoo so far. At least that I'm aware of.
You think there's an outlier there? They may not have occurred the same week, but... [ a sigh... damn this place ] It might be a good idea to start to gather people, perhaps check and see if anyone's gotten any new tattoos. Might be important to at least keep track of.
[ his death bro!!!! sometimes your two favs are crystalline. ] But if there were two of you guys last week, 's probably another one, yeah? And then the others....
...yeah. I mean - the person who wrote that letter from the alley's "Dreamer", aren't they? Maybe they're sending some kind of message.
[ percy lifts up his phone and scrolls through it, brow furrowed. he can see from this close up so his glasses aren't an issue here as he searches through his messages and finds what he's looking for. ]
November, Danny, and Kumon found another note from our Dreamer in the Party City.
It ends rather aggressively. I think Dreamer is truly trying to get us to listen... but at the same time, we should be on guard. Who knows if this Dreamer is a trap themselves... [ percy clearly doesn't like the thought, but being pragmatic is sort of his job. ]
[ vax scooches a little closer to read the note over percy's shoulder while he's reading and makes a noise, thoughtful. ]
Yeah. Garou told me when they fucked off last week he heard a weird voice asking them if they were bored without bloodshed at the end. That it'd be watching. And from what I've heard, a couple others've had dreams trying to send messages.
Your weird arm butterfly didn't say anything, did it?
[ but... yeah. he doesn't disagree with any of that, either. percy's pragamatism is not always his bag but right now it feels right. ] When I got stuck in that other place, I heard something too. And -
[ ... there's a brief pause here, like he's trying to decide what to say. ]
... Whatever it was, it didn't want us to leave. My guess is it was the Prism itself.
No, it didn't say anything, but... the sensation I felt wasn't just that of creativity, it was like. I wanted to create something like it. Even stranger, right?
[ he sits in that pause, knows that vax'ildan is combing through his information in the sort of way he does, stealing snatches. percy bears it because it's unspoken, that he's to accept it. time. time after his. you'll be alright. you're alive. vax leans in to peer over his shoulder and he guides him closer.
his arm stretches out a bit, provides a bit of a pillow in the crook of his shoulder. ]
That would make sense. Whatever we're doing, the Prism is expanding. Why would it want us to leave?
If it's like a web... then the spider's hiding somewhere. Perhaps... when you go somewhere, it's not unlike getting closer and closer to it. Just out of reach. [ it's playing with us. ]
Could you use the purple powers, last week? Outside of your crystal shit.
[ maybe that's why?? who knows.
as percy stretches out, he takes the space that's offered without any trouble. vox machina isn't really a stranger to closeness, and vax himself is much more touchy than you'd think - though he isn't touch starved by any means necessary, he's always been prone to an arm over the shoulder, a playful kiss on the cheek. this isn't all that different, and he finds himself easily gravitating into percy's shoulder, perching his cheek against the proffered pillow of his forearm. ]
Yeah. 's like the note said, right? Like sticking a knife in, picking the lock. The thing is, supposedly it wants us to upset the balance. How the fuck do we do that?
[ and he doesn't want to say "killing each other" because that seems to be looming as what goes unsaid - especially after what happened with ryunosuke and kazuma last week. ]
[ he shakes his head in response to the question about being able to utilize heliotrope in full. that's no.
as vax presses close, his arm curls carefully around him, fingers resting against his shoulder as he settles a little further into the warmth of the hold, the way the bed seems to swallow the both of them up. he doesn't mention the ever-presently looming option of death, killing one another needlessly. he closes his eyes. ]
Too much color... too little color... how to achieve this when the thing itself feeds off of our color. We overwhelm it?
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[ percy really be out here like :contemplates:
vax rolls over onto his back to join him, though, mimicking the same pose. ] Guess that would've been Cashew, yeah? With his pig, or whatever it was.
Except... if there were three of you guys, then is one of them the outlier?
[ you're the smart one percy you figure it out ]
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Emet-Selch was who I spoke to. Garou also had a matching tattoo, same as mine. That would make three of us who had the rose tattoo so far. At least that I'm aware of.
You think there's an outlier there? They may not have occurred the same week, but... [ a sigh... damn this place ] It might be a good idea to start to gather people, perhaps check and see if anyone's gotten any new tattoos. Might be important to at least keep track of.
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Talked to Emet, too.
[ his death bro!!!! sometimes your two favs are crystalline. ] But if there were two of you guys last week, 's probably another one, yeah? And then the others....
...yeah. I mean - the person who wrote that letter from the alley's "Dreamer", aren't they? Maybe they're sending some kind of message.
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[ percy lifts up his phone and scrolls through it, brow furrowed. he can see from this close up so his glasses aren't an issue here as he searches through his messages and finds what he's looking for. ]
November, Danny, and Kumon found another note from our Dreamer in the Party City.
[ he'll read it aloud. note. ]
It ends rather aggressively. I think Dreamer is truly trying to get us to listen... but at the same time, we should be on guard. Who knows if this Dreamer is a trap themselves... [ percy clearly doesn't like the thought, but being pragmatic is sort of his job. ]
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Yeah. Garou told me when they fucked off last week he heard a weird voice asking them if they were bored without bloodshed at the end. That it'd be watching. And from what I've heard, a couple others've had dreams trying to send messages.
Your weird arm butterfly didn't say anything, did it?
[ but... yeah. he doesn't disagree with any of that, either. percy's pragamatism is not always his bag but right now it feels right. ] When I got stuck in that other place, I heard something too. And -
[ ... there's a brief pause here, like he's trying to decide what to say. ]
... Whatever it was, it didn't want us to leave. My guess is it was the Prism itself.
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[ he sits in that pause, knows that vax'ildan is combing through his information in the sort of way he does, stealing snatches. percy bears it because it's unspoken, that he's to accept it. time. time after his. you'll be alright. you're alive. vax leans in to peer over his shoulder and he guides him closer.
his arm stretches out a bit, provides a bit of a pillow in the crook of his shoulder. ]
That would make sense. Whatever we're doing, the Prism is expanding. Why would it want us to leave?
If it's like a web... then the spider's hiding somewhere. Perhaps... when you go somewhere, it's not unlike getting closer and closer to it. Just out of reach. [ it's playing with us. ]
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Could you use the purple powers, last week? Outside of your crystal shit.
[ maybe that's why?? who knows.
as percy stretches out, he takes the space that's offered without any trouble. vox machina isn't really a stranger to closeness, and vax himself is much more touchy than you'd think - though he isn't touch starved by any means necessary, he's always been prone to an arm over the shoulder, a playful kiss on the cheek. this isn't all that different, and he finds himself easily gravitating into percy's shoulder, perching his cheek against the proffered pillow of his forearm. ]
Yeah. 's like the note said, right? Like sticking a knife in, picking the lock. The thing is, supposedly it wants us to upset the balance. How the fuck do we do that?
[ and he doesn't want to say "killing each other" because that seems to be looming as what goes unsaid - especially after what happened with ryunosuke and kazuma last week. ]
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as vax presses close, his arm curls carefully around him, fingers resting against his shoulder as he settles a little further into the warmth of the hold, the way the bed seems to swallow the both of them up. he doesn't mention the ever-presently looming option of death, killing one another needlessly. he closes his eyes. ]
Too much color... too little color... how to achieve this when the thing itself feeds off of our color. We overwhelm it?
[ he looks downwards. ]
Maybe that's why there are only four.