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Entry tags:
- aang,
- albert heinrich,
- daryl dixon,
- event: crowning,
- felicity yoshida,
- firo prochainezo,
- haruto soma,
- jason compson iv,
- karkat vantas,
- kousuke nitou,
- linden lockhearst (l),
- phillip gray,
- porrim maryam,
- rick grimes,
- roland deschain,
- sam wilson,
- sigma klim,
- swann honeymead,
- the grand highblood,
- the signless,
- wesker,
- ✘ arya stark,
- ✘ brock samson,
- ✘ bruce banner,
- ✘ dandy mott,
- ✘ dave strider,
- ✘ dorian pavus,
- ✘ eponine thenardier,
- ✘ feferi peixes,
- ✘ gary epps,
- ✘ holly day,
- ✘ jack sparrow,
- ✘ jane,
- ✘ jolie,
- ✘ luke,
- ✘ maxwell trevelyan,
- ✘ milla vodello,
- ✘ nill,
- ✘ piers nivans,
- ✘ tess,
- ✘ the iron bull,
- ✘ thorin oakenshield,
- ✘ venus dee milo
The Crowning Of The Signless
Who| Everyone.
What| The Crowning of The Signless.
Where| An alcove in a nearby mountain.
When| From dusk to dawn, on Thursday.
Warnings/Notes| This event is mandatory for all Tributes to attend. Even if you do not tag in, your character will attend this party. Peacekeepers will be on high alert. There will be no chance to runaway.
Tributes are encouraged to sleep all during the day, before the crowning. The reason for this is revealed when they are roused at sundown and brought to the closest mountain to the city, where they are greeted by an alcove within the moutainside that has been carved into a temple to what may be an illicit faith. The stone alcove is dim-lit by candles arranged along walls and by what appears to be altars set before iron cancer signs, some plain, some inlet with intricate carvings. Bright red drapery hangs about the room, tapestries with the cancer sign and cirles of blending color spectrum. There are also some waist high leggings hung upon one wall. In the center of the room, shackles hang, glowing bright from some sort of internal heat and light. A hole in the ceiling is set on each side of it, to allow the smoke to escape from the great bonfire that roars beneath it. If one takes a seat upon any of large stones and logs aranged around it, they can see both the stars twinkling down and the way the smoke looks as though it is coming off the shackles.
The only windows otherwise are made from stained glass depicting images from the Signless's life, such as his rescue by "Alternia's First Mother" (so described on the metal plate below), "The Recording of His Teachings" depicting The Disciple writing the Signless's words into a book, "A New Follower" showing the Psiioniic joining the Signless, a boat deemed "The First Ship", and "The Execution" which features the death of the Signless before thousands of followers, a fifth troll- resembling Terezi- bearing the shackles as a necklace and another with great brown wings, a single window of Karkat and Kankri Vantas, as well as a sinister depiction of six indistinct shadowy figures of cerulean, blue, indigo, violet, tyrian, and maroon. Cave-style paintings cover the stone walls, styles ranging from simple scribbled etching to circles featuring twelve colors in circle, with bright red at the center, and yet more elaborate shadowy depictions of those in the stained glass, esepcially the Signless himself, both prior and following his execution.
But not all is dedicated to the Signless and his old posse of biblical age trolls. A shrine has been set up for redeemed and then so quickly lost victor, Matthew 'Punchy' O'Conner. Punchy has been painted upon a cave wall like he fits right into the theme. Upon his shrine lay all varieties of bling; Bling-jewelery, a bling goblet, bling boxing gloves, a hoodie, a nun habit, and a stone with a memorial rap engraved atop-- with bling, of course, all shimmering by the spotlights placed before the shrine. Refillable 40 oz bottles are lain out so that sorrowful guests, wishing to pay their respect to the boy so cruelly slain by rebels when he had turned from them, can pour one out in his honor.
Marius is also honored there with a tea light and small framed photograph set upon an empty table with an empty chair, along with souvenir versions of his and Cosette's wedding rings that guests can take home. Beneath all these rings is a photoshopped picture of javert with a single tear running down his manly face.
The only seating besides the stones and logs and Marius's single chair, are those that are sat at a table at the end of the room. Each is draped in a different color, six on each side for each district and each blood hue-- presumably of the Victor's choosing. Between these chairs sits yet one more with a tall back like a flogging jut that got the redesigned at the base to make a throne that some trolls might recognize as belonging to the Empress. The arms of the chair feature open shackles. The throne is decorated in chains of gold and jewels of all colors. The victor is given a crown of gilded flowers and thorns on chain.
Food can be found upon the altars or the victor's table, in surplus. Alternian delicacies are served, featuring insects, flavored or plain, and food made from insects. Guests may find a giant beetle being served upon a spit roast. Even the meats appear to be topped with bugs. The cakes, marshmallows (which can be roasted with stick by the fire!), and orange creamsicles may be the only things truly bug-free. Drink options are water, wine, and soda.
Stylists are encouraged to dress their tributes primarily in black, with a single bit of color put into the design matched according to district (with exception to trolls), or any manner of draping fabrics, cloaks, and costumery reminiscent of religious iconagraphy that one might expect of ancient aliens. Waist high pants and leggings are also in high regard, as well as fake horn, fangs, contacts, and anything to make guests look more trollish. The only rule is for the main colors to match to the blood assignment.
The music playing is the sort one might expect from a church, featuring mournful vocals, soft bells and melodies, and of course, organ music. But for one or two jarring differences. Where this music is coming from remains a mystery but since the space is open and clear, guests have plenty of room for dancing.
Those who don't wish to dance can talk and regale tales around the bonfire, or may instead seek out the book of "scripture" at one of the altars that features nothing more than various parables- with names that Tributes might recognize! Each Tribute has one parable contained within, telling a tale in flourished manner of a part of their life, featuring a pro-capitol moral at the end.
Elsewhere, are models of the flogging just, where guests can put their hands through the oversized cuffs and pretend to writhe in agony, an Alternian bioware helm where guests too can pretend to have their lifeforce and power used a battery for the sake of the Alternian empire, a dress-up station where guests can customize their appearance to match trolls sold into gruelling slavery to seadwellwers, and an area designed to look like a cave with extensive "Alternian" (gibberish) writings of the Signless's words, where guests too can pretend they've lost everyone they love and are carrying on their legacy by writing upon the walls and leaving their own messages of love and mourning. Not to mention, a life-sized drone with realistic piercing claws, for all your picture posing needs.
A sandpit lies just around a corner for children to make castles, dig trenches, and act out games of pretending they've trekked thousands of miles through zombie infested desert just to speak to a couple of people! Guests can also meet a "mutantblood lusus" a four-eyed crab creature with lizardlike structure-- only sized no bigger than the average dog and perhaps about as intelligent. Guests are warned not to put their hand too close, lest the claw pincers manage to pinch them.
Late into the crowning, everyone is brought out to the dark mountainside, well monitored by peacekeepers, and divided into teams. Everyone is given belts with velcro flags attached, colored according to the "blood" they were matched with by district. Those in the eighth, ninth, twelfth, third, tenth, and eleventh districts are deemed the "lowbloods. Those in the first, fourth, second, fifth, sixth, and seventh districts, are deemed the "highbloods". Each team is given a velcro board to attach the flags to. The first team to lose all their flags loses, winners getting tiny necklace copies of the shackles. The last one standing with a flag wins a larger necklace copy and the option to get it redesigned into a symbol of their choosing.
If you failed not to be "culled", fear not! All tributes receive a participation sticker at the end. This sticker features a number. It is not indicative of districts or of age, as will be announced shortly, but of the new scoring. These will be announced for everyone to hear- and pick out targets from.
The crowning officially ends with the coming dawn. And so begins, to everyone's surprise, preparation for the arena. Tributes will be going right from the crowning off to the Tribute launch tubes. Happy Hunger Games!
[Note: This is ICly on Thursday! Just before the arena on Friday!]
What| The Crowning of The Signless.
Where| An alcove in a nearby mountain.
When| From dusk to dawn, on Thursday.
Warnings/Notes| This event is mandatory for all Tributes to attend. Even if you do not tag in, your character will attend this party. Peacekeepers will be on high alert. There will be no chance to runaway.
Tributes are encouraged to sleep all during the day, before the crowning. The reason for this is revealed when they are roused at sundown and brought to the closest mountain to the city, where they are greeted by an alcove within the moutainside that has been carved into a temple to what may be an illicit faith. The stone alcove is dim-lit by candles arranged along walls and by what appears to be altars set before iron cancer signs, some plain, some inlet with intricate carvings. Bright red drapery hangs about the room, tapestries with the cancer sign and cirles of blending color spectrum. There are also some waist high leggings hung upon one wall. In the center of the room, shackles hang, glowing bright from some sort of internal heat and light. A hole in the ceiling is set on each side of it, to allow the smoke to escape from the great bonfire that roars beneath it. If one takes a seat upon any of large stones and logs aranged around it, they can see both the stars twinkling down and the way the smoke looks as though it is coming off the shackles.
The only windows otherwise are made from stained glass depicting images from the Signless's life, such as his rescue by "Alternia's First Mother" (so described on the metal plate below), "The Recording of His Teachings" depicting The Disciple writing the Signless's words into a book, "A New Follower" showing the Psiioniic joining the Signless, a boat deemed "The First Ship", and "The Execution" which features the death of the Signless before thousands of followers, a fifth troll- resembling Terezi- bearing the shackles as a necklace and another with great brown wings, a single window of Karkat and Kankri Vantas, as well as a sinister depiction of six indistinct shadowy figures of cerulean, blue, indigo, violet, tyrian, and maroon. Cave-style paintings cover the stone walls, styles ranging from simple scribbled etching to circles featuring twelve colors in circle, with bright red at the center, and yet more elaborate shadowy depictions of those in the stained glass, esepcially the Signless himself, both prior and following his execution.
But not all is dedicated to the Signless and his old posse of biblical age trolls. A shrine has been set up for redeemed and then so quickly lost victor, Matthew 'Punchy' O'Conner. Punchy has been painted upon a cave wall like he fits right into the theme. Upon his shrine lay all varieties of bling; Bling-jewelery, a bling goblet, bling boxing gloves, a hoodie, a nun habit, and a stone with a memorial rap engraved atop-- with bling, of course, all shimmering by the spotlights placed before the shrine. Refillable 40 oz bottles are lain out so that sorrowful guests, wishing to pay their respect to the boy so cruelly slain by rebels when he had turned from them, can pour one out in his honor.
Marius is also honored there with a tea light and small framed photograph set upon an empty table with an empty chair, along with souvenir versions of his and Cosette's wedding rings that guests can take home. Beneath all these rings is a photoshopped picture of javert with a single tear running down his manly face.
The only seating besides the stones and logs and Marius's single chair, are those that are sat at a table at the end of the room. Each is draped in a different color, six on each side for each district and each blood hue-- presumably of the Victor's choosing. Between these chairs sits yet one more with a tall back like a flogging jut that got the redesigned at the base to make a throne that some trolls might recognize as belonging to the Empress. The arms of the chair feature open shackles. The throne is decorated in chains of gold and jewels of all colors. The victor is given a crown of gilded flowers and thorns on chain.
Food can be found upon the altars or the victor's table, in surplus. Alternian delicacies are served, featuring insects, flavored or plain, and food made from insects. Guests may find a giant beetle being served upon a spit roast. Even the meats appear to be topped with bugs. The cakes, marshmallows (which can be roasted with stick by the fire!), and orange creamsicles may be the only things truly bug-free. Drink options are water, wine, and soda.
Stylists are encouraged to dress their tributes primarily in black, with a single bit of color put into the design matched according to district (with exception to trolls), or any manner of draping fabrics, cloaks, and costumery reminiscent of religious iconagraphy that one might expect of ancient aliens. Waist high pants and leggings are also in high regard, as well as fake horn, fangs, contacts, and anything to make guests look more trollish. The only rule is for the main colors to match to the blood assignment.
The music playing is the sort one might expect from a church, featuring mournful vocals, soft bells and melodies, and of course, organ music. But for one or two jarring differences. Where this music is coming from remains a mystery but since the space is open and clear, guests have plenty of room for dancing.
Those who don't wish to dance can talk and regale tales around the bonfire, or may instead seek out the book of "scripture" at one of the altars that features nothing more than various parables- with names that Tributes might recognize! Each Tribute has one parable contained within, telling a tale in flourished manner of a part of their life, featuring a pro-capitol moral at the end.
Elsewhere, are models of the flogging just, where guests can put their hands through the oversized cuffs and pretend to writhe in agony, an Alternian bioware helm where guests too can pretend to have their lifeforce and power used a battery for the sake of the Alternian empire, a dress-up station where guests can customize their appearance to match trolls sold into gruelling slavery to seadwellwers, and an area designed to look like a cave with extensive "Alternian" (gibberish) writings of the Signless's words, where guests too can pretend they've lost everyone they love and are carrying on their legacy by writing upon the walls and leaving their own messages of love and mourning. Not to mention, a life-sized drone with realistic piercing claws, for all your picture posing needs.
A sandpit lies just around a corner for children to make castles, dig trenches, and act out games of pretending they've trekked thousands of miles through zombie infested desert just to speak to a couple of people! Guests can also meet a "mutantblood lusus" a four-eyed crab creature with lizardlike structure-- only sized no bigger than the average dog and perhaps about as intelligent. Guests are warned not to put their hand too close, lest the claw pincers manage to pinch them.
Late into the crowning, everyone is brought out to the dark mountainside, well monitored by peacekeepers, and divided into teams. Everyone is given belts with velcro flags attached, colored according to the "blood" they were matched with by district. Those in the eighth, ninth, twelfth, third, tenth, and eleventh districts are deemed the "lowbloods. Those in the first, fourth, second, fifth, sixth, and seventh districts, are deemed the "highbloods". Each team is given a velcro board to attach the flags to. The first team to lose all their flags loses, winners getting tiny necklace copies of the shackles. The last one standing with a flag wins a larger necklace copy and the option to get it redesigned into a symbol of their choosing.
If you failed not to be "culled", fear not! All tributes receive a participation sticker at the end. This sticker features a number. It is not indicative of districts or of age, as will be announced shortly, but of the new scoring. These will be announced for everyone to hear- and pick out targets from.
The crowning officially ends with the coming dawn. And so begins, to everyone's surprise, preparation for the arena. Tributes will be going right from the crowning off to the Tribute launch tubes. Happy Hunger Games!
[Note: This is ICly on Thursday! Just before the arena on Friday!]
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At the correction Nill looks over what she wrote a few times, before flipping to one of the last pages in the notepad to mark it down. When she holds it up again (on the same page), he might notice that the previous spelling of his name is crossed out.
yes. Beth is a good friend.
are you from her world?
Daryl, as far as she's been able to tell, hasn't been around all that long. It's not the best of assumptions, but most people wouldn't be that protective of someone they didn't already know.
you're not.
did she tell you I can't speak?
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"Think Beth mentioned somethin' about how you... can speak in other ways," he says with uncertainty; he still isn't clear on what that means, and he understandably hasn't been keen on prying into what Beth's arena death had entailed. The entire thing is a sore spot, even when overlooking the fact someone had murdered her in cold blood and he hadn't been there to protect her. He's none too proud of what had occurred when he'd stumbled on Nick and Luke ensuring Beth wouldn't turn afterward, misinterpreting their intentions.
"And your wings," he adds with another small smile. There's a reason his own getup has a wing motif going on, though it's difficult to tell from the front. And he's admittedly been trying not to look too long at Nill's, because he doesn't know whether it would be inappropriate or not; she's the first person he's met possessing literal wings. "...I like them."
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I can talk in other people's heads.
not now. outside of the arenas none of us have powers.
even in arenas it seems to be rare.
The fact that her first time in an Arena was a powered one was entirely luck. She would have no doubt done considerably worse if it hadn't been - there are only two tributes who know sign language, and without them in an Arena communication would be considerably more difficult. It's not like paper and writing instruments are abundant in places like that.
She offers him a very small smile, and extends her wings a little for him to get a better look if he wants. Hopefully since she's facing him he won't see the way the scars on her back have been painted over to resemble real wounds. Her smile fades as she writes, but only slightly, into something gentle and a little somber.
not long after Beth arrived here she told us what to do if she died in the arena.
does that apply to you too?
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It speaks to the nature of this place that he's able to digest the information with markedly little skepticism; there's also the fact he fully believes in so-called supernatural entities such as the chupacabra. (Because he's encountered one, and nothing can convince him otherwise.) Plus, of course, coming from a world where the dead reanimate.
All things considered, having some kind of thought mojo isn't so strange, he supposes.
The extension of her wings seems to be permission to openly look at them, and his gaze hesitantly shifts from her face to her wings, his head tipping slightly to one side. He admires them in the quietly awestruck manner one could expect of someone seeing this for the first time, not so unlike meeting a literal angel. After a moment he turns away to display the elaborate winged design covering the back of his poncho, explaining, "'Bout the only thing I got to choose myself. Have you always had your wings?" When he faces her again, his expression falters as he reads the question. It isn't that it's a secret — it's pretty common knowledge in the world he and Beth are from.
"I'm infected too," he confirms in a low voice. "Everyone from our world is. If we die, we... become somethin' else." And it's unsettling, thinking of Beth taking it upon herself to try and explain it and warn people totally unfamiliar with the phenomenon. He can only hope the other survivors from their world supported her in some way, and didn't leave her to do something like that alone. "That's just like Beth, lookin' out for everyone..."
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Nill is very patient as he looks over her wings, glancing out over the rest of the event while he takes his time. It's not until he turns around that she glances back his way, eyes drifting over the intricate design that Oceana managed to cook up for him. It's beautiful. No doubt it would be more beautiful to most people than to her; her wings have never meant anything good for her, and purely for that reason she can't imagine why anyone else would want them, though she knows the symbolism of them might have a lot more meaning to someone that wasn't herself.
She writes nothing until he's answered her question, and something in her face constricts slightly - it's not that anything before now was forced, but there's certainly a more natural element to it now, even if it's not particularly happy.
Finally she writes again, holding up her notepad for him to read.
I told Beth I would do my best for her.
I'll do my best for you too.
The promise extended to anyone with the virus that she was aware of, but that's not the point. If her body might hurt people after she was gone she would want to know someone would stop it. Nill is more than happy if she can offer him anything near that peace of mind.
I was born with them.
why did you want wings?
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"...I 'preciate it," he says at length, still no closer to understanding what to do with this unexpected kindness. Other than cautiously accept it.
"Just like 'em, I guess. The way they look. I certainly ain't no angel," he says with a self-deprecating huff of a laugh. It isn't entirely true that they're a stylistic choice for him and nothing more, but the real meaning is so intrinsically linked with his brother that it's too close to his heart to share, that particular wound still ragged around the edges and liable to break open if he picks at it.
"What d'you do when you can't talk in other people's heads and you're in the arena?" he wonders. "Many people 'round here know sign language?" Because of Nill's willingness to help Beth and him, it's gotten him thinking. It isn't an idle question. Few of his questions are, really, considering he wouldn't know how to make proper small talk even if his life depended on it.
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I'm not either.
But when he reads the line Nill follows it up with a soft smile. There are so many different kidns of angels out there, some meant to do good and some from other worlds that were powerful and terrifying. Nill has her own issues about them, but of Daryl likes her wings she's not going to tell him anything like that. He seems much too nice.
To answer the inquiry about sign language at first Nill just holds up her middle and pointer finger on one hand. Two. Just two. Then she goes back to writing, which is significantly easier on most people than trying to make gestures.
the last arena was my first.
Honestly, hopefully she'll either run into people that are easy to run from the next time around, or they'll already be friends and willing to try to understand what she intends to tell them. Otherwise she's probably kinda fucked.
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Even here. In arenas.
It doesn't hurt that it could also enable him to communicate with Nill more fluidly, and help her in arenas, and it isn't as though he's lacking the time to learn a new language. He's just never had a reason to before now.
"Keep an eye out for me'n Beth next arena. We'd help you." And by extension so would Rick. That was the thing about befriending one of their group — they were so close-knit it generally meant they'd all look out for anyone who allied with one of their own.
"... S'there any resources here, for learnin' sign language? If you know." He could at least start with basics and see how it goes from there. Gathering the edges of his poncho in his hands, he ducks his head, seeming embarrassed. Not wanting her to get the wrong idea, he adds, "Could be useful, I think, for talkin' in arenas and back in mine'n Beth's world without makin' noise. Sound attracts walkers. The— dead folks who come back."
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Her wings flutter, and she quickly crosses out her initial reply before moving below it to write something else.
there are books.
a friend asked me to teach him, so I've been reading.
Her education in it had been pretty lacking as well, but she'd known more than the Initiate had, and learning it better is something she's since dedicated at least a quarter of her time to. She's not sure what he's embarrassed about but it makes Nill smile a little.
he already knew some.
I don't know if I could teach you.
I can try.
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He'd anticipated it being a self-taught excursion and learning from books, so Nill's offer is genuinely unexpected and the surprise shows in his face.
"Don't gotta trouble yourself on my account, but... I wouldn't say no to help. Thanks. I'll be lookin' into the books, too." So his education won't have to be a burden on her. It will surely be an immense help though, being able to practise with someone who can point out anything he might be doing wrong. Learning by example. It's the fastest way he picks things up.
"Dunno what I can do in return." Since the offer to look out for her in arenas doesn't count, he was going to do that regardless. "But if you ever want help with anythin', you let me know."
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thank you.
you don't need to do anything in return.