[open] SOMNUS & YOU, catch-all dec

[luciing]

WHO: somnus & you
️ WHAT: Quests and TDM prompts.
WHEN: around Dec
WHERE: Everywhere!
WARNINGS: none so far!



Gliten and Glitonea: Whisper Bridge

[ You may be crossing the bridge, lured by the voices beyond the edges of the rope, nearly stepping towards your brutal doom, when suddenly--

A hand grips the back of your collar, holding you from falling off, and after a moment, he pulls you back to the bridge. While both you and him may be blindfolded for this task, he seems keen on assisting anyone across. Somnus' voice, low and grim, may not be the most encouraging to some; however, it is resilience that hardens his tone, not despair. ] 

False hope tempts, insidious. Continue forward.

Avalon Crossing: Snowy Shack Paradise

[ After placing the snowball outside of his residence for the night, he receives the following request for a snow-shack the next morning: home with ancient roman bath theme.  Somnus is neither and architect nor familiar with what "roman" is, but he is quite the ancient, dead man, and he is someone who is familiar with the aesthetic of how baths ought appear (whether or not they're "ancient", thank you very much).

Find Somnus constructing the interior of a snow-shack that contains ionic  pillars of ice and marble-esque snow-and-ice flooring. Currently, he is working on a pseudo-mosaic just outside, using his kinetic power to  meticulously  carve a tessellation of stars into the wall. When he hears you approach, Somnus pauses in his work, turning to regard you with a stern, cautioning--  ] Hold.

[ --and gestures to the ground beneath your feet. The steps leading up to the structure are iced over. While it gives the steps a glossy, refined look, it is very, very slippery and dangerous to those unaware of their footing. ]

Isle of Dreams, pt 2

[ The power of the fertile isle yields figments of imagination to come to life, invasive and intrusive as they are. Should you be venturing into the fog that veils the hills, you will see a few insidious hints of someone's subconscious-- or dreams, or long, dead history-- recreated bit by bit. One white sylleblossom spouts along the path, then another, then two more in a cluster: they are pure as pearls, and with petals as soft as snow-made-silk. Soon, they'll be numerous enough to coat an entire field.

Somnus is there, but he's standing still among the flowers. His gaze remains forward, expression as hard as marble, jaw set. Follow his line of sight, and it's obvious just what he's so focused upon:

A woman stands within the field of white flowers. Clad in an immaculate white, her back remains turned to both Somnus and you. In fact, should you approach and attempt to see her visage, the illusion will appear as if her back always remains turned to you. ]

[Closed] Oo-nye-doo? Quest To Ritsuka

[ It has been a few weeks since their prior encounter, and this one occurs much like one before, a coincidental meeting in a field of snow, with him hunting with his great eagle-owl pet. Only this time, he's riding on horseback.

The eagle-owl-- still nameless-- drops a snowhare by her.

At least the bird is polite enough to not drop it on her this time. ]

Wildcard

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Comments

[luciing]

[ His shoulders slope with what may be a tension let slide. Somnus exhales slowly, and he turns from the pyre. ]

Aye.

[ Silence follows the soft sound of his boots upon the ground. He pauses again. Then: ]

You are respectful, Deathmage, to all of the dead. Even those who no longer exist.

[ The silent moment shared at the edge of the funeral for a woman long dead-- more than words of comfort, more than embraces, more than coddling or reassurance-- it is far more meaningful to Somnus than Hijikata may ever know. ]

[mayoninofukucho]

[Hijikata only shakes his head slightly. He doesn't want to reject the kind words, but he can't really accept them either. Back home he's anything but respectful, cutting down enemies and not sparing a glance for their fallen bodies (and that's without going into what happened at the restaurant owner's funeral)... but then again he couldn't see ghosts back there, and for the better, because the rebels' ghosts surely wouldn't have anything nice to say to him.

He eventually musters a response.]

I'm respectful to the ones who aren't dipshits.

[His Mayorins have gotten restless. Given that he created them with personalities that appeal to his best interests they want to cheer him up now, so they tug on his trouserlegs and reach up. He takes one into his arms and strokes its back as he follows Somnus.]

...

You could wish her here again, you know. Alive.

[If he wants to talk to her. But something tells Hijikata that Somnus only wanted to say goodbye to her once more.]