isleofavalon | [open] SOMNUS & YOU, catch-all dec

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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Threaded | Flat

[Since he too was a fellow sculptor attempting to make a splendid summer home for some Spirits, the first step was figuring out what they wanted. For being a mix of otherworlders hailing from various realms, it'd be nice of them to not make requests that wouldn't be understood. So, here Zidane's hoping to find something at the library...]

[... stopping when someone tells him to hold.]

Ah, whoops! Sorry Somnus... Oh, hey, decided to help with these winter homes, too?

Again?!

[ Ritsuka's on foot, as usual, a bag slung over her back; the snow makes foraging mostly impractical, but there's still some stuff to find, if one is patient and persistent--which are two things that she does, in fact, pride herself on.

But neither patience nor persistence do anything for being startled. At least it wasn't on her head this time, but that doesn't mean she doesn't jump and skitter back a few steps. Ahhhh?!

Slowly, slowly, she looks up. It feels like this is something out of a comedy movie all over again: the feeling of a camera panning up as she tips her head back to look at the man on horseback.

At least she only chokes a little at the sight of him. ]

Yyyyyouuuu, huh--hi.

[Hijikata was looking for a couple of his mayonnaise mascots who apparently got side-tracked somewhere (the other 10 are walking behind him like ducklings) when he spots Somnus. Immediately he realises that this must be an important memory for him, and for a moment he considers quietly leaving so as not to disturb him, but seeing how still and unmoving he stands there he hesitantly approaches him instead and addresses him in a low voice.]

Am I intruding?

[The mascots stick with him, but at least they're quiet.]

Though initially Ardyn's idly curious, hoping for some amusement in this opportunity to root around in someone else's consciousness and find their weaknesses... his good mood quickly disappears as soon as the sylleblossoms begin to sprout up under his feet. It's not hard to guess whose mind this might be, and now instead of amusement there's the sheer annoyance that once again he has to be reminded of the past, that once again he has to deal with his brother.

He picks up his pace, moving like a caged animal, wanting to put an end to this quicker - but once the field opens up before him, Ardyn stops in his tracks.

For a few moments, there is nothing but silence. Then his breath returns, calm and even, the usual expression of aloof amusement on his features and a small, wry smile on his lips as he watches Aera's figure. How very, very sweet, both her apparition and this field of beautiful, delicate, fragile flowers.

He starts to stride forward, a dark shape among the white, leaving a darker trail as well, stems bent, petals crushed underfoot and trodden into the soil. There is no obvious malice to it - after all, how can one hate something that so obviously has no significance? There's the soft whisper of steel as Ardyn draws his sword, moving closer to Aera and paying no heed to Somnus's figure in the distance, then leisurely raises it...

... to bring it down in a wide sweep across Aera's back, in much the same movement that Somnus had originally killed her with. If there is anything Ardyn feels in the moment, it's the regret at the knowledge that this is merely a dream and he is still denied his revenge - and a twisted excitement at finding out how it must have felt for Somnus to kill Aera. If this is his brother's dream, then perhaps he can finally know what it was like, sinking the blade into her flesh, opening up skin and bone, warm blood down his hands, the metallic tang of it in the air.

Avalon Crossing

Oo-nye-doo? maybe oo-nye-doon't

Isle of Dreams

Isle of Dreams :) CW: murder... fantasy... things.......