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- arknights: gavial,
- culture (the): demeisen,
- enderal: jade the prophetess,
- ennead: set,
- expanse (the): amos burton,
- fate/: flat escardos,
- fate/: sakamoto ryouma,
- fate/: tezcatlipoca,
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- suikoden: yuber,
- zone-00: kiritsubo
techalaniani. [cw: dr...ugs...]
[ It’s about two weeks after the chaos that’s hit Highstorm and Springstar both. The dust has had time to settle and people have started to pick themselves back up. And in that busy time, the Shard-Bearers of Kenos are touched by someone new. It’s a mind that gives the impression of vastness in the way that other gods and similarly supernatural creatures have. There’s dark, fragrant smoke of copal, and the humid heat of a rainforest. It probably feels faintly familiar to some, since there’s just a hint of that warmth that feels similar to a certain sun god(dess)…
But as it focuses, that warmth seems to be coming from a campfire, perhaps oddly. The logs around it offer you a “seat”, whether proverbial or not, and it’s only if you take one that the speak themselves will come into more focus. But the introduction that comes with it is much cooler (in both senses of the word) than the bubbly Quetzalcoatl. ]
Yo.
[ …Is that how the newest god is greeting the masses? Yep. Apparently so. ]
I talked to enough people when Kenos was jerking me around [ no, that was me, the player, ] that Communion is just more efficient. So, for those I’ve met and for those I haven’t, consider this a more formal greeting. You’ve removed my brother Quetzalcoatl and allowed me to descend in his stead.
[ And even though he’s identified Quetzalcoatl as his brother… The smirk in that statement is unmistakable. He’s pleased that Quetzalcoatl is dead. For those that know the mythology of the Aztec pantheon even faintly, this wouldn’t be a surprise at all, since Quetzalcoatl only has one enemy that would be glad to see the feathered serpent fall. ]
Name’s Tezcatlipoca. Tloque nahuaque. [ The Nahuatl is spoken with a sense of power that’s subtle, but still raw, even though there’s no one that would understand it. Still, it conveys the idea well enough—this is no minor god of that pantheon. ] If you know me, great, and if you don’t, well. Met your god Set one of the times I was stoppin’ by, and our whole deal is similar enough. I am conflict, so in the spirit of fairness, I’ve thrown my lot in with Zenith. Can’t have two gods that oversee war and conflict on the same side, yeah?
[ There’s humor in his tone that makes it seem like it’s a joke, but… No. It’s not. That’s a pretty significant part of his rationale for picking Zenith. Thanks Set!/Don’t worry about. ]
Anyways. All that formal shit aside, easy one to follow it all up. Ain’t often that I got a human body to enjoy getting fucked up. So, if you’ve got a preference for weed, hit me up. Workin’ on somethin’ artisanal there, but I wanna know the poisons of preference for the locals. Let me know what you get fucked up on, and I might even make it worth your while.
[ …So. You know. That’s one way to introduce yourself. ]
But as it focuses, that warmth seems to be coming from a campfire, perhaps oddly. The logs around it offer you a “seat”, whether proverbial or not, and it’s only if you take one that the speak themselves will come into more focus. But the introduction that comes with it is much cooler (in both senses of the word) than the bubbly Quetzalcoatl. ]
Yo.
[ …Is that how the newest god is greeting the masses? Yep. Apparently so. ]
I talked to enough people when Kenos was jerking me around [ no, that was me, the player, ] that Communion is just more efficient. So, for those I’ve met and for those I haven’t, consider this a more formal greeting. You’ve removed my brother Quetzalcoatl and allowed me to descend in his stead.
[ And even though he’s identified Quetzalcoatl as his brother… The smirk in that statement is unmistakable. He’s pleased that Quetzalcoatl is dead. For those that know the mythology of the Aztec pantheon even faintly, this wouldn’t be a surprise at all, since Quetzalcoatl only has one enemy that would be glad to see the feathered serpent fall. ]
Name’s Tezcatlipoca. Tloque nahuaque. [ The Nahuatl is spoken with a sense of power that’s subtle, but still raw, even though there’s no one that would understand it. Still, it conveys the idea well enough—this is no minor god of that pantheon. ] If you know me, great, and if you don’t, well. Met your god Set one of the times I was stoppin’ by, and our whole deal is similar enough. I am conflict, so in the spirit of fairness, I’ve thrown my lot in with Zenith. Can’t have two gods that oversee war and conflict on the same side, yeah?
[ There’s humor in his tone that makes it seem like it’s a joke, but… No. It’s not. That’s a pretty significant part of his rationale for picking Zenith. Thanks Set!/Don’t worry about. ]
Anyways. All that formal shit aside, easy one to follow it all up. Ain’t often that I got a human body to enjoy getting fucked up. So, if you’ve got a preference for weed, hit me up. Workin’ on somethin’ artisanal there, but I wanna know the poisons of preference for the locals. Let me know what you get fucked up on, and I might even make it worth your while.
[ …So. You know. That’s one way to introduce yourself. ]
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I mean, don't disagree. We're the underdogs at the moment, so let's focus on winnin' before we get to arguin' about what comes next, but... Honestly, that's gonna be a shitshow if it's supposed to be "fair". Shouldn't be.
[ The idea of all the Zenites he's met so far even cooperating seems farfetched. That they'd create anything seems impossible. ]
Like, I've created five worlds, and I'll be the first to admit that every single one of 'em was a mess. That's kinda the name of the game. Can't imagine mortals trying to do it, honestly. Ain't like I've talked to everyone since I just got here, but so far as I know? I'm the only one that could manage something livable.
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You'd have a hard time convincing everyone to give you the reins.
[ especially if he's done it five times already and all of them were "a mess"... ]
I used to think Yima must have some kind of plan for how we're going to make a new world that works for all of us, but... even if that was the case... she's gone now.
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[ He doesn’t expect anyone to. Honestly, he expects them to try, and when it fails or all the other Shard-Bearers live their natural lifespans, then he could take over. It’s nothing personal to him, and he’s not offended that they want to try. But as he sees it, it’s a pretty hopeless prospect from the start. At least there will be a god or two to take over, he guesses. ]
Shit, I assumed that I was here for the conflict, but could be just as much so that the whole new world thing doesn’t get totally screwed up… Not the kinda experience I was hopin’ to provide, but, eh.
[ There’s an impression of a shrug. ]
You think about this new world at all? Ignore everyone else for now, I just mean you and what you want.
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Does Tezca think that teach of them were brought here for their own unique reasons? Link was under the impression that it was random chance and luck that determined who got pulled out of the Timestream and who didn't... But the thought of being brought here for a reason makes his stomach turn. That's how things worked in Hyrule, after all. Link, Zelda, all the people of Hyrule, and even Ganondorf himself, they were all chained down by destiny. ]
I'm sure it won't hurt to have a god fighting on our side. [ He says gently, but it's clear from his tone that his mind had been momentarily distracted by something else. There is no time to linger on it, as the god has asked him a question. ]
I've thought about it. Asked a couple people that myself, too... that's how I realized just how much we don't really have a plan for what it's going to look like.
I think... [ he begins, slowing down to choose the right words. ] ...as long as the new world doesn't have the same problems that my home did... I'll be happy. As long as me and the person I got from Yima can live there peacefully, it'll be okay.
[ The new world doesn't need to be perfect. Hyrule was far from perfect, and if it were possible to save it — really save it — he'd choose to go back to it without a second thought. It doesn't matter if the new world has its own struggles or challenges. Any world is going to be like that. ]
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Guess it depends on what kinds of problems you’re talkin’. Something like “I don’t want war ever”, that one’s gonna be tough. That sort of thing is just baked into mortals. Not in a bad way, of course. Just is what it is.
[ He makes a thoughtful noise, then it’s followed with a shrug. ]
But peaceful? Yeah, that’s not too hard. Even a world that does have wars has its peace too.
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[ There's a sense that Link is bowing his head. He doesn't like talking about Hyrule anymore. His home, which he loves so dearly and still feels so devoted to, whose destiny was inextricably connected to his own in a never-ending cycle where neither good nor evil could ever prevail. A world that did guarantee peace, to a certain extent... but never permanently. A world whose fate can never change. A world that cannot, and will not, ever see progress.
It's something he'll tell Tezcatlipoca about someday. With the assistance of a lot of weed, probably. ]
...but, it's fine. I think some Meris have got the wrong idea about what we want — I know I didn't understand it for a long time, at least. But we aren't really looking for a perfect world. I think that's impossible anyway, right? But a world where we can live in a way that's not possible if we go home... I know that's possible.