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SLEEP
A manipulative enigma with grand presence and power within The Murmur that rivals that of a god, and many already treat Her as such. She is everywhere and nowhere at once. Call to her, and she may answer you. She may even treat you, if you treat her, but be prepared to sacrifice. Painful offerings and loyalty are her favorite gifts of devotion (She's also a hopeless romantic).
The Numerals and Espera seem to despise Her, and One is inexplicably bound to Her. What Sleep has disclosed about Her intentions seem quite simple: Collect more Vessels to host Her power, expand past the Earth She's tied to, and deliver them all from loneliness and prolonged suffering to a divine eutopia only She can create.
For that, She needs One.
The Numerals and Espera seem to despise Her, and One is inexplicably bound to Her. What Sleep has disclosed about Her intentions seem quite simple: Collect more Vessels to host Her power, expand past the Earth She's tied to, and deliver them all from loneliness and prolonged suffering to a divine eutopia only She can create.
For that, She needs One.
ONE
A somber, shy and elusive individual that better expresses himself through poetry and song. One's past is shrouded in mystery, tragedy and his own amnesia, but hinted to hold an incredible power that not even he is aware of. One has devoted his entirety to Sleep through blood sacrifice in an attempt to skew Her attention from the vessels to himself, but whether that was successful or not has yet to be known.
Vessels have been made recently aware that One has suffered Lunar Exaltation before the world was destroyed: An ascension, from mortal to more, and a beacon of power that remains the reason why Sleep seeks to claim him.
Vessels have been made recently aware that One has suffered Lunar Exaltation before the world was destroyed: An ascension, from mortal to more, and a beacon of power that remains the reason why Sleep seeks to claim him.
TWO
Not much is known about the Numeral Two, other than he is an expressive and unburdened Token, mute but not idle. He was very close to One before being thrown into a voided plane of existence by Sleep's hand, and scattered into fragments. Espera claims he is essential to returning One to his senses and putting an end to Sleep's reign.
Currently missing, but one fragment has been found.
Currently missing, but one fragment has been found.
THREE
An impish Offering of the Trickster variant, the Numeral Three has a playful disposition and colorful means of expression. Rather chaotic but not malicious, he takes the form of three-eyed corvids, cacatuas, and foxes with frequency, while answering riddles fuels his permanance for brief bursts. His connection with the Waking World is stronger than Two's, but in no less need of mending.
Currently his appearances are unreliable; He may be seen in shared dreams or when he has enough power to solidify from the Void's realm.
Currently his appearances are unreliable; He may be seen in shared dreams or when he has enough power to solidify from the Void's realm.
FOUR
The first Numeral to vanish and the last to be found. Not much is known about Four, other than having a very strong connection with Three.
Currently missing.
Currently missing.
ESPERA
Revealed to be Nymphai, The Espera were birthed from One's exaltation and were meant to guide him on his journey from mortal to more before being barred by Sleep. She, (or they), is (are) a singular entity of three bodies, which are missing in a similar manner to the Numerals.
She has a stronger presence within the Murmur but too weak to manifest physically, and is always watching to aid the Vessels in any way she can.
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PB NAME
PB NAME
Info Five Here
One
Hey, uh, are you there? I think I have that song for that lady done.
[Despite everything. Hopefully he doesn't need to write down the actual music, because he can't really do that. It'd be nice to have some recording equipment too, but you use what you can work with.]
Do you think you could tell me if she'd like it?
ROLL: 2
ROLL: 4
ROLL: 19
. . . Present your offering.
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[There's a sense of relief when the connection establishes, like he didn't expect to ever find that guy again... and maybe it feels like that guy didn't expect it either. But Toki smiles, adjusting the guitar in his hands.]
This is what I've got! And, uh... I don't have an amp, so we're gonna have to use our imagination, okay?
[But if anybody knows how to use his imagination it's Toki, and when he starts to play, he mentally layers the proper distortion over the soft sound of the strings. It's the song he'd showed off on the network, but this time more polished and even a little practiced.
See, he's been trying to start practicing a little more like Skwisgaar tells him to, even if old habits die hard.
He plays fast, because he doesn't know how to play any slower, and while his vocals are hesitant at first, soon he finds himself with more confidence, belting out mostly-finished lyrics about waking up in such a strange situation and how he's trying to handle it. It'd probably benefit from percussion, but as it is, he's done his best.
When he's finished, he takes a deep breath, trying not to worry too hard about the reception.]
Uh, that's it. What do you think?
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It is from the heart.
It is . . . Beautiful.
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[It's rare that he gets praise for anything he's written himself, but it's also rare that he shares any of that with anyone in the first place.]
Thanks! And, oh, thanks for helping me with the guitar too. You think she'll like this too? I wish I could record it...
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[ sleep is everywhere. although, something melanfholy settles at the desire to fully record the piece. they have no electricity, no more working studios. it's . . . his fault . . . ]
You may record it here. It will stay within the Murmur infinitely.
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Oh cool... then I could pretend some drums and stuff and make it a really big song...
[He'll have to work on that.]
So other people could listen to it if they wanted?
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Why did you come to me with this?
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Well... you're the one who told me about stuff, right?
[It only seemed right to go to the person who helped him out in the first place.]
And... you seem really cool!
[Anybody who's nice to him right now, when he can't help but feel a little lost without the rest of his band, is basically friend material. Anybody. No takebacks.]
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[ he's a nobody, he thinks. just a pinch of sand in the universe. who, perhaps, just so happens to be a really big rock. he doesn't believe in his size, though. so sand, it is. ]
What I gave was an exchange. Information for worship. You accepted.
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But... I wouldn't have thought about that if you didn't help, so it counts!
[So there.]
I wanted to tell you, 'cause you told me, and, uh, you know more than I do.
*do not, i just woke up π
Is there something else you wanted of me?
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Um, I guess... if you ever need someone to pal around with, you can always pal around with Toki. Okay?
[That's what Toki has to give.]
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he doesn't even know how to accept it. so, One slinks away, like a shy ghost that occupies the space of an elephant in too small a room. his disconnection feels more like water slipping between the spaces of your fingers rather than an abrupt cut. slowly. quietly. no fuss. ]
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Still, Toki made the offer, and he means it. He'll keep the metaphorical door open.]