𝐧𝐩𝐜 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭

[uruz]

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SLEEP ONE TWO THREE FOUR ESPERA

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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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[uruz]

[ the immediate connection is already sour upon hearing those words. like a hissing cat, espera swats at the chant that irks her, unsettles her, and— it may seem like that was it.

until espera finds ash, physically, within the dream, and soundlessly sits beside her, the mask over her eyes betraying the firm slant in her brows. poised, and painted lips pursed, she responds with a gentle observation, one that immediately makes her concern discernible. ]

You have been touched.

[sculptedash]

[Ash had a history with angry, hissing cats. So the immediate response isn't something she's exactly surprised or bothered by.

...What does surprise her when she suddenly has company right beside her. Her own blindfold inches up as her eyes go a little wide.

Then her own corruption is brought up and she tries to shrug that off.]

...Haey. I kind of kicked the hornets nest and got stung.

Would you believe me if I told you it's not the first time I've had something like this happen?

[uruz]

From you? I doubt nothing. [ there is a bit of smug humor attached to that. she's seen the murmur, connects with it often to keep watch of her peers, despite not having the time or energy to reach out. her tone mellows and she asks now, with a bit more urgency: ] Have you not a Tether to lean upon? To drive this wretched touch back from whence it came?

cw: Some vague suicide ideation.

[sculptedash]

Huh. You know. I probably walked into that.

[She does know she tends to run her mouth a lot on the murmur, and her side of the universe seemed a little bit more fantastical.

She pauses on the question briefly. She thinks back to the moments to her leading up to arriving here.]

What if I didn't think that was a good idea? What if I'm getting what I deserve and in the long run everyone will be better off if whatever happens runs it course.

I lost every connection I had back where I come from. ...It's bound to happen again.

[uruz]

[ espera seems to cast her gaze upwards, her nostrils flaring with an indignant, almost exasperated huff. ]

I have known one whose thoughts mirror yours. [ hilariously, his name is one. but she does not yet disclose that. ] Such ways of thinking will prove your undoing, Sibling.

[sculptedash]

[Ash considers that for a moment. She's not exactly bother by the huff of Espera's opinion on the matter. She knows what she had done back in her own world. She knows why she did it. She knew if Invictus hadn't brought her back, and if Sleep wasn't able to... Well that was part of the reason she had taken up the call in the first place.]

Well maybe it's not such a bad thing if some of us were undone. Before they find a way to undo everything else.

[Net positives all around for everyone.]

Besides this isn't exactly what I was asking about when I came around here.

[Or at least she thinks it isn't.]

[uruz]

[ espera is quiet, but not finished. contemplative of her answer, she is above all sympathetic. but she will allow the point to slide, if only for a moment. ]

Then what did you call upon me for?

[sculptedash]

[She wanted to take some of the pressure off herself in this. She hadn't quite expected things to turn in that direction when she reached out. But... The initial hostility to the chant-, and then shifting into this.

...Maybe she should have expected it.

She gestures around the area around them.]

This. All of it. Like- I get the whole dream thing and nothing should really be considered normal.

But does any of it feel off to you? There's like a weird edge of gross suffering that reminds me of home in the worst ways.

[uruz]

[ espera goes deathly silent, shifts in her seat and tips her head back. ]

Do you truly understand it? [ her question heavily implies doubt, rather throwing the question back to ash. ] Have you asked yourself, who this dream belongs to?

[sculptedash]

[Okay. She notes the doubt in her tone. But the question does hit Ash a little more when she actually thinks about it.]

Well... Okay. Not really.

But we're in a dream- Like the last time. And that made sense to me.

I was kind of assuming it was Sleep...?

But- I did end up seeing a bunch of visions from other people... So I guess it could be anyone.

[Okay. The gears are starting to roll in Ash's brain and she starts looking around for someone who gives off "Main Character Energy." Eventually she settles on One sitting by his lonesome, and she lightly points in his direction.]

...Is it That Guy?

[uruz]

[ espera does not nod, does not look; she already knows. but her tone grows heavy with weariness. ]

That is One.

[sculptedash]

[Ash is doing her best here. She's a more act on impulse girl than think things through. She kind of needs to be guided through it.]

Okay. So is it his dream?

...Or I mean if it his dream- And things are off.

Then does that mean he's off? Or going through something?

[uruz]

We are Tethered, [ she sighs; it was horrid, to feel this way: helpless. not enough. they are friends— ] yet our bond alone is not strong enough to pull him from the depths of Decay. The ones that are eroding as the nights stretch . . .

[ a pause, and she turns directly toward ash. ]

. . . I need your help, Sister. All of you.

[sculptedash]

[It’s “sister” that hits Ash like a ton of bricks. She had been unable to save her adopted brother and biological sister from their fates. It was something that still haunted her to this day. Fox’s death she couldn’t really stop, but she felt personally responsible for Harp’s.

Her lips turn upward briefly before twitching down into a frown. There is a part of her that wants to take on the task, another that hesitates.]

What if I’m not good enough?

What if I just end up ruining your chance to succeed?

My track record with family isn’t great.

[uruz]

[ if only you would listen, espera thinks, although she thinks of someone else right along with ash. if only you knew your worth. instead, she straightens, turns, and reaches for ash's hand in both of her's. one cradling the bottom, the other,, the top. ]

Family is not about perfection, Ash. That is the very reason mine is falling apart.[ it was never about being good enough. ] Your worth is not measured by the scars of the past, but by the strength you choose to bring forward.

You are not here by accident.

[sculptedash]

[“Family isn’t about perfection” that hangs with her for a moment along with the words “Crew means family, Ash. We loved him too.” She sinks down slightly suddenly feeling a little worse about herself. Maybe she had been expecting too much of her former crew.

She feels espera’s hands on hers. A steady, calming presence in the whirlwind of her own emotions. She isn’t so sure she can let go of her scars, or make up for the ones she caused. But there’s something comforting about the idea of needing to push forward.

“Maybe you got them for something amazing down the road.”

“You mean something that hasn’t even happened yet?”

“Yeah. So great job, you’re going to be awesome.”]

I think… I broke my last family because I was looking for that, after all the hurt.

I can’t- I can’t promise that I wont make the same mistakes again…

But I can try not to.

[uruz]

That is all we need.

[ and squeeze the hand, she does, painted lips curling into a sympathetic and pained smile. ]

I will call you all when we wake. One suffers from his own demise . . . We must find the others. Remember these names: Two. Three. Four.

[sculptedash]

[Ash had been left without much beyond the pain and anger that came with loss. She didn’t want to admit it, but she was truly weak for any sense of connection after that. Even if it felt like she didn’t deserve it.

So it’s easy for her to get lost in the grip on her hands, of being told that despite her faults that she was enough.

Her hands slip from Espera’s grasp so that she can instead embrace her if she’ll let her.]

I wont forget… I’ll be waiting.