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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Comments

[uruz]

[ one is startled into silence. toki will be a massive mystery to him, always— but there are two things here that are difficult for him to deny. the first is musicality. the other, company. insistent company, at that. ]

Would you . . . Provide chords?

[dethangel]

Yeah! I mean, I didn't bring my guitar or anything, 'cause... I guess I don't know how, I didn't know we were coming here, but... I can hum stuff, probably! Or... think about it...

[He'll probably still be figuring out how stuff works around here for a while. But he's happy to do a stupid little jam session with whatever he may or may not have.]

It'll be fun.

[uruz]

[ from under his hood and mask, all six of one's eyes glow behind slits, kept pinned to toki. lo and behold, in what felt like a blink, an instant . . .

there's his guitar on his lap. ]

Look again.

[dethangel]

[Suddenly there's a weight on Toki's lap where there wasn't before and he glances down.]

Oh, cool!

[The glowy eye thing? Brutal. The sudden guitar thing? Cool as fuck. Toki's fingers find familiar places on the strings and he gives it an experimental strum. Hell yeah. This party needs some cool tunes anyway.]

Okay. Let's see...

[With nothing particularly in mind, he starts playing a little tune he'd been half-working on recently, chugging along at a steady pace for how fast he goes.]

This good?

[uruz]

[ with music, one was nitpicky about certain things; not if it was good, though. if it was good, by his standards, he wouldn't mind adapting, improvising. that's part of . . . the fun of it. he hasn't had fun it quite some time. ]

It is enough.

[dethangel]

[Well, "enough" sounds... enough. He'll take it.]

Then... c'mon! Let's make this fuckin' party fun.

[Now that he's got it started, he can move along, playing whatever his whims lead him to. Everything he does is heavy by default, but there's something of a brightness underneath to go with it.]

[uruz]

[ one sings from the soul, the heart; to say that there are any particularly fun and upbeat lyrics in his poetry may be asking for too much. his voice is like a siren's, an angel's, but woven deep is the marrow of his sadness as he watches the others below him. ]

Don't you know too much already?
I'll only hurt you if you let me
Call me friend, but keep me closer
And I'll call you when the . . . Party's over

[dethangel]

[It's different, playing with One. Nathan's voice is a gutteral growl, and while Pickles has a nice voice, he only gets to sing occasionally, and Dethklok's songs are often more about anger and violence than the utter sadness drifting through One's words right now.

It's different, but Toki likes it.

It's been a long time since Toki's really been able to just jam. Even before being dragged into whatever Sleep's doing, Dethklok had to focus on the whole saving the world thing. You had to be precise with that. There were stakes. You couldn't just fuck around. This feels like things used to be, kind of, where it didn't matter so much.

Maybe there's stakes here, but he doesn't have to think about it the same way. He can feel it as he watches over the near-same view, so he just lets his fingers work the strings, trying to match the vibe. His natural optimism tends to shine through no matter what, but he can make it blend well if he really tries.]

[uruz]

[ it's been a while since one has done something musical, with someone. they've all disappeared, left. one by one. the only one who remained was espera, and even then one felt himself distancing from her in his solitude.

it reminds him of the others. it reminds him of the one before the fall. all of them. gone, now. ]

Don't you know I'm no good for you?
I've learned to lose you, can't afford to
Tore my shirt to stop you bleeding
But nothin' ever stops you leaving

[ from highs and lows, to tight screams, growls, and whispers. ]

Quiet when I'm coming home and I'm on my own
I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that

[ and eventually, he stops. ]

[dethangel]

[Toki plays along, allowing himself to feel the words, the feelings behind them, combining his work to create something new. He's a rhythm guitarist, but Skwisgaar's not here, so he allows himself to slip into more of the lead the more comfortable he gets, experimenting on where to put more interesting ideas than he usually gets to play with.

He misses his band, his chosen family, and he channels that into the music, but the absolute thrill of getting to play with someone for fun works its way in there as well.

When it seems like One's done, Toki finishes things off with a fun little flourish and sets the guitar down.]

That was cool! You have a really good voice. Been a while since I could just play with someone 'cause we felt like it.

[He's grateful, for sure. There's his joy in the Murmur, along with everything else.]

Thanks for jamming with me. We should do this again sometime!

[Jamming, hanging out, the works. Whatever this guy's got going on, Toki can't help but find him cool.]

[uruz]

[ cool. a good voice. wishing to do it again. one would want to do so, but there is a group he wishes to belong to again, deep down. how he misses them. how this makes him realize that nothing could replace them.

even though, this was freeing in its own way. ]

Perhaps.

[ if he doesn't destroy everything, first. ]

[dethangel]

[Toki'd love to stick around, especially since One's stuck up here, but he feels like maybe he's got to give him a little space after that. Nice and easy, like holding your hand out to befriend a cat. So he gets to his feet.]

Brutal. Uh, I'm at FAO Schwarz, you know, the big toy store? There's plenty of space to just do stuff, if you want. Got a space to play stuff... but the amps are fucked so we still gotta use the masks for that.

[He still dragged some amps he found over there anyway, even if he has no way of knowing if they'd actually work if he found a generator or something. Still brings the space together a little, anyway.]

You just gotta make a bunch of noise at the door, I'll hear it if I'm there. [On Sharon's suggestion, he put a bunch of toy musical instruments by the door in lieu of a doorbell.] Come pal around anytime, okay? See you later!

[With a smile behind his mask that reaches his eyes, he spreads his wings. launches himself off the pedestal with a friendly wave, gliding to the floor below.

That went well.]