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]

[ one does not flinch, though every muscle reads readiness— not to flee, but to endure whatever it is he anticipates like the coming of a storm overhead. ]

I know what you see when you look at me. A mark. A weakness. A wound to strike.

[ he sees her anger. he tastes it like droplets of copper red in the water. his voice stays low, steady, but there's a blade's tremor beneath it, the restraint of someone already tasting blood in the air. ]

I cannot turn away. Even knowing it will ruin me, I remain. That is the only truth you will pry from me.

[merged]

Will ruin you? [ The words twist into a sharp, bitter laugh, laced with a cruelty Sharon isn't entirely accustomed to yet—not in this body. ] You're already ruined if you that's what you believe. [ Cannot.

He may sit above her, holding the higher ground, but she stares up at him with the weight of someone looking down—pitying the man he once was, loathing the one before her now. ] Was it worth it?

[uruz]

[ there is just . . . silence. one's mask is hidden beneath the shadow of his hood. his silence should say more than anything he has left to say. ]

It is . . . Always worth it.

[ part of him doesn't seem to be convinced of himself, his own words. but he cannot remember enough to make to correct call. the blur of memory that remains gives him little to work with, but his most intimate core knows.

his most intimiate does not want this. but how to stop—? ]

[merged]

[ It would be easy to brush past the faint waver in his voice, that subtle flicker of doubt, but she catches it. Her expression shifts, pity and disgust still etched into it, though she edges back a step as if gaining distance might help her see him more clearly. ]

Liar. [ The word slips out, not sharp or condemning, but startled—genuine surprise coloring her tone, as though she doesn't quite know how to handle what she's just realized. Her thoughts spill next in a stream, disjointed but deliberate, piecing themselves together as she speaks. ] And she must feel that. If there's a piece of her lodged in all of us, she has to know. But she probably doesn't care. Why would she? She still has you. And she'll never let go. What you want? That means nothing to her.

[uruz]

[ One's shoulders tense, fingers twitching at his sides as though the words themselves are knives. He steps back, not fully meeting her gaze, eyes darting to the shadows around them. A sharp inhale rattles in his chest; his jaw clenches, teeth pressing together as he struggles to steady his voice.

He tilts his head slightly, weighing how much she can see— the anger, the fear, the guilt tangled together, but refuses to look away completely. The words hang heavy between them, and for a moment, he sways on the edge of running or standing his ground. His chest rises and falls unevenly, subtle tremors betraying the tension he cannot name aloud.

Even as he leans away, as if pulling back from her scrutiny, the line of his jaw is hard, and his voice, low and ragged, cuts through the quiet. He is both retreating and declaring, a contradiction only he could carry with such brittle grace. ]

You are just like them . . . Like all of them. You cannot understand. She is safety. That is all I need.

[merged]

[ One reacts like a cornered animal—desperate to escape, yet bracing to face the moment head-on, but only because he has no other choice. He is here, and he is trapped. To run from her would be to admit she's right—and how would Sleep take that? How would Sleep react to him fleeing?

That's when Sharon sees Dahlia in him. Guilty. Aching. Rage simmering just beneath the skin. But too afraid to fight against the chains cutting his wrists raw. Even as he makes his bold declarations, Sharon knows better than to believe them.

Just as he doesn't believe them himself. ]

She isn't safety—she's just the danger you know. A danger you've learned to live with. Maybe even one you think you deserve. [ He's as much his own jailer as Sleep is, and while Sharon will never know what it means to surrender to something like Sleep, she knows what it means to lock herself in a nightmare, to stay there convinced there's nothing better waiting for the worst parts of her. ] You'll see.

[uruz]

[ whena lie is spoken so much, one may begin to believe it, as truth. so many people have told him. all of them have either been hurt, or disappeared. slipped from his grasp.

he allowed it to happen, sleep coaxed it. he did her bidding. there is something stirring. his quiet is not without meaning. one turns away from sharon and walks to the farthest corner of his pedestal, sitting on its edge like a man contemplating worse than simply sitting.

leave me, his silence and distance say. ]