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𝐧𝐩𝐜 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐭
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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One
Even wounded, Kalmiya's presence is a vibrant one. The primal wildwood heartbeat still resonates within the song she offers—not something she has the technical skill to play on an instrument, but the sound of her heart, open to a page more easily understood by the one she intends to read it.
In that regard, the instrumentation has nuance that it didn't before. A slight vibrato to the flute. An insistence in the strings. Fear and desperation for connection, wrought by Sleep's massive, cruel hands. But they cannot outshine the clarity of the gleaming bells—joy, whimsy, and above all, love.
The impression of a hand offered, steady despite what trembles underneath.
She cannot force One to take it. It may be that he never wants to speak to her again. But she must make one thing clear.
As clear as the bells, as clear as new daylight breaking into a cloudless sky:] I'm not giving up.
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when the startle lifts, one hums rather than uses his voice; it is shy and too humble all over again, a hand that he sees in the form of bells and flutes, strings and more, and he is too small, too afraid to take it again without consequences. the grandeur of the chorus overshadows the dwindling notes of his hum. ]
You should not wish to speak to me again.
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[Not the town of Sanctuary. Not One. Not even Sleep.
Still, she doesn't wish to overwhelm him. She can only quiet her own heart so much—it is less and less a strength of hers the further she gets from the upbringing that once necessitated it—but the song does gentle, slows and softens so as not to suffocate One's humming.] She's done that sort of thing to you too, right? Probably worse things.
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one never gets far, never too deep. it is dangerous to remember. and those who search are sure to find. one does not want to find things, at least not yet. he is too shaken to. ]
No . . . She has never.
[ some may argue it is worse, what she has done. but one is blinded. ]
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[There's a bubble of genuine surprise, though it deflates after a moment. Probably worse things. He just won't think of them that way.
Quieted for a moment, the tune eventually resumes with only the curious tinkling of bells. There is no judgment nor accusation in her query.] You didn't have to accept my invitation. Why did you?
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kalmiya receives the equivalent to a shrug, but that's only to stave off what he's truly feeling, at least immediately. if one is one thing, it's earnest, despite everything. ]
I . . . Thought . . . It would be alright. I thought— I wanted . . . [ he stops there. that's possibly it, without the need to trail off. he wanted. a dangerous thing. ] I was selfish.
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[Such had been obvious when he accepted her invitation, and it still holds true now, even with the consequences of Sleep's possessiveness still bleeding within her.
Softness goes dry with a wry note of humor.] Hells, it seemed like wanting was a good thing until what I wanted was you.
[She saw what all those dream-vessels were doing in the basement!!]
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he's embarrassed, actually. and the feeling expands tenfold. he hasn't been made to feel so shy in such a long time that . . . there really are no words to be said as he tucks his face away, even if its behind a mask. even if no one can actually see it. ]
You do not know me enough to want.
[ he's ugly. he's broken. he's unwanted by the grand majority. ]
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Kalmiya very politely tries to hold her fond amusement away from their thread across the Murmur. She has limited success, and some of that playful energy spills into her response.] You don't know me enough to know what I want.
[Despite the tease, it is not a retort without substance, because she understands what drives his answer even if she doesn't agree. She would say the same thing to anyone who claimed to know her, or love her, were their positions reversed. But wanting—that doesn't take much. Not for her, at least. She is a creature of connection and curiosity, and she'd very much like to indulge both with him.
She continues lightly.] Seems like as good a way as any to get to know each other, though.
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. . . You may be foolish enough to take that chance once more, but I am not. [ softer, less chill: ] I am— sorry.
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No need to apologize for that. [He can turn her down for whatever reason he likes. However:] Would have been more effective just to say I'm not your type, though.
[The playfulness in her tone is knowing. Disinterest is disinterest, but this is clearly more complicated than that, and she's not one to advocate against pursuing your own desires.]
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May you find peace in Her desire, Kalmiya.
Goodbye.
[ and that may be the last time in a very long time, that one speaks to anyone properly. ]
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[What does that mean? He, of all people, should know that Kalmiya will never find peace from any of Sleep's "gifts." The Murmur quakes with indignity and worry, fearful of what the finality in his wording heralds; there is the sense of tugging desperately at the snapped end of a cord.] Hey, we don't have to—
[A huff, determined despite the vibration of her anxiety.] This is not goodbye.
[That insistent tugging happens a few more times over the course of the month's remainder, though it always goes unanswered.
It doesn't matter. What matters is that when he comes back, he'll know she didn't give up. She's got her own desire to find peace in.]