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]

[ silence comes like a thunder crack. immediate, cutting. for moments, one almost feels like he is hearing things, but no— it is another vessel, and just as jaskier had done, they play his own song back to him. the notes, tried and sometimes wrong, are a symbol of trying, of effort, and for what? to speak to him. to speak, in the same language.

the effort to see into the window of his mind. and so, one joins, and sings back, falling in line with keys, mishaps, and more momentum to his siren's song. there is a strained shudder to his voice. some cracks he is not quite trained to sing through. but it comes, more passionate. more raw.

and it is clear that, he is moved, and he is here. ]

So give me The Night
The Night,
The Night.

[snaggletooth]

[ Ivan has his own baritone at his disposal. He only harmonizes once it's clear this has become a duet, and only as the chorus reaches a climax. The verse is prickly with meaning he doesn't yet understand; probably special in a way he doesn't yet want to touch.

The night comes down like heaven
The night comes down like heaven
The night comes down like heaven

Not that he knows the meaning of those words either, but by now he's come up with his own interpretation, picked out a piece of his own fate that fits their puzzling shape. And so—lending his voice comes so naturally, he could do this until there was no more night left. He could wait for the other to simply start again when it's inevitably time to stop.

That he interjects at all is simply because he's curious. ]

You seem surprised.
Were you not hoping for an accompaniment?

[uruz]

[ it's easier to talk after this, to answer curiosities. one could take the moment to wave away the strain inside his nose. ]

Never has my song echoed back to me.

[ well, until today. these days. ]

[snaggletooth]

[ It's true that he's sung to countless souls without a single one of them really listening. His voice was heard, but not understood.

A common plight, perhaps. ]

How long have you been waiting?

[uruz]

[ one considers, quiet, softspoken— ]

I have lost count of the days. [ actually— ] But is it truly waiting, if you never thought it possible?

[snaggletooth]

[ Somehow, he knows that this is One, that he is different from the rest of them, as if that information was already in his head from the moment he first thought to ask. ]

Yet you made your music, you sang, knowing it would only echo across an empty universe.
I've done the same. — Though, I suppose in my case it was less literal.
Humanity was trapped, not gone.

[uruz]

[ for a moment, one wishes that were the case with this world. that humanity was still trapped. not gone.

but they are. ]

Where were they?

[snaggletooth]

Caged by beings more powerful than them.
Used for entertainment.

Played with, and then broken on purpose.

[ A doll-like existence.

Ivan, of course, doesn't have to describe it in quite so many words, but there is something he is somewhat serious about finding out. ]

Will that happen again here?

[uruz]

[ that is not true for this world. one knows it. he wishes so much to believe it. that was he does, too— is the right thing. he's only ever done the safest thing. ]

No. We are safe here. So long as you worship— She will tend to us.

[snaggletooth]

[ Of course, do what pleases the one in control.

Such a strategy was his own once, and it kept him comfortable for a long time. But it did not save him. ]

I wonder then — why were you alone?

[uruz]

[ silence stretches to mark his own growing doubt; soon, that changes to defensiveness; not so much like an animal hissing or striking, but one propped into position. hackles raised, poised to strike if need be— out of fear. ]

I can't be alone— She is always with me.

[snaggletooth]

[ He notes that the frequency has grown fangs. ]

Hm? — Haha, oh, it was only a question. If Hers is the only the company you need, then I'm not here to tell you otherwise.
After all, my paradise is also just one person.

[uruz]

[ . . . his paradise. ]

Do they still walk?

[snaggletooth]

He walks, talks, and sleeps by my side. Lighting my endless night since before the sun rose.

[ That's true devotion on his tongue; there is nothing he could Worship more than who he already does. ]

We're grateful to be here.
We have nowhere else.

[uruz]

[ one believes he has that, even if there is an endless void in his chest. ]

She is divine. There is peace in Her Desire.
Worship.

[snaggletooth]

I'll see if I have room in my heart to spare.

[ Hm.

He seemed to have so much to say in the beginning, when his lungs were full of that song. Now, he only says one thing, ad infinitum. It's just like how they were taught to talk about the Great Anakt, who would supposedly be there to embrace them when their job on the stage was done. ]

Keep singing your meaning, mm? I hope to join you again.

[uruz]

[ he may sing significantly less, now. or perhaps, with more . . . offering rather than what he truly thinks.

one nods to himself, and the connection disappates like rising smoke. ]