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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.
With his fragments found, Two can now communicate through lights and electricity, but lacks a physical body. Something seems to be missing.
With his fragments found, Two can now communicate through lights and electricity, but lacks a physical body. Something seems to be missing.
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.
NIGHTMARES
First encountered during the Jaws dream event, Nightmares are familiars meant to aid Vessels through travel and companionship. Formed of shadow and mist, they may solidify enough to be touched and ridden, existing in a liminal state between dream and physical presence. Over time, Nightmares develop distinct personalities shaped by their bond with their Vessel, reflecting emotional resonance rather than command. After three months of Waking World presence, a Nightmare may take the form of an animal that represents its Vessel and may be permitted to shield or attack on their behalf up to once per day.
One (after the power comes back)
Wanna see if these amps I got still work??
[He dragged them from Guitar Center all the way to his place a while back, just in case.]
ROLL: 15
In the meantime, those who matter the most to One, who ever has, he cannot reach. He cannot feel. There is only a wall that towers over him. The other side is an impossibility. It is as black and murky as the sea. To say that he is in a foul mood now is an understatement.
What else must he do? Uphold his promise? He feels it looming over him as Toki's mental approach is gleeful like the sun itself. Hopeful, ever naive in the purest way. A test for him to either pass or fail with flying colors.
One is met with a choice; Sleep has provided for them. Bountiful harvest. Utilities. He cannot bend to his weak, lonely nature. He has everything he needs, does he not? ]
No.
[ He replies, curt and as quick as the snap of a taut bowstring. He has done everything perfectly. He would not fail, now. ]
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Oh.
[Toki won't let his hope completely fray, though. Maybe One's busy. He did just ask him out of nowhere, after all. Maybe they need to schedule it.]
Maybe... maybe tomorrow?
[His voice is tentative, nervous, but his friendly tone slowly returns.]
I was just... since some stuff's working now... it'd be nice, to check it out.
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Then go. You do not need me to roam.
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Oh! I mean, yeah, I guess I don't need you to come, but it'd be fun to hang out. I want you to!
[One's the one of his friends he doesn't get to hang out with very often. And, sure, there's all that stuff he learned about him, and some people want him to find out more information and stuff, but that's not the most important part. He'd want to hang out even if he was Just Some Guy.]
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I am not your friend, Toki.
And I tire from these sorrowful attempts at pursuit.
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Wh-what?
[A brief sense of panic. Did he fuck up again? Did he pick friends wrong yet again? Is this another Magnus situation?
But, no. Magnus still pretended to be his friend even as he hurt him. This is... different somehow, it has to be. This is like... when his friends back home pretend they don't care because it's not metal to care, right? It has to be! One's always been so nice. He was nice last time.]
Fuck... fuck you. Fuck you!
[He sniffles a little as he shouts, glad hes inside so nobody hears.]
I... told them you weren't bad, that people shouldn't kill you and stuff. You're still my friend even if you're being a... a stupid fucking jackoff asshole liar douchebag.
[So there!]
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If that is still your stance, you don't know me. You never will.
You should listen to them, for once.
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[The problem with Toki is, when he clings, he clings. He manages to make friends with the worst of the worst and never stops to think if he should, even when it hurts him.
One's words hurt, sure, but he swears he wasn't like this before. He digs in his heels. Something's wrong.]
I didn't... I didn't do that shit to help because you're a big stupid asshole who sucks all the time. You can't just be nice and then go actually I'm not nice 'cause I know you're lying!!!
cw: some unaliving ideation
he made an offering. things are going "well". he is a man of his word and actions, if anything. ]
Whatever you think we had only existed because I did not bother to correct you sooner. That is the truth you are skewering yourself on.
[ plenty of times throughout the days, one thinks if he should allow them to hunt him down the way they wish. that perhaps it would all end, if he were not around. a part of him still wants to live, though, a strangled, whithered part. he does not know how long it would remain choking before it dies, and his will with it. ]
. . . They warned you, and you ignored them because you wanted to be special. Necessary.
You are not.
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What... what the fuck are you talking about?
[One calling him not special doesn't really hurt. A big part of his life was all about not being special. And then he joined the biggest band in the world where everybody decided he was special anyway. Whether he is or isn't, it's not something that matters all that much to him. What matters is friends, caring about people.
Like he cares about this asshole.]
I ignored them because I like you! Because you're nice! Because... you were nice! I don't care about if you're supposed to be... fuckin'... important, or whatever!
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Then . . . Allow me to correct myself:
Your few conversations within the Murmur meant nothing to me. I do not want you in my orbit. You are a pest. And you are humiliating yourself.
I suggest you cease now before you do so further.
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[Because something is one hundred percent wrong here. They jammed! You can't just jam with a guy like that and pretend you hate him!!
Can you?
This doesn't feel like humiliation, not really. He's been humiliated before. He's not sure what it feels like. He knows you can be sad and angry all at once, but it always feels wrong.]
Fuck you. I'm gonna... I'm gonna be a real big pest! So fuck you!
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looks like he'll just have to be worse, next time. ]