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embersrpg · 3 years

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IT’S TIME ----

No one feels ready or prepared for the Reaping that has come on the early summer day. For some, the sun shines bright and hard, beads of sweat running down temples, sweat causing shirts and dresses to stick to backs. For others, it’s raining hard and there’s no refuge, leaving everyone soaked and shivering as they await for the bitter fate of the two tributes that will be heading into the Quarter Quell.

The Escorts stand amongst the crowd, before them, a massive bowl stands, littered with papers of the names of the victor’s loved one. No questions have been answered. Will Capitolites be in the pool? Will victors be in there? What about loved ones crossing over districts?

The moment is tense but it goes forward without question.

ONE:

Saffron Sky

The name which is first drawn in One summons Saffron Sky to the stage. Thirty-nine, she’s beautiful, tall, fit. She’s wearing a long silk dress as she blows a kiss to her cousin, a victor from a time long before she was able to win. She holds her head high. There’s absolutely no telling what the expression on her face says. She is a complete wildcard. Maybe that’s what she wants.

Gold Farlock

Gold is built. Standing at 6′6, people have always wondered if the Farlock family bread, or maybe even genetically altered, a perfect soldier. He’s standing beside Tiberius, who looks prideful as she shakes his nephew’s hand and he ascends to the stage. He’s far past the age of being able to fight in the Games in a normal year. It can’t help but raise questions; coming from a family such as this, why hadn’t he fought back then? And why were they so excited now?

TWO:

Osa Pittsmith

Elegance has never looked so clear on a face before. Osa Pittsmith, older sister to the brutal victor, Teal, was always rumored to be brighter, more charming, more attractive, but what she made up for in personable skills and looks, she lacked in sheer brute force. As far as you can tell, she’s an enigma. But both she and her sister share a long, meaningful glance that is hard to define.

Terra Ivornary

The audience freezes as they all cast their eyes to the older woman. In her early sixties, she’s plump, but she walks with pride up the stage. She’s a baker from the square, but she has confidence. The only noticeable mark of her age, regardless of the graying hair and withered skin, is her trembling hands. To come from a Career district, reaping a simple baker seems shocking.

THREE:

Zero Holloway

Someone clears their throat when the name gets drawn from the bowl. The young man fixes his glasses before he starts for the stage. Someone tries to reach for his wrist but he slips from their grasp before it’s too late. It’s cold. It’s quiet, but Zero stands among the rest, accepting fate.

Citron Gulwether

No one even knows who Citron is, who they’re connected to. Seventy, withered, and looks tired. There’s someone far off that you could mistake for calling to volunteer as tribute, but it goes ignored. Citron moves slowly towards the stage, but manages with no help. Their breath is loud, they’re running out of steam but it’s all for the game.

FOUR:

Marina Tidestrum

She emerges from the crowd, but not confused. Just a slow step forward as if this is a declaration of sorts. The ex of Roux Selkirk Her fingers rub together nervously as she tries to search for eyes that will give her the answers. She doesn’t get them. She just gets to the stage where she’s championed like an icon. It feels far from that.

Abe Iss

Abe stands tall. He’s built well enough that there are some that clap at his reaping. A lot more reassuring of victory than the previous draw. He’s smiling, or at least, it looks like it’s supposed to be a smile. He’s not particularly attractive or charming, but he’s built. He’s a mentee to an old victor, much like a grandson. His fists clench and he looks brutal, but also, for some reason... uncomfortable.

FIVE:

Darby Skiberry

Darby Skiberry was a nurse. Specifically, one that took care of the children. She was in her mid-forties, been a nurse for thirty years. She was a mother figure to many, including the victor for the 67th Games, Ambro Forge. There’s some sobs from the crowd as she climbs to the stage, her fear is evident.

Kin Rosesand

The youngest child in the Rosesand family, youngest sibling to Aven, perhaps the most needy in the bunch, but now a young adult, trudges onto the stage and cries. Openly. They do not want to be there, and the eyes of hundreds on them, gives them a visible tremble. This was not what they were prepared for.

SIX:

Helena Clearwater

She’s forcing a smalls mile on her face, dusting off her dress as she starts for the stage, no guidance needed. Pista Clearmark’s mother, ever the beacon of warmth, has now found her time. It’s hard, judging from the audience, if she’s happy or heartbroken.

Cabil Stulvurg

Stulvurg is an old name. Cabil is young. Twenty. Everyone knows that boy is twenty. He was birthed in the river from his mother who didn’t get to see the face of her new baby boy. Stulvurg designs the very trains they build. Baster Stulvurg, Cabil’s father, was intense but never terrible. But Cabil was warmth. Cabil, who made the mistake of falling in love with Haldi Commonbo, the winner of the 70th Games. Haldi, who shrieked and cried as her lover sauntered onto stage. Baster, a cold and collected man, yelled for his son’s freedom. For once, power couldn’t buy safety.

SEVEN:

Nettle Blume

She can’t exactly see straight. She walks with a cane even though she’s in her thirties. After a lumber accident, Nettle was considered useless. Her family was going to perish after she couldn’t work any longer. Caspan Roseleaf, who was a victor over forty years ago, hired her to tend to his home in the victor village. For over a decade, the two have had a tight bond, and watching her struggle to get on the stage makes the crowd uneasy.

Harbor Gazel

There’s confusion that settles over every one. But Harbor... he’s not around anymore, is he? Doesn’t matter, next thing everyone sees is a frail, weak figure being tugged onto the stage. Harbor Gazel, is hard to recognize. There’s no hair to be found on their face. None from their head, their eyebrows. There’s wisps of eyelashes but they look near transparent, and there’s small adjustments to his face. Different cheekbones, mainly. He looks... kind of like Harbor. Then raises the question, has he been in Seven this whole time? No one can know, because before questions start being asked, he looks to the camera, and raises his hands, beginning to form gestures and movements. And then---... the camera cuts out.

EIGHT:

Beck Baxwoll

A younger sibling to Emory Baxwoll, not so small anymore, looks tired and worn from the day’s work as he steps onto the stage. It’s like there’s no room to process the pain of it all before he stands there. This is just another job he has to do, isn’t it?

Chrysanthe Silverhair

The local clothes maker. Sewist of all things even remotely appealing within Nine. Chrysanthe became friends and primary caretaker of Dahilia Feher years ago. A victor, now in her nineties, with no living family. Chrysanthe has always been a beloved force within the community, and there are sobs heard when they step onto the stage.

NINE:

Sola Honimoore

The reaping of Perri Honimoore’s son is met with silence. There are some in the crowd who are old enough to remember the story. The birthing of the young boy who became attached to Perri’s leg. The boy scooped up in the wreck of the Games. And now, as much as Perri has fought against it, it seems his ties to the Games is not ready to release yet.

Holly Nightwing

“It’s not fair!” She shouts only seconds after her name is drawn. “I didn’t ask to be loved!” She’s young. Maybe her mid-twenties. She looks at stocky as the grain that blows in the wind behind them. Only in whispers do they know of Holly’s secret companionship to victor Kuds Full, a victor from the 72nd Games. A Victor who had been married to someone else only monthsafter returning from victory.

TEN:

Ginger Flatlock

The daughter of the 32nd Hunger Games winner, Archer Flatlock, ascends to the stage with trembling knees, if only for a split moments before her back straightens into something that resembles forced confidence. Looking to her father, his face is pale, almost green, but makes no noise. He’s frozen in silence.

Bire Wildvale

Tall, but not especially built. Bire had a tendency to work on the fields. Just a simple man, in his late twenties. Bire married Fennel two years ago, the son of Archer Flatlock. Bire, while not blood related, was just as much a son in the Flatlock house as his husband. His eyes are read and he’s squinting from the son but he stands beside Ginger, hand on her shoulder. The Flatlock family, and specifically Archer, feels no mercy this year.

ELEVEN:

Birch Peaceroot

It’s a swift reaping. Elven is far too sued to their loved ones and their promising youths being ripped from their cracked fingertips. The young Birch, Rigg’s Nephew, hurries to the stage. It’s hard not to spot the horror that’s on his face as he looks out to his expansive district, and their forced apathy.

Parsley Fairwillow

There’s not many victors in Eleven. Not that are alive anyways. But Parsley, who’s close to middle age, peppered with silver makes in her hair, looks confused as she steps onto the stage. Her father, a victor of the 13th hunger Games, had died thirty-four years ago. As she’s lead on the stage by Peacekeepers, the horror registers on the face of some of those in the crowd. Even in death, your loved ones aren’t saved.

TWELVE:

Wren Thornewood

There’s an audible wail that comes from the crowd the second the name is drawn. Though it’s hard to find, without much fight, the young girl ascends to the stage, her hands joined together at her front. The crowd looks disturbed. The girl they came to know and adore. The girl who just barely got by last year from her sister. Her time as finally come.

Gage Overgrove

It’s horror on the man’s face as he starts for the stage. He looks back towards his wife, who looked plump with her pregnancy, that she was about ready to give birth at any moment. The Overgrove family doesn’t console, only stands frozen, and Gage can’t even look their sibling Hudson in the eyes as they stand beside the young Wren.

OOC --- THE MEAT AND BONES

Let’s just get into it. You guys voted, shockingly unanimously, wow. So, this is just a quick drop! We will have this plot drop for two days (two for my sanity because the next drop is huge and I need some time to write it all up), which is mainly meant to give you some time to write a self para reacting to this drop. It’s not mandatory. If you’d rather take the break, by all means, please do! I just ask, if you plan to write a self para, please take this time to get it up before the next drop.

For in character timeline, from here there will be quick movements. Characters get rushed to the train and there will be no meeting with loved ones (similar to Catching Fire, Katniss didn’t have a chance to talk to her family before being sent in again). You can write of your character getting on the train but do not write further than the first night on the train. The next drop will begin on the morning of the train ride to the Capitol.

Plot with other members if you’d like to mention conversations or interactions between characters in your self paras. I do not recommend this time to have threads since there will be so little time. But hey, if you can write a thread in two days, go off.

If you have an fc for your designated npc, send it my way (or if you want me to pick, bc I can def feel some vibes from the ones you guys have). I might make a graphic since I definitely have some npcs in mind for some folks on this list. Not guaranteed but... I might make one.

You might be wondering if you will be able to write against any of these npcs. The answer is... maybe. 24 npcs sounds like a lot to me so I’m trying to figure out how to best write npcs that doesn’t burn me out and gives everyone a chance to write with and npc (doesn’t have to be the npc tied to your muse, could be any of them). If that’s something you might be interested in, message me. By gaging how many people are interested in how many npcs will give me an idea of the work it’ll take. It’s not a guarantee but it is a check for level of interest.

Many characters talked about volunteering in their threads, it’s up to you whether they did or not but if they had, it wouldn’t have been successful, and their volunteer would have been rejected. I am kind of bending some rules because I assure you, putting your character in the games would be really boring and not as much juice as what I have planned for what happens outside of the game. I don’t plan to metagame/godmod this hard as an admin beyond this, but hopefully you guys understand that I am just trying to keep everyone from writing themselves into a corner.

Also just want to say, I know not every character has a loved one that were reaped. I had tried to keep things pretty strategic and fair. The hope is that this creates an interesting dynamic to potentially cause conflict. Those who have loved ones at stake vs. those who have love ones that were spared. I am always open for feedback and if you feel that this plot doesn’t set your character(s) up for success, please let me know! We’ll try to work something out.

I think that’s all I’ve got to say. You know where to put questions. Happy Hunger Games. Heh

Start date: Right now

End date: April 28th

Tag: The Reaping (this is not a chapter because there is no time threading.)

#embersplot #heheeheheh

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classpect-musings · 6 years

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Could you analyze a bard of time? (I love your blog so much!!)

Sure thing! (And thank you, I’m glad you enjoy it! c:)

Classpect Analysis: Bard of Time

Active or Passive: Passive

What they do: Bards allow the destruction of their aspect or allow destruction through their aspect. Time is the aspect of endings/inevitability, repetitiveness/rhythm, mechanisms, timelines (and literal time), and death/mortality.

Active equivalent: Prince of Time

Inverse: Maid of Space (Porrim Maryam)

A Bard of Time would start off acting like a Space player. Space often represents watching as opposed to acting, and Bards are pretty passive players (at least at the start), so the Bard of Time would be very chill and calm. They might be the type to space out frequently, lost in their creative thoughts. Maybe they act like a hippie artist, always relaxed and at ease as they make their creations. I could definitely see this Bard being the type to make and wear DIY baggy rainbow tie-dye T-Shirts. And speaking of DIYs, upcycling is definitely up this Bard’s alley too! They reduce, reuse, and recycle like no one else’s business, taking supposed trash and turning it into their latest creative endeavor.

Space is the aspect of femininity, so the Bard of Time might be interested in fashion– adding in to their DIY, tree-hugging type style, there might be some kind of influence in their wardrobe from the 70s. They also might be the type to dote on their friends in a motherly sort of way. They keep a bunch of low-maintenance plants around their house, too, because they want to be able to support as many as they can. Maybe they grow tea leaves, drink the tea, and then try to read their future. This Bard might also have a lot of frogs in their vicinity.

The Bard of Time currently lacks or avoids their aspect, Time. They might upcycle things again and again, still believing that they can use it for another purpose or creation. They’re reluctant to let go of things or suddenly act out, and as a result they tend to procrastinate on important things. Combining this with their passive nature, this makes the Bard of Time seem very careless. (And because they tend to put off or forget to do things, this could lead to these things gradually being destroyed through Time.) Time can also represent repetitivity/monotony, so they strive to always create something new and interesting in order to avoid falling into a pattern. And, with Time representing endings/death, they surround themself with Space in order to block out the death and destruction happening in the real world. They like to believe that there is still some light even amongst all the darkness. This Bard hates to think about death and likely wastes a lot of their time on silly recycling projects or whatever else is on their mind that day.

So, your typical Bard of Time would be a recycling, tea-leaf-reading hippie living in a giant atrium with paintings and plants, basically thriving in a setting akin to a fever dream. Super nonthreatening…that is, until they go through a sudden change.

Bards do start out acting like players of the opposite aspect, but once they have a sort of aspect-related collapse in their life, they actively pursue their aspect, trying to take in as much as possible. The Bard of Time’s collapse definitely won’t end well, considering how the aspect of Time is. Because they enter SBURB (or any other version they’re in), they have to realize that the world will end, and the universe they are so used to will be completely obliterated. That would definitely shatter their tree-hugging hippie nature. On a smaller scale, though, the Bard of Time might witness the death of a family member or a close friend, or even the destruction of their precious artwork. This destruction could perhaps be caused by their own negligence, as in, their passive attitude. Time would suddenly rush into their life, forcing the Bard to realize that the end is inevitable. They can’t avoid it forever.

You might be thinking that this Bard’s sudden character development change could be detrimental to the whole session, and that’s certainly true, since Bards are usually a wildcard in their session capable of saving or destroying it. However, if the Bard of Time does not go through this collapse, they might be just as bad (or worse!) off. Due to their procrastinating and laid-back nature, it’s likely that they wouldn’t bother with the upkeep of timelines. This could easily lead to everything spiraling into disaster. Their so-called ‘screwing around’ with the timelines could end up creating paradoxes and lots of doomed timelines too. And there’s no telling how successful they’d be at initiating the Scratch, either (though maybe that would be a little easier for this Bard, considering how it is a way to allow the destruction of that timeline by creating a reset of the session). Also, this Bard’s natural tendency to avoid death will also prevent them from facing Time. It is only through a major catastrophe in their life that they can learn to face their aspect.

But anyway, once the Bard of Time has their collapse moment, they’ll start to experience Time in great measures. They will become a much more active and outspoken person, plunging headfirst into all the destruction they witness. Nihilism? Absolutely! They’d stare death right in the face and say, “You know what, I don’t even care anymore.” This would probably result in a lot of timeline hopping too, which, like I said before, could end up being very fatal, but it’s important that the Bard experiences Time. They might even start to destroy all their art and purge their home of any of the recycled creations they have, finally learning to let go. They might keep some clocks around in order to make sure they are always on time. They might also pick up playing an instrument, since they don’t seem to have as much faith in their artwork at this point.

The Bard eventually creates a sort of balance by destroying their aspect, intuitively learning “how much is too much?” They have learned when to lay back and when to act. They’d be able to allow destruction through Time. This could involve them destroying through the literal timing of events. They’d be able to use their time travel to go forward and do something, like, “Here, let me put this banana peel right by the cliff!” And then, at just the right time, an enemy would slip over it and fall to their death. That’s more of a specific example, but in truth, this idea of destruction through timing can have a variety of applications. If the Bard were more evil, they could use this against their own team by making all the wrong things happen at the wrong times. Even the most clever and well-thought out plans would stand little to no chance against the Bard, who uses their time travel to cause the destruction when you least expect it. Destruction through Time could also involve the gradual decay of any object or, horrifyingly enough, a person. So they could do some subtle damage over the course of the battle with the Black King, gradually chipping away at his strength in a way that goes unnoticed but does a significant amount of harm. Another way this Bard could destroy through their aspect is through themself, or their own Time. So they might be able to summon a bunch of their selves from alternate timelines in order to gang up on someone. Considering their ability to decay timelines, though, it would probably be pretty chaotic. Time also has some relation to music and sound so maybe the Bard of Time can destroy through those in some way? So, to combine all these, the Bard of Time appears at just the right times on the battlefield, using it strategically thanks to the direction of a Seer, and starts strumming an electric guitar. The Black King just thinks it’s annoying, but eventually he raises a hand to his ears and finds that they’re bleeding. He is significantly weakened and can no longer hear, allowing players to have better success with attacking him. Cool, right?

Bards also allow the destruction of their aspect, so the Bard of Time allows timelines to gradually decay. Unlike a Prince, whose powers are powerful and difficult to control, a Bard might be able to direct this gradual enervation towards certain timelines. So it’s a great power if they have someone to advise them on what to do, especially a Seer, but it could go downhill real fast. Destroying Time can also prevent the future from happening, essentially, so this Bard might be able to decay Time until everything is stuck in some kind of loop or even a timeless bubble. The Bard might also be able to destroy their own Time, so they’d be much faster, more agile, and have a decreased reaction time. A Prince of Time would be able to use this in an extremely powerful way for offense, but I see the Bard of Time using this ability in a more passive way. (Maybe picture that scene from X-Men: Apocalypse in which Quicksilver runs around, moving stuff this way and that before it has a chance to affect anyone.) Destroying Time in an enemy could shorten their Time, as in shortening their lifespan. In a more literal sense, the Bard of Time could destroy clocks and music or musical instruments.

As for a land for the Bard of Time, I suggest the Land of Pottery and Tremors. LOPAT is a swamp land with lots of clay embedded naturally in the rivers. The consorts here are all very shy and often stay hidden in the beautiful vases that they have created and painted. They tend to not act on their impulses, resulting in a world with little change. However, a strange noise is starting to beat throughout the ground, shattering some of the pottery with the tremors. It comes from a series of clocks that the denizen has created in order to force the consorts from their homes. They tick constantly, and every hour, a bell sounds, causing the ground to shake. Depending on the hour of the day, they do more or less damage (one toll of the bell vs twelve). The Bard of Time must learn how to stop or destroy the clocks in order to prevent all the pottery from being destroyed, but they also must make sure that some mechanism stays in place that gradually destroys some of the pottery at times so that the consorts aren’t always hidden away.

We don’t know much about the weapons for Bards apart from Gamzee’s clubs. As for Time players, we have seen a variety of weapons (sword, whip, needles?). Since a Bard of Time would start out acting like a Space player, they might have a Space-based weapon, something big and flashy, like maybe art supplies or a giant shovel for their gardening. Once they suffer their collapse, they might start to use a Time-based weapon. As for a cool powerful weapon, Crowbar from the Felt has a crowbar (wow, who would’ve guessed?) capable of destroying any kind of temporal artifact, so maybe the Bard has something similar.

Overall, the Bard of Time is an interesting classpect capable of some pretty cool abilities, as long as they don’t completely screw over their session. Thanks for reading!

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