Ygin

[oi_theoi]

Ygin The Unknown, Madness, Fear, Night	❧ Played by Nishi
Appearance: It is impossible to get a clear picture of Ygin all at once. It has feminine hands, but a clenched, lantern jaw. You might see the line of a cloak, hunched and stooped, but you might also see flowing, black hair. It has a long, lizagon-like tail, and the presence of it is most often the only consistent sign it is openly in the area. The voice is a low, genderless whisper, directly in the person’s right or left ear, inaudible to anyone else. You might sometimes hear feathers, or the rasp of scales, gurgles or scrapes. The smell is dry and papery, or wet and fetid. Whenever Ygin is around, people will feel a tight feeling between their shoulder blades, as if something is watching them. Characteristics: Childlike, insatiably curious, sadistic, inquisitive, ponderous, demanding, fickle, irrational and sometimes outright gibberingly insane. Likes: Courage, terror, chimeras, were creatures, shape shifters who lose control by nature, self-awareness, emotional vulnerability, hallucination-prone people, scrying or dreaming powers, phobias, playing mind games Dislikes: Bravado, rhetoric, scholarly learning, order, science, machinery, unflappable people, people without curiosity, obtuse people, bright lights, restrictions.
Shrine: The shrine presents itself as a dark opening in the wall. It’s large enough to walk into, but you cannot see, hear or sense anything inside. Ritual: Getting its attention can be as simple as putting a hand in the opening, but walking entirely in is guaranteed to get an answer and quite a bit more favor.
❧ Will Take	❧ Will Give
Nightmares Fear Insomnia Confessions of dangerous/shameful secrets Maps of uncleared areas Accounts of previously unknown animals (it doesn't have to be real as long as the character is convinced it is) Spider silk Porcumonkey quills Alcohol Spirit draining powder Furbies (successfully caged) Pieces of your sanity (temporarily or permanently) A single sense (temporarily or permanently) Destruction of lights in the dorm areas	Restoration of a single sense Mirrors Hand lanterns Incense Scented candles Candy (Hallucinogens) Curse removal or status effect removal Obscuring cloaks, cowls or form/gender/identity hiding clothes Soft-soled shoes Mental healing I - Can give two talismans, one will restore sanity: soothe, comfort and calm. The other will sap sanity from someone else in any way the player chooses. The second talisman can be shared between multiple people in order to keep the cost low. Mental healing II - Can devour your insanity. It's delicious. Information on flora and fauna in explored areas Understanding of the world (Hallucinations)
❧ Exchange Rate
Items to Units Worth Offering 1 Unit Fear (a shock or start) Confession of a phobia Accounts of new animals/plants Spidersilk (per handful) 2 Units Fear (challenging a phobia) Confession of a shameful secret Small map of an uncleared area Alcohol 3 Units Fear (Panic attack or fight or flight terror) Insomnia Vivid nightmares Spirit draining powder Destruction of lights in the dorm area 5 Units Fear (Paralyzing or phobia CAUSING terror) A piece of your sanity One of your senses Units to Items Cost Reward 1 Unit A small hand lantern Scented candles/Incense Candy (hallucinogenic) 2 Units Hand or vanity mirrors Gender/form obscuring clothing Soft soled shoes Information on animals/plants in explored areas 3 Units Curse or status effect removal Full length or wall mirrors Understanding of the world~ 5 Units Mental Health (either method) Restoration of one sense
❧ The Were
Stage 1 Stage 2 Stage 3 Expectations and Powers of the Were

Comment with "Day x, Time" as the subject header.

Comments

Day 57, evening

[tonewlengths]

[Peering at the wall, aaaah this god is scary and I'm scared :( Takes a deep breath and hesitantly places her hand inside, is it safe to go in here...]

Re: Day 57, evening

[oi_theoi]

[Your hand reaches into something wet. It is gooey and thick, resisting that forward push. You're wrist deep when you hear a soft, toneless whisper in your right ear.]

brave one

brave one

what do you seek?

Day 61, Evening

[rabukidastrophes]

[okay he's been curious about this for a while now and since it is TOO RAINY to go outside much going to stare at this portal for a while and then sigh and walk in]

Yooo, this is Ygin-sama's place, right?

Re: Day 61, Evening

[oi_theoi]

[It's cold and muggy, the air sluggish and you walk into the portal. Something soaks through your shoes and splashes, dragging at your feet, and then your ankles as you walk.

Something leathery stinks in the air, and you hear the wheezing gurgle of something breathing nearby.

The darkness, however, remains deep, nothing at all can be seen around you.]

seek you

seek you ygin?


speak speak

Day 64, Night

[sharksong]

[Following some discussions with another pair of gods, Breeze is approaching the shrine. She'd been putting it off—and maybe it would be better to put this off and come back in the morning . . . But no, she wants to get this taken care of while her thoughts are fresh in her mind.]

[Sticks a hand into the hole, leaning forward juuust slightly to try to make out whether anything's in there or not]

Hello . . . ?

Re: Day 64, Night

[oi_theoi]

[Whatever you feel smooth, silky in texture and seems to give at the press of your fingers.]

seek you

seek i?

Day 67, Night [ Sigma ]

[foil]

[ It doesn't matter how hard of a battle worn soldier or how brave any of them are, everyone in this room is nervous to blow out their candles one by one. They've noticed the shrine for Ygin wasn't on the 4th Level where the others moved to, and it's too pressing to wait until they can get downstairs. There's a hesitation before the last candle goes out, and each of them has a hand on another don't lose track of each other in the darkness--

Leo is the first to ask, unsure if it'll work.]

Ygin?

Re: Day 67, Night [ Sigma ]

[oi_theoi]

[The silence stretched out in answer, deep and still. You hear your own breathing, and faint at first, but your own pulse throb in your ears...










Clammy, cold fingertips brush at your temples, sliding down your cheeks and then back up for face, covering your sightless eyes with blind, slow interest.]

you

you




i


remember

Day 68, Late afternoon

[rabukidastrophes]

[It takes a while but eventually Kida has gathered up all the needed parts from teh dragon hunt earlier that day: red lizagon heart, teeth, eyes, claws, tail, wings, and a long vineconda spine and skin. Everything has been put into urns that he carefully puts inside Ygin's hole before stepping in himself.]

Re: Day 68, Late afternoon

[oi_theoi]

[Most have rested quietly the whole trip, except the heart. It has rattled in its large urn, sucking wetly against the sides with each contraction. It's what makes it so remarkable that when you set it down into the darkness it goes still and quiet.

Slowly though, while you wait, staring into the dark, that same rattling pattern begins to thump into your own chest, shuddering through six enormous chamber, rushing blood through your veins in a mad, exhilarating rush.]

ready

sure

prepared

ready?

67 evening backdated

[thevineintervention]

[ SOMETIMES you just have too many feelings and Junji Ito on into a shrine ]


. . . ah? This is . . .

Re: 67 evening backdated

[oi_theoi]

is nothing

is fascination

is horror

is wrong

is unknown

is inevitability

is

Day 68, Near Midnight

[foil]

[ He's trudged through the third floor in the water. Whenever he comes across a light, he jumps and smashes the fixture with a rock, then continues to the next one until he reaches the shrine area - mostly abandoned.

Except he's promised to come, and stay awhile as payment for getting them safely to and from Ygin's realm. Still, he hesitates at the opening as if he's not sure this is the right place at all.]

...

Re: Day 68, Near Midnight

[oi_theoi]

[In one ear you hear:]brings the dark

[At the same time, just behind you:] hebrings the dark

enter

enter

do you come

Day 68, afternoon

[supraliminally]

[Entering the hole is pretty natural to Yukari, since her primary mode of transportation is, well, stepping into infinite black holes of nothingness. The sudden loss of senses is interesting, though. She reaches out, curious to see if there is anything to feel.]

Ygin, Ygin. Come out and play with me, please?

Re: Day 68, afternoon

[oi_theoi]

[The darkness wraps around her, layer at a time, like heavy, slippery silk. It folds around, like garments, ruffles of a dress, curling around her form.]

play

~play~

yes

Day 69, late noonish

[growsintheshade]

[Curiously looking at all the shrines and kind of wondering how they all work, having not seen the directory yet. As he's walking around each one, the dark patch of Ygin's shrine catches his eye and he leans to one side to get a better look.]

Eh, a hole...? It actually looks kind of like a tear... I wonder why no one's filled it in or something, what if someone fell in...

[WELP, coming a little closer to see if it's just a trick of the light and there's actually something in there]

Re: Day 69, late noonish

[oi_theoi]

[You can't see anything within. The darkness is deep, complete... eerily tangible. There's a sheen to it, in some places, others a dull emptiness.]

Day 70, Late Afternoon

[foil]

[ To say he looks like shit is an understatement. Leo has gone through the ringer today, and hastily applied bandages were all that lets him out of everyone's sight for even five minutes to come to the shrine. He's dragging several pieces of a canopy moss lion: claws, eyes, teeth, and fur, along with its alarmingly beating heart into Ygin's shrine wrapped up in his own red cloak. Cuts and bruises are the least of his worries; There's dried blood on his forehead and his arm has been mauled, and the bones are broken. The concussion he had earlier is mild now in comparison.

Elliot had to pry his sword out of Leo's fingers when they found him. When he thinks about it, a surge of adrenaline pumps through him again, and he has to take a deep breath to calm himself and step forward. The instant darkness is disconcerting and he loses his bearings with the first few rushed steps. Vertigo washes over him until his knuckles turn white gripping the cloak-bag and he has to stop moving. Any sign of the exit is gone. The beating heart is the only thing he can hear at first. When he speaks, it's exhaustive, words drawn out in tired partial sentences.]

Ygin? I'm back..
I brought them..

Re: Day 70, Late Afternoon

[oi_theoi]

[There's a long moment without answer... when it does, it's distant from within the shrine, far from the comfortable light of the afternoon.]

step in

step in

72 evening

[thevineintervention]

[ She's exhausted but mostly uninjured when she comes back. She's really only made a cursory attempt as cleaning herself up, so there is still plenty of blood under her nails, in her hair, staining her dress. The bundle she's carrying barely fits in her arms. Inside are the heart, spines, a claw, the jawbone and cloaca/uteran track of a great red worm, all wrapped reverently in the leather of its wings. Even the packaging, however, can not disguised the slow, steady, sucking beat of the heart. It's all seeping blood slowly, which despite her best efforts is falling to the shrine room floor in fat red splatters.

She takes a deep, steadying breath offering her haul into the darkness. ]


I have what it wanted, I think.

Re: 72 evening

[devotedtothecore]

[ he's at her side, equally exhausted and looking more the worse to wear, the blood staining his own clothes and limbs more than just the lizagon's. Even with what healing was administered he leans a little more heavily on his weapon than he would prefer, as he watches, guarded. ]


...so it seems.

Day 74, Afternoon

[sharksong]

[After spending some time examining the newly available priest information, Breeze is making her way over to Ygin's hole and . . . with a bit of hesitation, shoving an arm into it.]

I have another question for you.

Re: Day 74, Afternoon

[oi_theoi]

[Your fall.

Darkness surges up around you and steals the light.

There doesn't seem to be any bottom, just that empty sensation of being pulled by gravity.]

return

you

welcome

Day 74, Night

[foil]

[One of your priests is skidding into the shadows on level four at a full run, smearing blood across the floor and furiously scratching at his moss covered forearms with his own claws, growling and snapping, eyes wild and branched spikes sticking a few inches out of his spine. He's just had an encounter with something completely unknown, in fact, he couldn't even describe what it looks like to you.]

Re: Day 74, Night

[oi_theoi]

[The darkness, deep and rich scented curls around you. It wraps like layers of silk, whispering over your skin, moss and fur with a ghosts touch until you can't see anything but the empty, vast shadow.

A hand, long, gnarled and paper dry strokes along your flank.]

you come

you

why

Day 77, Early morning

[deretsune]

[ Hesitating at the. hole. in the wall...

Half-curiously and mostly uncertain, dipping her fingers into it. ]

Re: Day 77, Early morning

[oi_theoi]

[There's no resistance, no texture, just empty air as your fingers quest inwards.

It's as your hand is almost entirely within that you hear a metallic SNAP and cold steel locks around your wrist, keeping your hand entrenched in the dark.]

76 evening

[offalia]

[ WELL ME AND THIS MONKEY CORPSE HAVE SHIT TO DO, but it's good to take breaks to explore dark crevices periodically ]


Shh! Shhhhhhh...

Re: 76 evening

[oi_theoi]

[A full set of sharp teeth come down around your wrist, pricking into your skin dangerously. Your palm is immersed in something hot, wet and gooey. A fat tongue rolls up around your hand, licks the blood, mud and rot off of your fingers, taking its time around your fingernails.]

sshh

Day 80, Afternoon

[sharksong]

[Breeze has returned! She's lugging various bodyparts from a selection of animals with her . . . and an entire plant that bears a disturbing resemblance to a tiny human.

Shoves a hand into the hole to alert it she's there]

I, um. I couldn't figure out how to get a heart from a plant, but . . . I brought everything I need.

Re: Day 80, Afternoon

[iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii]

[Your hand sweeps through empty air, in and out unobstructed. But the feeling of fingers press lightly onto your shoulders and you hear a voice whisper behind you...]

set them

offer them

the dark

Day 86, Evening (Forward Dated)

[fuckingnature]

[Those reaching out to Ygin's domain have been concentrated in the headquarters, but this rumbling deep within the forest, a good distance away from the second headquarters, has the scent of your domain on it. It's a dark creature, shoulders level with the ground around seven feet tall, and with its head raised, nearly eight. It is undeniably large, claws digging into the ground and vines and leaves, vegetative debris litter its coat, smeared with blood. Broken trees have laid a path of war and waste in the forest, slaughtered remains of creatures and plants alike, and it has come to rest, exhausted, in the rotten remains of this tree, pressed into the decay of dry moss and spilling blood across the soil.]

Re: Day 86, Evening (Forward Dated)

[iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii]

[It's a while that it rests there, panting in the humid jungle night. As the shadows stretch deeper and deeper, night settles in and the creatures of the forest begin to stir, hissing, howling and scrambling too and fro around this meal that has delivered itself to a shuddering rest...

And almost all at once, the anticipatory baying and yowls turn to startled chirps and shrieks before the scavengers hastily retreat... in their wake, the shadows thicken, and begin to bubble and glurp around the resting moss lion.]


[Here and there, thick, heavily tapering yellow spikes rise up through the mud and water, forming a wide oval around the were.]


[Finally, the ground itself shudders and begins to angle inwards as the teeth surge up into the air and snap shut, cutting off the sights and scent of the jungle. Hot, rubbery, wet flesh surrounds you as it SWALLOWS.]

Day 83, early evening

[growsintheshade]

[TOOK A NAP AND WOKE UP FULL OF POLLEN coming here to yell at Ygin now because WHY NOT. This is certainly not a bad decision at all.]

Ygin-san!

Re: Day 83, early evening

[iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii]

[The world flickers a moment, everything a stark black and white... like a projector reel jumped...

and is back to normal.]

you call

call

to me

Day 84, noon-ish!

[cloak_and_sniper]

[From here!]

[The directory's down, but as she approaches the wall she thinks she has a pretty good idea of how she's supposed to get this God's attention.]

Walk in, right?

Re: Day 84, noon-ish!

[knighting]

[eying the blackness with a frown before nodding] Yeah

Day TBD, evening

[growsintheshade]

[having recently spent a lot of time in the company of various Weres and feeling it when they shift, it's easy for him to tell that the effects of what Ygin did has been steadily wearing off.

So here he is again, standing in front of the dark hole in the wall, more reluctant than ever, but knowing this is a rare chance to talk to Ygin while he's conscious without worrying about transforming midway through the conversation.

Takes a deep breath...]

Re: Day TBD, evening

[iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii]

[The hole is still and quiet, if you didn't know better, it would seem just as though it was a normal depression, damage left by one of the areas many disasters.


However, you get the strange, distinct feeling that... it's waiting for you.]

Day TBD

[sharksong]

[There's a whole pack of weres visiting the shrine today. (Possibly with a couple of stalkers totally stealthily sneaking along with them.) They look pretty serious.]

Ygin . . . ?

Re: Day TBD

[thevineintervention]

Mother . . .

Day 89, evening

[waysmarterthanyou]

[Maybe if Gary cared more about dying and all that crap he would be more hesitant to step into this large black hole, but he's not so...

...stepping inside.]

Re: Day 89, evening

[iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii]

[At first nothing seems particularly wrong. The light slips away from you in a shrinking rectangle, as if it was walking away from you as you stand there.

You are alone in the dark.]




((SORRY ABOUT THE ABSOLUTE RIDICULOUS, DISGUSTING DELAY IN REPLYING HERE.))

Day 93 at....some point...

[windsofwar]

[this half-deimos commander is visiting several shrines in one go, in effort to persuade gods into nixing the whole 'kidnap dead people' thing. LET'S SEE WHAT HAPPENS]

I'm supposed to go into there. . .? Strange.

[but he is entering. TOTALLY LEGIT]

Re: Day 93 at....some point...

[iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii]

[The darkness slams around you.

Not a single solitary ray of light reaches your straining eyes, no outlines in the darkness. It is quiet... and smells sweet, like something baking.]


((SORRY ABOUT THE ABSOLUTE RIDICULOUS, DISGUSTING DELAY IN REPLYING HERE.))

Day 98, afternoon

[empathyforthedevil]

[Jiiiiiiiiiiiiii]

Re: Day 98, afternoon

[iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii]

[The darkness stays still, calm under your gaze. The hole in the wall remains open, benign... honestly if it weren't for its location you might even convince yourself it was accident of destruction and the fall of light.]



((SORRY ABOUT THE ABSOLUTE RIDICULOUS, DISGUSTING DELAY IN REPLYING HERE.))

[apriori]

[He's always been terrible at letting himself into someone's place normally. He leans in first, but it doesn't take long before he comes barging right into the hole, hi there]

Hellooo?