Logs:Dead Zone Induction: Holmes
|Dead Zone Induction: Holmes|
"You get the hang of it. It all makes sense, and you become something... more. You become not just who you are, but a part of the fucking wheel itself."
|Dramatis Personae|| |
18 March, 2018
The Mors' Dirige Kharon's Lucerna Krewe adds one more to their fold as Holmes is inducted by Domitia and the rest of the krewe.
The Dead Zone at Pompeii
It's time! After what seems like months of getting to know Holmes and having him learn about the krewe, (and the krewe learn about him!), it's finally time to make it official and take the journey to Pompeii's dead zone to induct him into the Mors' Dirige Kharon's Lucerna krewe. Rictus and Molly have volunteered to accompany Kilo and now everyone is meeting in the Forbidden Arts basement haunt in order to go over all the last minute details and questions before they strike off into the Underworld.
Kilo is dressed in her customary ceremonial white: white top, long white skirt, white sandals and her hair pulled back with a white velvet ribbon to keep it out of her face. She has a messenger back packed with the usual bits of food, water, flashlights and other little treasures as one never knows who you'll meet and who you'll need to barter with on these excursions. And now she waits patiently for the others to show.
As he walks into the basement, he smiles slightly clearly looking nervous as he says, "Hopefully my induction won't cause all those dudes to try and burn down the place like they did to Darius."
He's hanging out, enjoying some vodka, as he waits for the others to arrive.
"The duty of those who would walk in the footsteps of Proserpina is to be the agents of Khaos within the world and guardians of the wheel of rebirth. By delaying their own destinies and joining with an aspect of the divine spark they are given enormous power over life and death. They must guide those souls who have become stuck within the wheel, acting as guiding lights through the darkness."
Kilo pauses then. "Does that make sense? Ghosts and people for that matter, who are not where they are suppose to be? Your duty to the krewe is to help them move on or get unstuck from where they're at. And considering you are an Advocate, this becomes a very special roll for you, Holmes. A very sacred duty."
She looks around now and nods. "OK if that all makes sense, let's get going! We're going to do the Sepulchral ceremony as usual, everyone hold hands, I'll give you a lump of grave yard dirt to put under your tongues and then when we walk through the gate there will be a path lined with bones... /don't/ stray away from the path as we make our way to Pompeii, right? That would be no-bueno." She readies thing as they follow instructions and soon the ceremony is rolling and they're on their way.
As Kilo gets ready to start the ritual Holmes watches intently and curiously.
Then he's flashing a lopsided grin. "You get the hang of it. It all makes sense, and you become something... more. You become not just who you are, but a part of the fucking wheel itself."
Kilo nods. "Yeah! Do you want to do it Molly? That would be really cool. You're our designated Ceremonialist anyway. You always know what you're doing." Kilo beams and steps aside so Molly can do her thing. She takes Ric's and Holmes' hands to start a circle for Molly.
After Molly gets them on their way, they take a long walk in the dark, and are deposited without incident into an area of the ruins of Pompeii. The boney path ends at a dried and antiquated roman fountain Avernian Gate, to which the group makes a short but awkward climb through and finds themselves back down in the Underworld, in the middle of an eerie if not utterly macabre little ancient city of what can only be the dead zone mirror of Pompeii after its destruction, but in the Underworld. The would-be warm, creamy coloured sandstone buildings and columns of the old roman town are covered in a grey, ashen filth, significant of the destruction and death that rolled through there like a super-sonic, super-heated monster of death; sucking the very life out of each and every denizen that stood in its way until it was finally spent.
What remains now is a smattering of grotesque ghosts that float around stiffly, as if any movement will cause them to loosen the fragile dust their bodies have been charred and burned to, and they’ll be left in a heap of ash, like so much other ash scattered, littered and clinging to the streets and every other available surface. They appear to be skeletal structures; their eyeless, teethless faces frozen in screams of terror; frozen at just the exact moment of their death and captured there for eternity.
The town seems to be little more than shells and husks of what must have originally been the thriving metropolis of its day, but anything that could disintegrate and burn did, and what is left are the heartier columns and walls of thick stone; homes and businesses and government buildings and.... A few of the temples to various gods seem to have survived. Now it is just a matter of getting back to temple of Proserpina where Domitia will be waiting for them.
Kilo nods at Molly. “We really ought to come down here more often. Rictus was talking about dealing with the CoV the other day too.” She looks around at all the graffiti that now litters the pristine walls of the ancient city. “We’ll have to figure that out.”
The group then finally then arrives at their destination; the temple of Proserpina, with its tall, ionic columns supporting a pediment and gable resting on a stereobate. Those Romans definitely knew how to rock the architecture, that's for sure.
And as they step in off the street, a beautiful woman, well, a girl really, maybe her late teens or so, floats out of the shadows and makes herself known to them. "Kilo is back and Molly and Rictus too!... And you’ve brought ... was it Holmes? Are you planning to become a new member?” She smiles now, her emerald, ghostly-glowing eyes nearly glittering in the pale shadows of the temple. She has light auburn hair, braided and pinned up as was the ancient style, and pale skin, though she's dusty and ash covered, it would appear she must have died from something more akin to asphixiation that didn't ruin her outer beauty. Clothed in a roman stola which would have been typical at the time, she wears a palla on top; a sort of shawl-like coat with a voluminous hood that partially shrouds her features from view. But not those burning eyes.
She then turns back to Holmes as introductions are made. "I'm assuming you came to seek knowledge? Or perform ceremonies within the sacred halls of our temple as Proserpina stands watch over us all. Or an induction perhaps?"
Kilo jumps in. “Holmes is to be our newest member of Mors’ Dirige Kharon’s Lucerna and we’d very much like it if you could do the induction.” Domitia nods and smiles, back to Holmes. “Are you ready then?”
Without any further delays, Domitia is eager to get started. "Master Marrick Abernathy, prepare to take your rightful place within this krewe." She leads him to the ceremonial altar and has him kneel in front of it instead of lying on top of it. “Rictus, we’ll use the flutes next time when you bring me a founder. Just put them t the side for now; aren’t you a dear for bringing them...”
With a nod to the rest of them that she will now begin, Domitia uses magic to light all the temple's and altar's candles, which shed bright yellow light through the room for a single moment. They then sputter and begin to burn a deep blue. The priestess's voice takes on a slightly hollow and spectral tone, " Master Marrick Abernathy, you have come before us as a supplicant. Will you abide our vision, become a guide to the living and the dead and take up the burden of the Gods?"
In the meantime, he takes Molly's hand, and Kilo's, joining with them as he watches Holmes move forward to become part of the Krewe.
Domitia then nods, acknowledging Holmes, then Kilo and Rictus and Molly in turn, and finally makes a gesture with her hands as if wrapping her fingers around something. As she does a silver dagger forms in her hands. Her voice remains calm and spectral, "Master Marrick, you have come before us to be inducted into a Truth. You have asked guidance on this journey and as is my duty I offer you that Guidance. To see what must be seen our blood must blend, the sight must come from one to another, through the path of life and death." She runs her palm over the blade and glowing ectoplasm wells up. She then offers the blade out to Holmes and indicates he needs to do the same then hand it to Rictus, Molly and then to Kilo. "Mingle your blood with mine and that of your brother and sisters and see what I have seen!"
Kilo then also runs her hand down the blade to mix with the others, while Domitia’s voice remains a spectral echo. "As our blood mingles, let our knowledge mingle, let our sight mingle. See then as it was!" As she speaks the candles flare sharply blue again, casting insane dancing shadows over the walls and then everything goes utterly black as they burn out.
It begins as nothing, and Holmes knows there is nothing there. The moment seems to last forever, for time itself does not exist to happen inside of. Then, suddenly, the eternity of nothing ends. Suddenly there is everything, every possible thing that could happen, might happen, no matter how unlikely, and it is all happening at the same time.
Into that mad maelstrom there is a mind, a single overpowering one formed of possibility, its existence one an infinite number of possible things, and in forming, it classified some of what it saw.
It Divided the Dark from the Light, and thus the Dead from the Living. That impossible mind existed for moments but the very act of perceiving the Chaos, Khaos gave it some small amount of form. Death is not less than life, nor is it more here, they are perfect twins, made up of the very stuff of creation, the divine essence of all things, and as he watches the classification of Chaos continue he can see the birth of the world. The birth of Gods, both those of Life and those of Death. The many varied palettes of both realms Tartarus and Gaea unfolding before his gaze as they sweep forward into additional lore...
That knowledge burns in Holmes and as it sweeps forwards he sees the Gods of Death look sometimes with favor upon the living and craft something in its image, an imperfect dark mirror in the Lands of the Dead.
The first Ghost born in joy of the Gods of Death.
Holmes sees them create the Kerberos as the Gods above create Man and Monster, populating their dark realm with their own magnificent creations, not merely mirroring another.
He sees the first Geist, a frail fragile Ghost that has sought the deepest depths of Tartarus and finds a Gate to the mind within it. He finds the moment where that Ghost touches the gate, and the Mind of Chaos within and is given to match the spark of Divinity within the live, the Dark divinity that resides in the hallowed halls of the dead. And he sees the fierce flame that is lit with that divinity to seek out a like spark of the living Divinity to join the two together again as a force for change and possibility. All this in a moment, though the visions linger in a spectral pattern to be repeated many times in dreams and nightmares later on.
Then the darkness fades to the dim light of the single candle shattering that sepulchral vision and returning the Bound sharply to the more mundane reality.
He throws his head back and closes his eyes. He lets out a ragged breath a few times as he absorbs the information. When the visions begin to fade, he opens his eyes and looks up at the woman. A soft smirk on his face, "They don't have that ride at Disney." He leans back on his haunches to steady himself as he bows his head, "Thank you for the well of knowledge." Holmes says respectfully.
Kilo witnesses the visions through Holmes’ experience as she has through countless others and realises no matter how many times she experiences it, the process never ceases to spell-bound her. She feels utterly wiped out after seeing those things and knowing them, though she knows them already. It's a very exciting and humbling experience as one realises, over and over, just how powerful the Underworld is and how insignificant each and every one of them are in the great scheme of it all.
Spent, Kilo smiles weakly at Rictus and Molly, who she knows too have already seen these thing, but mostly is fascinated to find out what Holmes thought of the whole thing, and to make sure he is OK.
When all is over, Domitia brings the lights back up in the expected yellow glow, the knife disappears and any blood, plasm and ectoplasm that might have been spilled is gone. “Congratulations, and welcome Marrick. I know you will be a strong and capable member of this group. That you can always be counted on and respected and looked up to in everything you do. Kilo, Molly and Rictus would not have brought you here if you weren’t such a person.” She offers all four members a small, respectful bow of her head that Kilo at least returns in a deeper manner. Kilo has –no- fucking clue if she is doing that right but she goes on instinct and so far Domitia hasn’t kicked her to the curb. Then suddenly their priestess is gone, disappeared back into the depths of the temple. Just like that.
”Congratulations Holmes! And now for the journey back.’Krewemate’.” She grins.