#. ⟡ * omerta nostra (campaign event) .

[enduringdevotion]

Bonded by Circumstance ||@bloodicdfeathers||

After trying to break the idiot old man out of his head strong charge then rushing and almost breaking the door down to get Astarion to go after him, he was now left alone with this strange kid he had no idea who the hell he was.

"Nico, meet my son, Xuan. Xuan, my son Nico. Play nice."

Gods, both of his 'dads' love to adopt the sad looking ones. Now he was left wondering how the other acted as he shouldered the massive hunk of metal on his spine.

The soldier reaches into his pocket, bypassing the smokes as he decides best to be less imposing... Well, as much as one can with a massive gun.

He pulls out a sucker, tearing the plastic off the top and pops it in his mouth, looking around the love hotel. Ugh, it was as bad as he imagined. He rests his gun against the wall carefully, rolling his shoulders to crack them.

He sniffs the air, scenting the space and looked to the other.

"They'll be fine. If anyone can get those two out, it's each other." There's a frown as he tries to place the scent. "Why do I smell blood? You got injuries that need patching?" He imagined Astarion would have already done so, especially seeing his dad's signature clothes on the human.

"Nicholas D. Wolfwood. Whatever Astarion said about me, it's not true, unless it was how cool I am." He flashes the other a grin around the candy, turning his hand over to reveal he was offering the other a sucker too. "You look like you could use something sweet to ease the day."

[windfavord]

This island is much different from the other one-- a whole new set of secrets and strange phenomena, connected yet distinct from Arcanus. That was much more interesting to the Wanderer than lingering around and dealing with messy, complicated human relationships.

Here seemed to be where all this realm's scum gathered. From the shady to the bloodthirsty, the puppet looks down upon them even as he might consider himself one of their number, and as of yet he hasn't decided whether he would rather beat them or infiltrate them, considering that they seemed to be the ones running everything on the island behind the scenes.

Much easier to reach than the mysterious Aether and the enigmatic guardians.

Of course, the question remains as to who and how to approach first... a question that it turns out will be answered for him, as a group of a half-dozen or so mercenaries bearing the double-sharp insignia approach.

The Wanderer lifts his gaze, eyes narrowed, small frown upon his lips.

"You've been hanging around here for awhile," one of the men says with a sneer, "Pretty little thing like you should know better than to go poking around this part of town on your own."

"Unless, that is, you're here looking for some fun," another pipes up. "In that case... we're more than happy to oblige."

They're all taller and bulkier than he is, and he's severely outnumbered-- but the Wanderer isn't intimidated in the slightest. Mere humans, no doubt some low-ranking thugs judging by their equipment and mannerisms... He rolls his eyes, releasing a sigh, then a faint chuckle.

"It seems that no matter where you go, humanity can't help but produce an endless stream of garbage," he intones, voice almost bored as he reaches up to adjust his hat.

One of the men looks a little uneasy, but the biggest and burliest-- the group's clear leader-- seems offended instead. "Let's just take this brat somewhere quiet," he says, gesturing for some of the others to seize the puppet--

But they don't get far before a loud scream of pain echoes across the square-- in a movement almost too quick to react to, the Wanderer's already snapped the forearm of the man closest to him. He shoots a glare toward the leader. "A proper hunter should be more careful when choosing its prey."

Of course, those who live by strength wouldn't back down from a fight. And this time, it's he who is willing to oblige. Not a moment later, an all-out brawl has broken out, one delicate blue-and-white figure against a group of rather vicious-looking mercenaries.

@chaoticclaybomber

[unluckyuncle]

Omeerta Nostra 𓅭𓅭𓅭𓅭 Open

Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh nooooo... he was really in too deep this time.

He saw there was a girl missing. Poor kid got snatched by some creeps, and well he couldn't just sit on his rear end and do nothing about it. That wasn't the duck family way. There was no danger too scary, especially when innocents were at stake.

Except... he didn't exactly have his family to count on this time. It was a stroke of luck that he managed to get down to the train ( though it may have been bad luck, considering he wasn't even sure what the path out was. but he wasn't really the thinker in most adventures. he had simply tumbled down the staircase without much rhyme or reason. )

And now here he was wandering around the streets, looking for any sort of clue that could help him find this girl. He'd lost track of how many days it had been, he knew it rained once... maybe twice. But he couldn't give up. Especially not if there were others down here.

The duck was lost. Lost and alone too.

[aevumisles]

EPILOGUE.

As the Echoes traverse through Sonare Isle, their wits and constitutions are tested through thick and thin. Eventually, they may find their way out through a MEDLEY, or perhaps on the back of the great SONATA RAYS.

Those who sought after the lost girl, SANDY TYLERSEN, will find her trapped within a coda, and not particularly keen on getting out of it. Her ambitions of fame and fortune fulfilled, wrapped inside the arms of her own dream, it takes great fortitude and a sobering countenance to remind Sandy that she has a family waiting for her back home....

Those who sought after the MISSING ARTIFACT within the grasp of the highest bidder, a member of the general populace of Sonare Isle. It can still be recovered and returned to the Arcanus Museum in due time...

"Conductor, if I may," said Octavia. She awaited his acquiescence before continuing. "It seems that the young Arcanus girl managed to escape from the Coda. No doubt it was the work of the Echoes who were searching for her." The Conductor glanced up from the silver goblet bowl at his desk. "Well, I can't say I'm really surprised," the goblet sloshed with his broad gesture, and the tinkling of small bells sounded. He let out a dry 'tsk'. "Ah, well. I'd say we'd welcome her back but the conceited ones always get a so dull." "She did seem rather taken with the prospect of such glory ... but are you certain we should have let them find her?" He clucked his tongue and wound his arm around Octavia's shoulders. "You miss the forest for the trees, my hyper-scrupulous friend. After an Ambitus like that? She's going to have the most miserable time going back to ordinary life. And is that not a downfall worth watching?" "Well. I do suppose when you put it that way—" "—That I am absolutely diabolical?" "Positively dastardly." Beat. "...What about the Echoes, sir? They now know Omerta lurks in the shadows." The Conductor nodded. "And now they are never going to forget it," he grinned, then downed the last remnants of silver in the goblet. "In the very least, I would love to see them try."

INTRODUCING: THE VICES.

As activity across the isles stir alongside the summoning of the Echoes, it seems that the Isle's own powers have been set in motion as well. The Aevum Isles are filled with Aercon of all creeds, but none are as dominant as THE VICES, four powerful Aercon with special abilities unique to each Vice, and the heads of the infamous OMERTA NOSTRA. As of the Omerta Nostra Campaign, The Vice of the Mind, THE CONDUCTOR, is now available for implementation in-universe.

(YOU CAN READ MORE ABOUT THE CONDUCTOR HERE.)

THANK YOU FOR PARTICIPATING!

All Echoes who participated in Omerta Nostra will accrue the following benefits:

Aevum Isles awards 500 Emblems for participation in Campaign Events. 

In-Universe, Echoes who assisted with the MISSING PERSON'S CASE will be rewarded 5,000 keys.

In-Universe, Echoes who assisted with the MISSING ARTIFACT QUEST will be rewarded between 1,000-10,000 keys.

NOTE: You MAY write epilogue drabbles concerning the two Omerta Nostra quests and/or your Echo's escape from Omerta Nostra. These must be tagged accordingly. The MISSING ARTIFACT QUEST will be available for non-campaign threads until 09/07.

[windsofcourage]

DAYS. HOW COULD HE have lost track of the princess for DAYS? it was a colossal failure. a complete lapse in mind. & . all because of a single moment's distraction . . . ( a girl in the distance some years younger . a face blurred but a smile that shone . bubbling up in his chest , settling like a stone upon his tongue —  A NAME / A NAME / A NAME —— no name to be found in the silence that clamped around his throat. link had turned back to the princess , never realizing how his footsteps had carried him some paces forward , only to find himself lost in the crowd . )

SOMETHING KNOTTED TWISTED in link's chest. a sick , uncomfortable weight that settled in the pit of him. wriggled & . squirmed. a nagging thing . as though this was a familiar INCOMPETENCE . as though some unnamed toll of question rang true. ( his belt was WORN in small patches where his thumb pressed into the leather like carving into an OLD SCAR . CRESCENT - MOON INDENTATIONS cut into the fabric . its mark was OPPRESSIVE . )

y̵o̶u̵ ̴b̶e̶ ̴s̸u̵r̶e̶ ̴t̶̮̔ỏ̷̟ ̵͓̣̔͐p̸̛͔ṙ̴̫̟͐o̷̗̻̿̑t̴̩̰̉̓e̴͍̤͆̑c̶̡̣̀̌t̷̫͛̈ ̴̨̥̒h̴̰͍́e̵̙̔͘ř̵̹ ̴͇͐w̴̥̼̌̆ȉ̴̬͒t̷̡̫̒h̷̡̰͆̀ ̸̖̗̉y̵̥̩̪̅̀͊̾̋��̣o̸̥͎̱̪̎̆u̵̼̻͗̃̕r̴̼̀́̓̅̋ ̶͓́̃̅l̷̥̫͈̓͂͌̌̈́ͅi̶̞̞̠͉̋͛f̶̝̣̼̝͂̆ȇ̶̯͎̜̱̳͐ ̴̜̐̀̉.̴̛̭͕̜̓͂͝

INHALE.

( in the corner of the eye / a flash of honey - brown hair . a small girl in a pink dress with binoculars strapped to her side . the mirage of her shifted as she wove between the crowd / golden - tipped fins / and a silver - adorned figure who smiled from afar . )

EXHALE.

HE JUST . . . NEEDED TO FOCUS . retrace his steps & . head towards the most obvious landmarks first . zelda was clever . she was probably on the lookout too . she'd find a way to handle herself . THAT , at least , link could count on . & . like IRON SHARPENED IRON , the thought alone was enough to spur link onward , bannered under ONE GOAL : find zelda .

[enduringdevotion]

Gotta Stop Meeting Like This ||@brokeassgoing/@hypnoticallycaucasian||

Astarion was nowhere to be seen. At least, not from what Nico's been able to track down on his own. All he has to go on is a title;

The Pale Horror.

Pointed ears, pale skin, dark leathers. All you will see is the gleam of red in the dark before you're butchered and drained alive. Sounded like his father when in killer mode, which would only make sense with his kidnapping. Roberto will be furious when he finds out.

He hopes his old man at least was okay. He hadn't heard a damn thing about him.

It's your fault I died, kid. It'll be yours if I die again.

"Ugh, shut up." This must be what the moss felt like. But he's showing no signs of infection. He hasn't seen any black moss either. No pulsating red, no war, no-

Gunfire rips him out of his thoughts, making him jerk back into the street he was in prior. He peers from the corner, noting a familiar figure hauling ass away, cursing at his guns it seems. Jammed, or out of rounds by the sounds of it. Damnit, if only he-

Light bloomed beside him, a pillar slowly prying open just shy of his instinctive reach. Cloth slipped from it, familiar and inviting.

When he rounded the corner, fabric fluttered around him, clasps latching on to one another before clipping to his belt in a rippling mass. He grunts as the massive cross thumps on his hip, a familiar weight as he braces himself. The long end hissed as it sprung open, dark eyes flashing down at the red head behind cover.

"Get your ass moving before you owe me more than a drink." He flashes a grin to the broker before his hand twisted in the skull trigger system.

The machine gun ripped into the street, making the gaggle of cronies howl and scramble to flee. Getting involved in gang business wasn't on his list of things for the day. But if anyone had intel on this place, it was probably the broker himself.

Besides, he missed the weight and near purr of the Punisher clicking away only to be twisted, a flick of his wrist and the reload mechanism activated. Another volley of bullets rained hell on the men as he slowly backed up towards the street he'd come from, keeping an eye out around them and on the broker.

[windfavord]

You really thought you could change, didn't you? How ridiculous...

His hat ought to have shielded him from the rains. How was he supposed to know that simply reaching out to touch the falling droplets was enough to get him infected?

Still, it's not like he cares that much.

"What's ridiculous is you," he mutters. What he wants is to rip this ambitus to shreds, but it's just an illusion. It seems that some people get to see people they want to see, but he's had no such luck.

Maybe because there's not really anyone he wants to see, or many happy memories for it to play upon.

Though, he thinks, if it did happen to show those few people he might have once cared for... he would absolutely tear it to pieces on the spot. As it was... it seemed far more interested in taunting.

He crosses his arms as he leans up against the side of a building. This place is full of filth. The dregs of humanity, with their underhanded tactics and rotten gazes... it all disgusts him. And yet... the ambitus' taunting has managed to find a foothold despite all his supposed indifference.

It would be best for you to remain here, don't you think?

It's the Doctor this time, and he whips his head around, glaring sharply toward a space where he knew no real person stands. Teeth bare, feathers ruffled and savagery that he's tried to restrain showing through to the surface again.

You caused quite a lot of destruction back there, didn't you? Perhaps you're better off in a place like this.

"Shut up!" he snaps, aloud-- and then bites his tongue. The people nearby have turned to look in his direction.

Damn it... now he looks crazy too. He pulls his hat down to cover his face. When he hears a set of footsteps approaching, he releases a long, slightly shaky sigh, not even glancing up.

"What are you looking at?" he snaps.

This place... it might be getting to him more than he'd like to admit.

@dragonhcrt ——— ◈ omerta nostra.

[enduringdevotion]

Where Is Dad? ||@drunkelreporter||

After running around trying to track his two dads, having been caught up with Badou, staggering around with him and finally departing, he's caught sight of a familiar mop of brown.

"Hey! Old man!" He trots over, cross hauled over his shoulder as he catches his breath, the phantoms haunting him ignored down to a science at this point, even if he dodges around Livio who stares at hi with a hole in his head.

Roberto looked well. A little roughed up, sure, but he looked well. Better than some people he's sure. Like he might run a mile even though he's old as dirt.

"Hey, where's Astarion?" He grabbed the man's arm, just to be sure it wasn't another fake, tugging him away from what looked to be a ledge. "Woah! No killing yourself, what the hell?"

[fangsanddaggers]

Astarion laughed at first, of course he'd adopt the soul so shattered he made Astarion feel as if he were in one piece. It made the world around them flutter, shift as he ran past first a corpse of Xuanyu, then a red eyed form of him in the dark.

However, that was when Roberto tried to writhe. He growled, tightening his hold as he twisted around a corner, one foot instinctively kicking off the wall before they could even consider thumping into it.

"No. No I need you right here. I need to know you're right here, I can't do that from just your hand." He shifted his ear to the man's throat as he watched over the human, uncaring of how silly it might look him all but sloth carrying the man as he moved as fast as he could.

If they stopped, even for a second, the ambitus would catch them, he'd lose Roberto, he'd lose his way, Nico and Xuanyu would be without them. No. Roberto belonged in his arms or they'd both be lost causes.

"Just... Just let me have this." His voice cracks, revealing the terror the moment they booked it past a repeat of that little girl calling out and falling over, her sobs haunting the elf who felt his lungs flutter and break with her. "I need this."

Xuanyu? He'd found Nico and Astarion? Good, that was good, he was glad for that. He'd been worried when he couldn't find the kid again after they'd lost one another. Roberto had been quietly cursing himself for losing him in the first place, but at least he'd be safe with Nicholas.

Hopefully.

Wait, kids?

"Well, you didn't wait for even a second to adopt him, did you?" He chuckles weakly. "I should have figured he'd be just your type." Focusing on that helped, kept the path a little straighter, made it all a little easier. At least for the moment.

The cry of the little girl has him jolting, looking back at her in shock. Her appearance instantly has his heart twisting in his chest and his breath catching for a reason unrelated to physical pain. This is something of Astarion's mind, something he wants that won't ever be. His grip on the cold shoulder under him tightens painfully, and he wriggles a little bit.

"Put me down, I can run now," he says quietly. "It doesn't hurt so much anymore, I'm alright. I won't let go."

[windfavord]

To be turned to dust and utterly destroyed certainly wasn't pleasant, especially since he hadn't expected it, especially since he felt every moment of it until there was nothing left of his body, only an untethered spirit remaining behind as first the backlash from his strike to his opponent's neck tore through them and shattered the dome, and then the destruction of the Wanderer's own body, with all the power that lay sealed inside of it, finished the job, levelling the surrounding area until little more than dust remained.

Before he even had the chance to process it, he found himself pulled seemingly through reality itself, his body reassembled as though it had never been broken in the first place and his spirit reattached.

He staggers, an immediate rush of agony overwhelming him as he collapses to his hands and knees, waiting for the searing pain and the throbbing in his head to pass. He would have screamed had his teeth not been tightly clenched.

When it does pass, though, he looks up... and immediately is taken aback.

"This... isn't the tower," he mutters. It seems instead that he's ended up in the compartment of a train. A swift glance around-- oh, his opponent is there too. And someone else...

That girl Lilith, Tae's friend. She still seems to be asleep.

@cagedfreedom | @cagcdlxve

[windfavord]

HEARTLESS.

Illusions and reality twist around and around until it's hard to tell which is which. This endless dreary island calls back memories of a time long ago, where storm clouds gathered above as the Tatarigami leeched and radiated outward, corrupting the land and sickening the people...

It isn't easy. The energies aren't the same, but... it feels similar enough nonetheless to stir it all up. Maybe it's because the ambitus wants him to think that way.

It's like his journey through Irminsul, through the dream of his forgotten past. Images and figures and voices interplay with one another, untethering him from the present and casting him adrift.

They want him to stay here.

They want him to stay in Sonare Isle, but... why?

And what does all this have to do with the crime guilds?

So he goes to investigate. To poke around, to listen, to learn their movements and their insignia. He's dealt with their sort before-- he's been their sort before. It's so easy, too easy to become that person again. The Balladeer. Scaramouche. Kunikuzishi. The person he erased, yet the burden he alone bears...

A burden that's become much heavier now that his former associates, present enemies flitted about through the shadows, distracting him from his goal. He's lost track of just how many times he's torn the ambitus apart with his bare hands until it dissolved into nothing but mist. In a way, it's satisfying. After all, vengeance is one of the main reasons he continues existing. Yet... it doesn't feel quite the same as it would in reality. There's a difference between illusion and reality.

Until there isn't.

"You've made quite a nuisance of yourself, puppet."

The voice comes from behind this time. There's something strange about it, something different than usual, incongruous with his memories, but...

"Why don't you come along with me. We'll be sure that your talents are put to good use."

The voice shifts and distorts, and rage and fear twist up within him into a cloud, igniting into a blaze and swirling together into a vortex-- he whirls around, striking out with every bit of viciousness within him--!

His hand plunges through the chest of the man who was speaking to him. It's different this time, though. He knows in an instant he's made a mistake, at the same instant his fingers have wrapped around the man's heart, its final beats vibrating against his palm as he tears it from the man's chest. There is a sudden, shocked gasp of agony-- and then the body falls.

It doesn't dissolve into mist.

It remains lying there. Blood soaks the Wanderer's hand and arm, pours into the ground beneath his feet. He hears shocked gasps, murmurs, and screams from the crowd around them...

Upon the man's clothes, there is an insignia lightly emblazoned.

𝄋

This... this isn't good.

He has to leave, now.

The eyes of the onlookers bore into him, tension crackling like lightning through the air. The puppet drops the organ in his hand, fighting to quell the rising anxiety within him. He needs to get out of here before that man's allies show up. He still doesn't have all of his power back, if he gets in too much trouble he might not make it out.

He can't let that happen.

He turns, kicks off from the ground, and leaps off to flee across the rooftops, no destination in mind, only... distance.

[aevumisles]

What would each guild do if an Echo killed one of their members?

Each guild will have a different cultural response compared to the last, but all in all, the ending result will be no good.

NOTE: The following descriptions will assume that an Echo attempts and successfully kills a low-to-mid ranking Guild NPC. Attempts on the four guild leaders can be attempted, but may not always be successful.

All murders and attacks on guild members (including their leaders) should have an in-universe news report submitted to @aevumdaily so that a response from the guild can be posted there.

THE NOCTURNE GUILD.

The Nocturne Guild has a complex series of checks and balances to ensure no member gets caught or killed. (Certainly not with any incriminating evidence leading back to the Guild.) As such, Keen-eyed Echoes who become enemies of the Nocturne Guild will find themselves stalked for a couple of months before action is taken. Once the Echo's threat capacity has been thoroughly investigated, the Nocturne Guild may offer the Echo a summons from none other than Libretto Fortismo himself. He will give the Echo two options: atone for their transgressions by way of owing the guild a favor, or receive a debt the Echo may have no chance of wiping out. (Generally the debt would be a debt of 10,000-100,000,000 keys or various important items to the Echo. This payment will be taken from the Echo in ways of keys and material possessions.) Refusing either option will put you on the "Hounds List", in which the Nocturne Guild will commission the Smorzando Guild to hunt the Echo down. If the member is of high enough rank, the Echo may even be spoken about with the Dal Segno Guild. (see: Dal Segno, below.)

THE SMORZANDO GUILD.

Getting on the bad side of the Smorzando Guild is an extremely foolish endeavor. Guild members are highly volatile, impulsive, and prone to acts of extreme violence. They are also capable trackers and huntsmen, and a large-scale hunt of the offending Echo will ensue for about a month before the Smorzando Guild will bench their witch-hunt. This is true of the murder of any Smorzando Guild member, no matter the ranking. (However: killing a high-ranking member may result in the guild leader, Tre'bel Cleft, making the Echo his personal target. Cleft does hold a fierce grudge.) The Smorzando Guild will rarely result to murder as their immediate course of action, preferring to prioritize making Echoes they deem enemies suffer immeasurable amounts of pain and suffering. This can include beat-em-ups, torture, hazing, etc. Echoes can go under cover and work around the Smorzando Guild, and once their witch-hunt has been benched, they will become a lesser priority for the guild to go after. Tensions can be rekindled with fervor if the Echo's identity is revealed, though.

THE ETUDE GUILD.

The Etude Guild has a curious relationship amongst its members in that they all mutually dislike one another. Typically speaking, anyways. If a low ranking member of the guild were to meet an unfortunate end, chaos would ensue, resulting in in-fighting amongst the scholars in order to take their work and build upon it. If the member is popular enough (which isn't impossible), then the Echo would find that security has been increased around the Etude Guild hall— though noticeably, not by way of the Smorzando Guild. The Echo would be put under surveillance if their actions had been seen, and Etude Guild members would attack on sight. Revenge and murder would not be a priority so much as getting the offending Echo away from Etude Guild property and premises.

THE DAL SEGNO GUILD.

Killing a Dal Segno member will prove the most difficult as these members are largely elusive Aercon. If a member is killed by an Echo... nothing will happen. (At first.) But it doesn't take much longer than two weeks of having "gotten away with it" for seeds of a much larger revenge begin to take shape. Your Echo may find themselves waking up one day deep inside a Coda, having been transported there against their own will. Inside would be various personalized traps, enemies, and other methods of inducing whump onto an Echo revolving around fears that, most likely, the Echo hasn't spoken a word about. Suffice it to say: It's best not give the leader of Omerta Nostra any reason to have an Echo on his radar.

— Mod Leillis  🌸

[aevumisles]

Omerta Nostra question: if a muse would already, naturally be inclined to stay on Sonare Isle, would their Ambitus still try to trap them in a Coda? Is the goal to get them in a Coda or just to stay on the Isle itself? Would the Ambitus (when corporeal) then attack those trying to remove the muse from the Isle instead?

Yes. The Ambitus would do whatever it can to keep the Echo on Sonare Isle. If that means shifting tactics towards manipulating the mind to further entice the Echo to stay (e.g., impersonating friends, commenting on how great Sonare is, digging into the Echo's likes and reasonings for wanting to stay in Sonare at all) then that is what the Ambitus will do. The Ambitus is a manifestation of the Echo's inner workings, so whatever reasons the Echo would have for wanting to stay - be they innocent, temptation, fear, longing, etc. - would be what the Ambitus plays to in whichever way might be the most effective for that Echo. It's not 100% evil or 100% good; just the purest and most baseline of an Echo's thoughts, worries, concerns and cares.

Even when corporeal, the Ambitus can only do so much to other Echoes who cannot see it. Remember: Echoes can only see another person's Ambitus when having ingested an Esper Potion, inside of a Coda, or having a castmate bond. Currently, Esper Potions can only be stolen from the guild halls. If a neighboring Echo cannot see the Ambitus, then the Ambitus can only cause mild interference. It cannot harm the other muse. What it can do is blot out the other Echo's voice, push the Echo away from its manifestor, and cause some mild sensory effects like winds, static, etc. If both Echoes can see the Ambitus, then and only then can the Ambitus attack the neighboring Echo. It can cause the same amount of harm to that Echo as it can its manifestor. It will get aggressive and attack if it feels like the neighboring Echo is interfering.

— 🏵️ Creo

[windfavord]

campaign starter call ——— ⟡ OMERTA NOSTRA

Hit the ♡ for a Sonare Island starter with Wanderer! His event plotter can be found HERE for more information. Capping at 2 with castmates exempt.

[aevumisles]

So it says that people can't see the ghostly creatures, but because they are ghosts would Luna be able to see them?

Safely assuming as well that she'd be able to locate the train as well ? (WAS too lazy to retype :D)

Sonata Rays are ghostly, but can be seen by anyone inside of the Sonare Isle dome. They do not require true sight to be able to be seen.

Even Echoes with supernatural abilities would still have tame the Sonata Ray, which includes ingesting an Esper Potion to withstand its melody.

The Ambitus, on the other hand, cannot be seen by any form of true sight. The Ambitus are not ghosts. They are hallucinations manifested by an Echo's greatest fear or deepest desire. Even characters with True Sight would need to follow the prerequisites to see another Echo's Ambitus.

The listed prerequisites include:

Ingesting an Esper Potion

Being trapped with another Echo inside of a Coda

Being a castmate of another Echo, who specifically shares a strong bond, or similar fear or desire.

The train can be located entirely without supernatural means! A GUIDE has been posted and can be found on the Sonare Isle page with instruction on how Echoes might get to the boarding platform.

— Mod Leillis  🌸

[aevumisles]

Do cellphones, telepathic abilities, or other methods of contacting those still in Arcanus work from Sonare? Or is communication blocked entirely between the Isles?

Communications are mostly blocked between Isles, yes. Typically speaking, each Isle will be too far away for most forms of communication unless otherwise specified.

Cellphones communication has been elaborated upon (HERE). Telepathic abilities can still be used, but not without great difficulty for the similar reasons to cellphones.

Opening up one's mind to telepathic interference also opens up an Echo's mind to the interference of the Sonata Ray's song, and communicating this way for long stretches of time (upwards of 5 minutes) will result in a headache. (Not enough to kill an Echo unless the Echo is outside of the dome perimeter, but enough to eventually evolve into a migraine, for sure.)

Scrying through Bell Rain is imperceptible to those remaining on Arcanus Isle.

That said: there are ways to send some messages (e.g., written notes) back to Arcanus Isle, and this revolves mostly around using animals to deliver said messages. Glissando Cheshire Cats can sometimes be found around Sonata Station and Allegretto Circle respectively. If an Echo or a companion can get the Glissando Cheshire to like you well enough, they may allow you to attach a letter to them and cross the border between Sonare and Arcanus.

— Mod Leillis  🌸