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( introlog #5 ) strangerer things

You have spent the last few days on Thesa Station, taking in the knowledge that your world is no more. Perhaps you've made some friends (or maybe an enemy or two). Either way, you aren't expected to spend all of your time on the Station. El Nysa needs you, after all, and you promised you'd help the planet thrive. Are you ready?

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THESA STATION    
All refugees on the station are called to the hangar where a large-scale teleporter has been set up; everyone will be sent to the planet together. Simply step onto the space between the arrays and wait. Before they depart, all new refugees will be given a starter kit!

You may have heard about earlier technical difficulties, but don't worry. I promise everything is in perfect working order this time. I'd say I tested it myself, but since that's not exactly possible, you'll just have to trust me! (Please.)

The older refugees will also be there to guide you to ensure no one is left confused... or behind. Make sure you wait for them — I've been detecting something odd so I'll be having them meet you at the landing site. Good luck, refugees! Not that you'll be needing it or anything...

The arrays begin to hum and glow, quickly building into a brilliant wash of light. It creates a column that travels all the way from Thesa Station to the surface of El Nysa. With the night sky as a canvas, the beam can be seen all the way from Olympia and Wyver — a view that has the natives whispering of blessings.

As a sudden but beautiful aurora splays across the sky, the refugees down on the planet receive a message asking them to travel to the landing site — and warning them to prepare for what may come of the strange readings Zasere's gotten from the teleport itself.
ON A BEAM OF LIGHT    

Traveling through the light leaves the impression of blinding starlight, a strange sense of weightlessness, and a disorienting moment of total sensory deprivation. The radiance of your teleport hangs bright in the sky above you, a shimmering aurora that reflects off the calm waters below, visible for miles all around.

You've landed on a peninsula to the east of the South Outpost. There's little here — scattered trees on spring-barren plains, with a few overgrown, dilapidated structures poking out of the brush. All is quiet save for the keening of animals and the gentle lapping of waves against the shore. This lonely desolation is hardly the bustling cities and vibrant cultures you were promised back on the station...
BY CAMPFIRE'S GLOW. But waiting for you is a group of your predecessors, and with them, a veritable tent city, with portable stoves, coolers of food and drink, comfortable bedrolls, and cheerful rings of bonfires — all that you need to make merry of the night, courtesy of Overseer Voss, who has, thanks to his interest in blessed meteorological phenomena and refugees, decided to make a holy expedition of the affair.

Settle in, meet new comrades, and enjoy yourself, for you've safely completed your journey. But don't wander too far from the fires — the dark is closing in, and there's a strange, electric feeling in the air, the scent of ozone drifting on the breeze. And what were those odd readings Zasere mentioned?



A SHEPHERD OVER THE FLOCK. The spring sun dawns on a grey morning, already burning away the fog rolling in off the sea. It quickly becomes apparent that Voss and his entourage of acolytes have been up for hours, hard at work. They've set up a brightly-draped stage and a travel pulpit, magically enchanted to amplify his voice, and as the sun breaks over the horizon, Voss is all set to do what he does best: proselytize.

As our Goddess has sent Her blessing once before to herald the coming of those touched by Her light, so She has done once again! Here you see them, those surrounded by the light of our Goddess, each of them bearing the mark upon their skin of Her holiest of hands! Do you not see? Do none among you bear witness to the righteousness of Her message? Perhaps this is why our people have shamed themselves in front of our Goddess—

[ He continues for another 15 minutes... ]

Nevertheless. See you them before us now! See them as they are, coming to our gates with Her reminder, that these people must be treated with the utmost respect and care. Thesa's divinity is not to be treated with such flagrant disregard! Those who She chooses are not ours to use as mindless fodder, to hurt, to torture — shame upon those who allowed such deeds to shame us under Her watchful gaze!

To those of you who have just arrived here on our doorstep, be not afraid! The Temples of Thesa welcome you to our home with hearts and minds open! Should you ever find yourself in need of solace, seek out the Temples, as there are no greater allies to you than those of us within the Temple walls. You are welcome all to Olympia!


As he steps away from the enchanted podium, he can be heard saying aside to an acolyte, "How was that? Heavy on the shame, but I think it went well!" While he will not leave the area immediately, his acolytes will politely turn away attempts to speak with him and remind anyone interested that they can leave a message at the Temples.
CLOSE ENCOUNTERS    

Despite going off without hitch, the new refugees' arrival isn't entirely without incident. It seems that the "blessed" beam of light that brought the refugees down to El Nysa brought something else along with it — a sliver of the Storm. At least the beam was short enough that only a small fraction managed to squeeze through.

But it's enough to wreak a little havoc around the landing site and along the road back toward Olympia and Wyver — and even, for a few days, in the cities themselves.
THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE. The Storm is an undeniably destructive force, and that's proven with this small sliver's effect as it ripples across the continent. While there's no visible sign of its presence, strange phenomena soon begin to appear, corresponding with Zasere's odd readings.

They're innocuous little things at first. A sudden silence, animals going quiet, insects stilling. All technology, no matter how advanced, ceases working. You discover when you check with a friend, the clock on your phone is twelve minutes slow even though you'd swear only a minute had passed — time missing. Walking through the woods takes longer than it should when brushing past one bush leads to brushing past that same bush again — and again, and again, the area looping on itself. It keeps you trapped, going in circles for minutes, even hours, before finally releasing you in a random direction.

Or perhaps you'll feel a sense of deja vu, like you've walked down this road, taken this turn, seen that bird fly from this branch before. This is the second time that cat has crossed your path. The person you're meeting, you already know their name; you're certain you've already met.



WE GOT COWS. The Storm sliver also ushers in sudden, localized weather anomalies — heavy storms, blizzards, strong winds, and more. Affected areas range from just a few feet wide to nearly half a mile. One minute, the sky may be sunny and clear, but the next dark storm clouds roll in, unleashing torrential rain. Small tornadoes surge along the road, kicking up winds strong enough to knock people over and carry objects away. Hail hurtles down from the sky, but only in a ten foot radius. Temperatures fluctuate wildly between one extreme and the next, from heat waves to cold snaps. Soupy fog blankets the area, thick enough that you can barely see your hand in front of your face. Good luck finding your way!



FORGETTING IS SO LONG. The visions come on suddenly and with very little warning. One second, you're carrying on as normal — but the next, you blink and find yourself (and anyone near you) somewhere else completely. You may recognize this place as a moment from the past, one that you lived through. It's a memory, your memory, and it now replays around you in exceptional detail, unnervingly lifelike. Or you may not recognize it at all. It might belong to the person next to you, or to someone else entirely — a memory that the Storm has swallowed up.

Either way, the scene plays out just as it once did, and there's nothing you can do to stop it — or escape it. The memory surrounds you to no end: every door you open leads nowhere, every hallway you turn down continues on forever, every horizon you flee toward hangs just out of reach. And linger too long or turn the wrong corner, and you may find yourself abruptly stuck in a completely different memory. It's almost tempting, then, to give up, to let the past sweep you away...

But this isn't the full might of the Storm. Look closely, and you can see that in the walls of this trap, there are minute, hairline cracks, a facade of fractured glass. Imperfections in the memory where the real world is breaking through. It seems the only way to escape these memories is to find those cracks and break through them — by force, by will, or by some other method entirely.
DECISIONS, DECISIONS...    

The time is coming to make a choice — perhaps not a permanent choice, but unless you want to spend the rest of your nights out under the stars, you'll need to pick which city you will initially spend your time in. On the horizon, you will see that people have arrived to help you make that decision...
A FORK IN THE ROAD. Refugees and the hyper-religious wishing to hear Voss speak are not the only ones out and about under the light of the aurora. Citizens of both Olympia and Wyver have flocked to a point on the road midway between the cities and where the refugees have appeared, and they all have the same goal in mind: convincing the newcomers who have just descended in the blessed light of Thesa to come to their city and not the other.

They've come with bribes — that is, examples of what their cities have to offer. If you spent much time at the exhibition up on Thesa Station, you might recognize some of what's being shown off, though the offerings here are markedly more tangible, and shown off by hawkers wearing substantially fewer clothes.

A herd of pegasi accompanies the Olympians, while a line of flying serpents is stabled at a tent bearing Wyver colors. Refugees are given the chance to experience solo flights and are told that if they prove their loyalty, they may have the privilege of owning such fine beasts one day themselves. The Olympians have also brought couture clothing, jewelry, and makeup to offer a taste of Olympian splendor, while the Wyver delegation has brought along fine weapons, sense-enhancing jungle plants, and small vials of diluted dragon’s blood (drinking confers a temporary boost in strength) to demonstrate their might. The Olympians speak proudly of the glory of the Temples of Thesa; the Wyverns speak of the Volkkran Pact and inform newcomers that they can make a pilgrimage to the summit of Namarak Mountain at the next full moon.

This is as good a time as any to compare your plans with others around you and exchange contact information before going your separate ways with people who are going to the city you are not. When you’re ready to go, don’t worry about safe passage — the natives of each city will gladly escort you there in luxury.



OF WHITE AND GOLD. The people of Olympia are ecstatic that you’ve come to join them... So much so that they’ve prepared a grand tour of the city for the new arrivals. You will be introduced to the major businesses in the city, including businesses that they are proud to point out were founded by refugees.

Refugees who have been here for some time already are encouraged to pair up with newcomers to introduce them to the parts of the city they like best. To facilitate this, they’ve made arrangements with many of the business owners: new refugees who visit their shops (and older refugees who escort them) are given discounts!

Just a few examples of many: the Wyvernest offers free desserts to first time visitors with the purchase of a drink, refugees who visit the Silk Wyrms can have one custom (though not exceedingly expensive) outfit made for them for free, and visitors to Shades Darker are offered a half-hour session with one of the prostitutes at half price… or access to a private room, if they seem to have taken a shine to one of their companions on the tour.

Lastly, tour guides will point out that over the course of the next week, the train to Flona Cove will allow new refugees to board for free so that they can experience the seaside for themselves. With the weather finally starting to warm, this is as good a time as any for a visit to the beach, isn’t it?



OF RED AND BLACK. Life in Wyver is typically a sink-or-swim sort of experience — but in light of the valor recently displayed by their predecessors, the natives are now more willing to assist in getting newcomers settled. The entire journey here they have been talking up the virtues of their city… and now is the time to show everything that's on offer.

The well-known businesses in the city are prepared for the influx of newcomers. Some are giving out discounted samples of their products while others are offering a more hands-on experience: in exchange for working a few hours, they will give training in whatever task is being performed.

At the Forged, newcomers can learn the basics of crafting simple weapons (and take one of their successes home), while visitors to spas near the lagoons are trained in the art of massage. Those who wander to Falmi’s Ring can learn the art of pugilism or how to keep (and fix) books if they're more inclined to the gambling that goes on. Newcomers interested in Wyver's dragons can get hands-on experience at the Fields of the Exalted's nursery. While they walk from place to place, a guide may point out a job posting from Highwind Hires, noting that refugees can make a name for themselves outside official channels.

The last stop on the tour is the Undergrowth. The guides speak of the jungle in reverent tones and caution new refugees not to wander too far in. They warn never to explore alone, but also urge refugees to take time to familiarize themselves with it; after all, the jungle is an important part of life in Wyver, and those who are going to be living here should understand it as well as they do.
You've chosen your path, refugee, but that doesn't necessarily make it a permanent one. Watch out for the strange effects of the Storm, which linger still in the two cities and everywhere in between for the next few days before dissipating just as mysteriously as they came, but otherwise enjoy the welcome and make yourself at home — after all, this is home now.
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claire fraser | outlander

[personal profile] nineteenfortyfive 2018-04-11 04:11 am (UTC)(link)
[It's a wedding. Claire's wedding, to be exact, and the church feels more like a tomb than a place of worship. No windows--but the father will be given enough money to afford them for marrying Jamie and Claire on such short notice. Men crowd the front of the room to watch Jamie wed the sassenach.

She looks like she's before a firing squad. While her dress is full and elaborate, a delicate ribbon tied around her throat, Claire looks about ready to bolt or faint. Hard to say which.

She has one hell of a hangover.

"I, James Alexander Malcolm MacKenzie Fraser, take thee, Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp, to be my wedded wife..."

It's a goodbye. She no longer wants to leave. It's a cold day, snow on the ground in some spots, and somehow all the colder by the circle of standing stones.

Her hand moves to rest over her stomach.

"How will I explain all this? How can I go back?"

It's a quiet evening, the fire in the hearth warming the lavish room. This place doesn't feel like Claire Fraser because it's not. It's Paris, but Claire is there, talking softly to Jamie. She's heavily pregnant. And now she has her doubts about being a mother.

"What if I'm terrible at it?"

It's a grave. Faith Fraser. 1744.

It's the last fight. Claire is livid, as is Frank. Nearly two decades of resentment is coming to a head. He wants to leave, and he wants to take her daughter with him now that she's graduated high school.

"You've been waiting. All this time... you've just been waiting for the clock to run out! Well, Brianna is my daughter, and you will not take her anywhere."

It's an argument. Claire's older now, hair straightened and in a time more modern than before, and she's exchanging heated words with the young woman before her. Her words are as fiery as her red hair as she slaps Claire's hand away.

"Just admit it! Admit that you are not a perfect person. Own up to the fact that you fucked someone else while you were married to Daddy, just like a million other bored housewives!"

It's a printshop. Claire nervously fixes her hair before she steps inside, the bell at the door jingling. Slowly, ever so slowly, she walks further in.

It's Jamie's voice that makes her heart leap into her throat.

"That you, Geordie?"

-

Claire, at the end of it, looks mortified. All of it, bits or pieces, or just one memory is enough to have her pressing her palms into her eyes as she gathers her bearings.]


Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ.
colorature: (Default)

[personal profile] colorature 2018-04-11 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
I was born this way.

[Born. Implying she had a mother, even if she never met her. In reality Diva's mother had been a mummified corpse that had been found by explorers. Somehow, both her and her sister's infant bodies were alive inside, just dormant, not awake. Not until they were ripped from the body's womb.]

They did! They did. My dear, darling sister, my twin, Saya...she got to live in the manor over there. They raised her like a Proper Lady, never telling her what she was. Me? They kept me in the tower as an experiment for years and years... I was their 'Guinea Pig'. They never even gave me a name...it was sweet Saya who did.

[As distressed as she may seem, emotions running wild across her face, every time she mentions her sister there's a fondness with the way she says her name.]

But they never thought my sister would let me out! [Haha!] She's mad at me though, for killing them all, including the boy she was so fond of. I think she wants to kill me too...but she'll come around. We're sisters, after all.
doomedtheworld: (Talking)

[personal profile] doomedtheworld 2018-04-11 04:12 am (UTC)(link)
[For the moment, she's not staring at anything. Her attention is still caught by the vibrant green color lit up by her flashlight. After growing up on her world, a place where the only plants that grow are sickly, bent things with leaves of black and red and the idea of "green plants" is relegated to children's stories and legends.]

Is it? This is normal here? I've never--

[She doesn't sweep the light across You's face or anything when she turns, she'd gotten this light in her eyes once already and knows better, but she doesn't need to. She's been burning tin for awhile and her vision is sharpened enough that she can see through the dark. She sees the marks and bruises, faded and healing, but she knows what they mean. She doesn't need to ask to know how somebody got something like that. And she sees the look on her face.

She flicks the flashlight, scanning with her enhanced eyes and ears to see if anybody else is nearby. Perhaps following this girl. Nobody she can see.]


... I'll go. If you wanted to be alone.

[No minced words. She's been there.]

[personal profile] krasnaya_vdova 2018-04-11 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
Rumlow?

[She looks surprised, but definitely pleased to see him, a lopsided smile curling across her face as she looks him over. Her eyes take in the scars, but they don't linger. He's older than when she'd seen him last, but that was years ago. There's something a little impish as she shakes her head in false exasperation.]

I see you're as classy as ever.

[But it's clear from her smile that she doesn't mind. The twinkle in her eyes makes it teasing more than anything, and she certainly has grown into her figure. Still petite, but there are curves to her slender build, bright blue eyes to go with her red hair.

Not that he'd been bad when she was young, but the agents that watched over her, tutored her and everything else had never been models of decorum. They were soldiers first, not really babysitters, had never quite known how to take care of the young orphan. And it's easier to focus on the crudeness of his words than how nice it is to see a familiar face, and that there's a low pleasure to the acknowledgement that she has grown up, in more ways than one. Affection and tragedy and loss-- so many things. She feels like a different person than the girl in the SHIELD bunker that he brought candy and pencils to.

There's snow adorning her hair, and she's in a simple long-sleeved shirt that does little to help with the cold, and so she steps in closer, and she still has to look up at him, but not like before. She hardly knows where to start, what to say. She half wants to just hug him, but there are few people she has the ease to initiate it with, no matter how tactile she is. So instead she brushes past him, stepping into the cave.]


You going to join me?

[She wants to get a fire going before her shirt freezes to her skin, and then they can talk, she thinks. It'll give her a few moments to catch her breath. ]
doomedtheworld: (pic#12214133)

[personal profile] doomedtheworld 2018-04-11 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
Really.

[Her tone is flat as a sheet of paper that just met a steamroller.]

That's assuming I'm here looking for any new friends.
icingonthecake: (little smile)

gosh i have been here since FEBRUARY GOSH

[personal profile] icingonthecake 2018-04-11 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
Axel snorts a laugh.

"Wouldn't be the first thing I've lost," he says, though he knows the joke will go over the kid's head. He looks at him a moment, thinking absently that he resembles Sora a bit--something about the spiky brown hair and the big, innocent eyes--then reaches out to shake his hand.

... Wait.

"You're...?" Did he just apologize? "I mean, you don't gotta be sorry, I just feel like I've been walking in circles all day. Name's Axel--got it memorized?"

He likes to think he's pretty memorable, at least; that's definitely one of his hashtag goals. For that matter, this kid's pretty distinctive, himself.

"I, ah..." He makes a little wiggly-finger gesture by his head. "I like the feathers. Very stylish."
diplomatie: (2483720-29)

[personal profile] diplomatie 2018-04-11 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
[ WOW. ] A-Alisaie!

[ How annoying! He goes ahead and tries to swipe the water off his clothing. ] Was that truly necessary?

[ Honestly, it kind of was. He deserved it. ]
unos: (Default)

[personal profile] unos 2018-04-11 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
[ They don't need to follow but Katsura almost does anyway, taking half a step after the memory before the memory moves for them. Well, that's convenient. Now he can be lazy and nosy.

But there's only so much entertainment he can draw from watching Takasugi stumble around drunk (no there isn't) and the question he's been asked is a fair one, anyway.
]

Who knows? Even all the time they gave us on the station wasn't enough to learn everything, and there's no shogunate or Shinsengumi to keep in line in this place.

[ Apparently, this drunken memory of Takasugi isn't the only one who's lost. ]
offtune: (#raguel —)

[personal profile] offtune 2018-04-11 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ more forests... she's not pleased by the sound of that, but it's not like she doesn't completely follow archer's line of thought. the sooner they leave, the better then. ]

Then we leave. [ which is to say, get your ass going, archer. ] Something about this weather thing doesn't sound right.

[ she might have been thinking it lightly before, but ... maybe she shouldn't underestimate weird readings from fucking natha tech. ] You have supersenses, don't you? Tell me it's only the weather that's weird.

[ help her sleep better at night... ]
diplomatie: (2483720-11)

[personal profile] diplomatie 2018-04-11 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ He gives her a bit of a smile back — less because he feels the desire to smile, and more as a reassurance toward his sister. He can't imagine what must be going on in her heart right now, and any little thing he can do might be helpful. ]

How are you feeling?

[ He ... can't help but ask. Mostly to make sure she's all right. But also ... to know how his sister is feeling about all of this. ]
whatisright: (Darkspawn? Where?)

[personal profile] whatisright 2018-04-11 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
[Justice looks sharply in Anders' direction, watching him wander off towards whatever that elf was doing with the boa.]

Anders, we should be thinking of how to leave.

[Anders can't really be distracted by all this when Desire isn't here to--

Oh, who is he kidding? Of course Anders is going to be distracted by this.]
america: (AMERICA)

iii.

[personal profile] america 2018-04-11 04:27 am (UTC)(link)
Nothing you haven't handled before, Tony.

[ Tony might not have meant to flag him down, specifically, but there it is. Coincidence can sometimes have quite the sense of humour.

Steve is ... shocked to see his old frenemy awake again, after he could have sworn the guy was asleep in a pod up on the Station. It doesn't exactly show in his expression, but he's surprised. And maybe ... maybe a little relieved.

Still, it's hard to tell just how much Tony remembers from last time, if anything. He'd experienced this coming and going with Bucky before - one might say it's prepared him a little for this time around.

Maybe. ]
presses: (pic#11286247)

[personal profile] presses 2018-04-11 04:28 am (UTC)(link)
( as luck would have it, a woman is witnessing this memory right alongside him. eugene practically chokes on his response, breaking out into some half-guffaw, half-squeak at the intrusion. she doesn't seem to be merciful at all, either, though she is trying to look away. whether that's for her sake or his he can't quite tell, but- )

Excuse me for not knowing how to act when the first time I ever made love is broadcast to a stranger, but I'm not asking for any constructive criticism!

( he is. he is making it worse. if he could just own it then maybe this wouldn't be such a spectacle.

but nah. )
fisherwife: (He started planning our future midhookup)

cows

[personal profile] fisherwife 2018-04-11 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
[The rain doesn't bother her at all either, though that's perhaps unsurprising given her, you know, entire being. She does have to use her trident a bit as a sort of anchor against the wind a couple of times though, but it's a small inconvenience.

When she spots Vin--or, more, she spots her disappearing under the covering--she approaches and tilts her head up as if regarding the weather and the question thoughtfully
] Not usually, no. This is all definitely strange for the area.

[And focusing back on Vin:] There should be a small shelter area not too far from here. Come, I'll lead you to it.
sparsity: (110.)

[personal profile] sparsity 2018-04-11 04:30 am (UTC)(link)
My memory.

[ Mikazuki has no idea if saying it plainly will help allay fears that have come too late for that child on the table. He senses her withdraw from the scene that has come pouring out of his head, not so much from its recesses as from neatly folded layers of dedication and priority. Mikazuki is driven now — he was driven back then, too.

It's not the first time he's had to spectate his own life. He attributes it to the Storm bringing the impression of death with it wherever it goes. But there's chance there, too. He wouldn't be here without it.

Neither would she, but she's different. As the scene quiets down once and then once more, Mikazuki approaches her, extending his hand.
]

It's okay.
offtune: (#captain's guard —)

[personal profile] offtune 2018-04-11 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ that defies whatever stories she's ever heard of vampires, but then again, it's not like all worlds are the same. she's met so many different creatures and species that nothing really surprises her anymore. born as a vampire, and staying youthful. being experimented on by disgusting humans. all of this makes her sick to her stomach.

the mention of sister makes her mouth twitch involuntarily. another thing they have in common, a strange relationship with her sister. although zero wouldn't even really consider one, two, three, four, and five her sisters; they're fucking clones that call themselves her sisters, so much that zero just played along with it. none of it was true, and only zero and one knew that. ]


Your sister -- she's a vampire also? [ something about this doesn't make sense. ] Why did they favor her over you?
diplomatie: (2483720-17)

[personal profile] diplomatie 2018-04-11 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ Look, something else could've happened to her while being doused in it!! Can't blame him for caring too much. (Also water is definitely the devil.)

He's ... kind of weirded out by their surroundings, though. It doesn't feel particularly safe? And he's not familiar with them, himself. Which only makes them that much more strange and suspicious.

He focuses on a red light for a moment, before looking back at Krile and noticing how she seems a bit off. ]


Are you familiar with this place?

[ It's worth a shot to ask. ]
meinwaifu: (Sempai between the sheets ♪)

Forgetting!!

[personal profile] meinwaifu 2018-04-11 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Excuse u, Mephisto stays dry as a bone -- he didn't carry around a tacky pink umbrella for nothing, the demon sealed inside sensing the shift in weather and opening over his head with a poof of smoke. But the scenery around him is vaguely familiar, having been shown something rather similar by Mipha herself in a similar vision of the past... that one, far more pleasant.]

[But the one that followed that one would certainly explain the child sitting here, waiting for a sister who will never return.]

[And yet despite the overwhelming sense of tragedy that no doubt blankets this entire scene, Mephisto remains calm and unaffected as he looks down at the child. He steps closer and crouches down, allowing the umbrella to shield him from the rain as well -- even if there's likely little point when he was already an aquatic species.]


Now now... there's no need for such a sad face! [He holds out his hand and snaps his fingers -- and when he does, a lollipop wrapped in cellophane and tied with a cute bow appears in his hand with a little poof of smoke.]

As luck would have it, she sent me here to check on you... you are Sidon, yes? She's told me much about you!
ukase: (Aim)

[personal profile] ukase 2018-04-11 04:32 am (UTC)(link)
[He waited for the other shoe to drop, for her walls to lock up and her expression to change as she came to recognize him. It had been some time since he had been able to take the time to visit with her, and the last that he had heard, she wasn't where he had left her. It hadn't been his problem then, too intent on his own business and a part of him was glad that she had slipped the captivity and forced isolation. He hadn't looked for her, but he had expected to run across her at some point given that certain circles seemed to meet.

That she didn't automatically attack him, didn't look upon him with hatred and disgust like so many others was maybe as surprising as it was novel. At this stage in the game, more people distrusted them than ever seemed to trust him. He doubted many would be caught dead in a cave with him while enduring a blizzard, but she just brushed right passed him like they were just going into an old SHIELD safe house that he had arranged to make certain there was no evidence of their little adventures.

He eased to the side, letting her go without compromising her. They were different people, weren't they? Older, more experienced, cynical to life's whirlwind.]


I was here first, so you're technically invading my space. Thanks for asking if you can stay by the way.

[He followed her in, falling to a crouch for the few items in here that could provide warmth. Of course, he had his own supplies (matches but also flint and blade), and he worked on getting a fire going as it seemed as if the blizzard was here to stay for the time being. Also, starting a fire was something he was excellent at and had a small flame to feed in no time.]

Heard you flew the coop. I mailed you candy for your birthday, but alas, you left no known address. Not the first woman to ghost me.
krasnaya_vdova: (Streets in the Rain)

[personal profile] krasnaya_vdova 2018-04-11 04:35 am (UTC)(link)
[The forest is melting away into something else, some place else. It's a big city alleyway, and even as the underbrush hasn't completely melted away yet, she can hear the skittering of rats, feel the drizzle of rain falling as the bricks and the sidewalk start to expand, hear how it strikes the fire escape. The world shifting into one that was devoured by the Storm.]

This can't be real.

[She says softly, and yet, she knows what memories feel like. She can tell, but it's hard to wrap her head around this, that there was any way to be back here, memories made real, so that she could feel the city around her like this. The faint scream of sirens in the distance, the way the lights from storefronts and open signs reflect on the forming puddles that splash under the squealing tires of taxis.

There's distant bitter laughter, and the low hum of conversations and arguments, and the distant tremor of a fight. It's city life, in all it's vibrant ugliness and brutality. She needs to step into the alley, because she knows where she is, but for a moment she just lets herself remember what it feels like. Brooklyn. She'd always loved the city.]


It's New York City.
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III

[personal profile] originallutece 2018-04-11 04:37 am (UTC)(link)
[Rosalind Lutece is not in a good mood.

To be fair, she never is on trips like these. She hates the outdoors. She didn't used to, but being repeatedly forced into them has given her a special kind of loathing. So she's really in no mood to be spoken to by anyone, never mind someone glib.]


I hardly have to speculate. I live there, and have for the past six months.

[Gonna offer him a tip on Olympia? . . . no? Okay.]
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[personal profile] reek 2018-04-11 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ His homecoming had been dreary and disappointing. No one cared who he was, he was looked down upon for forgetting the ways of the ironborn, and he failed abysmally as a captain. All his life, he dreamt of the day he would return home. He and Robb were the only ones who ever spoke of it. They were just two boys back then, two boys who spoke of what would happen “when I’m lord of Winterfell” and “when I’m lord of the Iron Islands”, but Theon was as good as dead when Balon shipped him off. The old man never anticipated that his son would actually be returned to him and instead built his daughter into his heir.

Theon isn’t naive. He knows it, deep in his heart, but It’s something that no one wants to accept. He’s tried to blind himself to it, just as he tried to blind himself to the fact that it was Balon who chose to give him away. He growls through his teeth, frustrated as he swipes a sleeve across his eyes to stave his oncoming tears. Weakling, he scolds himself once more. What are you, really?
]

Lying to me will do no good. The Starks want nothing to do with me, and Asha and I could hardly stand to be in the same room as one another when she was awake.

[ He has Maximus, it's true, but their friendship isn't a replacement for the years-long friendship he formed with Robb. Is Claire a friend? He hasn't even considered it, really. ]
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[personal profile] colorature 2018-04-11 04:38 am (UTC)(link)
Of course. She's my twin. She looks just like me. Well...her eyes aren't blue, but otherwise you couldn't tell us apart!

[And, in the background of it all, Zero might be able to make out a girl who looks just like Diva, screaming and crying, covered in blood, horrified of the carnage around her. The image doesn't last long though, and fades away quickly.]

It was a nature verse nurture experiment. I was just the unlucky one who ended up in the tower. They wanted me to stay a monster, while seeing if they could raise my sister up to be just like any other human.

[Twin studies, gotta love them.]
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You and everyone else tbh

[personal profile] meinwaifu 2018-04-11 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Don't give him an up-down look, it's just gonna make him grin more!! Thankfully, she asks her question before he can say something that would have him deserve a facewashing in the sand dune.]

I can't say I have any trouble with it. Why do you ask?
punshots: (✘ maven.)

➟ noctis.

[personal profile] punshots 2018-04-11 04:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ For all Prompto has been waiting, month after month after month, for Noctis to wake up, it's still surreal, like he still can't wrap his mind around it, like it's still not quite real. Even after he beams down from the Station and they meet up at the teleporters. Even after they camp, like the good old days, and travel back to Wyver, where Prompto has extended the obvious invitation for Noctis to stay with him and the twins. It's all very by the numbers, which is somewhat helpful, given how dazed Prompto still is that Noctis is here, talking to him, walking at his side. Almost like nothing has changed at all.

But a lot has changed, and...he'll get to that. He hadn't wanted to overwhelm Noct all at once while he was still getting used to this world, but now that he's had some time to process everything, Prompto had better broach some, uh, more...personal topics.

He hasn't said much about the twins yet, except to explain that they're from a world similar to theirs, and for all Prompto is bursting at the seams to drop The Bomb on his best friend, it's surprisingly difficult to broach. He sliiiiiiiightly understands now why Alisaie hadn't told Alphinaud about their engagement right away. It's hard to catch people up on things like this, to illustrate so profoundly just how much they have missed out on.

So, one thing at a time. With a little spring in his step, Prompto leads Noctis towards their little house on the far side of Wyver and up the walkway to the door, chattering the whole way there. ]


Check out the digs! Not too shabby, right? It's no Citadel, buuuut it works. It's got, like - furniture, and everything!

[ Look, it's still a big deal for him to be an Adult with a house and furniture. ]