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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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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. 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. 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.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. FINAL OOC NOTES
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Slaine Troyard | Aldnoah.Zero CW: torture...lots and lots of torture
[He doesn't want to remember.
It's a jarring experience, almost an out of body one, as Slaine finds himself watching himself give Asseylum his father's pendant. He watches himself wish her well, his gaze full of adoration and longing, before she then leaves the hallway, only to be replaced by a stern, frightening man. Immediately the end of a cane makes contact with his cheek, knocking him down onto his knees.
This isn't the only memory of his face or gut meeting the end of Count Cruhteo's cane. There are so many instances that they begin to blur together, making him feel dizzy and sick as he watches them all play out before him. It isn't just Cruhteo that makes Slaine the target of his ire. Other personnel on the Landing Castle orbiting Earth make a point to bully him whenever they get the chance. Filthy Terran, useless, scum and all sorts of insults seem to hit him, along with kicks or having his hair yanked nearly out of his scalp. There are glimpses of military drills, of piloting spacecraft, but despite the high marks he receives, he only seems to get picked on worse. There's a brief memory of him piloting a ship on Earth, of being called a Bat, only to be shot down to crash his sky carrier into the ocean. This goes on for sometime until the memories melt down to one that trumps all of them in terms of brutality and abuse.
It's outright torture, what he experiences, shackled and hung by his wrists from the ceiling of a room. He's electrocuted as he's interrogated for his actions, of going down to Earth by himself amidst the war. Why did he seek an audience with the Emperor? What did he know about Princess Asseylum's assassination? Count Cruhteo gets no answers, and in return for his insolence Slaine finds himself degraded, whipped, and gagged by the end of a pistol.
The memories have him clutching at his chest as he looks around wildly for a way out, for an escape from whatever this is, before the room changes into a place far more dark. It's dimly lit, and he watches, with rapt horror, as he moves to save his princess, to save Asseylum, only to watch her be shot.
He can't relive this. He can't do it. Hands clutching either side of his head as he tries back up, to remove himself from the memory he already replays in his dreams. Eventually he hits a wall, back to it, knees giving out as he slides down it into a crumpled heap on the floor. He can't breathe, panic having gripped him, the edges of his eyes wet.
Suddenly, it's not dark anymore. He's in the Princess' baths, a downed rocket having crashed in the middle of it all. There a younger version of himself hangs out of the contraption, dressed in a space suit, drowning from liquid in his lungs until a certain princess saves him. He feels like he's drowning right now, from the anxiety and panic that have fully taken over his body. Whatever's happening needs to stop and it needs to stop now.]
WILDCARD
[There are so many things to do and I'm down to do any of them. Just let me know and I'll be there or can write a starter for us!]
FORGET ME NOT
[Calm and collected, if slightly confused, Setsuna stood in stark contrast to Slaine before him. He had seen the boy, wandered through his memories as he was smacked, beaten, and tortured in front of him, no matter which corner he turned. He wished he could stop it, but this was something he wasn't able to intervene in, no matter what he tried.
But the Slaine before him now, this one was different. The storm of emotions radiating off of him were very real and very present, not a faded echo of scream let out ages ago.
Unfortunately for Slaine, Setsuna may be many things, but he isn't especially good at being comforting. At most, his expression softens slightly, but he doesn't offer pity or sympathy. He doesn't even know the boy even remotely well enough to even offer a hug or a hand on his shoulder. All Setsuna could really be was just a solid presence for Slaine to, hopefully, start to ground himself. They did have a more pressing matter to deal with, after all.]
We need to get out of here.
[They had a escape this past and head towards a future.]
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Perhaps that's the most jarring part of it all. Throughout all of this, every single memory? He's been on his own, fighting alone, with no one on his side or to back him up. To hear another voice, to hear we being used in relation to himself is enough to have him look up in Setsuna's direction. He feels overwhelmingly disorientated, but the sudden presence of another has him pulling himself back from his misery to try and focus.
They do need to get out of here...wherever 'here' actually is. Slaine would love more than anything to not have to be reliving any of this right now. But just how, exactly?]
I don't know how.
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We have to find the future.
Closed : You Watanabe
Too bad it's not exactly going all that well. The marshmallow he's currently attempting to toast has caught on fire, sadly falling into the pit to fall prey to a sad, charred fate. Oh well...he can always try again, can't he? It's then he notices that the person who seems to have the bag of new mallows is none other than the girl he'd saved back then, You. Brightening, just a bit, he moves to sit next to her, stick at his side. She probably wouldn't mind the company, right?]
Um, is it okay if I join you? I kind of ruined my last marshmallow...
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...it makes her miss Uchiura. Her sea. Her friends. Her heart hurts, and she'd give anything for Chika, or Kanan, or Riko, or anyone to be here.
She's so focused that she doesn't even realize that he's talking to her at first.] Huh?
[She looks over, and immediately tenses. It's... him.
He saved her, true, so she's not scared of him in the slightest. But he brings back painful memories. The sound of the gunshot so close, the smell of gunpowder, of blood. She bites her lip.
And shrugs.] ...yeah, if you want.
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She may not hate him, but the association of him to a painful event still exists.
Timidly, he reaches for the bag of marshmallows, plucking one from the packaging, sticking it on the end of the stick he's got.]
Thanks.
[Now what? He should probably say something...shouldn't he...but he's at a loss for words. Maybe once he's done cooking his marshmallow this time he'll have thought of something.]
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[It's debatable if she's had any at all.]
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Oh, um...thank you.
[He takes the bag from her, setting it on his lap, deciding to stick an extra mallow on the end of his stick just for good measure.]
It's been years since I had a marshmallow. I think the last time I had one I was eight or nine.
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I guess you must not camp out much, huh.
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Not really, no. I did a few times when I used to live on Earth, but I ended up moving to Mars.
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[He perks up a bit at that. Sure, living on Mars sucked, but she still knew what it was.]
You've heard of it?
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I didn't know anyone lived there, though...
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Mars has been colonized for a few decades now. The planet is, well, was I guess I should say..ruled by the Vers family after they established the Versian empire. If you'd like you can meet Princess Asseylum sometime. She woke up recently and she's quite friendly.
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ASSEYLUM LEARNS THE TRUTH!!!
It's Slaine's.
Count Cruhteo, someone she placed her trust in, who watched over her, guided her and displayed utmost loyalty to the empire, warps into another man, and it's so subtle that it looks like it could be a trick of the light. Perhaps it's in his face, or how he looms in a way he's never done to her with his heavy steps impacting the ground with measured, focused intent. It drills trepidation into her, and then, the cane cracks across Slaine's cheek.
She sucks in a shrill gasp, hands flying to cover her mouth as her eyes bulge in profound horror. He always had a severe personality, but never before had he demonstrated such cruelty.
The scenery fades; the brutality does not. Asseylum is forced to witness every whack that knocks him off his feet, boot that drives into him, and bruise that blooms on his skin that occurred right under her nose but out of sight. It's like flipping through a photo album of beatings, each a moving snapshot of just what kind of misery Slaine endured on a daily basis. And she had no idea. It rattles her world and drops her to her knees, trembling with the gravity of these horrific revelations.
And they just get worse, more obscene. Slaine, strapped in cuffs and strung up by chains: electrocuted, asked by Count Cruhteo why he went to the island, given another merciless zap treatment when he wouldn't respond. It's bad enough that Count Saazbaum, the man she now has come to recall organized for her death, suggests he stop. Feelings unfamiliar to Asseylum boil and rage within her as he degrades him.
We needn't show pity to a member of a lower race, Count Saazbaum.
Asseylem shoots to her feet, fists white and clenched to her sides. "Count Cruhteo! As Princess Asseylem Vers Allusia, I order you to stop this act of barbarity at once!!" she screams, barely reining her composure in. He doesn't listen. It's as though he's deaf to her pleas, or rather, like she doesn't exist. When that happens, she decides to take matters into her own hands: she dives for the woman with the control device to at least spare him any more shock treatments, but pins nothing but thin air into submission. It's like she's interacting with a hologram.
Defeated, she remains sprawled to the floor, wishing she didn't have to witness any more atrocities inflicted upon Slaine. As much as she wants to, she can't bring herself to avert her eyes to his experiences. They're his. They're... important.
A part of her holds out for the hope that it's all fabricated somehow, and that these are hallucinations dreamed up only now rather than the products of the past.
NO PRINCESS SHIELD YOUR EYES
That's the first thought that hits Slaine once he snaps out of the horror of reliving the slew of memories that seem to bombard them both. He's not alone like he had thought he was for a moment. How could he forget she had been standing right by him?
The horror of now knowing she's seeing everything, every hit, bruise, cane and slap he's ever taken is more terrifying than anything he's being forced to relive. There's nothing he can do, frozen in place, as he watches her react to things she never should've had to see or know of. He'd kept his scars and bruises hidden from her for a reason - ignorance was bliss and that very bliss is one he had wanted to protect for as long as he could.
She's crumpled on the ground, still watching the trainwreck of his life play out before the two of them. It's...unbearable. He doesn't want her to see this anymore. He'd rather take a thousand lashes from the end of Cruhteo's cane than have her watch a minute more of whatever this is.
Stepping behind her he reaches out to kneel down, placing his hands firmly over her eyes. She can feel his fingers tremble against her face, skin clammy and cool. He feels sick to his stomach and looks as pale as a ghost. He might as well be one for how dead he feels inside right now. His throat is dry when he speaks, head hanging to stare at the hem of her dress against the floor.
"P-Please...you don't need to see this."
Because if he has any idea where this is going, it's going to end on an even worse note than it started on.
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Mired in her outrage and empathy, her soft voice quivers in its mournful disbelief. "Slaine... is this... All of this... Did this happen to you?"
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It's not like what she's seeing didn't happen. Everything playing out before their eyes were pieces of Slaine's unfortunate past. It wasn't as if things could've happened differently or if she'd known she'd have been able to do anything about it. It feels like he's swallowing rocks when he speaks again, his hands still over her eyes.
"It's all in the past so please...don't concern yourself with it."
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Do it.
Slaine's anguished cry splits the air; Asseylum winces at the mere sound, her voice peeping out of her vocal chords unbidden in her horror. He's right; she doesn't need to see every lash inflicted upon him to understand. The grotesque picture has already been painted for her.
"No... I couldn't forget this, even if I tried. How... How could they treat someone this way, just because he's from Earth?"
Asseylum is on the brink of tears. Anger and hatred... Such emotions could be used as tools to shift war into one's favor. A conversation important to her echoes from the depths of her mind. Count Saazbaum, intercepting with how he would gladly hate a Terran simply for being a Terran. What he says is true: the Orbital Knights kicked him down any chance they got. What else could motivate them besides such a finely tuned hatred? Was this hatred drilled into them repeatedly, their frustrations taken out on Slaine, turned into a symbol for what they should fight against, when his only crime was being from Earth?
Weren't they all from Earth?
It's all so senseless! And yet, she's beginning to understand more and more. Slaine's hand becomes a slight bit damp as lower her lip trembles and protrudes.
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She can't forget it, but he wishes she would. Why is any of this happening right now? Just when things were starting to look up, when he thought maybe, just maybe, he'd be happy again...
"It's human nature, Princess...when one group of people decides to blame another for their problems, it breeds unnecessary hatred. It happens on Earth all the time. Different races hate one another, different nationalities, men and women, the old and young...as long as people are different, people will hate one another."
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"No... That isn't true. People can... People are fully capable of overcoming their differences. There doesn't need to be hatred if we could only take the time to understand one another! The Orbital Knights... They never wanted to understand you. And because of that, they..."
The lump in her throat gets to be too much. How can she even begin to put words to what Slaine has been through? What she has borne witness to? She's seen war, she's seen cities leveled, the cost of numerous innocent lives, and yet none of it unsettle her in quite the same way as seeing so much malice directed at just one person! Someone so young, someone so sweet and patient, someone so close to her heart!
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I believe so, Princess. Both Earth and Mars can live together in harmony!'
At least, that's what he used to believe. The troubling scene fades away to a far more intimate one, the two of them much younger than what they are now. It's a memory he holds dear, one that would be fine for her to see...but he fears taking his hands away still. He wants to shield her from whatever else might be thrown their way.
After everything he's gone through...he found it hard to believe in the good of others. Only now after having lived in Olympia for half a year did he find his faith in people begin to be restored.
"You're right...they didn't want to understand...but it's over now. It's in the past. You and I are here together now."
And to him that's all that matters.
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"...That may be so, but... I cannot even begin to imagine how such treatment has affected you. If I were beaten every day, for many days, it would surely have a tremendous impact on my psyche." At this point, she takes his wrist and uncovers her eyes. To her surprise, the scene has changed into a much more peaceful one, a fonder one that even she can recall. It doesn't wipe away the shock of the previous ones, but it does place a part of her at ease.
Compared to the brutality of the other memories, this one is so much kinder to him. Slaine's smile is soft, warm, unrestrained. He looks truly happy, talking to her as she listens with rapt attention. All of a sudden, she's grateful for the memories they made together, because if Slaine could not feel safe anywhere but in the sanctuary of her company, they held more value for him than she had ever known. This meaning crystallizes in her heart and she turns to look at Slaine with all the emotions this stirs playing in her soulful eyes, clutching her fist close to her chest.
"Slaine... I..." Without warning, she jumps into his arms, snagging him in a desperate hug to soothe the ache in her chest, to console the boy who knew more grief than she ever had. "I'm so sorry... I... I wish I had known...!"
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The look she gives him has his stomach turning before suddenly he finds her in his arms, squeezing him desperately. He's shocked, to put it lightly, returning the embrace after a moment of trying to register what's happening. Holding her like this, with her face buried against his chest...it fills him to the brim with so many emotions they threaten to spill over.
A hand moves to hold the back of her head and it's in that instant that he realizes just how close she is to him. To have her against him like this...he never thought possible, even if she's hugging him out of distress. It makes him happy and he's not sure he should feel that way.
"It wouldn't have done you any good if you had known, Princess...if anything, if you had tried to do something, they would've kept you from me I'm sure. So please, you don't need to apologize. You've done nothing but be kind to me."
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