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acatamods. ([personal profile] acatamods) wrote in [community profile] acatalepsy_logs2019-01-04 10:22 am

PHASE 3: AKVOS: THE END.






the great escape.
The Circle has quite a lot on their plate, this time around. Multiple players are fighting for the control of Akvos, and many difficult choices to make. No matter what path you choose, though, one thing is for certain: it is a bitter fight to the death to ensure that Akvos remains standing, one way or another.

There are three main areas for the characters to explore in the final log of Akvos: (1) The Kingdom of Akvos, where the King is fighting to seize control; (2) The Rift, where the characters will encounter the Dreamscapes; and (3) The Kingdom of Polankos, which is where King Ka'pouli has reigned since his arrival in the pocket dimension. Decisions made in all there areas will affect the outcome of Akvos, so get to exploring.




THE ASSAULT ON WAHINE.
The King’s forces will attack in three different fronts. There will be mermen attacking from above, riding saddled giant seahorses and manta rays, launching spears at the mermaid-warriors below with terrifying precision. They seem to be indiscriminate, in their aim -- the weaponry, charged with the same dark energy that the shadow creatures seem to be made out of, find their target in civilians and warriors alike, raining down a sea of terror upon the central stronghold of the Kingdom of Akvos.

The mermen will also be attacking at the ground-level, attempting to burst their way through the Palace Gates to flood the city with numbers. While the mermaids outnumber the mermen, the mermen are certainly more brutal than the mermaids. Some of them, though, in finding the city, are more concerned with looting it than with senselessly murdering everyone inside. Indeed, this is the most food they have seen in a long time -- and markets are destroyed in grabbing as much food and riches as they can, pressing closer to the Palace, and toward the Queen's stronghold.

And, finally, they will be attacking from below, navigating their way through a network of tunnels meant to transport goods and bursting their way into people’s homes, to sneak their way closer to their ultimate goal, which seems to be the Palace itself.

The Circle's main goal, here, is to protect civilians, usher theminto the underground strongholds beneath the Palace, and fight for their own lives should they attack the mermen first. Man the wall, if you so choose, to attempt to block the air attacks from the mantas. Fight on the ground, to protect Akvos from destruction. Or make your way to the underground strongholds and tunnels, to block access to the Palace. All of these will certainly assist in keeping Akvos safe.

In addition, please remember that shadow creatures (which can only be killed by magical means) are still making their way through the entirety of Akvos. While King Ka'pouli's forces are targeting the Palace of Wahine, the shadow creatures are still present everywhere. Get to killing!



INTO THE RIFT.
Some of you, however, have elected to traverse into the mysterious rift that appeared in the midst of the Fields of Akvosia. It looks like a black hole into nothingness, crackling with odd energy . . . and passing through it feels as though you have stepped through an icy waterfall. For a moment, you cannot breathe -- and then, you are treated to beauty.

The gaps between time and space are full of sparkling lights, bolts of rainbow starlight winding around you as you move through the uncertainty that is the void. It seems endless, but something inside you is tugging you forward . . . and, suddenly, there is a soft voice in your ear. A familiar one, to those who reside within the Circle . . . the confused voice of Astoria.

"Hello? My Travelers? How are you within the Void?" The Void? That word hadn't been used to describe whatever this magical place is before, but . . . well, a witch with the ability to send you all across the universe probably knows what she's talking about, right? "That should not be possible . . . who opened this doorway?"

You can tell her, or you can not. It seems to matter not, because: "Is this not getting through? Why can I not hear you . . . but I can feel you, I can -- please, if you can hear this, be careful. The Void is not something for mortals to interact with, and it can show you terrible things -- terrible things, so please--"

And, right before you have the opportunity to respond to our benevolent witch (or captor, depending on your point of view), you see a bizarre glass-like surface in front of you. It looks like a mirror, and you see a perfect reflection of yourself. It is absolutely captivating, and it beckons you . . . almost urging you to touch it. And Astoria's whisper grows a bit louder, more urgent:

"My dear Traveler, be careful what you encounter here -- can you hear me? Can you see me? I am trying to get you out of there, to bring you back home--Akvos is--"

But it is too late.

Your fingers graze the edge of the mirror, and you are pulled -- a sensation that is familiar to you, the same pull in your stomach that you feel whenever Astoria thrusts you across the universe, into new realities. And, when you blink your eyes again, and look around . . . you are no longer in Akvos, or the Void. You are somewhere entirely new.

Welcome to the Dreamscape.




THE KINGDOM OF POLANKOS.
Once the Circle emerges from the Rift and the Dreamscape, they will stumble into another world . . . but this one's wateris shallow, in comparison to the massive depths of the crystal-clear kingdom of Akvos. You can quite clearly see the surface, here, and there are shallows that allow you to come up onto islands, tropical in nature with fruit, odd creatures that appear to be multiple-headed monkeys and parrots, and sandy shores. It's a bit jarring to see, after spending so long underwater. Indeed, you emerge to trudge onto land, and look around, somewhat mystified that the deep-dwelling mermen would be from a place like this.

However, exploring the islands (which is not very difficult to do, as they are all small and will not take very much time) will yield the discovery that on the islands themselves are tunnels -- underwater caverns that thread through the islands to much deeper water. It's almost as if the islands themselves are barriers to the underwater caverns below -- shallow water, a layer of land, and then a (mer)man-made bubble of water below the barrier of land. And that whoever lived on these islands tunneled through them to find deeper water. Princess Kea, (who will attend on these journeys, while remaining in the water), will tell the Circle members that King Ka'pouli told her that when the mermen were cast out, they landed on solid land, and had to slowly dig deeper to their salvation.

Navigating through these tunnels will be somewhat perilous -- and the Circle members will need to carry Princess Kea to the nearest tunnel to get her into some water, because while she can breathe on the surface for a certain period of time, she cannot navigate the land as quickly as you people with legs. Additionally, underwater caving isn't exactly a blast, but the deeper you go, the more clues of civilization you can find. And, eventually, once you go deep enough, you emerge into a massive underwater cavern to find the small Kingdom of Polankos.

In comparison to the Kingdom of Akvos, Polankos is witheringly depressing. It is not brightly colored, nor open -- indeed, it is tiny, with mermen huddled together waiting patiently for the forces that went through the rift to return. There is not a lot to find here, save for some interesting weapons that possess a dark energy, versus a lightning energy -- and those weapons will be given to the Circle members who ask for them, because those who wield them are in no condition to fight. There is little food, little room to sleep, and these are a people clearly in need of assistance.

In order to get them out of Polankos, you will need to usher them through the tunnels back up to the Rift above -- it seems that King Ka'pouli opened the Rift on the surface, rather than risk the city below in case it did not work. The mermen there (who seem to be elderly and weak) will be eager for the assistance to get out Polankos, and at the promise of being brought into Akvos, they will happily go. There will be no resistance from them.

You may also see Princess Kea, who has filtered in and out of the Rift to assist on the journey -- teary-eyed, heartbroken at the sight of these individuals who require rescue, organizing the mermen with the promise of keeping them safe in Akvos.

"Hurry," she tells you, as she rouses another merman into getting to the nearest tunnel. "We do not have a lot of time to pull this off, and we must work quickly."

Additionally, please feel free to write up and work with your own prompts! These areas of the world are presented as jumping off points for your characters, not limitations. The idea of this world- as with all the others- is to explore -- you may use as much leeway as you want in order to come up with what your character will do, especially in the Dreamscapes.

If you have any other questions, please feel free to ask them back on the various threads back in the OOC post from before!
heartslight: (53)

[personal profile] heartslight 2019-01-09 04:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ ... Oh jeez, okay, that's kind of scary to look at. The fingers. She winces a little when she notices them — though not because she thinks he's gross or anything, instead because she's thinking about how painful it must've been to get them that way. ]

That's great! That you're getting better at it. [ Not that he gets hurt in his own world too. ] Still, you should take it easy for now.

[ She's concerned about him and how he looked after he moved that boulder. And she fully intends to help out by letting him just use his powers on her. Her seashells don't help much with these caverns anyway. ]
hatamon: (☼ 110)

[personal profile] hatamon 2019-01-09 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
Nothing ever tried to follow you home from space?

[ Hunk just seems like the type. Good thing he hasn't mentioned food yet, or then he'd really never escape.

[ A tour isn't a bad idea, though, at least in the interest of trying to find their way out of here. But first things first. There's no way he can let Hunk leave the Village of Beginnings without participating in its most important activity. ]


Here.

[ Carefully, he picks up one of the Digi-Eggs and holds it out for Hunk to take. ]

Try rubbing it and watch what happens.

[ Nade nade nade. ]
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[personal profile] lonered 2019-01-09 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
[ Dreamscape 1 - Weblum Adventures ]

[Welcome friends, to the belly of the beast. Literally. Weblums, they have been told, are an integral part of the cosmic ecosystem. The feast on dead planets and dead stars, turning old to new and converting what residual energy there may be. And the secrete a substance that, they have also been told, is essential to constructing a teludav.

However, after jumping and running and diving through various parts of the giant creature's digestive tract, including a great deal of stomach acid and swarms of small critters that are very keen on digesting him, he's kind of done.

He's rescued a random Galra hanging out in the beast's stomach, reunited with Hunk, and now there's another swarm of softball-sized jelly-fish looking jerks who want to melt them with acid.]


Ugh... not again.

[Welcome, try not to get digested.]


[ Dreamscape 2 - New Dogs and Old Tricks ]

[This dreamscape begins in a strange and distinctly alien wooded setting. A small shelter is situated nearby, made as comfortable as possible given how long they've been here, on the back of this whale-like creature. A small campfire burns, and not far away, Keith is having a very serious discussion.

With a wolf-like creature, various shades of blues and grays and white.]


All right. I throw the stick... [He waves the stick in his hand to emphasize, then points at the wolf.] And you go get the stick. [Pointing at himself.] And bring it back to me. Got it?

[The wolf tilts its head in a universally canine display of I don't know about that but if you say so, friend. Keith looks at the animal skeptically before he throws. And both he and the wolf watch it fly. Keith takes a breath, shuts his eyes, and finally looks to the wolf. The wolf looks at him.]

...okay. We're going to try this one more time.


[ Dreamscape 3 - The Last of the Real Ones ]

[The light falls low and eerie, a chill illumination that casts strange shadows, reflects here and there, dim for now. Keith has been following, follow following following, through light years and wormholes and desperation after Shiro, to this place.

It feels wrong. Everything about it feels wrong. It's about to feel worse. Light flares, racing one by one along a line of pod-like chambers that line the walls, each one containing a single figure. The same figure. Shiro -- likely familiar enough to anyone who has met him here over and over and over again, though with hair a dark black, eyes shut, motionless.

Dread builds. Palpable, a cold and unrelenting fear. No.

No no no.]


"Hello Keith." [The voice is behind him and Keith wheels to face him.]

Shiro... [Keith's voice, like he's half choking on the words.] It's gonna be okay.

"Yes, I know." [Shiro speaking once more, but the voice is wrong, the tone is wrong, all of it.]

We just have to get back to the Castle. [Keith is pleading now, watching as Shiro moves towards him, that unnatural expression on his face. He knows it won't be so simple. He knows he knows he knows. It doesn't matter. He has to try. He will try. He will die trying.]

"We are not going anywhere." [Shiro charges, and then it's a blur of shields and fists, of blades and cybernetic limbs that radiate lethal, luminous energy.]


[ Polankos ]

[After finally breaking out of the dreamscapes and twisted memories of the Rift, emerging into the strange new area is almost a relief.

Almost.

It quickly becomes much less though. This place is strange. Getting out of the water to explore is even stranger. Dry land has been nothing but a memory in so long...

Doesn't matter. There's something to be done here. Keith may not agree with the Princess' optimism entirely, but whatever the outcome, they can't leave an entire group of people to be trapped and die. Not happening. Once they manage to find the mermen, getting them back through the rift is going to be... tricky.]


We need a better system than this... We don't have time to get separated and stranded in hallucinations with all these people.

[Keith mutters, looking like something will present itself, or at anyone nearby as if hoping they'll have some solution.] We need to get them out of here faster than this.

[And of course there's the fact that Astoria's warning has been echoing in the back of his mind since he heard it.]


[ Wildcard ]

[Anything not here? Hit me up. I'd be happy to toss out additional dreamscape options if there's something specific not here. Or any non-dreamscape option too. I'm on plurk at [plurk.com profile] seasided for plotting as well!]
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[personal profile] punshots 2019-01-09 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ It sure did, and Prompto has barely even been able to register the details of it yet. All he can process is what's immediately apparent — they went through the rift and somehow wound up in Altissia, in the past. Or his past, anyway. These events already happened, and —

And he knows how they're going to end. ]


Gotta find a place to hide, gotta find —

[ There. He tugs her towards a small building that has so far been untouched by the battle. Prompto ducks through the doorway and waits until Kairi is inside behind him before shoving a shoulder against it to shut it.

What the hell is going on?

But first things first, through heavy breaths: ]


A-are you okay?
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[personal profile] punshots 2019-01-09 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ Arenvald answers Prompto's question with a question, and it leaves Prompto speechless, even in its simplicity. What is he doing here? Hell if he knows. This isn't what was supposed to happen — he thinks, anyway, but this is all so godsdamned confusing and devastating in the same turn. Did they mess something up? Did he mess something up?

Oh no.

His mouth works soundlessly for a moment as he grasps for an answer that is out of his reach. ]


I-I...I don't... [ He shakes his head sharply as he winces at the sound of gunfire. ] Where is here?

[ Maybe Arenvald knows. Those people that left did seem to know him. ]
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[personal profile] heartslight 2019-01-09 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ She sticks close to him as he leads her into the building, panting afterward from the sudden rush and need to run. She's got even less of an idea of what's going on than him, considering she doesn't recognize a single thing happening.

She nods when he asks his question. ]


I-I'm okay. [ She looks concerned, as she takes a half step forward toward him. ] What about you? What's going on?

[ She doesn't really expect him to know, actually. ]
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[personal profile] shootstyles 2019-01-09 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
Kouta...

[Izuku goes to approach him but... it's like they don't even exist. He's speaking to someone else. Another Midoriya, whose body is shattered and clothes torn but is smiling despite it.

They might as well not exist and that's somehow more chilling than he could have imagined. Are they helpless here? Doomed to meander in one of the darkest nights of their lives and unable to do anything but watch it play out? Over and over again.

He feels sick.

Still, he reaches out to Kacchan, fingers gently brushing his arm.]


We... we need to find a way out of here.
hatamon: (☼ 67)

[personal profile] hatamon 2019-01-09 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
I can't say I knew him very well, but he seemed like someone who'd call anyone he met his friend.

[ Normally a giant robot wouldn't be #1 on his list of people to worry about in a crisis, but Firo's right--Daylight gave the impression of being about as gentle-natured as they come. When someone like that goes missing in what's essentially a warzone, it's hard not to wonder if something awful has happened. Takeru's brand of optimism has never been about denying reality.

[ But. ]


You know... The first time I was in another world, one of my teammates went missing after a big fight. We spent months making ourselves crazy and assuming the worst. Then, one day, he showed up again just fine. It turns out he'd been sent back home to our world for a while.

[ Not a guarantee, but a possibility. As likely as any of the more depressing scenarios. ]
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[personal profile] adelphoi 2019-01-09 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ alisaie knows that feeling all too well. not a day goes by that she does not think of hydaelyn. for all her faults and troubles, she is home, and nothing can make you more homesick than constantly moving about from place to place and never settling in somewhere new. the temple may be home base, but they are away from it so often, and they cannot return when they choose, so it is all but impossible to put down roots anywhere.

not that she's interested in putting down roots. she will never stop fighting to be home. but feeling adrift is in no way comfortable either. ]


.. I know.

[ she says gently, reaching to gently touch konoha's elbow - a small gesture, but alisaie isn't very touchy, so it's a lot!! ]

But you shall return home someday, I am sure of it. I have to believe it.
adelphoi: (🍰 ᴘᴇᴀɴᴜᴛ ʙᴜᴛᴛᴇʀ)

[personal profile] adelphoi 2019-01-09 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's absolutely cheesy, but alisaie smiles anyway, in that way that suggests she is trying to smother it, her cheeks tinged a soft pink - but there's no time for idiot flirting, they have to move forward, and the only way forward is through.

it's a strange feeling when they pass through the mirror, like a tugging in the gut, not so unlike aetherial teleportation. so when they arrive she is able to stay on her feet, even though prompto nearly drags her off-balance when he falls. stranger still is the feeling of her feet on hard ground after spending so long underwater, the sudden pull of gravity is bizarre, but she finds her balance soon enough.

it's dark, and there's a sharp metallic scent in the air, and a distinctly crowded feeling. this place looks.. familiar.. ]


Is this.. a Magitek Facility?

[ what could that mean? why are they here? but prompto's hand is no longer in hers, so she turns to find him all but huddling against the wall. her brows lift high in surprise. ]

What's wrong?
adelphoi: (🍰 ᴀᴘᴘʟᴇ)

oh boy..

[personal profile] adelphoi 2019-01-09 06:04 am (UTC)(link)
[ she's run into a few tenuous situations in her wanderings through here, attempting to find her way out, but this is something else entirely. this feels.. private, and wrong, like she has stumbled onto something she was not meant to see, a memory that was not hers to take without asking. that she did not choose to appear here does not matter. she is an intruder.

but intruder or not, she cannot stand idly by. neither still does it matter that this is not real, that it is a construct, a dream. though these words might be wind and these people only images, this home and moment not hers to invade, she must still intervene. ]


What are you doing?

[ she calls out in horror, her voice sharp and hard, her hand tight around the hilt of her rapier now. ]

Unhand that boy immediately, do you hear me?
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d-i (as if there was ever any doubt <3)

[personal profile] pidgeypidge 2019-01-09 06:25 am (UTC)(link)
[This is new, and not at all what she was expecting to wake up to. For a moment, she just lays there. And then she moves to push herself into a sitting position, only to blink a bit at the way the ground moves.]

What?

Hi!

[Something nudges her hand and Pidge turns in time to see what looks like a little black blob with cat ears grinning up at her. Well then.]

Hello.

[This isn't even the oddest thing she's ever seen, so she's just going to go with it for now. Besides, the little cat-blob was kind of cute.]
lonered: (S6-30)

Dreamscape For Shiro (Naxzela)

[personal profile] lonered 2019-01-09 06:38 am (UTC)(link)
Follow my lead! We gotta break through that shield!

[Keith's borrowed fighter darts through the battle, flanked by the coalition ships.

The battle cruiser's shield, though, are impenetrable. They hit it with everything they have available, every last weapon, every last ounce of power, and nothing works. Nothing puts a dent in the barrier. The witch is on that ship. She has to be. They need to stop her. Whatever she's doing, it's created this danger. Shiro has said as much. The planet. Naxzela. It'll blow if the witch isn't stopped.]


"We'll never penetrate those shields." [Matt's face matches his tone, tense and on the border of desperate as he appears on Keith's view-screen.

He's almost right. Keith's eyes are wide as he considers it. The math of it all boils down to one solution. The only solution. The line of it is clear and bright, and he knows what he has to do.]


Maybe not with our weapons.

[Keith's voice is level. It surprises him. His hands grip the controls, and he aligns his trajectory. Their weapons can't break that barrier, but maybe his ship can. If he can do that, if he can give the others, Voltron, the Coalition, everyone, a shot. Then.

Then it's the only choice.

He slams the controls forward, full throttle, full speed.]


Wait! Keith! What are you doing? Keith! No! [Matt's voice chases him down, but Keith doesn't answer. Part of him wants to reach out to the others, to Shiro. To say...

Goodbye. It's a heavy thought, and he takes a breath. Time stretches out, seconds bleeding into longer spans. He shuts his eyes. This is the only way. And it's okay. It has to be. If he can help the others, there's no choice at all.

The Blades will go on without him; he's just one of many, and no operative is worth more than the mission. Isn't that the lesson Kolivan has tried to teach him over and over? Voltron doesn't need him any more. They're a complete team without him. And no one on Earth is left who would even have noticed him gone.

So it's fine. If it has to be anyone, it's better if--

Light flashes bright enough that he notices it even with his eyes closed. His eyes snap open in time to see the beam from Lotor's ship, see the shield around the cruiser falter and then fail, see the explosion that follows.

He pulls up at the last moment, fighter skirting the edge of the blast.

Alive. He breathes. He's alive. Chatter over the comms.

He hears Shiro's voice.]
"Good work, Keith."

[Another breath. No time to think about it.] It wasn't me. It was Lotor.
nogoldenmirror: (dragon ☽ what's that behind me?)

[personal profile] nogoldenmirror 2019-01-09 06:54 am (UTC)(link)
[A low rumble sputters in her throat. ...Is she snickering?

Yep. She's snickering.]


Continue to tell yourself that, if it pleases you.

[It'll only make it worse for himself later. To keep denying it's their reality, now. She uncurls herself and looks away. Toward where their "company" had come from. Of course she'd find another drunkard.]
fairysong: (39)

[personal profile] fairysong 2019-01-09 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
Well, my memory of it's a little fresher than yours! [She huffs.] So what, you're saying you go to some sort of... superhero school for kids? [Seems a little strange, but eh. Since coming to the Circle, her tolerance for the weird has gotten way higher than it already was.]

Shouldn't you have teachers that do the fighting for you? It seems a little irresponsible to make kids do this kind of thing...

[He's like two years younger than her

tops?]
fairysong: (12)

[personal profile] fairysong 2019-01-09 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Guess who is also running





it's Sheryl.

Even if the Vajra aren't their enemy anymore, it's tough to shake that reflex; seeing Vajra blow things up so often back on the Macross Frontier has been something that stays with her.

It's not blowing things up here yet?]
Hey-- I thought you were supposed to be a hero or something! What happened to the Great Pompadour?!
spaceforged: (pic#12502193)

cw: death, implied body horror, illness mention, abuse mention

[personal profile] spaceforged 2019-01-09 07:48 am (UTC)(link)
[Just as he starts to answer the world shifts and it becomes the swamp again. He turns to face the men in armor. At first, he's not sure what he's seeing but their demands turn his blood to ice. It's a dream. He knows that but his body ripples turning older, his scars reappearing as his hair goes white. His right arm shifts to metal and blue light sparks, weaving over the plates. A deadly hum fills the air.]

No. [One word as he moves to have a good vantage point to slice through swords and armor. Then the trees move and he stares, eyes widening. It's on his lips to ask why isn't your mother protecting you. But the earlier words come back to him.

They're back at camp and he looks down at himself. The Garrison uniform is gone. He's back in his Paladin armor. He looks up at her. Her secrets are on display and the illness that nearly took his life...is over.]


I used to be very sick. My body was breaking down. I'm fine now.
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[personal profile] bestaround 2019-01-09 07:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ 9S freezes in his steps instantaneously. Baffled stare settled on the figure before him, he does little more than move his head to Simon's movements.

Did he hear that voice right? The dissonance between what 9S hears and sees is jarring enough to be at a loss for words, but even that doesn't distract him for long from their surroundings.

It's familiar, in a way, in the sense that it could be straight out of the old, abandoned factories and warehouses 9S has ventured through in the past. None of it is aged and rusted and broken down enough to be exactly those places, of course, and there's a few choice additions he's yet to lay eyes on before. Not that it's comforting; it isn't. He can't shake the feeling that this isn't right, with the vague recollection of a warning just moments before stepping into... wherever the hell this is.

A cursory scan is all 9S gives when he turns back forward, belatedly following behind Simon with caution in his steps. He doesn't get too close to the terminals, however; he's seen his fair share of them in his time, and no matter how sleek or clunky they tended to vary in, none of them ever oozed such an inky black substance, nor were infested by... What could he compare that to? 9S doesn't know, but it's unsettling. His mouth twists in disgust. ]


Would you? Akvos doesn't have anything like this. [ Well, it shouldn't. ] Looks like the only hint we're gonna get about this place might be in, err...

[ Those hunks of trash sitting there, probably. ]
fairysong: (64)

lovely dream

[personal profile] fairysong 2019-01-09 07:58 am (UTC)(link)
[No Vajra here. Yet.

The place is... odd. It's a weird mix of serene and unsettling. The machines don't bother her; she's used to robots like this (maybe not quite like this) from the Macross Galaxy. Maybe they're a little odd-- especially the painted faces-- but they're just seeming to welcome her, so she can't be upset about that?

No, it's the fact that everything here is so obviously old and almost falling apart. These cheerful robots are welcoming her to a rusted amusement park with a ferris wheel that makes it look like it's going to fall over, the gates have ivy crawling over them.

Are they just reliving old programming? Former guides that don't realize the place broke years ago? No, they seem to be... genuinely having a good time.

Sheryl wanders, weaving her way through the crowd of robots, heading for the main tower with a heart blown through it.]
spaceforged: (What ever happened to my radio?)

[personal profile] spaceforged 2019-01-09 08:28 am (UTC)(link)
[The knowledge leaves him feeling horrified and cold. It isn't like his history books didn't teach him of the atrocities humans could commit on one another. And he has seen much while he was in Galra hands. As himself...and the other him. The him that had a leash wrapped around his neck and he never knew it.

The stars get dimmer as the lion shrinks in size then it bursts apart reshaping into Shiro. His hair is black with a shorter tuff of white. He looks dimmer than usual as if the light is diminishing in him by the moment. He seems younger, less certain but visibly the same age.

He looks at her and his voice is softer.]


...So, every mage of the circle knows these leashes exist? Has any ever been controlled by them? ...were they aware of it?
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[personal profile] theseuschip 2019-01-09 09:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ Firo will find that he's alone, for now. His footfalls land on tile in a corridor that seems like nothing for a while. But then it's a room — a workspace of some kind, apparently.

The only lights in the room are cold, sterile halogen, and in the corners, ever-present in Simon's dreamscapes as they were in real life, are tumid piles of metal shrapnel, with jutting cords and wires. The bowed serrations in the walls around the masses suggest that rather than being put there, they burst out of them, like something alive.

Even in the relatively normal area (relatively, for being full of future technology) with a desk and a functioning touchscreen computer, the whole space itself looks sick, somehow, like a person starved of sunlight, like solitary confinement.

Behind Firo is a closed automatic door with a glowing panel next to it. The panel is red.

The only thing that works in here is the computer, which displays blue text, with a button at the bottom. ]



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nogoldenmirror: (sheltered ☽ in this place at least)

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[personal profile] nogoldenmirror 2019-01-09 09:31 am (UTC)(link)
[Morrigan says nothing on his change in appearance. She has been a shapeshifting witch since she was a small child, able to handle a bird and cat form since she could first recall. She's about to say something when she recalls what she'd seen in his dreams. The sound that leaves her voice is almost a snarl when she asks,]

Due to the experiments they performed, yes?

[For a moment, her eyes flash red before he's greeted by the face of a high dragon, far larger than the form given to her by Astoria. She's almost the size of the Green Lion as she lowers her head to look him in the eye. She recalls the uncertain and vulnerable look in his eyes when his hair was mostly black beyond the small white tuft. Whether he'd intended it or not, he'd shown her things that should never have been shared.

Her turn.]


When templars would come for us, Flemeth would announce that the game was to "begin anew." I was to bait them further into the wilds, screaming or laughing, to where she would be waiting. I never saw what became of them until I managed to weaponize terror.

What you saw... 'twas the last time I was not expected to kill them myself.


[There's no mistaking the pride in her voice. Some things are ingrained so deep one has to be or they will make oneself sick. She's killed so many in self-preservation, she doesn't deign to give numbers. Yet she turns her gaze towards Alistair before she sighs.]

I do not begrudge them doing what they believed to be necessary. We all do terrible things to survive. [A growl echoes in her voice.] For the longest time... 'twas all that was important to me.

[She lets her thoughts drift, and the halls of Redcliffe Castle take shape. Alistair glares at her from halfway up the stairs to the next floor which houses the guest quarters, and she's almost hugging herself as she asks:

"If asking a friend to do something terrible might help... would you do it?"
"You want advice? From me?" He stares at her, dumbfounded. She looks slightly disgusted. "Tis come to that, yes."
He looks at her like a cat who ate the canary. "So... you have friends?"
She knows what he wants her to say, but the truth slips from her lips without her even thinking as the image of Amell on the ground, bloodied beside the remains of a corrupted dragon that, were it not for the decay and disease, almost looks similar to her own draconian form, comes to mind. "Only one."
Alistair stares at her in surprise. Almost as if he can hardly believe she actually admitted to something other than a 'no strings attached' relationship."If I thought it would help, absolutely," he finally says. "We can use all the help we can get."
Morrigan holds herself tighter as she fights off tears. Alistair watches for a moment, gives her one last look, then leaves for his chambers. The tears finally fall and she wipes them away, hissing one word: "Weakness."

Foolish girl. Flemeth's ghost; and this time, she cannot shove it away. I warned you how fleeting love is. You let yourself grow attached and now you will lose him whether he agrees to our arrangement or not.]
nogoldenmirror: (pleased ☽ the dragon has teeth)

[personal profile] nogoldenmirror 2019-01-09 09:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Morrigan stares for a moment, taking in the differences before he asks those questions. For a moment, she sees that tortured templar -- the only one who survived within the Circle Tower, not wanting to believe his old charge had returned to save those who remained.

She laughs to hide her rage.]
...They knew. Oh, they knew. It did not control them beyond the fear of knowing if they did run, their lives were forfeit.

[No, it is something far more primal that could control anyone, and it runs in the veins of every living creature. Her gaze hardens.]

Show me, if you please.
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[personal profile] spaceforged 2019-01-09 09:54 am (UTC)(link)
You? Never. [Sitting in the second chair with eyes that are burning yellow is the Shiro with white hair Keith knows and loves. He's dressed in his old riding jacket, a white shirt, his dog tags, and a pair of blue jeans. His eyes return to their usual grey as he studies himself. The other Shiro has his back to against the wall, eyes constantly sweeping the room while he drinks. He sips just enough to look like he's here to drink.

The Shiro of the present twists in his seat to look across the bar. He leans close to Keith and speaks low almost under his breath.]


...Keith, you need to be very careful here. Don't show any sign you're different from anyone else. Act like the soldier you are. [He shifts his chair closer to the one available for Keith to take and hisses out.] This is Shehui!

[Shehui. He's spoken of it before as far back as El Minha. While he hasn't brought it up much since. The city's marks are on him. He will never stop doing a nightly check of his surroundings to be sure they're secure. That is one of many things he does to make sure he's ready to fight at a moment's notice.]
theseuschip: (↻ there must be a way to know)

[personal profile] theseuschip 2019-01-09 10:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ Simon looks at him, face drawn and bluish under the sickly fluorescents. ] It’s PATHOS-II. Maybe— maybe Upsilon, but I’ve been all over Upsilon. Almost looks like a bunch of it jumbled together. Just... keep your ears open.

[ This would be a great time for a “it’s me btw not sure if you were aware”. You could say he’s too preoccupied to consider it, because he’s back fucking here, because he knows what’s prowling around at the stations he’d been to but doesn’t recognize this one and has to figure it out, because maybe Catherine is here, because now there’s another person down here for him to worry about.

And all of that’s true, but he’s run around PATHOS-II thinking he was human before, and maybe he doesn’t want to know if 9S would say “yeah no shit because of your robot body”.

But it’s probably not that he’s trying to drag around a Schrodinger’s cat and keep the box shut forever until the good outcome he wanted bursts out of it of its own volition. Simon totally doesn’t do that.

Anyway.

Instead of supplying that helpful information, he heads to the back of the room, perpendicular to the suits and computers, toward a storage shelf and another desk. The shelves he doesn’t usually find anything useful on, but maybe... ]