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daybreakacademy2020-03-26 06:15 pm
alreadyhuman) wrote in daybreakacademy2020-03-26 06:15 pm
my life took a turn
What: Part 2 of Vivi's player plot.
Who: Anyone who signed up here or has a reason/interest to go.
Where: A mist-shrouded village in the Outlands.
When: Late March.
Warnings: Shouldn't be anything? But i'll edit as they come up. I'll match your format!
A. Setting Off/En Route
The mysterious figure who visited the Academy a few weeks prior has come to take Vivi to a place where he will gain answers about his past. Looking a bit more battered than they did previously (though it's hard to tell, given their already bedraggled state), they're a little more open to the idea of company than they were before.
"A long journey," they instruct. "Make ready first. Before you go."
As Vivi's mysterious kindred promises, the journey is rather long - and secretive. It winds through lonely hills, alien valleys and shimmering rivers, where little to no civilisation of any kind seems to exist - but, at least, there's no real danger.
There's plenty of time to talk (and rest) on the journey. If all goes well, it will take most of a day before arrival.
B. Village in Mist
Their final destination is in a tucked-away valley, its hills blooming with flowers. The faint warks of strange Outlands birds echo through the fog. For those who walked in Vivi's dreams some months ago, the village that greets them - full of huts and mounds, and with pointy-hatted, cloak-wearing people who look uncannily like Vivi himself, but taller and larger - will be eerily familiar.
They're friendly enough, if cautious of outsiders. Vivi wanders among them like he's in a dream, not sure whether to be confused, hesitant, or delighted.
C. Ruined Factory
A dilapidated, broken factory, still wheezing Mist futilely in its attempts at processing, crouches on the landscape like a half-cracked egg. Machinery and metal scaffolding pokes out of its fire-blasted, broken walls.
It's a lonely, desolate place. But there could be answers, if you're willing to get your hands dirty; it appears a conflict of some kind took place here, and the place has collapsed in on itself from a combination of neglect and damage.
Or you could just be following Vivi, who has made a beeline for the factory regardless.
Who: Anyone who signed up here or has a reason/interest to go.
Where: A mist-shrouded village in the Outlands.
When: Late March.
Warnings: Shouldn't be anything? But i'll edit as they come up. I'll match your format!
A. Setting Off/En Route
The mysterious figure who visited the Academy a few weeks prior has come to take Vivi to a place where he will gain answers about his past. Looking a bit more battered than they did previously (though it's hard to tell, given their already bedraggled state), they're a little more open to the idea of company than they were before.
"A long journey," they instruct. "Make ready first. Before you go."
As Vivi's mysterious kindred promises, the journey is rather long - and secretive. It winds through lonely hills, alien valleys and shimmering rivers, where little to no civilisation of any kind seems to exist - but, at least, there's no real danger.
There's plenty of time to talk (and rest) on the journey. If all goes well, it will take most of a day before arrival.
B. Village in Mist
Their final destination is in a tucked-away valley, its hills blooming with flowers. The faint warks of strange Outlands birds echo through the fog. For those who walked in Vivi's dreams some months ago, the village that greets them - full of huts and mounds, and with pointy-hatted, cloak-wearing people who look uncannily like Vivi himself, but taller and larger - will be eerily familiar.
They're friendly enough, if cautious of outsiders. Vivi wanders among them like he's in a dream, not sure whether to be confused, hesitant, or delighted.
C. Ruined Factory
A dilapidated, broken factory, still wheezing Mist futilely in its attempts at processing, crouches on the landscape like a half-cracked egg. Machinery and metal scaffolding pokes out of its fire-blasted, broken walls.
It's a lonely, desolate place. But there could be answers, if you're willing to get your hands dirty; it appears a conflict of some kind took place here, and the place has collapsed in on itself from a combination of neglect and damage.
Or you could just be following Vivi, who has made a beeline for the factory regardless.
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[ The mage makes a noncommittal sort of chrr at the apology, a sound more bird than anything else. It's a vaguely appreciative noise, if nothing else. ]
He is young. Bright. Clever. [ Their words are slow and thoughtful. ] We want to see him safe. Happy.
But he has grown away from us. From this world. This village is...too small. Slow. For him. But he was brought here for a reason.
The things he forgot...they threaten his happiness. His being. He must learn them. Or else they will pursue him.
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[There's a warmness, a fondness to his statement. And a deep sense of gratitude. Gunvolt had never stopped being thankful to Vivi for what he's done for him. Though he doesn't look at it as a debt between them.
Still, as the boy listened to the guide's words, his face fell a little, and he nodded along solemnly.]
At times he seems like he's... looking off to the horizon. To something unseen. Think he's been wondering about all the blanks he's felt.
...And what you're saying is. Ominous. And I hope metaphorical. [He looks off to the horizon, and squints a little.] But whatever it may be... I've got his back. I won't let anyone, or anything, get in the way of him walking his own path, so long as he'll let me.
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He will need them.