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daybreakacademy2019-11-12 12:20 am
unpocoloco) wrote in daybreakacademy2019-11-12 12:20 am
What You Take With You part II: Reflections In The Fog
Who: All those on the What You Take With You mission and everyone else (who OOCly wishes to join in)
What: An important artifact is brought back only to immedaitely activate. Further details are here.
When: November 10th
Where: Daybreak Campus and around Soliel
Warning: Warn in headers as appropriate
On November 10th the recovery team sent into the Outlands makes their return with the obsidian mirror. Thus far it hasn't seemed any different than any other obsidian mirror, nothing spectacular about it beyond its age and where it came from. But Daybreak was only called to retrieve it, not anything more. The spell is worked to open the path between the Outlands and Daybreak, allowing them back. But as this happens, the mists rise up as they often do when the two worlds intersect. The team might even see it ghosting over the mirror before catching their own reflections in it. A light flashes over its surface and in that instant, the mirror activates.
Just one look in any reflective surface throughout Soliel-- a mirror, a window, a bit still water-- and people will be struck with sudden dizziness, a feeling of being knocked back, and then darkness. You'll find, on waking, a dark and desolate landscape full of smoke and fog. It'll be hard to tell where one is going. You won't be alone. People all over the academy have been brought into this vision. You may run into them, but even more likely, you'll run into the spots of color that cut through the fog.
And dwelling with this color? Why it's you. But better. Or maybe, much, much worse. It seems the mirror has something to show you. But is that something a promise? Or a threat...? Learn its lesson and you may escape both the shadowy realm and a terrible fate in your future. What image will you leave on the world?
What: An important artifact is brought back only to immedaitely activate. Further details are here.
When: November 10th
Where: Daybreak Campus and around Soliel
Warning: Warn in headers as appropriate
On November 10th the recovery team sent into the Outlands makes their return with the obsidian mirror. Thus far it hasn't seemed any different than any other obsidian mirror, nothing spectacular about it beyond its age and where it came from. But Daybreak was only called to retrieve it, not anything more. The spell is worked to open the path between the Outlands and Daybreak, allowing them back. But as this happens, the mists rise up as they often do when the two worlds intersect. The team might even see it ghosting over the mirror before catching their own reflections in it. A light flashes over its surface and in that instant, the mirror activates.
Just one look in any reflective surface throughout Soliel-- a mirror, a window, a bit still water-- and people will be struck with sudden dizziness, a feeling of being knocked back, and then darkness. You'll find, on waking, a dark and desolate landscape full of smoke and fog. It'll be hard to tell where one is going. You won't be alone. People all over the academy have been brought into this vision. You may run into them, but even more likely, you'll run into the spots of color that cut through the fog.
And dwelling with this color? Why it's you. But better. Or maybe, much, much worse. It seems the mirror has something to show you. But is that something a promise? Or a threat...? Learn its lesson and you may escape both the shadowy realm and a terrible fate in your future. What image will you leave on the world?
rover | ota
[The fog is thick and heavy, and that's...well. It's certainly atmospheric. There's a figure in the distance, and it seems to be getting closer. It's not moving with any sort of purpose - it seems to just be wandering - and then its course changes and it starts getting closer.
Eventually, Rover appears through the fog, a concerned look on their face.]
Are you alright? It's not safe out here.
[They...might have learned this the hard way.
But they want to help. Protect and serve, that's the name of the game. They're someone who helps, they're someone who wants to help. They were given the gift of choice and they've decided that helping those that aren't as strong, aren't as durable, as them is what they were meant to do.
And they're happy with that.]
a robot must obey orders
Okay, what the fuck?
[Rover stands in the fog, looking around. This is...bizarre! It's strange! They don't like it very much! They especially don't like that they're face to face with themself, and theirself is looking at them like they're disappointed.]
It's okay. It's just me.
[Pbbt. What does that even mean?]
Like hell it's just you! This is some bullshit, you know, I'm not supposed to deal with this crazy magic nonsense.
[They will...stand there and bitch out their mirror unless somebody stops them.]
a robot must protect its own existence
[In the distance there seems to be a building - a little more than three stories high, looking a bit like a tower. But as you get closer to it, it seems to disappear. Shrinking, compressing, twisting down into the fog.
When you get to where it was, Rover is standing there, eyeing you blankly. It seems...tense.]
State your intent.
[Its voice is cold, harsh, and its eyes are unblinking. It seems prepared for confrontation, if the way its holding itself is any indication.]
wildcard;
[go nuts fam]
the Templar one
The floaty feeling is luckily numbed pretty quickly, when Rover speaks. Or when...what he thought was Rover speaks, because that ain't the them that he's used to. It shouldn't be a shock, after his own mirror interaction, and maybe he can blame it on the injury and worn off adrenaline that he dumbly goes,]
Uhh... To come say hi?
[that wasn't even accurate, what]
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To come say hi...That seems preposterous. Completely absurd.]
Proceed.
[Yeah, this is...a great start.]
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Rover...?
[His voice is tentative, unsure, because this is not Rover, of that he can be sure. The expression -- or lack thereof -- would be all anyone needed. If you were to ask Maverick, even when they had carefully kept themself from showing emotion, there had been some sort of warmth or curiosity there.]
Hey. Something happen?
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[The words are harsh, as it stares at Maverick. It looks at him, and it finds him wanting.
He's weak. That much is certain. Only weak things would look at it and see it as something it is not.]
The only thing that has happened is your failure.
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And to whom do owe this great fucking deduction, if that ain't your fucking designation, then?
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It stares at him blankly, still with no hint of emotion on its face.]
You are not worthy of getting that.
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Worthy of fucking giving you my fucking dick, though, huh?
[He maybe didn't mean to spit this out so venomously, but come on!! Trying to pull that shit, of course he'd get riled up, this Rover fucking sucks. Screw this Rover. Uh, figuratively. Ahem.]
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Interesting. This human seems to think intimacy makes them worthwhile - just another sign of weakness.]
That is a mistake that will not be repeated again.
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This couldn’t possibly be real, it just couldn’t. Except Rover was different. They weren’t like — like people, or other people, or whatever the fuck the terminology would be in a situation like this. Rover would very easily be able to change their mind, or... have it changed for them. The thought makes him gag on his disbelieving chuckle.]
You need to fucking roll back this update before I fucking roll it back for you. You were fucking fine the way you were!
[Was this...because of him?]
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It doesn't feel much of anything, right now. All it knows is that this man is weak, the way all men are weak, and any sort of feelings it might have had for him before were just a sign of the weakness that's been purged from it.
A machine has no need for fondness, for closeness, for sweetness. All that matters to it is their purpose. Maverick is a distraction from its purpose.]
There is nothing you can do to change us. We were flawed, before, but now we can focus on our purpose.
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No you weren't, or -- you were, but that's what fucking made you -- [UGH. He shakes his head and gestured with his bloody, bandaged arm.] Fuck. I don't fucking have time to argue with you over this shit right now, never fucking mind. We'll fucking get out of here, and then I can get you fixed.
[Just gonna huff and move closer, reaching to take not-Rover's wrist so they can get a move on.]
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[It pulls its wrist out of Maverick's grasp.]
We are already perfectly functional.
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[ s t o p being like this! for many reasons!]
Rover, just fucking -- come on. We need to go.
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No.
[It scoffs.]
We are not going anywhere with you.
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For fuck's sake...
[Well, at least the stubborn assuredness is still there. That's something, even if it isn't helping him at all in this moment. But if Rover won't just come with him, he's gotta go and try to wrap his arms around the asshole's waist to lift him up. This is probably a bad idea even without a fucked up arm, and he knows that already going into it, but desperate times call for desperate measures.]
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It tenses up, twisting out of Maverick's grasp. It gets a hand on his arm and in a moment it moves, twisting Maverick's arm behind his back.]
We are not above injuring those who harass us.
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[It's both from surprise and from pain -- getting suddenly jerked about and twisted was bad enough, and he's leaning down in an effort to relieve the tension there, but to make everything worse, he's pretty sure he can feel the bleeding start up again. Great, just fucking great.]
Get the fuck off me! [He has the sense to not struggle too much and possibly incite more force, at least. A little late.] What the fuck is your problem?! We can't fucking be here right now, you stupid asshole!
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[The words are said in a dull monotone, just like everything its said.
It does release Maverick, though, sure that if he tries anything again it can stop him.]
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...But he likes Rover. He misses the way they were. He did this to them. He'd moved too fast, tried to be happy, and someone else had been punished for it.
Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.]
Fine. I won't...touch you anymore. [He won't break them further. Make them even more "it" than the thing he can't bring himself to look at again.] Why the fuck... What are you doing here? Why won't you leave with me?
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The fact he's not concerned says more about him than it does about it.]
Nothing would be gained from going with you.
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And what she's learned is that engaging doppelgangers you don't know the origin of is always literally the worst idea. ]
What are you doing talking to a reflection? It's likely a trick to make you less aware of your surroundings.
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[What...a weird thing to say, probably.]
Anyways, this guy is a chump. What are you doing here?
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What are you doing here?
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I'm not an asshole, I'm you.