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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?
Are you calling me out for some of my all time favorite songs gosh gosh
Jail's dead. He can't undo that. But...]
Please... give her back. Give her back to us, her friends. That's not too much to ask, is it?
Not on purpose but I'm not sorry.
"You whispered 'where are you', I questioned your doubt- but soon realized you were talking to God now."
wheezes
I'm- I'm not talking to God. I'm talking to you. I'm talking about Jail, my friend. You've done something to her...!
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"I know how bad it must hurt to see me like this- but it gets worse:
[The music shifts abruptly to a different song midsentence, no pause between changing "channels", driving home the point.]
"I'm still here."
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Is this better?
Or worse...?]
Oh god.
...Jail...! I...
[He steps closer, legs feeling numb.]
What happened to you...?
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"Many evils have I enjoyed, prowling the night raising Hell with the boys..."
[Oh, she's not happy about this, not at all. But even past the end of everything, she knows what kind of life she signed up for. Someday, somehow, someone was going to catch her. Every thief's luck runs out eventually.]
[She didn't expect them to be this brutal about it. But she always knew that it wouldn't be pretty, whatever happened.]
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He frowns up at her.]
... What can I do? There's got to be a way to help you.
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[The dial skips faster, moving smoothly from one song to another.]
"But it was just a dream-" "leaving footprints in your mind-" "After tonight I shall end this demon dream!"
[They aren't quite real, she hopes he understands. Might-have-beens and never-weres, brought to temporary life in this place. Maybe it's her madness that gives her this odd self-awareness, lunatic machine god that she is, untethered enough from reality that she can easily accept her lack of it.]
[She's not terribly bothered by the knowledge- Dea Machina's existence isn't exactly a pleasant one, for all that she makes her own fun. There's some relief to knowing it won't last.]
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You've got something in mind already.
[And not a good thing.
He looks down then shakes his head.]
I'm still going to worry about you.
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[Perhaps Hector might know. After all... the voice singing in it is his.]
"To be here with you tonight brings me joy, que alegria..."
[Buenos tardes, buenos noches. Time to say goodbye and goodnight, old friend. You won't be staying here. It was time enough, and you almost made her smile.]
[Perhaps it's a mercy that she doesn't use Remember Me instead... or perhaps it's merely practical, for her.]
[After all, she'd rather he didn't.]
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And yet she found it. It reached her.]
...for this music is my language...
[Flipping through station after station...]
And you were mi familia.
[It's been so, so long since he liked that song of his. He manages a pained smile. He reaches out only to draw his hand back.]
So long, my friend.