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Entry tags:
- !event,
- aloy; the hermit,
- alucard; the hierophant,
- ches fields; the lovers,
- cirilla of cintra; the devil,
- claude von riegan; the wheel of fortune,
- cole cassidy; the hanged man,
- commander shepard; judgement,
- dante; the devil,
- dean winchester; the lovers,
- diana prince; the empress,
- fandaniel; the hanged man,
- geralt of rivia; the hanged man,
- goro; the chariot,
- himeka sui; the fool,
- hythlodaeus; the empress,
- jack townsend; the moon,
- jaskier; the sun,
- jasper; judgement,
- jayce talis; the magician,
- jesper fahey; the wheel of fortune,
- jon snow; the emperor,
- julie lawry; the wheel of fortune,
- kell maresh; the magician,
- lucifer; the devil,
- matt murdock; the tower,
- nadine cross; the world,
- nero (dmc); the chariot,
- peter parker (mcu); strength,
- prince wilhelm; the tower,
- rey; the star,
- rhy maresh; the lovers,
- ronan lynch; the moon,
- sephiroth; the tower,
- stephen strange; death,
- steve rogers; the hierophant,
- sypha belnades; the tower,
- thancred waters; strength,
- thor odinson; the fool,
- viktor; death,
- wanda maximoff; the hanged man
EVENT #8: MÆRE - IC POST (MAIN EVENT)
Event #8 - Mære
Sleep can be a welcome escape from the daily toils of life. No matter one's magical affinity or physical prowess, many succumb to the need eventually. While some find refuge in it, others prefer to avoid sleep for as long as they can, fearing what lurks in the corners. For the latter, perhaps what happens next is just part of their nightly struggle.
Beginning on the night of JUNE 18, characters will be met with unsettling dreams and their worst nightmares. It will build slowly over the course of the following week as manifestations of their deepest fears and regrets make themselves known.
Beginning on the night of JUNE 18, characters will be met with unsettling dreams and their worst nightmares. It will build slowly over the course of the following week as manifestations of their deepest fears and regrets make themselves known.
Night Walk
How does it start? Familiar, perhaps: experienced before or a recognizable concoction of events and feelings. Your old home, a town you've visited, a room you met an old friend in, a corridor where you faced off with a great foe, or a mosaic of the different pieces of your life. You don't yet sense danger. It's safe, you think. Or alternatively: you are consumed immediately by an unsettling feeling, finding yourself in a darkened room you don't recognize, falling endlessly, unable to move, already wounded in the middle of nowhere, or the growl of an animal. Whatever the recreated vista, you slowly get the distinct sense that you are not alone.
As you explore your dreamscape, this sense does not leave you. You may find a shadow looming over you, catch something in the corner of your eye, hear a sound far off in the distance. Wherever you turn, you seem to just miss it. Whether this unsettles you or not will vary, but you will remember this come the morning. If you are one of the lucky ones, it all ends here. Strange dreams are nothing unusual. Those happen now and again. But for many others this is just the beginning.
As you explore your dreamscape, this sense does not leave you. You may find a shadow looming over you, catch something in the corner of your eye, hear a sound far off in the distance. Wherever you turn, you seem to just miss it. Whether this unsettles you or not will vary, but you will remember this come the morning. If you are one of the lucky ones, it all ends here. Strange dreams are nothing unusual. Those happen now and again. But for many others this is just the beginning.
The Entity
If you are among those less fortunate, you will find yourself plunged into the same dream. It may not be the next night. Perhaps it happens later, when you're napping in the afternoon, or a few nights afterwards when you've already forgotten all about it. Regardless, it returns to you. The stage might be different, the details shifted, but the feeling of something watching remains. In your absence, it only seems to have grown. Each time you return to this singular dream world, its presence grows ever stronger. Oppressive, suffocating, you know you are being hunted.
When you finally see it, you know exactly what it is. The Entity that hunts you is born out of your subconscious itself, your deepest fears and traumas given form. A twisted manifestation of unshakeable guilt, a creature or foe you have fought with once before, a person you may have loved so dearly now turned against you - the sight of it chills your blood and you know in your heart that it is here for you.
When you finally see it, you know exactly what it is. The Entity that hunts you is born out of your subconscious itself, your deepest fears and traumas given form. A twisted manifestation of unshakeable guilt, a creature or foe you have fought with once before, a person you may have loved so dearly now turned against you - the sight of it chills your blood and you know in your heart that it is here for you.
The Guest
Should fate twist further, you might not be the only one. Instead, you'll find other Summoned with you. They might also be running from a presence of their own or maybe they're merely unlucky enough to have fallen into the path of yours. Whatever it is, they too will bear witness to that which haunts you - or you will see what haunts them, as well. Your respective dreamscapes might meld together, shift and change, or one might take over the other completely.
Though it's likely you won't realize you're trapped inside a dream, that doesn't mean you can't fight back. Gather your courage to face down your fears or try to help those you find yourself in the company of - you might just find your surroundings steadily shifting in your favor. A weapon here, a pathway opening there, a wooden door that transforms into steel. Be careful, though: should your awareness grow that things aren't real, the world will try to consume those thoughts and you within it, twisting things further in an attempt to make you forget that you're dreaming.
Though it's likely you won't realize you're trapped inside a dream, that doesn't mean you can't fight back. Gather your courage to face down your fears or try to help those you find yourself in the company of - you might just find your surroundings steadily shifting in your favor. A weapon here, a pathway opening there, a wooden door that transforms into steel. Be careful, though: should your awareness grow that things aren't real, the world will try to consume those thoughts and you within it, twisting things further in an attempt to make you forget that you're dreaming.
The Imprint
Luckily, you do eventually wake - unsettled, damp with sweat, but at least you're safe. It was only a dream, wasn't it? For some, that might be the case. For others, you'll start to hear the sounds of the dream in the waking world, glimpse the shadow of the Entity in a reflection, feel a breath against your neck. Marks or injuries might also follow you into the physical world: dirt staining your palms from where you fell, a cut from where you were struck, dampness in your hair from the rain. These occurrences could be obvious, but they might also be so minor you feel like your mind is playing tricks.
Still - what if it isn't merely a dream? As the week goes on, whether you experience the phenomenon for yourself or not, you'll most certainly hear of it happening to your friends, loved ones, neighbors. Word reaches you of fellow Summoned being stalked from the shadows, waking up with injuries they shouldn't have, possibly even suffering a near-fatal wound in their sleep. Clearly, there's more to this than uneasy visions in the night.
Still - what if it isn't merely a dream? As the week goes on, whether you experience the phenomenon for yourself or not, you'll most certainly hear of it happening to your friends, loved ones, neighbors. Word reaches you of fellow Summoned being stalked from the shadows, waking up with injuries they shouldn't have, possibly even suffering a near-fatal wound in their sleep. Clearly, there's more to this than uneasy visions in the night.
The Factions
While it is each Summoned who is the focus of their Entity's ire, they are not the only ones who seem aware of its movements. The factions will soon approach each Summoned with an offer: work with them to help contain the threat and aid the suffering of you and your friends - but the one thing they cannot explain is how they have come to know about the existence of the Entity.
Will you take the offer and try to convince your fellow Summoned this is a vital path to take? Or will your mistrust of those in power have you not only refusing, but trying to prevent others from making what you believe is a mistake?
The choice is yours, but the decision might impact more than just you this time.
Will you take the offer and try to convince your fellow Summoned this is a vital path to take? Or will your mistrust of those in power have you not only refusing, but trying to prevent others from making what you believe is a mistake?
The choice is yours, but the decision might impact more than just you this time.
A separate log located here will detail the reaction of the factions and so forth. You can tag in under the specific heading for each faction.
To thread out any arguments or conflict prior to participating, please do so in this event post. The IC Faction Intervention log should be only for those actively participating in the full process.
To thread out any arguments or conflict prior to participating, please do so in this event post. The IC Faction Intervention log should be only for those actively participating in the full process.
The Horizon
When dreams are no longer an escape, desperate souls might turn to the Horizon for safety - though they may remember that, previously, the Horizon was not safe at all.
It Follows
At first, the same doesn't seem to hold true. Things are quiet in the Horizon. There is no need for sleep or dreams here. You have full control over what's formed inside your domain. However, it doesn't take long for the remnants of that horrible dream to seep into your sanctuary. A field you grew may start to turn dark, becoming nightmarish corridors. Maybe the tower you placed so carefully begins to crumble, or perhaps the reflection you see of yourself in a lake isn't you at all. You will find that despite your best efforts, your Entity has followed you into Horizon and is corrupting your domain with it.
As menacing as the presence may be, the Entity will not be able to destroy other's domains. Within yours, though, it may twist the design to varying degrees, ruining carefully laid paths, staining blood on your walls, darkening what is most important to you no matter how much you might try to change it back. Conversely, its hold may only be strong enough to be a shadow in the corner of your eye. It all depends on the strength of your nightmares and how deeply its affected your mind.
Nonetheless, the message is clear: dreams are born of your mind and your mind is what the Horizon is formed from.
As menacing as the presence may be, the Entity will not be able to destroy other's domains. Within yours, though, it may twist the design to varying degrees, ruining carefully laid paths, staining blood on your walls, darkening what is most important to you no matter how much you might try to change it back. Conversely, its hold may only be strong enough to be a shadow in the corner of your eye. It all depends on the strength of your nightmares and how deeply its affected your mind.
Nonetheless, the message is clear: dreams are born of your mind and your mind is what the Horizon is formed from.
The Looking Glass
Whether you see the manifestation of your Entity in full or whether your domain is barely affected by its presence, all who enter the Horizon during the course of the week will find that they are once again plagued by a flash of a vision.
This is nothing like the glimpses into another's past, however. There are no headaches, no recognizable faces. This time, the vision will flicker in and out of focus like an old television trying to find the right signal, staticky and not quite clear at first. The flashes are brief, lasting only mere seconds, if that. In fact, at first, one might even mistake it for a trick of the mind. For some, this may be all they see. For others, it may return in another burst the next time they enter the Horizon, becoming clearer each time. It might appear as soon as you step in, or it might take an hour, two.
What you see will not be anything familiar. The scene itself will never change. It is a soundless meteoric picture. You may glimpse heavy winds stirring some sand, but you will not feel it on your skin nor hear the wind. You may see a flicker of the sea, but you will not smell the sea salt nor hear the crashing waves. All in all, this image which appears to you is abstract, strange, and impossible to understand in their absurdity - except for one part: the appearance of a single Arcana sign.
Intriguingly, this sign likely does not match your own. It might not even match anyone you know at all. It is an undeniable fixture, though, appearing emblazoned on the scene somewhere, not always in the same place, but always present: seared into the ground, carved on stone, scrawled on a page.
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This is nothing like the glimpses into another's past, however. There are no headaches, no recognizable faces. This time, the vision will flicker in and out of focus like an old television trying to find the right signal, staticky and not quite clear at first. The flashes are brief, lasting only mere seconds, if that. In fact, at first, one might even mistake it for a trick of the mind. For some, this may be all they see. For others, it may return in another burst the next time they enter the Horizon, becoming clearer each time. It might appear as soon as you step in, or it might take an hour, two.
What you see will not be anything familiar. The scene itself will never change. It is a soundless meteoric picture. You may glimpse heavy winds stirring some sand, but you will not feel it on your skin nor hear the wind. You may see a flicker of the sea, but you will not smell the sea salt nor hear the crashing waves. All in all, this image which appears to you is abstract, strange, and impossible to understand in their absurdity - except for one part: the appearance of a single Arcana sign.
Intriguingly, this sign likely does not match your own. It might not even match anyone you know at all. It is an undeniable fixture, though, appearing emblazoned on the scene somewhere, not always in the same place, but always present: seared into the ground, carved on stone, scrawled on a page.
The six available images are below and each one is labeled with the Arcana sign your character will notice when they glimpse the scene. Choose any image you like, but only one may be selected. Characters do not need to be experiencing nightmares or the Entity to see these images.
As noted, the Arcanum on the image itself does not need to match your character's. At this time, there are no real details on what the Arcanum itself means or why it's appeared, though the possibilities are endless. Everyone in Abraxas possesses one, after all.
If you want to be surprised and assigned an image at random, comment here and we will do so for you!
As noted, the Arcanum on the image itself does not need to match your character's. At this time, there are no real details on what the Arcanum itself means or why it's appeared, though the possibilities are endless. Everyone in Abraxas possesses one, after all.
If you want to be surprised and assigned an image at random, comment here and we will do so for you!
( nighttime walking )
his sudden arrival to this place means he hasn't managed to find a cane to sweep in front of him or a pair of glasses to cover his unfocused eyes but he can still hear and what he hears is someone coming at him from the opposite direction, close enough to his same path that he sidesteps a bit to make sure they don't run into each other.
he's nodding when the other man asks a question and matt laughs dryly. )
Yeah, me too. Thought I should keep busy if I wasn't going to sleep.
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[ Said with slightly more cheer after that confirmation they're in the same boat of being out and roaming because - what else is there to do while most everyone else is either asleep or headed that way? Not that it's actual delight, of course; Claude's not quite so callous to wish this current sleepless predicament on anyone. Especially not with the nightmares involved.
He'd been turning over his latest one in his mind on tonight's loops around some main and side streets he's recently been down in attempt to better commit them to memory, though coming across another Summoned was basically a mandatory request to stop and chat for a bit. Or keep moving around, who knows. ]
Which happens to be most nights aside from just the ones where... [ Well. No point really in elaborating when they've already established this latest pattern. Instead, he looks over at his new companion curiously. ] Anyway. Being up late a habit of yours, too?
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( usually, if he was up late, he was working on some sort of case or bashing someone's head into a wall. tonight, he's doing neither of those and he's somewhat at loose ends. he doesn't know what to do and how to really deal with just...walking.
it feels like he's missing out on something or he's failing someone by being stationary. )
Typically, I'm not just aimlessly wandering around or sitting here with my thoughts but I've gotten used to not getting a lot of sleep. Not sure that's a good thing but it's a thing.
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[ Not that's he's really complaining; it's had some benefits in added time to take in Cadens at different hours and get to know different people while he does. Being up into the early hours of the morning usually means added time to think with less distracted, though now it also means time for his mind to dwell on those dreams he'd rather not. If the other man is feeling slightly like this particular insomnia is a double-edged sword, Claude can relate to that.
Avoiding the heat that's a frequent part of the day while the sun's up is another plus. Tonight's still on the warmer side, what with the streets holding in plenty of the sunlight even this late, so Claude contemplates his options for a moment with a glance around the corner they're standing on. ]
If you're up for some company, I was out doing a little exploring to pass the time since I haven't been here that long so you're welcome to join. No worries if you'd rather not. Oh, and I'm Claude, by the way. Nice to meet you.
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( at claude's invitation, he pushes himself to his feet, twisting his neck back and forth to work out some tense muscles. he's quiet for a second, listening to a conversation or two that's far off in the distance and the sound of a breeze ruffling some nearby leaves. there's noise but it's different than what he's used to. the sounds of a city but not the city that he's been listening to for all his life.
he feels off balance and on his back foot and he hates that feeling. but, there's nothing to be done about it other than adjust so, at claude's invitation, he nods. )
I just got here myself. Well, not just now but I'm sure you know what I mean since it seems like everyone gets that kind of arrival from what I've picked up. It's been a little bit of time but not enough for me to know what's going on. Exploration would probably be good.
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[ Maybe any god from any religion, at this point, since coming from one world where he'd learned to stack the deck in his favor only to suddenly arrive in Abraxas and have to start over... it feels, jokingly, like some kind of divine retribution. Though Claude's always been one for casual blasphemy no matter where or what the religion in question is, he's half wondering if it's less a joke than the truth based on recent events. ]
I do know what you mean, though. Feels a lot like if you don't take their offer of enlisting then you're just on your own to figure things out.
[ Once Matt seems ready to go, Claude falls in step beside him. ]
Anyway, if it's nothing too difficult to talk about and feel free to change the subject if it is - what's life like where you're from?
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( that's what they say, at least, and he has no reason to not believe that. he's seen plenty of evidence, bore the brunt of that evidence but his faith continues to remain as solid as it can be.
but god is vengeful and angry and unafraid to cause pain. he doesn't think a lot of people understand that. he sighs and shakes his head. )
Uh, I'm from a place called Hell's Kitchen. The name is...pretty descriptive of what it's like. It's not actually Hell though but I've heard plenty of people compare it to that in casual conversation.
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[ He's kidding and says it breezily enough to make it clear he's at least certain Matt doesn't reside in a kitchen here, there, or anywhere. Mostly because he's a little lost on the context of what Hell is, at least in the sense of someone saying they're from there but also not really. Claude does note that the way god was said in response to religion and vengeful deities placing them in Abraxas sounded like it was God with a capital G, which is a contrast to Fodlan's Goddess... or maybe another name for the same concept.
That's probably a topic for another time, though. ]
I've gotten the impression where I'm from is... [ he pauses, considers what the best way to put it might be - ] maybe behind the times compared to where others are from. Including here, which has been one more adjustment on top of everything else. That the same for you as well?
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( hot and crowded, stuffed to the limit with people and things that tended to combine to make it a combustible environment. it wasn't an easy place to live but he couldn't imagine being anywhere else.
which was why he was having some issues with this whole thing. )
This place is actually familiar. Well, it's familiar in what I've managed to figure out so far. Some things are different but a lot of things are pretty much the same. Behind the times? How so?
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But as for being behind the times...
[ Claude hesitates for a second, mostly because there's so many differences even if Cadens is similar in lots of ways he finds oddly comforting to where he's not sure where to start. Then again, maybe just tossing some details out there is the way to go. ]
I learned what a truck was from a guy in the Horizon the other day, and I wouldn't even know how to begin explaining what it is to one of my friends if they couldn't also see it for themselves. Transportation is usually horses and wagons or on foot when it comes to something like marching with an army, or with pegasi or wyverns if you're fortunate to have access to them. To say the least, it takes a while to get anywhere.
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( born and raised in in hell's kitchen with no plans to go anywhere. the closest he's gotten to a desert is reading about them and seeing them in movies. they don't look all too comfortable and he's never been a fan of sand anyway. it just gets everywhere. it's about as bad as glitter. )
Ah. So yeah, you're pretty behind the technology that I'm aware of and that I think is pretty present here. We don't have pegasi or wyverns or anything like that where I'm from. Well, besides in movies but that's all fiction. Though, I guess it's not.
( he doesn't babble but he can feel that he's on the edge of it with all the changes and differences that he's running into here. )
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[ Which, coming from somewhere where monsters are a thing one can encounter in the wild, Claude sees no reason to disbelieve immediately - though he'd rather confirm it with someone else, too. Just for good measure. ]
You're not the first person to tell me that wyverns and pegasi both don't exist where you're from. I've always taken them for granted, or wyverns mostly since I grew up more around them more than pegasi.
[ And because he's never one to discourage anyone from rambling (himself included) - ]
If you don't mind me asking, and not just because I'm nosy, what kinds of technology are common where you're from?
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( that wasn't too invasive and, even if it was, matt knows how to lie well enough that he could say something and have it sound like the truth. he was a lawyer for a reason. he was a lawyer for a lot of reasons but one of those was that he could talk.
he walks a bit and finally says: )
I think cars would be the closest comparison to what you've described. The pegasi, those are how you travel from place to place? We use cars for that. Buses, trucks, things like that. They're all variations on the same thing.
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[ Something else he's ascertained other societies and/or worlds don't have a problem with - up to and including having to march any kind of armed forces somewhere. Or that the armies they have don't function in quite such an on the ground way, or that they don't have them at all. He's hoping it's the latter for Matt's world. ]
Traveling your way sounds a lot more convenient in just about every way, though. Other than flying about the closest thing we'd have next is a Warp spell where a mage can cast it to send someone somewhere else, but even that has limitations in that it's usually relatively nearby like sending someone from one side of Cadens to the other, more or less. Plus it feels pretty strange to suddenly be somewhere else, so I can't say I enjoy when it's been used on me. [ A beat - ] Not unlike showing up here, really.
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( he's not unfamiliar though it's something that he's distant from. magic exists, he's willing to admit that, but he that's about where it's going to stay. he'll admit it exists, admit that it can help but it's not for him.
still, that begs the question now of: )
Does that mean you can use magic? Is there something about this place that mutes it or anything like that?
( his own abilities are still there, he can tell, though he's been slower on pinpointing things because this place is so unfamiliar. )
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[ Something potentially being in Abraxas there to dial it down or mute it - that's an interesting thought he'll have to consider since it seems like the Free Cities isn't all that interested in the type of magic he knows. As they turn a corner down a different street, Claude glances in Matt's direction curiously. ]
I haven't tried casting anything recently mostly because I haven't had a need to and I'm a little rusty anyway, but now I'm curious. Are you asking about a block because you've noticed something going on with yours?
[ Assuming Matt also knows magic, that is, or maybe he's making a wrong guess. ]
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( he's never really considered what to call himself. enhanced? superpowered? it never seems to fit when he thinks about it so he just ignores the question and carries on. he does what he does with what he can and that's the best explanation he has. )
I can't see but that's something that's been with me since I was a kid so it's not like this place was going to change that. But it hasn't made it worse either.
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[ Claude's also going to use that as a slight segue now that they've been chatting for a decent while and established what's hopefully enough of a rapport that what he's about to ask won't seem too suspicious. Or like it's fishing for too many details not ready to be shared, since that his question went unanswered didn't go unnoticed. Mostly, it's just his own curiosity since it's something he's been waiting to casually ("casually") pose to each Summoned he's come across so far. ]
What do you make of being here without a way to... get to anywhere else around Abraxas? Or even a way home, I guess.
[ And as a show of good faith, he'll add his own thoughts first in case that does sound too much like prying for questionable purposes: ] Seems kinda ominous to me. That on top of everything else going on doesn't really inspire a lot of confidence, not that we have much choice about anything.
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( matt definitely doesn't mind that segue because he'd be lying if he said it wasn't on his mind. it was. ever since realization had settled in and he realized that this wasn't a dream that he was going to wake up from, he'd had questions.
but he'd had no idea where to direct those questions so he's glad )
I don't want to call it a prison because it's not a prison. But I don't know, it doesn't feel right. I don't like that choice being taken away from me.
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[ It's a relief to find that Matt's on the same page about this, even if Claude had been the one to kick that door open to asking. Enough that he heaves a slight, intended to be inaudible sigh over that confirmation he's not the only one thinking so. Even if they can't do anything about it, there's still comfort knowing someone else finds everything about this suspicious. ]
And I wouldn't be terribly surprised if we're being watched by our benevolent hosts either. Mostly because I know it'd what I'd do if I were in charge since you learn more that way than by asking someone directly.
[ Speaking from definite firsthand and personal experience, which only adds to his confidence about that surveillance. ]
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( matt hasn't had a lot of time to ask people what they think of this place and what it's doing with them here. he hasn't met enough people to really gauge if the feeling of being in some kind of prison is a common one or not. he hasn't noticed any outright rebellion so obviously people aren't that upset.
it still makes him antsy, like he's being controlled since he's been put in one place, twisted around, and then made to do what this place wants him to do in this place. maybe there's no exact map of what to do but he still feels like he doesn't have a choice in some matters. )
Do you know anything about our hosts? Heard anything about them?
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[ He's kidding, kind of, but he had bothered them quite a bit so it wouldn't be too surprising to find out the answer was a combination of both. ]
From what I've gathered, the Free Cities doesn't like Thorne very much and the feeling is mutual. I'm guessing that's part of why they wanted us around: to bulk up the military for however they plan on using us. There's also Solvunn, but I'm not sure how they factor into anything just yet.
What about you, have you heard anything?
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( well, that's not entirely true. he just hasn't heard as much as he would have liked to. )
Except — I've heard about the Singularity. Have you heard about that? It sounds way too science fiction to be true but the people I've talked to insist it's something that can be reached only by those of us that have shown up here from other worlds.
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[ Science fiction as a description mostly went over Claude's head, but from context he's guessing that's what Matt means. It sounds like something that should be fictional, and if he hadn't just lived through events that were stranger than fiction himself he might be a little more skeptical about it all. But what's one more weird timeline to live through? ]
I hadn't heard that we're the only ones that can reach it, though. [ Claude goes silent to turn that over for a bit before continuing. ] It'd explain why there was less information in the library about it than I'd assumed there'd be. I wonder if they're counting on us to tell them more about it, somehow? Like maybe besides recruiting potential soldiers they want us to serve as... I'll say researchers since it's kinder than saying they want us to be part of some experiment, but the latter might still be likely.
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( he knows that human experimentation occurs and while he's never been subject to it, it's still one of those things that sticks in his gut and twists him up when he does hear about it. people have enough issues already and they shouldn't have to worry about someone messing around and tinkering with him just to see what happens. )
Though, I'm not sure if I'm ready to be some kind of recruited soldier either.
( he fights and he'll continue to fight but he does it for his own reasons, not anyone else's. )
What kind of things did your research find?
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