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abraxaslogs2021-07-11 07:11 pm
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Entry tags:
- !event,
- !npc,
- alina starkov; the hanged man,
- amos burton; the lovers,
- belle; strength,
- coraline finch; the tower,
- eponine thenardier; the hanged man,
- estinien wyrmblood; the hermit,
- geralt of rivia; the hanged man,
- harrowhark nonagesimus; the magician,
- hector; the magician,
- himeka sui; the fool,
- homelander; judgement,
- jaskier; the sun,
- jolie ann harmony; justice,
- jon sims; the high priestess,
- jon snow; the emperor,
- kay faraday; the fool,
- kylo ren; the tower,
- lloyd henreid; the lovers,
- majima goro; the hanged man,
- malyen oretsev; strength,
- michael ralston; death,
- nadine cross; the world,
- phoenix wright; the lovers,
- randall flagg; the tower,
- relena peacecraft; death,
- ronan lynch; the moon,
- sam wilson; justice
EVENT #2 IC POST
Event #2
On July 11th, all of the prisoners and honored guests alike will be marched outside of the castle grounds, to a lightly forested area with a bright blue portal shining in the distance and flanked by a group of four Thornean mages.
"Good afternoon to you all. I suppose this is a little overdue and on that note, I am sorry. There's a lot to get done, and a lot at stake, and I find myself trapped between my duties to the crown and what I owe to you. I thank you all for your patience, save for one individual among you," he says, shooting a glare to Jon Sims, who is heavily guarded to an extent that the other prisoners are not, "But in light of a recent altercation I think it best that you all know what's going on."
"What you're about to see is an ancient artifact known as the Singularity. It has existed, as far as we know, since the dawn of time. Not only is it the source of all magic in this world, it is the life-force which sustains all other universes. If you've ever wondered why our magic seems so terribly powerful compared to yours, or why some of you have no magic at all, it's because the magic in this world sustains the Singularity and the Singularity, in turn, sustains every other universe that has ever existed or will ever exist."
"However, that does not mean that the Singularity in inherently good. It exists, and sustains your universes by random happenstance, not by design. In recent years the Singularity has begun to turn, and weaken, and for the first time in recorded history the amount of observable universes attached to it has decreased in number. If we cannot find a way to harness and re-energize it, we fear it may devour all that is to ensure its own continued existence."
"It is a known fact that we - natives of Abraxas - cannot approach the Singularity ourselves. We would be torn apart in seconds if we tried. People from other worlds have no such limitation. You may get close enough to touch it. So, while you may be upset that we have pulled you from your worlds without permission - an act for which I do apologize, and I truly wish there was a better way - you are here to save not only this world but all worlds. To understand the Singularity, we need you."
"We thank those among you, our honored guests and the prisoners we've chosen to release, who have behaved themselves and even aided us throughout the last few weeks. I caution you against becoming so smitten with our prisoners that it distracts you from what I have just said: for the sake of all universes, we must contain all threats. I've seen a great deal of possibilities, and there are times when even the best of intentions leads to disaster. To those of you who have been welcomed, you are a boon to us and we will accommodate you as much as we can, but you are still guests in this world, unwilling though you might be, and trust needs to be earned. Given your situation we want to treat you all with a certain degree of understanding and offer you some leeway that our own citizens would not receive. That does not, however, mean you have free reign to do whatever you please."
"Case in point, I regret to inform you that an honored guest, Jon Sims, did attack me and use a particularly intrusive form of magic in an attempt to extract confidential information that could have endangered my world and yours. This is considered high treason, and he will be executed by hanging on the twenty-third of August. Good day to you all, and I hope that what you are about to see impresses upon you the gravity of our situation."
Everyone is marched through the portal and when they emerge on the other side, what they'll see is a huge desert with a perfectly circular crater a few miles wide. At he center of the crater is the Singularity, and although it doesn't seem too imposing at this distance a certain power radiates from it. Some of the mages avert their eyes, as if they can't bear to look at it. Some of them seem almost drawn to it and they have to be held back by their fellows to prevent them from crossing the line and being torn apart. Ambrose stares, and though he doesn't approach it there's a certain amount of melancholy in his expression.
The newcomers are allowed to soak in its majesty for only a minute or two before they are yanked forwards and into the crater by something that feels like a rope coming from the inside of their chests. They are at once overwhelmed, and without exception they all black out...
...and awaken in the Horizon, where they will spend the next few weeks without memories of any world but this one, constantly aware of the Singularity and its power.
Ambrose's Speech
"Good afternoon to you all. I suppose this is a little overdue and on that note, I am sorry. There's a lot to get done, and a lot at stake, and I find myself trapped between my duties to the crown and what I owe to you. I thank you all for your patience, save for one individual among you," he says, shooting a glare to Jon Sims, who is heavily guarded to an extent that the other prisoners are not, "But in light of a recent altercation I think it best that you all know what's going on."
"What you're about to see is an ancient artifact known as the Singularity. It has existed, as far as we know, since the dawn of time. Not only is it the source of all magic in this world, it is the life-force which sustains all other universes. If you've ever wondered why our magic seems so terribly powerful compared to yours, or why some of you have no magic at all, it's because the magic in this world sustains the Singularity and the Singularity, in turn, sustains every other universe that has ever existed or will ever exist."
"However, that does not mean that the Singularity in inherently good. It exists, and sustains your universes by random happenstance, not by design. In recent years the Singularity has begun to turn, and weaken, and for the first time in recorded history the amount of observable universes attached to it has decreased in number. If we cannot find a way to harness and re-energize it, we fear it may devour all that is to ensure its own continued existence."
"It is a known fact that we - natives of Abraxas - cannot approach the Singularity ourselves. We would be torn apart in seconds if we tried. People from other worlds have no such limitation. You may get close enough to touch it. So, while you may be upset that we have pulled you from your worlds without permission - an act for which I do apologize, and I truly wish there was a better way - you are here to save not only this world but all worlds. To understand the Singularity, we need you."
"We thank those among you, our honored guests and the prisoners we've chosen to release, who have behaved themselves and even aided us throughout the last few weeks. I caution you against becoming so smitten with our prisoners that it distracts you from what I have just said: for the sake of all universes, we must contain all threats. I've seen a great deal of possibilities, and there are times when even the best of intentions leads to disaster. To those of you who have been welcomed, you are a boon to us and we will accommodate you as much as we can, but you are still guests in this world, unwilling though you might be, and trust needs to be earned. Given your situation we want to treat you all with a certain degree of understanding and offer you some leeway that our own citizens would not receive. That does not, however, mean you have free reign to do whatever you please."
"Case in point, I regret to inform you that an honored guest, Jon Sims, did attack me and use a particularly intrusive form of magic in an attempt to extract confidential information that could have endangered my world and yours. This is considered high treason, and he will be executed by hanging on the twenty-third of August. Good day to you all, and I hope that what you are about to see impresses upon you the gravity of our situation."
The Horizon
Everyone is marched through the portal and when they emerge on the other side, what they'll see is a huge desert with a perfectly circular crater a few miles wide. At he center of the crater is the Singularity, and although it doesn't seem too imposing at this distance a certain power radiates from it. Some of the mages avert their eyes, as if they can't bear to look at it. Some of them seem almost drawn to it and they have to be held back by their fellows to prevent them from crossing the line and being torn apart. Ambrose stares, and though he doesn't approach it there's a certain amount of melancholy in his expression.
The newcomers are allowed to soak in its majesty for only a minute or two before they are yanked forwards and into the crater by something that feels like a rope coming from the inside of their chests. They are at once overwhelmed, and without exception they all black out...
...and awaken in the Horizon, where they will spend the next few weeks without memories of any world but this one, constantly aware of the Singularity and its power.
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That much, Nadine knows. Even without the specific memories of her own life, the fact remains. It's dangerous just to exist, just to be a living thing in the world. The dangers are countless and constant, and so often unseen. But they're out there.
Just not here. She won't let them in.
"But they don't need to know that yet. There's only so much time to be innocent and free...that shouldn't be taken away too soon. They're too little to suffer under that burden. They need to be sheltered."
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Maybe he'll look back on this time and appreciate it when it's just a feeling, not knowledge. Maybe not. He's none the wiser here.
She gets it, though. As weird as all of the white is, he can appreciate it, in a sense. It's opposite to what he's got going on, but they think the same way. Two sides of the same coin.
"They need to be protected." Not sure if he likes the word sheltered. Can you be sheltered again once the shelter caves in on you? Can you be protected again once you've been hurt. He doesn't know the answer to either.
And a question that, as it leaves his lips, he has no idea what it is that compels him to ask: "What do you do when it is taken away too soon? What do you do when you can't protect all of them."
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"There's...no way to get innocence back. Not really. You can just try and help make sense of it. Try and help put back together any broken pieces." But cracks will always remain. "Time doesn't, actually, heal everything. Some things don't heal, not completely. But we can try."
Nadine's face is severe in thought, the ideas so clear and obvious but examples, personal connections, are all lacking. Still. She understands broken things. She understands that innocence ripped away too soon is damaging in a way that's irreparable.
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But shit, he really cares about this. It doesn't make any sense. Amos stays silent, turns back to watching the shadow children play. Why is that laughter sound so foreign to him.
"You end up with something broken anyway." Something, not someone: that's an apt description for him, he figures. He turns back to Nadine, face impassive; tone more curious than flat, but a bitterness running under the surface. "You try, and maybe it's less broken, but it's still broken. That's what I don't get. You try to keep them all safe, that I get. But when you fail. When one gets hurt. You try to fix them, but you can't. What do you do with that?"
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Nadine twists her hands together tightly, an upset bubbling within her that she doesn't quite understand. It hurts and she doesn't know why. There's some ineffable, intangible sadness that this conversation brings, something sharper and closer than simply a sorrow for all the hypothetical lost souls they're discussing.
"It's the ones who never have anyone to help, who never have anyone to look after them...they're the ones who carry all the breaks and cracks into adulthood. I don't think I can help, then. I don't understand other people, but I understand children."
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"I don't understand people either," he says. He doesn't. He's built his own space here that's devoid of life; his interactions with others have been few and far between. He's been content with that. "I don't know how to heal anyone. Or give anyone a chance. Any of that. I don't get what they need. I know I can't give anything to anyone."
Amos' voice is blank, expression the same. He's a shell, an encasement; it's fine by him. Real fucking limiting, though.
He jerks his head in the direction of the playground. "I think I'd try, for them. Nobody else. But for them, that's important."
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She regards him seriously, gray-blue eyes fixed on him as she thinks, tries to take the full measure of him. Another man beneath a heavy burden, carrying a weight within him.
"Or maybe you're the one who needs something. You need to help yourself before you can help anyone else. Maybe you aren't really so different than them, and that's exactly why you've found yourself here."
She sets her hand on the bench between them, palm up and fingers slightly curved, a silent invitation for a small bit of comfort.
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He looks down at her hand, recognition flickering through his expression. It makes sense, for her to offer that to him. It's a motion he thinks he can recall, like some kind of out-of-practice muscle memory, the ghost of its movements dancing along his own fingers. A kind of base level comfort that means absolutely nothing and yet means everything at the same time.
Amos takes Nadine's hand, interlacing their fingers. If it doesn't do anything for him — and he's not entirely convinced it will — maybe it'll do something for her, at least. Give her faith that the ones beyond helping actually aren't.
Even when they are.
He looks away from their hands, sense of touch doing more than enough, back up at the shadow children. As one jerks down the slide, another two flicker along the swings, nothing amiss.
"I think I am them." Not literally. They're hers to watch out for, and he won't dispute that. "Or a part of me is. Since they still need protection." And he doesn't, frame grown long past that time, muscles and bulk prominent under, with his skin.
He tilts his head, asking a question without really asking it. "Don't see what I could need, though. But yeah. That makes sense, why I wanted to come here."
There's not much outside of his own space that makes him inclined to leave it, let alone somewhere where the colours are inverted. Her musings, though. That makes sense, why he'd show up here. He gets that much.