10/29 --- Δ Haggard Traveler’s Reprieve?????

[gluttoning]

Who: ??? & you!
What: Something's starting...
Where: Δ Haggard Traveler’s Reprieve (Twilight Shoreline)
When: Sunday, 10/29
Warnings: Will be added as needed.

( Perhaps intrigued by the mail allegedly sent by CC Corp, perhaps visiting the Shoreline by chance, gating into the Area goes as it always does, until the music stays cut for longer than it should, and the black, liminal transition screen lingers for a little too long. The seconds tick on. They near turn to minutes. You can't struggle, you can't argue— you can only simply be, and it occurs to you that maybe you'll be trapped midway here, conscious, for maybe forever.

And then you hear static. Your vision warps; pixels strain into words, blurred and unstable. You see them combat for your attention; you see— )



( And then you load in. )

( POST NAVIGATION )
( Sign-in Comment (Mandatory) • How to Play • Mechanics

Phase 1 • Round 1 • Round 2 • Round 3 • Round 4 • Round 5 • Round 6

Phase 2 • Round 7 • Round 8 • Round 9 • Round 10 •
Round 11 • Round 12

Epilogue )

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( Mithrun (not Macha, but Mithrun again, at last) is in critical health; a fierce gust of wind could knock him over, and, physically, he looks worn and ragged. He'd just been beaten into his grave and then some, and had his data reoriented back into some version of him. Those healing him and offering him food and potions, though, help his HP tick up— and, thankfully, it does not tick back down. For all the hell he'd been dragged through and for all the hell he'd dragged all of you through, it seems he'll be okay.

Blearily, he opens his eyes. He feels the warmth of the people around him before he really sees them, and he winces; the pain of his body he ignores, but the memories that flood his mind—of reality, of all the things he'd forgotten; of Lily, of his strange time as Macha—overwhelm him, and he near hisses.

He recalls the things he did, the things he felt and said. He recalls Barrett, and his friends, and what had come before all this, before the beta; that quiet apartment, that quiet hospital room, with nobody to talk to, for so, so long.

He recalls Lily's murmuring; he recalls Lily's promises. He recalls the strange moment of infection, and his own aggressive desperation.

And when I break my promise, Lily had said, you won't feel a thing. Not even anger. Not even sadness.

He had been wrong about one thing.

With trembling grip and unsteady body, his hand fans out across the sand. )