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altimit2023-11-18 01:43 am
trollophoroi) wrote in altimit2023-11-18 01:43 am
Σ Turbulent Distrusting Ice Wall
Who: Fidchell the Prophet and two fateful parties.
What: A prophecy foretold.
When: 11/21, Night
Where: The city formerly known as Lumina Cloth.
Warnings: Mentions of suicidal ideation, violence.
[ Something appears to be afoot in the night-shrouded city of lights, Lumina Cloth. Ever since the fall of Innis and Magus, it has begun to grow colder, and colder, and colder. NPCs begin to glitch in and out of existence as the days crawl along until one day, they are no more, and it begins to snow.
Throughout this entire ordeal, a strange yet familiar figure dressed gaudily in blue and feathery robes can be witnessed watching from a distance.
Everything ices over, the lights flickering out one by one, plunging the entire city into darkness... until... until?
Only after the city has been buried in snow and covered in ice do the lights all snap back on and those who enter the Root Town will discover a horrific sight: Telophoroi Tower has risen high over the frozen landscape at the center of the city, overtaking the rest of the buildings. It is far larger and much more dangerous-looking than before, with more metal, more spikes, and an ominous mist clinging to it from all angles.
There is only one person who could possibly be waiting here.
Approaching the tower will plunge the players into the mist.
Nearly all will find themselves turned around but a few, those lucky few, will find themselves entering the dark, empty halls of the guild @ home once known as Telophoroi. Steps echo, emptiness reigns, no sign of even Cultist Grunty anymore. Those stairs are new, though, and they wind up and up and up towards the very tip-top of the tower.
Do you dare to climb them...? ]
What: A prophecy foretold.
When: 11/21, Night
Where: The city formerly known as Lumina Cloth.
Warnings: Mentions of suicidal ideation, violence.
[ Something appears to be afoot in the night-shrouded city of lights, Lumina Cloth. Ever since the fall of Innis and Magus, it has begun to grow colder, and colder, and colder. NPCs begin to glitch in and out of existence as the days crawl along until one day, they are no more, and it begins to snow.
Throughout this entire ordeal, a strange yet familiar figure dressed gaudily in blue and feathery robes can be witnessed watching from a distance.
Everything ices over, the lights flickering out one by one, plunging the entire city into darkness... until... until?
Only after the city has been buried in snow and covered in ice do the lights all snap back on and those who enter the Root Town will discover a horrific sight: Telophoroi Tower has risen high over the frozen landscape at the center of the city, overtaking the rest of the buildings. It is far larger and much more dangerous-looking than before, with more metal, more spikes, and an ominous mist clinging to it from all angles.
There is only one person who could possibly be waiting here.
Approaching the tower will plunge the players into the mist.
Nearly all will find themselves turned around but a few, those lucky few, will find themselves entering the dark, empty halls of the guild @ home once known as Telophoroi. Steps echo, emptiness reigns, no sign of even Cultist Grunty anymore. Those stairs are new, though, and they wind up and up and up towards the very tip-top of the tower.
Do you dare to climb them...? ]
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That's...
...
Lily?
...
No. Of course it's Lily. Lily's right here, the warmth of her tiny hands against his face, even as his expression starts, blinking off the slight alarm of the change in front of him. Maybe he's just tired. He'd had a pretty rough night. Right? It's like... he can barely remember the dream anymore...
What had woken him up in such a fright, anyway? It feels so distant.
His eyes focus back on his sister, considering.]
Hmmmm... You sure? That's gonna be a lot of pancakes. I don't know if I'm ready to give up being pancake champion.
Do you want to make shapes with the chocolate? We could make some flowers. Or smiley faces.
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[ She drops her hands from Barrett's face and glances toward the kitchen table. ]
But what about that? Shouldn't we finish that first, Bear?
[ Lily points. Should Barrett get to his feet to look, he'll find a disturbingly familiar aspic full of... things... vaguely in the shape of a... old woman? What the...? ]
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[His eyes follow her little finger point, rising to his feet and glancing towards the plate at the table--
...
Oh. He... remembers this. Strange things in strange gelatin, and a face he never really recognized.
It tastes like
like artificial strawberry, a pale imitation of the real thing wrapped in colorful plastic
a feeling, familiar, but not natural
she means nothing to me
He doesn't get any closer to the table, his mouth suddenly going dry.]
Who... made that for us, Lily? Has that been sitting out all night?
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[ Lily trails along after Barrett as he approaches the table and when he asks that, with those encased green olive eyes staring back at him from the table, he'll feel her taking his hand again and giving it a tug. ]
But I know who made it for us! Yep! It was our bestest friend, remember? We have the same name! Remember? You gave it to him! Remember? You trie̘͝d ̡̀tó̹ r̠̚ep͕̼͗̚l̪̃a̧͘c̢̧̠̄̈̀e͎͉̒͘ ̞̘̂̀ḿ̜̬͉̿͘ě͔̝̖̹̎̀̿!̨̮͈̲̍̈́̆̐ Ṛ̌e͉̬̿̚m̺̭̼̍̽̇͋͢êͅm̨̜̯̏̈͑b̭́ḙ̱̳̍̊͐r̍͜?̱̯̯̉̅̿̕͟!̲͇͈̝͗͂͋̓
[ Ah, well. This one seems to have gotten a little too far off the rails. One moment, please. There it is, a glitch in the system, and then the table of clear, the aspic missing, and Lily is still tugging at Barrett's hand, back to normal. ]
C'moooon! Pancakes! Pancakes! We're gonna make pancakes still, right?
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You won't forget about Lily, will you?
So long as she lives on in your heart, she can be brought back here and made whole again.
Why have one when you can have both?
No one looks at a garden and complains that there are too many lilies.
...
His free hand buries against his hair as his head starts to pound. No... no, this isn't... right... something isn't right...
By the time he looks up with a tightened gaze, the odd dish is gone. Emma. Emma? Was that... her name? He learned that once. From...
...
He feels the tug at his hand. His eyes glance down to her, happy. Happy, happy, happy. His stomach drops.]
I...
[He doesn't answer the question. He simply lowers back to the ground, taking her little face between both his hands. She's so small like this. She never got a chance to be anything more than this, and yet he--
...]
Lily. I -- I never, ever wanted to replace you.
He... said it was all a lie. He was never going to bring you back. I don't... understand.
[His head hurts. His heart hurts. But she's here in his hands, despite everything...
Why isn't he happy? Why is his chest filling with so much dread?
The memory of her laughing in a voice that wasn't her own, blood running, neck snapping, and all he felt was agony... that couldn't have just been a nightmare.]
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Is something wrong, Bear? You look sad... Don't you want this? Don't you want me here?
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I love you. I've missed you. So, so much.
[She would have been 15 this year. He wonders, just like he did when he met DV, whether Lily would have liked a place like Fragment. A game like Fragment.
A game. A game. A game.]
I wanted to find some way the rest of the world could see how much you meant to me.
But...
[It's on the tip of his tongue, but he can't bear to say it.
You're not supposed to be here.]
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It appears to be only him and, of course, Fidchell who remain, the latter idly shuffling his cards and gazing down upon Barrett where he lays. A debuff has pinged up for Barrett to see, a deep damage down, named Face Your Fate (Alone). ]
T'would seem my efforts should be towards removing the unfortunate response you have regarding my dear little brother before I try that on you a second time.
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Amon. It was Amon. And they're... they're in the tower, it was all...
He's still coughing for breath as he pushes up onto his elbows.]
He's not... y-your brother...
Wh-- why did you show me something like that?