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lifeaftr2018-08-05 08:41 am
savedbyasong) wrote in lifeaftr2018-08-05 08:41 am
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Returning
Who: Shion and Open
What: Shion reappears nine days after he was last seen.
When: 5th August
Where: Islets, ST temple on Enso, Umui
Warnings: Likely some existational stuff. Horror tower talk might happen in Shion and Aster's thread.
Awakening: Closed to Aster
Snow, trees, testing. Finding the place he has been told about. Colours. Vibrant orange, thick greens and yellows. The call of an owl. Other animals in the distance.
The true test is not what he hears or what he sees but what he feels. He closes his eyes and steps forward. He is warm.
He wakes up. The dream had been very vivid. Not a nightmare and that was perhaps what made it stick in his mind. The dream hadn't been good or bad. But it had carried a sense of purpose, he had been going somewhere specific. Somewhere cold. But then he had felt warm.
He shook his head and sat up, he was quickly distracted from all such thoughts by Thalassa, Cobweb and Excalibur clambering onto him, fighting to lick his face, competing for attention.
He got up from the... Nest was probably a more accurate term than bed. Even though they had blankets now. "Hush, you'll wake Aster." He led them to the entrance of the hut to start gathering things to make breakfast. "Honestly you'd think you hadn't seen me in days..."
Around the Story Tellers Temple/ the Information Rock: OTA
Over a week. He had been missing. He couldn't remember anything. Only that strange dream.
But he had missed a whole week. Once he was sure Aster was alright, or as alright as she could be after he had left her, he headed to the Story Tellers Temple.
Once there he could be found standing reading the rock and taking notes in his note book. A lot if information to catch up with.
He was there for a while, making notes, flicking back to previous pages to cross reference things.
Umui: OTA
Despite the warnings Shion returned to Umui. His mind kept drifting to the dream he had had.
Had it been a dream at all? The Story Teller said their worlds were in a state of Suspended Animation. Logically that meant for that week he had also been in such a state. But he remembered in the tower. Fleeting memory of sorting blood splattered blooms in a medical library. His body moving without him controlling it.
Was this like that? Had he really been in a snow covered forest? Try as he might no more memories came. But it was worrying. He made a note to ask others who had disappeared and returned if they had experienced anything similar.
For now he was back on Umui. He didn't go far from the mana pool but he did take some further notes and any people he met were created with a smile and a wave. He had missed new people arriving, so there were some faces he didn't know at all.
What: Shion reappears nine days after he was last seen.
When: 5th August
Where: Islets, ST temple on Enso, Umui
Warnings: Likely some existational stuff. Horror tower talk might happen in Shion and Aster's thread.
Awakening: Closed to Aster
Snow, trees, testing. Finding the place he has been told about. Colours. Vibrant orange, thick greens and yellows. The call of an owl. Other animals in the distance.
The true test is not what he hears or what he sees but what he feels. He closes his eyes and steps forward. He is warm.
He wakes up. The dream had been very vivid. Not a nightmare and that was perhaps what made it stick in his mind. The dream hadn't been good or bad. But it had carried a sense of purpose, he had been going somewhere specific. Somewhere cold. But then he had felt warm.
He shook his head and sat up, he was quickly distracted from all such thoughts by Thalassa, Cobweb and Excalibur clambering onto him, fighting to lick his face, competing for attention.
He got up from the... Nest was probably a more accurate term than bed. Even though they had blankets now. "Hush, you'll wake Aster." He led them to the entrance of the hut to start gathering things to make breakfast. "Honestly you'd think you hadn't seen me in days..."
Around the Story Tellers Temple/ the Information Rock: OTA
Over a week. He had been missing. He couldn't remember anything. Only that strange dream.
But he had missed a whole week. Once he was sure Aster was alright, or as alright as she could be after he had left her, he headed to the Story Tellers Temple.
Once there he could be found standing reading the rock and taking notes in his note book. A lot if information to catch up with.
He was there for a while, making notes, flicking back to previous pages to cross reference things.
Umui: OTA
Despite the warnings Shion returned to Umui. His mind kept drifting to the dream he had had.
Had it been a dream at all? The Story Teller said their worlds were in a state of Suspended Animation. Logically that meant for that week he had also been in such a state. But he remembered in the tower. Fleeting memory of sorting blood splattered blooms in a medical library. His body moving without him controlling it.
Was this like that? Had he really been in a snow covered forest? Try as he might no more memories came. But it was worrying. He made a note to ask others who had disappeared and returned if they had experienced anything similar.
For now he was back on Umui. He didn't go far from the mana pool but he did take some further notes and any people he met were created with a smile and a wave. He had missed new people arriving, so there were some faces he didn't know at all.
umui
[He'd been freaking out, because apparently mortality is very different when you're not in control of what's happening and he was very much not in control of what was currently happening. At any rate, he'd kept trying to call Shion, because there actually weren't that many people he trusted enough to take care of something specific and this was . . . very specific.]
Re: umui
Even if he knows it wasn't his fault he still feels like an awful friend.
Especially added to how much he had worried Aster.] I'm sorry... I only got back this morning. What do you need? [He's stepped closer, his hand reaching out to Ceej's arm. He tries to remember and not randomly grab his hand or hug him.]
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[Lights painting the sky - fireworks? There's explosions, and this should frighten him but no. He reaches up, thinking that he could grab a handful of the colour to -
He's seized with a coughing fit before he can finish voicing his thought. That's been happening since late yesterday, and he knows what's causing it, but he doesn't know how to fix it other than drinking more Fluro. Other than letting it pass.]
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That there were a further nine days he couldn't account for. His smile slipped the moment Ceej started coughing and he closed the gap between them to steady him.] You're sick. You shouldn't be out here.
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[That doesn't set anything off. It's true: dying is okay by him.]
I need you to - I need a copy of the rules from Ai'tuoh. All of them. And I need - I don't have a copy of everything we've found. I - there's an answer. I just need to figure out what it is.
[He's basically using Shion to support himself at this point, because getting to the mana pool from the research facility drained all his energy. God, thus keeps happening to him - feeling weak. He hates being sick, but he's most likely the sickest person and he has a significant portion of the puzzle put together so it's just a matter of putting the rest of it together.]
You write down everything. You're the only person I thought would know.
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He begins moving to the mana pool, half supporting, half dragging Connor.] Aster might still have the rule book but if not... I know them I can write them down for you. [Said as if memorising an entire book of rules from a dystopian society was normal.]
I have most of it written down, I know the rest I can write it down for you. We will figure this out.
[Because Connor doesn't have to spell it out. He's caught the disease that killed everyone on this island. He's caught it and unless they figure put a cure he will die.
Ceej is not allowed to die. Shion throws the flower into the pool and carries Connor through to the islets.]
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[It's a weak protest and he's just . . . so tired. He's tired and he can't actually physically make himself stop Shion from taking him through the mana pool.]
I think I need to take a nap.
[He's so fucking tired.]
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Also if it is... God given then no amount of quarantine will save us. If they want us dead we will die.
[Unless they can find a way to stop it. Shion looks at his friend, concern written all over him.
Connor is tall and heavier than Shion and once they get through the manager pool he still has to drag him over bridges and islets before they get to Shion's hut.
But once they are there he maneuvers Connor onto the nest of leaves and soft grasses and covers him with a blanket.]
You should sleep... [Shion is way too tired himself. Perhaps he was wrong, perhap he hadn't got stronger after all. His hands are shaking, Connor can't die. There has to be something... Something they've missed.] I'll start writing
[He had managed to figure out the science behind the collar fluid in the Tower. How to make their powers real. He had helped figure out a way to reverse the death of hundreds of universes. He was supposed to be a genius, he would figure out a way to save Ceej.
Or else what was he good for? He opened Hus notebook and began writing.]
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Where - [He's still tired - a bone-deep kind of exhaustion that's probably just not gonna go away - and not entirely clear on what happened or how he got to be where he currently is.] What?
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He was almost done but there were still all the findings to write down. Most of them he had written already, there were just a couple that needed added.
His progress had been slowed by a number of coughing fits that he had done his best not to think about. The warmth he had assumed was from his track across the islets dragging Ceej had not abated, the start of a fever. But he had pushed through worse.
When Ceej stirred, properly stirred rather than just tossing in his sleep, and spoke Shion left his work and went over to his side.] Ceej. It's Shion. You're in mine and Aster's hut. You're sick but we're going to find a cure...
[His reassurance might have sounded better if he hadn't broke off in another coughing fit.]
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[The coughing is really what gets him. He can handle being nauseous, but he can't handle the way the coughing makes it feel like his entire body is under siege.]
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He took the bowl over to Connor, pausing half way as a wave of dizziness hit. Still he did not drop any and he returned to Ceej's side arms reaching out to help him sit up.] Here you go.
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[It's probably better to ration it anyway. They're going to need more Fluro, or to find the stupid processing plant that apparently exists, otherwise they might all die.]
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He reached out to pull the notebook to him and hands it over, closing his eyes in the hope it wards off the sickness, he leaned against Connor as he let him read what he had written so far.]
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[Music, writing, connection to gods, and "displays of emotion." That's not a great list to be working backward from, really. Connection to gods had better not be the answer, because that's just gonna go poorly. Writing is similarly - there's no real reason for that to be a reason it does or doesn't spread? But they can keep that in mind for later.]
Music and emotion, mostly.
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Perhaps... Being overemotional. Being dramatic... Being a person... Perhaps it makes it worse. [This makes no scientific sense. But if it is god given... ]
Music, public emotions, holding hands, bright hair colours... Things that draw attention...
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[He's emotional, but not usually overly so.]
I don't have bright hair either.
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Creativity... You... Draw...
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[He trails off, but mostly because he doesn't know where to go from that. What's the opposite of art? What's the opposite of creating?]
. . . So then what's the cure?
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But no... [He shook his head thinking, looking at the rules and back at Connor.]
If that was the cure then they wouldn't fear it so much. They wouldn't send their children to eternal slumber. It's a prevention... So if creating and emotions is the trigger. Refusing emotions... Not being fully alive is the prevention then...
Destruction? [That doesn't seem right either.]
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[There has to be something in here. He knows the answer is in all these pieces of the puzzle, he just can't figure out what the fuck it is.]
What do those have in common?
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They seem almost... As of they've given up. Thinking they will be pretty in full bloom. Lorelli is brave, she still likes flowers.
Her mum told not to cry- attempting the prevention but it's too late. They know it's too late as soon as the first petal blooms.
[There has to be something.] It's not quite learned helplessness but it's close. I don't think they ever found a cure...
So maybe if we just do the opposite of what they did...
umui
Oh, hello there.
[She greets him with a smile all the same.]
Re: umui
Still his smile is friendly.] I haven't seen you in a while. Are you alright?
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Yes... you're from that party, aren't you? I've been meaning to... you know, apologize about that.
[When she found the time/found him.]
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How have you been?