Sirens And Camping And Orbs, Oh My

[2b_ornot_2b]

Who: 2B, Beau, Keith, and Shepard
What: The Gang Starts The Apocalypse.
When: August 11th and 12th
Where: Nastrandir E4 and F4
Warnings: everybody in this party got the booty, they do.

Their journey begins at dawn, but doesn't really get interesting until midday. Muddy woodlands prove both difficult to traverse and full of secrets, with tools and minerals to scavange, and an odd structure to inspect.

It's gonna make for great camping in the evening, that's for sure.

The next day is when things truly become interesting. There's ruins to explore, a shadow of what this place may have once been, though that's hardly enough to stop them from attempting to scavenge some more... not that there's much to find.

But hey. At least they find a super creepy orb to chat about, so that's nice and absolutely not set to trigger a worldwide mental breakdown!


[Top level at will my guys, make sure to mark if you're good for brief threadjacks, since we'll all be close by each other!]

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Welcome back!

[thermalwind]

[They’re questions they don’t know the answer to. He turns his gaze on her.] I don’t know.

[He says, choosing honesty. There is nothing he can do to make this better. He has never been good at that and his job has always been to protect when he can.]

All we can do is give it a shot. But we haven’t been here long. We don’t know what defenses are still operational. We might be able to use it to our advantage.

We need more information.

[tenthstreetbred]

[She nods and sighs a bit, shaking her head.]

There is still so much about this place that we don't know about. Not even just this island, but Enso, the Storyteller...

[She looks out to the distance towards the other sirens looming.]

It feels like we're just treating the symptoms, not curing the disease. If that makes sense.

[thermalwind]

Yeah, yeah it does. [He turns away from Shepard to run a hand over his face and look again over the landscape.]

Even during the siege on Chol. It felt like we were just preventing things from getting worse. All I know is some places are sealed from Storyteller. Some of the other deities don't like them. Something broke this world and,

[He spreads his hands apart and makes a frustrated animalistic sounding growl.] I haven't found the answers in two years! Getting really old.

[tenthstreetbred]

Chol... that feels like so long ago, now.

[The islands were so much different. They all had no idea what was coming.]

My fear is that... that the Storyteller is the key to all of this. To the broken world we live in. And they don't even remember.

[Or they don't want to remember.]

I don't know about you but, despite everything that they have done and everything that has happened with them... I still want to protect them. I want to save them, just like I want to save everyone who is here.

[thermalwind]

I do too. I just... [His eyes close and he hangs his head. How long has he been chasing shadows? It would be one thing if he got even one answer but he has none of them. Nothing feels like he has been anywhere closer to getting home.

Sometimes he just wants to roar his fury to the heavens. He buries his face in his hands for a moment and forces it all down. It’s a visible thing, one by one his problems going behind a door. He straightens then sighs, popping his shoulder.] We’ll find it.

Somehow. And yeah, I still want to protect them. But I want the answers. I want to know what this is all about and why. And it will probably hurt.

[tenthstreetbred]

[When he hangs his head she reaches out immediately to put a hand on his shoulder. She knows this look, this body language. You swallow up all the emotions you have to keep pushing on. Because you have to. Because the other option is to collapse under the weight of everything that needs doing and fixing. She grips his shoulder once, reminding him that he's here. She watches as he pulls himself together, hiding her own aching heart at the sight. No one should suffer like this.]

It absolutely will hurt. And I want the answers as well. Just remember you're not alone in that, ok? You've got other people around you who can keep you standing through it all.

[thermalwind]

[The touch of a hand to his shoulder is so grounding his mind goes blissfully blank. He half expects to see a familiar man standing beside him when he raises his head. It hurts when it isn’t.

Shiro is gone. Again. He shoves that ache down. He has learned how to live with it and that knowledge can’t be allowed to break him.] I know. All we have is each other in this place.

[The thought sparks a question.] ...did you notice that every time we find these islands no one knows anything? That doesn’t make sense. You ask about one point in time and they don’t know.

There should be at least a little bit of clues. There’s nothing. As if someone or something erased what was.

[tenthstreetbred]

It is strange, yes.

[It makes her suspicious. It sets her to wondering what could be hidden… or what was erased.]

It’s like you said. Like someone erased it or warped it beyond recognition. But who would benefit from that? Beyond, I suppose, the Storyteller if they’re the one who caused all of this.