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Sipp isn't allowed to dere
Content warnings include the following themes: gun violence, death, slavery, immoral science, child abuse, kidnapping, and plenty of mindfuckery, but probably not all at once
[ You awaken to the smell of metal and ozone. Darkness hangs heavy over everything for several long moments, before light and shapes begin to materialize.
Once your senses return, you realize you’re in the twisted, cavernous fuselage of a wrecked ship -- metal rises above you for what may be miles, exposed pipes and now-useless control panels, and strange bulbs that line the walls as far as the eye can see. Every one of them is at least fifty feet high and fifty feet across, and dimmed in such a way that it may be hard to believe light ever flowed through them.
All save for one, at least. Ahead of you, at the center of the cylindrical cavern, is one bulb in particular, larger than the rest, nestled above a raised platform. This one must be the source of the electrical humming that fills the air around you. ]
[ You feel yourself wrapped in warmth as everything around you seems to fall away. What you’re next aware of is darkness, stretching around you in all directions. The only thing your eyes can detect is a faint light in the distance, and a shimmering, almost imperceptible trail leading to it. The feather on your chest grows warming if you walk towards it.
[he definitely wasn't alone just seconds earlier. he reaches out, groping blindly in the darkness, as though doing so might reveal that there's someone standing next to him after all]
Aoko?
[he pauses, his frown deepening and forehead creasing, and then takes a tentative step towards the light]
[ You feel yourself wrapped in warmth as everything around you seems to fall away. As your senses return, you notice several things: the gritty sand beneath your feet; the smell of fresh air and dust in your nose; the distant sounds of people’s voices; intense heat upon your face, like sunlight.
Your vision returns last, weaving all these pieces together in the process: you find yourself standing on the main street of a dingy Gunsmoke town. Small, squat sandstone buildings line both sides of the road (if you could call it that, as actual pavement is not present), and a large structure looms directly ahead on the horizon: another Plant, this one different in that it’s exposed to the elements, and very clearly responsible for powering the town you see around you. Two suns glint off its glass surface, and a faint trail of shimmering light leads you in that direction.
On a nearby porch, you hear the exchange of two women: “— get it fixed?”
“Do you know how much that costs? We could pool everything we’ve got and it still wouldn’t be enough!”
The first woman’s brow furrows, and she turns to look up the road, at the Plant. “How’re we s’posed to get by without it? This town’ll wither and die, just like the others.” ]
[ You feel yourself wrapped in warmth as everything around you seems to fall away. As your sense return, you realize you’re laying down — and it isn’t comfortable.
The floor is wood, but it looks strange, like no wood you’ve ever seen before. You’re in a small room that appears to be some kind of storage area. There’s a small window on the wall above you, a door in front of you that has a trail of shimmering light leading towards it, and piles upon piles of boxes lining the rest of the walls: family knick-knacks, old pictures, old furniture. Breaking up some of this mundane domesticity are the piles of firearms, guns of every shape and size, grenades, pallets of bullets.
Not only that, but if you investigate, you’ll realize some specific weapons (and outfits) have found their way onto you... ]
[ You feel yourself wrapped in warmth, and everything around you seems to fall away. You awaken to the smell of metal and a low, dull roar that accompanies heavy machinery.
When your eyes catch up, you realize you’re on a ship — if you’re observant, you’ll realize this is what the wreckage from earlier may have looked like before it was destroyed. The room you’re currently in is circular, and looks to be a control room: a variety of monitors and control panels lay around you, as well as an impossible array of buttons, switches, and levers.
From where you stand, a path of shimmering light leads to a heavy set of double doors. ]
[ You find yourself in the first room once more, each of you with a feather around your neck that now glows with a brilliant light. They all communicate one message:
Bring us together.
They begin to lose their shape, coalescing into a single brilliant light —
But before they can truly come together, you feel a sudden chill cut through you from the inside, like a bucket of ice on your heart. The shadows at the edge of the room, grown more brilliant from the feathers’ combined light, begin to shift and coil, gathering together into one semi-familiar shape. Yellow eyes shine out of it, narrowed and seething. ]
Did you think this would be so easy? Did you think a few petty good deeds could drown out the cruelty of generations?
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Content warnings include the following themes: gun violence, death, slavery, immoral science, child abuse, kidnapping, and plenty of mindfuckery, but probably not all at once
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THE WRECKAGE
Once your senses return, you realize you’re in the twisted, cavernous fuselage of a wrecked ship -- metal rises above you for what may be miles, exposed pipes and now-useless control panels, and strange bulbs that line the walls as far as the eye can see. Every one of them is at least fifty feet high and fifty feet across, and dimmed in such a way that it may be hard to believe light ever flowed through them.
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[he definitely wasn't alone just seconds earlier. he reaches out, groping blindly in the darkness, as though doing so might reveal that there's someone standing next to him after all]
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Your vision returns last, weaving all these pieces together in the process: you find yourself standing on the main street of a dingy Gunsmoke town. Small, squat sandstone buildings line both sides of the road (if you could call it that, as actual pavement is not present), and a large structure looms directly ahead on the horizon: another Plant, this one different in that it’s exposed to the elements, and very clearly responsible for powering the town you see around you. Two suns glint off its glass surface, and a faint trail of shimmering light leads you in that direction.
On a nearby porch, you hear the exchange of two women: “— get it fixed?”
“Do you know how much that costs? We could pool everything we’ve got and it still wouldn’t be enough!”
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[what is this desert bullshit]
[gonna wander right up to the couple]
Um... hi there! Is something wrong with the Plant? Is she hurt?
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The floor is wood, but it looks strange, like no wood you’ve ever seen before. You’re in a small room that appears to be some kind of storage area. There’s a small window on the wall above you, a door in front of you that has a trail of shimmering light leading towards it, and piles upon piles of boxes lining the rest of the walls: family knick-knacks, old pictures, old furniture. Breaking up some of this mundane domesticity are the piles of firearms, guns of every shape and size, grenades, pallets of bullets.
Not only that, but if you investigate, you’ll realize some specific weapons (and outfits) have found their way onto you... ]
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When your eyes catch up, you realize you’re on a ship — if you’re observant, you’ll realize this is what the wreckage from earlier may have looked like before it was destroyed. The room you’re currently in is circular, and looks to be a control room: a variety of monitors and control panels lay around you, as well as an impossible array of buttons, switches, and levers.
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This is.....in the past?
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They begin to lose their shape, coalescing into a single brilliant light —
But before they can truly come together, you feel a sudden chill cut through you from the inside, like a bucket of ice on your heart. The shadows at the edge of the room, grown more brilliant from the feathers’ combined light, begin to shift and coil, gathering together into one semi-familiar shape. Yellow eyes shine out of it, narrowed and seething. ]
Did you think this would be so easy? Did you think a few petty good deeds could drown out the cruelty of generations?
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Just gonna heft that axe up.]
Don't make us fight you... You know we don't want to do this.
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