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[ Yuri gives Throne's hand a little squeeze. ]
Okay. I will do all I can.
[ ... ]
Ah, Throne. This might be overdue, but Scien told me to get in contact with you a while ago. Many things were happening, so I didn't have a chance to properly ask... He said something about "ghosts of the past Eudora crew".
Okay. I will do all I can.
[ ... ]
Ah, Throne. This might be overdue, but Scien told me to get in contact with you a while ago. Many things were happening, so I didn't have a chance to properly ask... He said something about "ghosts of the past Eudora crew".
[a little smile, and then:]
Oh - yes. [she shifts.] The people mentioned in the datapads that we have been finding - the previous crew - are with our dead, as far as I can tell. I'm unsure how to speak with them, or if it's important to do so... but they are there.
Wherever it is, there are a lot of rats who bring gifts, and the walls are made of flesh.
Oh - yes. [she shifts.] The people mentioned in the datapads that we have been finding - the previous crew - are with our dead, as far as I can tell. I'm unsure how to speak with them, or if it's important to do so... but they are there.
Wherever it is, there are a lot of rats who bring gifts, and the walls are made of flesh.
[ Rats again... her hands hurt all of a sudden. ]
Thank you. I'm sorry... that must have been uncomfortable.
Thank you. I'm sorry... that must have been uncomfortable.
Talking about... such things.
[ Flesh walls and rats. ]
The rats seem to be a common theme.
[ Flesh walls and rats. ]
The rats seem to be a common theme.
Oh, um... yes.
[ She feels a little embarrassed, but it's a good step in the right direction so that she's not full of MISERY. ]
I can only wonder whose idea that was...
[ She feels a little embarrassed, but it's a good step in the right direction so that she's not full of MISERY. ]
I can only wonder whose idea that was...
[AT LEAST IT'S NOT JUST MISERY we take those]
Good question. You can always write them an angry letter demanding they tell you. [this is a joke, judging by the way she's trying to not smile.] ... I'm sure they didn't intend for it. The dead worry for us quite a bit, I think.
Good question. You can always write them an angry letter demanding they tell you. [this is a joke, judging by the way she's trying to not smile.] ... I'm sure they didn't intend for it. The dead worry for us quite a bit, I think.
Yes. I'm aware that things may get scrambled when they try to make it to us.
[ Polyamory bird... ]
It... still feels surreal, to refer to the deceased as someone we can communicate with.
[ Polyamory bird... ]
It... still feels surreal, to refer to the deceased as someone we can communicate with.
... Yes. No matter what, we still need to keep moving eventually. But... we'll be rewarded. We have to.
[ She squeezes her hand for a moment. ]
[ She squeezes her hand for a moment. ]
[standing in the church today, staring at the stained glass.
the glass shifts and moves, glitters with the reflection. holy light shines down on the pews, burning a neat hole through one of them, and - catching fire, crawling across the wood, staining the metal black with soot. there's the sound of a knife clanging off of a surface, a thud. and a man in a white cassock stands with his staff pointed out, staring down a woman in purple. holding out his hand, it's alright, it's okay, he says, and then, without warning, there's the sound of metal through flesh, and the white cassock drips red, gathers crimson where his heart should be.
and for a moment, it almost feels true. for a moment, she reaches up to hold her collar, pulling it away from her neck so far it looks like it might snap.]
the glass shifts and moves, glitters with the reflection. holy light shines down on the pews, burning a neat hole through one of them, and - catching fire, crawling across the wood, staining the metal black with soot. there's the sound of a knife clanging off of a surface, a thud. and a man in a white cassock stands with his staff pointed out, staring down a woman in purple. holding out his hand, it's alright, it's okay, he says, and then, without warning, there's the sound of metal through flesh, and the white cassock drips red, gathers crimson where his heart should be.
and for a moment, it almost feels true. for a moment, she reaches up to hold her collar, pulling it away from her neck so far it looks like it might snap.]
[ This is just another vision, Yuri thinks desperately to herself as she watches Throne drive that knife into Temenos. There's no way she could, or would, for that matter. It doesn't matter what she thinks though, since the scene before her isn't going away. ]
... Throne...?
... Throne...?
... Throne.
[ Yuri has her practice sword with her, as if it'll do anything for her, but she slowly walks inside the church. This is another vision. The dead Temenos is fake and Throne will disappear after she touches any part of her, is what Yuri keeps thinking to herself. ]
Does it hurt...?
[ Her heart? Maybe the occasional feeling of phantom pain from her missing organic limb? ]
[ Yuri has her practice sword with her, as if it'll do anything for her, but she slowly walks inside the church. This is another vision. The dead Temenos is fake and Throne will disappear after she touches any part of her, is what Yuri keeps thinking to herself. ]
Does it hurt...?
[ Her heart? Maybe the occasional feeling of phantom pain from her missing organic limb? ]
... Dead? You killed him, Throne.
[ She'll just say it. Yuri tries to get closer. ]
[ She'll just say it. Yuri tries to get closer. ]
[ You know what? That only makes her walk faster up to Throne. She's careful, but she'll try to disarm Throne by swinging her practice sword at her wrist that holds the knife. ]
[fair! i rolled an 8 so this means that today i will not show up to trial with a stab wound hooray
she's disoriented enough that the sword whacks her wrist just exactly at the right angle, and she drops the knife - the fight goes out of her entirely. she just stands there, staring, as behind her the vision of a crumpled body in a white-red cloak fizzles out of view.
you killed temenos. the end. nothing else to do but die for it.]
she's disoriented enough that the sword whacks her wrist just exactly at the right angle, and she drops the knife - the fight goes out of her entirely. she just stands there, staring, as behind her the vision of a crumpled body in a white-red cloak fizzles out of view.
you killed temenos. the end. nothing else to do but die for it.]
[ screams
Yuri puts her practice sword down as she sees Temenos's body fade and pulls Throne close for a hug. It will be very tight, but not to the point of crushing. She doesn't want Throne to struggle too much, even if the fight seems to have left her. ]
... But it's not real, Throne. It's not real. This... is just an awful dream. You'll wake up soon.
Yuri puts her practice sword down as she sees Temenos's body fade and pulls Throne close for a hug. It will be very tight, but not to the point of crushing. She doesn't want Throne to struggle too much, even if the fight seems to have left her. ]
... But it's not real, Throne. It's not real. This... is just an awful dream. You'll wake up soon.
[ They are in the Machine in the concourse.
... Is someone here?
There is a large, thrumming device that greets you when you go through the doors. Surrounding it, is a vat of indiscernible hot liquid that steams up with the scent of rust and rot. Sometimes, in the liquid, you can see it, visions of your loved ones, frozen in time, though sometimes if you gaze too long they will begin to move, doing whatever it is you recall them doing with their days. If you try and reach for them, they seem too far away for you to grasp, but if you fall into the liquid, well, you should probably get out quick. It's hot. And red. And unpleasant.This is after the eclipse and everything, so Yuri is carefully exploring her surroundings with the invisible respirator over her mouth and nose. ]
... Is someone here?
[the respirator is such a good idea, actually. unfortunately throné is bad at using technology, so she's in here with a scarf tied around her face, staring down into the liquid.
she's at the edge of it, crouched, expression distant. but when she hears yuri's voice, she glances up.]
... Oh, Yuri. [hello! what's up, are we enjoying the horrible blool on this eclipse monday.]
she's at the edge of it, crouched, expression distant. but when she hears yuri's voice, she glances up.]
... Oh, Yuri. [hello! what's up, are we enjoying the horrible blool on this eclipse monday.]
[ Enjoying the blool on this eclipse Monday! Yuri takes out a gas mask from her bag and holds it out to Throne. ]
Here you go. I think this could help...
Here you go. I think this could help...
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