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Entry tags:
- -log,
- adam parris ⧓ olin vale,
- allison hargreeves ⧓ krakoa,
- anathema device ⧓ olin vale,
- askeladd ⧒ eden,
- azure ⧓ seekers of the new dawn,
- beckett mariner ⧓ twin cities,
- caspar von bergliez ⧓ eden,
- cecelia ardenbury ⧓ olin vale,
- count dooku ⧓ the white tower,
- dabi ⋈ twin cities,
- darin altway ⧓ empire of light,
- darth jadus ⧓ empire of light,
- david alleyne ⧓ krakoa,
- edelgard ⧓ eden,
- emet-selch ⧒ northwestern imperium,
- felicity smoak ⧒ equality before law,
- finn onaru ⧒ the white tower,
- fuu hououji ⧓ eden,
- gladion ⧒ krakoa,
- harrowhark nonagesimus ⋈ sanctum aurorae,
- himiko toga ⋈ twin cities,
- jane foster ⧒ krakoa,
- jane porter ⧓ krakoa,
- jin bubaigawara ⧒ twin cities,
- joseph kavinsky ⧓ the white tower,
- josh foley ⧓ krakoa,
- judd lauren ⧓ krakoa,
- katie 'pidge' holt ⧒ empire of light,
- katsuki bakugou ⧒ equality before law,
- klaus hargreeves ⧓ krakoa,
- lan jingyi ⧓ house of m,
- lan sizhui ⋈ seekers of the new dawn,
- lan wangji ⧒ seekers of the new dawn,
- lan xichen ⧒ seekers of the new dawn,
- laurie collins ⧓ krakoa,
- lillie ⧓ krakoa,
- luke fon fabre ⋈ olin vale,
- luther hargreeves ⧓ krakoa,
- midnighter ⧒ the white tower,
- number five hargreeves ⧓ krakoa,
- okami amaterasu ⋈ twin cities,
- rey ⧓ the white tower,
- ronan lynch ⧓ sanctum aurorae,
- rude ⧒ olin vale,
- ruka ⧒ the white tower,
- ryuko matoi ⧓ the white tower,
- sal the cacophony ⧓ olin vale,
- stephen strange ⧓ the white tower,
- sypha belnades ⧓ seekers of the new dawn,
- thor odinson ⧓ krakoa,
- tina belcher ⋈ green piece,
- tomura shigaraki ⧓ equality before law,
- tony stark ⧓ the white tower,
- toshinori yagi ⋈ twin cities,
- uta ⧒ krakoa,
- wanda maximoff ⧓ house of m,
- wei wuxian ⧓ house of m,
- wen ning ⋈ house of m,
- xue yang ⧓ sanctum aurorae,
- yenh quryoja ⧓ seekers of the new dawn,
- ◆ eden,
- ◆ empire of light,
- ◆ equality before law,
- ◆ green piece,
- ◆ house of m,
- ◆ krakoa,
- ◆ luminary,
- ◆ mad burnish,
- ◆ northwestern imperium,
- ◆ olin vale,
- ◆ sanctum aurorae,
- ◆ seekers of the new dawn,
- ◆ the twin cities,
- ◆ the white tower,
- ◇ porter building
THE FRACTURED WORLD: ARRIVAL
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rrival for some goes all but unnoticed. It's a sudden shiver, the sensation of being watched... and then nothing at all. Life continues serenely as it always has. The only indication of any change comes with sleep, wrapped in dreams: vague and distant echo imagery of another life, melting away in the morning.F
or others, arrival is a sharp jolt. In the space of a single blink, they find themselves in an unfamiliar world, surrounded by the trappings of a life they have not lived. They are replacements, spirits taking possession of bodies belonging to people very much like themselves...A
nd for the rest, arrival is a procedure. Routine. Those ported in to the Fractured World wake hazily in the comfortably dim light of the Porter room, laid out on an exam table. Their wounds, if they remember having any, have been healed— and even those who remember their own deaths find themselves miraculously restored. As they regain consciousness, an automatic audio-visual presentation is triggered. Regardless of their backgrounds or physiology, all imPorts 'see' and 'hear' this message as if in their own language:
"Greetings, imPort."
The voice is calm and gently authoritative, almost certainly selected by committee.
"On behalf of the Synod and all imPorts it represents, we welcome you to the planet Earth."
A decidedly non-humanoid robotic arm holds out a palm-sized device and rather insistently demands the new arrival take it. This is the imPort's comm, used for accessing the Porter's database of information, as well as the communications Network— though it won't receive communications from outside the Porter building until carried through one of the many Gates set up in a long, crescent-shaped array on the far side of the room.
As each Gate is approached, information about the faction it leads to flashes up on the comm device's screen. Which will you choose?
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It was a simple enough answer, and Darin didn't seem bothered by the idea of it at all.
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"Oh gods he's serious."
"Alright, Big Red. Look. I'm gonna give you a pass because that was just adorable. Really, wow. I can't even remember the last time someone tried to shove me out of some place."
Darin decides to move, no doubt sending Luke staggering forward. But it's okay, because Darin's got him by the scruff and is quickly righting him back on his feet.
"You're new so...I'll give you a primer. Now, are you paying attention? Because this is crucial."
The blue-haired man saunters over to a boulder about twice as large as he is tall and easily several dozen feet around. He inspects it lazily before nodding in approval. Then, he turns back to Luke.
"So, the reason why you can't move me? Is because I can do this."
Without turning away from Luke, he drives a punch straight back, which not only splits the boulder clean in two, but the shockwave that ripples through it causes the two halves to start collapsing into gravel.
"So, when I said 'make me' before? I meant be serious about it. Now that you've got your mulligan, you're free to try again."
He cracks his knuckles.
"Got it?"
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After a moment, he let out a faint noise, tightening his grip on the stick he was holding, before lifting it up again like it was his sword. Look, he knew this was stupid, but if he didn't stand up to this guy, then people were going to get hurt, maybe even killed. He couldn't just run away.
"No, this is your chance to just leave!" he declared.
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"You got guts, Big Red..."
"I admire that."
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Cecelia's call is sharp, coming from a distance, yet she herself appears after a rippling of space near them, having to misty step herself the rest of the way to make it in time.
Bristling, eyes faintly aglow, she stops just short of getting right up in their space.
"Unhand the boy, Altway. Don't tell me your master's reduced you to petty bullying like this."
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...except he totally wasn't actually going to say that, considering the tension in the air. Instead, he grit his teeth and held his ground, ready to jump to action if she needed backup.
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"Easy, Easy, Lady Ardenbury. I'm not going to do anything to the kid. He's got stones on 'im."
He flashes a disarming grin, crossing his arms behind his head in a carefree manner.
"Hold on to that one, Lady. He's one of the good ones!"
And then he fixes his eyes on Luke.
"You're serious about protecting this place, yeah?"
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"I just don't like people that bully others around just because they can," he replied stubbornly.
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But once the answer is given, she cuts in.
"And is that really what you've been reduced to, Altway? Kindly darken my door for better reasons. Leave."
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He turns back to the boulder he'd reduced to mostly pebbles and scoops up a couple of handfuls. He inspects them a bit, flicking a few pebbles back into the pile (for whatever reason, it can't be said) and sifts through the remaining bits thoughtfully.
He closes his hands over the mass of stone and pale blue magical currents pulse down his arms from the shoulders. He pulls his hands apart lengthwise, the stones in his hands morphing and molding into something else. He pulls his hands out wide and the stone transmutes into a new form; that of an impressive sword about the length and curvature of a scimitar. He tests it for balance (needlessly, honestly) then turns it over in his hand and tosses it Luke's way.
"You'll need something a fair bit better than a stick if you're gonna be taken seriously, Red. Keep at it."
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His sword was a gift from Master Van, of course; a gift from to a student in praise for him taking his practices so seriously. He had never asked where he got it from, just appreciated that it was something from someone who genuinely cared about him. This, though; he could feel the difference in the weight, in the balance. This thing made his sword look like a plaything.
"What's the catch?" he demanded, though he did slide the sword into his back sheath anyway. Look, he wasn't going to just give it up if it was being freely given.
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"Live up to your word. Don't run away from bullies. And protect Lady Ardenbury."
With that, he offers a leisurely wave and about faces, heading back from whence he came.
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Cecelia scoffs loudly, hand on her hip, glaring at the shadow vanishing into the woods.
"Gods help me, that idiot man..." She shakes her head, looking over to Luke, frowning at his new gift.
"What is his game this time?"
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"You'd know more than me," he replied. He paused a moment, before stepping a safe distance away and drawing the sword again. The blade sliced through the air as he put himself through a number of stances, sure to keep himself from going anywhere near Lady Ardenbury as he went. He finally slid it back into the sheath, a giant grin on his face.
"This is a nice blade, though," he chirped happily. His expression dropped almost immediately, however; like he realized he was supposed to be a new resident. "Uh... if it's okay that I keep it?"
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She is nearly too far in her thoughts to catch the question, but seeing him looking at her draws her attention; she blinks, lifting her chin.
"Mm?" What? Oh--keeping it? Well... Her first instinct is to refuse, but that won't play out well, will it?
"...After letting myself and Anathema inspect it," she concedes, holding her hand out for it. "To ensure he hasn't marked it with some hidden rune or hex."
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Instead of letting her just take the blade, he reached back and unbuckled the sheath from his belt, handing it over to her carefully. He knew she'd be careful with it, of course, but... well, if there was anything he could manage to take care of well, it was a blade.
"Just... you know, be careful," he said. "I-I mean... it would suck if you got hurt because of that jerk."
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"Oh, don't waste any worry about that. He's yet to do more than cause me to break a sweat; he's the one that often walks away singed."
Because he seems to hold back, and she knows it. She won't look a gift-horse in the mouth, but she does wonder about it -- about what the Skywalker's game is in letting his pawn poke and prod her like this.
In any case, she takes the sheathed blade in both hands, nodding, fixing her focus on it, attempting to detect any peculiar magic. Darin's transumation doesn't play by her arcane rules, however, so while she can't sense anything insidious within its construction, she can't rule it out.
"...Hm."
She hands the blade back.
"Take it to Anethema first, you understand? I want her to double-check it before you get it too comfortable with it."
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He started to trot off toward the library -- because let's face it, Anethema was probably going to be there -- before he hesitated, shrinking in on himself a little as his face started to turn a little pink.
"U-um... I-I had everything under control, you didn't need to step in," he began. "But uh... I-I'm glad you did."
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"This is my valley," she calls back. "I'll be the one to shoo away the flies."
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"Y-yeah, well, I'm not completely helpless!" he protested. "I had the best sword master on Auldrant teaching me, and I can hold my own. S-so... uh, don't be afraid to call on me."
His bluster petered out in the middle of that, his shoulders slumping slightly. If he was honest, that guy had near scared him senseless; it was scary to think that there were people like that in this weird world he'd ended up in.
"...you guys were nice to me. It's the least I can do," he finally managed to get out, before turning and running off before he could embarrass himself further.