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modormenace ([personal profile] modormenace) wrote in [community profile] f20202020-09-07 12:14 am
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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.

 

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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...

 

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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?

[personal profile] edelgards 2020-09-17 04:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Edelgard takes a moment to look down at the small device resting on her desk. She carefully types in a few words to some unknown correspondent before addressing Claude. Apparently, in this world, the need for attendants to wait at the edge of the room for their instructions has become somewhat obsolete.

At mention of the White Tower, Edelgard's careful expression allows for some hint of similar distaste. No, she has no use for such a faction. "Some things you will find here, Claude, are not so different from our lives in Fódlan. That those with certain powers or privilege wish to impose their will on those without is not an unusual circumstance."

Holding back a sigh, she takes a moment to sit straighter in her chair. Always the opposite of Claude, even in this world; where he gives the impression of being charming and almost carefree, Edelgard is a testament to rigid self-control. "I wonder, if our situation here in Eden might truly be of interest to you? At the least, we can provide you with a useful education in the culture of this world."

By way of explanation, she holds the communication device up with her hand. Technology, at least in her own experience, was a trial to master.
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[personal profile] nobilitease 2020-09-18 10:44 am (UTC)(link)
Claude can't entirely hide the way his eyes flit towards the device on her desk. He's familiar with these things by now, or at least familiar with the one he had been given upon his arrival, but the novelty hasn't worn off yet. He's still got so much to learn. So much to catch up on.

If he did want to fight, Edelgard's got the upper-hand. She knows this place. The politics, the technology, the way of things... even more troubling, she's managed to amass a militant following and a civilization of her own through nothing but her own merits. No noble bloodline built all this.

Good thing he'd abandoned any idea of fighting anyone from home the moment he stepped foot into this new world. "Why, you've taken the words right of my mouth. That's why I'm here. But I'm sure you've guessed that much already. I'm here to join up, if you'll have me. White Tower's not exactly my style. Neither are the others, from what I've managed to gather." He raises a brow at her. "It seems like you came to the same conclusion."