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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?

verunandesu: Sypha in profile, facing left, looking displeased (not mad just disappointed)

[personal profile] verunandesu 2020-09-26 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
Sypha purses her lips and frowns a bit, listening sympathetically to the man's explanation and thinking over it.

"That sometimes can happen," she offers, after he is done. "Being transported through time. Though usually, a person who is imPorted and then dePorted experiences a time back in their own reality."

It has been a very long time since before the Factions, and dwelling on it for too long fills Sypha with a weariness that makes her shoulders slump a bit. She takes another sip of tea, hot and real. She has long given up the dream of going home to Wallachia, of ever seeing her grandfather, Alucard, Trevor...again. The Seekers of the New Dawn is her home now.