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WORLD ONE: AIMINTAS

You blink and that's all it takes. At first the picture doesn't come in clear, like you're waiting for a screen to fully load -- more aptly, it's like you're waiting for a camera to focus so you can find image clarity. Before you happened to rapidly close your eyes and open them, your life was normal...well, normal for you, anyway. Fighting an alien, making a quesadilla, dying. And then that blurry picture suddenly takes over... Some of you might open your eyes to find yourself wandering around a sandy area, outside of a large stone house. There's a large glimmering caravan floating around outside, which might intrigue you. There's also a lot of supplies, food, clothing...all just laying around outside. It's worth investigating, right?
- A1: Once your character touches the caravan, they can't remove their appendage from it. Kick it? Their foot is stuck. Touch it? Their hand is stuck. Lick it? Their tongue is stuck. They'll remain like this for 15 minutes without magical intervention. - A2: Your character's hand doesn't stay for long, but the caravan holds onto that hand for five seconds while giving your character a pretty excruciating burn. Medic! B ▢ Maybe they're smart and they don't touch the caravan. Let's go through all of this cool stuff on the ground! It might be sort of obvious that it belongs to someone -- a lot of someone's -- but your character is thirsty, confused...maybe there's some water or answers in this pile. And maybe there's also someone who catches your character going through their shit. |

Other new potential coven members will find themselves in a completely different part of town. These lucky individuals will have suddenly appeared in the marketplace area of Aimintas, surrounded by walking lizard beings that suddenly turn and take an immediate interest in this stranger.
On the other hand, you might learn something interesting talking to them. A friend might join in either way! D ▢ Once you break free of the Palai, you'll find that this marketplace is pretty interesting. It's a mixture of primitive and semi-modern technology...or is it totally unfamiliar to you? Never seen a cellphone before? Unfamiliar with the concept of women wearing pants? There's certainly something to see that'll interest your character here. E ▢ Finally, you might be hungry and thirsty after suddenly appearing. The Palai are masters of making food, including a new concoction of theirs that they're trying out in honor of all the new people. It's a sort of bottled fruit juice that has been energized by the Eltos. It's essentially the first Aimintas Red Bull, except on acid. The drink immediately makes anyone who drinks it extremely giddy, hyper and they may potentially hallucinate. It doesn't seem to bother the Palai's biology, but everyone else...oops! |

The setting found in Aimintas is pretty expansive, so you have a lot of room to wander around. Here are a few things that might catch your eye if you're really committed to wandering around.
G ▢ The Palai have constructed a large library in the middle of town. If you wander in here, you'll find a myriad of books in a strange language. The Palai are a rather visual people, though, so many include pictures and illustrations. They also have a collection of computers here that connect to the Aimintas internet, as well as visual media stations that can play videos -- though they're really just powered tablets that play video files. Time to get a little taste of the Palai culture. H ▢ Wildcard prompt. Go nuts and utilize your own creativity within the setting. This can mean striking out on your own or utilizing a certain location in a different way. The world is your oyster! |
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Are you alright?
[ The palai also turns to gape at the youth. Julius has half a mind to perhaps reach out and steady him if needed, but that carried risks of his own. Moving closer might suffice, distancing him from the frog as well. ]
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What do you mean by "other humans"?
[There's a guarded nature about his tone that'd be difficult to overlook, a skepticism that bespeaks an analytical mind. He's trying to make sense of something he finds incongruous with his experience — although what doesn't fit that description, now?
He might've simply misunderstood. After all, he knows his programming assures that he will always long for something that he can't reach. It seems most probable that he'd latched onto the interpretation that best suited that desire.
And so, he decides he'll get his confirmation of this, not that this would explain what the man actually is if not a human]
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The palai cocks their head. ] Other member of the coven, do you not know?
[ Perhaps they were both not very informed, so Julius tries to explain: ]
There are others from another world here, humans. I thought it wiser to regroup first.
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And yet he finds that reality no less surreal than he had before his question was answered. How could humans be here? Part of this...coven? A human body couldn't be repaired like his own, though he'd believed himself beyond salvaging.
So then how is this possible?
Regardless of how, his purpose — the one he had first believed from the time he'd been rolled out — asserts itself. If there are humans, the how is subordinate to his cause. He doesn't know how the coven has the means to achieve this, but androids were meant to protect their creators. That's the bottom line.
And for all those metaphorical wheels turning, Julius is only left with that heavy silence until 9S speaks up, rather abruptly]
That would be safest.
[For the humans, that is]
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Let's go.
[ Nevermind that he only had a vague direction from the palai to work with, but. ]
What's your name?
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Besides, he'd felt progressively more bereft of meaning the more time had ground on. Though he'd thought he'd seen the end of that, here he is. Here is a chance he never thought he'd have.
Even now he has his doubts, but he'll see for himself]
I'm 9S, Sir...
[He straightens as he walks, squaring his shoulders like he's at attention]
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He's long since lost the right to use it. ]
My name is Julius. Please, you don't need to address me with a title.
[ The thought of it... disturbs him, even. ]
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Not that he's a combat unit, but he's seen his share of fights. He'll do whatever is within his power]
Okay, S- [A pause, as he finds he needs to correct himself] Julius.
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Thank you.
[ Julius is not one good at small talk, but there's formality that needs to be walked through. ]
Where do you come from?
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Which might come sooner than one might expect, considering that question]
...I guess you'd say I came from the Bunker. [Not that it's accessible anymore] Unless you're asking where I was manufactured.
[There is that, after all]
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Manufactured? ]
Come again?
[ Manufactured? Well, this youth is either mistaken, or an actual non-human. Machine. Robot. It's enough to make Julius pause and turn around. ]
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Well, I was stationed at the Bunker [until...recently...] but there aren't manufacturing facilities there.
[Other orbital facilities handled that, and 9S is nothing if not keen on details]
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You... are not human?
[ This is a Surprise. ]
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[He answers with the ready ease of someone for whom this reality is elementary. Someone like him couldn't be human, and it's a flattering though terribly wrong thing to be taken for one. His programmed unworthiness assures this strange mixture of emotion within him]
Just like any other android, I'm modeled after mankind, that's all.
[Though he wonders if he really needs to clarify this to a human. Surely Julius already knows...]
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He'll need a few moments to process it, as the implications click into place... and then reminders of what 9S could possibly fall into. ]
Can I ask who made you? [ What were you made for? Though such a question does not sit well with him to ask ]
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[9S echoes the word dubiously. Considering the expense that went into manufacturing YoRHa units, it is perhaps unsurprising that the system is automated. Overseen, to be certain, but he has no one maker]
Mankind first developed androids. Now, I suppose we manufacture one another...
[Although they still all acknowledge humanity as their creators, as part and parcel of their design]
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Do you have a job?
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[Which does answer that question, though perhaps not in the manner that Julius may have expected]
We're um...we're all the same size, you'd know another if you saw one.
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What do you do as a Scanner, then?
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Because those were a thing in the prototype stage]
Oh, well, mostly recon. Terrain, enemy formations, unit data, that sort of thing.
[Subdued as he might be after so many crushing revelations about his world and even YoRHa itself, his enthusiasm for his work still perks him up enough to be noticeable. He finds fulfillment in his utility, after all. Any android does]
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Do you have a command officer here?
[ Don't mind the questions, he just wants to sound out what he can say. ]
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Command was lost with the Bunker.
[It's shameful to admit, because he could do nothing about it, in the end.
Now it's just him, 4S, and two units so addicted to E-drugs that they're practically gone anyway]
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I'm sorry. [ And if the Bunker was something made by humanity too, then... ] What will you do now?
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Or perhaps, it's too simple]
If there are humans here, then...I'll fight for humanity, with all my strength. [He stands as straight and tall as his small frame allows. In this end, his first thought upon rollout was, in its essence, a directive] That's only to be expected of any YoRHa unit.
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Not all humans are good. Please be careful.
[ His failure will stay with him as long as he breathes. Even now his body remembers, the way his life was burned away by the poison that took hold in his blood. ]
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