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( TDM #9 | FAUX 4TH WALL LOG )

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. There's a lot to take in here -- you feel weird, your surroundings are weird. Everything is just weird. For starters, there's that new piece of jewelry inserted in the space above your chest. That certainly wasn't there before you opened your eyes. For some of you, the shock is a bit more sudden. You've packed up your belongings and you've been escorted through the city into a building similar to the one utilized during the jailbreak -- down a pothole-like door that's extremely similar to the other one you might have been familiar with during that same incident. There's a long tunnel with no windows that you travel through, slowly but surely. It's dimly lit, and you can see others in front of you -- don't worry about any repercussions for cutting in line. You eventually get to a closed door and your monitor escort opens the large turnstile for you, gesturing for you to continue onward. The walk won't be much longer, they reassure you, but they won't be traveling with you from here. After a fifteen minute walk, you'll reach another door, though this one is much more manageable when it comes to opening it on your own. Once you step through, things are certainly...different.
That isn't to say these voids are endless. In reality, the space around you is tainted, but you still exist on this plane -- the outside of Shehui. Things feel very real, but once you force yourself to move outside of these spaces, you mind your shoes are firmly planted in grass that is inches long, potentially surrounded by other people with no idea what's going on; they too have just escaped their own little void. From here you can feel it near to you -- you can sense the magic that's seeping out of somewhere, and you can even see it if you squint. The air around it shimmers with a certain sparkle. It's, again, hard to accurately put into words. But you can see these voids once you really focus on them. However, you can't see the people who happen to be trapped inside. B ▢ Once you reach these safe havens of non-magic, raw and in its purest form, you'll find yourself in a reality that is somewhat...overgrown. There aren't any buildings outside of the giant dome structure of Shehui in the background, as far as you can see. There are trees and plains, grassy fields and the occasional oddly-colored deer. If you look hard enough, you can find a small pond here or there. Just watch out. Magic can leak into that water, and that means... C ▢ ...ingesting that contaminated substance carries that magic with you. Absorbing this magic directly into your body creates that void, except it's contained within you. Once you do, you carry around whatever you might see or hear with you. This might create a comical scenario, like you're ordering from an invisible pizza man. It may also trap you in something more sinister. This magic can use your mind against itself. Whatever is in that void, which can last for hours, is up to you...whether you can control it or not. |
[ OOC: For this TDM, characters testing in can create their own scenarios and interact with characters in very bizarre and imaginative ways. Want your character to be the judge in a murder trial, roping in other characters as defendant and accuser? Or maybe you'd like to do something different with your character -- age them up, give them different powers? Anything can happen in these voids of concentrated magic, and that also means anyone can appear. Your creativity can create any situation you'd like to put your character in, and these situations can also pull in other characters. Everyone is there, after all! Characters can also take a break and do some minor exploration -- though more info will come out about the setting and potential in a later post, don't worry. For ingested magic, the character will be in a scenario like the one mentioned above, except it won't be a potentially public experience. For instance, your character can project a horrible experience into the void in Prompt A, but in Prompt C? That horrible experience would be stuck in their own mind...speaking on the negative end of the spectrum, anyway! |
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She dare not let go. What if she were to lose him here? As she hadn't--
No, no thinking like that, Vex. ]
That's a good plan. The further out from the city we can go thereafter the better.
[ She does pause, however, pulling his hand a moment. and cocks her head to one side. Listening. Or trying to. ]
..I don't hear anything. Nothing moving around. [no undead giants.]
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vex (as always) is right. no sounds, no undead giants, no hordes of zombie creatures . . . nothing that haunted whitestone in this past memory seems to haunt it now. which only reinforces his belief that this mockery isn't real. ]
This is absurd.
[ he can't help it; exhaling between his teeth in a hiss, as he continues to move forward. away from the inner city, toward the shops that are supposed to line the town. away from the castle, more to the walls, to the forests. he knows every street, every building, every sidewalk. this isn't right. ]
There's no explanation for how we were on the prime dimension and suddenly wound up in a bastardized version of where we once were. You can't spontaneously plane shift. [ and if you can, that only proves him right, that magic is stUPID ] Who would even have that amount of power . . . [ ugh. ] And whoever it is, how do they know?
[ he's just talking out loud to fill the silence, at this point, to run through ideas, to figure it out, to try and get to an answer -- but as they step into a sidestreet, to where the slayer's cake is supposed to be, percy and vex are met with nothing but an empty building, shuttered up. like it was, before vox machina took the city back.
a dead end. ]
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Neither of us have enough knowledge of the arcane to know if this is within bounds of anything save a god -- and none of those are supposed to be free and able to commit such acts. I wish Pike was here..I don't know of any that would have the power to pull us from the material plane to here.
Or Keyleth, her people have more knowledge of the different planes. [or Scanlan; the old gnome may have quit the group but his knowledge was surprisingly sound..most of the time. But he's still a sore subject for Percy.]
[ Then, they turn and reach the boarded up ruin that would--will-- someday become the Slayer's Cake. If they ever needed proof that this was a moment in time, horrific and unforgettable, perhaps this is it.
Her hand squeezes his again as he begins to rant, tripping over the thoughts they've both been having, until she has to drag him back to a stop. Then Vex lifts both of her hands to cup his face. It's a dirty move, but right now, they need more focus, and perhaps some further reassurance will go a long way. ]
We're going to figure this out, Darling. We're together here. And you're the smartest man I've ever known. No amount of magical bullshit can stop us.
I need you to think. Did you start in the square? Or were you somewhere else first?
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he pauses, not shifting, not moving away from her hands on his face. clearly thinking, doing what vex is asking of him, piecing together the puzzle before he allows his eyes to shift, to take in stock of where they are. ]
No, I was at the castle. [ slowly, as he returns his gaze to vex's, with a slight frown. ] On the steps. I didn't go inside. [ having recognized this as whitestone-what-was, percy didn't think it was Clever or Smart (tm) to wander around by himself, given his penchant for being shot. ] I walked down the steps to see if there were any people about, but there was no one. That's when I saw the tree.
[ and, subsequently, found vex. ]
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Her frown matches his, but that's not surprising. They've often operated on the same wave length. Now is no different (thank the Gods.) ]
I was outside the house we burned down. [Stonefell's.] All in one piece, but silent as a grave. All doors and windows closed.. And here, the Cake is still boarded up. Perhaps, if we backtrack to the castle together, we can see if the doors to the castle open?
[ And whether or not they lead to a new old-memory of death - or somewhere else entirely. ]
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[ it's a counter-argument, pursing his lips together as he lets his eyes drift over the top of her head, toward the looming might that is whitestone castle. it's hard to forget, exactly, what was once inside that castle, and what monstrosities lurked in the dark. a part of him, when he arrived, wanted to pull the doors open immediately, to search for cassandra, vex'ahila, the rest of vox machina . . . but to what end? his own death, likely, if the briarwoods (or some damned carnation of them) exist here.
but he soon exhales slowly, returning to meet vex's gaze. ]
Shall we?
[ there's really nowhere else to go, and by the heavy sound of his tone, percy would rather just get it over with rather than delay the inevitable. ]
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[ IF it happens. Potentially a big if.
They still have no idea to what end their presence being required here here is, nor who is responsible for making this version, this time frame from their world appear in this way. Frankly, Vex has half a mind to give them a good talking to, and she certainly won't leave Percival in harm's way whatever may be hidden here.
She presses a very light kiss to the corner of his mouth, then draws back, letting her hands fall to rest on his chest. ]
Lets. Before something decides to prove us wrong about being alone here.
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It would be our good fortune to be happened upon by a group of zombie trolls.
[ dryly, as he intertwines his fingers with hers. seeking courage, perhaps, but also to keep her close. ]
I half-wish Grog was with us.
[ at least the two long-range glass cannons could have a goddamn meatshield this is the WORST ]
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Dear, let's not jinx it.
[ There is a pang at the mention of Grog. Earning a small half-smile in return. ]
Or Pike. Smashing undead with her mace. They wouldn't stand a chance.
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as they move forward, toward the castle, percy loses himself in thought again. tracking through what they had been doing in whitestone, earlier that day . . . ]
It makes no sense that we were taken without them, without anyone else noticing. They must have separated us. Most of Vox Machina was in Whitestone.
[ with some rare exceptions. scanlan is, indeed, still a sore subject. ]
Why only take us? It isn't as if the rest of them weren't as affected by what happened here.
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[ She does frown then shakes her head. ]
Perhaps we weren't taken because of our ties to Vox Machina, then. We've been instrumental in Whitestone's recovery, especially comparing this-- [her free hand subtle gestures around them, waving past the Tree, beyond the city streets and towards the castle proper] --to what we left today.
Much as their company would be welcome, if the others aren't here, all the better. That means they'll be looking for us. [And Heavens help any who stand in their way, especially her brother]