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the lucid disparity revisited
"Never be the first to arrive or the last to go, and never, ever be both."
By now, time has passed, and most of the crew have found some sort of comfortable groove with the natives of the unnamed island they crashed near. Partying, gambling and drinking, and more… Even the mysterious pool has given people who could answer its riddle insight in this confusing time. However, as the nights and days continue to progress and the parties begin to blur together, things are… odd. The hosts are still as kind as ever, offering anything and everything those at the temple-like building could ask for, but every so often, the world around them appears different. Clear, as if a fog had been lifted. Yet, it’s only a blink, and then, it’s gone, returning everyone to their regularly scheduled eternal party.
Down on the beach, the Captains are still as busy as ever working with those capable to restore function to the Moira. On the morning of the 20th, Navigator Manasseh’s vitals begin to slowly return to normal, her status on the Directory reverting to GREEN, and with it, life is brought back to the Moira. This, of course, means everyone is able to board the ship and leave, but most of the crew who traveled through the jungle and stayed at the party aren’t exactly willing to go just yet. Prior to this, a few of the crew who suddenly realized things were strange and that the people around them were acting strange - themselves included - approached Thán with this particular revelation, upon which Nathan Drake planned to bring back things from the temple to be tested for irregularities. Each sample returned to Cúrre does not alert her to anything abnormal, comprised of similar compounds—except for the water brought to her from the pool. Acting quickly, she reaches the same conclusion as a few of the other crewmembers do: that the water neutralizes the mysterious intoxication caused by everything on this unknown planet.
☄ FROM UNDER THE VEIL
The combined efforts of the crew and Curre have resulted in an “antidote” being made from the pool water; crew members pass it around to those down on the ship and beach, then utilize caution while administering it to those at the party. The change happens slowly for most. A drink that was perfect only a little while ago is suddenly sickeningly sweet and no longer enjoyable. The food tastes wrong. The music no longer urges you to dance but instead reminds you that your feet are aching. The magic is fading, and as it does, the cracks in the facade begin to reveal themselves. The elegant city built into the rocks is faded and cracking at the edges. Nothing is as it seems, especially the hosts. Their eagerness to please now has an edge to it. They try and ply their guests with new food, drink and distractions, but they know when the game is up. Do you try and slip away when they’re distracted, or do you demand to know why they’ve done this? Do you dare to find out?
☄ AS TIME GOES BY Crew have begun to filter to the beach, and as the ship reboots, its systems expelling water and allowing it to float on the surface, all Moira-connected technology refreshes. MID devices, to those who check, will show that a year has passed since they crash landed on this strange planet. Those that did not join the party would not have been aware that so much time had passed as the planet seems to be under the influence of a blurring of time, probably due to the fact it is so close to the Luminous Sea. Crew would have gone through the motions and not realized that supplies were dwindling, and anyone who has themselves looked over in the Medbay will discover that they are, in fact, physically one year older. With the Moira finally functioning and with everyone on board, the ship finally begins to ascend and leave the planet behind.
The Captains are all working together to get the crew settled back on board and help those who might need some adjusting to this particular news. Since it has been such a long time, fresh supplies are badly needed, and the ship is directed towards the closest known place: the Mini Colony.
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thisavrou_log2016-09-19 04:07 pm
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In the end, he ends up saying,] This isn't the first time. I've done this before. [He says it like it's a confession. His brow twitches, then furrows down. His mouth follows suit, the corners of his lips tugging, though he isn't entirely aware that he's doing it. Then, he says, still frowning,] So I... will be okay.
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[But for now he doesn't say more than that, walking alongside him to the ship.]
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Last time, it was seven years. Not just one.
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Were you put back those seven years somehow, or did your age slow?
[Hell of a way to "age well", if that's the case.]
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Link's shoulders are sagging as the feeling in his chest gets stronger.]
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[A morbid part of his brain is glad it worked out that whole 'mid-life crisis' thing.]
[On more serious topics, though. Link didn't deserve this; no one did, but children are hit the hardest. I don't like kids. That's what he'd said. That's what he'd been told. But what he wanted most for Link was for him to have a chance to be a kid as he went through his training. This might have been one of his last chances. Now? A year of it's gone. And to think so much has been displaced already.]
But you still had to take on too much too soon. Even if it's some prophetic role... [He won't say "sorry" again, but the sentiment that it's not really fair (what in the world is) is there.]
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[He doesn't know how he feels about the idea that it was... "too soon," like Kazuhira said. He does know that... even if the Great Deku Tree hadn't sent him to meet Princess Zelda, he would've had to leave the forest, anyway. And the concept of leaving the forest and fighting Ganondorf are so solidly connected in his mind that he thinks that it means it doesn't matter. "Too soon" would have happened, even if there hadn't been an evil to fight.]
It would have happened, anyway, [he ends up saying out loud, without entirely realizing how it probably sounds like he's talking about fate.]
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I don't think the places we stop, the things that are happening, are helping you focus.
[Focus, as if that's what he means. No, he wants Link to be away from this sort of community where all he can do is feel helpless against the onslaught of things constantly happening to him.]
[He lets the boy walk ahead, following him slowly. Helpless is the last position Link needs to be in. Even if people try to protect him, they can only do so much good. And for him to protect others? The chance of failure is just as likely.]
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Focus? [he echoes. He doesn't understand. Is there something he should have been doing? Link's shoulders straighten, as if preparing himself to be given the weight of a task.]
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[He stops and leans his back against the wall, and sticks his hands in his pockets.]
Funny, people tell us to take it easy sometimes. But then we get stuff like this and realize this isn't what we want for ourselves at all.
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Link didn't choose the seven years of sleep, either. He didn't choose the life of the Hero. He didn't get to choose a lot of things in his life.
He's used to it.
And it means that, ever since defeating Majora, he hasn't known what to do. He's been drifting, the way the Moira has been drifting through space. Except at least the Moira has a goal. For a while, Link was content to try to remember what it was like to be a child. He got to choose that. But he hasn't done that in a while now. It stopped feeling... real. Substantial. It stopped feeling like something he should have been doing. It started feeling like it didn't fit him, just like how he feels wrong in his body now.
When he last lost time, he found himself bigger. Much bigger. Link keeps expecting himself to be taller. Broader. But he isn't. He may have grown, but not as much as he had during his seven year sleep.
But it's times like this, like when he felt wrong doing childish things, that he feels like he isn't a child at all.
Link sighs. He doesn't know what to say to Kazuhira. He doesn't know how to say any of these things, or if he should. He just feels... so...
... tired.]
I don't know what to do. [It comes out as a confession. It almost comes out like a plea. He doesn't know what to choose for himself. He knows what he wants, but it isn't something he can have, maybe not ever again. Kazuhira knows Link has goals, but Link himself isn't sure he knows what they are.]
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[And how many friends have they both made and lost. Not by tragedy, not by mutual parting, but rather a magical snuff that invalidates their very relationships.]
[Kaz stoops down and is glad for his prosthetic, because it lets him offer out his arms for a hug.]
[Because that's the only thing he knows to do, at the moment.]
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He takes a couple of steps forward, then his hesitation truly ends and he steps up into Kazuhira's arms.]
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I wish you had goals you could really look forward to.
[Ones that weren't just necessary. One's that could bring him joy in thinking about them. Forgetting everything for a year? He doesn't feel like it helped much.]