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thisavrou_log2018-04-01 01:06 pm
savmods) wrote in thisavrou_log2018-04-01 01:06 pm
April Event and Final Game Log
Who: Anyone and everyone
When: April 1-17
Where: Avagi
What: The end of an era
Warnings: Description of body horror. Label your content.
[OOC: For questions, information, and to cast your vote on the game-ending choice, please check out the ooc post here. A final post will go up in the network comm on April 18 with the final results, but this is the last mod log for threading on. We hope you enjoy the ride!]
When: April 1-17
Where: Avagi
What: The end of an era
Warnings: Description of body horror. Label your content.
| With the breach of the Namalos' locked building, and the rescue of the individual inside, it doesn't take long for a path back to reassert itself. Silver light blossoms around Avagi's residents, pulling them back to their own home... if not necessarily to precisely where they'd left it. All characters, regardless of their location when they fell through Avagi's portals, find themselves winking back into existence at the new Memorial—the one discovered by the away team. There, they will have a chance to rest, recover, and learn from their new friend. A descendant of the intermediaries and former inhabitant of Avagi, Tamen is indebted to the group that perfomed his rescue. He speaks freely and readily, cataloging his own experience aboard the station as well as tales of what came before. The survivors of Thisavrou's fall have venerated Ingress technology for generations—for the peace it brings, and for the odd disappearances known to happen nearby. But Tamen has heard older stories too, of the twin worlds that used it as a gateway. And of a time, centuries and centuries before that: when Thisavrou's first settlers discovered a strange light. Living Energy: something that felt them and... reached out. Thisavrou's founders harnessed that source for their machine—and Avagi's newest residents know as well as anyone how their society came to an end. But whatever their perspectives on the energy that powers this station, it will become clear in short order that the time to learn is quickly running out. The halls remain clear, all trace of Mirtos purged by the persisting glow—but tremors wrack the station's framework intermittently, a deep, erratic shaking accompanied by flickers of the silver light. The process is slow, and poses no more immediate danger than a small earthquake. But the balance between the Living Energy and storms outside has broken, and given time, the station will literally shake itself apart. Tamen volunteers readily to return to his people—and retrieve a supply of the purifying crystals the away team had set out for in the first place. Once installed, the air clears quickly, and in a handful of days, the Avagians' home will be as functional as ever. Still, any solution is short-term against the quakes now rippling through the interior. To resolve this problem, they will need to reach its source. |
| Allies |
| Given the difficulty of travel—and the dangers a specific few know are waiting at Avagi's heart, some amount of planning is definitely warranted. But when it comes time to assess resources, locals may find a few unexpected surprises. The light that pulled them from the station in the first place is dimmer, but still present, a strange illumination independent of any source. It glows the strongest in places where many people gather, and those who linger in its presence long may feel inexplicably revitalized. Exhaustion and pains will be alleviated, and injuries will heal twice as quickly as they should. But the current residents aren't the only ones who've been affected by the Living Energy. Or, perhaps, the only ones it values or remembers, too. Motes of light draw together here and there, coalescing in the familiar flash of silver that precedes a new arrival. The figures that emerge, however, are anything but new. Friends, enemies, acquaintances or allies—those who traveled on the Moira or called Thisavrou their home. Harnessed or not, the Living Energy is founded on connection, and in this time of need, it reaches out to those you knew. Unlike the usual newcomers, these visitors can appear anywhere within the station. At the time of their arrival, no return path will be apparent. |
| Threats |
| Once underway, all parties will face difficulties: some, much like the travels before. The inner levels of Avagi were every bit as shattered as the outer spaces by the explosion that tore the station apart, and care and skill will be required to navigate toward the center. The activation of the Memorials has burned away the storm from the interior, and will protect all travelers from casual glances or incidental contact. Still, it presses at the outside, fluxing violently as each bout of tremors wrack the station. Immersing oneself in it directly remains very much to be avoided, and those journeying must keep their path inside Avagi's ruins. With the storm's expulsion comes safety from the Mirtos who stalked its halls before. Of course, your goal isn't entirely unguarded. Wrapped around the center of the station is the being who ripped it apart: Mother, a psychic swarm of shapechanging flesh who once feigned alliance with you and your friends in order to hasten Thisavrou's fall. As observed in the vision a few months back, Mother has taken up occupancy in the center of the station, and will go to any lengths to maintain her hold on the Living Energy inside. Individuals may encounter Mother in any of several forms:
Combatants might oppose these threats directly, but to reach the innermost remnants of the station, Avagi's inhabitants will need a variety of resources—and a variety of skills. Shortly before their fall, the local Savrii upgraded security around the Ingress platform, installing an array of barriers, countermeasures, and weaponry that has lain inactive for the last several centuries. While some approaches remain locked off and require skill to open, accessing other systems could give opportunities: to arm, reinforce, or safeguard your allies in this fight. Once destroyed, all traces of the flesh that composed Mother's bodies will recede, dissolving into light. An odd feeling of sorrow lingers in the places where she fell. |
| Renewal |
| By the time all obstacles are bypassed, the quakes shaking Avagi come more frequently—and threaten the integrity of its outer parts. Still, at the very center of the station, all is quiet. The Ingress platform itself appears to have been shattered long ago, but the halls around are miraculously nearly intact: a maze of components and systems that once composed Thisavrou's Ingress. Here, in the relative peace after their battles, those touched by the Ingress will find the time they need to study what remains. Many travelers by now have their own familiarity with the Ingress—whether here or earlier on the Moira. More information can be found in the Savrii's secured systems, once they are re-activated and repaired. Present are the control schematics: the means for activating the Ingress and selecting worlds for travel. There are even notes on the machine's instability, including a sharp increase in visitors pulled in from other worlds—logged in the last year before Thisavrou fell. But the power source, the factor bridging all the worlds, is conspicuously absent. Or, depending on one's perspective, all around. Light shines softly in these halls as well, the silver glow of Living Energy untethered from the machines that once used it as fuel. The systems designed to contain it have been almost entirely shattered... but a few remain, gleaming faintly from within. It might be possible at this point to rebuild. Or, to dismantle what remains of the containment.  The choice is yours. Whatever outcome is decided will take time—both to settle on and to enact. In the meantime, reconnect with friends. Salvage your supplies, tend any wounds you gained through the battles. And make your last farewells: to this place and, for many, to each other. |
[OOC: For questions, information, and to cast your vote on the game-ending choice, please check out the ooc post here. A final post will go up in the network comm on April 18 with the final results, but this is the last mod log for threading on. We hope you enjoy the ride!]
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[That's the easy part. There's a they that needs him, who he needs in turn, to find his due motivation. That has never been a secret. He feels very deeply, and that has never been a crime - how could they say as much, when they are no better?]
And what would you do, then, if that reason to endure were to vanish? Or, worse, if it were to disown you?
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[It's asked quietly. Working his hardest to keep anything even remotely accusatory out of his voice. He doesn't want to make them feel guarded. Just... has the feeling that may be what this is about.]
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You haven't answered my question. I doubt you'll have to worry about me holding you to your word; it's unlikely such a thing will come to pass. I'm asking purely hypothetically.
[So, you know. Humor them.]
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[you were just gone]
If it answers anything, Chara... when I go back... they're not the ones I have to worry about vanishing on me.
[just your bayard and an empty cockpit]
If I don't... do something, then I'm the one who disappears on them.
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[And he calls them evasive.]
You seem in an awful rush to get back to a world in which your own future is uncertain. Or is it merely the future of everyone in your care that concerns you, to the exclusion of your own?
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Maybe there's something I can do to stop it. So they don't have to go through... everything they did.
[It's a slim hope. He's sure Chara of all people is going to remind him of that.]
[But he's got to try. He cares about his team too much not to.]
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[Close the loop, and seal the book?]
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There has to be.
[Voltron exists. They are hope. The embodiment of it. He couldn't lead them and say there was no hope. No chance things could change or get better.]
[He has to have hope.]
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[They already said they would not judge him for it, after all. It's hypothetical. Purely hypothetical. And yet he cannot even grant them that thought experiment, now, can he?]
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[Maybe that should answer them. That he can't... even think of this hypothetical. He can't let himself. If he did, he might give up. They need him not to.]
[He pushes his hand through his hair.]
Make the most of the time I've got with them. If there wasn't any changing it.
You know how much they mean to me.
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[It's admirable, in a way. There's something in their tone that suggests thoughtfulness. That is as far removed from their style of grief as it is possible to be, but that does not mean there is no value in it.]
[There is, certainly.]
I have always known how my story ends, Shiro. I cannot rewrite that. It has already come to pass.
As commendable as your efforts may be, you may do well to cut your losses now.
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[He trails off a little, looking back up to the ceiling. Toward where the stars would be, if they were visible here. The stars started it all, didn't they? Too tempting not to reach out and touch. And from there... everything that followed. Everyone that followed.]
[Chara, included.]
I think we both know I can't do that. [They won't come. They've resigned themselves. Not saving someone is the hardest thing I've ever lived through. Again, and again and again.]
[But it doesn't stop him from pushing himself to his feet. Holding his hand out to them again.]
Pretty sure there's some chocolate left. Back in our quarters.
[Live as though the End is not coming.]
Feel up to it?
[Live as though the End is not coming.] [Just a little while longer?]
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[It seems dreadfully unfair, but as always, standards are different when applied to them.]
I suppose. What have we to lose?
[ha ha]
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[He says it so lightly. So blithely. It's got to be forced. And maybe it is. But he's got to, doesn't he? Got to be in control and steady. Got to make it seem like it's going to be okay.]
[Even when it's killing him. Bit by bit. To know there's nothing he can do but this.]
[His hand stays extended to them. The left one. The real one.]
[Just in case.]
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I seem to have sullied your sense of humor. [By brute forcing their way into his overlarge sense of concern for others, until, little by little, they'd nowhere else to turn.]
I'd apologize, but I hear those sorts of things don't mean much, coming from a corpse.
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[Just ask anyone he's texted puns to at three AM. Or joked about dying to. His sense of humor is either dark or dad-level.]
[Another shake of his head, as he shortens his steps. To make sure they can follow.]
It means something, coming from you, Chara.
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[He's made his point perfectly clear, as far as they're concerned - however little that means, in the long run, because the long run already has its ending set in stone. Even if there were some out, some means of escaping their slumber in the soil, what would that possibly accomplish?]
[They would feel the same way they always have, only somewhere slightly different.]
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[He's not actually sorry. So maybe that will satisfy their question. He knows. But he can't help it any more than he can stop caring about people.]
[His people. And anyone who worms their way into that sphere of concern.]
Not much to gain from being otherwise, is there?
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[Yes, he sounds very sorry. Just absolutely sick and torn up about it.]
It takes the edge off of being long-dead, and just as irrelevant.
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[If he didn't know by now, he'd be a bigger idiot than usual.]
Brace yourself -- because I'm about to tell you nothing's that irrelevant. If it makes you happy.
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[So, you know.]
[Don't talk to them about irrelevance =) ]