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"the trees rustle in the evening when we stand uneasy before our own thoughts."
With the events of Del Pascia behind the Moira, things are only now beginning to settle—and not very well. Through the combined efforts of some of the crew, D-E-L and her permanent residents were incinerated into the dust of space. While it’s not the most peaceful end, it is one, and not many are going to be thinking back on how nice Del Pascia’s facilities were for quite some time. Repairing what they could of the ship’s interior and putting as much distance between the Moira and the prison as possible, those aboard are informed by Navigation that they are approaching another planet. This means, of course, the potential for better supplies, as some things are beginning to dwindle, and the Captains elect to dock so long as the crew follows protocol. WELCOME TO AMISSIS-RE
Amissis-Re is an unregistered planet with no documented histories or signs of life. The Moira’s Navigation crew have scanned the planet for any usable resources and have discovered a faint signal emitting from beneath the surface of Amissi-Re. Using the transporters and any other crafts located in the Cargo Bay, the crew are able to travel to the source of the signal. Upon arriving in its exact location, they’ll find a small series of lakes that lead to a tower-like structure that appears to be in use. Crew must cross a poorly assembled bridge system that sways and dips when weight is applied to it in order to gain access to the entrance. Once there, a woman comes out to greet them and explains, excitedly, that she is so very happy that they have come to Amissis-Re.
Everyone can go home.
Their host insists that she has done the impossible and has somewhat fixed the Ingress that’s been built on Amissis-Re a long time ago, and what’s more, she can send crew home for short bursts of time. Upon following this woman inside, crew will find that the planet is not, in fact, barren at all. Diving deep into the underbelly of Amissis-Re, it’s like an eternal factory of machines, and while vast, for whatever reason, it also seems incredibly welcoming...
☄ LEAP OF FAITH ( 05.01 and on ) The barren planet of Amissis-Re is devoid of vegetation and organic life except for a lone woman, and the planet itself is an intricate honeycomb of machines that go for miles below the surface. Yet, that seems insignificant and unimportant in comparison to the news that the crew has just received. After Thán has looked at the Ingress, he tells the crew that he cannot say for certain that it is properly functioning, but Emiri native, Ben Link, will volunteer to test it out.
An elevator takes crew down to a glass platform that overlooks an inverted Ingress portal. In order to return home, the Moirans will have to take a leap of faith and jump in. Ben, in order to show his commitment to the crew and willingness to help get them home, takes that jump with Captain Thán seconds behind him. Jumping feels like dropping through wind; lights swirl, it’s warm, and a soft buzzing encompasses you as you fall. You don’t feel the landing. One moment you’re falling, and the next, you’re in a new world.
A few hours pass before a similar elevator rises from below and to the left of the Ingress, stopping beside the platform. Ben and Thán step out unharmed.
It works, and everyone can temporarily go home. Will you jump? ☄ COMBINE THE EXTREMES ( 05.01 and on ) The woman that greeted the crew and led them to the platform will allow anyone that wants to go home the opportunity to go. There’s only one catch: it’s not permanent. She’s worked for years to fix the Ingress so that she can return to her own home but hasn’t been able to make the trip an everlasting one. Everyone always comes back. Always. They go for a few hours, at first, but that amount of time increases with each visit.
The one guideline, she says, is that you can’t go alone. Each trip requires a partner, or it becomes too much for the mind to bear. These rules are simple: the world takes shape depending on who jumps first, but if crew go hand-in-hand and leap at the same time, the worlds combine. This new world will be populated with people that existed in both and may appear to be a jarring combination of both worlds. It may seem unusual, but if the woman is asked, she’ll explain that the combined world does exist as there are more universes than can be imagined. The Ingress tries to take the person to their own home, their original home, but when jumping together, it finds the closest possible match and deposits them there instead.
From that point on, you can travel the world together or split up, but remember, this world is a living, functioning world. It doesn’t matter if it’s the home of one crew member or a combination. You meet other people. You can get hurt. You influence and are influenced by others.
Be cautious, and enjoy your visit “home”. ☄ LINGER ON ( 05.05 and on ) The more times the Amissis-Re Ingress is visited, the more it seems that your trips last longer and the experience becomes even more vivid. More real and harder to distinguish from the current reality that you know. It’s difficult to explain why, but you get the feeling that maybe if you went without the aid of the host, that perhaps you’d be able to stay. Forever. It takes some subterfuge, but in time, you see your chance: she’s nowhere in sight, and you take it.
The world you are in now is completely your own, whether another crew member accompanied you or not. The people you know are there, everything around you is exactly as you remember. A few hours pass, and you don’t feel that familiar tug, that invisible hook at the base of your spine that signals that your visit is over. Even more time goes by, and you’re still in that world, your home. When the first day has passed, you begin to question if you’ll ever go back, or if life on the Moira was all a dream. The person with you won’t be able to convince you otherwise, and they’ll start to feel less real, a stranger that you used to know.
There’s only one way to go back to the Moira. Someone from the other side has to come in and retrieve you both. Once in, contact with a third will jump-start a link through the Ingress, and it will pull all crew back to the platform.
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thisavrou_log2016-05-01 09:04 pm
HEE HEE HEE
He stops, giving Frisk a funny look--a smile like Frisk has asked something very peculiar indeed.]
You wanted to see where I grew up, didn't you?
[Inside the tube, the light is steady. If Frisk comes closer, it will be clear the colour is not from light but from liquid: LCL, the primordial liquid of life, the blood of Lilith. Beneath the floor, too--and pumped through several of the tubes in the ceiling. Were Frisk to place their hand on the glass, it would be warm to the touch--just shy of hot, in fact.
37 degrees Celsius. The temperature of the human body.
This is what you asked for, Frisk. So what's wrong?]
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[Frisk goes a little pale and turns back to the tube, staring at it in mild horror. They know that Kaworu had been made, pieced together from something else and given another being's soul to serve as his own, but this is--! Even when Alphys had been hiding the amalgamates, they hadn't been stuffed into tubes!!]
They kept you in here?!
[It's horrible and it's not fair and Frisk doesn't even know what to do about it.]
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[Kaworu answers without further affect, his smile benignly calm. He has no idea what they're getting upset about; he can tell that Frisk is having a strong reaction to it, but he has no idea why.]
See? It's not so hard to understand. Since we're here, I'll tell you something interesting. This liquid is what Lilim calls LCL. I've been told that they keep its origins a secret.
The blood of Lilith, your mother... from that, all life on earth originates. But now Lilim uses it for its science.
Anyway, the old men have no need for me until the promised time... so it really only makes sense. I have no use for that time, either.
[What are they going to do, assign someone to keep track of him--and keep him on track--for fifteen years? Of course not.
It'd be a huge liability. Even Kaworu understands that.
He's only here for one thing, after all.]
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[Frisk has been thinking that a lot, lately.]
[There's nothing right about any of this, on any level, and the fact that Kaworu accepts it so easily--even thinks that it's good for him--makes Frisk's throat close and their eyes well up. But they can't run over to him like they want to--he can't seem to be too close to them while they're here. If those men were willing to lock him up just to keep him from getting an idea of his own, what would they do if he seemed to have a friend? Is Frisk putting him in danger just by being here?]
[Small arms wrap around their middle and Frisk bows their head, hiding the tears rolling down their face.]
That's not...it's not fair. It shouldn't have to be like that!
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I don't understand.
[His tone is gentle, if frank.
He wants to understand. That's the entire problem on the Moira, really--his purpose in looking forward to meeting Shinji. He wants to know, to experience and explore the human heart, inscrutable and incomplete and tragic though it is.
And Frisk's heart... is very human.
The concept of 'fairness'... in it, Lilim show an intrinsic awareness of their own pain by attributing to it the same concept of equilibrium by which the physical world must abide. But the potential for pain in the heart is limitless.
He doesn't know where Frisk's pain comes from, but he recognises it as pain of the heart. Something about this....]
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[Breaths that hover a thread away from sobs stutter and slow, forced into a rhythm so that Frisk can try and think again past the hurt. Just count to ten.]
It's...you're not a thing. You shouldn't be treated like one.
[That's not all of it, but it's a start. Small steps, try to keep it simple.]
I know they...they made you to do one thing. But that doesn't mean you deserve that. You're not...you're alive.
[How many times had Flowey cursed Alphys for doing what she had done? Frisk couldn't blame him entirely, even if they understood that Alphys had never meant for things to fall out that way. But these scientists here aren't her. They weren't operating on panicked need and a blind hope things would turn out for the best.]
You should have a real life, and your...your own choices.
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He meant what he said just a few seconds ago:
'I have no use for that time, either.']
There's no need to be upset.
[He is touched that Frisk is this upset. Because it means that Frisk cares about him that much.
That they feel his pain is important enough to believe it exists. Yet...
Frisk isn't trying to understand him at all. ]
After all, I'm here now. And I have something to look forward to.
[He lifts his head with a smile, raising his eyes as though to stare through the ceiling and into the future. A future which is coming closer every second.
Now, he needs only to be patient.]
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[He isn't like them at all.]
[It doesn't make what happened any less wrong, but they know how it irks him when people around him make assumptions with no base in fact. With one deep, hitching breath Frisk scrubs at their eyes to wipe away tears that, at least for his perspective, aren't needed.]
...yeah.
[Following his gaze, Frisk looks up towards the surface with a faint frown. Whatever is waiting up there for Kaworu...they hope it's what he wishes for.]
If we come back, you think I can meet him next time?
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....we'll see.
[But.
He looks back at the smaller child next to him, his smile shrinking down to a ghost of itself--then dissipating entirely into a rare, businesslike seriousness.]
For now, we need to hide you.
[Sorry, not sorry. But where he's going... you cannot follow.]
We've been here too long as it is. It's only because this room's contents are secret that we've gone undisturbed.
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Okay.
[Frisk is a little disappointed that they won't be able to accompany Kaworu, but...well, maybe they can find a way to sneak out of this lab and join him on the surface. They'll have to be careful, though.]
Do you know a good place I can stay?
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SEELE didn't design their inner sanctum thoughtlessly. It's a place full of secrets--its very location is secret, in fact--but not the kind that will hide a small human.
If he didn't already know that this room would see further use before the final writ of SEELE's prophecies, he'd leave Frisk here--where the only people likely to enter were the old men themselves and a couple of other specially privileged individuals.
But even that didn't matter. He could feel that they were likely already too late. He would have to take his chances.
He studies the single door in and out of the room wordlessly for a short moment. Then he gives Frisk a short look.]
Go to the other side of the pillar and make yourself as small as you can. Be prepared to run.
[And so saying, he walks to the door.
Where they're already waiting.]
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[They can do this. They can. Stay determined.]
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It's a strange thing to happen. He never specifically wanted it to, but... it has now become obvious that this is the case.
He has no time to ruminate on that development, though.]
...
[He opens the door.]
--ah. Hello.
[It is convenient for him that he smiles so easily. The six armed men and women on the other side of the door regard him with neither patience nor affection.]
"Tabris. Your access of this chamber was unordered and unauthorised. We are here to escort you to a council provisional children's session. Account for your business."
[So that's how this will go.
SEELE does not move slowly.
There was almost certainly an order to investigate his activity as soon as he requested and received entrance to this room. Already two of the personnel are moving to pass him on either side, as soon as he steps out of the doorway.
Is it to perform escort? Or to sweep the room's interior?
They have no way of knowing the significance of the room or its secrets... but he should stop this before it progresses further.
For many reasons.]
No business. But this room's contents are confidential, permitted only to authorised entrants.
I will accept your escort, so please step back from the doorway.
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[Frisk frowns and shrinks down a little lower, trying to stay as quiet as possible, barely even breathing. Tabris? Is that what they call him here? Or is that what Kaworu 'is'?]
[Either way, Kaworu is pretty clearly already in trouble, and it makes guilt curl up in Frisk's gut. Why did the Ingress have to take them both here?]
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Days which are, by his presence, fast upon them.
So his escort gives him space to pass, and he walks into their midst, all but a tiny segment of him totally relaxed--his hands are in his pockets, his smile calm--but the two who had meant to enter the room push past him, followed by a third, and he knows his game is already up.
Oh well.
He watches, silent, as the first two circle around the central pillar, the third stationing herself just inside, weapon raised and ready.
Unnecessary dramatics any time but this one.
His expression hardens a little, mouth tightening into a line of disappointment--or at least displeasure.
Well--]
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[Their muscles tense, and they takes several slow, deep breaths to try and get their racing heart under control. Three seconds until the guards will see them. Two...one...]
[Just barely before they come into view Frisk springs into action, leaping up and darting around the cylinder with as much speed and agility they can muster. And for what it's worth it's impressive, and Frisk can only hope that the shock of their appearance will buy them enough time to get past the rest and out down the hall.]
[Almost there--]
Content warning for this tag and the next few: child murder :I
[One of them is startled enough to flinch. One of three. The other two, though--
Two shots ring out, simultaneously. One narrowly misses Frisk, whipping through their hair at the back of their head as they dash for the door.
The other, however--the one fired by the woman right behind them--strikes the running child directly in the back, penetrating flesh and sweater to pierce right through one of Frisk's lungs... and out the other side.
In the doorway, Kaworu watches, silent. Unreactive. He makes no move to stop anyone, nor flinches when he sees Frisk go down. His hands are still in his pockets, his expression unchanged.
.......
Not fast enough, Frisk.]
cw: really horrifying child death
[The first is that guns are very, very loud, especially in an enclosed room.]
[The second is that guns are much, much faster than monster bullets.]
[The third is that being shot hurts.]
[The bullet tears through Frisk's chest and they shout in shock and pain, stumbling and falling to the floor as their brain tries to process it. Blood is pooling on the floor and filling their lungs, and Frisk can't even begin to try breathing. Can't move their body.]
[Their SOUL is trembling, cracking. They can't let it rise out, not here, they can't try to RESET...but Frisk doesn't want to die. They can't die, they can't, they won't, they won't, they won't they won't they won't they won't--!]
Probably the last tag requiring content warning????
Two more bullets--loud, deafeningly loud--finish the job with brutal efficiency.
Their blood spatters the cryptically diagrammed floor.
But no doubt the bullets will have ruined it anyway.
Kaworu's unsympathetic frown still doesn't change.
Timeline over...
Time to go 'home.']
HOORAY CHILD UN-DEAD...IFIED...I swear Frisk isn't a zombie
[And for once, it isn't followed by Asgore's concerned voice urging them to keep going.]
[Frisk wakes in the med bay, and it's only confusing that the smell is sterile rather than old and musty. They blink and sit up on the cot, rubbing their head with a grimace before looking around.]
[Oh. How long has Kaworu been waiting for them?]
...sorry. I didn't mean to get you in trouble.
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What he says is:]
Once you were dead, my time there was limited.
[Is that bitterness or just indifference?]
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[Frisk blinks and frowns, moving to start climbing down off the bed.]
It pulled you back?
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...mmn.
...you want me to help you try again?
[It's already a given that Kaworu will want to go back with someone.]
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He doesn't really understand what makes Frisk willing to do it again.
...no, yes he does.
But really?
A smirk cracks Kaworu's callous countenance--it's not really a nice smirk, either. If such a thing is even possible.]
You really are desperate, aren't you?
Well, I won't stop you. After all, I need someone else to get through that gate.
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kARL I SWEAR TO GOD
this is the most healthy of friendships, right?
don't mind me, just being fucking Unnerved over here in Adult Town
little swapping of the order here, don't mind us
Sans is actually the most responsible person in this room! ...or is he.
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I used the wrong icon for the last tag omf
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Does this even need more to it I somehow doubt it
it really doesn't
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THERE it goes
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Reads tag, quietly whispers "Adam is not God" under his breath
we chose this hell
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