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"if you must leave a place, leave it any way except a slow way; leave it the fastest way you can."
This is known to be true: when looking at the calculations, combining theory and science and magic, attempting to prove or disprove something that has spent over a hundred lifetimes trying to perfect, continuous disappointment and failure are persuasive motivators. The Ingress has been called many things and has never been approached with any kind of certainty.
The host, who has generously allowed the crew to come and go as they please, who has stood beside the Ingress and assisted in temporary travel, is abruptly nowhere to be found. Their normally empty work station has three notebooks resting on it, different sizes and colors, and anyone that has paid attention will recognize them as items the host was constantly jotting down notes into. The first crew members to take them may keep them forever. And not long after noticing the host is missing, the Ingress begins to hum and turn, its once blue swirls twisting black and deep purples. Some will hear sounds coming from inside, echoing up from below the ledge, and some will see wisps of smoke. Others, the unlucky few, will be awestruck, unable to utter a single word.
Communication between the ship and Amissis-Re will be broken, meaning that the captains won’t know what’s going on in time to stop crew from jumping in. The choice, and the consequences, are completely up to each Moiran.
☄ BACKWARDS & UPSIDE DOWN You’ve jumped.
This is your world, clear to you by the buildings, the people, and all the small details that tell you that this is home. Everything is off, but at first, you can’t place it. You take a step forward, but your body moves back. You lift your hand up, and it moves down. Every single, aching second that passes goes in the wrong direction. Your body feels younger, rather than older. What you might have known at twenty-five fades away, a distant memory that you can’t quite remember. Time is backwards. The world is upside down. The longer you’re there, the harder it is to remember who you are. Getting home is the same as it was before, but you’re completely at the mercy of the Alter-Ingress.
☄ THE WORST OF BOTH WORLDS Leaping into the Alter-Ingress at the same time has shown Moirans a combined world, a perfect mix of both crew members’ homes. This jump is much the same, but the differences are abrupt and immediately noticeable. This isn’t equal proportions of good and bad, of both worlds swirled together seamlessly. It’s worse. It’s jarring. A jumbled-up mess. Buildings are cut up and smashed together, though nobody seems to notice that it’s not normal except you. Crime runs rampant. The very worst parts of both worlds exist in this one, and absolutely nothing of the good can be found. If you come across someone that you know, they, like this world, will only exhibit characteristics of what’s wrong here.
Be very careful about the choices you make here. Injuries will leave a lasting mark. Deaths will be semi-permanent. ☄ THIS ISN'T HELL, IT'S MY HOME What is the worst reality that you can imagine? Death, loss, or misery? Perhaps physical or mental torment? That is not this place. You’ve dove through the Alter-Ingress and landed in the host’s home—minutes before it’s gone. The world inverts, folding in on itself all around you. People bearing a resemblance to the host run, some fall, and some are already gone. The host stands in the middle of it all and watches, taking no action. Those that are close enough will hear them speak, but to no one in particular.“Time isn’t easily bent or controlled. The Ingress technology, this Alter-Ingress that I’ve made, it lacks permanency. No matter how many times I come back, I always end up right here.” The insight is followed by the sound of metal against metal, rock crashing against rock, and the ground below you splinters and moves. Whether you fall, are crushed, or some other horror is sprung upon you, you’ll wake up on the jump pad above the Alter-Ingress, breathless and alone even with the crew around you. Choosing to stay in a loop of loss that can’t be changed rather than never return to Amissis-Re again, the Host never comes back from within the Alter-Ingress.
The captains ask crew to help make her creation unusable but not to turn it off.
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thisavrou_log2016-05-19 11:38 pm
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So I lost my chance. Damn it.
[ Humor does very little to distract from their situation, and when after a pause Eggsy speaks again in a lower tone, Bruce can't bring himself to dismiss it. Other people would probably tell him it's fine, but Bruce isn't going to ignore the gravity of their situation. He just nods, not looking at Eggsy. ] I will.
[ There's a brief moment where he thinks about his own situation— without the Hulk, is he really indestructible? Or could he die too right now? Before he asks Eggsy for the exact same favor, though, a large figure turns a corner, a creature covered in metal and armed with a long spear, taller than either of them even while hunched over. There's some good feet of distance between them, but the moment it sees them, it starts making its way towards them fast, jaw opening as it lets out a threatening growl. ]
Shit. Shit, we need to— [ To what? Run? Like the Chitauri wouldn't catch them. He just knows he can't let Eggsy fight it, much less so when he's injured. ]
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Eggsy didn't want either of them to get hurt, and he remembers what it felt like when he'd died before. Like everything all at once and then nothing. He thinks of the way it keeps him up sometimes, how hard it was after, but it's nothing compared to what it's like when he thinks of something happening to Bruce. What it would be like if Bruce died. If he got hurt on Eggsy's watch, and wasn't able to go back to whoever it was that was waiting for him on the Moira.
He makes the decision without much pause, a quick flicker of thought and emotion and then he's pulling away from Bruce, pushing him back and lurching forward.]
Get the fuck outta here, Bruce.
[Eggsy runs towards the creature covered in metal, determines what he'll need to do to avoid the spear, and then he's ducking, ankle forgotten, fist colliding with the creature's side. It's like striking stone and he stumbles backwards and to the side.]
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By the time his thoughts catch up, he's already too close. Much closer than he ever should have been. Bruce feels his stomach hit the floor with such a sudden violence that he almost throws up from pure fear, and when he opens his mouth, his voice is unstable, wavering, the single word a mangled thing spilling from his lips. ]
Eggsy!
[ He's useless. He's watching his friend practically sacrifice himself for Bruce's sake, and he's just standing there, unable to do or say anything to change any of this.
He looks around, frantic. There has to be something, anything— he finds a piece of metal, some kind of broken crowbar, and he picks it up. Instead of doing what Eggsy told him, he runs towards the pair. The Chitauri is barely affected by the initial blow, and Bruce knows that given the chance, he won't hesitate to kill Eggsy. So he can't hesitate either. ]
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It takes all his skill and how much he doesn't want Bruce to get hurt for him to manage to keep on fighting.]
NO! Get the fuck outta here.
[Because as much as he knows that Bruce is tough, the hulk isn't around and Bruce is just skin and bone. He can be hurt and Eggsy couldn't stand it. He kicks and swipes out at the Chitauri, he's outmatched, but the creatures attention is on him. He sees the spear go up, and Eggsy lifts his hands defensively.]
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There's no time to think, and that's probably a good thing. If there were then Bruce might have hesitated for long enough to not do anything on time, as it is he simply rushes and steps in, placing himself between Eggsy and that spear. There's a blunt and sharp pain as the pointed tip pierces through his stomach, his gasp breathless and choked, one hand clinging to the arm of his attacker.
The Chitauri opens its jaw and growls loudly at him, in some kind of... victory cry? Annoyance? Bruce doesn't know. The crowbar is tight in his other hand, and Bruce knows he has to do this. One last act to make sure this creature won't be able to go after Eggsy afterwards.
Putting all the force he has into one single strike, he shoves one end of the metal through the side of the Chitauri's neck, on the weak spot of its armor where the flesh is exposed. The spear impaling him shifts and pushes in deeper at the effort, and he cries out loudly in pain, though not stopping as he yanks the crowbar back out and lets the creature bleed to death. Shouldn't take too long, anyway.
Shouldn't take too long for him, either. ]
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Bruce?
[Eggsy grabs Bruce from behind, his hands curling around the spear to hold it against Bruce's abdomen. He's not supposed to move it. Leave it. That's right, isn't it? He tries to support Bruce's weight, tries to lower them both to the ground gently, but he's clumsy with it, his ankle gives out and he hits the ground hard, Bruce sprawled out somewhat on top of him.]
No, no. [His hands circle the spear, pressing down, applying as much pressure as he can.] Bruce, please. You're gonna be okay.
We need hel-help. Somebody help!
[There's blood on his hands, and emotion is getting the better of him. Logically, he knows there's nobody around to help, they're too far from the hospital, but the Ingress could pull them back, it could help them.]
Y-you gotta breathe, can't die, Bruce. [His eyes well up.] Oh, fuck this is all my fault. I should've been more careful. I need you, yeah? Just hold on til the Ingress pulls us back.
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His heart keeps beating fast in some desperate attempt to keep blood pumping through him, but in the end he only keeps losing more and more. But it's fine. He managed to stop the creature, and save Eggsy too. Whatever happens now... is an acceptable price to pay. ]
It's alright. I'm— I'm okay. Eggsy. I'm okay. [ His voice is quiet but shaky, almost as if it trembles while his body's still in Eggsy's hold. His eyes can't focus on anything, so he doesn't bother trying to look up, just resting his head against Eggsy's shoulder. ] Doesn't... doesn't hurt.
[ Which really only means that he's dying all the faster but he's not scared. God, he's been scared of so much in his life, but he's not scared of this. ]
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[Eggsy can't seem to catch his breath or focus on anything. It's like the moment his mind calculated the damage to Bruce's body that it completely refused to take an active approach to get him help. That he knows he can't do anything, even if he can't admit that there's nothing he can do.
It's only moments that pass but it feels like hours, everything all down to right now.]
You gotta be okay. Wait, yeah? Just wait. We'll go back soon.
[He presses the side of his face to Bruce's, gasping as his body shakes, tears spilling out. Eggsy feels it, the familiar tug of the Ingress at the base of his spine, the pull, but it's slow, too slow.]
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His body goes from too heavy to nearly weightless, and he groans softly, closing his eyes and welcoming whatever follows. It's unfamiliar, but Bruce isn't scared— he's just sorry that Eggsy is, that he's making his friend cry right now.
But it'll be alright. He'll be alive and if Bruce doesn't come back, Eggsy will work through it eventually, and at least the Hulk will be gone for good. Or he will come back, like others have in the past— either way it goes, the sacrifice will have been worth it.
So it's with no fear and a sense of peace that he takes one last breath, exhales, and simply slips away. ]
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The spear disappears on the way back through, but his eyes are closed, doesn't notice. He doesn't open them until they're back, the platform familiar, and numb fingers press the buttons on his MID.]
harry help
[When the Host approaches them he yells something, something crude and disrespectful and broken, doesn't want her touching Bruce. Then he doesn't move, just waits, holds Bruce close. ]
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[ There's something to be said for the kind of haste one can manage when someone dear has called for help. Harry is moving before he's really thought about it and then he's moving very quickly indeed. Once he's on the planet he makes his way the Ingress room as a quick clip. There is a time for a calm pace and this is not it.
The Host is just outside the room and Harry does his part to apologize. A promise that he'll take care of this as expeditiously as possible before he goes in himself. And sees Eggsy holding the dead body of Bruce.
Fuck. ]
...Eggsy. You can't stay here.
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[Eggsy sends the message, time seeming to melt, and he's not really sure how much time has passed when Harry shows up.]
What?
[He glances up sharply, wrapping his arms around Bruce tighter, glaring at Harry's through the tears running down his face.]
Where am I supposed to go then? I can't leave 'im here like this. [He chokes down a sob, all the heat leaving his expression.] Harry, I couldn't save him.
We've gotta do somethin'.
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There isn't anything that you or I can do for him now.
[ He sighs softly. It's painful, seeing him like this but they can't stay here like this direct. ]
You need to let him go so that his body can be returned to the ship.