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❪ test drive #9 ❫
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YOUR STORY BEGINS  The Storm came. You remember darkness, but you don't remember much after that. You don't know how long you slept, but the dreams were short. You remember the expanse of stars and galaxies in your direct view. Every world and solar system ever known to man was present in your dreams in careful, pristine detail. You also witnessed the Storm, which has devoured a fair portion of these galaxies. Your Earth and similar planets were assimilated by the Storm. Somehow, you knew it would be the last you'd see of your world. That was when she told you what happened. You knew that you'd be living somewhere new. The details weren't clear, but you knew it was a part of a deal with the entity known as Darma - once, you might have been able to speak to her, but now you are only met with silence. When you awake, you will find yourself in Thesa Station. Your body is still cold, you're hungry, and the halls seem frighteningly bare somehow. Exploring the halls brings you to the transporter room, which will give you easy access to and from Nadril... Getting there is a quick process that leaves you feeling vaguely nauseous and out of your own body, and you can’t travel to the rest of the planet just yet, but the space station and the icy colony are yours to explore. A FORCED AWAKENING (THESA STATION)  ... But that is, of course, assuming that your awakening was a smooth one. In the best case scenario, nausea might be the worst you'd feel. For many others, the newly awakened won't be a pleasant one. In the past, the refugees will only wake when they are mentally and physically prepared for it. After all, they are in a whole new galaxy, and dimensions and time were trampled with to make the Intervention possible. Those who witnessed the storm before it devoured their own world would know as well that the Intervention hadn't been a graceful one, and it's exemplified by the way you wake. Alarms on the station will be blaring when you finally come to, siren calls and flashing light invade your already disoriented senses. You'll find yourself face-planted on the cool metallic floor among many others with you. Some, just as confused and unstable as you; others, still sleeping — they're alive, but no matter how much you try to wake them, they will not gain consciousness. Or maybe some will. It seems the best way to approach those in stasis is to put them back into their chambers in hopes that the glitch hadn't disrupted their recovery. Thesa Station has changed though, seemingly overnight. The space that surrounds the station is now in near-total darkness. Where there were once stars across billions of lightyears, it appears as though they're fading — some would flash right before your eyes. This is especially true for those with access to the Observation Room. Alarms will continue to ring as you find your way there. Once inside, you will see visible glitches in the hologram of the multiverses as a ghostly, dark fabric begins to blanket over the shining dots that represents the many stars across many galaxies. As it gathers the stars, it moves even faster. Somehow, you may feel that it's getting closer now. The impending doom of the Storm is now upon the little corner of the universes where Darma found her planet. It's only a matter of time now before the Storm finally, finally, finds El Nysa. THE BUTTERFLY EFFECT
Nadril will remain accessible once you've established footing — it may seem like a welcome change to the steel, alarms, and artificial gravity. Once you've teleported down, your devices will pick up the message from the one and only Nurray, the leader of Nadril.
True to her words, the city square where you've teleported will have been furnished with a new piece of technology. Those who are familiar with Thesa's ins and outs would recognize it as a version of the Virtual Reality machines that can be found up there, but it is made for far more people. This foreboding machine has a shining gate that allows users to simply step through it and disappear into space. However, what you're really doing, is stepping right into the past.  I. Burning Dawn — You can hear the piercing screams even before your surroundings finish rendering. Once they do, searing heat, choking smoke, and flickering flames greet you — you find yourself in the midst of a burning village, at the center of the town square. The streets are swarming with people, both peasants who seem to live here fleeing for their lives and the heavily armored troops who have fanned out throughout the village, armed with torches and spears. Those who are running speak of safety in the forest — a place of refuge, somewhere they can be protected even from these outsiders with their blades and their fire. But reaching the forest means getting past the invaders who are stationed throughout the village and at all the exits. Fight your way out, sneak your way out, or find some other solution — but to escape this simulation you must find a way out. Should you find yourself killed by the invaders, you will respawn back in the village square again, right where you started. There does not seem to be any other way to end the VR session. II. The Escape — It is bitterly cold. You find yourself as part of a caravan — and though no one explicitly says so, you know instinctively that you are traveling north. Snow crunches underneath your feet and soaks through the material of whatever it is you are wearing. There are cliff walls and caverns visible further up ahead, and the path you need to take is a long, winding road that leads to the top of those cliffs. On the horizon are dark clouds, and murmuring around you makes it clear that you all expect a storm. You have perhaps half an hour before it is expected to hit. What you do with that time is up to you, but should you fail to prepare properly and succumb to exposure, the next thing you know you find yourself within the caravan once more, a chill in your soul as you stare out at the approaching storm. Thirty minutes... III. Crime — "Catch!" Someone calls that word out to you, and a moment later, a small wrapped package is dropped into your arms. There is a flurry of movement from somewhere behind you, and suddenly, men garbed in Olympian insignias — older than the versions worn in Olympia these days, but still recognizable — appear, brandishing swords at you. "Stop! Thief!" If the guards catch you, the scenery around you will distort, and you will find yourself back at the start of the simulation, with a package thrown into your arms. But if you flee, if you evade the guards for long enough through the twists and turns of the Olympian markets of hundreds of years ago, and manage to lose them... When you come out of the VR session, you find yourself gripping a small trinket of some kind — an antique bracelet, or perhaps a goblet, or some other bauble of Olympian make. It is very old, and it is yours to keep. IV. ...And Punishment — The rattling of chains fills your ears as the walls of some kind of cell form themselves around you. There are shackles around your wrists, connected to chains which are bolted to the stones hemming you in. There are others chained here with you, and as you begin to process what you're seeing, someone enters the cell. It's a large, imposing man with scale-like skin, and he takes one of the others in your cell and hauls them away. Minutes later, from outside, you hear screaming — and then utter silence. The man will return in thirty-minute intervals, dragging the inhabitants of the cell away for execution until he gets to you. If you do nothing, you will meet your end in a variety of ways — beheaded by an axe, perhaps, or drawn and quartered, or boiled alive. Should that happen, you will awake in the cell again, until you find a way to free yourself and escape. V. Castaways — The tang of sea salt fills the air as the image of the ocean builds itself around you. You find yourself on the deck of a ship, sailing away from the isles of El Nysa, toward the thick, thick fog that has kept everyone fenced in for so long. "It's never been done before, crew," shouts a man with a thick beard, wearing the clothes of a captain. "But today, we'll be the first! Full speed ahead!" The ship sails directly into the fog, and it seeps in around you, obscures your vision and becomes so thick that it's almost hard to breathe. But you can hear the waves breaking on the ship's hull, and everything is fine. Until it's not. Until the sound of the waves breaking is the sound of waves crashing, until the wind whips around you and howls but does not clear away the fog. There's a sickening crunch as the mast cracks and twists and falls, shattering the deck and sending you and everyone around you into the icy cold depths of the sea. The isles are back the way you came, but can you make it? Try — because should you sink to the depths of the sea, you'll only find yourself on the ship's deck again once you open your eyes. INVISIBLE WIRES
While there are no apparent seasons in the everwinter of Nadril, the diverse flora is not all year round. Now, with the coming of the most distant moon of the year, there grows a beautiful red vine. It snakes upwards from the ice, bright red against the glowing scenery. Growing along houses, coiled up tree trunks, and spidering over the ground, the plant is resilient and quickly adapts to any terrain.
It's quite the sight to behold, but get close and the veinlike roots fade, becoming entirely invisible. Like this, the vine ensnares its prey. A small tendril wraps around your finger, your neck, or burrows into your chest to entwine your heart. Each plant chooses two hosts in this way, binding them together with a sharp ache that becomes more severe the greater the distance between them grows. You may be alone when afflicted, left to suffer the night wandering to find your other half to soothe the pain. The vine withers after about 24 hours, leaving behind no trace, however, resisting its pull has been known to draw blood from the most stubborn obstinate victims. FINAL OOC NOTES
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Ok.
So Shiro's reaaaaaaally mellowed out while in stasis if that pinky promise gesture is anything to go by, and Lance still feels a little bit like he might be watching a malfunctioning roomba being adorable, but whatever the heck's going on, iit's not something he's going to figure out by staring at Shiro. They don't have time for this, or for bantering about this party that they are definitely going to have.]
Well you see... [He'll grab onto both the floating arm and Shiro's huma arm tight.] ... we're going on a journey. We're buzzing right on out of the visible spectrum and zipping right on out of here in style when that door opens, easy mode.
[He can turn invisible -- god why can't he just say that. Lance closes his eyes, concentrating. Shiro won't feel an change, but just like that Lance vanishes and if he looks down at his own body, he'll find he's not there either.]
And poof! See? They'll never see us coming. You can hold the applause for later though, they can still hear us.
[And though there isn't a face to see, it's obvious that he's grinning as he tugs Shiro up to his feet. Come on, space dad. Time to wait for the lizard men to come through that door....]
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and a pinky promise for the whole arm thing, which is ridiculous all on its own, but the effort seems to have calmed the other down a little in the interim, and that's good enough for him.
at the very least, now, he'll keep his mouth shut and just trust that lance knows what he's doing — because clearly he's been out of stasis longer, clearly he knows a thing or two about what's going on around here and. clearly … he's picked up some new powers along the way?
because sure enough, when he looks down it's like he's just poofed out of existence, and while it catches him by surprise and he has questions he'll hold them for when there's time to both ask and get answers. he knows better than to let his curiosity get the better of him now, when they're still waiting to get back into the clear.
still. he can hear the sound of that grin in his voice. he doesn't need to see it. ) I can't exactly applaud when you have my other hand, anyway. ( there's a tiny bit of laughter in his own voice, because that joke … just needed to be made, because it's keeping up with the thread of the conversation, and is helping to keep them both away from the edge of anxiety.
well, it is for him, anyway. ) Nice trick, though. You'll have to tell me how you learned it once we're out of here. ( tell him your secrets, grandmaster. )
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Obviously, he missed Shiro a lot. Might've babbled at him a bunch of times while the guy was still sleeping in his pod and there was nobody else to talk to in the treehouse and he was feeling lonely, but amidst all the chaos of following the guy into this damn simulation, it hadn't really clicked into place just how relieved he is to be having a real and proper conversation with Shiro again.
Lance grasps Shiro's hands -- both human and mechanical -- tighter for a moment.]
You bet, Shiro. We can trade stories all day.
[Just as soon as they're out of this hiccup.
The footsteps outside come to a halt and Lance snaps his face towards the door, tugging Shiro along. The guards move with laser precision; they've "processed" so many prisoners that they move swiftly and efficiently. The heavy door swings open and the prisoners shrink back, desperately trying not to draw attention to themselves.
Though Lance knows he guards can't physically see them, he still holds his breath as two pass him to yank their next victim up onto their feet.]
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he won't know about those conversations unless the other chooses to tell him about them, though it would stand to reason that they would be something he would want to keep to himself and he wouldn't blame him; the things one might talk about when they think it's all going unheard tend to be the most honest ones, the most incriminating ones when it all comes down to it, when secrets are spilled after being kept for so long. or maybe it's something as simple as relaying the details of the mundane day-to-day because there's no one else to talk to.
whatever it is, shiro would be more than endeared that lance had chosen him to ramble at while he was still asleep. more than endeared. and they're going to have so much catching up to do once this is all said and done.
and maybe he's holding his breath, too, even though they're going unseen; when the door opens for another prisoner to be retrieved, he swears his heart moves up into the back of his throat where it stays, lodged in a way that no amount of swallowing around the lump will dislodge it, and even though this is nothing more than a simulation, nothing else has ever felt so real. nothing else has ever filled him with so much dread.
except, maybe, his time spent with the galra. but that's neither here nor there.
his voice drops low, barely even a whisper as the fingers of his human hand squeeze lance's own in reassurance. ) You've got this, Lance. ( a beat. ) I believe in you.
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A guard snaps their face towards them, ears sharp as it catches this disembodied whispering, fixing both of them with a cold, inhuman stare. Lance stops breathing entirely, suddenly afraid that even that might attract more attention. His hand tightens around Shiro's human one, both wanting to comfort and to be comforted. The moment passes as the guard turns away from the wall, but there's a bead of cold sweat trickling down Lance's forehead.
Their next victim lets out a sob as she's hauled up onto her feet. Wild-eyed and desperate, she digs her fingers into the crevices between the stone walls, screaming as she's ripped away by the chains. The next few seconds pass in the blink of an eye, yet Lance sees it all like it's in stroboscopic motion. As the prisoner whirls on her heel, the momentum carries her directly towards the wall where he and Shiro are hiding in plain sight.
They're only invisible, they're not intangible and the guards are definitely going to notice if the woman crashes into something that's not there.
We have to move!
Grabbing Shiro's arm, he tugs as hard as he can, trying to get them both headed towards the door before anything else can happen.[