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saturations) wrote2022-02-28 08:34 pm
saturations) wrote2022-02-28 08:34 pm
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[ Good morning.
Thursday should have been just like any other day -- but to your chagrin, before you can get your breakfast in, your vision twist and distorts. The scenery shifts, going black and white, glitching, and you hear an earsplitting pitch of something not of this world, overwhelming your senses. It gets painful, and it gets dark.
When the sound finally quiets, the frequency fading from your head, you find yourself in a very strange place. There is no sign of life, only desolate, blackened earth, the glow of foreign liquid and streams of energy being your sources of light. In the horizon, you see stars that stretch forever.
Welcome to the Edge of the Universe.
There is nobody else here that you can see, but yourselves, and each other. But staying brings cold chill that seeps through your clothes, down to your skin.
Where to go from here? ]
Thursday should have been just like any other day -- but to your chagrin, before you can get your breakfast in, your vision twist and distorts. The scenery shifts, going black and white, glitching, and you hear an earsplitting pitch of something not of this world, overwhelming your senses. It gets painful, and it gets dark.
When the sound finally quiets, the frequency fading from your head, you find yourself in a very strange place. There is no sign of life, only desolate, blackened earth, the glow of foreign liquid and streams of energy being your sources of light. In the horizon, you see stars that stretch forever.
Welcome to the Edge of the Universe.
There is nobody else here that you can see, but yourselves, and each other. But staying brings cold chill that seeps through your clothes, down to your skin.
Where to go from here? ]
[ the thing is, vanille is used to waking up in strange, unfamiliar places without anyone else around. at least she's not alone, which has also been a common thread, but... usually it's with people she's a little more comfortable with. not to say that she's uncomfortable with danny and 9s—she just hasn't gotten the chance to talk much with them since they all arrived at the prism. maybe this'll afford an opportunity to fix that...?
in any case, she looks around, frowning as she surveys the dark, desolate, lonely landscape that surrounds them. ]
Where...are we? Hello? [ she brings her arms close, hugging them to herself. ] And why is it always cold...?
in any case, she looks around, frowning as she surveys the dark, desolate, lonely landscape that surrounds them. ]
Where...are we? Hello? [ she brings her arms close, hugging them to herself. ] And why is it always cold...?
[ ....honestly yeah, this is not Danny's first (or second, or third) rodeo with waking up in unexpected places either. At least there's others to help figure out what's going on. He glances at Vanille and 9S, and then at the world around them. It's...honestly kind of breathtaking. Empty and cold, but the sky is beautiful. ]
I...don't know. Is this some new part of the Prism?
[ he looks around. is there an archway anywhere? ]
I...don't know. Is this some new part of the Prism?
[ he looks around. is there an archway anywhere? ]
[ Welp. Seems like 9S is the only one who doesn't have a lot of experience with this. He, too, eventually comes to, a hand gripped at the side of his face as the splitting feeling that shoots through his head gradually begins to fade. ]
Eurgh— What...
[ Dumbly, he looks up, head circling around. Is it just them three...? ]
... Has to be this place's lousy tricks again.
Eurgh— What...
[ Dumbly, he looks up, head circling around. Is it just them three...? ]
... Has to be this place's lousy tricks again.
[ I really want you guys to stop waking up in weird places, where is your home security?
You see no archways, yet. You appear to be on an... well, almost an island, sort of. It's floating in the midst of space, and while you see other islands in the distance, they seem closed off and far away. You certainly won't be able to reach them by foot regardless, as far away as they are, but your gut instincts are telling you they're not important.
As you stay, you feel the presence of... something, but you know naught of what. It feels solemn, and yet, also restless. You don't see any spirits around you, but you can almost hear the faint traces of whispers.
While it's hard to really pinpoint a source, if you squint, you can see some vague... let's say, concentrations of colour. They're still rather faint, but you can just barely see them, distinct from the nebulous and colourful aether that spots the scenery here and there. Let's say, kind of like these, but more transparent -- and they come in a more neutral colour tone. ]
You see no archways, yet. You appear to be on an... well, almost an island, sort of. It's floating in the midst of space, and while you see other islands in the distance, they seem closed off and far away. You certainly won't be able to reach them by foot regardless, as far away as they are, but your gut instincts are telling you they're not important.
As you stay, you feel the presence of... something, but you know naught of what. It feels solemn, and yet, also restless. You don't see any spirits around you, but you can almost hear the faint traces of whispers.
While it's hard to really pinpoint a source, if you squint, you can see some vague... let's say, concentrations of colour. They're still rather faint, but you can just barely see them, distinct from the nebulous and colourful aether that spots the scenery here and there. Let's say, kind of like these, but more transparent -- and they come in a more neutral colour tone. ]
Edited 2022-03-01 02:46 (UTC)
Oh...oh no. You guys don't think this is one of the "adventures" the others were talking about last week, is it?
[ it would line up... she's not great at keeping track of days, but it does feel like this happened at about the same time as last thursday's events. hm. she gives danny and 9s a quick look, making sure they're also in one piece before she turns her head to the dim flashes dancing before them now. ]
What're these? Are they guiding us somewhere...? [ before either of the boys can tell her otherwise, she reaches out towards the blobs of color, extending her fingers to see if they're tangible or if her hand just passes through them. ]
[ it would line up... she's not great at keeping track of days, but it does feel like this happened at about the same time as last thursday's events. hm. she gives danny and 9s a quick look, making sure they're also in one piece before she turns her head to the dim flashes dancing before them now. ]
What're these? Are they guiding us somewhere...? [ before either of the boys can tell her otherwise, she reaches out towards the blobs of color, extending her fingers to see if they're tangible or if her hand just passes through them. ]
...it's Thursday, right? That's when they came back? Oh no.
[ if that's what this is, then...this does not bode well. Everyone who went on one of those trips came back wrecked.
Okay, okay. No time to worry about that. First order of business is getting out of here, everything else can follow. It's odd how much this landscape reminds him of the Ghost Zone, in a sense, although the dots are new. ]
I don't know, but... [ he tries to get closer to one without touching it, straining to listen ] ...do you think they might be what those sounds are coming from?
[ if that's what this is, then...this does not bode well. Everyone who went on one of those trips came back wrecked.
Okay, okay. No time to worry about that. First order of business is getting out of here, everything else can follow. It's odd how much this landscape reminds him of the Ghost Zone, in a sense, although the dots are new. ]
I don't know, but... [ he tries to get closer to one without touching it, straining to listen ] ...do you think they might be what those sounds are coming from?
[ With one hand settled upon the hilt of his sword, 9S' mouth purses into a flat line as he watches the other two cautiously approach the swirls of color. ]
Careful.
Careful.
[ Thankfully, touching the odd spots of colour won't hurt Vanille. However, she will feel a chill and an echo of a voice. She cannot pinpoint the nature of it, masculine nor feminine, young nor old -- it sounds like nothing, and yet it also sounds like several at once. ]
[ Another flickers, floating by, as if it doesn't even 'see' Danny, though this one is a bit different. Though also neutral-toned, it carries a hint of blue, and the voice he hears is more echoed -- like a hum in his head, telepathic, unlike the frequency screech from earlier. Low, rumbling, and sad. ]
... all of us ...
to know ... to know ... to know ...
to know ... to know ... to know ...
[ Another flickers, floating by, as if it doesn't even 'see' Danny, though this one is a bit different. Though also neutral-toned, it carries a hint of blue, and the voice he hears is more echoed -- like a hum in his head, telepathic, unlike the frequency screech from earlier. Low, rumbling, and sad. ]
... errn ten gahr ...
we are ruined ... there is no end.
we are ruined ... there is no end.
[ damn, it should have aggro'd and oneshotted her.
the voice(...s?) send a shiver up her spine, much colder than even the empty environment feels. her eyes dart around, wide and scared, but they do not see anything that could tell her more. it's only her, danny, and 9s here, after all.
right? ]
They want...to know something? Whatever it is, I think they're trying to speak to us...
[ she looks back at her companions, as if silently asking if they've heard anything themselves. ]
the voice(...s?) send a shiver up her spine, much colder than even the empty environment feels. her eyes dart around, wide and scared, but they do not see anything that could tell her more. it's only her, danny, and 9s here, after all.
right? ]
They want...to know something? Whatever it is, I think they're trying to speak to us...
[ she looks back at her companions, as if silently asking if they've heard anything themselves. ]
[ Danny immediately freezes and almost recoils when he hears this one. He looks around as if there might possibly be another source, but...all he can connect it to, really, is this little ball of light.
He nods to Vanille. ]
Yeah...although I'm hearing something about being ruined, and there being no end.
He nods to Vanille. ]
Yeah...although I'm hearing something about being ruined, and there being no end.
—It's talking?
[ Okay, now he wants to know. So he walks up as well, brushing a hand against a swirl. ]
[ Okay, now he wants to know. So he walks up as well, brushing a hand against a swirl. ]
[ The lights nearest to Vanille and Danny fade away after reciting their piece, drifting away into nothing. ]
[ 9S reaches for... a blue one! I'm godmodding this. But as he comes near it, he feels an even colder chill, like being swathed in ice. He senses a brief, but overwhelming feeling of grief with this whisper. ]
[ As they listen, the colours seem to get... stronger. More start appearing like fairy lights, pulsing soft. You see some more in blue, and others in red. ]
... can you go on ...
can you bear it?
can you bear it?
[ 9S reaches for... a blue one! I'm godmodding this. But as he comes near it, he feels an even colder chill, like being swathed in ice. He senses a brief, but overwhelming feeling of grief with this whisper. ]
... last time, I beseech You ...
still the hatred ... ! ...
still the hatred ... ! ...
[ As they listen, the colours seem to get... stronger. More start appearing like fairy lights, pulsing soft. You see some more in blue, and others in red. ]
[ Well...touching the lights hasn't hurt them yet, so. Danny nods, and goes for a blue one. ]
[ In an instant he shudders, pulling back his hand with a grimace. ]
... I think I'd rather keep moving on ahead.
... I think I'd rather keep moving on ahead.
[ When Vanille brushes past a softly glowing red one, she feels... swept by a brief, yet sudden wave of intense anger -- dare say, rage. The sensation is akin to like touching fire, too. It's just short of being painful, but her senses say it should. ]
[ The blue lights seem to increase. Danny barely needs to go towards them, since it seems they might be coming towards him, instead! They whisper their grief, surrounding him with a bone-chilling cold. The voices are also, overall, getting clearer, and you can now hear the whispers even louder though the ones you're touching are the most crisp and clear. ]
[ ...A black light starts floating towards 9S. This one flickers, but its movement is slow yet steady, sluggish and yet, consistent. It whispers to itself in a droning voice. Take a listen? ]
... never...! ...
Rohs gahr! Thou shalt not know peace! ...
Rohs gahr! Thou shalt not know peace! ...
[ The blue lights seem to increase. Danny barely needs to go towards them, since it seems they might be coming towards him, instead! They whisper their grief, surrounding him with a bone-chilling cold. The voices are also, overall, getting clearer, and you can now hear the whispers even louder though the ones you're touching are the most crisp and clear. ]
Why? Why did they have to die?
Why didn't I die with them?
Why didn't I die with them?
[ ...A black light starts floating towards 9S. This one flickers, but its movement is slow yet steady, sluggish and yet, consistent. It whispers to itself in a droning voice. Take a listen? ]
[ the intensity of this one makes her stagger, even though, by all means, it shouldn't affect her physically. she presses a hand to her chest as the burning sensation overwhelms her, but it's gone just as quickly as it had appeared. ]
I think...the colors are linked to emotions. Maybe they're memories of some kind...? Whatever the case, that one was mad.
[ she really doesn't know what to do outside of speculate... something tells her that they need these things to tell them more. before she can voice her thoughts to the others, though, she catches sight of the one approaching 9s, and warns, ]
Hey, be careful, that one might be—
[ ... she's not entirely sure what it might be. if red is anger, and blue is sadness... what could the complete absence of color possibly indicate...? ]
I think...the colors are linked to emotions. Maybe they're memories of some kind...? Whatever the case, that one was mad.
[ she really doesn't know what to do outside of speculate... something tells her that they need these things to tell them more. before she can voice her thoughts to the others, though, she catches sight of the one approaching 9s, and warns, ]
Hey, be careful, that one might be—
[ ... she's not entirely sure what it might be. if red is anger, and blue is sadness... what could the complete absence of color possibly indicate...? ]
[ The wave of grief leaves him feeling fragile, brittle, almost. And...this one, this one in particular, hits hard in a way he wasn't prepared for. He swallows thickly and clenches his hands into fists, trying to chase off the cold.
When he speaks, he makes an effort to keep his voice steady. ]
I think you're right...mine was...sad.
Do you think they match up with the Prism colors?
[ he's distracted enough that he doesn't notice the black light until Vanille calls out in warning. They haven't seen black in the prism either yet, have they? This can't be good. ]
When he speaks, he makes an effort to keep his voice steady. ]
I think you're right...mine was...sad.
Do you think they match up with the Prism colors?
[ he's distracted enough that he doesn't notice the black light until Vanille calls out in warning. They haven't seen black in the prism either yet, have they? This can't be good. ]
—Huh?
[ He turns and sees it, that concentration of black. His mouth twists, and really, he'd rather just leave it alone... But he has a feeling the other two would want to know, and if it's between them and him.
Well... ]
... Fine. Just one more.
[ C'mere buddy, what do you have to say. ]
[ He turns and sees it, that concentration of black. His mouth twists, and really, he'd rather just leave it alone... But he has a feeling the other two would want to know, and if it's between them and him.
Well... ]
... Fine. Just one more.
[ C'mere buddy, what do you have to say. ]
[ The black light deals proximity emotional damage :/. But no, upon listening to it, the black light trembles and 9S finds himself feeling -- empty. Like there's nothing left, there's no hope. There's nothing in your future, nothing but a bitter, cold, damned end. A gaping void, an abyss that waits to be filled with something, anything -- let it be the next sunrise, a neverending blue, a red that rips and bleeds without ease -- let it be anything. Yet could anything be enough?
Despite it, he hears the voices crystal clear, despondent and droning. But at the end of it, an ever-slight plead. ]
[ The other lights begin to flicker, the lights dimming. Traces of grey smoke begin to dance about them like tendrils, and they tremble. ]
Despite it, he hears the voices crystal clear, despondent and droning. But at the end of it, an ever-slight plead. ]
All of us.
All of us have known despair.
All of us have lost hope.
This cycle broken, and peace rrrr res —
the Fa a alling Snowwwwwws —
Doth man hav-v-v-e no end to to to —
Ro[h]s an ! The chorus —
Will you bear it?
Could you bear it?
All of us have known despair.
All of us have lost hope.
This cycle broken, and peace rrrr res —
the Fa a alling Snowwwwwws —
Doth man hav-v-v-e no end to to to —
Ro[h]s an ! The chorus —
Will you bear it?
Could you bear it?
[ The other lights begin to flicker, the lights dimming. Traces of grey smoke begin to dance about them like tendrils, and they tremble. ]
That's what I think...they seem to line up so far.
[ is what she says to danny, but the new developments take precedence with her attention. the color slowly seeps from the other lights, and she turns her gaze toward 9s. the phenomena have to be connected... right? ]
What's...going on? What did the voices say to you?
[ is what she says to danny, but the new developments take precedence with her attention. the color slowly seeps from the other lights, and she turns her gaze toward 9s. the phenomena have to be connected... right? ]
What's...going on? What did the voices say to you?
[ Hmm! Danny doesn't love that the lights start flickering and smoke starts showing up right when 9S touches the mysterious black light!! He looks over to him, wary. ]
...are you okay?
...are you okay?
[ Bold of you to assume he wasn't already feeling those things. Anyway. It does give him pause, nevertheless, a tenseness growing in his demeanor as his shoulders go rigid. He's still—almost unnaturally so—as the feeling comes, and... never really goes, exactly, but 9S exhales deeply as he makes an attempt to regain his bearings. ]
... Some stuff about despair, mostly. [ He shakes his head. ] It doesn't make a whole lot of sense.
... Some stuff about despair, mostly. [ He shakes his head. ] It doesn't make a whole lot of sense.
[ The smoke gets stronger, black, grey, off-white enveloping the lights and closing in around them. A previously absent wind picks up, swirling around the group, forming a barrier of gales. It echoes like groans, like growls, like murmurs. It traps them inside like in the eye of a forming hurricane, and the black light flickers and trembles.
The whispering grows louder, to the point where any of them can hear it. Though the shades of rage, grief, and more all speak various thoughts at once, the black voice rings clearest. ]
The whispering grows louder, to the point where any of them can hear it. Though the shades of rage, grief, and more all speak various thoughts at once, the black voice rings clearest. ]
Know our despair — our anguish.
Every day — every minute — every second. Ten years, a score, a millennium.
To live. To die. To know.
You too ... may you find ...
Every day — every minute — every second. Ten years, a score, a millennium.
To live. To die. To know.
You too ... may you find ...
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