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thebastion2015-02-02 09:51 pm
treasureling) wrote in thebastion2015-02-02 09:51 pm
Day 276 :: Log [Open]
Who: Malak
Open: Open
When: Day 276
Where: the Open Plains/Skyway
What: Intro; Malak arrives, flips out, needs rescuing. Feel free to bring in monsters; he will absolutely not fight.
Format: Log, but if you tag in actionspam, it's cool with me.
Warnings: None atm
He is elsewhere. Elsewhere, the only way he can think of to describe it. There were shifting tiles under his feet and a long drop, and now there are grassy plains and pathways and he is high in the sky and nowhere he has ever been before. He doesn't know where to go or what to do, sporadically prays to nameless gods, finally stops and huddles in on himself, shaking. What's happening? Where is he? What's happening?
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"Wait!" calls Malak, after the retreating form.
But there's no question he can ask that would get a satisfactory answer. Where am I, what should I do now, what place is this. All he can do is go and find out.
He steels himself, trying to school his expression into something resembling calm (and mostly failing), and he goes in towards the center, towards the large monument he sees there.
"Hello?" he says, to the people he sees. "Hello? Can you tell me what town this is?"
Open: Open
When: Day 276
Where: the Open Plains/Skyway
What: Intro; Malak arrives, flips out, needs rescuing. Feel free to bring in monsters; he will absolutely not fight.
Format: Log, but if you tag in actionspam, it's cool with me.
Warnings: None atm
He is elsewhere. Elsewhere, the only way he can think of to describe it. There were shifting tiles under his feet and a long drop, and now there are grassy plains and pathways and he is high in the sky and nowhere he has ever been before. He doesn't know where to go or what to do, sporadically prays to nameless gods, finally stops and huddles in on himself, shaking. What's happening? Where is he? What's happening?
~*~
"Wait!" calls Malak, after the retreating form.
But there's no question he can ask that would get a satisfactory answer. Where am I, what should I do now, what place is this. All he can do is go and find out.
He steels himself, trying to school his expression into something resembling calm (and mostly failing), and he goes in towards the center, towards the large monument he sees there.
"Hello?" he says, to the people he sees. "Hello? Can you tell me what town this is?"
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"I want to find someone else." Someone who makes more sense. Someone who isn't saying these things.
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She won't stop him if that's what he wants, but she at least gives him that information before he can get too far away.
"I mean, they'll say it better than me. But it's still gonna be the same story."
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He's definitely starting to verge on panic again.
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"I don't know how-- ... why... you survived. Why any of us did. We just... did."
Not a satisfactory answer, she knows, but that's all she has.
"... they were fightin' a war. Over... what, I'unno. They've never been very clear about that. Caels didn't like Ura and Ura didn't like Caels. But it was the Caels that did it... buildin' this thing they were gonna use on the Ura. It didn't work that way, though. It took out everyone, everything. Not just here, but in a lotta other worlds, too..."
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"And what do I do now?" His voice is small.