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pajamabox2021-07-20 09:13 pm
wizardseason) wrote in pajamabox2021-07-20 09:13 pm
Day 9: Twilight
Twilight: 12:00noon - ??:00 Unknown
[ IRL Timeframe: July 20th - Onward, 2021 ]In the past, the heroes had found themselves face-to-face with the Protector and the Wizard on year 0. They'd found the shattered pieces of Sxicq. They'd found the story before anyone had polished it into what it was today. It was free of all the lies, save for the ones coming from an alien's mouth.
The heroes influenced the past in subtle ways: Confronting the Protector with questions. Shaking the Wizard's solid foundations and instilling curiosity about the truth. Most importantly, Sxicq had seen all of their faces.
After chasing the crystals around the town and mountain, the heroes were pulled back into the room beneath the mountain. There, to their huge surprise, they were hidden behind some incredibly convenient piles of rocks to watch the events unfold that would define the next forty years. Floating over twelve of the platforms in the cavern were twelve of the crystals with kids inside of them that had been floating around the mountain. In the center of the circle stand two figures: Sxicq and the Wizard. The two appear apprehensive, but it's the third figure at the edge of the circle that's ruining it:
"Contain it! What are you doing!" The Protector shouts, stomping a foot. The air feels heavy, like it's made of electric cotton, and the hairs on everyone's arms stand upright.
"Get-- out! Of the way!!" He continues, stomping forward into the circle. As he does, a familiar blade slides out into his hand. Its shape is a tear in reality, a hole in the very makeup of the world itself.
The only thing that keeps the heroes from leaping forward to change history is the twelve small, glowing forms that are holding their hands. Smaller than children. Animals. Twelve of them, pleading in whispers: Stay. Watch.
True to their word, there is something to watch. The Protector rushes in, swinging his blade in a high arc before plunging it downward into the center of the circular floor of the platform. From it: A blue beam of energy, like lightning, fires forth through his chest. It pierces out from him, through Sxicq, through the Wizard, through the twelve crystals, and finally through the twelve animals where they're sitting around the heroes.
One bright white explosion later: The animals are gone. The crystals are gone. Sxicq is gone. The Wizard is gone. Only the Protector remains, standing over the circular rings in the floor. Slowly, he retracts his blade from the center. The edges of reality start to go to static.
"It is done." He declares with an air of finality. The static creeps in on the edges of everything, fading the vision as Sxicq descends into slumber.
The Protector's wrist beeps in defiance. He looks down at it, his face scrunching up in disgust. "It has to be done! Acknowledge: Mission complete!" He nearly yells at his wrist, only to be met with a response that stuns him.
"User not recognized, access privileges locked down." Says the same voice that came from within the ship. The static finishes pouring over everything, fading the vision of the cavern into nothing but noise.
And then everyone wakes up.
Everything feels wrong: The clocks all say it's sometime after noon, but the sky is an ever-churning, ever-shifting muddled mess of blues, purples, and darkness. The sun is missing. Weather outlets everywhere didn't have any explanation for the phenomenon. News stations were being careful to avoid referring to it as a sign of the end. The Protector had told them things were dire, after all, but they couldn't cause a mass panic.
And, most importantly, a small handful of news headlines on the planet were talking about time travel being real. They're talking about the blip to forty years ago. They're talking about the very same things that the heroes had just experienced, like they had experienced those exact same things. What effect would this have on the carefully-crafted story that the Protector had pieced together over forty years? Just how many people had shared this experience too?
Unknown to Luka, Gyre, and Olivia: Terrence had been to the past and had an experience much like the one they'd shared as a trio. He ended up with two regular people from the world who didn't recognize him as one of the heroes from this year.
What would happen now?
The Weather
- The birds aren't chirping.
- 68°F
- A little breezy.
Prompts:
- 12:00noon The Return, The Garden: When Gyre, Luka, and Olivia return, they're placed on the ground around the portal arrival in the garden. Nearby, Terrence has also been deposited: But he's in a tree about three feet up.
At least the gang's all here?- 1:00pm Onward, Around the Garden: Once the heroes start making their way around the garden and inside the monster house, they'll realize that, for the first time, all of the monsters are here either inside or somewhere nearby. If the heroes wanted to find anyone, now was the chance for them to do so!
Procedure:
Reply to the appropriate toplevel comments for events below. Indicate if a post is a private conversation with "Private" in the subject otherwise all threads should be open to interaction with others. Plan OOCly how you'd like to toss everyone around.
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"They were attached. The cube can only produce one construct but your memories resulted in two. It made them both... inaccurate. All it's designed to do is stop you. There are only two switches left after this, it might happen again. The last one will be the hardest. Be ready for your memory with the strongest emotions for the last one." Nine goes on a bit of an exposition there so hopefully the information was helpful to Luka!
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Luka still had some lingering questions. Perhaps it didn't matter, anyway. He perks up when Nine explains that the next switches will be the last ones.
"Oh, thank the gods. I'm ready to be out of this cube - no offense, Nine." He did hear the part about the last one being the hardest, but he's conveniently chosen to ignore that.
Regardless, he flips the switch beneath the desk.
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Instead of the typical transition where the switch disappears from Luka's grasp, this time it shifts into something else. A once-familiar weight, the handle of a weapon: The sword from the Protector.
Worse, there's a fading smell in the air. A combination that Luka has only encountered once before: the mixed scents of copper, wet sand, ashes, and roses.
There's a table, a signed video set, and a signature that Luka himself made.
There are no sounds.
Only silence.
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"Four?" He calls out, though he doesn't expect an answer. Luka knows what part of the scene he's dropped into, and he knows well that Four wouldn't be here to respond.
"Where's the switch here?" He asks Nine. He didn't prefer to linger here long, if he could help it.
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Fortunately for him, he won't need Nine's help to find the switch. For all his familiarity with the sword in his hand, he'll know when that familiar weight is gone. Instead of something that he was holding, the handle has changed into something that his hand is resting on. Through some kind of cube fuckery, the sword had turned into the switch.
If he flipped it, there would only be one left.
If he flipped it, there was only one place he could go. For this switch, in striking comparison to all the others, the change would be instantaneous.
Flipping the switch would land him by a table in the industrial magitech shop. Accompanying all its sounds and smells is the voice of one of the higher-ups who ran it; but not his family: "...you have to sign, you're next in line."
But they aren't talking to Luka. They're speaking to... someone. Nearby. Behind a door? He was just outside the door to a... meeting room?