When you open your eyes, you find yourself sitting on the grass in what seems to be a… park? No, more like a lawn within a city. A giant crystal decorated with curving wrought iron is gently spinning above you. As you examine yourself you realize that you are dressed in voluminous black robes cut to your size - very soft and comfortable! There is also a half-mask on your face. If you take it off to examine it, its shape and decoration feel very familiar: some kind of reflection of who you are. You made this, didn’t you?.. A long time ago...
Your memories are a little jumbled at first. Why were you sleeping here? Were you not on your way somewhere? Of course, you’ve got all the time in the world, but there might have been people waiting for you…
But after that initial confusion, your memories of the Production return and the sense of familiarity with the city around you fades. Where are you?
As you stand up and look around, you realize that the most prominent location is a tower rising up in front of you. The rest of the cityscape is a little blurred, a little… flat, as it were; undefined. A set of walkways leads towards the tower, but the street in front of you stretches to the left and the right, too.
On the left, the sky fades into oranges and reds, as though the sun is setting. On the right, it grows darker and darker on the horizon, until there is nothing but inky blue-blackness.
Once you get close enough to the tower, there is a brief, soft but deeply unnerving sound that leaves a ringing silence after it - and the landscape, changed. The tower is now sliced into separate sections as though by a giant sword, all of them floating in the air but not drifting too far from the tower’s original position. Across the sky runs… a crack, or perhaps a tear - it’s hard to say. It’s painful to look at; nothingness put into visible form, like a slash in a painting that makes you realize all that beauty and color is nothing more than mere pigment on canvas; a two-dimensional existence at best. The moon above is replaced by a black hole, and somehow seems closer than before.
Suddenly, there is someone on the rubble-strewn steps of the tower. Have they been here this whole time? Or did they only just appear? Their shape flickers constantly as though two images are trying to exist at the same time, but even through the visual noise it’s possible to recognize Levity… and his robot-bird assistant. An arm becomes a steel wing for a brief moment, a metal beak suddenly nothing more than the curve of Levity’s mask - before the dance of the shapes begins again.
The… creature, if such it be, seems to pose a question. Perhaps surprisingly, its voice is rather melodious if tinted with static, but the words are undecipherable. Whatever language it speaks, it is none you know, not even Ancient.
The city looks a little strange: some parts of it are very realistic, familiar - the true thing, as it were. But some are more... smudged, perhaps; as if reconstructed not so much from memory as from imagination. Like someone's only seen parts of the city and came up with the rest of it. The main building towering over the square, too, is Bureau of the Architect - even though it's not supposed to be this close to the Angle. Hmmm!
There are no people around, though, at the very least not yet.
[Well that seems to check out in some ways, he's been here plenty even if it's not totally accurate (are the versions he's been to in dreams perfectly accurate either? it's fine, things are familiar enough), and he never worn the standard outfit but he anticipates doing so in the future, so. This works. He doesn't bother to take the mask off even to look at.
What he does check for is sword (check), and necklaces -- no. He bites his tongue. Okay cool, cool, no need to freak out, be chill, it's fine, we're good (we're not good).
But he's just going to push that down! Maybe he should register at the dmv? That seems to be a thing he's supposed to do. He looks around, trying to see if he recognises the way to anything else he knows. Is it too vague to tell what the other paths lead to?]
Alas, there's no necklaces! And it's much too vague to figure out where the other paths lead to, sorry. The walkways to the tower are straightforward enough, the dark to the right just becomes a void, the sunset to the left... well, it leads into the heart of the city seemingly, beautiful arches and walkways stretching away. But the red grows deeper in the distance - fire, perhaps?
All other paths start out normal but soon give you an uncomfortable feeling that they're not exactly real. If you try going down them, you soon start feeling like the space around you grows smaller and smaller, as though you're trying to squeeze yourself into an invisible crevasse, even though everything else around you looks normal. But if you keep going, your vision starts acting up too, growing blurry at the edges until all you can really see is the path right in front of you... and once the feeling passes, you find yourself back where you started. Like you did a circle of the city while walking in a straight line.
Safe to say, you don't seem to be allowed to go down those.
[ this isn't alarming... she removes the mask for a moment to look at it and then replaces it on her face. might as well do her best to blend in. she's not entirely sure where she's at, but the mask gives her a few ideas. ]
[ taking a look around she considers her options and then starts heading to the right. ]
[It all seems terribly suggestive to Alisaie, though of what she can't divine. The presence of the crystal is expected, though it never quite crosses into comforting: another missing piece slots into the puzzle that is Tokyo-F, another reason the entire place seems not quite right, curiously unfit for purpose. (Yes, but should there not be--)
[Her first instinct is to walk to it, and stretch out a hand. Why is that?
[Mayhap it is simply what one does, when encountering a crystal.]
The crystal hums gently and glows a little brighter, a stream of sparkling light forming between Alisaie's outstretched hand and the crystal. The cityscape around her starts feeling a little more... familiar, safe. Not her home, perhaps, but a place to rest.
The sunset red grows deeper, brighter, edged with black. There is the smell of smoke, the heat of stone, a background noise…
As you get closer, the sky grows incandescent. Indeed, it is the city itself on fire, but there are still no other people on the streets… save one.
They’re wearing the same robes as you are; not too tall and rather slightly built. They’re simply watching the fire in the distance for now, seemingly unaware of your presence - until they speak.
“You’ve come.”
The voice may sound familiar, if younger. Is this… Alexander?
The sky grows bigger as you walk, the surroundings fading away, until there is nothing but the blackness… that slowly grows littered with stars, far away points of light. It seems to grow colder, too - but after some time you stop feeling it, only being aware of it in the same way you are aware of, say, the color of your hair. It grows colder still, but it does not affect you. What a strange thing. At the back of your mind you know that no living thing could exist in such cold.
What a strange thing.
At one point the pavement under your feet changed from the familiar stone and metal to somewhat dusty, barren, white earth. Your steps raise little clouds of dust as you walk that fall slowly, so slowly.
It is so utterly silent, and you know that no sound could exist here.
You find yourself on a beach, but not a sunny one. This place… is rather desolate, sad, lonely; dwarf trees, half-dried in the wind and the sun, grow out of surrounding crags. The sky hangs heavy and dark - a storm imminent. And apart from the sound of the waves and your own breathing, there is silence.
No... almost silence.
From somewhere around the boulders you can hear some sounds that are a little hard to place, but there is definitely someone there.
You find yourself on a beach, but not a sunny one. This place… is rather desolate, sad, lonely. The sky hangs heavy and dark - a storm imminent. And apart from the sound of the waves and your own breathing, there is silence.
There is nothing else here, isn’t there.
Only the wind, the waves, this endless stretch of sand, and the coming storm.
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Your memories are a little jumbled at first. Why were you sleeping here? Were you not on your way somewhere? Of course, you’ve got all the time in the world, but there might have been people waiting for you…
But after that initial confusion, your memories of the Production return and the sense of familiarity with the city around you fades. Where are you?
As you stand up and look around, you realize that the most prominent location is a tower rising up in front of you. The rest of the cityscape is a little blurred, a little… flat, as it were; undefined. A set of walkways leads towards the tower, but the street in front of you stretches to the left and the right, too.
On the left, the sky fades into oranges and reds, as though the sun is setting. On the right, it grows darker and darker on the horizon, until there is nothing but inky blue-blackness.
What do you do?
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TO THE TOWER.]
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Suddenly, there is someone on the rubble-strewn steps of the tower. Have they been here this whole time? Or did they only just appear? Their shape flickers constantly as though two images are trying to exist at the same time, but even through the visual noise it’s possible to recognize Levity… and his robot-bird assistant. An arm becomes a steel wing for a brief moment, a metal beak suddenly nothing more than the curve of Levity’s mask - before the dance of the shapes begins again.
"█̶̡̢̼̗̥͑͜█̴̞̩̬̩͋͐̓͌͊̈͗͜ͅͅ ̵͚͉͕̱̭͖̈́͂̀̍͝█̷͇̭͓̟̝̭̝̲̆̇̾͊̌̃͒͠͠█̵̩̰̝̈̐̏̆́ ̵̝̫͚̱̖̗̱̼̤̖̃█̵͔̠̹̞̯̮̔͠█̷̡̣͕͔̟̬̻̤͎͍̙̑͆̌͆̒̕ ̷̡̡̜̦̈̍̏̀̒͛̊͠͝█̸̛̬̖̣̱̗̗̝͈͌̓͋̀͒͊͊̚ͅͅ█̴̛̞̱̱͎̦̀́̀̍͑̕͠█̵͕͔̬́̉́̓͐̃̔͂͠█̶̡̘̙̺̭̻̰̭̅̄̓̏̾͆͊͝?̸̲͖̺̠͖͖̥͕̹͌̿̓"
The… creature, if such it be, seems to pose a question. Perhaps surprisingly, its voice is rather melodious if tinted with static, but the words are undecipherable. Whatever language it speaks, it is none you know, not even Ancient.
"█̷̨̩͈̮̜̺̗̒́̑̌̂̆̄̓█̴̧̗̤̼̻̦̤͖͈̰̽̇ ̴̦̱̱͚̀͊̾͜ͅ█̸̡̢̜̼̞͚̖͎͚̞̃̅͐͜█̶̧̨̰͖͚̞͉͉̝̺͇̒̅͛̅█̵̧̦̰̘̠̙̭͔̅̽͊͐͒̊͐̈̕.̸̡̣͖͖̬̮̝͍̰͙̜́́̌͒̈́͌̕͝ ̷̤̪̤̮̻̱͍̦͔̮͑͂̂͋̚̚͝ͅ█̴̫͍͈̙͇͙̫̮̺̖͙̍͗̌͌̄̔̉͌͋͘█̶͚̥͓̯͇͓̫̰̄̑̈́̀̉̋́̓͂̍͜█̷̨͕͈̼̻͉̉̈́̏█̵̧͈̝̩͛͝͠█̶̢̙̝̝̘̠̠̯́̔ͅ.̸̜͉̤̭̟͓̣̩͕̩̘͆"
It steps closer, holding out a hand - wing steel palm blades skin - in a seemingly friendly gesture. There is a smile in their voice now.
Take their hand?
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But he will look around here first, attune the the aethryte, things you do.]
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The city looks a little strange: some parts of it are very realistic, familiar - the true thing, as it were. But some are more... smudged, perhaps; as if reconstructed not so much from memory as from imagination. Like someone's only seen parts of the city and came up with the rest of it. The main building towering over the square, too, is Bureau of the Architect - even though it's not supposed to be this close to the Angle. Hmmm!
There are no people around, though, at the very least not yet.
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Any plans in mind? Is it Emet-Selch or Levity?
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What he does check for is sword (check), and necklaces -- no. He bites his tongue. Okay cool, cool, no need to freak out, be chill, it's fine, we're good (we're not good).
But he's just going to push that down! Maybe he should register at the dmv? That seems to be a thing he's supposed to do. He looks around, trying to see if he recognises the way to anything else he knows. Is it too vague to tell what the other paths lead to?]
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Alas, there's no necklaces! And it's much too vague to figure out where the other paths lead to, sorry. The walkways to the tower are straightforward enough, the dark to the right just becomes a void, the sunset to the left... well, it leads into the heart of the city seemingly, beautiful arches and walkways stretching away. But the red grows deeper in the distance - fire, perhaps?
All other paths start out normal but soon give you an uncomfortable feeling that they're not exactly real. If you try going down them, you soon start feeling like the space around you grows smaller and smaller, as though you're trying to squeeze yourself into an invisible crevasse, even though everything else around you looks normal. But if you keep going, your vision starts acting up too, growing blurry at the edges until all you can really see is the path right in front of you... and once the feeling passes, you find yourself back where you started. Like you did a circle of the city while walking in a straight line.
Safe to say, you don't seem to be allowed to go down those.
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[ taking a look around she considers her options and then starts heading to the right. ]
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A comfy void for D.Va!
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[Her first instinct is to walk to it, and stretch out a hand. Why is that?
[Mayhap it is simply what one does, when encountering a crystal.]
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You have entered a sanctuary.
You attune to the aetheryte.
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As you get closer, the sky grows incandescent. Indeed, it is the city itself on fire, but there are still no other people on the streets… save one.
They’re wearing the same robes as you are; not too tall and rather slightly built. They’re simply watching the fire in the distance for now, seemingly unaware of your presence - until they speak.
“You’ve come.”
The voice may sound familiar, if younger. Is this… Alexander?
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It grows colder still, but it does not affect you. What a strange thing. At the back of your mind you know that no living thing could exist in such cold.
What a strange thing.
At one point the pavement under your feet changed from the familiar stone and metal to somewhat dusty, barren, white earth. Your steps raise little clouds of dust as you walk that fall slowly, so slowly.
It is so utterly silent, and you know that no sound could exist here.
What a strange…
No. A thing. Simply a thing. Simply a fact.
Do you go on?
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BUREAU OF THE ARCHITECT
BUREAU: THE ANCHORS DEEP
BUREAU: HALL OF THE SPECTATOR
BUREAU: REFUGE
BUREAU: CROSSROADS
BUREAU: AT THE CENTER OF EVERYTHING
BEGINNING, SECONDS AGO
VORE BEACH
No... almost silence.
From somewhere around the boulders you can hear some sounds that are a little hard to place, but there is definitely someone there.
Investigate?
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There is nothing else here, isn’t there.
Only the wind, the waves, this endless stretch of sand, and the coming storm.
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