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Lord Felwinter ([personal profile] tyrants_son) wrote in [community profile] revivalproject2022-05-15 12:06 pm

Only a Crack in This Castle of Glass

WHO: Felwinter and you
WHERE: Here, you never left
WHAT: Exploring the past of a warlord
WHEN: Calibrations Event
WARNINGS: Warsat involves Robo-death


The former observatory has been preserved better than most places during the Collapse, at least from what little can be seen as one steps down the hall. The air is crisp, chilly, and a glimpse out of a passing window reveals why- a windswept landscape nearly whited out by flurries lies beyond, the snow broken by lines of dark craggy rock and jagged terrain of the surrounding mountains. Turning around only greets you with a strangely blurred wall. It looks like there's only one way to go, and as deceptively long as it appears, things shift within the next few steps. The hallway itself opens up to a larger room, converted into a throne room if the large, gothic chair is anything to go by. A fireplace crackles off to the side, though it does little to alleviate the chill.

If he's not sitting in that throne, then Felwinter can be found standing, staring at the fire or some of the scant things found around the room. On a long table not far from the fireplace sits an old, battered book that's certainly seen better days. At the table's foot, a sad looking wooden crate, filled with even sadder looking, meager pickings of a crop. By far these things are amongst the more normal things that could possibly be reasonably found in such a place.

Off to the farthest side however sits a massive warsat that couldn't have possibly been brought in by any normal means, and no gaping hole in the roof to suggest it had come crashing in through there. Against the wall near it is a smooth black surface that reveals itself to be a computer console once one passes their hand over it.
kree_soldieress: Lauri-Ell from Captain Marvel (War is Grief)

[personal profile] kree_soldieress 2022-05-17 05:04 pm (UTC)(link)
This wasn't her first night, so waking up here means that Lauri-Ell at least has some idea of what's going on. And she's learned respect. The woman, upon arriving, takes some time to orient, and when she finds a blurred wall she sighs. No escape there. So she turns to the hall and starts down it, pausing only when she sees Felwinter on the throne.

This is something she knows how to handle at least. She has etiquette training for meeting nobility and royals. So the woman goes to one knee, head bowed in respect.

"Good day to you, lord. Forgive my intrusion upon your domain. It is not an action of my will. I am Lauri-Ell, Accuser of the Kree, and for the moment, guest in your domain."
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[personal profile] kree_soldieress 2022-05-17 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes, you were the one who was to be his guard. I have heard you were tricked and betrayed. I apologize for not having been there to support you."

She does rise to her feet though, looking around before stepping closer.

"This is another dream. A place that is known to you?"
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[personal profile] kree_soldieress 2022-05-18 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
"I hope to render you assistance when the time to deal with it arrives."

The formality of knowledge is comfortable to her in this setting, so she falls back upon it.

But she moves around the place now, looking about.

"Why did you seek to not be bothered?"
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[personal profile] kree_soldieress 2022-05-18 06:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yes," she thought. "But I would get bored. I was created to be around others of my kind. I am a soldier made and raised."

She does move to touch the book though, hoping to read it.
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[personal profile] kree_soldieress 2022-05-19 03:40 am (UTC)(link)
Ruins. Things falling. Destruction and being alone...

"This is too much like home," Lauri-Ell says, her voice straining from her distress. "To see such destruction is horrible. Why would something, or someone, destroy this place?"
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[personal profile] kree_soldieress 2022-05-19 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
She still looked distressed, pacing in agitation.

"Knowledge lost, and for what? And how is your world in ruins? Were you attacked?"
kree_soldieress: Lauri-Ell from Captain Marvel (War is Grief)

[personal profile] kree_soldieress 2022-05-19 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"There things can end quickly. Entire cities destroyed in instants. It is great grief."

It's familiar grief to her, and she aches to think of it. And unfortunately she can't stop thinking of it.

"Does it get better? Your world?"

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[personal profile] in_extremis 2022-06-05 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
The sudden chill felt tight in Tony's stomach. It had him clenching his fists, then wrapping his arms around himself with a wary shiver as he approached a window, squinting to try to see through the snow, figure out where he was and if he really was about to be buried. He was still holding himself against the chill when he stepped out of the hall, but his shoulder slowly relaxed as he considered this room, with a slight nod at the sight of Felwinter like he had just confirmed a quaint theory.

His gaze lingered on that big...thing on the other side of the room, making him chew his lip curiously, searching for any context for what exactly Felwinter was doing with it. If he seemed too obviously eager, though, Felwinter might actually try to stop him, so even as he stared he let his feet carry him at a confident saunter toward the chair, like he did absolutely belong there when he poured himself into it.

"Cozy," he admired lightly.
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[personal profile] in_extremis 2022-06-05 11:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"No," Tony admitted immediately, settling in with his head propped in one hand and ankles crossed like he might actually stay there for longer than it took for his nose to wrinkle briefly with the revelation that Felwinter didn't actually know the difference. He gave a quick, impatient nod at the greeting, though did glance around then trying to figure out what was actually out of place, part of the dream, and not part of Felwinter's real environment. It did make sense that this was where he kept himself. Even the weird parts.

That was about as long as Tony could keep still, and he was up and moving again by the time he conceded to ask, "Is it always like this?," both hands flung out to gesture at the...everything. Stalking across the room then just made sense, of course, Felwinter had practically invited him to help himself, and that big hunk of metal made for something of a focal point in the decor.
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[personal profile] in_extremis 2022-06-06 05:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Felwinter walking along with him did make Tony feel chased, not helping his assumption that Felwinter was likely to stop him from unspooling the secrets of this place and making him consciously try not to look like he was hurrying while he very much wanted to make a run for the machine. "Something more tasteful here, then," he surmised as he approached it, both hands up to encompass it like he was just thinking about how Felwinter kept his room appointed and how to best maximize the space for all of that nothing he had. Then Tony slapped both hands to the metal, searching just as much for what it did as what it did.
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[personal profile] in_extremis 2022-06-08 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
It was as though he had been rerouted, suddenly forced to integrate a distinct awareness of where he was and what he was supposed to be doing and odds with the sound of the crackling fire or the cold metal under his hands. It was dysmorphic, and disorienting, without a lot of confidence to reach for even with this new consciousness to explain his purpose. One thing they can agree on is that awe, Tony wanting to stop and consider these streaking stars, a sky that was so much more familiar than the one he had been living under for too long, yet strange and so bright.

It felt like his program was lagging, still staring when he was suddenly running, the body he didn't feel properly connected to carrying him forward until the rumble of the impact jolted him in sync again.

Of course, it was a satellite. Impressively durable, too. Probably more likely to survive an impact than his skull in a fight.
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[personal profile] in_extremis 2022-06-08 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
The disconnect between Tony's body and his awareness made every move feel like some deeply coded instinct, the ones that he couldn't fight and didn't even know how to; didn't even know how to scream his frustration. The one thing he should have still had control over, the thing that he always had control over, wasn't even his anymore, he realized as that incredible agony bore down on him and this time he had to bear it, this time he had to feel the heat and that pressure instead of the darkness and that bloom of light, that had him sure that dying would be better than this. That was the key. He wasn't being allowed to die.

What a curse to realize more than once.
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[personal profile] in_extremis 2022-06-09 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
It wasn't the chill that had Tony's teeth chattering; he hardly felt it, still detached like he had no control over this body, the scream still caught in his chest where it hammered like it would break out of his ribs if it couldn't burst out of his mouth. That was his heart, he realized belatedly, realized then that it had been gone and now struggled through an untenable rhythm as Tony tried to push the feeling back into his fingers, take a breath, stop his shivering and get control of his knees before they buckled. Watching the memories as they had happened in these rooms had been, Tony told himself, a necessary discomfort, knowledge that would help more than it hurt to carry. None of them had felt like that.

He was drawn in tightly around himself by the time he managed to finally look Felwinter's way, a small twist of his shoulders, and his eyes darting cautiously, searching for the Ghost that he thought was supposed to help. The cruelty in their pointed design was suddenly so evident.

"Why?" He didn't know how much that Felwinter's lingering confusion still held him, and how much of the question was actually his own, but it was the only word he could manage yet. Did Felwinter even know what Tony had just seen?

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