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revivalproject2022-05-15 12:06 pm
tyrants_son) wrote in 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.
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.
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She does move to touch the book though, hoping to read it.
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A giant library stands around him, one he does not recognize. Its ceilings are tall, giving the space an open feeling. He can barely make out the ancient frescos above, cracked, faded. He stands, stiff, dazed. He can't remember anything.
A silver, starlike drone flits around him, insistent. "Listen to me very carefully. They're coming for you. They'll ask you for a name. Your name is Felwinter."
"I don't think that's my name," he says carefully, still taking things in, still trying in vain to make anything of this place. Large, gilded shelves surround him, mostly broken, their contents long spilled to the floor, much the same view within the immediate vicinity, tattered books and broken cases. He barely notices the spine of a book give beneath his feet as he starts to walk around.
"I know you don't trust me," the drone says as it follows him. "But you have no choice. Who else have you got?"
His steps slow to a stop. "I don't know," Felwinter says. There's a disturbing blankness beyond his awakening. "I don't know anything."
The little drone slips in front of him. "Exactly. So you should listen to me. You're stubborn, obviously. But if we stay here long enough, you're gonna die."
How is this little thing so certain? Felwinter tries to ignore it- her, as he tries to in vain to remember something, anything. Why was he here? What had happened? His thoughts are interrupted by the sound of an explosion, its reverberation causing dust to shake loose from the ceiling. He looks up, anxious.
"See?" The drone again. "This is what I mean. We have to go. A place like this isn't safe."
As if underlining what she says, the library around them begins to respond. An old computer terminal nearby flickers to life as the building trembles around them again. 'Site-wide lockdown, initiated,' comes the distorted recording of a female voice over a PA system that likely hasn't been active in years. The first message is followed by a second, a male voice calmly reassuring the impossible. 'All library patrons please report to the nearest emergency station. If you require assistance, an attendant can help you at the reception de—'
Everything cuts out at another, stronger impact. Straining metal sounds as old armored shutters begin to lower over exposed windows, ancient joints trying to remember how to function. Debris rains down as something else hits the library. Felwinter ducks, looking around in alarm, and this time he has no objection when the drone suggests, "We should hide."
They make their escape, dodging cascades of falling books and rubble, not stopping until well away from the doomed library. Crouching in the ruins of another building, they watch as it looks like stars have been hurled down to earth, thoroughly obliterating what's left of the library.
"See," his new companion says.
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"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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"...the location was not the target," he finally said. "Much of the world was already in ruins, cities that used to be teeming with people, long desolate even before. What caused that incident and the one you saw are however not connected."
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"Knowledge lost, and for what? And how is your world in ruins? Were you attacked?"
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Felwinter finally extracted himself from his seat, stepping away from the throne. "All I know for sure is that previously humanity had flourished, and then suddenly nearly everything was wiped out. I do not have a specific timeframe for how long has passed since then and my reawakening."
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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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"At the point I have left it, it is in sad disrepair. Survivors struggle to get through daily life. Those who have found themselves blessed with power use it to their advantage and trod upon the weak," he said quietly. "I've heard from the other Exo that a city has been established, the last bastion of humanity on Earth, although he's mentioned there are outside settlements where people have opted to live independently. But there are still many threats that come from beyond the stars."
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Oh but she is sad to hear this all.
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As things were, Felwinter did not worry too much about the threat of such invaders, although he knew that they would likely soon not leave that as an option. With the infighting amongst warlords and the ordinary people getting caught up between them, that seemed a more immediate concern, at least until the Fallen came.
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"I think, though I am not sure, that people find it easier to fear than to understand."
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The fire flickered, a fresh, chill gust coming in from the doorway- where certainly the hall Lauri-Ell had entered had formerly been. It now lay open to the outdoors, offering escape if she wished it, along with a glimpse of the frigid landscape beyond, both serene and severe all at once.
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"I fear this all," she admits, then moves toward the door. It is better for her to move on. To stay would give her more painful memories she thinks.