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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.
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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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[personal profile] in_extremis 2022-06-10 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
While Felwinter was more cautious this time, Tony wasn't trying to skulk away anymore, only looked back at the satellite with a new, more wary intent to dissect it from a safer distance, hands still tucked under his arms. Felwinter's question sounded kind of like an accusation; stripped of context, Tony thought a few people might have called him a warmind, and some of those even thought it was a compliment. Looking down the barrel was the kind of death someone like that deserved.

He had to bodily try to shake that off, and admit as much as it was a resolute declaration, "I don't know what that is." With more clarity, deep breath, he could guess; something like the Overseer, or Ultron, an intelligence designed with one purpose. "An A.I.?" felt like an accusation then in return. Felwinter hadn't been designed to swaddle babies.
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[personal profile] in_extremis 2022-06-10 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe it had been closer to an accusation than Tony had realized. Now, he studied the satellite, looking for his own fingerprints, beyond the regrettable ones he had pressed into the surface.

"But you're an Exo," he replied. Felspring had just told him as much, even if he didn't have that vestigial human part that the designation seemed to require. He hadn't exactly argued with the kid when Kaz had made that claim. "You're part of the system."
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[personal profile] in_extremis 2022-06-10 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)
Tony couldn't be sure if Felwinter meant he was wrong about the Exo part, or the system part, and only managed to hesitate a second before he was trailing after Felwinter curiously, once again betrayed by his own instincts. He didn't mean to go much closer, either, but the screen activating drew him in further, just another puzzle to solve, eyes narrowed and chin up trying to parse it over Felwinter's shoulder. Some kind of code, judging by its structure, desecrated by holy language; digital, new age crystal golems. Hell of a mix.

"You're the golem," he could at least figure out. Ben probably wouldn't appreciate the application, but it seemed neat enough to Tony. "Who's the autarch? The Traveller?"
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[personal profile] in_extremis 2022-06-11 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
By then, Tony was back to watching Felwinter, letting the shadows and flickers of the scene fade at the edges of his vision. The Golden Age was what they had called an Earth that Tony would have recognized, maybe even his own, or his near future--before whatever it was that wiped them out, before the Traveller, and before Tony thought they even had Exos. Those resources that Ikora had given him hadn't exactly been thorough about them.

Tony was watching Felwinter, and he was quiet. There weren't a lot of ways for a database to go 'rogue'. Eventually, he posited, "What aren't you supposed to know?"
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[personal profile] in_extremis 2022-06-11 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)
That didn't leave Tony with a much better theory about what drove the Warmind to kill Felwinter. There must have been something there, tied up in all of the code that made him sentient, that Rasputin must have been worried about. Whatever had lead to his death the first time, maybe.

"Did he ever stop?" Tony asked, quickly figuring out what circumstances might have led to that conclusion even as he did, and looking pointedly back to the panel set into the wall before Felwinter had to explain his violence.
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[personal profile] in_extremis 2022-06-12 06:43 pm (UTC)(link)
So...no. Tony's brow furrowed with concern, and he briefly watched Felwinter again as the Exo turned away, but didn't follow this time. He let his gaze slip back to the satellite, eyeing it with a similar anxiety, not sure enough that it wouldn't make him relive the scene a second time and still unwinding himself slowly like he would reach to find out.

"Maybe we met, in your previous life. That's why you're so fond of me," he suggested suddenly, building himself back into his smirking confidence as best as he could while he spoke, trying to draw himself away from the feeling of pulling the trigger.
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[personal profile] in_extremis 2022-06-12 10:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Confusion was a very generous assertion to Tony, who thought most of the time that Felwinter was considering if it would be less trouble to kill him, and so far he had lucked out on that mess being the bigger bother. He looked after, then started to follow Felwinter again then, still keeping his distance and letting the momentum he built carry him back toward the fire, and the throne. "That's even better," he declared. "Nothing better than a mystery. Keeps the romance alive."

Living alone in a big, drafty castle at the end of the world not knowing why you were alive, that was a kind of romance.

"Don't worry about your dad. Mine hated me, too, we don't have to get our hopes up," he continued as he draped himself back into the seat, or tried to. It was much more stiffly this time, his restlessly energy clear in the tick of his tendons as he held himself still.
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[personal profile] in_extremis 2022-06-13 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
The satellite still loomed, drawing Tony's eye, but his chest wasn't so tight over here, and the familiar beats of Felwinter's annoyance with him were reassuring. As long as he was distracted and irritated, whatever darkness lurked in any of this other stuff around the room couldn't be too oppressive.

He spoke so broadly that Tony wasn't sure if he was still only talking about back home, this place, where he came from, or when they woke up back in Temba, and had to bite his lip. At the very least, being snatched away to an unmapped planet should have been a reprieve from being pelted with heavenly bodies. No wonder he was so tense all of the time.

"You've been seeing other people?" Tony accused, looking appropriately shocked and offended with a dainty hand to his delicate heart. He wasn't sure what Felwinter meant by that, and didn't know enough about who else he did actually talk to, Tony realized.
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[personal profile] in_extremis 2022-06-13 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
Tony was too stubborn and committed to his dramatics to break until Felwinter spoke again, and he slowly let his hand drop to lean forward and try to get a better look at the box Felwinter was indicating. That did give a sudden clarity to his morality that Tony had been struggling to frame. Even if Felwinter didn't necessarily care about that village or believe in the cause, it sounded like a very distinct purpose where there had been a void. Other warlords.

"Has anyone ever helped you?" Tony asked, though he was sure he already knew the answer.

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