revivalproject | [ video ]

...aight.

[ The video comes to life with Jon giving the camera a weary look. Though aside from his usual appearance of disheveled restlessness, he actually looks... Healthy? Like he's been having a very good meal? None of that makes him look any less concerned, however. Or less stressed. He may have gone even more grey over his own birthday. ]

So- The storm is over. And... I can't help but notice we have lost- A few of us.

[ He presses his lips into a thin line for a moment before going on. ]

No actual victims to the crash or the storm, just... [ A small gesture with his hand. ] Vanished. Their names are no longer on the network.

[ He checked. He freaking went and picked up the Communication data point to check especially for certain people but he's not going to admit how much his hands have been shaking and how long it took him to pull himself back together after seeing those names still present.

Especially one name.

A deep breath. ]

Some of those that- Left. They had information on the Atroma. And I... I never got any of that on record. I believe it might do us well to get what information is still present recorded. I ask those of you who know anything about them to find me at the former library. Yes, former. I don't think it's quite accurate anymore to refer to it that way. It's just...

[ And he shakes his head, waving the matter off dismissively before muttering. ]

...hope everyone's alright.

[ A pause, and another deep breath and he turns the video off with a soft click. ]

[ PRIVATE to Tony ]

[ -but he's really just setting the feed to a locked frequency before losing his nerves on a public broadcast. ]

Talk to me, please. I couldn't find you in the storm, I-- I... I was worried... Still am. Please tell me you're okay!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[It's the question he doesn't want to ask, but he has to know.]

...who'd we lose.

[But then he already knows one's gone, given that there ship had been without a pilot when that silent siren song brought them aboard, but they'd had little time to think about it.]

Cloud is gone.

...so is Sansa. And her son...

[ And while he is glad to hear mother and son weren't separated, Jon is yet wondering about what happened to the child and if it was actually sent back with his mother or just... Disappeared. Entirely. ]

Also Chikai...

[ Some others he hasn't spoken to himself. ]

[The Exo's eyes shutter just slightly at the names. He knows two more than the one and her son, but it still leaves an empty feeling. Cloud and Chikai, he'd gotten along well with them. Cloud reminded him of people he knew back home, and Chikai managed to have a sense of humor despite the things that were going on.]

...oh.

Yeah... I-

Some people were brought here while we were gone as well. It all... If we didn't already know it's not the Agrii doing this...

[ And it all bothers him. ]

Yeah.

[He fiddles methodically with his handcannon, something to busy his hands, making quiet promises.]

And then all that. Don't appreciate us bein' played with that way.

That's all of us, no doubt. And even without the storms, they appear to have this... Control over us.

[ Like when they were compelled to enter the ships and had no way to even try to avoid the storm. ]

If I could know how they do that...

Not a fan of that either.

[He snaps the chamber of his Ace of Spades shut with a flick of a wrist and a sharp ring of metal.]

There's a lot I wish we knew about who all's pulling our strings, but so far they've only let slip once. But they did us a favor in letting us know they're there at all.

I hate that we are bound to guess, believe me. It appear to be those Atroma, but those with knowledge of them are getting fewer and fewer. And for all we know... They might well be watching us. For... Futile reasons.

[ It's frustrating, that's what it is. ]

...even the Agrii couldn't tell us much.

Talk to Wanda and the Soldier about the Atroma. Steve too. I can tell you the bits I've heard from them, otherwise. Annoying though, right? Has all the feel of the Atroma from what we've been hearing and finding, but maybe they're just a convenient scapegoat. Maybe we're still being led around even when we think we're figuring something out.

If they are willing to talk to me, I will.

Frustrating as it may be, for now we will have to stick with the trail we have.

Not much options there, but maybe we'll sniff out something that sticks out in the process.

[He shrugs, and whatever tension he'd transmitted in his quiet actions seems to simply disperse.]

We carry on, like we do. Like we did through that damn storm. Might be a few more short, but we still have people here.

Right... It's the only thing we can do: Keep going... Maybe keep exploring. I think I want to take a closer look at something.

Might find something useful. I know there's lots of interesting looking things on the map that could do for some looking into. I'm all for poking around places if you don't mind the company.

Not merely on the map. There are a lot of dead ends to run into even without it. But no, I wouldn't mind some company. We might encounter something unexpected.

[ If they're lucky it won't be more huge insects. ]

Well yeah. Maps are more like guidelines. Especially after things have been sitting unattended for a while.

[He finally offers a grin.]

You know where to find me, or just give me a ping.

[ Ah, yes. Cayde sure is the type to be up for a little adventuring, isn't he. ]

I will let you know when I'm heading out.

[The Exo gives the Archivist a salute then.]

[ video ]

[Video]

[Video]

[Video]

[Video]

[Video]

[Video]

[Video]

[Video]

[Video]

[Video]

[Video]

[Video]

[Video]

[Video]

[Video]

[Video]

[Video]