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phantasmalrift2018-10-26 03:46 am
phantasmods) wrote in phantasmalrift2018-10-26 03:46 am
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DUNGEON LOG - SILVEREAGLE MANOR
The day of the expedition dawns bright and early - are you all packed? Extra socks stowed in your hammerspace or with a hammerspace-wielding friend? Because - as the androids will tell you before you leave - this expedition is going to be a bit longer than usual.
After all, Silvereagle Manor is quite far in the mountains - even from Incendia, a slightly nearer starting point than Keystone Station, it's almost a full day's journey by glider. The vehicle that leads the way - piloted by Tau as before - is a bit bigger and clunkier than usual. Muon swoops around the main group of gliders at random, a yellow streak in the rain, while Neutrino - in a grey and black checkered glider - brings up the rear.
The reason why is revealed shortly after it lands, as spiderlike legs unfold from the sides of where Tau has carefully landed it just inside the gates of the manor. Within half an hour, a large canopy - almost too much to be called a tent - has unfolded, providing shelter from the rain and a place outside of the manor itself for everyone to sleep.
After all, even before you reach the boundaries of the base camp - floored by ivy tangles that the androids are rapidly working to clear to reveal the paving stones beneath - you'll notice that not all is right with yourself. And the far side of the tent, away from the gate, is within not only the main Fissure, but a Subfissure as well - they certainly seem to be becoming more common.
Perhaps more relevant, though, is the feeling that, once you pass beyond the plastic barrier of the canopy, you've entered into a ghost story...
After all, Silvereagle Manor is quite far in the mountains - even from Incendia, a slightly nearer starting point than Keystone Station, it's almost a full day's journey by glider. The vehicle that leads the way - piloted by Tau as before - is a bit bigger and clunkier than usual. Muon swoops around the main group of gliders at random, a yellow streak in the rain, while Neutrino - in a grey and black checkered glider - brings up the rear.
The reason why is revealed shortly after it lands, as spiderlike legs unfold from the sides of where Tau has carefully landed it just inside the gates of the manor. Within half an hour, a large canopy - almost too much to be called a tent - has unfolded, providing shelter from the rain and a place outside of the manor itself for everyone to sleep.
After all, even before you reach the boundaries of the base camp - floored by ivy tangles that the androids are rapidly working to clear to reveal the paving stones beneath - you'll notice that not all is right with yourself. And the far side of the tent, away from the gate, is within not only the main Fissure, but a Subfissure as well - they certainly seem to be becoming more common.
Perhaps more relevant, though, is the feeling that, once you pass beyond the plastic barrier of the canopy, you've entered into a ghost story...
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And what makes you think you aren't?
[Sometimes, talking about what you think the problem is only makes it worse. Listen before you make judgments.]
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It is plainly obvious to me. I am hopelessly behind everyone else. I barely understand the problems we face. I can only comprehend the nature of Fissures in metaphor, at best, and even knowing of the entity I can still sense no sign of their presence. I've still no understanding of what had happened to Dame Pidonus. Junpei has disappeared and I could only offer Rii-san empty assurances. And even this is an improvement over Airlocked!, where my actions hurt the people I cared about.
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...And to refuse to forgive yourself where others have forgiven you is also unfair. All people at some point in their lives make mistakes and hurt those they love - take it from me, for surely yours pale in comparison to mine. What matters is where you choose to go from there.