Phantasmal Rift Mods (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
phantasmods) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
phantasmalrift2018-10-26 03:46 am
phantasmods) wrote in phantasmalrift2018-10-26 03:46 am
Entry tags:
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...
no subject
[He's not going to manage to ever fully put his sword away. But he wants to be more than that, in a way that he doesn't know if Sync even has the ability to understand.]
no subject
I don't think I ever thought you wanted to go back to Baticul to begin with. Every way you acted certainly didn't seem to say anything about it.
[He can...sort of believe that Asch might want to do something other than fighting. Even if the idea of Asch doing something other than fighting is w e i r d]
no subject
[After all, there were four and a half years between his kidnapping and Sync even existing. More than enough time to turn missing home from a bleeding wound into an old scar.]
The idea that things could go back to how they were was a dream I held onto for a long time, like an idiot. I didn't even need Van to feed into it; I did that myself. Because trying to figure out what 'after' would look like otherwise wasn't something I could handle.
[He looks away.]
If nothing else, I'm determined to be better than what he made me into.
[As Sync knows well enough, a little spite goes a long way.]
no subject
At least until those last few words, at which point his ears flatten. Spite is a very good motivator, but it doesn't change how much those simple words strike at him. Normally he'd ignore it, but...]
Tch. At least you can.
[His voice sounds angry, and in some ways he is, but his tail is still. He wasn't expecting those words to hurt. He can't even begin to understand why they do]
Figures that you'd make your life harder like that. You always did seem to be rather good at that.
no subject
...You don't owe him anything. Whatever debt you might have had is paid.
[Last one pays for all.]
I'd take a life that's difficult and means something over an easy one, anyway. I just... I wanted to help people. I always wanted to help people.
[And that's the admission that's forced up by the honesty effect, because normally he wouldn't say that, at least not to Sync who doesn't have any grounds to understand it. While they might be similar on the exterior, buried deep, Asch is more like the replica Ion than he is his fellow God-General.]
no subject
I never owed him anything to begin with. There never was any 'debt' to pay. I let him use me because it gave me a purpose and I really didn't care that it's all I was to him, once I realised that.
[The last few words aren't something he'd admit normally, and he dislikes that he's said them immediately. His very early life isn't something he wants to remember]
You have a weird way of showing that, then. Or you're still an idiot. [Probably the latter] Making things hard on yourself while wanting to help people seems like a dumb combination to me.