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phantasmalrift2018-12-19 11:39 pm
phantasmods) wrote in phantasmalrift2018-12-19 11:39 pm
DUNGEON - BELLMARE ENCLAVE (BELLMARE MOUNTAINS, PT 2)
The shadows are starting to grow very long as you crest his particular ridge - it's not night yet, but it will be soon. In the shadows of the afternoon, with a tall mountain already blocking the sun, lies a snow-covered valley that is different from the ones you've come across thus far in your investigation.
This valley is home to a town, and unlike all the settlements you've seen so far - Incendia, the Telovia mining town, and the manor - it's very much active. There are actual people in the streets, visible from above, going through their days on snow-free streets, bundled up against the cold.
Those of you who asked were told of the handful of people who didn't go into the slumber of stasis as the Fissure conditions of the world grew worse and worse, instead isolating themselves and trying to continue living their lives as they could. Now, it seems, you've found exactly such a group.
Welcome to the Bellmare Enclave, and enjoy your stay.
[[OOC: Welcome to part 2 of the dungeon! For the most part, interaction with the town's NPCs can be handwaved as described on the main information post. Worth noting are the following major things: The Bellmare Enclave isn't expecting visitors, though the people are generally friendly to the new arrivals. They don't know about the time dilation effect of their Fissure - to them, it's only been about eighteen years since the Slumber Plan was put in place and they withdrew from the world. And finally, by a similar token, they have no idea how far the Fissures outside of their own have grown - while it's not uncommon for them to find odd objects from time to time, they'll assume that the characters are just arrivals from other places within their own world, rather than outsiders, until told otherwise.]]
This valley is home to a town, and unlike all the settlements you've seen so far - Incendia, the Telovia mining town, and the manor - it's very much active. There are actual people in the streets, visible from above, going through their days on snow-free streets, bundled up against the cold.
Those of you who asked were told of the handful of people who didn't go into the slumber of stasis as the Fissure conditions of the world grew worse and worse, instead isolating themselves and trying to continue living their lives as they could. Now, it seems, you've found exactly such a group.
Welcome to the Bellmare Enclave, and enjoy your stay.
[[OOC: Welcome to part 2 of the dungeon! For the most part, interaction with the town's NPCs can be handwaved as described on the main information post. Worth noting are the following major things: The Bellmare Enclave isn't expecting visitors, though the people are generally friendly to the new arrivals. They don't know about the time dilation effect of their Fissure - to them, it's only been about eighteen years since the Slumber Plan was put in place and they withdrew from the world. And finally, by a similar token, they have no idea how far the Fissures outside of their own have grown - while it's not uncommon for them to find odd objects from time to time, they'll assume that the characters are just arrivals from other places within their own world, rather than outsiders, until told otherwise.]]
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[ Yuuri doesn't quite understand what she's seeing when it happens. After all, it's a memory she's revisited so many times before that she knows it the instant it pops into her head. Waiting in the clubroom for Miki to come back with the antidote, Kurumi handcuffed to the couch and writhing, kicking, screaming while the infection ate her alive from the inside out. It's not particularly nice remembering it again, but she knows it's passed. She knows Kurumi's... fine.
But that doesn't stop her breath from catching when it carries on playing out, without her being able to stop it. Again, she sees herself slipping a hand under the desk, unwrapping that knife and holding it over Kurumi but– it's fine, isn't it? It's fine, because Miki comes back – Miki comes back with the medicine and no one gets hurt. Nothing happens, no one gets hurt and Kurumi lives.
Miki doesn't come back.
Yuuri watches herself bring the knife down, sees it sink into Kurumi's throat and it's only the fact that she doesn't feel the warm splatter of blood on her hands that keeps her sudden retching from escalating into full-on vomit. ]
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[ The second memory that comes through doesn't seem quite as dramatic, not at first – it certainly doesn't seem to warrant the way Yuuri cringes at it. It's an unusual scene, though – nineteen people all dressed to the nines in formalwear, gathered on the gravel drive leading up to an enormous mansion. All of them are in various states of confusion, distress, irritation or any combination of the three, which might be to do with the enormous glass dome that stretches out over the mansion and the outside... and the cold void of starry space pressing in from the outside.
To some of you, it's a familiar sight. But even then, there's something wrong. There's a whole garden's worth of flowers out here now, both in the grounds and crawling the walls of the mansion. And most worryingly of all... Yuuri is missing, and in her place is a sullen-faced young woman with long dark hair who's very clearly not happy to be here. It's unclear at first just what this memory has to do with Yuuri... until the front door of the mansion opens.
The Yuuri who steps out doesn't look the way she did on the day she woke up as a Champion, however. Instead of formalwear, she's dressed in a pin-neat office lady's suit, with her long dark hair swept up in and over-the-shoulder ponytail. There's no P.I.P. on her arm but most concerning of all... she's smiling.
'It's good to see you're all up and awake,' she says to the assembled Champions. 'I'll be overseeing your stay, here at the Fantasy Sweet. You can all call me Thorn.' ]
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That's fucked up.
[yeah no shit sherlock]
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[ She's trying to sound flippant, but with how shaky her voice is, she's not pulling it off. ]
Was that something that could've happened or just– what?
[ Are we hugging? Yes. Hugging now. Much easier than thinking about your trauma. ]
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scar
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If she was pale a moment ago, she's practically green in the face now. ]
I d–don't... understand... that didn't happen, I never– so why...?!
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[He pulled her into a gentle hug, hand running light over her hair.]
I don't know what's going on, Yuuri. But whatever it was, it isn't real.
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Did... did anyone else see? They didn't, did they?
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[Either way, he wasn't letting go anytime soon.]
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[This is certainly... different. Arianna worriedly glances back and forth between Yuuri and what's left of the illusion.]
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[ She shakes her head. She very clearly does understand it, even if she wishes she didn't. ]
I just– I don't get why it'd be... me. Of all people.
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[Does she want her hand held? Doesn't matter, it's happening.]
If Sir Jamie and Sir Bolton could be made to play such a role, perhaps it could have been any of us.