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kismet_loop_logs2014-12-14 01:35 pm
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But that is not for them to decide...
Who: Yet-Unknown Death and OPEN
What: An entity stalks the streets of Haven
Where: All over the city...no, really, All. Over. - this entity does not know boundaries. Or personal spaces. You could encounter it in your apartment, even.
When: Any time mid-November to now
Warnings: Surprisingly, perhaps? None, really, but what you bring with you. Possibly general talk of death and mortality
Notes: Replies to tags will come whenever I can. Still no computer of my own, not for at least another week (and then we're looking at Xmas o.o). Just that I'd meant to put this up as soon as the event was over, since technically THAT would have been back in early November.
A smoky, curling mass of shifting blacks and deep greys crawls through Haven. Night or day, this mass might be encountered. Sometimes, it coalesces into the shape of a common black house cat, albeit a slightly large one. Its eyes are crimson red and, if met, will gaze back at a person with a sense of ageless intelligence. Those who had been kidnapped will surely remember this being.
Encountering either the mass or the cat will induce the same reactions. They're not insurmountable or even unignorable, but one would have to work at it at least a first. There's a dread, a sense of mortality, like walking through a graveyard, that seems to cling around the entity, or emanate from it - it's hard to tell. There's a chill that goes straight to the bones, or the struts on a Cybertronian. Also any Cybertronian - or other mechanoid, such a BP unit - will likely even have a hard time "looking" at the being. Sensors will fritz and error, unable to comprehend the utter null. An utter null with a clearly defined edge, like someone cut a hole in space itself.
What is this being? What does it want? Should it even be here?
Most people on the street avoid it, are even afraid of it, but . . . few seem actually surprised by it, like they know it's a thing that exists in the city. Some with even greet it - with or without fear is an individual affair. But . . . that's the thing, not all do fear it. One old man even seems to argue with the cat, though the conversation is far enough away that the words won't be discernible. If asked what it is, the answers range from fearful "do not speak of it" to wry "trust me, you wouldn't believe me if I told you."
Who's curious enough - and brave enough - to face the dark?
What: An entity stalks the streets of Haven
Where: All over the city...no, really, All. Over. - this entity does not know boundaries. Or personal spaces. You could encounter it in your apartment, even.
When: Any time mid-November to now
Warnings: Surprisingly, perhaps? None, really, but what you bring with you. Possibly general talk of death and mortality
Notes: Replies to tags will come whenever I can. Still no computer of my own, not for at least another week (and then we're looking at Xmas o.o). Just that I'd meant to put this up as soon as the event was over, since technically THAT would have been back in early November.
A smoky, curling mass of shifting blacks and deep greys crawls through Haven. Night or day, this mass might be encountered. Sometimes, it coalesces into the shape of a common black house cat, albeit a slightly large one. Its eyes are crimson red and, if met, will gaze back at a person with a sense of ageless intelligence. Those who had been kidnapped will surely remember this being.
Encountering either the mass or the cat will induce the same reactions. They're not insurmountable or even unignorable, but one would have to work at it at least a first. There's a dread, a sense of mortality, like walking through a graveyard, that seems to cling around the entity, or emanate from it - it's hard to tell. There's a chill that goes straight to the bones, or the struts on a Cybertronian. Also any Cybertronian - or other mechanoid, such a BP unit - will likely even have a hard time "looking" at the being. Sensors will fritz and error, unable to comprehend the utter null. An utter null with a clearly defined edge, like someone cut a hole in space itself.
What is this being? What does it want? Should it even be here?
Most people on the street avoid it, are even afraid of it, but . . . few seem actually surprised by it, like they know it's a thing that exists in the city. Some with even greet it - with or without fear is an individual affair. But . . . that's the thing, not all do fear it. One old man even seems to argue with the cat, though the conversation is far enough away that the words won't be discernible. If asked what it is, the answers range from fearful "do not speak of it" to wry "trust me, you wouldn't believe me if I told you."
Who's curious enough - and brave enough - to face the dark?
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YOU ARE NOT WRONG. WHAT IS DIFFERENT HERE IS THAT I HAVE BEEN TASKED WITH DIRECT STEWARDSHIP OF THIS WORLD - NOT ONLY ITS SOULS BUT ITS MORTAL BEINGS AND THE HEALTH OF THE PLANET ITSELF. I AM ONE OF THIS CYBERTRON'S GUARDIANS. I AM THE FIRST GUARDIAN. IT IS I WHO TESTED AND ELEVATED THE OTHERS. ONE OF THE FAILINGS OF THE ORIGINAL FIRST-FORGED IS THAT THEY WERE NOT INVOLVED ENOUGH IN THE LIVES OF THOSE PLACED INTO THEIR CARE TO HELP THEM BUILD THEIR WORLD. IN ORDER TO BEST SERVE THE POPULACE HERE AND NOW, THE GUARDIANS HAVE BEEN TASKED WITH BEING PRESENT AND AVAILABLE. INCLUDING ME.
AS FOR BEING IN THIS ALLEY, IT IS MERELY A PASSING POINT BETWEEN ONE PLACE AND ANOTHER. IF I DO SO PHYSICALLY RATHER THAN MERELY PASS THROUGH OBSTACLES FOR THE SHORTEST DISTANCE, I AM MORE LIKELY TO MEET AND VISIT WITH PEOPLE, LIKE YOU.
((ooc: I...probably don't have to clarify, but I feel compelled to anyway. Death's comment about the "failing of the FF's" is an IC opinion only. The mods did the best they could with their NPCs and I think they did a fine job at it. <3))
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Though the mention of the First Forged did bring an interesting question to mind. "Say... I don't suppose you know what happened to the First Forged between the time we all left Haven the first time and now? Or would telling me be cosmic cheating or something?" Hey it wasn't like they all hadn't been wondering, and if Death couldn't or wouldn't tell him, then they wouldn't be any worse off than they were now.
The answer to Lea's previous question however, was much more straightforward, and earned a slight chuckle. "Well, can't argue with that logic, I guess," he said. "Though a guy like me probably has a past weird enough to confuse even you. I know it give me a headache when I try to think about it too hard, and I lived through it." Yeah, Nobodies are weird.
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The tone and expression turned more somber as Death continued. [THERE WAS A BACKLASH IN THE RITUAL THAT WAS MEANT TO SEND PEOPLE HOME. THE FIRST-FORGED THOUGHT THAT UNICRON HAD BEEN BANISHED, BUT HE WAS NOT DRIVEN BACK NEARLY AS FAR AS THEY'D THOUGHT. HE MADE ONE LAST PUSH JUST AS THEY WERE CASTING, AND THE ENERGIES WERE COMPLETELY INCAPABLE. THE RESULTING MAGICAL EXPLOSION IS WHAT FLUNG YOU AND YOUR COMPANIONS FORWARD THROUGH TIME. HAVING BEEN AT GROUND ZERO OF THAT EXPLOSION, THE FIRST-FORGED WERE NOT SO FORTUNATE. THEIR BODIES WERE SHREDDED INSTANTLY. I ESCORTED ALL TWELVE OF THEIR SOULS ACROSS THE VEIL SHORTLY AFTER.]
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"What about Leige Maximo?", Lea asked. "Did he get away clean, or did you end up taking him too?" He hoped Leige hadn't gotten away; for him to live while the other First Forged died would be horribly unfair. But he'd seen more than enough to know that life was frequently unfair, so he wasn't about to hold his breath.
"And is Unicron's attack responsible for what happened to their temples too? Cause some of them look like they got hit with more than just several centuries of neglect."
Wow, self – “incompatible”, not “incapable” 9,9
YES. ONCE THE FIRST-FORGED WERE OUT OF HIS WAY, UNICRON LASHED OUT AT THEIR TEMPLES AS PRIMUS STIRRED AND PULLED HIMSELF BACK UP FROM THE CORE TO DEAL WITH HIM. THEY FOUGHT - IT'S ONLY BY ACCIDENT THAT THE REST OF HAVEN WAS SPARED - AND PRIMUS FINALLY OVERCAME UNICRON ENOUGH TO DRAG HIM INTO THE CORE WITH HIM, INTO SLEEP. IT WAS THE ONLY WAY TO CONTAIN HIM.
BUT THEY ARE POLAR OPPOSITES - LIGHT AND DARK, GOOD AND EVIL. THE UNEASY BLENDING OF THEIR ENERGIES IS WHAT FORMS THE CHAOS THAT IS THE MIASMA.
And heh, I forgot that Lea wouldn't know that there were technically 13 Primes. X3
"Given the forces involved, though," he said, "somehow I can't really see us ending up here and now as being an accident. Especially given what happened just after we arrived."