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Reverted The city of Recollé...have you looked beyond the city lately? It may be time to do so. I. The good news, perhaps, is that everyone is back in their original bodies. The last few weeks may have been trying and embarrassing for several of you, but never fear! You're all in this together. The nice thing about returning to your original body is that everything else seems to disappear along with the unintentional swapping. Your dreams on the evening of the 16th and the 17th are unoccupied and you're blissfully alone. Hallucinations fade away and the city almost feels brighter and cleaner. The messy paint job from May and June slowly flakes off to reveal a sparkling almost-new landscape below. All buildings, landmarks, flora and fauna are back to their original colors. The sky, however, is still painted a strange wash of colors and symbols. The other nice thing about returning to your original body is that it's much easier to feel the sudden, sharp pain on your palm at midnight on the 18th, a needling high-pressure pain that lasts for all of 30 seconds. Upon looking at your hand, however, you'll notice something new. In bright red font there's a new marking that reads: 13 Days:23:59:59. 58. 57. 56... The timer steadily counts down, each second synced with each beat of your heart. As the days pass by the timer will slowly shift from the red to a dark, ominous purple. The glow of the mark becomes harder to ignore, and there doesn't seem to be a way to remove it. Good luck with that. II. The Retrospec app doesn't seem to be much better. The scrambled messages and posting errors seem to have stopped and users are no longer receiving messages and pictures about themselves. In fact, the app seems to be quiet for a while. As users continue to use the app they will find that any post, comment or message that they send via the app will be tagged with a different ID. Instead of their name, all messages will be from Alpha##### or Beta#####. The string of numbers will be unique for each user and cannot be changed at any time. Individual mailboxes will be attached to your name, but the Alpha/Beta ID has made its way there, too. Over the course of the rest of the month, Alphas (those who have had the app for at least a year from August 2017) will find that messages to other Alphas are sent more easily than to Betas (those who have had the app for less than a year from August 2017) and vice versa. Messages to anyone from the opposite "faction" may drop out half-way or appear blank entirely. It might be wise to find a better mode of communication in the meantime. III. Even if you're alone in your dreams, you're not alone in the waking world. No one is free from the timer on their palm, though they may come to find that it impacts some users more than others. Some users will experience a steady pulsating in their hand as the timer counts backwards, each second ticking by. Standing still just long enough will send the pulse out of their hands and through the rest of their body, over their arms and through their feet straight into the ground. The earth begins to shake under these unlucky users, little quakes and trembles that spread out and seek out anyone else nearby. Whether you know this person or not, whether you're alone or several of you are impacted by this earthquake, the ground beneath you splits open and you're pulled straight down into the crevice, falling aimlessly. Instead of finding your own life flashing before your eyes, you'll find yourself witnessing events, faces, and memories that are important to the user the pulses came from. On the outside of things, the user will promptly collapse into a coma-like state no matter where they're at. Inside their mind, however, a scene begins to set itself to welcome you as you land. It isn't a memory and it isn't a hallucination. It's a construct of someone else's innerworkings that have trapped you and blocked you in. As the haze around you dissipates, the puzzle you received earlier this month floats in front of you. Whether you have finished building it or not it is now fully completed and all of the words have faded except for "Gordian Knot." Your cell phones will not work in these dreamscapes, and even Retrospec seems to be disconnected. It's up to you to venture further into someone else's mind and help them untangle whatever mystery is hidden within themselves. IV. So about that timer. As time begins to run out, more and more people begin to experience dream dives and encounter the knots of others that they must fix. Even inside the dreamscape, the timer glows just as brightly as it had out in the real world and it continues counting down. At least it gives you a sense of time and just how many minutes, hours, or days you've been stuck inside someone's subconscious. You might even realize that the timer is directly tied to just how much time you have to unravel the knots of your friends, loved ones, and strangers. Easy, right? Take caution, citizens. The monsters and demons lurking in the corners of someone else's psyche can manifest to something quite powerful. You will not wake up and be booted out of someone's dream if you are attacked, but your physical body and mind will shut down and remain unconscious for one week. Be careful how you approach these knots, however! Should you change any part of them too much, the host will find themselves rejecting this new information. Too great of a change will result in the loss of an important memory to them and no way to recover it inside the dive. Even with these possible losses divers are responsible for fixing what's gone wrong and relieving the knot wound tightly in the host's mind. Venture forward, explore, and break it apart to awaken then. You will be greatly rewarded for your effort. Failure to break the knot and save the host from this comatose state will result in all parties suffering a loss. At first it may not be obvious, but over time it will be clear an important memory or item has left your possession. Is it just limited to dives though? Some users will feel that even with successful diving they don't quite feel like themselves. It seems as though there's some further self-evaluation they must meet in order to fully recover who they are...or were, as it may be. Tick-tock, Retrospecters. Mind the time. BONUS. Ever since he moved in back in February, the lights have always been on in Zee's office and home at the top of the Towers. Office hours are whenever he feels like making them and he's usually reachable by phone, email, or app. However, beginning on the 18th, messages to his inbox begin to go unanswered. Checking the inbox itself will reveal a change as well. Delta#02018329 is no longer receiving messages. On the 19th, the lights go off permanently. Beginning on the 20th, anyone who ventures to his office will find the building empty and locked, no sign of Zee at all. Reaching out to him receives a bounce-back error message. Any previous correspondences with him will remain, though his name has been replaced with his Delta ID. It's hard to say what's happened, but after some time, all users will finally receive a message from Delta#68422. No other messages will be sent or received from this account. Welcome to recolle's August event, part 2!As notated in the plotting post, the dreamdives are now live! Players are in charge of creating their own unique dive experiences for characters to explore and play through. These can be as harmless or as dangerous as you'd like. However, please be sure to let us know here if your character will be failing a dive and what memory/item they will be losing! For Prompt II, characters IDs will be comprised of the following: The date your character first appeared on Retrospec (so in Zee's case, that was 02/01/18) and the last four digits of your character's IC inbox as found in the HTML (in Zee's case, 8329.) These IDs will be more relevant in September, but for ease of playing/making sure no one ICly overlaps please use these numbers! Friendly reminder that if your character will be keeping their new AUs, please reply to this comment on the OOC plot post! As per Prompt IV, characters who are failing to recover their original AUs will begin to notice something is off and will not be able to accomplish what is needed to regain their original AUs. What this is is up to you! As per the plotting post, threading out successful dream dives will earn you a free memory! Qualifying threads must be at least five comments from you and can be from you either hosting a dive or participating in one. Please note that failed dives will not be eligible for freebies. Any questions you have regarding this event may be directed to the mod comment here. Be sure to review the mods' question thread on the plotting post for important information as well! |
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But she also gets his sword shattering and a gasp from the crowd.
Everything is silent for a moment before there's an eruption of cheers! Batoal, looking at the situation, bows his head. And he says, ]
I am disarmed, it is my loss.
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Your company should be honored to have you.
[she kind of screwed herself out of any more grace, just because she did do that one kind of quick, but... well, maybe she'll have more to say about whoever her next opponent is. but her attention immediately goes to the woman she's still assuming is Natalia, and even though there's absolutely no way she could reasonably see it from this distance, she winks and fires off a fingergun.]
[smooth.]
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It's not clear if the flower lady does see it, but she does shift a little in her chair? It's a long ways off though. Perhaps more importantly, Botoal walks aside and Lina is moved towards... Well, towards someone else. The man is massive - at least 6'4 or 6;5 - with broad shoulders despite his silly armor, and holding a similarly robust (but wooden!) spear at the end of the chain. Seeing Lina's fingerguns though, he looks vaguely irritated in a way that's hard to define, and he brings a hand up to lower the brim of his helmet (it doesn't have a true visor) a bit over his face to disguise the look.
The people doing announcements proclaim this is "Goldov" and that he won last year's tournament. ]
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You know, the belt's supposed to go around your waist after you win it!
[she's. kind of being an asshole at this point. but she'll give him the first shot now that basically her only trick is useless—she can't punch a spear. she'll have to rely on her smaller size making her harder to hit. hopefully. her arms are already up, ready to cross over her body defensively.]
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Well.
Lina's plan might get a little complicated, because he launches with a massive burst of speed. This man, it is made apparent by his very first movements, is supernaturally strong and quick, bringing that spear forward with a force that, despite it being dulled, will absolutely crack the stone below Lina if it connects there and likely run the risk of busting a rib if it hits her.
Basically, he's apparently the champion for a reason. ]
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[hoping she can get at least a little bit of leverage, her hands reach forward before she's ready to think too hard about it and grip at the shaft of his spear. either she won't be strong enough to pull it away from him or she will—but she doesn't like her odds when she yanks at it. this is rough, but she has to win, and if she can't disarm him (and keep his spear) then she'll just figure something else out because whatever's waiting for her at the end is absolutely going to be worth it.]
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But there is some surprise from both him and the crowd she did holdthat long against Goldov. ]
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Hey, hey! [her palms stick out near either side of her face.] I give. I am defeated. [might as well say it in the same pompous way that people around here have come to expect. whether this means she'll be taken out of the dream or she'll get to... speak with Nat on the sidelines or whatever, she doesn't know. but she doesn't feel like testing her luck.]
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because it seems like that person Lina just lost to is at the border of being the champion? ]
Alright! Well then, it seems that the great knight Goldov has earned his place to battle our Princess!
[ ... So yeah, you get to be on the sidelines. Or step in? The scene seems to be shifting quickly. ]
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Kick his ass, your Highness!
[at least she knows enough not to call her Nat in public. she's kind of okay taking a breather, anyway. she's not... she's an emotional fighter, not a physical one. of course, give her a few moments to assess Nat's fighting style—or see how she actually fares versus this dude—and she might have to rush in anyway. she'll save her not-girlfriend's ass if she's gotta.]
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The tall young man who hefts his spear and, once the fight starts...?
... Moves towards her with notably less speed than he used against Lina. Almost as if her ere regretful of having to fight her at all. It's more than enough time for the princess to bring three layers of crystal broadsword to bare using her Saint powers to cushion the blow of the spear (even that isn't enough - holding back, it still does connect with her, just with really minor force as a result of it being slowed) and enough that she can bring the rapier in for a precise strike which, if she didn't stop short, would have pierced Goldov's neck.
... And so the young man bows his head, and gets on bended knee before her. But even as the crowd cheers at her easy win, she actually looks irritated down at him, as if trying to articulate something she can't say in this moment. ]
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Bullshit.
[she's not speaking loudly, but she is direct in her address of the so-called champion as she steps forward from the sidelines, into the arena once more. her attention is firmly on him, though she's aware that her Highness is right there next to her, as she walks up beside him and stares down with disgust. this next part comes out with enough force behind it to echo through the stands, or at least she wants it to.]
Can't you see she's looking for a fight? If she wanted someone to kneel for her, she'd still be on her throne. [she kicks at the shaft of his spear.] Arise and let a real champion show you how it's done.
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[ That's "Natalia's" reaction there, her breath intaking sharply to see the scene change like this. The audience is silenced at this due to the echo of the movement, and Goldov looks up with obvious irritation showing on his otherwise dull face. Why is she getting in the way of things? He can't possibly stand against his princess...
But Natalia, seizing the moment, decides to take this moment. A new memory echoing in her head, she pushes forward to say, ]
That's right! I'll never be able to get over the shame of you holding back like this, Goldov!
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You heard her. Get out of here.
[now, she doesn't really know much about this Natalia. whether it's actually the one she knows and cares about or some dreamlike manifestation of her or what. but now that Lina has her attention, there's only a couple ways for this to go down, right? she tilts her head, smirks, and raises her fists in a guard stance.]
How do you want to do this?
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[ Natalia's tone is playful, airy, but even as she says it, she puts one hand on her hip and then waves her rapier in the air and summons six broadsword sized crystal blades into existence to orbit around her.
Goldov does take the hint and backs off. The whole audience and everyone else is aghast, but they seem to fade away as the world is only them and their arena. ]
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I can give you a better challenge than our former champion.
[and without really stopping to consider the logistics of starting a fistfight with someone clearly out of her league, much less with royalty, Lina rushes forward and closes the distance between them with a brass-knuckled right hook. she's good at this. she's clearly a very skilled fighter.]
[no she isn't. this is gonna be a disaster.]
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[otherwise, welcome to a wack-ass crystal prison, she guesses.]
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[oh well. Lina's going to keep punching, getting both her fists involved even though she's favoring her right. eventually she'll break through to Natalia, right? she can only have so much... mana, or whatever.]
Going to keep hiding, your Highness?
[might as well taunt her while she's at it. but in a friendly manner, of course.]
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Oh, I'm not hiding!
[ And it's at this point five dagger size blades come to try to stab at Lina from behind. It seems she can maintain both the barriers and attack. Hax ]
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Fine!
[now she'll have some adrenaline in her. now things are going to get interesting, since she's never been in this kind of situation with her new strength. pushing up from her inadvertent kneel, she kicks at the blade barrier in front of her with the tip of her steel-toed work shoes. she'll deal with the pain in her shoulder in a second, but right now she's on high alert for any attacks, too. keeping her head on a swivel there, Nat.]
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[ ... Apparently, she's getting too into it? But Natalia's laugh is joyful and amused as she finally makes to move, running in a wide arc around Lina now while she's still distracted with the barriers. She's quick on her feet, and she launches five more blades all of various sizes and speeds in the first movement. And she also wills more sharpness in the barrier Lina was on, making it a bit, more? Well, potentially painful. ]
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[she cries out in unbelievable, unbearable pain that she shouldn't be feeling if this is a dream, and there's a melody to her scream but it's not doing anything beyond sounding like a single, solitary note that resonates much louder than it should, instead of the tuneless shriek that anyone here might have expected. she's not moving; she's bleeding, and she'll probably bleed out, but... maybe Natalia will be merciful.]
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