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unknownseas2020-04-06 02:34 am
bathymetric) wrote in unknownseas2020-04-06 02:34 am
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WEEK 1
Well, you've now met the brains of the operation, as well as the shockingly nice-looking young lady in charge of day-to-day business. Now all that's left is to get used to your accommodations - there's 24 other people in similar shoes to yours to meet in this building, you know! And who knows how much longer you might have them...
The daily routine in the facility quickly becomes obvious - the only way to tell time moment to moment is to check the strange device The Professor gave you, but at the same time every day the lights in and out of the facility go up, and at the same time every night they go down. Otherwise, it's almost maddening sometimes, how little happens in here. At least you have a few rooms with enough to hopefully keep you occupied. Who knows what secrets they might hold? And there's always that vending machine, if you can find something that fits in the coin slot...
MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
FRIDAY | SATURDAY
[ ooc: Welcome to Peace Week! Enjoy it while it lasts. Remember, office hours for The Professor's Assistant are over here if you're interested, while regains can be deposited over here! ]
The daily routine in the facility quickly becomes obvious - the only way to tell time moment to moment is to check the strange device The Professor gave you, but at the same time every day the lights in and out of the facility go up, and at the same time every night they go down. Otherwise, it's almost maddening sometimes, how little happens in here. At least you have a few rooms with enough to hopefully keep you occupied. Who knows what secrets they might hold? And there's always that vending machine, if you can find something that fits in the coin slot...
MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY
FRIDAY | SATURDAY
[ ooc: Welcome to Peace Week! Enjoy it while it lasts. Remember, office hours for The Professor's Assistant are over here if you're interested, while regains can be deposited over here! ]
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[She puts the book back and picks out another on... human anatomy...........]
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After hearing the Professor talk? I'm not even slightly surprised. I'm certain that he wants us to get busy with killing each other, and he's trying to give us an 'encouraging' push forward.
[...He's not exactly doing much better considering he's got a few questionable choices in books here too, even if they're mostly horror novels. Listen, what are you supposed to do in this place, not read the murderbooks???]
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[But clearly the Professor doesn't care about that and wants them to murder each other for... some reason.
Anyway, Aela puts the book back and finally finds something that looks less like "murder 101" and more like an actual story. It's still very "how to murder a dude" but at least it's pretending to be fiction. She heads on over to join Lif.]
Though I suppose none of the researchers I've known have been any more sane than the Professor seems to be, so perhaps I'm off.
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Still, Lif's gaze darts up when Aela comes to join him--more out of instinct than anything, before putting down his current book and going for another novel in the pile. He could do with something a little less realistic.]
I understand what you mean. Usually research like this would be reserved for a particularly bad breed of dark mage.
[...]
Tell me about them. What exactly have those researchers gotten up into?
[He's curious, if nothing else.]
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The ones I've dealt with have been traveling scholars, people who supposedly had information on where the shards of Wuuthrad ended up. Most were more interested in myth and fantasy than the truth and gave us useless information. They were harmless, but so lost in their own heads they couldn't see reality.
[She smirks a bit at that, though.]
The mages, on the other hand... There's a whole group of them up at the College of Winterhold, and no one really knows what goes on there. Study, they say, though rumor has it they've been digging around in Saarthal recently. It's a Nordic tomb, formerly one of the earliest settlements in Skyrim by the Nords - my people. Most of Skyrim's population are Nords, so I'm sure you can see why they don't take kindly to the idea of mages diving into one of the tombs of our forefathers.
I've no clue what they hope to find in there, but it can't be anything good. Those mages are said to have caused the Great Collapse up in Winterhold, where most of the city was washed out to sea by repeated massive storms, but the college remained untouched.
It's mere speculation in the end, but it's enough for me to stay away.
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...The mages, on the other hand, see Lif's grip on his book go surprisingly tense. He definitely doesn't like what he's hearing about them.]
Those mages sound little more than graverobbers slowly racing to the world's doom. [There's nothing but venom in his tone for them, really.] I can't say I blame you for wishing to stay away. If they're allowing their research to sink to such levels, they may wind up incurring far more wrath than they can handle.
And every bit of that is what they deserve.
[Because maybe these stupid mages shouldn't be fucking with something that they apparently can't fathom? What the actual fuck is wrong with these mages, that's disgusting.]
Here's hoping they don't get all of you caught up in their mess.
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[Aela shakes her head once that's out there, though.]
Tell me more of your world, Lif. Are there many warriors?
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Still, the question about his own world...that actually gets Lif to hesitate, briefly. There's much he could tell Aela about the way the world was--before Hel came and upended life as he knew it, the world was filled with many soldiers that Aela could have probably tested her might against. He's sure that many of the soldiers in Askr's army would be delighted to face someone with such a unique combat style.
Lif's look goes back into his book, but he does speak up while he reads.]
There were, once. Before everything that happened...Askr's army had all sorts of different soldiers in their ranks. Some who fought on the back of pegasi or wyverns, some who fought on horseback, some who fought with magic...there was no end to the different fighting styles of the soldiers of Askr's kingdom, nor the Heroes we summoned brought with them.
[Ah, right--]
The land where I came from, Askr...it was at war with the kingdom of Embla for quite some time. With the help of a divine weapon known as Breidablik and a summoner who came from another world, we were able to summon heroes of other world to fight at our side. They came from all sorts of different worlds, each able to bring something different with them to assist on the battlefield.
[Lif practically glares down at the book in the process. His tone had been almost...nostalgic, before, but when he speaks again, there's nothing but bitterness in his tone.]
As it stands now, however? Just about anyone in Hel's army is simply a brainless undead. They follow her orders and do little else.
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Uh. Anyway. Ignoring that for now.]
Is Hel your employer?
[There's nothing in her tone; it's not judgement or sympathy, merely curiosity. The rest is something she can address in a moment, but that...
Well, it might say a lot about Lif if she's right.]
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[There's a pause; one where Lif considers just how much he wants to say here, if he wants to say anymore about Hel without being prompted. Or at least about the situation at hand, but...
No, if Aela wants to know about her, she can ask. It's not worth going into detail on unprompted.]
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How did you come to work for her?
[If he doesn't want to talk about it, he'll tell her in no uncertain terms.]
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And yet, maybe saying something would feel like it was taking the burden of all of this off his chest. The burden of what he's done. What he has to do. Lif's eyes close in response to that, taking a moment to center himself.
He shouldn't say anything, no, he shouldn't, and yet--]
...It isn't a pleasant story.
[He only acquiesces that much, before his eyes open and he turns to face Aela, distant as ever.]
And it's one that I would rather not speak of.
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I understand.
[There's no need to say that they scarcely know each other, that any bond they've formed over such a short time hardly means that either of them can trust one another in a situation like this. She gets it.]
I won't ask again. But know that should you ever want to share, I will always listen. The Companions were founded on stories - bold, glorious tales of battle and the tragic loss of life alike - and I will always listen to any tale you'd care to tell.
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Lif's gaze winds up darting at that, but he...]
...I appreciate it, Aela. Perhaps the day will come when I'm willing to share such a thing. [...] You'll be the first to know, if such a day should come.
[He doubts it will come, the day he shares the story of what befell his world like some sort of grand tale. But it's a nice thought. Aela doesn't exactly seem the type for pretty words, and he can imagine that The Companions are a rather stalwart group of people.]
If there is anything else that I can answer for you, however, I am willing to do so.
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[He isn't her shield-brother, and she certainly hasn't forgotten that. But Lif is one of the few people who gets it in a way most people don't here.]
Tell me of your most glorious battle, the one you're most proud of.
[A different topic, and in her opinion, a much better one.]
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I'll tell you of our final battle against the forces of Muspell, then. The king of Muspell, Surtr...he was a maniacal man who sought to do nothing more than burn every living being to ash. He reveled in the chaos that he caused, and after bringing one kingdom to near ruin, he had his sights set upon burning Askr to the ground.
He had been rendered immortal by periodical sacrifices to the dragon that Muspell worshiped, which rendered most of our battles against him utterly one-sided. In a way, it would seem that luck was on our side that day; after resurrecting himself, after our last attack ended in futility, he was entirely mortal when we finally had the chance to confront his forces within his castle.
The battle was intense. Soldier after soldier piled in to try and stop us while Surtr himself loomed ever closer. Our forces gave everything they have, dodging arrowfire, dragon's breath, and all manner of weaponry to land blow after blow against his forces. Slow but sure, his forces thinned...until it was simply the king itself who stood ready to fight.
It took the effort of all of us to bring him to his knees, before I struck the final blow against him. Ramming my sword through that utterly blackened heart of his, and finally bringing peace back to the land...
[Lif's eyes seem to close in content.]
I could hardly describe a better feeling of euphoria. The battle was truly glorious.
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Incredible. You aren't wrong; such a battle must have been among the most glorious in Askr's history. To defeat an enemy - a king, no less - who threatened not only your people but the world, and a man who otherwise would be unable to die... such a thing will be told in stories for centuries to come.
[Or at least it would in her world, because there are entirely too many history books and people talking about battles that happened hundreds of years ago like they're somehow still relevant in an effort to remind you of previous Elder Scrolls games, but that's not the point.]
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It was. I hesitate to say it stands among the greatest battles my ancestors have taken part in, [if only because there's LITTLE TO NO LORE FOR THE GACHA GAME] but...it certainly gave my people some peace of mind.
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[FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT]