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ximilialog2024-03-09 09:01 pm
STATION FINAL
● ● ● S T A T I O N F I N A L
The halls of the station are strangely quiet. The team has lost members now — there are less of you than there used to be, and here at the end of the line, following the very last mission, the absence of all your missing companions is felt even more acutely. Phantom footsteps haunt the rooms where some of those voices will never be heard again.
All of this brings the return of a melancholy feeling, and it’s as if the station itself feels it too — the sterility of the too-clean walls feels more stark; the mural down the length of the corridor gives way to nostalgia and longing; and the quiet seems to hint at the bittersweet sorrow of many more partings to come. It all sits heavy in the air: waiting, expectant. You are all waiting for something to happen — sooner, or later.
And all through the increasing turmoil and the realization that you are all at the apex of your journey on the Ximilia, the doors to the North Wing remain closed.
Behind them, the orbs wait, too.
Despite the strange atmosphere aboard the station, you should take this opportunity to rest and gather your bearings — get some sleep in your own bed, eat your favourite foods, have an actual shower, and maybe wash off all the sand from the Plains still stuck to you. If you ignore the warning bells chiming in the back of your head, steadily ringing louder and louder, this might feel like any regular downtime between missions.
1.0 The first day back passes in an in-between state, a limbo of sorts: waiting, but not quite knowing for what. There are ways to pass that time, of course — the kitchens have been very recently re-stocked, so those inclined to spend a few hours making fresh pasta or letting the mouth-watering scent of lemon muffins fill the room are more than free to do so. Or perhaps you head to the Sunlight room instead, to enjoy the slowly unfurling spring in the oh-so-real scenery; to hear the birds chirping and warbling; to watch the flowers waking up after a long season of frost, tilting their heads towards the simulated sun. It is like a literal breath of fresh air, especially after the endless dunes of Go’ama… and maybe something that can help you feel calmer, and more at home. Or maybe you’re spending the day with your friends and loved ones within the team, holed up in one of your rooms, or gathering all together to watch one final movie or play games — here, now, when you still can.
2.0 But it’s hard to ignore the constant warning that has burrowed itself into your every waking moment now — it’s the anticipation of knowing that something is going to happen, and whether it is what Viveca has warned you about or something else entirely … it feels serious enough for Degar to have withdrawn to guard the orbs, and serious enough to warrant this wait, the hours growing longer and longer without any clear answers when you might have been so sure the orbs would be fully unified the moment you got back to the station. For those who are not content to simply wait it out, figuring out a plan to deal with whatever is coming your way might be the way you choose to be productive: whether it’s through discussing strategies, compiling the spells you’ll need, and making sure you and your teammates are properly armed — though whether you trust yourself enough for that … that is another matter altogether.
It doesn’t happen all at once. It’s a slow, intentional switching on of your fellow teammate beside you; a shift in mood as you pass each other in the corridor; or a strange thing that they say while you’re just trying to enjoy your biscuits and tea. After eighteen missions aboard the Ximilia, and a clearer insight into the crew before yours, you know that the orbs are capable of corruption and manipulation, turning the best person into their own nightmare.
Whether you’re watching this happen to your teammates, or you’re feeling the orb’s effects on you, the feelings of unease amongst the crew builds and intensifies to the point of threat and fear, and then … irregardless if you’re under the orb’s influence or not, you all feel one thing burrowing itself within you like a sharp, cold blade beneath your ribcage: you feel unsafe.
3.0 For those under the orb’s effects: The ease at which you feel something slide around your mind like thick oil, rendering your thoughts sluggish and delayed, allows your subconscious to fill in the gaps with haunting visions and hallucinations, courtesy of your interaction with the orb that had once been Jial Bryn. You’ve met that particular orb before — when a great eye pulled the strings of a small, once idyllic town called Amaryllis Grove. You don’t even fight it; you don’t want to.
Now the power from that orb lingers inside of you, twisting your thoughts and prodding at your aggression and guilt and sorrow, any negative emotion that it can tug at. You might suddenly become uncharacteristically angry, or perhaps your worst nightmares suddenly feel real, visions playing across your eyes, causing you to lash out at your fellow crewmates — maybe with a warning at first, but eventually a verbal lashing isn’t good enough. You can’t help yourself, after all; you just want it all to stop. Your fellow crew are trying to keep you miserable. They want to take the power for themselves, take it before you can, and they will keep torturing you until you crumble. Amidst your misery, the answer becomes very clear: if you can get to the North Wing, where the power is at its greatest and most potent, and free collection of orbs that are trapped behind fortified walls, you will finally get exactly what you want, whether it’s relief from the nightmares haunting you, or your greatest desires realized. But you need to do it fast, and you need to do it alone. You can’t trust anyone.
4.0 For those who are not under the orb’s effects: You’re still yourself despite the increasing level of distrust surrounding you, with Viveca’s words still ringing in your ears: Trust no one. You start to see its effect on the team, the way people have isolated themselves from others. Stupid, petty fights are quicker to spark than they ever used to. Butting heads results in squabbles (whether verbal or physical) that you feel the responsibility to step in and mediate.
But you haven’t given up on your team. How could you, after all? After everything you have all been through? You could still get through to them. You first begin to notice it within the familiar glimpse in their stare, their recognition of you in between their raised fists and uncharacteristic aggression. It’s enough to give you hope that you still have time; and no, it isn’t much, but it is something.
Perhaps you will try to remind them of a memory about themselves, a story they told you and only you, a confession that became a bond neither of you have ever shared with anyone else, not even from your home-world. Perhaps physical touch (if you can avoid retaliation) is the key to bringing your teammate back, whether it’s to shake their shoulders, or to grip their hand, or even to pin them down with your own weight. If all else fails, you may have no choice but to fight them. Maybe it will only take one of you, or maybe help requires a small group — whatever it is that you attempt to do, you’ll need to keep them from hurting you and your fellow teammates, and you’ll need to keep them away from the orbs in the North Wing.
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You mean what needs to be done with the orbs?
[ He jerks a head in the direction of the locked door that blocks any of them from accessing the north wing. ]
And what do you intend to do?
[ He already knows the answer, but he asks it anyway in an attempt to stall for time. There's no grand plan on how to keep her from her goal. Knowing now exactly how her power works means it won't be possible to block her progress. Yet if he doesn't they're all doomed - Daisy included. He needs to protect her from herself. ]
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You know exactly what I intend to do.
[Her jaw goes tight as she assesses him. Knowing he no longer has her power, he doesn't stand a chance against her. He's not strong enough to wield the power the orbs hold.]
So don't try to stop me, because you'll regret it.
[There's absolutely no hesitation with her threat, making it clear that she will follow through if she has to.]
Leave. Now.
[It's the only warning he'll get.]
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Elskan. Come with me. Remember who you are.
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I know exactly who I am.
[And that's all she says before she raises her hand to shove him backwards with her powers.]
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He swallows hard. There's no time to think up something smart so he'll have to improvise. Distract her until someone else comes along to catch her off guard? But who else can he even trust right now? There's a brief thought that she can't break into the north wing if she's unconscious but he rejects the very notion and instead pushes himself off the wall. ]
You are a woman who has no desire to be used by the orbs. So don't let them.
[ He braces himself, hands balled into fists as he anticipates another blast of pain. ]
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She doesn't step back even as he gets to his feet, hand still held out in front of her. Nostrils flaring in anger when he tries to say who she is, and what she does or doesn't want.]
You don't know a thing about what I want.
[And again, another blast of energy is thrown at him. There's some relief in doing this, the anger still there but subdued by having an outlet for it.]
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Then tell me now.
[ He looks up at her, already knowing it will be the orbs influencing her answer. But he's not dead yet so he has to keep stalling. ]
TW: Choking
[She says through gritted teeth, moving closer to him she uses her powers to squeeze at his throat. Choking him.]
You can't stop me. We both know it.
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Bracing his free hand on the ground, he leans like he's about to pass out, but it's to give him something to brace against as he sweeps out his leg against both of hers at the ankles. ]
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She lays there for a moment. Her head breaking her fall, it leaves her stunned.]
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Trust no one. The words ring out again in his mind. How can he trust her while the orbs thrive on chaos? They could easily force her to trick him and he'd fall for it, wouldn't he? Again, the thought slips in that he has to do whatever it takes to stop her, and she can't wreak havoc if she's unconscious.
Naturally he doesn't think of all this in the space of an instant. It takes him too long to deliberate what to do and Daisy won't stay down for long. ]
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Bringing her leg closer to herself, then she kicks it out in an attempt to get him right in the crotch.]
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Of course that thought flies out the window when she kicks him in the balls. Right; she's trying to kill him. The sound that comes out of him is the most unnatural growling-squealing combo that's ever been heard and if the man had any dignity to begin with, he'd be embarrassed by it all. As it stands, he's hard to embarrass and instead he just reflexively covers himself and falls over. He blows out a long breath, trying to recover as he sees stars and the only thing he can think to do is force his legs out, trying to tangle them with hers to prevent her from getting up. ]
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She reacts quickly when he tries to keep her down. With the heel of his leg between hers, Daisy uses one leg to hold onto his leg while her own wrap around it to keep it locked. Twisting her body, she attempts to put a painful amount of pressure on his leg by twisting it in the opposite way of his body.]
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Enough!
[ He just needs some leverage to get up above her so he tries getting to his knees. ]
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I'm sorry.
[ His jaw crackles a little as his says it from her kick. He goes to stand with her hoisted up in his arms and his whole body screams in protest. That thigh muscle is definitely pulled and he's still not entirely over getting kicked in the groin. But he makes it to his feet, closing his eyes a second to try and focus on what's important. Daisy taught him how to meditate, so he'll tap into that as he carries her off away from the north wing. Maybe he can find something in his room to tie her down to the bed with. Then he needs to find help. It's still going to be difficult to know who to trust but if they're being controlled by the orbs in the same way Daisy is, they'll have a single-minded goal to get to the north wing and won't bother with honeyed words and tricks.
Off they go, Joric gritting his teeth as he partially limps along. ]