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realityshifted2011-02-12 06:17 pm
ex_oneiromancer912) wrote in realityshifted2011-02-12 06:17 pm
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when she comes here, she talks to the trees
[Like a fairytale heroine, Morgana walks through this strange land with her red velvet cloak wrapped tight around her. She takes careful and nervous steps across the floor, trying hard not to think of what isn't beneath her feet, and under her cloak is the faint outline of a hilt. Morgana stops at the edge of the forest, near a silver tree. It seems the most sensible place to make her appeal.]
[She speaks to herself at first, quietly, her hands drawn together as if she wants to wring them but is just barely holding back. She talks to herself first, nervous.]
I don't know any kind of magic that could form this. Even the Sidhe, surely . . . Perhaps those children were—but this cannot be Avalon. No apples even on this unearthly tree.
[The glass floor reminds her of the crystal shells that hold the stars and planets up in the sky. It's terrifying. But still she must speak.]
[Morgana gathers herself, and her almost-wringing hands become clasped together, controlled. She straightens up and lifts her head.] Sorcerer or Sidhe or whatever other being you may be, you will not convince the king of magic's goodness if you continue to wield it against him and his family. Should any ill come to my guard or to me, there will be retribution. You hurt yourself and all your people by such action.
Speak to me. I want to help. I too would see magic given its old place as partner and asset to Camelot's throne.
Please come forward. It's clear I could do you no harm even if I so desired.
[She speaks to herself at first, quietly, her hands drawn together as if she wants to wring them but is just barely holding back. She talks to herself first, nervous.]
I don't know any kind of magic that could form this. Even the Sidhe, surely . . . Perhaps those children were—but this cannot be Avalon. No apples even on this unearthly tree.
[The glass floor reminds her of the crystal shells that hold the stars and planets up in the sky. It's terrifying. But still she must speak.]
[Morgana gathers herself, and her almost-wringing hands become clasped together, controlled. She straightens up and lifts her head.] Sorcerer or Sidhe or whatever other being you may be, you will not convince the king of magic's goodness if you continue to wield it against him and his family. Should any ill come to my guard or to me, there will be retribution. You hurt yourself and all your people by such action.
Speak to me. I want to help. I too would see magic given its old place as partner and asset to Camelot's throne.
Please come forward. It's clear I could do you no harm even if I so desired.
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If technology like this existed on my world it would have been destroyed thousands of years ago. Whatever it is, it's beyond our understanding right now.
... Go home and try to forget about this place. It isn't safe, not for a king and not for his representatives.
[A cranky teenager-- and a forgotten noble son with a weakness for princesses.]
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I am able to defend myself well enough, and it would seem I have little choice in if I come here or not.
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Whatever training you got on your world is pretty much out of the equation. You haven't seen what this place does to people.
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Tch. Just think about the place you came from and you can leave.
[He opens his book and resumes reading, his body language anything but conversational. The cover can be seen through his fingers; it's some kind of
Dungeon Monstercreature encyclopedia.]The last time something went wrong, everyone was trapped for five weeks with man-eating monsters... and then it got worse. Make no mistake, our gracious hosts are anything but.
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Asch turns away a bit, possibly trying to disconnect himself from the issue.]
Head games, mostly. Some people had powers they weren't supposed to have. Some had... nightmares. A few were chosen and forced to fight each other to the death. That wasn't the first time.
The only way out was to vote for someone to blame it all on. The unlucky majority was tortured by the hosts and killed for sport.
[Asch is not made for the welcome committee.]
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What have we learned of how to stop them?
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But they aren't. Obviously they want something more out of it. This is an experiment, not a slaughter.
I think something is controlling them. It may be the Machine itself.
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Anything that garners that sort of attention can't be trusted. I'm not sure if it's actually sentient or not.
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[He needs to get in touch with Jade about the library thing and see how Luke and Tear are doing. Sigh.]
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Of course I have a plan.
[This girl might be new, but she seems to be smart. He wonders if he can use her later... provided she doesn't poke too much into what he's doing at home.]
Anyway, what I'm doing isn't your concern. There's a terminal nearby that will explain everything else about this place.
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Thank you. And good luck on your plan.
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Tch. Don't get yourself killed. [Because she seemed competent and competent people are at a premium around here.
He starts to shuffle off, not even bothering to leave his name.]
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Mine is Morgana.
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He stops, doesn't turn around, but gives a little cant of his head to show that he heard.]
Asch.
[Call him Luke and he will kill you.]
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