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theshimmer2020-08-01 11:41 pm
shimmermods) wrote in theshimmer2020-08-01 11:41 pm
WEEK THREE
THIRD WEEK
While very few things have been made entirely clear since you've been here, one thing certainly seems to have been: there are no more survivors. There's no one else to watch out for, but there's no one that you're going to be able to save, either.
You are truly and utterly on your own.
With two of your number injured, it's likely that this isn't a welcome thought; it also means that the going may be slower than anyone would really like. Unfortunate, as this is where the hike starts becoming more difficult; it isn't particularly treacherous - there are no steep dropoffs or cliffs to be wary of, and it is still hiking more than climbing - but the paths are becoming steeper, requiring more exertion to traverse. It will give you time, however, to pay attention to your surroundings, and the way they start to shift around you - almost as though in response to your presence itself.
It's simple things at first - a familiar flower, a plant you used to see all the time back home. Perhaps it will even feel nostalgic for a moment before you realize that it has no business being here. Some of the changes are small - glasswing butterflies with wings the shades and colors of real stained glass, beetles with their hard backs glittering in jewel tones that serve no real purpose. Occasionally the bark of the nearby trees have cracked open, wood splitting to reveal inner mechanisms and gears like clockwork.
Some of the changes are reflected in you as well - or perhaps Wesker's words simply have you thinking too much. The notion that the Shimmer resides in you seems impossible; after all, you don't feel any different.
It begs the question, though.
Have your fingerprints always moved like that?
SUNDAY | MONDAY |
TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY | FRIDAY
You are truly and utterly on your own.
With two of your number injured, it's likely that this isn't a welcome thought; it also means that the going may be slower than anyone would really like. Unfortunate, as this is where the hike starts becoming more difficult; it isn't particularly treacherous - there are no steep dropoffs or cliffs to be wary of, and it is still hiking more than climbing - but the paths are becoming steeper, requiring more exertion to traverse. It will give you time, however, to pay attention to your surroundings, and the way they start to shift around you - almost as though in response to your presence itself.
It's simple things at first - a familiar flower, a plant you used to see all the time back home. Perhaps it will even feel nostalgic for a moment before you realize that it has no business being here. Some of the changes are small - glasswing butterflies with wings the shades and colors of real stained glass, beetles with their hard backs glittering in jewel tones that serve no real purpose. Occasionally the bark of the nearby trees have cracked open, wood splitting to reveal inner mechanisms and gears like clockwork.
Some of the changes are reflected in you as well - or perhaps Wesker's words simply have you thinking too much. The notion that the Shimmer resides in you seems impossible; after all, you don't feel any different.
It begs the question, though.
Have your fingerprints always moved like that?
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[ And a pain in the behind. ]
...But, I'm guessin' there's other good things about your home, yeah?
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There are, yes. Even if Nohr had a lot of faults, it was still home, at least for a while.
[...]
Do you want to come join me in making some things out of these flowers?
[It's an inelegant subject change, but there it is none the less.]
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These aren't the kind of flowers I'm going to be touchin'.
[ If anything, he's noticeably made his distance apparent from touching flowers and the like here. ]
But, I don't mind hanging out with you while you make stuff.
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Well, I appreciate it! It is nice to have some company while I do this--though maybe I should try to do this and walk...hopefully the group hasn't gone too far on ahead...
[Not that it's gonna stop her from continuing to pick some more colorful blooms.]
What's your home like, anyway? I don't think I've ever asked...
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They probably stopped to gaze at the pretty flowers like the rest of the way. Either way, I'll be happy to escort you the rest of the way back.
[ That's a good question. He hadn't been to Ireland in ages...he supposed he could start with Japan, since technically that's his current 'home'. ]
My current home's a rather modern place. World's become filled with more machinery than I last remembered, but it isn't so bad.
It's easier to nab a fishing rod, and much more easier to obtain drinks than it was years ago. Before I came here, it wasn't all that exciting at the time, but it can be a place full of conflict when the circumstances are just right.