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theshimmer2020-08-08 11:35 pm
shimmermods) wrote in theshimmer2020-08-08 11:35 pm
WEEK FOUR
FOURTH WEEK
The Shimmer may have left you physically, but it's always with you; it's something it had insisted on yesterday, and it's something that continues to be pervasive even now, both in thoughts and within you in other, perhaps more noticeable ways. The statements that have been made weigh heavily; your surroundings continue to be influenced by something or other - plants you recognize are still present here, even as the trees themselves continue to crystallize, growing glassy white and transparent around mechanical insides - and the changes to your physical bodies are becoming more evident and difficult to ignore.
Perhaps more disturbingly, when you went to sleep in the clearing there were sixteen of you.
When you wake up, there are fifteen.
No matter how many headcounts you take, you keep coming up one short; the fact of the matter is that Rean Schwarzer is no longer among you. There's no visible evidence of where he's gone, and all of his belongings are still here; perhaps in some part of your mind, the possibility registers itself - maybe he's not with you because he went to the Shimmer. Not in the same way the cultists went, and not in the same way the ring of bodies seems to have gone, but maybe...
The thought is difficult to shake; the fact of the matter is that he isn't here, and you probably don't want to stay here. After all, your options are currently either to do what you set out to do, to return to the base and very possibly be killed for your efforts, or to remain here with the corpses.
The hike uphill is steep; perhaps it's fortunate that you're no longer tiring out like you used to. It's easier to keep going nowadays, even if it feels somewhat mechanical in doing so; your limbs know what they're doing, even if there's some reason for your mind to disagree. You seem to be making good time in moving toward the site of the initial impact of the meteorite; perhaps it won't be much longer before you find your objective.
That is, if all goes according to plan.
SUNDAY | MONDAY |
TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY | FRIDAY
Perhaps more disturbingly, when you went to sleep in the clearing there were sixteen of you.
When you wake up, there are fifteen.
No matter how many headcounts you take, you keep coming up one short; the fact of the matter is that Rean Schwarzer is no longer among you. There's no visible evidence of where he's gone, and all of his belongings are still here; perhaps in some part of your mind, the possibility registers itself - maybe he's not with you because he went to the Shimmer. Not in the same way the cultists went, and not in the same way the ring of bodies seems to have gone, but maybe...
The thought is difficult to shake; the fact of the matter is that he isn't here, and you probably don't want to stay here. After all, your options are currently either to do what you set out to do, to return to the base and very possibly be killed for your efforts, or to remain here with the corpses.
The hike uphill is steep; perhaps it's fortunate that you're no longer tiring out like you used to. It's easier to keep going nowadays, even if it feels somewhat mechanical in doing so; your limbs know what they're doing, even if there's some reason for your mind to disagree. You seem to be making good time in moving toward the site of the initial impact of the meteorite; perhaps it won't be much longer before you find your objective.
That is, if all goes according to plan.
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...I'm sorry. I know how that feels.
[....
hopefully that isn't an indication of how things are going to go in here, um]
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[Said quietly.
His hand goes to the talisman around his neck.]
Told me he'd never done enough as Schattenkäger.
[...]
Sorry. I think this place is gettin' to me.
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It's all right. I'd be surprised if there was anyone here who isn't feeling the same. This mine isn't exactly helping.
[Like. It's really really creepy in here. Avo forbid their lights go out.
...]
...how is your wound, by the way?
whoops I mangeled that html
[But he leaves it at that.]
It's... healed, if you can believe it. Healed only a few days after bein' shot. Gives me the heebie-jeebies thinking about it.
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[...this man copped a gun shot to the chest, that should take weeks close over-]
Are you saying it's fully healed? Completely?
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[Don't worry, it's freaking him out, too.]
Doesn't look like a gunshot wound, either. Looks like I got stabbed.
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[...completely and utterly bizarre? But Gabriel clearly knows that, so there's no sense in needlessly panicking.]
....well. It's certainly strange, but at least you no longer have an open wound. Silver linings.
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I keep expectin' it to get worse on me.
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[At least...it's gotten better, and hasn't gone in the opposite direction....that would not be good.
...]
....I've been meaning to say to you, Gabriel. There was no need for you to get between Wesker and I. I was handling it.
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[Look, he can admit he was stupid, but he's not about to regret what he did.]
You remind me of someone. Someone I couldn't save. I thought...
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...I'm not trying to say I'm blaming you for getting shot. It's more...the other combatants and I should be the ones in the line of fire [-usually in...active battle, not randomly like Garma, but he's just that lucky-], if it's going to happen. You and the other researchers should stay back.
[.......]
....I know how that feels, though. To....fail to save someone important. It's hard.
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[He's fine with people being blunt. He's outright had more than one person say he's going to get himself killed before.]
You know, she'd be pissed off at me if she knew. She... died protecting me.
I don't plan on doin' a second round of that.