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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 glad to hear we're on the same page.
[Seriously though, it's comforting to know she's not the only one expecting a Nasty to jump out at any moment.]
All we can really do is ensure we're ready, when the time comes. It'll be up to us - the combat team - to engage first. We need to make sure none of the others are hurt.
[Or, you know. Shot.]
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I notice we usually seem to be, anyways.
[ Or as far as he noticed, at any rate. Lancer kind of figured maybe that they weren't the only ones thinking that a boogeyman would jump out of the shadows here.
Or he hoped so!! ]
Yeah. Well, I'm always ready to kick ass, so I think bein' prepared to do that is at least the easy part. I'll believe that we can do that just in the nick of time to keep everyone safe too.
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[At least that's said with a bit of humour in her voice; truth hurts, but at least Lancer and her seem to be vibing about the whole 'TIME FOR BATTLE' thing. It's weirdly comforting.
...oh, speaking of which!]
I meant to commend you, by the way. For how you fought Wesker. It seems that that spear of yours is useful for more than just wild animals.
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[ At the very least the both of them will be ready when the time came to attack something indeed. That being said, he's not expecting the compliment.
He really just did what felt natural to him, after all. He's rubbing the back of his head, grinning but looking something close to sheepish but it'd be more happy, actually. ]
...Aw, shucks. Ya did good yourself, you know? Takes a great deal of courage to pull off what you did in the heat of battle, not to mention skill with knowing when to time shit.
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I appreciate it. It's good to know that we can work as a team.
[Because seriously, nothing worse than a group of people fighting an enemy while not. working together whatsoever. A good way for more than two people to end up shot, put it that way!]