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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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Yusei, however, doesn't immediately assume that Jean's talking about physical fighting, however, so his brow furrows in confusion.]
What do you mean?
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[He's assuming Yusei's confusion is over the fact that he's not being taken for a combatant!! He has done combatant things and has the hotheadedness of a combatant but Jean's standard for these things is a little bit skewed at this point. Hmmm.]
You do like the front lines.
[Does that help.]
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Not...necessarily. I can fight, but...
[He'd rather just work on his machines. Yusei's still not entirely sure why Jean's bringing this up.]
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[Is he trying to clarify or messing around. It's always a little hard to tell; notably, he looks mildly amused with all this, but it's probably not at Yusei's confusion.]
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[Yusei closes his eyes, nodding to himself like he's trying to remember something important. It's been quite some time since he's left home, after all.]
And trusting your deck.
[there we go, now he's actually explaining a little more. kind of.]
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[He waits patiently for elaboration, but now they're both rather confused. The deck reference gets a blink or two.]
You need a deck...?
[He's thinking of patios.]
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[Especially without autopilot.]
Of course...you can't duel without one, yes?
[aha.]
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[Riding Duels are totally cultural milestones, it's fine. At least with that sort of terminology he can kind of get the idea that they're... talking about races? So maybe Yusei is just the type to favor unusual terminology for things.
It's not like Jean has room to call anyone else eccentric, but y'know. Decks. Right.]
Along with decks.
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[And now Yusei is...kind of getting where the difference is coming from.]
Duel Monsters probably isn't that common in other worlds, anyways...
[took you that long to realize, huh.]
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[A little bemused, a little amused. There's a little shift of realization in his expression, too, once Duel Monsters comes up.
....... he has no clue what it is! But still. They've finally arrived, probably.]
Duel Monsters?
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[Ta-da! You now know that Yusei has been waxing philosophical about cards.]
It's a worldwide phenomenon, where I'm from.