Main thread for IC. Opening post will be forthcoming when the game gets underway.
It's a gorgeous sunny day.
Inside the stadium, she feels lucky to find a back corner where she can stand atop her satchel for a better view while not drawing attention to herself. So far, it has worked! She can see King Creed clearly, but with a sad sigh, she quickly discovers King Creed is still not the man he used to be. Wanting to remember it clearly for the sake of accuracy, she tries to remember what she is experiencing for the sake of calling it all up later with her psychic ability, Total Recall.But a shadow's come over him, a blight on this otherwise gloriously radiant day. It's a shadow that Chan-Chan's seen before,
Eyes wide, she slowly recoils in astonishment, petrified by the setting of time as she hardly ever sees it. Only her cloak moves in the cool refreshing wind that she longer notices. This memory will be powerful enough, she feels, that she will be able to recover it completely with Total Recall. She is experiencing what she liked to refer to as a "crossroads prophecy," a scene in time - sometimes a pivotal moment in history - that could rocket away in most any direction, but whichever way it went, it often carried the fates of people along with it. Such prophecies were enjoyable to chat about with her fellow Grey Seers, but to experience one here and now during the king's speech?Yet, as Chan-Chan gazes upon the King, she becomes aware that the future is beginning to set in a way it rarely does.
Perhaps this was why. Chan-Chan watches as evidence strong enough for her to lay her very life down on makes itself known - The Mighty King of Tolkeen was, as far as she was concerned, no more. The shadows upon his soul had won. His nimbus of light had been replaced by bloodied barbed wire, the silvery sheen of his goodness had corroded away into something so dark as to perhaps defy the very sun itself. She had wanted to help before, somehow. But if Kueda the Grey could not reach him, what chance had she?Looking at the King with her own eyes, though, it doesn't seem optimistic. There's a hardness there now, an implacability,
The young dragoness becomes more and more afraid at what she might see - what she might be shown - yet she cannot bring herself to tear herself away. "Ancients preserve us!" What was this?! A nightmare! A nightmare of the most unholiest of proportions strikes her here at Silmarillion Standium in broad daylight! Why wasn't anyone else running? Why couldn't she run? By the name of the holiest of dragonkind, what was happening?!As her eyes drift away from the stage and over the crowd, though, something twists.
A shattered city wall. Men with skulls and flaming rifles pouring through the streets by the thousands. Thousands more dead, Tolkeen's people dead. Fire and destruction and ruin. An explosion. The feeling of a thousand or more perishing in a single instant. An echoing response in the Ley Lines and...
Then suddenly... all is well again. The sun! It peeks out from behind white clouds. The cheering and applause sounding from all around the Silmarillion Stadium - the whole and untouched Silmarillion stadium. Every person unharmed. Every person seemingly but herself. Reaching into her cloak and robe, she touches her chest, and finds her heart is racing like a fox in flight. Well, she knew how to eventually counteract that. Fear was shadow not substance - except now in the case of King Creed and all of Tolkeen, that is.And Silmarillion Stadium is at it ever was. Sunny and bright, compared to that burnt, grey-glimpsed future.
Something happened. Something significant happened. And for a moment, that rising, growing shadow of an inevitable Future That Will Be seems to pause. To stop. To no longer feel quite so inevitable.
Doing her best to pull herself together and compose herself, Reyna takes a deep, cleansing breath before speaking. "First thing we do is not panic. We don't have time for that, and we need our wits together to be able to keep from getting labeled as a pair of nut jobs calling that the sky is falling. We need . . . We need to find the rest of the Unkillables. If anyone is going to believe us and have any hope of changing what we've seen, it's them."Freya nods even as she holds her sister tight. "You remember it, too? I don't know off I should be thankful that I'm not alone, or horrified at what I remember happening over the years. How is this possible? Was it a vision of what will be, or are these actual memories of what we've already done? Reyna, what does this mean?"
She sniffs and wiped away tears that are flowing down her face, not giving a damn at the strange looks they are getting from the people around them.
In a more hesitant voice, Freya asks, "Do you think that there are others like us, that remember what is about to happen? And most important, what do we do now?"
Taking a moment to look around them, Reyna spots a familiar face, that of Jeanne-Marie (assuming she's not trying to hide). With a nudge to her sister, she says, "I spy with my little eye a potential ally, if she is who I remember her to be. Let's see if she remembers the past eight years like we do."Jeanne-Marie makes her way through the crowd towards where Freya and Reyna. She doesn't want to interrupt their reunion and coming to grips with the situation - indeed her own mind is still spinning over what just happened - but she does want to be on hand once they start looking for others who aren't jus there for the Speech.
Just like Reyna, she looks little like she did when last they saw each other. Her battered Super SAMAS has been replaced with a royal blue coat of MDC cloth, her hair has grown back to its impressive length, spilling out from the top of her head in wild curls, and there is a thick, black choker around her neck.
Standing there during a lull in King Robert's stream of words, she is struck by the profound difference in how she seems the assembled multitudes of Tolkeen now and for an hour and nine years ago. Gone is the suspicion and hostility, but come is also the guilt and the fear. She has killed people for the crime of being a D-Bee in the way of a Coalition patron or for being a Wizard fighting for his life against a regime that would kill him for following his nature and using his natural talents. It is a hollow comfort that most of the people whom she has ended were worse than that: Raiders, bandits and Federation mad men. Still somewhere in this crowd is a brother or sister or cousin or child of someone whose life she had a hand in ending. Even if it wasn't the right thing, she owes these people.
ellis had just entered the tunnels, only to be bombarded with priya's voice whispering in their mind, projecting where they were. Ellis gasped, letting out a semi-loud curse before setting off into a sprint, then beginning to fly through the tunnels at around seventy miles per hour, searching for that location that their lover had sent them.Ellis Mandel come to me
The Atlantean is quite familiar with Priya's magic owl spell, and once more feels a wave of relief that there are more of their number that remembers the time shift. She says to the others, "Merlin's Rest is not far from here. We can be there in a few minutes. Let's go."Reyna (and the rest of the Unkillables) would know well of Priya's Golden Messenger Owl. The Owl stops before Reyna and speaks in Priya's voice.
"Reyna, Ellis and I have had experienced something unprecedented, we need to meet immediately to discuss it. Gather the others and meet us at Merlin's Rest."
Chan-Chan gives a startled and cute "yipe!" when Freya grabs her, but she grins too. Atlanteans could be so quick to emotion! But what could she say? The feeling was mutual in its own way! As Chan-Chan listens to Freya, she looks up into the Tattooed Slayer's eyes and shakes her head. She tries to interject but...Freya grabs the young dragon by the shoulders and can feel a wave of stress flow off of her shoulders. "Chan-Chan! By all that's good and holy in this world it is good to see you! And you remember, too? The fall of the city with the seemingly endless might of the Coalition marching down the streets?" The tortured look on her face was enough to confirm this as true. "We remember. You remember. It's not just me and Reyna going mad."
...Jeanne-Marie does the job for her. Chan-Chan feels a flood of relief. These were indeed the Freya, Reyna, and Jeanne-Marie that she knew - the temporal magic had not somehow made strangers of them, which was sometimes the case! "She is right!" she tells the Atlanteans. But what were her ears hearing? She tries to respond to Jeanne-Marie's question but she finds it difficult as her ears tell her that this Jeanne-Marie speaks with a... was that a French accent?She steps up to where Freya is embracing Chan-Chan and says: "She wasn't there," clearly addressing Freya and Reyna, though her eyes are on Chan-Chan. "At least she wasn't in the way we were. How do you know what happened, Chan-Chan?" She asks. There is some of her native Quebecois accent in her voice, and as she notices it she suddenly begins to doubt if that was how she sounded 8 years ago.
Her Enhanced Perception psychic ability still active, Chan-Chan watches Priya's avian made of magic and follows its course back in the direction it came. Such "birds" were not real, but creations of magic and as such, they acted in ways unknown to most mortal wild birds (no fear of humanoids was one clear tell). Priya was back in the direction the avian had come - that would be enough to point her in the right direction then use Psychic Seeking to find her. Where Priya was, Ellis was too! A good sign! They were kind of close - Chan-Chan caught herself switching tenses already - but how close are they now? Hopefully closer! They made for a wonderful, very loving couple!The Atlantean is quite familiar with Priya's magic owl spell, and once more feels a wave of relief that there are more of their number that remembers the time shift.