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The Nobody stands up and turns around.
"Imagine you spend what you consider your existence, out of day one, doing dirty work for the side of darkness. As far as you know, your organization's only goal is to achieve realness. Then your friends turn on you, you have to kill one of them, and the next thing you know you're trapped in a computer simulation, forgetting your past and thinking you have a whole new group of friends to whom you matter, all the while someone you don't recognize is helping prepare you to make a choice. Then the moment you remember and realize your choice, some big guy thinking he's hot stuff decides you don't get to choose - you have to go back to nothingness."
He fully materializes his weapons - one a blade representing light, and one of darkness. He points the light blade at Ben and the dark blade at Wrustoiz.
"Wouldn't you hate the light for that?"
Same thing about sensing empty space applies to Wrustoiz as it did to Ben.
Edited by KiriK on Jan 19th 2020 at 5:16:32 AM
Sarah is sliding down the hills of Raldbathar, though slowly. She has her hands on her pockets as she does, suggesting that she's doing it just for the kicks, but has her mind elsewhere.
She jump and land away from her skating ground, gracefully.
Throat Of The World
Terry weaves through some of the formations, but gets whacked by one or two of them as well.
Sarah might be able to spot her favorite brother-in-law walking around nearby, near the base of the hills. Although getting a little closer will show her that it's not her version of Argo that she's seeing, but rather the one that suffered under BE!Katre and BE!Troa.
Regardless, he isn't looking in her direction as he's walking, so he doesn't notice her yet.
Sarah notices Argo and is about to ask him what he's doing here (she herself was only really here to see the new setting a bit) and notices that it's the "other" him.
She doesn't stop smiling, but her expression does turn a bit more serious. She doesn't exactly make herself known, but she takes a few steps forwards.
Edited by Bolded1 on Jan 19th 2020 at 12:27:22 PM
Before Ben can respond to Wrustoiz, the hooded figure gives his speech before pointing a blade at him. In response, he instinctively ignites his sapphire blue lightsaber and raises it in a defensive stance.
"I... don't really know how to answer that question."
After she's set a few steps, BE!Argo's head suddenly turns, so quickly that it could almost be a jumpscare, and he looks right at her. Either he heard her despite the distance, or he sensed her presence.
Cue an uncomfortable silence. BE!Argo is just standing there, hands in his pockets and stance slightly hunched.
Edited by DevilPsyco on Jan 19th 2020 at 12:32:38 PM
Sarah stare back at him, blinking when he does his jumpscare-of-a-weird-sort.
Awkward. she says, to try to defuse the situation.. a little.
Wrustoiz recoiled, and stepped backwards for a moment. That emptiness plagued Wrustoiz with fear for a moment, and in a moment of instinct the Sith drew one of the lightsabers from his hilt igniting it to reveal a silver blade. He took an aggressive stance, perhaps recognizable as the ancient Sokan Lightsaber Form.
"Hmph, a tragic story. Betrayal and slavery sting most of all, bathing you in a hatred you cannot be rid of."
Edited by KrampusTheTherapist on Jan 19th 2020 at 4:34:53 AM
The Nobody sighs and looks away. "... Of course not. You haven't been in my shoes."
He dismisses his weapons, looking to the door now.
"You can quit the sympathy act. It doesn't matter. I don't matter. And I'm leaving."
Stygian Zinogre runs directly at Terry and swipes a claw at him, its limb streaking with Dragon element. If Terry gets hit, he will be afflicted with Dragonblight, nullifying elemental damage from any of his attacks until he lands enough hits on it back.
He stands up straight, still keeping his hands in his pockets.
"Huh, guess I stuck around long enough to meet you again after all." , he says as he fully turns to her.
Ben deactivates his lightsaber.
"I know you don't especially care for sympathy, but... I'm sorry you were dealt such a poor hand. May the Force be with you."
The Pale, Raldbathar
Torunn◊ wanders across the snow-covered ground near the dwemer ruin of Raldbathar, taking in the sights around her.
"Whoa... This kind of reminds me of that story Grandfather told me about the time he fought the Frost Giants on Midgard. And found Uncle Loki afterwards..."
Then she notices Sarah's encounter with BE!Argo. Remembering the time she, her father, and Niko had met the latter, the princess of Asgard cautiously approaches them and greets Sarah with a wave.
"I'm... not intruding upon anything personal, am I, Aunt Sarah?"
Edited by IchigoMontoya on Jan 19th 2020 at 3:52:02 AM
Wrustoiz too, deactivates his blade and attaches it to his belt. He took a passive form, and chuckled.
"It is not a sympathy act, fool. That hatred you have will guide you. It will be your focus. Let it continue to drive you, until your goal has been reached. However you must not let it consume you, otherwise you will fall."
If you need any reassurance, I wasn't following you. she says. Dubious as my claim may seems to be, of course.
Sarah looks at Argo.
So... how are you? she asks.
No Torunn, worry not.
Morgan, unaware of the bad joke tragedy up above, is writing something on her book. Small, black symbols between the lines already written by her quill.
Aw, Morgan, dear! This is too small! Even your sharp eyes won't be able to see that!
Morgan screams a little and jump, startled by Camilla's sudden appearance. The other Sheperds in the dining room briefly stare at her, but then focus on their own things.
C-camilla! Wait, princess Camilla! You're stealthy!
Oh, I am quite the opposite of that, my dear. But truth to be told, you were so immersed in your writing that approaching you was easy. Why, I could've been accompanied by a hundred marching men, and I bet that you would've still been quite surprised!
R-right, sorry, it's just that my current work require me to be focused.
Those symbols, right? What could they mean?
Morgan smiles and hold her book upwards.
Each symbol is tied to a letter. The little spiny thing is "A", the little spiky one is "B", and so forth! If you tie them together, you can form sentences and such. It's a bit complicated though.
That's quite complex. Hm... let me guess, your father taught you that, right?
Haha, correct! Well, it's a collaborative effort between me and my family as a whole! We all use it at different times. My father and I use it to write between the lines.. well, I do to avoid wasting too much pages.
How heartwarming! We should do something like this back in Nohr! But... why would you be afraid of wasting pages, my dear? You could get a new book.
Well, I'd need to find a new book...
Well, I did say that, yes;
But this is my dad's book. I... I don't want to just put it on a shelf and buy another book. I report all my findings on it.
Hm, as a legacy of a sort, right?
Sort ooof... I want him to get it back when he comes back, so that he can see the progress that I've done! He'd be quite proud!
... I'm sure that your father will love what you've done, my dear. You're the perfect daughter, after all. I'd kidnap you if I could, even!
Haha, thank you... wait.
Edited by Bolded1 on Jan 19th 2020 at 12:54:05 PM
Terry almost slides backwards, stumbling just out of the Zinogre's range. He hops up for a Power Dunk on the Zinogre's head, but if he lands it, he'll punch twice instead of once.
"I can buy that. If you were following me, I'd probably have sensed you sooner." , BE!Argo says. He then slightly smirks, though not in a friendly way.
"Well enough for being trapped in this world, I suppose."
He glances at Torunn when she arrives and raises an eyebrow.
"Well, I'm running into all sorts of old faces today, aren't I?" , he snarks.
What the actual fuck? Where am I?
A bespectacled man with short black hair, wearing black jeans and shirt, wanders the city streets. He pinches himself, but nope, it sure doesn't seem like he's dreaming.
Wait... no way! That is Riften! That's literally fucking Riften! What kind of isekai bullshit is this?! More importantly, you're supposed to enter the game as your main character, everybody knows that! Shouldn't I be in the body of a certain female vampire with broken ice powers or something, then? Oh god, if I've really been isekai'd just please let this not be a case of Isekaitis D.
And of course it had to be Riften, of all places... any second now some shifty-looking dude in leather armor will demand me to hand over my valuables, or he will gut me like a fish... Oh man, oh man I am in such deep shit...
Overtaken by worries, he doesn't even realize that he's absentmindedly wandered into The Bee And Barb.
The Nobody walks for the door, but he doesn't see where he's going and collides directly with the new arrival. "Oof!"
As he falls back and lands on his rear, his hood flops down, revealing his face and glorious anime hairdo.◊
Well, there goes all the mystery and tension.
"And I worked so hard to keep that secret..." Roxas reaches to pull his hood back up, but ultimately decides against it, turning around. "Let's try that again. My name is Roxas, and the person I'm looking for is Sora. Don't think you'll ever see me again to tell me you saw him, though."
Zinogre's head gets pounded into the ground twice over. It retaliates by jumping up and doing an elbow drop, landing on its back with a fierce explosion of Dragon energy!
Ben watches as Roxas heads for the Bee and Barb's exit... only to run into the newcomer. Blinking in surprise, he casts a brief glance at Wrustoiz, then looks back to Roxas.
"I'll... keep that in mind, Roxas."
Torunn offers Sarah a smile and walks over to her side, then casts a glance at BE!Argo.
"Good day to you, too," she retorts. "Shouldn't you be staying with Ninth, or did she grow weary of your constant brooding?"
You might not want to bring her up that casually. she whispers hurriedly to Torunn.
Hm, you're stuck, that's... unexpected. says Sarah, her surprise genuine.
Edited by Bolded1 on Jan 19th 2020 at 1:18:50 PM
A stroke of anger flashes through his eyes immediately.
"Why the hell would I stay with her? She's the reason I was a slave to Troa and Katre. She has Demo to keep her company, that should be enough for her."
He snarls for a moment, then calms down again.
"That's behind me though. I've been on my own ever since then, and I've quite enjoyed it." , he says, showing hints of a genuine smile. He then shrugs to Sarah.
"Well, I can't teleport, and I haven't been lucky enough to have this world kick me out yet. So I'm pretty much stuck."
The newcomer jumps like he's been stuck by a bee and emits a strangled cry upon colliding with a mysterious figure in a dark hood.
"Oh god I'm so sorry sir I didn't mean to-"
His eyes then narrow when he sees the person he bumped into. He doesn't look like he belongs in Skyrim. Like, at all. In fact...
He almost seems like he's from that weird- where in the fresh hell am I anyways?
And then he seems to shudder all over as the sense of "wrongness" about the newcomer finally registers.
And what in the fresh hell is he? He's like a fucking hole in reality in the shape of a person!
Wrustoiz stared at Roxas, and didn't say anything. Although behind his mask and in his mind he certainly thought this turn of events was funny. Wrustoiz looked towards the new arrival, who certainly seemed confused.
Roxas shakes his head and walks out. He tries to grab SI!Arachnos and drag him along with for an explanation outside.
Thoroughly confused by the sudden turn of events, Ben just heads back to his room to meditate.
"He's being an arse, Aunt Sarah. And he just slandered Ninth, despite knowing damn well everything she went through. Do you honestly expect me to just let it slide?"
Torunn looks at BE!Argo, one hand on her hip.
"Firstly, did you know that your oppressors are dead? Yes, those bilgesnipes are both rotting in Hel like they deserve," she replies. "Second, why do you hate Ninth so damn much? It's not as if she personally delivered you and your brother to the ones who enslaved her."
Edited by IchigoMontoya on Jan 19th 2020 at 4:49:40 AM
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