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trusthell2016-02-28 12:00 am
trustharder) wrote in trusthell2016-02-28 12:00 am
Welcome.
You last remember feeling safe.
You don't know what caused that response, now that you think about it; you can't remember what you were doing before the warm, comfortable feeling came over you, a sensation somewhere between relief and the light contentment that comes with the knowledge that you're safe enough to sleep and god, are you ready to. It feels like you may have been sleeping for a while before this, even; your limbs are heavy in the memory, and you recall how difficult it was to open your eyes.
Turning your head is likewise difficult, it feels kind of like it's full of sand. Weighted-down by sleep. It's so much easier to remain still, and so you do, and before you haze out again you can vaguely hear a voice.
It's no one you recognize, and it sounds strange and vaguely distorted as you start to drift off again.
"Everything'll be fine."
There isn't an answer that you can hear; the voice speaks once more.
"...you ready?"
You don't remember what you wanted to say to that. Always, maybe. Or Ready for what? Or perhaps What's happened to me?
But none of it matters, because consciousness slips away from you too quickly for you to respond.
---
You wake up some time later; the comfortable, safe feeling from earlier certainly isn't dampened any by the bed you wake up in. Whether you like it soft as a cloud or firm enough to support the most finicky of spines, the bed you're in is nice, and it's pretty much exactly what you've been looking for in a mattress.
Shame the rest of the room is probably going to be a bit jarring when you wake up properly.
The room you're in is completely unfamiliar, all concrete and steel and almost nothing that makes it yours - but there's a trunk near the bed and there's what looks like a smartphone sitting on the trunk, and you might want to grab that before you leave the room. Trying to text or call out won't do anything for the time being, unfortunately, but it's something. A lifeline, maybe.
If you're looking to see if anyone is here with you, maybe you can find someone as you wander through the main corridor; after all, there are a few places to explore here, even if the bulk of the place is pretty much a straight shot down the center. If you're looking to gather, the dining hall is probably the best place for it, as it's large enough to accommodate all of you.
Wherever you choose to go, however, there are a set of rules posted in every room; the far wall of the dining hall, across from the entrances, also has a bulletin board with twenty-seven pictures, along with some...interesting information, posted on it. The board is large enough for all of you to look at it, but you might not want to try to get at anything posted there; just like the rules, there's glass in front of it, and it's looking to be extremely shatterproof.
Sorry about that.
There's one more thing you'll notice on your wanderings through the corridor – there are no windows, and there are no doors that can possibly lead outside.
Looks like you're trapped. Might as well get to know those that are here with you.
You don't know what caused that response, now that you think about it; you can't remember what you were doing before the warm, comfortable feeling came over you, a sensation somewhere between relief and the light contentment that comes with the knowledge that you're safe enough to sleep and god, are you ready to. It feels like you may have been sleeping for a while before this, even; your limbs are heavy in the memory, and you recall how difficult it was to open your eyes.
Turning your head is likewise difficult, it feels kind of like it's full of sand. Weighted-down by sleep. It's so much easier to remain still, and so you do, and before you haze out again you can vaguely hear a voice.
It's no one you recognize, and it sounds strange and vaguely distorted as you start to drift off again.
"Everything'll be fine."
There isn't an answer that you can hear; the voice speaks once more.
"...you ready?"
You don't remember what you wanted to say to that. Always, maybe. Or Ready for what? Or perhaps What's happened to me?
But none of it matters, because consciousness slips away from you too quickly for you to respond.
---
You wake up some time later; the comfortable, safe feeling from earlier certainly isn't dampened any by the bed you wake up in. Whether you like it soft as a cloud or firm enough to support the most finicky of spines, the bed you're in is nice, and it's pretty much exactly what you've been looking for in a mattress.
Shame the rest of the room is probably going to be a bit jarring when you wake up properly.
The room you're in is completely unfamiliar, all concrete and steel and almost nothing that makes it yours - but there's a trunk near the bed and there's what looks like a smartphone sitting on the trunk, and you might want to grab that before you leave the room. Trying to text or call out won't do anything for the time being, unfortunately, but it's something. A lifeline, maybe.
If you're looking to see if anyone is here with you, maybe you can find someone as you wander through the main corridor; after all, there are a few places to explore here, even if the bulk of the place is pretty much a straight shot down the center. If you're looking to gather, the dining hall is probably the best place for it, as it's large enough to accommodate all of you.
Wherever you choose to go, however, there are a set of rules posted in every room; the far wall of the dining hall, across from the entrances, also has a bulletin board with twenty-seven pictures, along with some...interesting information, posted on it. The board is large enough for all of you to look at it, but you might not want to try to get at anything posted there; just like the rules, there's glass in front of it, and it's looking to be extremely shatterproof.
Sorry about that.
There's one more thing you'll notice on your wanderings through the corridor – there are no windows, and there are no doors that can possibly lead outside.
Looks like you're trapped. Might as well get to know those that are here with you.
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Apparently she dislikes candles. Which explained her irritation at seeing them included in the storage room, but why does she not like them.]
It's better than some of the others here. I mean, really? Sensitive? With an occupation like "self-employed" [bunny quotes and all] it's no wonder, that basically means you're lazing around.
[Which equals death. No one here looks infected, and it doesn't matter to her anyway since she's immune, nor is there any troll's nests, so she's able to relax. Coast clear.]
Boundless is better though. I like it. Boundless.
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"Boundless." It seems like a word with infinite possibilities
[ She turns back to the information, considering it. Aqua has so many questions. ]
Have you ever met any of these people?
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Not a single one.
[Though she's not too concerned, obviously.]
Seems we've got some real old people here though. Or their ages are wrong. That guy doesn't look a day over twenty in his picture, but he's over a thousand years old?
[Pfft.]
Deeefinitely not right. He wouldn't have survived the Illness ninety something years back.
[Mostly since he looks like a vagrant.]
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[ Her profile, at least, is right on the nose. ]
Illness?
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[Which she'd like to met and ask a few things. Like when can she leave she's got a mission to prep for in the coming months.
Though she's caught off guard by Aqua's one word question.]
Yeah, the Illness. Did your folks never tell you about the world beyond the walls? I wouldn't worry though -- chances are you're immune if you're that sheltered.
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[ She's still mulling it over, but she focuses on the direction the conversation's gone. ]
No--my home didn't have anything like that. There are other dangers, but nothing along the lines of an illness of any sort.
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Well, you'll be finding out the hard way that it isn't so pretty outside this place. If we find a way out. Judging from the looks of things, it's pretty airtight and was probably used as a quarantine area. We're safe and stuck.
[As far as Sigrun can tell, anyway.]
When we get the chance to leave and the world opens up exactly as I know it, I'll protect you. I've been through the Silent Lands so many times I've lost count.
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Thank you for the offer, but as long as I can access my abilities, I can protect myself.
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Sounds good to me. I'll keep an eye out to give you back up, but if you can handle yourself then honestly I'm glad. I don't know how capable the rest of these guys are.
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Thank you--and the same goes for you. I'll be there for support if you need me. [ She pauses. ] It seems like some of us do have some sort of combat experience, at least.
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I'll have to look over the rest of these profiles [skim them, really] but if what you're saying is true, then good. It means we won't be caught unaware by anything.
[Probably.]
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You seem very confident, at least.
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Why shouldn't I be? If anything goes wrong, I'll handle it if no one else will.
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I'm glad to hear we can count on you, Sigrun.
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Of course! I've got the experience for it, so I'm the best pick out of everyone here to count on!
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Since the day I was born! My mom and dad are both generals in the Norwegian military, so I've pretty much always been around it and what we do. I've been going out on missions for almost two decades now, leading them a decade less, and I was recently handpicked from the best of the best to lead another one into the dangerous Silent Lands of the world for something or other.
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I can't imagine how proud of you they must be. Especially if you were handpicked--there aren't too many people who can claim that.
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[Actually, she volunteered herself by talking loudly over her comrades that wanted to go and waving her hand wildly, jabbing another guy in the only functioning eye he had left, BUT YOU KNOW. DETAILS.]
They're proud, yeah, but they're the ones who picked me out. They wouldn't let family ties have bias either.
[aka the Highest honor tbh]
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What made you want to go into the Silent Lands so much?
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Every Eide before me has gone out into the field to seek their name's fortune and help to clear out the land to reclaim. It's the best thing you can do with your life, really, but for my family in particular it's practically tradition.