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Week 15.
WEEK 15 The past week has been a difficult one, and it doesn't seem to be getting any easier; for the time being it seems the world is stagnating. This much lack of change isn't normal, at least not compared to the first time you've arrived; there are only two possible conclusions to be drawn - either Cyrus has finally succeeded in what he's been trying to accomplish, or some sort of drastic action is going to need to be taken before this world can even begin to be saved. That doesn't mean you have no potential resources, however; outside of a bit of a setback that will hit your group on Sunday morning, the departure toward Iron Island is a reasonably smooth one. Granted, it's a bit odd given that the sailor taking you out there is just as startlingly blank as the rest, but at least he seems to know where you're trying to go, it appears to have been discussed with him in advance, and getting you there is possible. The trip out there by boat will take half of Sunday; hopefully you enjoy being on the open ocean for that long. But eventually a rocky island will fade into your field of view on the horizon, and when you're allowed off the boat it'll become clear rather quickly that the island is very, very large. And with so many massive caverns to go through, it will soon become very obvious that this isn't just going to be a day trip. Finding Riley looks to be a fairly difficult task, but it isn't impossible; furthermore, there may be reasons for hope to be found in the abandoned mines of Iron Island. There are a few people here, and while they seem a little strange still, they also seem to have their spirits a bit more intact than those on the mainland; talking to them will reveal the same difficulties and conversational problems that the other citizens of Sinnoh were experiencing for a while, but they aren't nearly as blank as they used to be... POKEMON AVAILABLE: IN CAVES SUNDAY | MONDAY | TUESDAY | WEDNESDAY | THURSDAY | FRIDAY [OOC: Welcome to week fifteen of Azume; feel free to make as many top levels as you'd like and tag out to other characters! This post is for all of your interactions this week... at least until the weekend.] |
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...Still not a fan of them, I take it?
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[re: Mesprit, he just sort of grumbles]
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[and imean hey, he can understand the air of Don't Wanna Talk About It.]
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Naaaaah, your other guy's more of the norm. Can't say that any of my colleagues would want to end the world, but that's just because there's no real reason.
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[.....]
It's hard to feel much about being immortal when your entire species always has been. But I can see how a human would take it badly.
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[IGNIS.]
What little record remains alongside what I already know to be fact placed him as a human who became an immortal daemon. To say 'he took it badly' would be an understatement, so you can perhaps understand my hesitation about you back when all this began.
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Completely fair. If I'd been brought here a year or so ago, things might've been pretty different. Not trusting demons is just good general practice.
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Are there demons in your world who weren't human once? Like, did they orchestrate this guy's whole thing?
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[oh lord jesus lucian christ here we go.]
In our world they are...were spawned by a bloodborne contagion, 'Starscourge' by name. It mutated animals and twisted its human victims until the final stages turned them into monstrous creatures of instinct and bloodlust--what we call daemons. While not every single one was once human, it's a far larger percentage than I care to consider.
He was something of an exception. The story goes that once a healer traveled the world healing such an affliction by playing host to it himself, until he collected so much that he was the plague's avatar walking the planet; a daemon in human form, with all of the violent tendencies and enough human will to plan and orchestrate matters as he saw fit.
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[Though his tone isn't especially sympathetic.]
How'd it all end up?
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Well, that's good. Hell of a thing, taking out the sun.
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It was a very complicated sort of plague, to say the least.
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[After a second, he adds quickly:] It was because of a meteor strike, nothing anyone did.
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Humans really are remarkable. I wish that hadn't happened, of course, but I'm sure you'll be alright.