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Restart.
APOCALYPSE. It's difficult to say how long you're unconscious. Whenever you do wake up, it's warm; your limbs will probably feel a bit heavy, and it might take a while for you to come back into yourself fully - whatever just happened, it's disorienting, weighing heavily on your body and leaving a heavy fog over your senses, and for a long moment it may be tempting to go back to sleep. Slowly, though, everything will start to seep back in. The confrontation with Cyrus. Countless beams of light smashing down to earth, tearing everything in their path away. Judgement. The end of the world. The ruins still seem, miraculously, to be intact; pushing yourself up to sit up and look around will make it clear that whatever protected you from the attack on the world is still present, a swirling field of white light encapsulating the area and forming a protective shield around your group. The Lake Guardians are present for a brief moment, hovering overhead in a manner that's easily read as concerned, but as soon as enough of you are awake they'll take their leave - it's difficult to say where they're going and why, given that they don't offer an explanation, but all three of them are together still, having seemed to have found each other eventually over the past little while. Their protection vanishes with them, and their departure may leave you feeling empty; on the other hand, it may not affect you at all, seeing as you have other things to worry about. Leaving the ruins themselves and returning to the center of Celestic Town, it will be immediately obvious that something is very, very wrong. The first noticeable difference is in the people of the town; it seems that Cyrus adhered to his word in that everyone is alive, having been reborn after the world was destroyed. But there's something unwelcome and familiar about them now - the inability to process very much, the staring with nothing behind it, the lack of drive or desire to do anything for themselves, it seems that everything about them that made them a person has once again been torn away from them, leaving them dead-eyed and spiritless. The other differences are less noticeable, but as the day goes on, something seems...off. Not just with the people, but with the world as a whole. The passage of time and the expansion of space are things that everyone takes for granted; as long as the day passes by, the sun moving across the sky to fade into night, it can be assumed that everything is working as it should be. But the longer you spend here, the more it becomes obvious that something feels wrong; the sun continues to pass overhead, night will eventually fall, but there's an undeniable sense that nothing is really happening. The perceived passage of time seems more and more irrelevant to you, giving way to a notion that you're just...stuck, somehow. That nothing is changing, despite evidence that it should be; that everything is strange and stagnant and still despite the fact that you're still moving forward. It's this, maybe, that makes you realize why Lucas is twelve at the oldest, despite the passage of at least five years; the flow of time, the expansion of space... Both have been disrupted and brought to a standstill. Take the day to get used to your new reality; it might take some time to get accustomed to. [OOC: Welcome to the start of Week 14, the end of the world, and the beginning of the second half of the game! No NPC response will be given to this post, though you can thread here amongst yourselves if you wish; we'll see you tomorrow at noon with a new log for your further adventures!] |
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[Camilla nods her head, though.]
Yes, I do...Beruka's the same way. They took so long to come into their own personalities, but it finally feels like they're responding to what we're doing.
It's wonderful, really. I'm glad they weren't effected.
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[The apocalypse was already a lot, but like...99% of the people in Sinnoh that Michael actually cares about are fine, so...]
...so how's it going out here?
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[...]
I would say it's going, but it barely feels as if any time has passed. I'm...certain I will be fine, however.
[She's not sure how true that is, but she's either gonna be fine, or compartmentalize until she is. There's no question to it now.]
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[Michael says, looking up at the sky. As an immortal, he is probably not gonna notice that the passage of time is broken at all unless someone points it out.]
Well, that's good. There's some time to take if you need it.
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[She shakes her head a bit. It's...fine, she's fine.]
Only a bit; I can't really afford to now. Not after seeing his power firsthand. We must keep pressing forward.
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[He lowers himself down to sit on the ground as well, letting Jane support him on his way - honestly he's still bruised to heck from the Milotic Incident.]
But you should take it easy for a few days - just look around the city some, do whatever. It's not like we know where exactly to find Cresselia and Darkrai anyway.
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[Camilla's glance, for what it's worth, shifts to worry when Michael joins her--she wants to say something, but she winds up pausing when he says his next piece before just...
Shaking her head.]
No, it's...fine. I'm going to peruse through the library once we're there, I believe. And I can focus on training if I do grow bored of that much.
[It's not really fine, but being idle has never really been Camilla's strong suit. For better or for worse.]
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[For someone with such a keen sense of when humans are not actually fine, Michael doesn't have much of an idea of what to do with that information.]
It's only one reboot, you know. It's far from insurmountable.
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...I'm simply not very fond of failure. The idea of it is quite haunting, even if it is simply a set-back.
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[mmmmmmmm boy]
We're much better off than we could be. I know it doesn't feel like it right now, but...well, it sounds like you're usually successful, so that's nice.
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...We are, of course. We could have very well been effectively erased in the process of all of this, but we were really only saved by the Guardian's grace.
[...]
Failure usually isn't an option, where I hail. Not unless you wanted to truly anger someone; it's simply a bit surreal to feel so...let off the hook, but I'll be fine.
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[That's a real specific example!]
It's...weird to meet people who'll just...forgive you like it's nothing. But I guess that's just what they do, sometimes?
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People can be rather forgiving of people they consider dear friends, certainly. I...do admit that four hundred years seems like an almost excessive amount of time, however...?
[...does he wanna clarify, or]
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[To say the least]
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[Not on the. 400 years thing, but the forgiveness thing. That makes a little more sense. It even gets Camilla to chuckle, just a bit.]
Humans simply are unpredictable sometimes. But you clearly did earn it, in their eyes...
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Yeah. I guess so.
Anyway, what I meant was...I don't know. No one's going to be upset with you. It's not like any of this is on you to begin with.