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☆ A Strange Tale
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Date: June 13
Format: Video
petaluridae)Date: June 13
Format: Video
- The face that comes over the video might be familiar to some: delicate-featured, red-haired, bearing the un-hidden features of a jewel-red dragonfly Fae. Sowilo is known to be brusque and haughty, but today he only looks serious, occasionally glancing off-screen, where the sounds of another couple of people in the office can be heard.
“Two Wilders came back from the Northern Outpost this morning. Apparently a dozen of them went missing a handful of days ago and the search party has only turned up these two. Overcurious meatheads that they are, they found trouble on a trip out. They are not seriously injured-” He holds a hand up. “-but they have the strangest story.”
“While exploring after a rockslide they came upon a tunnel, and like the geniuses they are, decided to follow it down. Very far down, to caverns where they were ambushed and captured handily.” There is a quiet protest in the background, and murmuring, but Sowilo pays it no mind. “The two who returned were purposefully released, and they’ve described to Theodore an underground city full of actual, living people. What in the world do you all know about this? Their leader sent a message that she will release the other ten Wilders safely if “only the travelers who have laid eyes upon her fair city before” accept her cordial invitation to her realm. Doesn’t take a scholar to assume she’s talking about you Mirrorbound. You have a way of attracting trouble, don’t you?”
“I’m sure you understand why this is a… delicate situation for the Coven, and for Aefenglom. We have no records of any city existing underground - we know absolutely nothing about these people, what they want, or what they are capable of. The message was very clear that representatives from the Coven or Aefenglom were not welcomed, so our hands are a bit tied. Their leader wishes to speak with some of you directly, even.” Glittering red eyes narrow.
“We leave on the 16th from the North Gate and will use the teleporter to the Northern Outpost. From there, Theodore and I will accompany you as far as we can, but I imagine it won’t be far at all.” There is a moment of hesitation here from the stuck-up Fae, and he looks a bit like he bit into a lemon. “I suppose we are relying on you all. Please know that this is an unprecedented situation and could turn dangerous for all of us. Not to mention, if they decide they don’t like us, we’ll likely have to abandon the Northern Outpost and all the progress made up there…
I suppose decide among yourselves what you’re willing to do. We will not force anyone's cooperation.”
This is the initial kick-off post for What Lies Beneath! Feel free to use this post to let characters discuss and react with each other as you want over the network or in-person. If you need an NPC reply, please say so in your comment header! NPC replies will come from the journal petaluridae. Otherwise, the event log itself will be up on the 16th. And one more reminder, you still have until 3PM EST on the 15th to sign up for a possible chat with the Matriarch!
petaluridae. Otherwise, the event log itself will be up on the 16th. And one more reminder, you still have until 3PM EST on the 15th to sign up for a possible chat with the Matriarch!
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lis
[ by the teachings of jonas ward, jokes can be acknowledged in text form, like so. except for laugh out loud, eren has made his own: laugh in silence. ]
Remember any by heart?
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Of course I do. We had a prophecy that withstood time! An 'angel' who had seen the Surface, who would come back and free us. It imbued monsterkind with hope... And for many of us, we clung to it for solace. But some began to give into despair, and believed... that this 'angel' was as an agent of death. Someone who would release us... in the most destructive way possible.
Good thing that didn't happen!! [Good!!! Thing!!! he's not apped from a no mercy run!!!] More legendary than that was my televised splendor, honestly! Angels?? What about divinely gorgeous robots??
... By the by. Darling. What is "lis?" [What the fuck is lis.]
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[ you can't see it. you can't feel it. but he's kind of proud of that one. let the word of LIS be spread. ]
At least you're your own savior, Mettaton.
[ compliment!!!!!!! ]
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How much emotion that goes unexpressed by these people is staggering. Laughter unexpressed... Absurd.
Mettaton doesn't think about it too hard.]
Well. I am... Yes.
[Yes... When it comes to any manner of freedom he's gained over his life, he would say that he took part in its actualization. He played an active role in his expressive body, his reach for fame, his attempts on the human's life... What? Who actually freed them? Who knows? But whatever events took place were surely responsible for the ultimate outcome. He sort of passed out along with everyone else, and then the barrier was destroyed, though...
As far as he's concerned, he remembers only wanting freedom. And then freedom was there. The power of wanting something badly enough that it happens, perhaps.]
Anyway. Thank you for your translation... And all future translations. I look forward to it!
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See you later.
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