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rekindleme2014-03-18 04:07 pm
rekindlemods) wrote in rekindleme2014-03-18 04:07 pm
Intro Log - March 2014
Who: Everyone
Where: The Welcome Center
When: 18th March, afternoon
Summary: The new arrivals, freshly pulled from their worlds or others, awaken in a strange place...
Warnings: Inbox death may occur. System overload at own risk. SOME NPC RESPONSES WILL BE SLOW UNTIL THE ONE WHO PLAYS THEM IS PRESENT.
It's a shuddering breath, a sensation of being pulled to elsewhere and finding oneself pressed against something on the soft and some place cozy. However, before one can fully stir, there is and odd, warm stirring sensation that lifts you up from wherever you've been dropped, when you begin to drift off once more.
Yet the feeling passes quickly, and when you awaken, you begin to realize your surroundings. It's a small room with what some might recognize as a Far Eastern theme when it comes to decor, from the walls to the sofa (or bed) you find yourself on. Illumination is provided by carefully crafted lamps, and even a candle flickering on a nearby desk. The doors are made from paper and wood, with a thin frame; through them it's easy to hear other people stirring, talking, or coming to.
You are not alone...
Close at hand there's a note that reads:
WELCOME CENTER
Newcomers: Please come downstairs to the lobby for refreshments and your welcome packets!
Odd... This wasn't written in your own language, and yet you find it easily understandable. Soon enough, if you don't enter on your own, there's a gentle knocking on the door as someone comes from downstairs to usher you along.
"Welcome to Saeng Seong! I know you must be confused as to where you are and what's going on, but we promise to explain this to you once you've had a chance to stretch your legs!"
Whether you go downstairs immediately or linger a little longer, eventually you must come down and get out of the small space, and sooner rather than later would probably be better. You'll find yourself in a well-lit lobby, filled with comfortable-looking couches and chairs. Along one wall are refreshment tables, loaded with all sorts of warming, comforting food and drink, including some you probably aren't familiar with. On the wall opposite are a pair of desks, each with a sign and a person seated behind them -
Irene, General Assistance
Devin, Technological Assistance
Unlike a few waves before, the only people in charge seem to be the people behind the desks. They look a bit busy.
However, before you can go over and give them a piece of your mind and ask questions, the same person who ushered you downstairs hands you a manilla envelope that contains your welcome packet, urging you to read this before asking the two figures questions that the packet likely answers.
Inside it, you will find: a ring with a key and apartment number on it, some kind of cash card, a map and informational guide to the city, and a letter folded neatly on the top -
Outside, and through the translucent glass you can see a banner hanging from the tiled roof of the building across the street. It's looking bright against a mostly blue sky:
WELCOME TO SAENG SEONG
(ENJOY YOUR STAY!)
Where: The Welcome Center
When: 18th March, afternoon
Summary: The new arrivals, freshly pulled from their worlds or others, awaken in a strange place...
Warnings: Inbox death may occur. System overload at own risk. SOME NPC RESPONSES WILL BE SLOW UNTIL THE ONE WHO PLAYS THEM IS PRESENT.
It's a shuddering breath, a sensation of being pulled to elsewhere and finding oneself pressed against something on the soft and some place cozy. However, before one can fully stir, there is and odd, warm stirring sensation that lifts you up from wherever you've been dropped, when you begin to drift off once more.
Yet the feeling passes quickly, and when you awaken, you begin to realize your surroundings. It's a small room with what some might recognize as a Far Eastern theme when it comes to decor, from the walls to the sofa (or bed) you find yourself on. Illumination is provided by carefully crafted lamps, and even a candle flickering on a nearby desk. The doors are made from paper and wood, with a thin frame; through them it's easy to hear other people stirring, talking, or coming to.
You are not alone...
Close at hand there's a note that reads:
Newcomers: Please come downstairs to the lobby for refreshments and your welcome packets!
Odd... This wasn't written in your own language, and yet you find it easily understandable. Soon enough, if you don't enter on your own, there's a gentle knocking on the door as someone comes from downstairs to usher you along.
"Welcome to Saeng Seong! I know you must be confused as to where you are and what's going on, but we promise to explain this to you once you've had a chance to stretch your legs!"
Whether you go downstairs immediately or linger a little longer, eventually you must come down and get out of the small space, and sooner rather than later would probably be better. You'll find yourself in a well-lit lobby, filled with comfortable-looking couches and chairs. Along one wall are refreshment tables, loaded with all sorts of warming, comforting food and drink, including some you probably aren't familiar with. On the wall opposite are a pair of desks, each with a sign and a person seated behind them -
Irene, General Assistance
Devin, Technological Assistance
Unlike a few waves before, the only people in charge seem to be the people behind the desks. They look a bit busy.
However, before you can go over and give them a piece of your mind and ask questions, the same person who ushered you downstairs hands you a manilla envelope that contains your welcome packet, urging you to read this before asking the two figures questions that the packet likely answers.
Inside it, you will find: a ring with a key and apartment number on it, some kind of cash card, a map and informational guide to the city, and a letter folded neatly on the top -
Welcome to Saeng Seong!
You are among a new group of arrivals to our city, from many far-apart worlds.
We have gathered you here because our city is in a crisis, and we are at our last resorts. The energy of the city is in a slow downward spiral, and is dangerously close to expiring altogether.
That's where you come in - you and everyone else we've brought to the city. Unlike those of us here, you have the potential to generate the energy the city needs, but you'll need to work together to do it.
Why? Because the energy can only be generated when two people touch each other. Any touch will do, but it must be between two of you who are new to the city. If you don't keep in contact with someone, eventually your energy will begin to drain as well, making you dangerously ill.
A few other things:
The closed-off sections of the city are closed off for a reason; approaching them will cause your energy to drain very rapidly. We're working to open the rest of the city to you as soon as we can, but for now, please remain within the first five districts of the city.
You have been given a key to a one-bedroom apartment in a complex set aside for you and the other new arrivals, near the riverside in the 1st district. You're free to change your living quarters whenever you like, and we encourage you to move in with someone in one of the larger apartments. When you want to change, just come back to this building to exchange your key.
We've also included a cash card with a living stipend; if you're unfamiliar with this system, or the network established for new arrivals, you can talk to Devin in the lobby for help. It's what he's here for. If you need medical assistance, contact Mai, one of our nurses.
Again, welcome, and thank you for all your help.
Irene
Arrival Liaison
You are among a new group of arrivals to our city, from many far-apart worlds.
We have gathered you here because our city is in a crisis, and we are at our last resorts. The energy of the city is in a slow downward spiral, and is dangerously close to expiring altogether.
That's where you come in - you and everyone else we've brought to the city. Unlike those of us here, you have the potential to generate the energy the city needs, but you'll need to work together to do it.
Why? Because the energy can only be generated when two people touch each other. Any touch will do, but it must be between two of you who are new to the city. If you don't keep in contact with someone, eventually your energy will begin to drain as well, making you dangerously ill.
A few other things:
The closed-off sections of the city are closed off for a reason; approaching them will cause your energy to drain very rapidly. We're working to open the rest of the city to you as soon as we can, but for now, please remain within the first five districts of the city.
You have been given a key to a one-bedroom apartment in a complex set aside for you and the other new arrivals, near the riverside in the 1st district. You're free to change your living quarters whenever you like, and we encourage you to move in with someone in one of the larger apartments. When you want to change, just come back to this building to exchange your key.
We've also included a cash card with a living stipend; if you're unfamiliar with this system, or the network established for new arrivals, you can talk to Devin in the lobby for help. It's what he's here for. If you need medical assistance, contact Mai, one of our nurses.
Again, welcome, and thank you for all your help.
Irene
Arrival Liaison
Outside, and through the translucent glass you can see a banner hanging from the tiled roof of the building across the street. It's looking bright against a mostly blue sky:
(ENJOY YOUR STAY!)
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But this instance.. He was given a free pass, while those sworn to protect Altea and he could very well die in his name? Not to mention the rumours which had reached Altea of the formation of the "Akaneian Empire" with an old friend deeming himself Emperor? And the other rumours, of revolt and Altea's knights being conscripted to put down the common folk that rebelled?
Everything at home was unsettling. Very much so. Rumours were rumours by nature. These were doubtful. Hardin calling himself Emperor was uncharacteristic. Ordering knights and paladins to fell farmers and villagers absolutely not him. He'd dismissed the rumours as soon as he'd heard. Wrote a few missives himself to Akaneia, questioning what exactly was going on. But now he was away from everything, every rumour seemed that much more ominous.
His response was mumbled, small. Almost distant. "I see... that is a relief, to know there will be no spilling of blood. If I have to be here, I wish to help, but not to harm anyone, enemy to this world or not..."
He snapped out of his (dark) thoughts as Ramza introduced himself, moving to take his glove off in turn, returning the gesture with a firmness which conflicted with his gentle demeanour and thoughtful tone. Marth, despite his gentle personality, always had been in possession of inner steel.
"Ramza... Thank you."
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"You've had your fill of battle, have you?" he eventually replied with his other hand reaching out to pat Marth's shoulder. It was a question Ramza asked more in sympathy than condescension, but he soon realized it might not have sounded so. "I had seen enough in my homeland, as well."
He couldn't very well say his arrival was welcomed per se, if only for his doubts as to whether or not he had actually succeeded in foiling the fiend's resurrection... but he would be more than happy to lead culling dissenters and succession wars far behind him.
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His mind drifted to Hardin.
"There are those which would seek to harm those which choose ways of peace, exploit them, and destroy them as example to others. There are those that would see the entire world burn, as well. I swore that I would stop them - even if they were friends, once. Battle is not anything I can choose to not commit to, when the world and the people within it suffers." He responded, grimly.
"... But Altea forges peace from battle. My reservations are for what comes of war. A peace is forged, of course - but it is paid for with blood. You might think my ideals childish..." Most did, actually. Tacticians, advisors, aides... even his sister. "But they are my ideals nonetheless. Where I am from, it is all I can do to prevent loss, and try and honour those which do fall, but here..."
He simply couldn't. He knew as much. What was he, here? Nothing. He had no authority. No power to prevent anything from coming to pass. No allies, no friends. No strength. His friends were his strength. He was painfully aware of every shortcoming he had. That was the biggest.
"We are both of no circumstance in more ways than one here, it seems..."
A pause.
"Forgive my brooding. This is all very surprising.."
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"Apologize for naught, Marth; your world does not sound so far from my own." He nodded, his own gaze looking off into space with a contemplative sigh. "We'd endured a bitter war for fifty years, and a feud for the crown only a few years after... and both leaving nations in famine and their defenders in poverty. In light of that, I know not the soldier who lives to battle; only the soldier who battles to live."
Would that a war- however just or unjust- could be the extent of his world's troubles. Though it did call to mind a question he'd thought he'd shaken...
"Pray tell, Marth; did you ever wish you could leave such a life?"
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....Or at least, he thought he couldn't.
"No." He responded delicately, considerately, after a small moment in thought. "You might think this statement arrogant, but there is a power upon my world... two, actually, which can bring an end to all of the conflict. I am the last capable of using these powers of my bloodline - the only bloodline capable of using them." Of course, he remembered escaping to Talys three years past. What Malladeus had said to him - that he did not have the luxury of choosing his fate like others. Instead, he had to be something else. Something great.
Something he'd dutifully accepted, even if it had brought him nothing but suffering.
"I... accept that my life is not my own. It must be spent in service to the world of which I belong, in order to make certain that our wars do not turn into anything as drawn out as your own.... for the enemy of my world..."
A small pause. And his shoulders rose, and fell. "I would say I cannot escape what is required of me. But clearly, it has happened. I can only say I cannot, with a clear heart." And he couldn't. What had been left behind, even now, was burdening him. It was clear in the fact his pallor hadn't cleared with Ramza's touches. It was caused by stress, and no small amount of worry.
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But, all the same- in spite of his sympathies- Ramza had to wonder if he didn't disagree.
"They had spoken the same of me, once..." he finally spoke after a hesitant pause. "...that it was my calling and ordainment to lead the world; as my family had done generations prior." Another quiet, tense few seconds let him gather his words; he wasn't going to further burden a newly-met acquaintance with talk of corruption, or blood on the freshly-fallen winter snow.
"...But when I could gaze no longer upon my family's deeds, I turned my back," he admitted in brief. "And there found my own path. One that led me to halt a war in its tracks in ways no army, order, or command could have done..." to speak naught of sacred stones or demons.
"I cannot say I have eyes for the Gods' workings, Marth, nor that I even put my stake in the fates... but mayhap you were not brought here without reason."