It’s been a few days in the jungle now and hopefully you haven’t managed to die just yet – after all, the fun’s just begun.
On the seventh day of trekking the wilderness, each character who has Air in their heart will suddenly find themselves pausing in the middle of the day. Suddenly they’re able to feel the patterns of the wind in the air. A chill passes through them as a breeze will kick up.
Then without warning, they’re lifted right off the ground and cast up into the sky. At least they don’t have time to be scared as they suddenly lose consciousness after floating for a few seconds.
Don’t worry. It’ll get better. When they wake up, they hear the following message in a wispy way, carried along by the breeze itself –
 It is not the correct time to be sleeping. You must awaken.
There is something that needs to be done.
You need to be the one to do it.
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PHASE I [ day one ] Anyone here with a fear of heights? Yes? Well, that’s too bad. When air characters awaken, they’ll find themselves cast right into the mountains of Tellus. It’s rocky, the path is minimal at best and non-existent at worse, and there are screeches of something dangerous and angry calling in the distance.
Caeli demonstrates his poor sense of direction once again as characters wake up and find themselves on a mountainous ledge. There is no apparent path -– except for across a dangerous ravine that dips down to the base of the mountain. There is no end in sight when one looks down, instead only pure black depths.
The cloud waits on the other side, floating patiently. Caeli gives one instruction: “Jump.”
But try not to fall in, that would be a sad start to the trip. Thankfully, the distance across isn't really too far, and Caeli might give those who can't quite make the jump a little boost -- but you still have to be brave enough to make the jump or be left behind.
PHASE II [ day one ] Well, one way or another, you seemed to have made it. From there, it’s just one long hike where you’re stuck following a cloud that simply doesn’t feel like responding to your calls for attention. The hours drag on and the sun sets across the horizon as you are left climbing this mountain, no end in sight.
But as you climb higher and higher, the temperature drops. The hour grows later and slowly but surely, white flecks begin to fall from the sky. Cold? Hopefully you were dressed appropriately seeing as now the thick layers of snow are building and building and building – making it harder to climb as the movement now requires trudging through three to four feet of snow.
Did you want to take a break? Have fun catching hypothermia if you do!
There's definitely not much in the way of shelter, but you can try to make something out of the scant trees remaining, or create a fire. Either way, you definitely don't want to be left behind, so don't lose sight of everyone else.
PHASE III [ day two ] Whether you felt like standing guard or were fast asleep, a piercing screech will act in the place of an alarm clock.
All too soon, a flight of winged creatures will descend upon the mountain travelers, looking none too friendly. Caeli descends to offer helpfully, “Griffins. They were once mine.” To which, the beasts merely emit another piercing screech before baring their claws and moving to attack the party. They are fearsome creatures and will not fall until they are killed, consistently trying to get back on their feet even when injured.
If no one manages to lose an eye and the griffins are subdued, characters will find upon their fallen bodies that they have areas where tufts of fur are missing, leaving a clean injection spot. There are small machine implants at the back of their necks, beeping ominously. Each is branded with a different number identification. Caeli is nowhere to be found.
PHASE IV [ day three ] The summit of the mountain is typically considered the most beautiful place. For those who are seeking solace, the peak of this adventure is safely above the clouds and the sun is slowly rising in the distance. Acting as a moment of peace, it is truly beautiful.
For those who do not rest so easy, there is more to be found near the top of the mountain. One run-down shack can be found, plated with steel and amenities found inside such as blankets and coats to fight off the snow.
More worryingly, there is an operating table in the middle of the room. A white cloth drapes over it, stained with red and operating instruments resting on the edges, the gleaming metal darkened with old blood. The same tufts of feathers and fur that could be found on the griffons are scattered on the floor, claw marks digging deep into the metal of the walls.
Be careful not to touch anything. If a character comes into contact with some of the blood that stains the table or the instruments, they will immediately begin to feel hints of aggression. There will be an intense need to pick fights with those around them and the feeling will not disappear until they are knocked out (or killed, but who would want that?).
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Oh, Rei! Hey . . .
[Not that she can deny being left to rot much, but she's still staying positive.]
I don't know. I mean, he did lead us here . . . sort of. Maybe there's something in there he wants us to find.
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Uncrossing his arms, he walks over to her.]
There is. He wants us to see how bad Ceres is and that we should take their side instead. That's why he shows us the fate of those animals. [He inclines his head, looking thoughtful for a moment. His eyes are narrowed against the wind, but his spine and shoulders are straight. The cold doesn't bother him much.]
I don't know about you. [He gives her a long look before his eyes settle on a stray tuft of feathers that is being blown away from the wind. A reminder of the recent fights or something old stirred up from investigating intruders? Who knows.] But I've all but had enough with letting them play with us like that. Both sides.
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If she's honest, she's . . . . scared, but with his words, she can't help but be a little angry, too. At Ceres, at Caeli.]
What are you going to do?
[Hands slowly balling into fists, she follows his curious movements warily.]
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[Making a swiping gesture at the area beneath the mountain, he continues.]
The people from my world are being picked off one by one. Usually I'd say to leave it to Yuma, but he's not here anymore. Only three are left. [He pauses for a second.] Four.
Anyway, I can't hide behind others and hope that things will sort themselves out anymore. I'm planning to figure out what exactly they are playing and our roles in this game of theirs is. And if this gets me erased, then so be it.
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It occurs to Leia that she hasn't seen him since appearing on this mountain. Where could he be hiding at a time like this, she wonders . . . but she allows the thought to slip by upon hearing Rei's ominous words. She remembers how concerned he'd been for the people who'd disappeared, and figures that must be what he means.
"Picked off one by one" . . .]
Hold on. I know it's bad, but we should think this through a little more.
Let me help.
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Thank you. [He shoots her a small grateful smile that betrays that his previous assertiveness might not have been entirely true.] Any help you can offer would be great.
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Let's . . . stick together. [The words come almost hesitantly.] If there's anything I can do, I'll be here.
You never know if more of our griffin friends will show up for round two.
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....of course! Did you have a hard time fighting them off before?
[The one time one made the mistake of coming close to him it wasn't even a fight.]
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Yet she tries to convince herself she's just imagining it.]
No. I had help, though.
[Her tone is dismissive, like the griffins weren't even important (though the beeping devices they found were interesting enough).]
You don't feel cold or anything either?
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Swallowing the disgust the thought of happy coexistence and cooperation is giving him, Vector laughs and shakes his head.]
No, I don't. It's actually been a while since I was last affected by the temperature. Even the flood didn't bother me much once I managed to find a dry spot.
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Guess you're a lot more tolerant than the rest of us. That's impressive.
[She won't have to do anything silly like offer him her coat, then. In a sheepish laugh:]
I think I'm too numb to feel cold anymore.
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[Giving her a look that's mixed with a smile, he teases]
Would you like to have my shirt? It's not much, but another layer can mean a lot.
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You should keep it. [Honestly, you never know.]
. . . but there was something I wanted to ask.
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Ask away.
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[He said something earlier about it earlier when she mentioned it . . . about animals. She can only assume it had something to do with the griffins, but she ended up not asking.]
In your own words, what did you find?
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My own words? Hmmmmm.
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[he wrinkles his nose and gestures along with his words]
-old, empty, full of given up stuff that shouldn't really have been left behind if you think about it but would make sense when you first see it. It looks like it has been used for some sort of research with those griffins - there's pieces of their fur and feathers lying around, and also a lot of scratches on the walls and dried blood and stuff like that.
But [He pauses and inclines his head. This is the part he doesn't like about this.] I don't know what to think about it. It just looks... I don't know, it just seems too much when I think about it. Like we're being pushed to something again.
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. . .
She frowns as she absorbs the information, his most recent words sticking ominously in her mind.]
Well, you aren't wrong. Didn't he say there was "something that must be done"? We still don't know what that's about.
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I don't know either. Maybe it wants us to put those animals out of their misery? Or return them to it?
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Maybe he wants us to save them. So that they can be "his" again.
[Though without any idea how to do that, she supposes it's depressing all the same.]
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..And you think that's better? They should be their own, not belong to somebody else.
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[She falls silent at that. He actually has a good point; and it's then she remembers, Caeli had referred to her the same way. "You're one of mine."]
From your description, I'd say we're too late either way . . . but maybe I should have a look for myself. It won't be much of a first-hand account if I don't.
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[Closing one eye, he looks at her. His thoughts are straying, though, going back on how he had been both an emperor and pillar of his home world before and how he had been "made" a soldier for first the Astral World and later Don Thousand's 'weapon' before. Heh, screw that, the other emperors had been weapons!
Vector had had the great honor of having been the chosen host, twisted and conditioned to be exactly as was needed by those who considered him nothing more than a malleable tool!]
Kheh~ [Shaking his head, he tries to hide the smirk the thoughts are wanting to bring on his face. It's true, it gets him mad like nothing else, but even more than that it makes him want to laugh because ... he's like that. And hell if he can't appreciate a good tragedy, even if it's him who was fucked with and who will make the others pay dearly now.] Do you want me to accompany you?
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Still, she has a hard time saying no, in light of everything. She doesn't want to be alone.]
S- Sure, I could use the company. It doesn't bother you, though? [What he saw . . .]
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Not at all! Sorry, did I scare you just now? I remembered something that made me angry for a second, that's all.
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