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15strangers2020-03-01 01:58 pm
strangerpeople) wrote in 15strangers2020-03-01 01:58 pm
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Isn't this where.....
[Living and dead have reunited. That is all well and good. However, all these trains and cars and starships mean nothing by themselves - many of you may be wondering precisely where they are headed, and the answer presents itself soon in the form of a yawning portal in the middle of space. Yawning, calm, so as not to be mistaken with the writhing and twitching of the wefts - it seems to belong, or at least to be accepted as a cosmic inevitability. And this is what all of the dubious spacecrafts sail into for now - it is just barely large enough for all of them to go in one at a time, and to come out on the other side of the wormhole.
That appears to be some kind of airspace. Those curious about the place they're going may want to open the stained glass windows of the trains to get a much better view of the scenery they're descending on. The landscapes are mostly gorgeous, looking from a distance as though they were painted with watercolors, although some may think it also looks a bit, well, haphazardly patched together. For the trains, there is a floating dock above the land that looks brand new, and an elevator to take down to the ground. All other ships can find an easy landing space in the meadow, like the weird UFOs they are. Nevertheless, there is a path to follow from there, leading to a castle in the distance. It is a path lined with wonderful flowers and trees... and also a chaotic smattering of other trees that don't look like they quite belong. Sheets of dry lasagna make up the bark of the spaghetti trees, their inexplicably cooked pasta hanging like a weeping willow as marinara drips from their meatball fruit. The smell is overpowering, but don't let that ruin the trip. "In fact, it would be better if you let it work up an appetite", the cheerful voice of 707 suggests as he leads the pack up the trail like a hyperactive boy scout leader.
Finally, the doors of the castle open up. The halls are full of doors, each glowing from within - some of you may recognize the names of your homes, and others may not. But going past them, there is an enormous arch that is named The Hall of the Beginning as indicated by the carvings on it. Inside is a table that will be familiar to one of the strangers. It is the table that the original 15 Titled met at the beginning of Nirn, and it's overflowing with a feast even more grandiose than the last time. All of the drinks and cuisine you've been missing for so long is here - from sugar-spiced coffee and bubble tea, delicious scones as good as an aunt's, ridiculously spicy takeout wok, popcorn, philly cheesesteaks and the most perfect star shaped peanut-butter-jelly sandwiches known to man, a big toblerone on a long silver platter, three types of ramen, beer, so many grapes, melon bread, something labeled "dead chicken" that is obviously just a regular roast chicken.... it definitely seems like there were too many cooks here, but cooks with their heart in the right place. Some other favorites of the strangers will also be among the chaos if they look hard enough, but certainly, somewhere, it was deemed that they should have a celebration feast.
But then, you are not strangers any more, are you? Everyone here is a familiar face now, and there are even more familiar faces waiting around the table. The ones who wrote the letter, 707, Halley, Maka, Alexis, and Cardia are already there coming and going, but occasionally many others will stumble through one of the many doors. People from the games who had not fallen to IT. People from home, people you love. What we have here is a nexus and a party all in one. Here, there will be as much time for goodbyes as you like - or, as the hall suggests, new beginnings.]
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Well, it is the Seventh month.
But nah. That person you call July is my brother from another- [mother? Nope. Psych.] - parallel reality. I'm the only version of me that knows anything about other clusters, so essentially... I know them but they don't know me. You can call me Luciel, or Seven.
[neither of them are his real name, but might as well let the Saeyoung this guy knows keep it.]
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Then....the one in Perdurance was that reality's you...? [He's sure there's a story there, and a painful one. He doesn't want to press too much. He's just trying to get the notes straight.] Nice to meet you, Seven-san.
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I'm a bit hard to recognize after that, huh? Well, it's nice to meet you too. You are... Arisato, right?
[he is using the Korean honorofic -nim which is over the top respectful but this canon don't localize like that so it's just gonna be noted here once]
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But uh, the formality??? Thanks translation microbes. That's unexpected and just slightly flusters Minato. So formal...! He wasn't expecting that. But maybe, maybe Seven is just like that to everyone?]
Uh, yeah. Minato Arisato. [So the other already knows his name. Probably shouldn't be too surprising.] Pretty hard to recognize, yeah.
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The universe he's in isn't the one we originated from, which you might know. If it weren't for that version of the universe - that entire planet - suddenly popping out to the universe of skies, I might've never discovered all this darkness floating about. I was searching for it while you were all on the train, and that's how I wound up inside the dark matter, the place your dead friends were...
Anyway! Big lead up! From what I can tell, his white hair and instability were from trying to understand the Correspondence. It's apparently too hard for foolish humans like my usual self, since it's the language of what Chaesun was. She tried to interact through that rock-eyed puppet, but he wanted to hear her real voice. Her real words of love.
Can't say I blame him. That was supposed to be our one happy ending. The one where we really exist. [dramatic sigh] Personally I would have at least liked to be able to see it, but maybe it's naughty to watch anyway~
[...wait why is he telling him all of this. He knocks himself on the head. Thinking about the train world really does make him Like this though.]
Oops! Vented!
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Don't feel too bad about the vent, he's a WildCard, they have that effect on people. Dating sim protags, amirite?]
The Replacement. [He knows it well enough, from the needle. The Correspondence...he'd thought that was the language of the Judgements, but he'll be the first to admit he doesn't know nearly everything about that universe. Still... Seven's words are concerning. Their "one happy ending". The one where they "really exist". And all of that happened...it's sad.
He'd already had concerns about the wefts spreading to other universes by ripping pieces out of them. Among other things. It makes him wonder if there's anything that can be done... Minato frowns and finds himself staring at his hands. He can almost see it there, glinting threads at his fingertips, like the strings of a harp. But he blinks and they're gone.]
Feels like every question answered about that universe makes me understand less. Sounds like you're good at this stuff, though.
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U rite though. Hey, Seven's single]
I'm neck deep in universes, bro. You get used to it.
[and well, he's pretty sure this kid will need to, all things considered.]
...I'll answer any questions you have.