lucetilogs | Luceti Valley

Who: Everyone
What: The second part of the experiment. Things begin to unravel.
When: August 7th - August 10th
Where: Luceti itself
Summary: Check out the mod post for more. This covers Day 6-9!
Rating: Varies with thread. Please move explicit stuff to appointments post with appropriate warnings.

Luceti Valley continued in its own merry little way. The rich got richer, the poor got poorer. A new tax hike had ensured increasing animosity between both groups, despite the protests of the every charitable Lord Mayor. But on the sixth day, something happens and people begin to notice things are unusual. Idle thoughts that if thought about too much is bound to get you a visit to the police station for an hour or so. Or worse, it may just get you committed.

Meanwhile, the asylum continues to gain more and more patients. Those that are trapped there will find escaping difficult, but there may be more to this place than they first assumed...

On the tenth, battle breaks out across Luceti Valley. People begin to exhibit powers and abilities they didn't know they had. The police begin rounding up these people to lock up. If they resist, its bound to come to blows. Even though no one has regained their memories of their true self yet, it becomes apparent that some trickery is afoot, even if they might not know the source or why.

Note: This is the second log! There will be a third and final event log for the aftermath. There will also be two separate logs specifically for finding John and defeating Zompano. For those of you that signed up, we'll be randomizing the results and replying to the selected characters later tonight. In the meantime, keep enjoying the event! If you have questions, direct them here.

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[He watches some of the enemies slip clumsily around. He's hurt, he's lost, and they're the ones responsible, right?

He starts to move the very ground beneath them, around the ice, to trap them in place like shackles.]

[ Seeing that he obviously had things under control and that their enemies were barely a concern now, Ororo reaches him before long - and realizes she recognizes him, vaguely. She stops just short of where he hovers, held in place by wind whipping around him fiercely. For anyone else, it would be near-impossible to breach that wind. But for Ororo, she needs only to reach out with her thoughts, snag a tendril and pull, gently, enough to hopefully catch his attention. ]

Aang, please listen to me! That's enough!

[ The name comes from her lips without her realizing she even knew it. All she did know was that those officers, while they were their enemies, did not need to die, let alone at the hands of a young boy. ]

[He paused and looked towards her at her protest, considering her. As if wondering if she were an enemy, too.

He raised a hand, as if preparing attack. But he restrained himself at the same time. Perhaps part of him, somewhere deep inside, was recognizing her. And trying to remember her name. "...Oreo?"

But then the hand releases a gust of wind, to try to blow her back.]

[ It was a strange sensation, being thankful that he'd used wind - something familiar - to attack her. Rather than avoid it, she moves with the direction of the displaced air, and eventually spins it to her advantage. It buffets her, keeps her aloft and pushes her ever nearer to the boy. ]

Aang! I know you can hear me!

[He keeps the wind up for a moment more, even though she's turned it to her advantage.

Then he falls silent, just watching her. And listening, as he floats in the air.]

[ Encouraged that she's managed to catch his attention, Ororo reaches out to him, not quite sure where her words are even coming from. All she knew that this boy was familiar to her in some way that she couldn't put a finger on... ]

Aang, please calm down! I know you must want to help, but look around you!

[Something inside him seems to recognize these words - these friendly words. But he still feels so guarded, so angry. He only starts to soften - something resembling calming.

He does glance around, in a slight acknowledgement of her plea. He sees the people who brought him so much anger having been brought down.]

[ Try as she might to reach him, Ororo falls short when she tries to grasp one of his hands. The winds surrounding him are strangely too strong. She focuses her energy on keeping herself aloft and channeling her voice to him. ]

These people have hurt us terribly, Aang. But there is no need for us to take their lives. There has been enough bloodshed here today, and we musn't add to it ourselves.

[There's a blinking of the glowing eyes. Deep inside, that boy with no clue who he is, he can feel what she's saying. But this power coursing through him is reluctant to let them go - to just let any of this go.

He does let her hold his hand for the moment, but the hand hangs limply without holding back.

Still, the Cultists kept prisoner are released - just in a slightly foreful way. He has the ground eject them from their shackles, just several feet into the air.]

[ In tune with every shift, every move of the air, Ororo is able to sense when Aang has the cultists trapped in the earth shot into the air. Quickly, she turns back around and makes it so that a gust of air rushes up to meet them when they begin to fall back into the ground. It slows their fall to something less painful and definitely less fatal.

It happens in the space of seconds, perhaps not even a minute. But she'd taken her attention off of Aang for then. And after, she turns back around to see if he was any glowing any less, or something closer to the boy she was familiar with. ]

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