lucetilogs | Post-Event Blues

Who: Everybody, everybody!
What: The battle is won. Now what?
When: The eleventh, twelfth, and onward
Where: Luceti
Summary: With Zompano dead and the cultists routed, Luceti is restored. Kind of.
Rating: F for Feels

On the eleventh, things were slowly breaking down. Memories of their true lives were breaking through. The village, scarred by the battle with the cultists, began to rebuild itself. Community buildings that had vanished were returned to their rightful places. The battle dome was uncovered from the earth that had covered it. Hundreds and hundreds of fake homes slowly faded away. Paved roads gave way to trees and grass. It was an incredible sight for anyone who was willing to sit aroun and watch it happen.

Things wouldn't be easy for the villagers, though. The memories perpetuated by the last ten days would not be easily removed. The feelings and hatreds it had created would take time to conquer and remove. Perhaps, in a way, that was Zompano's nastiest trick of all. The village itself may heal from his invasion, but it would take far more than a few Shifts to fix the people left behind.

Towards the end of the day, their wings returned. Much like some of the buildings, they seemed to just reappear, as if they had never been gone. Their barcodes became visible again as a singular reminder that they were, ultimately, just the property of another entity who as a whole were not much better than Count Zompano.

By the twelfth, the village looked as though nothing had ever happened. Sure, the contents of buildings might have been messed up or destroyed during the battles, but things were otherwise as they were supposed to be. The night before, people would have had to find their old beds to go sleep in, as they no longer possessed the old ones granted to them in another life.

The village was peaceful.

Modly Note: That wraps up the event. As noted in the prose above, you have the option to play up the after effects of the event more than in other ones. While it won't have the same impact universally, the Shift was constructed in such a way that people may have difficulty shaking off the emotions they developed during the event. In effect, it was a cruel send off to Luceti so they would have to deal with the loathing and hatred that came with the less desirable parts of it. Of course, that means the feelings of familial bonds will also persist for awhile as well. It's up to you, as players, to decide how much or little to play with it!

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[His gaze narrowed-- he was frustrated. With himself.]

Will an incident like this repeat?

Unlikely. They rarely do, and it's never exactly the same.

...

Good.

[It was a minor relief. He took a deep breath, knowing now that he needed to explain something. The prospect annoyed him...but, it was inevitable.]

This isn't my first time dealing with an incident like this. There were two within the last week...and at least three from before. I made my mistake because I couldn't stop one of those--

[Even though he wouldn't have been able to. He realized the truth too late, after the drugs had taken effect. The memory itself was chilling enough for him to look away. There was no way for him to tell how often it had happened.]

I promised that I would never fall for one again.

Edited 2013-08-15 22:26 (UTC)

[Silently, she takes that in, squeezing her eyes shut and trying to just take all that in. Barnaby had been taken by the police, in that other life? And she hadn't noticed? And then at home.

She lets her hand slip away from his a fraction, but twines her fingers through his.]

Stars...I never...I'm sorry.

[She can relate, but it was different for her.]

[He wrapped is fingers around hers and, grateful at least for the understanding.]

...It's done. Don't apologize.

[Time always passed, whether he noticed it or not. It was always hard for him to see beyond the isolated world he had made for himself over the years, but bit by bit pieces were starting to break through. He had never properly learned to see the good in things, but there were moments when he could. The hand in his was quiet reminder that something positive had actually come from this affair. Something that he knew in his heart that he didn't want to lose.]

I should be the one apologizing. You didn't need to know all of that. At least, not right now.

[He shifted a little closer. Another promise he had made for himself was to never be so blind again, and...his sister had problems that needed more attention than his own.]

[She lets out a quiet little sigh. What he'd shared was worrisome, yes, but at the same time it was part of who he was.]

It's fine. I want to know the real you, Barnaby. Tell me, how was it you found me and hopped up onto my tower?

[What he'd shared was the core of his wavering trust in the world and himself. It was hard to trust anything if you couldn't trust your senses, but that was going to be a long battle that only he could fight.

He blinked at her question, as if confused.]

I thought we went over this already. I'm a NEXT like Pao-Lin. My power enhances my abilities to be many times stronger than the average person. It took a little focus to actually find you, but it was nothing to actually arrive.

...It only lasts for five minutes, and I can't do it for another hour afterward. [He sighed.] As much as it pains me to say it, we're stuck up here for a while unless you have another way down.

Edited 2013-08-16 04:11 (UTC)

You never told me what it did.

[She laughs faintly at the comment, glad that he's at least feeling up to that. She's really aiming to distract both of them, focusing on mundane little details.]

There's a door behind us. And stairs. I can float down, or Yuuna can come get me.

[He was glad to follow the thread of the distraction. He didn't want to think about it, or any of it. The conversation was already far more than he had anticipated.]

...I see. I suppose that is handy.

It is what it is. I just hate not being able to move on my own. I imagine in a few days I'll have grown so blindingly bored it'll make me wish Luceti had televisions.

[Really, this...sucks.]

[...

He could only imagine what that must be like on anyone, nonetheless someone who has likely lived for far longer than him. It...wasn't pleasant.]

It's a pity that we don't have much anything for socializing here, unless you like dive bars. It really does limit our options.

Good Spirits isn't the worst place, but it really doesn't have anything on a good bar in Fukuoka.

[Of course...]

But you're right, unless you want to deal with that dreadful teenage busybody and her SOS Brigade. A cafe or something would be very nice...

[And not one run by her ex-boyfriend's...whatever Natasha was. The woman was rude, that was all she really knew.]

Hm...maybe. But the people inside is what will determine if it's worth it or not.

[Because the idea of drinking coffee alongside people he didn't even want to associate with was the last thing he'd call 'fun.']

Well, the people are the most important part of any home or place to relax, I would agree.

...To be honest, I couldn't care.

[What was loneliness to a man who only knew what it was like to be alone? Most of the time he found people to be an irritation...except for the times that they weren't.]

But plenty around here do. I'm sure there's some games around here that you can play with someone.

[Or they could 'borrow' the television from the rec center for movies. He wasn't above facilitating that at this point.]

Edited 2013-08-19 23:45 (UTC)

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