RE: Ghostwriter
05-19-2018, 11:26 PM
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SpoilerAh. The gods of my universe were... Less, than pleasant. Kept tampering with the mortals, lived in glimmering, cosmic palaces. Enough pomp and ego you could see it trail in their wake. Can't say anyone was upset when the lot burnt themselves to the bone. cough There's... A full story to that, but not for here, at least not yet. It was an ugly thing anyways, can't say I'm upset it's long over.
Anyways, this story is about a few things; none of which are some old "Burned-Bones".
Anyways, this story is about a few things; none of which are some old "Burned-Bones".
It is interesting to see what is done with the provided material. We provide the paint, the brush. It's what's done with them that makes them interesting.
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Ahem. Dime would ask "What now?". It was unnecessary, as Dime already knew. The three of them were all in the same boat, lost, stunned. Shocked. None of them could have predicted the damage the box would cause, the lives lost without ever understanding why. But they would go through the motions anyways, trying to piece together some scrap of reason as to what led to that moment, and if truly had to happen.
Dime knew they would have to go into hiding. The lizard people got what they wanted from the beacon, would begin to prepare for something coming. A small blessing in the storm. But, the people would want an answer, someone to blame. The lizard people would release a trickle of information, a snippet here a suspect there. Releasing just enough to keep the population calm while preparations were made. Revealing Dime as the culprit would only be done when the trickled information was no longer enough for the crowd. For better or worse, Dime knew he would have to trust Belfry and, perhaps, whoever Refugia would send. If anyone.
Belfry, Belfry, Belfry. The last day of your life has been the most shocking, the most traumatic of them all. The rug upturned, your life a sham. Even if your name is truly yours is cast in doubt. You might consider casting away the tatters of your old life, but it's not that easy. To you the memories, the experiences are all real. Or were. Now, it's hard to say which, if any were as they seemed. It would be so, so easy to run away from all this. As a shapeshifter, you could blend in with the masses and try to start a new life. The Lizard people might detect you as one of them, but they would never know who you were. From the moment you enter hiding, you would be lost to them. But you can't. There is still a hope, faint as it is, that Refugia might accept you as one of them. And if they might, then hurting the Lizard peoples preparations for the Refugians might make it that bit more likely.
In the moments prior to the beacons destruction, Yaffenhash's earpiece had heard an odd noise transmitted from the beacons bug. A noise itchy to the ears. Those at the local headquarters had only moments to ponder its meaning before the island was destroyed. Was that scratch from the landing?
Yaffenhash would, perhaps unwisely, linger for just a moment. It wasn't too late for Belfry to join her true people, her real home. She saw what the boxes could do firsthand, the danger they held. It would be important now more than ever to take the boxes, far, far away from this world. It couldn't be done in a day, but phasing out the populations reliance on them, that could be done. Now, Belfry may have saved Dime, but Yaffenhash was every much the shapeshifter as Belfry; and so were the other lizard people on that building. Thus there was a decent chance that another may have flown away, and the nearest HQ will want answers as to what happened. If there is one, anyways.
But all of this would take time, and right now the trio simply wished for a spot to rest.
Ahem. Dime would ask "What now?". It was unnecessary, as Dime already knew. The three of them were all in the same boat, lost, stunned. Shocked. None of them could have predicted the damage the box would cause, the lives lost without ever understanding why. But they would go through the motions anyways, trying to piece together some scrap of reason as to what led to that moment, and if truly had to happen.
Dime knew they would have to go into hiding. The lizard people got what they wanted from the beacon, would begin to prepare for something coming. A small blessing in the storm. But, the people would want an answer, someone to blame. The lizard people would release a trickle of information, a snippet here a suspect there. Releasing just enough to keep the population calm while preparations were made. Revealing Dime as the culprit would only be done when the trickled information was no longer enough for the crowd. For better or worse, Dime knew he would have to trust Belfry and, perhaps, whoever Refugia would send. If anyone.
Belfry, Belfry, Belfry. The last day of your life has been the most shocking, the most traumatic of them all. The rug upturned, your life a sham. Even if your name is truly yours is cast in doubt. You might consider casting away the tatters of your old life, but it's not that easy. To you the memories, the experiences are all real. Or were. Now, it's hard to say which, if any were as they seemed. It would be so, so easy to run away from all this. As a shapeshifter, you could blend in with the masses and try to start a new life. The Lizard people might detect you as one of them, but they would never know who you were. From the moment you enter hiding, you would be lost to them. But you can't. There is still a hope, faint as it is, that Refugia might accept you as one of them. And if they might, then hurting the Lizard peoples preparations for the Refugians might make it that bit more likely.
In the moments prior to the beacons destruction, Yaffenhash's earpiece had heard an odd noise transmitted from the beacons bug. A noise itchy to the ears. Those at the local headquarters had only moments to ponder its meaning before the island was destroyed. Was that scratch from the landing?
Yaffenhash would, perhaps unwisely, linger for just a moment. It wasn't too late for Belfry to join her true people, her real home. She saw what the boxes could do firsthand, the danger they held. It would be important now more than ever to take the boxes, far, far away from this world. It couldn't be done in a day, but phasing out the populations reliance on them, that could be done. Now, Belfry may have saved Dime, but Yaffenhash was every much the shapeshifter as Belfry; and so were the other lizard people on that building. Thus there was a decent chance that another may have flown away, and the nearest HQ will want answers as to what happened. If there is one, anyways.
But all of this would take time, and right now the trio simply wished for a spot to rest.
Quiet. Good for an unusual opinion. Doesn't talk much.