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badgernet_multiversal2021-08-16 05:02 pm
theriflespiral) wrote in badgernet_multiversal2021-08-16 05:02 pm
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Rinley Yatskaya and The New Kid
[this is a series of still pictures, one after the other. Each one is captioned, in turn.]
[The first is a picture— a badly taken selfie of someone who could be anyone’s kid sibling. They wear a crown of woven strawberries over messy hair and covering their mouth to conceal their laughter. In the background, a young woman with black hair, wearing the colors of the dead— a black school uniform with red trim— carries a bag full of groceries, including a baguette. She is not in focus. “Look what I found in the new kid’s bag, lol”]
[Next is a still of a large crowd, clearly quite a bit taller than the camera. “LET A CAT THROUGH WOULDJA 😾”]
[then, a video. The black haired girl from before rockets up to the tin rooftops of the dockside shops, followed shortly by a young man with brown hair in a green vest. Both of them are holding baguettes. The black-haired girl holds hers easily in one hand, in a sword fighter’s stance. Chuubo— at least you can assume it’s Chuubo because the caption is “OMG CHUUBO!? O_O”— holds his like a baseball bat.]
[Chuubo seems to have been immediately debreaded. “The expected result”]
[This is a close up. A slightly troubled, yet peaceful expression on a pale young woman’s face. “Wow this camera is really good”]
[She is now looking at the camera. No, that light in her eyes is not a filter. “Uh-oh”]
[a second short video. Various shouts of “RINLEY” fill the air in various tones of exasperation, as the holder of the phone enacts every chase scene trope they can. A black blur approaches at speed, seemingly undeterred by such interference. “New kid’s chasing me gotta go, like comment subscribe—”]
[The first is a picture— a badly taken selfie of someone who could be anyone’s kid sibling. They wear a crown of woven strawberries over messy hair and covering their mouth to conceal their laughter. In the background, a young woman with black hair, wearing the colors of the dead— a black school uniform with red trim— carries a bag full of groceries, including a baguette. She is not in focus. “Look what I found in the new kid’s bag, lol”]
[Next is a still of a large crowd, clearly quite a bit taller than the camera. “LET A CAT THROUGH WOULDJA 😾”]
[then, a video. The black haired girl from before rockets up to the tin rooftops of the dockside shops, followed shortly by a young man with brown hair in a green vest. Both of them are holding baguettes. The black-haired girl holds hers easily in one hand, in a sword fighter’s stance. Chuubo— at least you can assume it’s Chuubo because the caption is “OMG CHUUBO!? O_O”— holds his like a baseball bat.]
[Chuubo seems to have been immediately debreaded. “The expected result”]
[This is a close up. A slightly troubled, yet peaceful expression on a pale young woman’s face. “Wow this camera is really good”]
[She is now looking at the camera. No, that light in her eyes is not a filter. “Uh-oh”]
[a second short video. Various shouts of “RINLEY” fill the air in various tones of exasperation, as the holder of the phone enacts every chase scene trope they can. A black blur approaches at speed, seemingly undeterred by such interference. “New kid’s chasing me gotta go, like comment subscribe—”]
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hehehe sorry
welcome to magic internet!
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Ah. I see.
Yes, I did those things.
This app is some sort of Breath-based connectivity, then? I have no other signal here.
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Admittedly this would be more useful if it could reach anything other than this site and a few intranets in Old Molder.
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apparently trapped in a place actually named after old mould = not cool prob
no offence to the ppl who live there i'm sure it's nice but uh. what happened exactly
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Local legend holds that a colonial industrialist, Celdinar, attempted to make Town a city, a home like his old industrial London, but literal divine intervention and earthquakes ruined the rising factories.
Ever since the place has been Old Molder, where people slowly use the detritus of industry to make their own way.
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i heard those existed but like obvs no one really KNOWS unless they like. live there
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Myself and my parents being one such, though... perhaps it is unkind to put it like that. Few in Town believe people are cargo.
But you're right, having this relationship with the world I remember is...
It feels fake. Like a setup. That's why I keep referring to "local legend" or "they have told me" rather than taking it as fact.
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or you actually got sent to another world + the story's a conspiracy
or 3rd option tbd
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Or it's the same world, and my old masters are testing me. This would not be beyond their power and wealth to accomplish as a training exercise.
Or this is all some strange and sinister indoctrination, to what end, I don't know.
Or, perhaps, as you say, a new world, and I have no place in it, and must find one, because my old one is gone.
None of these thoughts are particularly heartening, I agree.
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i guess investigate? that's what i'd do anyway these ppl sound creepy
just don't try taking over their stuff though. even if you're SURE you can do better
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There's no place on earth that's really this good. And even Fortitude has problems! My grandmother, were she still alive, would have problems even walking out the front door of-- of the place we've decided to take residence.
There must be something wrong with it, and I intend to find it.
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i guess it's kind of an important subject. gl though!
idk how we can help you out from here anyway but
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(ppl like to use that word a lot. sounds kind of weird as a verb though)
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necessary threadjack, text
Do any of these names mean anything to you:
- Viacruz
- Caer Islywn
- Al'Qebulan
- Rajhadani Delhi
- Jīngshī
If not don't worry about it
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"El Reino Unido Ybérico de Castilla, Aragón y Granada," aka Yberia, AKA Totally Not Spain, which is where I ended up apparently
they use 'Breath' or 'Pneuma' to mean 'magical power' so I thought maybe you got sucked into this game too is all
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