Voices from Heaven (
thespaceopera) wrote in
driftfleet2017-09-15 08:53 pm
Entry tags:
- !event,
- adalwolfe hawke,
- anders,
- carl grimes,
- cloud strife,
- edna,
- edwin jarvis,
- felix gaeta,
- fenris,
- fie claussell,
- ginko,
- ignis scientia,
- justice,
- katie mccoy,
- looma red wind,
- maedhros nelyafinwë maitimo fëanorian,
- matt murdock,
- max rockatansky,
- nami,
- noctis lucis caelum,
- pavel chekov,
- prompto argentum,
- psycho mantis,
- riona cousland theirin,
- sam winchester,
- serah farron,
- shouta aizawa,
- snow villiers,
- sorey,
- takeshi,
- uraraka ochako,
- vash the stampede,
- yuri katsuki
the veil is thin . . .
[ On the night of the 16th, the feeling of tension and horrid anticipation comes to a head. Everything stops when the sun goes down-- even the ever-present music in the hoppingest part of the city center. One by one, everyone turns their eyes to the skies. The young and old alike pour out of their houses, some in bare feet, and they point to the velvety blanket of stars.
It takes a second to find it, especially if one is unaccustomed to the starscape. But even a casual observer can see it.
A brightly-shining star, larger than the others, and growing larger.
An announcement cuts across all communication channels that encourages people to evacuate to the space station, but it’s clear that these are just people and they’ll need some help. Supplies, equipment, organization, there’s something for everyone to do.
Civilization is disrupted by a panicked stampede of people vying for limited seats aboard spacefaring craft. Within hours, there will be crushed glass, looting, and chaos.
The clock is ticking. Will you help? Or would you rather watch the dying gasps of a Singing Planet from a safe distance? ]
[OOC: Please see this post for plot details. Phase two has begun! Feel free to use this post as a reaction post, mingle, etc. or make your own!]
It takes a second to find it, especially if one is unaccustomed to the starscape. But even a casual observer can see it.
A brightly-shining star, larger than the others, and growing larger.
An announcement cuts across all communication channels that encourages people to evacuate to the space station, but it’s clear that these are just people and they’ll need some help. Supplies, equipment, organization, there’s something for everyone to do.
Civilization is disrupted by a panicked stampede of people vying for limited seats aboard spacefaring craft. Within hours, there will be crushed glass, looting, and chaos.
The clock is ticking. Will you help? Or would you rather watch the dying gasps of a Singing Planet from a safe distance? ]
[OOC: Please see this post for plot details. Phase two has begun! Feel free to use this post as a reaction post, mingle, etc. or make your own!]

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Don't give me that crap. If you die, all of us are dead too.
[There's a few people left, mostly the sick and the elderly-- they're always the last to go in a crisis, because no one thinks of them. Sorey thought of them and that's admirable, but--]
You really want more blood on your hands? Making that decision isn't your job.
[It's up to Rose, to Dezel, the people who grew up killing and making those pragmatic decisions. Not the gentle Shepherd. He sucks in a breath through his teeth and raises his hands, summoning his pendulums in an attempt to bind Sorey where he stands.]
You need to keep that cloak white.
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We don't know that, the pacts act weird here- Dezel, [Sorey exclaims, only just barely jumping out of the way of the cords of his pendulums.] I can't just go! You of all people should understand that!
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[Sorey's exclamation feels like a dagger but Dezel shrugs it off. He tries again, summoning chains of light this time.]
I know you can't! Why do you think I'm doing this?
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You can hate me when this is all over. At least then you'll be alive!
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Sorey begins to struggle in earnest, adrenaline lending him strength where there previously was none, but the bindings are sure and after a few short seconds Sorey runs out of steam, hiding his face in the ground as his shoulders shake.]
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He walks over to Sorey and kneels beside him, lowering his voice so that only the brunet can hear. Not that it's much of a problem. The refugees are back to being escorted into the shuttles; there's no time to waste for anyone.]
You've got four other people tied to your soul and a whole crew to take care of. You don't get to throw your life away just because you feel bad about what you did, you hear me? You haven't asked us to die for your guilty conscience.
[If Sorey doesn't stop him somehow, he'll carry the Shepherd over to one of the last few empty seats. Mostly everyone's cleared out by now; it looks like the last flight is reserved for the rescuers themselves and maybe some livestock.]
You can't make up for anything if you're dead.
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Dezel's right, and more than that he means well, but that he'd just chained Sorey down, forced him to tire himself out and then hauled him onto the shuttle- Sorey doesn't want to be anywhere near him. Not for a little while.]
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When everything is loaded up, Dezel doesn't join Sorey in his soul. Instead he rides by the door, invisible and unnoticeable to the refugees. He disappears sometime after they reach the station, and it may be a while before Sorey can even find him; he makes himself scarce on the Huntress, too.]