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Who: EVERYBODY
Broadcast: Maybe
Action: Lone Breaker System
When: The fleet will be in this system from 3/10 to 4/14

Welcome to the Lone Breaker System. The planet consists of a single ghost town that replenishes its stock daily, and a desert that does not. There are quite a few points of interest, no consequences, and a mystery to be investigated!

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What is your big dumb deal, [Sorey grumbles, but at least he seems like he's going to come down (with his grappling hook and not Mikleo's dumb icicles, thank you). There's no way he's going to fix anything with Mikleo prowling around down there like a leashed liger.]

I already told you, I don't like the look of this thing. Better to leave it alone and keep people out of danger.

[IT LOOKS RICKETY AND FREAKY AND STOP! CLIMBING IT! And don't even think about riding it, either! He doesn't like that Sorey's answer wasn't a "no".]

You can be such a meek little rabbit about this stuff, I swear, [he's climbing down okay stop glaring]

[WOW DID YOU SAY GLARE HARDER]

I'm not a- a rabbit! Just because I don't run headlong into machinery that looks designed to kill someone...!

It doesn't look designed to kill someone- that's totally subjective and you know it, because you're being a rabbit. A soft little gray wild rabbit, who runs away even from earth seraphim. [hup, there, he's down now]

[Hey, you jerk, the rabbit's put ice at the base of the track now, too.]

[He knows your pettiness. So Sorey's half-expecting some revenge, and when he slips on the ice at the base he grabs for the scaffolding to steady himself. HA! Didn't get one up on him this time, did you!

Sorey gives him an irritated look, brushing himself off as he carefully navigates across the ice back onto dry stone.] If it really bugs you that much, I won't try the rides around here. Even though there's no possible way I could get hurt on them even if they were designed for it.

[Ugh, spoilsport. Mikleo huffs and pretends not to notice.]

You can't be certain of anything. This place could be riddled with traps, and you're way too happy to just charge right in blind.

Not blind, [Sorey says mildly; he knows this protectiveness of Mikleo's doesn't come from anyplace other than love, even if it makes him hover sometimes. But maybe...maybe he really can't tell.]

There's no malevolence here, Mikleo. No hellions. No darkness, can't you feel it? [Maybe he really can't. He's in Sorey's domain, part of his domain, but Lailah had said that Sorey's Shepherd powers would only get stronger. Maybe Maotelus has something to do with it.] I dunno...maybe I'm imagining it, but a place like this feels like it was full of joy, when it had people inside of it.

[Mikleo's quiet for a long moment, mulling that over, an obvious discomfort on his expression- more obvious for Sorey than it would be for anyone else.]

That's the problem, though. Full of joy, when it had people. The absence of malevolence means it's as empty as it looks... no citizens, no visitors, no hiding population. Whatever happened here took everyone, and we don't know why.

[That stupid roller coaster made him nervous, sure, but it's just one small piece of the bigger puzzle.]

Truth is, I'd feel better if there was malevolence. Even just a little. It'd make this place halfway normal. Cities shouldn't feel like this.

[Sorey goes quiet at that, looking out over the park, over the pristine rides (besides what Mikleo's destroyed), the new planks of wood, the gleaming metal. This isn't like the ruins they'd always traversed; even the ones with little malevolence still showed the wear and tear of time, the weight of decay.

Thinking of them as ruins is...easier.]

Sometimes... [Sorey says quietly, in a voice maybe like his and maybe not like his, eyes tracking over the rides, looking a little far away as he remembers bright light mottled with darkness on a Throne a million miles and years away,] -sometimes the only thing you can take comfort in is the absence of suffering.

Edited 2018-05-02 04:51 (UTC)

[Mikleo glances over, taking note of that tone of voice, familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. He can't quite see the expression on Sorey's face but he can guess it; it bothers him, reminds him of things he prefers not to remember. He follows Sorey's gaze over the area, the way the ride looks in the midday sun, parts of it still gleaming with half-melted ice. He doesn't see what Sorey sees. Perhaps because he hadn't really been there, at the end- he'd only been a little ball of lost light that forgot how to be a person until he found his way out of the valley. There'd been no Maotelus, no great revelation, no release of suffering. No Sorey. Just a scattered family and a new purpose.

With a quiet, weary exhale, he dissolves into light and phases into Sorey's body, nestling quietly in his corner of his vessel's soul- filling it more than usual with his presence, though, like outstretched arms trying to spread across too-distant corners. The others aren't here right now, and even the sensation of Maotelus's connection is too far away to be invasive. Right now it's just him.]

"Can we look somewhere else? I don't want to stay here."

[He's not startled, exactly, to feel Mikleo retreat into his soul but maybe he realizes that he went a little too far. It's difficult sometimes; Sorey doesn't actually know how much time passed back home before he came back, after all. Sometimes his connection to Maotelus feels brand new, foreign and odd, and sometimes it feels like he's been with him for eons.

The stretch Mikleo gives inside his soul is possessive, needy. Everything he can't say aloud.]

...yeah, [Sorey murmurs, pressing a palm flat to his chest. I'm here with you.] Let's go check out the library. Got to be a ton of new books there, right?

"Yeah, I like that idea better."

[A library sounds like just what they need. Sorey's voice and acceptance is comfort enough for now, and the prospect of books and a slice of normalcy is more to look forward to, so he falls into a soft, comfortable silence. He'll come back out when they reach their destination, but for now... he wants to stay right where he is, selfish and indulgent.]

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