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starwardbestrewn2021-06-23 05:53 pm
oncedriven) wrote in starwardbestrewn2021-06-23 05:53 pm
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reassemble you again
You get away.
Somehow, by the grace of no God and certainly not Ianthe, you got away. (You'll never be able to shake the feeling that she let you get away, but you're six systems past giving a fuck.)
And then it's you and Pyrrha and the River, again, and when you come out of it - four and a half minutes fighting against the ghosts, no buffer, because you're not a necromancer and she's not a necromancer and Ianthe might have let you go but she sure as hell didn't help -
Anyway, so after what was technically four minutes and twenty-eight seconds of absolute bullshit, your ship pops back into real space again, and you and your fellow cavalier-driving-necromancer with it. And below you, there's a planet.
It's a weird little planet. And not just because it's one of those rockballs that actually has like, oceans and fully developed ecosystems and shit, the kind of thing you only know from stories and Harrow's one, wild, planet-murdering adventure that got interrupted by several former housemates. You can't put your finger on what's weird about it until you do a thing with your eyes that intentionally blurs them out of focus, and you realize that the planet's...
Not thanergenic. Not thalergenic, either. With the scrap of Harrow's necromancy that you actually do know how to use, the bits that got beaten into you in a mind-meld fight with a giant spooky skeleton, you can just tell that there's something weird.
Harrow would know what it is, the bitch. But all you have of her is a suitcase full of bones containing letters, and also her flesh on top of your soul, for whatever that's worth.
"Welcome to Trapper the Second," Pyrrha says, letting you get a good look out the windows before she turns the ship towards the planet proper with practiced hands. "Or Auldrant, as the natives prefer to call it. The one and only planet with a cavalier."
And on that fucking nonsensical bombshell, your ship hits the gravity well of the planet and jerks. When you look at Pyrrha, she's using other-Gideon's face to give you a smile as grim as any you've seen on the Ninth.
"Better buckle up," she adds.
Somehow, by the grace of no God and certainly not Ianthe, you got away. (You'll never be able to shake the feeling that she let you get away, but you're six systems past giving a fuck.)
And then it's you and Pyrrha and the River, again, and when you come out of it - four and a half minutes fighting against the ghosts, no buffer, because you're not a necromancer and she's not a necromancer and Ianthe might have let you go but she sure as hell didn't help -
Anyway, so after what was technically four minutes and twenty-eight seconds of absolute bullshit, your ship pops back into real space again, and you and your fellow cavalier-driving-necromancer with it. And below you, there's a planet.
It's a weird little planet. And not just because it's one of those rockballs that actually has like, oceans and fully developed ecosystems and shit, the kind of thing you only know from stories and Harrow's one, wild, planet-murdering adventure that got interrupted by several former housemates. You can't put your finger on what's weird about it until you do a thing with your eyes that intentionally blurs them out of focus, and you realize that the planet's...
Not thanergenic. Not thalergenic, either. With the scrap of Harrow's necromancy that you actually do know how to use, the bits that got beaten into you in a mind-meld fight with a giant spooky skeleton, you can just tell that there's something weird.
Harrow would know what it is, the bitch. But all you have of her is a suitcase full of bones containing letters, and also her flesh on top of your soul, for whatever that's worth.
"Welcome to Trapper the Second," Pyrrha says, letting you get a good look out the windows before she turns the ship towards the planet proper with practiced hands. "Or Auldrant, as the natives prefer to call it. The one and only planet with a cavalier."
And on that fucking nonsensical bombshell, your ship hits the gravity well of the planet and jerks. When you look at Pyrrha, she's using other-Gideon's face to give you a smile as grim as any you've seen on the Ninth.
"Better buckle up," she adds.