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imaginarymods) wrote in imaginarynetwork2020-10-12 01:17 am
NEW DOCUMENT UPLOADED. OPEN FILE?
As a result of Sans and Sayori's investigation of KV, multiple videos are sent to each of the Reclaimers' bracers.
LUCRETIA.VID
The screen plays a recording of a memory.
Lucretia is standing, surrounded by group of folks in red robes. She herself is clad in a red robe, though the viewer can only infer this from Lucretia's own point of view. Most of the faces are unrecognizable to the Reclaimers, save a few select faces;
the face of the Elf woman in the umbrella that Sans, Wash, and McCree saw before, Barry Bluejeans, Davenport himself, and Maureen, Lucas Miller's mother. The other figures are an elf man that looks remarkably similar to the woman, a dwarf with an impressive beard, and an absolute hulk of a human man.
The elf woman reaches out to touch Lucretia's shoulder, and Lucretia looks at her. The woman's face is so kind as she addresses Lucretia's worry.
"This will work, you have to believe in me," she assures. "And if it doesn't— if dividing the Light of Creation into these relics doesn't work, then we will try your method.
But please, Lucretia. Just give this a chance. Believe in us."
The recording swaps.
Lucretia stands in front of a mirror— no, the mirror—, reaching forward.
"Please," she pleads, stifling a sob, voice riddled with anguish. "I need help. I need more time. I—
I can't do this without them.
Not again."
The recording ends.
LUP.VID
The elf woman sits across from the identical elf man she was with in the prior video. She's looking at her lap, though, only seeing the man's knees close to hers, like their limbs are a bridge between them that almost doesn't meet.
"You didn't mean for any of this to happen." He says to her.
"I know that. And I know it's good. Like, the Hunger's not here, and the hunger's worse than anything we've done. I just... I can't help but ask."
She looks the elf man across from her in the eye.
"Did we make the right decision?"
The elf man's brows knit together and he takes a breath.
"...Who knows if the shield would have worked. You know... sometimes, there aren't right decisions. Sometimes there's just decisions."
The recording ends.
CURSED.VID
From the perspective of someone nearby, you watch as the dwarf from the prior video is confronted by a hooded figure.
"Now, I don't know what you're talking about," comes his rough voice. "If you're hungry, well, the tavern just across the street has the most amazing-"
His voice is cut off as a hand reaches out from the robes and grasps the dwarf around the neck. The hand is made of black opal, and as black tendrils reach out to stab into the dwarf, the dwarf's own eyes turn black as well.
The recording swaps to the vision of a more recent Lucretia.
It's the Lucretia the Reclaimers recall, in her current age and current outfit, or at least what she wore regularly before candlenights.
The view remains concentrated on Lucretia, but passing as if unnoticed by the recording, a shock of black shoots up through Lucretia's staff very suddenly.
"Are you alright, Johann?" Lucretia asks, raising a brow, looking genuinely concerned.
The view shakes as if the person whose memory this is has shaken their head, slowly.
"It's nothing, m'am..."
The recording ends.
CANDLENIGHTS.VID
This memory seems to come from a shorter stature as well. IT's the Moon Base as it stood in Faerun, and a child's hand— Angus's hand— reaches out to push the door open. Anyone who has visited the Voidfish's chambers after hours may recognise the room he enters.
"Madame Director? Are you in here?" he calls out.
The memory patches in as if it's skipped a bit, and now the scene becomes more clear.
Lucretia stands in the middle of the room, hunched over herself, clutching her head with one hand and the staff with the other. Davenport stands at her side, and there are other Reclaimers— Reclaimers that may be recognized as a handful those who haven't appeared yet on the island— around, as well as some Seekers and guards.
"You have to leave," Lucretia demands, her voice cracking as if with pain.
"M'am, you have to listen to-"
"Now! There is no more time for listening!"
Lucretia shouts, her voice like venom. When she looks up, her eyes have turned completely black.
"I can't... I can't hold it back anymore,"
"Not without us!" Angus asserts. "You can-- let us help you!"
"You don't understand! There is no more hope! There is nothing! Even if you leave— this is the end!"
All of a sudden, thorns shoot out of Lucretia's staff, which has turned completely into black opal. The thorned vines that shoot from Lucretia's heart and staff are all that black opal material, too, and they shoot out in every direction, grasping and curling around everyone in the room, Reclaimers and Seekers alike. Even Angus is caught in the vines.
He catches Lucretia's face again, watching as it wrenches in despair, black eyes still crying real, human tears.
"I'm sorry," Lucretia chokes. "This is all I can do."
Even more tendrils extend, wrapping around Lucretia herself, consuming her, devouring her. Angus reaches out, but those vines are starting to consume everything around them as well. Outside of the dome, the sound of a storm begins to ring, amplifying the terror of the moment.
Angus reaches out, trying to free himself from the tendrils, reaching for the hand of a dragonborn woman before a thorny vine tears her away from him.
He loses his balance, tumbling down a few more branches, and when he's finally stopped tumbling he looks around to see a book has fallen out of his bag.
CALEB CLEVELAND AND THE IMAGINARY ISLAND, bears the book's title, but its cover is gilded and shining.
A voice completely unlike the voice heard on the island calls out directly from the book's pages; the voice of a Relic.
"Use me. Save yourself. Save everyone."
Angus reaches out and grabs the book.
The recording ends.
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UNLESS.
HMMMMM.
DOES THE FIREY UMBRELLA PERSON ONLY MAKE NORMAL FIRE?
I HAVE CHEMICALS. THEY COULD ADD LITTLE COLORFUL PIZZAZZ TO THEIR FLAMES.
[This is VERY safe. Trust him, he's an expert. With a whole couple months of training.]
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i'll run it by them
[Possibly once they're out of the umbrella. Details.]
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Okay, maybe he won't immediately share that he remembered something.]
THAT SOUNDS GOOD!
LET ME KNOW HOW IT GOES.
AND ALSO. EVERYBODY ELSE.
SINCE WE'RE ALL WAITING TO HEAR WHAT HAPPENS WITH THE UMBRELLA.
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don't step on the beach glass it's still really hot
[Did you want a reply that made any sense at all? Too bad.]
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THE BEACH GLASS.
[Yeah, he did kind of want a reply that made literally any sense. And this sure seems like an abrupt tangent.]
DOES THE UMBRELLA MAKE FIRE, AND GLASS, AND FLOAT????
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but lup does
[Lup did all three of those things when she popped out, in fact! Sans could elaborate, but hey, one of the videos is named after Lup, so that's good enough, right?]
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OKAY...
SO. I AM GUESSING.
BASED ON ALL YOUR VAGUE COMMENTS ABOVE.
THAT LUP IS ONE OF THE SOULS IN THE UMBRELLA.
AND YOU BROKE IT TO FREE THEM.
WHICH OF THEM IS LUP??
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the man is taako emphasis-on-the-aa
they were both in there
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THAT'S A LONG NAME.
[This is seven letter Papyrus saying this to four letter Sans, of course, but still. Look at that difference in length. All those hyphens. Incredible stuff.]
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but maybe make sure you call him the whole thing the first time you talk to him
just to be polite
[No, it's because Sans thinks it would be funny.]
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[Has Papyrus met a formal introduction in his life? Probably, but probably not with the spirit they're intended.]
HEY, BUT ARE YOU GOING TO TELL US WHAT THEY KNOW??
HINTS ABOUT QUESTS? FORGOTTEN LORE?
WHAT IT'S LIKE TO LIVE IN AN UMBRELLA???
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especially when you're trapped in there by a mysterious hooded dude with tentacle hands
also they're kind of stuck in one body
so we need to try and fix that too
[ONE MORE THING TO WORK ON.]
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ISN'T THAT USUALLY PRETTY PERMANENT?
[He's a little surprised at his own assumption, there. It doesn't seem like something that's happened to him, seeing's how he's one Papyrus with nobody else clamoring about in his skull... But the idea of a shared body doesn't baffle him in the way other things people have described do. Maybe that's... something that happens with monsters?]
HOW WOULD ANYBODY EVEN FIX THAT ANYWAY.
IS THERE A SIEVE FOR SOULS?
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even if we pulled them apart we'd need somewhere to put the other soul
[You can't just have a soul floating around. They don't last long--wait, does that apply here? Knowledge he has no memory for the origin of tells him monster souls don't last long outside a body at all, and human souls last longer but not indefinitely. Where do elf souls fall on that spectrum?]
but when i felt their presence in the umbrella they felt like two separate souls
so i don't think they're fused
[Which is... Apparently something Sans considers a concern, though he has no idea why.]
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[He hesitates, unsure what he was about to say, and mulls over the question. It feels like he ought to have an idea where souls can go, but the memories just aren't coming. If only they had muscley brains for that muscle memory to get on getting on.]
MAYBE IN ANOTHER UMBRELLA??
AND I BET THERE'S SOME KIND OF MAGIC, FOR MAKING BODIES.
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maybe a robot
[Sans isn't sure if he's joking there.]
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THERE'S MAGIC ROBOTS.
I BET THEY'D BE GREAT AT HOLDING SOULS!
[Just think, with a robot they could build a custom body to whatever specifications they like. Much easier than his next suggestion, which was going to be to gather a bunch of bones and use one of his tinctures to animate it. With that starting boost, then the addition of a soul, that'd probably make a living skeleton, right? Maybe that's where he and Sans came from. And why they look different, despite being brothers.]
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and i know a guy who could probably build a robot
[Actually, isn't there someone else who builds robots, too? ...Almost a memory, but not quite. Well, something for later.]
we just have to figure out how to keep a soul in there
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SOMEBODY CALLED THE UMBRELLA A SOUL JAR.
SO DO WHATEVER THE UMBRELLA HAD.
IT DIDN'T HAVE A LITERAL JAR RIGHT?
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right
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maybe we should let them pick
do some design work
decorate it
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I'LL JUST DRAW UP SOME IDEAS.
IN CASE THEY'RE SHORT ON INSPIRATION!
[Also in case they want to be robot skeletons with spikes and flames. Just a thought. The art just comes to him with scarcely a thought.]
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you draw the pictures
they can draw the inspiration
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BE SURE TO SHOW LUP AND TAAKO FOR THEIR PERUSAL AND APPROVAL!!
[Of course, this won't happen immediately. Between continuing to respond to things, getting distracted by the idea of making cookies, running off to make cookies... He's only going to get partway into drafting today. But Robot wasn't built in a day, probably.]