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come_sailaway2023-03-04 10:44 pm
not_the_last) wrote in come_sailaway2023-03-04 10:44 pm
it's a war in there [March OTA, including memshare]
Who: Cassandra de Rolo & those visiting her memories / OTA
When: March
Where: Around the Serena Eterna; also Whitestone, at various points in the past
What: Things are beginning to crack
Warnings: Game-typical angst; in memshares, murder, torture, vampirism, mindfuckery both magical and mundane, and potentially noncon/dubcon; other warnings to be added in reply headers as needed
A. you're just like them, you're unprepared
Cassandra's noticed the cracks, of course. Before she brushes against one, they seem alarming and inexplicable; are they a trick, a trap, a sign that this whole little artificial plane is starting to come apart?
(The thought she barely lets herself contemplate: a way out?)
After her first few encounters with them, the nature of them seems more apparent -- although there's no guarantee they aren't also any of her previous thoughts. The first time her own memories double on her, with faces she knows from here appearing in them, she locks herself in her cabin's bathroom and curls up on the floor of the shower, arms wrapped around her knees, struggling not to begin screaming for fear that she might never stop.
[This prompt is for interacting with Cassandra in the present setting! Feel free to run into her anywhere on board, either before or after memshares begin, or PM/ping me on discord to discuss a more specific prompt.]
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B. cause you don't know the terrain
Several cracks about the ship, as it turns out, lead to a world called Exandria and a little city-state called Whitestone. Those who tumble into them will encounter a younger Cassandra at some point in her past.
[Specific pre-discussed prompts are below! If you would like a different one, see the plotting post here or PM/ping me to discuss.]
When: March
Where: Around the Serena Eterna; also Whitestone, at various points in the past
What: Things are beginning to crack
Warnings: Game-typical angst; in memshares, murder, torture, vampirism, mindfuckery both magical and mundane, and potentially noncon/dubcon; other warnings to be added in reply headers as needed
A. you're just like them, you're unprepared
Cassandra's noticed the cracks, of course. Before she brushes against one, they seem alarming and inexplicable; are they a trick, a trap, a sign that this whole little artificial plane is starting to come apart?
(The thought she barely lets herself contemplate: a way out?)
After her first few encounters with them, the nature of them seems more apparent -- although there's no guarantee they aren't also any of her previous thoughts. The first time her own memories double on her, with faces she knows from here appearing in them, she locks herself in her cabin's bathroom and curls up on the floor of the shower, arms wrapped around her knees, struggling not to begin screaming for fear that she might never stop.
[This prompt is for interacting with Cassandra in the present setting! Feel free to run into her anywhere on board, either before or after memshares begin, or PM/ping me on discord to discuss a more specific prompt.]
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B. cause you don't know the terrain
Several cracks about the ship, as it turns out, lead to a world called Exandria and a little city-state called Whitestone. Those who tumble into them will encounter a younger Cassandra at some point in her past.
[Specific pre-discussed prompts are below! If you would like a different one, see the plotting post here or PM/ping me to discuss.]
never too late!
She opens her eyes without moving her head, and meets his gaze.
"You never said, when we first talked about it, how your village came to burn down. Is that what you meant by breaking the board?"
<3
Even Sotoba's survivors will never know how it came to burn. In the chaos, no one noticed a single grieving mother searching for the father-in-law who rose and took her entire family away. No one noticed how she grabbed a can of gasoline and climbed the mountain trails to the shiki's abandoned hiding place. No one was there to see her set the empty huts ablaze.
"I meant that I didn't care about saving the village. They thought I was trying to help the humans, but the truth is I just wanted the shiki dead. I was going to destroy all of them, and myself, and I didn't care who had to be sacrificed or how much the humans hurt each other in the process.
"But like I said, that's not an option anymore."
He has something to lose now. He wants a future.
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"I don't know if I fully believe you either," she says. "But ... well. For obvious reasons, I'm inclined to trust the burned hand. I think if you were likely to try something similar again, you'd be trying to convince both me and yourself that you were right to do it the first time."
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"We need to be able to work together, is all. Not justify our past actions or pass judgment on each other for things that happened in another reality."
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