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etrayamemes2025-01-02 03:19 pm
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TDM 006
 ⏵ arrival ⏴ Arrival is absolutely not normal this month. Instead of a hospital bed, you wake in a tunnel with a large group of other people. These are the residents. A woman’s voice in an earpiece hurriedly clues you in with an apology. I apologize; I had not planned to introduce you this way, but we are low on time. Please proceed down the hallway. For everyone else, coming in is much the same. The instruction goes out to head to designated areas immediately, where companion bots will escort the residents of Etraya down into the depths, the area beneath where much the same is explained.  ⏵ disrobing ⏴ The tunnel eventually opens directly into the foreroom of an expansive library, painted in marvelous hues and patterns with skylights far above. There are wizards milling about, bearded and holding tomes, quietly chatting amongst themselves. The reception area of the library has tall ceilings with equally tall doors Before you get too caught up in the scenery, a voice directs you forward. A gentleman, hunched and bespeckled craws out. "Make a line! Make a line, everyone! You cannot enter the library dressed as you are... Come forward and give me your name." The receptionist asks your given name and then hands over a box from underneath his counter. You can give him any name you want, he doesn’t seem to mind. It is tied with a tagged ribbon- labeling it accordingly. “The _____ robe of _______.”
As you read what the contents of the box may be, they form inside- Looking and behaving as your character expects them to. After all, magic is all in the wielder’s mind. Don your robes and enter the library.  ⏵ unfamiliar familiars ⏴ For those without a familiar (like one hatched from an egg not too long ago) you may borrow one from the library counter. They all have strengths and weaknesses, but they will all assist in the very important mission. As you roam the library, they will make little indications that you are closer or further from finding a piece of the pearl.
 ⏵ the task at hand ⏴ With robes donned and creature in hand, you must now complete your mission. Find the pieces of the shattered pearl. As you enter the library, you may notice that it’s all very dim. There’s oil lamps around the place that may be moved with you to assist in your journey if your robes do not already emit light. Break off and search the library. There is a directory at the front to point guests to all the different sections.
Each section looks enough like the last, though the books within have immense power. Pick up the wrong book, and you might conjure a dragon or a historical figure! You must persist and avoid making too much noise or breaking too many things. Or else the Librarian, a tall mass of knotted fabric will confiscate your robe and usher you back outside. Your name will be struck from the list, and you must pick a new one to re-enter the library to continue the search. You can try to fight back against him- he may be set alight with the lamp. But should you be starting fires in here? Any thread with 15 comments between you and another may be submitted to find a piece of the pearl. There are 20 pieces altogether, and we will determine if the mission was successful by March 28th. A post will go live on the OOC comm for this! This mission occurs out of time, similar to how the spaceship had. Meaning, those currently in game can experience these events any time between now, and March 14th. Please direct all questions to our mod queries comment! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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he glances askance. he doesn't look convinced. ]
You know, ever since I arrived here, I've been... relieved. The fact that Dean is here from my future— and now you, too— means you saved the world.
I don't know how. I just know it must be true.
[ he pauses, taking another book off the shelf before weighing it, and placing it back. ]
But you're clearly not fine. Which means that something else has happened.
[ he turns back to face sam. there's resignation in his countenance. ]
I don't expect you to give me the details, but— [ castiel stops. cuts himself off. what he says isn't what he was going to say. ] Is there anything I can do?
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Having dealt with a time loop, he's honestly not too surprised that Cas is from somewhere in the past.]
I said 'yes.' And then something stopped Lucifer for just long enough for me to take back control. We both went down into the Pit with Michael. Apparently I got back out.
[And then some other shitty things happened.]
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[ suddenly castiel's impenetrable exterior cracks. he'd been operating under the assumption, because he had no reason not to, that everything had been fine with the both of them after. he had no reason to think otherwise with what dean (hadn't) told him.
it's only now that he comes to realize, naturally, that their act had come with great sacrifice.
castiel looks shaken. ]
You— you don't know how?
[ that means— ]
Did I lose my powers? Or am I...
[ dead? ]
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[The rest of him came out like the T-1000, ready to hunt anything and everything.]
You were dead for a few minuntes but then God brought you back is what I've been told.
[And then, well, tore down the wall in Sam's mind and now Sam is borderline insane.]
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[ what about his body? ]
Wait, God—
So I...
[ was he forgiven? wasn't he dead or powerless? but— ]
Did I bring you back?
[ what. what. what ]
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Death, the horseman, did.
[And then you tried to be God and turned into a puddle of black goo. Fun times.]
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[ only the funnest. ]
What did I do?
[ where did he go? did heaven accept him back? or— ]
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I don't know about that part. I just. Got free I guess. [All the information he's gotten is very confusing.]
I don't-- I don't think you want to hear this, Cas.
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he would have wanted to help sam. even if the likelihood of succeeding was slim...
but what sam has to say makes him sick to his stomach. what does he mean?
what does he mean by that?
castiel steps forward, eyes gone wild, nostrils flaring with the sharp inhale he takes before he speaks. ]
Tell me.
[ he has a bad feeling about this. ]
Please.
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You absorbed all the souls from Hell and became God for a little bit before it backfired and turned you to a pool of black goo.
[Sam winces, even as the words come out of his mouth. He doesn't mention the wall, how tearing it down is actively causing Sam harm.]
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he has to know. if he's done something— he has to take responsibility. but sam says what he says before he can continue to implore him. castiel takes in a sharp breath through his nose and lets it out, slowly, from his mouth. ]
Oh.
[ why, exactly, did he choose to do those things?
does it matter? ]
*souls from Purgatory oops
Sorry.
somehow i just read that the way you meant it without even noticing the typo lol
[ your fault. castiel shakes his head, like he's trying to shake off the weight of this revelation.
it doesn't work. ]
What do you mean by... uh. "Black goo"?
[ the rest he can infer at least to some degree. ]
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Leviathan. [He raises his head, just in time to see a familiar figure moving around the library stairs. Lucifer. Sam stands up straighter, taking a couple steps deeper into the Geography section, as if doing so will eliminate the hallucination.]
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I let them out.
[ and then he— ]
What was I trying to kill?
[ that's the only reason he can imagine he would have done something so incredibly stupid. dear father in heaven, he hopes he had a reason. ]
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I... [ Sam you know this answer. Raphael. That big ol' silly civil war going on upstairs.]
Raphael.
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[ he understands.
but he sees sam backing away and, of course, thinks it's because of him.
well. in a way, it is. ]
Sam...?
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[ he follows, and then second guesses himself about whether or not that's a good idea. but then sam stops, so he walks forward to catch up with him, reaching out again to take his arm.
if he knew exactly what he'd done, he wouldn't try. but he only knows one very big mistake he made— that he will make— and what a horrifying thought, to realize what he'll have done already in the future, knowing he can't make it stop. ]
Wait.
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We're not talking. You're not real.
[You already tried that one, partner. No go.]
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it occurs to him, in dawning horror, that this may not be some effect bestowed by the magics of the library, but rather a potential side-effect of keeping lucifer and michael's company for over a year.
he's seen what kind of damage can be done to a soul firsthand. he touched dean's when he raised him. ]
Sam— Sam, what are you seeing?
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Except, with the reappearance of Lucifer, things are most definitely not fine.]
I... [The Dean in his time knows, after Sam was more or less forced to confess that his reality is cracking around him. Does he tell Cas?] It's nothing.
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[ and though he doesn't know what he's done, he does know what he should have done. he should have gotten sam out of the cage. what else was he brought back for, if not to help?
except he died, again, and this time to his own foolishness. in dean's time, does that mean that god brought him back again? why? why would he have done such a thing, only for this to be the result? ]
We should find Dean.
[ fuck this mission tbh ]
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Except it's not.
It's really, really not. And Sam is already exhausted.] It's Lucifer.
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of course it's lucifer.
he should have known, honestly. what else would sam be seeing after a year in the cage?
castiel looks back in the direction sam was looking and swallows, like he can see him too. there's real fear in his face, in the micro expressions that play across his muscles, beneath the impassive blankness that he usually wears. ]
There must be something that can be done.
[ it's a miracle sam is even alive. ]
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