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Entry tags:
- !location: planetside,
- !plot: marriage planet,
- angie spica,
- anwei ayles,
- astrid hoffersson,
- billy cranston,
- brother cargn,
- faiza hussain,
- feldt grace,
- hiccup,
- hit girl,
- hoshi hikari,
- jamie hemeros,
- jamie mccrimmon,
- kang,
- kanoe zouichi,
- karis needleteeth,
- lash,
- lord zetta,
- nathan petrelli,
- phillip,
- rhiow,
- ronnae,
- setsuna f. seiei,
- tim drake/red robin
The Final Test
Eventually, morning came. For those inside the city, it had been a quiet, pleasant night. For those outside...well. At least no one was hurt.
As the sun rose, the sky took on an amazingly beautiful violet hue. As the crew began to awaken, they'd receive a message from Stacy, stating that those intending to attend the meeting with the Moai Elders were to gather near the massive stone stairway that led to the top of the plateau the city of Orongo surrounded.
It was time for the real mission to begin.
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As the sun rose, the sky took on an amazingly beautiful violet hue. As the crew began to awaken, they'd receive a message from Stacy, stating that those intending to attend the meeting with the Moai Elders were to gather near the massive stone stairway that led to the top of the plateau the city of Orongo surrounded.
It was time for the real mission to begin.
[ooc: and done! start tagging!]
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He looked over at Cargn, "How long will it take you to translate it?"
He then also looked to the Rom and Elders, "How does this Tapestry relate to what was it you said, about us and our Threads?"
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Hiccup stepped forward, eyebrows raised, an almost amused look on his face.
"Are any of you vague, inscrutable alien people ever just going to have all the answers written down on the back of your hand to just tell us or on a peace of parchment you can just hand over? Plain answers, I mean."
For once, for once instead of getting the map to the mystical place to the vague artifact that leads them to the person that can give them riddles to solve that unlock universal truth when solved, it'd be nice to have it spelled out in plain Norse.
Cliff's notes, vague alien people.
"Especially since between you, the Daligig, and everything else, we have no idea how much we're being yanked around and by who for what ends. If your people foresaw this eeeeeons ago, why didn't your people hold on to those answers to just hand them over to us right now? Here. At this meeting. Why can't you tell us exactly what to do right now? Knowing we'd come looking? We don't know, really, what the Daligig want us for, even if it's probably true our worlds are gone and the Ohm destroyed them. We've been yanked around by gods, for their own amusement. How do we know this map and Tapestry are to be trusted more than anything else we've been told? Why should we trust that any of you have the real answers, know the real paths we should follow to end all this?"
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"Yeah, no offense, but we went through a lot just to get in here. We at least earned a straight answer."
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"Would you mind at least explaining what exactly these 'ancient accounts' detail?" he asked, a simple enough question, but it was something they were still missing a lot of details on.
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He coughed quietly, "I apologize for the rudeness, but there is a great deal of information we are missing, and to say it's annoying would be a vast understatement."
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"There is a fire to this one. A very good thing."
"'Chosen', the Daligig call you. They always choose such colorless words for things. It makes you sound as if you are bound to something."
"You are the Thread Walkers. Unlike those bound to the paths the Threads design for them, the Threads follow where you tread. But because of that, they are nebulous around you and your comrades. Your future is only so clear."
"But, unbound from the Threads, the path you take is your choice. If you wish to wander aimlessly under your keeper's eye, that is your choice. But the Tapestry will allow you to carve your own path. To weave the Threads as you see fit."
"We offer you this freely. You must choose, whether you walk that path, or abandon it."
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Having no reason to remain, he nodded at the Moai and the elder Rom, then turned to leave.
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"Well, I still have questions to be answered," Hit Girl said, "and they won't be by sitting around here. So what do we do next? When do we shove off?"
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"I'm sorry, but many of us have been in the dark for a very long time on some of these matters. As you can see, our crew is frustrated with the lack of answers and trust that we've received. We have been wandering aimlessly because we were lacking knowledge of our options and those like the Dalgig. Can you at least tell us more about the Dalgig or your experience with them. There's still much we've been learning piecemeal, and some of us have paid the price with our lives."
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Somebody had to note it somewhere. After quite a few diplomatic incidents with the Legion, among other things, he felt like the moment really deserved some recognition.
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"My kind and the Daligig have...our own history together. We originated from the same reality."
"While we seek to preserve the natural order, allowing the Threads to be woven as they will, they seek to alter it. They believe in an order to things that goes against the Threads. Because of this, there is...bad blood between us."
"We are outlaws, outsiders in their realm. We are unwelcome, and so we wander."
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"...so that's why everyone tended to look down on you." Vivio said. "Is this why you're helping us? Because you don't like what they want?"
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"If we can make one, that is."
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"The material it is crafted from appears to be of an exremely rare quality. I doubt that even if we could find any more of it, there would not likely be enough. And I can already tell the information within is far too complex to be held within a vessel crafted from lesser materials."
He carefully places the orb into the box, closing the lid and lifting it up.
"So I believe our only option is to be particularly careful with this one, as we won't be getting another."
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Tim still was wary of trusting the Rom, regardless of their claims. As it stood, they had little choice in the matter. They claimed to be outsiders, and if that was true, then it gave them a vested interest in the crew's success. At least that would put their motivations out in the open.
However, he did not like the fact that the map 'could not' be copied. That put them in a position of being completely reliant on one man, and one object. There was no way he was completely willing to let that go. "A simplified version isn't possible?" he asked, sternly. "Something that at least could be stored within Stacy's computers?"
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