Ah-- [ his palms are bare, which means his hand sure does get burned. he hisses as he shakes his hand out, again, wishing he had his powers so he could heal it. at least he's wearing good boots.
xichen also doesn't like that whatever this voice is knows their names and weaponry (if it knows endorsi, it must know all of them). he holds his sword in his other hand, trying not to aggravate the injury. ]
Come. [ again, xichen will urge everyone else forward first down the hall, and take up the rear, just in case. they can patch up injuries when they're somewhere safer. ]
[ The others do a good job of crushing the insect, though Belial's expression is grim as he watches the sheer freezing of the temperatures scald them. His head snaps to the side when it appears as though reinforcements are on the way, and for a moment it occurs to him that they might actually die playing this little game.
Best to keep as many pawns on the table as possible then. ]
Aren't we popular today?
[ The arrows are a little much, and there might be traps ahead, but it's better than fighting an ice army, so he doesn't wait to start running down the hall, boots against the water as he grabs Mugen on the way, pulling him up under his arm in case his injuries and lack shoes is slowing him down.
It is super annoying to actually have to listen to the disembodied voice though. ]
[She makes a noise of surprise at both the sudden burn and the wave of freezing water moving over her feet.]
Ah, my beautiful hand...
[As much as she would like to stay here and kill a few more of these things in retribution for the burn, she doesn't want to miss out on the promise of answers. Still, she doesn't want to head back without a weapon, so while she isn't excited to repeat the experience - she takes off her cloak and uses it as an extra layer to try and pick up her needle again. It leaves her colder, but it's better than being unarmed, she figures.]
[ mugen hisses sharply when the bug leaves a mark on him - is that frostbite, what the hell - but it only bothers him for a second. because what's more important is the fact that his sword is burning the shit out of him.
he drops it at first in the water out of shock, shaking his hand out, and then drops down to pick it up again. it still hurts to carry, so he likely burns his hand again, but he's not leaving it behind. with an annoyed sound he shoves it into the sheathe on his back - and is promptly scooped up by belial. ]
Hey! What is with you and picking me up, is this some kinda kink of yours -- [ be prepared for him to be a squirmy baby the whole time they run down this hall. he wants to fight the ice army! the hell!!
but he does let himself be carried off down the hall. he's very cold and hungry. and his feet are soaked. ]
[When Xichen picks up the sword with his other hand, he'll find it still burns to the touch, as will Mugen. They can try to keep holding onto the hilts with their other hands, but it will be hard to avoid dropping them when they're being burned. Either way, both of their palms will be burned now. Endorsi, on the other hand, will find that her method of wrapping her cloak around her needle helps with the cold. It's still chilly to touch but doesn't hurt like touching it directly did.
The plinking begins to grow closer as they head down the hallway, but the arrows continue to flash, pointing them through a circular door. In the room, on the other side of the door, they can make out a large screen with some sort of image on it.]
Good, good. I'm sure the four of you have been wondering how to get back to where you're from.
[ well shit. xichen tries not to react to the pain but palm wounds hurt man. the best he can do is use the very long and wide sleeves to his advantage and wrap it around the hilt to avoid the burns from getting worse.
xichen takes a look around the room to see if there's anything there besides the screen - signs of food, a bed, something that indicates a person would be here, rather than just a disembodied voice. ] Yes, but also who are you?
[ Shh, Mugen. Just let yourself be carried so that Belial can use you as a human shield or projectile as required.
Belial doesn't waste any time before slamming the door shut behind them with his foot (hopefully they all made it inside!), still keeping Mugen under his arm for safe keeping.
His attention is split between the screen and the voice, and keeping an ear out for whatever is gathering beyond the door. If they need to escape, it's the only way out though it won't do much good to walk into a swarm of ice. ]
[She follows after the others as soon as she has her weapon, heading through the door and squinting at whatever image is on the screen. When the voice addresses them all again, she sighs.]
I'm wondering much more than that, you know! I'll decide afterwards if your explanation is adequate.
[ mugen, who is being carried under belial's arm, is taking advantage of this to check over his wounds. his palm's burned to shit, but he thinks he can probably power through it if he has to, flexing it open and closed.
he looks up at the screen - and also around them, because he likes to know where his exits are. ]
[The room is empty, except for the large screen in the center, and what this crew of mostly ye oldes may or may not recognize as complicated computers around the walls.
In the center, the voice speaking to them appears as a hologram right in front of the screen - a computer rendering of what looks like the face of an old man with a beard.]
No, no. You aren't dead. Well, let's hope not, eh, Mugen? Welcome, friends. My name is Professor Klauseron. I've been waiting to meet all of you since your arrival.
[ he has seen the TV out in the lounge so he's not completely horrified by the amount of technology but he absolutely does not understand that this guy is a hologram. ]
What the hell. [ squirm, squirm. let go of hiiim, belial, ] So this ain't the afterlife.
Of course. I'll explain everything to you now. I'm sorry for keeping you waiting so long.
[The hologram doesn't change, but the screens on the other walls do. Images on those screens show various shots of the lodge, as though taken with hidden cameras.]
I've been keeping an eye on you since you've arrived. But I haven't been able to come meet you. I am nothing more than a computer, and I cannot leave this room. I can do nothing more than watch.
[The image on the screens on either side of Professor Klauseron flicker again now. The images now show computer renderings of several planets, represented in pink. Mini renderings of shapes meant to indicate humans appear on the planets. You can watch as they each, in turn, blink away and appear outside the rendering of a a house shaped like the lodge.]
Allow me to explain the circumstances of your arrivals here. Perhaps once you understand, I will be able to give you the tools you'll need to return.
[ the way this room changes so much across the screens leaves xichen feeling off kilter - he's never seen anything like this before and it's really rattling his mind. the fact that apparently they're being monitored is only like, the third weirdest thing here.
but since the professor is being incredibly long winded, he will take the chance to put his sword back in it's sheath and hope it warms up. ] Please explain the circumstances then.
[ Those cameras are definitely intrusive, and Belial watches intently, hoping to see something about the locked room or the mysterious sack. But the screens flicker away too fast.
Might as well focus on the current mystery then. ]
And all of that outside? Was it a test? [ He nods beach toward the door before winking. ] Did you enjoy the show?
[ He also gently smacks Mugen to stop his squirming. ]
I don't experience regret or enjoyment. I am a computer. I cannot leave this place.
[The images flash again - now you can see what looks like a computer rendering of two sides of a smooth flat cliff, and then in the valley between them, a rendering of the lodge.]
This place you have come to is a pocket dimension, wedged between a convergence of dozens of universes. The things you are seeing and experiencing here are merely filtered through your perception.
Sentient beings are not intended to exist in spaces like this for long. It will be necessary soon to return you to your homes. Unfortunately, I cannot help you do that yet.
[The images on the screen changes again. It shows pictures that are recognizable to all four of them as being from their homes. First, the images appear normal, but shortly after, the image changes - everything is covered in ice.]
[ Filtered through their perception? What does that mean? Are they in the Matrix? Belial frowns, finally dropping Mugen before moving around to explore the room again, peering at the images on the screens and at the computer. ]
And I assume if we don't leave soon we'll - [ he sighs dramatically ] - die.
[She furrows her brow when he talks about pocket dimensions and reality filtered through their perception, but it's what he says last that she latches onto. Something she can work towards, at least.]
If you can't help us, then tell us what we'll have to do ourselves.
belial drops him, and mugen just hits the floor and lays there for a second, staring at the hologram upside down on the ground. a lot of that goes over his head, but he - really doesn't like the images of nagasaki just covered in ice. after a moment, he pulls himself up and brushes himself off. ]
Get to the point, you old bag. [ he says, vaguely annoyed. ] Sick of being jerked around, here.
The point, then. Of course. Let me explain everything, and then all your questions will be answered.
[The hologram of the old man closes his eyes for a moment, pensive, and then reopens them again. On the computer display is a computer rendering of what looks to be a solar system - two planets with a wide orbit around the sun. Both planets are ringed by ice, and appear to be covered in ice themselves. One is dark blue with white frost, and the other is covered with great green oceans and red storms.]
This story begins on my home system, where I was born many millions of years ago. Two planets, orbiting the N0-L system. For ease of our story, I'll call them N0-L-001 and N0-L-002. I was born on the first N0-L planet. A beautiful and prosperous place, where we shared merry tidings each and every day. But our enemies of N0-L 2, an icey planet, hated our joy and sought to declare war on us. The ice beings - they had their own name, but in our language, we called them "humbugs" - were ruthless. Quickly, they overwhelmed us, and turned our planet into a habitat only they could survive in.
[The red and green planet in the simulation becomes covered with ice. The hologram bows his head.]
Before our destruction, we had only just begun to harness a weapon capable of defeating them. You see, the humbugs have one weakness. The beings of our planet emitted a peculiar wavelength that countered the humbugs abilities. This wavelength is known as Yule Energy. However, without refining, the Yule Energy was only capable of staving off the humbugs in short bursts. I had finally begun to devise weapons capable of destroying them before my beloved N0-L 1 succumbed to the ice. Before my death, I uploaded my brain to this computer, and used it to emit the remaining Yule Energy of my fellow N0-Lians throughout the multiverse. Dimensional rifts allowed the Yule Particles, which are sentient beings that emit Yule Energy, into different worlds, where they lay dormant.
[The image changes again, showing particles that look like red and green stars appearing on various planets. Where they appear, people smile and give gifts to one another, decorate trees with red and green baubles, and sing carols.]
Although the Yule Particles are dormant, many cultures adapted to them, even formed celebrations around them. Why, even my memory was absorbed by some cultures as a part of these traditions.
[The image shows people smiling and looking at an image of Professor Klauseron wearing a red and white hat with a white ball at the end.]
Each of you must synchronize with your dormant Yule Particles in order to harness the refined and concentrated Yule Energy, which is known as the Yule Tide. Once you have harnessed the Yule Tide, you will be able to master the weapons I will give you, which will allow you to defeat the humbugs and return home.
Lan Xichen. . . Belial. . . Endorsi Jahad . . . Mugen. . . the fate of all universes is in your hands. Close your eyes and think merry thoughts!
[The image on the screen shows computer renderings of all four of them, smiling and holding their hands, while over their hearts renderings of a pointed tree, a red and green bell, a toy drum, and a shining white star appear. Each of the computer renderings smile and begin emitting a red and green wavelength.]
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xichen also doesn't like that whatever this voice is knows their names and weaponry (if it knows endorsi, it must know all of them). he holds his sword in his other hand, trying not to aggravate the injury. ]
Come. [ again, xichen will urge everyone else forward first down the hall, and take up the rear, just in case. they can patch up injuries when they're somewhere safer. ]
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Best to keep as many pawns on the table as possible then. ]
Aren't we popular today?
[ The arrows are a little much, and there might be traps ahead, but it's better than fighting an ice army, so he doesn't wait to start running down the hall, boots against the water as he grabs Mugen on the way, pulling him up under his arm in case his injuries and lack shoes is slowing him down.
It is super annoying to actually have to listen to the disembodied voice though. ]
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Ah, my beautiful hand...
[As much as she would like to stay here and kill a few more of these things in retribution for the burn, she doesn't want to miss out on the promise of answers. Still, she doesn't want to head back without a weapon, so while she isn't excited to repeat the experience - she takes off her cloak and uses it as an extra layer to try and pick up her needle again. It leaves her colder, but it's better than being unarmed, she figures.]
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he drops it at first in the water out of shock, shaking his hand out, and then drops down to pick it up again. it still hurts to carry, so he likely burns his hand again, but he's not leaving it behind. with an annoyed sound he shoves it into the sheathe on his back - and is promptly scooped up by belial. ]
Hey! What is with you and picking me up, is this some kinda kink of yours -- [ be prepared for him to be a squirmy baby the whole time they run down this hall. he wants to fight the ice army! the hell!!
but he does let himself be carried off down the hall. he's very cold and hungry. and his feet are soaked. ]
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The plinking begins to grow closer as they head down the hallway, but the arrows continue to flash, pointing them through a circular door. In the room, on the other side of the door, they can make out a large screen with some sort of image on it.]
Good, good. I'm sure the four of you have been wondering how to get back to where you're from.
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xichen takes a look around the room to see if there's anything there besides the screen - signs of food, a bed, something that indicates a person would be here, rather than just a disembodied voice. ] Yes, but also who are you?
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Belial doesn't waste any time before slamming the door shut behind them with his foot (hopefully they all made it inside!), still keeping Mugen under his arm for safe keeping.
His attention is split between the screen and the voice, and keeping an ear out for whatever is gathering beyond the door. If they need to escape, it's the only way out though it won't do much good to walk into a swarm of ice. ]
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I'm wondering much more than that, you know! I'll decide afterwards if your explanation is adequate.
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he looks up at the screen - and also around them, because he likes to know where his exits are. ]
I thought we were dead. [ he says dryly. ]
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In the center, the voice speaking to them appears as a hologram right in front of the screen - a computer rendering of what looks like the face of an old man with a beard.]
No, no. You aren't dead. Well, let's hope not, eh, Mugen? Welcome, friends. My name is Professor Klauseron. I've been waiting to meet all of you since your arrival.
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Please explain yourself, for why we're here and how you know of us.
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Anyway, Belial is also a ye olde but GBF has Gundams and spaceships so let's just say he's eyeing the computers with a vague sense of familiarity. ]
I can't help but notice you're only torso up. [ On account of just being a head. ] You must be quite enjoying watching us.
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You couldn't even meet us in person, hm? Well, get to it, then, you.
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What the hell. [ squirm, squirm. let go of hiiim, belial, ] So this ain't the afterlife.
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[The hologram doesn't change, but the screens on the other walls do. Images on those screens show various shots of the lodge, as though taken with hidden cameras.]
I've been keeping an eye on you since you've arrived. But I haven't been able to come meet you. I am nothing more than a computer, and I cannot leave this room. I can do nothing more than watch.
[The image on the screens on either side of Professor Klauseron flicker again now. The images now show computer renderings of several planets, represented in pink. Mini renderings of shapes meant to indicate humans appear on the planets. You can watch as they each, in turn, blink away and appear outside the rendering of a a house shaped like the lodge.]
Allow me to explain the circumstances of your arrivals here. Perhaps once you understand, I will be able to give you the tools you'll need to return.
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but since the professor is being incredibly long winded, he will take the chance to put his sword back in it's sheath and hope it warms up. ] Please explain the circumstances then.
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Might as well focus on the current mystery then. ]
And all of that outside? Was it a test? [ He nods beach toward the door before winking. ] Did you enjoy the show?
[ He also gently smacks Mugen to stop his squirming. ]
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Yes, please explain. Will we be able to leave as soon as you do?
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[ he says, staring at the images on the wall. there is so much going on for his ancient brain.
and he doesn't stop squirming!! fuq u belial!! ]
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[The images flash again - now you can see what looks like a computer rendering of two sides of a smooth flat cliff, and then in the valley between them, a rendering of the lodge.]
This place you have come to is a pocket dimension, wedged between a convergence of dozens of universes. The things you are seeing and experiencing here are merely filtered through your perception.
Sentient beings are not intended to exist in spaces like this for long. It will be necessary soon to return you to your homes. Unfortunately, I cannot help you do that yet.
[The images on the screen changes again. It shows pictures that are recognizable to all four of them as being from their homes. First, the images appear normal, but shortly after, the image changes - everything is covered in ice.]
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especially with that flash of home. xichen feels panic rise up in his throat at seeing his home ruined yet again. ]
Then to get us home, what would need to happen first?
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And I assume if we don't leave soon we'll - [ he sighs dramatically ] - die.
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If you can't help us, then tell us what we'll have to do ourselves.
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belial drops him, and mugen just hits the floor and lays there for a second, staring at the hologram upside down on the ground. a lot of that goes over his head, but he - really doesn't like the images of nagasaki just covered in ice. after a moment, he pulls himself up and brushes himself off. ]
Get to the point, you old bag. [ he says, vaguely annoyed. ] Sick of being jerked around, here.
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[The hologram of the old man closes his eyes for a moment, pensive, and then reopens them again. On the computer display is a computer rendering of what looks to be a solar system - two planets with a wide orbit around the sun. Both planets are ringed by ice, and appear to be covered in ice themselves. One is dark blue with white frost, and the other is covered with great green oceans and red storms.]
This story begins on my home system, where I was born many millions of years ago. Two planets, orbiting the N0-L system. For ease of our story, I'll call them N0-L-001 and N0-L-002. I was born on the first N0-L planet. A beautiful and prosperous place, where we shared merry tidings each and every day. But our enemies of N0-L 2, an icey planet, hated our joy and sought to declare war on us. The ice beings - they had their own name, but in our language, we called them "humbugs" - were ruthless. Quickly, they overwhelmed us, and turned our planet into a habitat only they could survive in.
[The red and green planet in the simulation becomes covered with ice. The hologram bows his head.]
Before our destruction, we had only just begun to harness a weapon capable of defeating them. You see, the humbugs have one weakness. The beings of our planet emitted a peculiar wavelength that countered the humbugs abilities. This wavelength is known as Yule Energy. However, without refining, the Yule Energy was only capable of staving off the humbugs in short bursts. I had finally begun to devise weapons capable of destroying them before my beloved N0-L 1 succumbed to the ice. Before my death, I uploaded my brain to this computer, and used it to emit the remaining Yule Energy of my fellow N0-Lians throughout the multiverse. Dimensional rifts allowed the Yule Particles, which are sentient beings that emit Yule Energy, into different worlds, where they lay dormant.
[The image changes again, showing particles that look like red and green stars appearing on various planets. Where they appear, people smile and give gifts to one another, decorate trees with red and green baubles, and sing carols.]
Although the Yule Particles are dormant, many cultures adapted to them, even formed celebrations around them. Why, even my memory was absorbed by some cultures as a part of these traditions.
[The image shows people smiling and looking at an image of Professor Klauseron wearing a red and white hat with a white ball at the end.]
Each of you must synchronize with your dormant Yule Particles in order to harness the refined and concentrated Yule Energy, which is known as the Yule Tide. Once you have harnessed the Yule Tide, you will be able to master the weapons I will give you, which will allow you to defeat the humbugs and return home.
Lan Xichen. . . Belial. . . Endorsi Jahad . . . Mugen. . . the fate of all universes is in your hands. Close your eyes and think merry thoughts!
[The image on the screen shows computer renderings of all four of them, smiling and holding their hands, while over their hearts renderings of a pointed tree, a red and green bell, a toy drum, and a shining white star appear. Each of the computer renderings smile and begin emitting a red and green wavelength.]
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