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VoidTrecker Express Mods ([personal profile] voidtreckermods) wrote in [community profile] middleofsomewhere2021-05-15 04:59 pm

What their Eyes See: Optional Ongoing

By day eight the Voidtreckers have made a good deal of progress in all their tasks but there is still a lot to do to help the people of the city.

It is around mid morning when there is a message on their comms. For those that want to help it is easy to either find Anan herself or ask for netpoints and scanners to be brought to them by Chiff.

Illusions have gotten worse, uncertainty and fear are rising across all tiers and the situation is becoming more chaotic by the day. Indeed especially on the first and second tiers it seems that the voidtreckers themselves are being targeted, with creatures stalking them and attacks on their minds to make them believe that what they are seeing is real.

Same inside the Spectura system, the vines seem to almost be on the offensive against the voidtreckers though things are getting better outside the game system as more of the vicitms are freed and wake up.

Almost opposite to the situation on the lowest tier, which is getting more chaotic by the day. Anger is bubbling over, people are frightened and in a place like this the only real way to express that fear is through anger.

There has been a lot of progress but there is still a lot of work to do, especially as many of the voidtreckers have started to realise, this all seems a little too familiar.
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[personal profile] rieper 2021-05-30 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Meanwhile, 47 eyed the further reaches of the scene with interest if not quite concern. Alert, ready, he was gauging. He turned his attention to Demyx and frowned at the young man. This was leading to nothing.

"Then I'll tell you: it's an illusion. You're seeing what something else wants you to see based around your own subconscious thoughts. In other words, someone or something is manipulating you. Using your own doubt against you."

There was a pointed pause. 47 eyed the youth dispassionately.

"Does that suit you?"
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[personal profile] melodiouspacifist 2021-05-30 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Demyx wasn't sure what to make of the news that it was an illusion. The water his fingers were in didn't quite feel right and when he withdrew them and waved them a bit to manipulate it, it didn't work.

"I'm tired." Demyx said instead, because as alarming as that might sound to someone, someone who was constantly in that position it wasn't the least bit shocking.
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[personal profile] rieper 2021-05-30 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Then stay here."

47 said with no inflection. Another person might have sounded annoyed or derisive at the comment. But 47 didn't care and wasted no effort in pretending.

But the idea of staying in this false vision and not moving to find a solution, to finding the culprit behind all this and either put an end to it or find some answers--that didn't suit 47.

"I have other things to do. You can follow me if you want out, or you can stay here and see what happens."
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[personal profile] melodiouspacifist 2021-05-30 08:32 pm (UTC)(link)
There was something about this place, the static whispers on the wind that he found enticing. He couldn't even place it or really describe how he felt except that he needed to be there. He didn't expect 47 to care, why would he?

"I want to figure this out." Demyx responded after a moment.

"I'll find you later." He said, easily submitting to the illusion he was so desperately trying to place.