Let it Snow: Red Start

[voidtreckermods]

The doors slam shut, the train moves. Through the snow this time but the shuddering is almost worse that entering the void. "Red team to doors." The visibility out of the window is low but they are moving further up the mountain.

The doors open, allowing red team to jump. The snow here is thick, there is little protection from the howling winds and biting cold.

Their SCA shows a route, following it will, presumably lead them to the gang that caused these problems. Here on the low slopes of the mountain there are some homesteads. Much fewer than in the town itself but cottages and small farm houses. All seem abandoned.

For now there is not much to do but to walk, forge a path through the snow. Fight the snow and ice monsters that attack and do their best to survive as they follow the map towards their goal.

Comments

[runs_on_batteries]

"What? I can be evil!" Tony retorted, in the most exaggerated whiny/ offended tone he could muster. Really anything to get them away from that bitter laugh that sent a shiver down his spine. Feanor, you can be scary.

His eyebrows rose at hearing Darth Vader could be redeemed. He wouldn't have expected that. "Feanor, my friend, you're going soft on me. Are we starting a program to rehabilitate misguided and falsely assumed 'evil' people on this train?"

[tinkerheart]

There comes a reply but it's not what Tony could have expected. Fëanor is looking at him but he's not seeing; his gaze distant, fixed on some point in the distant land and more distant past. His eyes are dark, lacking the usual fire that burns behind them, dark with the primordial darkness of the time before the Sun. The darkness before time, darkness before the first stars ignited their fiery furnaces.

"Speak not of evil in such fashion," he finally says "Haven't I told you that I have fought evil? So grand an evil that the foe you had waged war against would seem but a pawn to? As a meager slave he would be! Useful but ultimately insignificant. For the Enemy has numerous servants of far greater power. And think not that I diminish the threat you were facing. I may know nothing about that foe of yours but I can read the signs. I see the marks that toil has left on your soul, and the soul of your son, and his aunt... The scars that none in Creation should be forced to endure."

Fëanor shudders and takes a deep breath; as someone coming up for air after a long dive. The past never truly leaves them.

"None are beyond redemption but the Enemy and his thralls." He says quietly. "For they have discarded the very concept of it. Do not wish to be counted among their numbers for you know not what you are speaking of."

He has to believe it, for him and his sons to have a chance at all.

[runs_on_batteries]

He wanted to roll his eyes, but there was something about this whole conversation he was finding incredibly disturbing. Granted, that was because Feanor was taking it way too seriously. However, the elf had made his point and he doubted he'd ever bring up that 'e' word ever again around him.

He was quiet after that, wishing they had a fire or something to stare at besides all this snow and dark. He tried to think of a segue to something else they could talk about, but he was tired and now feeling haunted by Feanor's words.

"I'm going to go check the parameter again. Stay here and keep an eye on everyone else." He got up and his armor encased him again in a matter of seconds. Without looking back at his friend, he headed out with the hope that something was out there for him to pound on and just maybe get his mind too tired to think.

wrap, if a creepy one

[tinkerheart]

Fëanor just nods.

Maybe if he wasn't that tired. Maybe if all this snow and ice weren't getting on his nerves. Maybe if they had a fire or at least means to make one. Maybe...maybe then the echo of the horrors would not be so close to the surface to scare others away from him.

He has to shake this darkness, it's not helping. And yet he can't. The past never... His past is a curse that stains everything.

"I will," he says but Tony has already left. Fëanor shudders, though it's not from the cold. He looks around. This. He has to concentrate on the present.