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( MEMES ) TEST DRIVE >> 003.
Like it or not, you've been dragged from your world into the sanctum. It's a pretty nice city, all things considered--sci-fi, high-tech, glamourous.... Except, of course, for the giant dome encircling it, and the threat of glitching, contaminated zombies at your door. Looks like humanity's built itself a fortress that looks suspiciously like a cage, too.
The object of this meme is to get people familiar with the world of the Sanctum, and to try to see if their characters would fit in a sci-fi utopia such as this. Here are your options:
1. Intro: Waking Up. Make your intro post, folks. You wake up in a strange place, and get a strange transmission to go with it. What are you going to do?
2. Failed Upgrade. One of your upgrades is more wrong than right. How will you cope? What exactly is different? Who will help?
3. Mission outside the dome. You've come under fire. The strange things are coming towards you. Luckily, you have your suit, your teammates, and a lot of firepower. Or are you stranded on your own, looking for someone to come to the rescue? Perhaps you're the rescuer.
4.Infected Something bit you. Now you're turning into them, and all you can hear is a high-pitched squealing in your head, like a frequency you just can't quite hear. Do you tell your loved ones, or do you wait? Do you trust your doctor?
5. Military training Everyone's got to start somewhere. You're training the green folks, maybe you're one of the newcomers yourself. Maybe you haven't even touched a gun before in your life. Either way, you'd better start now.
6. Chance encounter makin' my way downtown walking fast, faces pass--you get the point. You bump into someone! Shopping, or strolling in a park? Maybe just lunch in a cafe?
7. Glory to the Network! Network post. Text with general queries, say what you have to say to the entirety of the whole city.
8. Wildcard: Whatever you want. Mix and match, switch and swatch, make something else up entirely!
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[That was the easiest way to think of this. Tis Loki, but not as he knew him. A different man. A better one- and oh how that thought did sting.]
He held me fast by the leg as you slipped and would not let me loose to follow.
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I was never what he wanted me to be. Even when I decided that I would in truth be your shadow, I did not do it in the way he wished. [He smiles.]
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He wanted a pair of princes. I know not what he found.
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[Odin had wanted a loyal puppet to eventually take the throne of Jotunheim. What he'd ended up with was a man who had seen his own strings and deliberately cut them.]
So am I dead, then, in your realm? Or far worse, your expression seems to say.
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[He murmurs, head low. There is much to tell- and he finds he does not mind telling it.]
You fell into darkness and we thought you dead. We mourned. Then naught a year later you appear on Midgard in possession of a staff connected to the power of the Tesseract to wage war. You bring an army- we fight.
[Twas a brief battle but a wounding one. He shudders to remember the rage, the instability present in his brother's eyes when he'd looked upon them last.]
I pled with you to end it. To return home. You put a knife between my ribs.
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The strange parallels of the worlds. [He sounds thoughtful at that.]
I had an experience of my own with the Tesseract, when I had a look at it, at Fury's behest. It did not go well, and ended with you and your green compatriot breaking most of my bones before the invader had been driven from my mind.
[His lips quirk in a smile that isn't the healthiest of expressions.] I did get you a good one between the fifth and sixth ribs before that, though.
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[The anger, the resentment- that he can work through. That he can accept in some way, can absolve himself of. But that madness. That sick desparation that hounded Loki so. For that to be something else- it leaves him with the barest glimmer of hope where he has had none for so long.]
The Tesseract- it twisted your mind in some way as you bent the wills of my comrades?
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[Another little shudder.]
A foolish mistake on my part, and it was paid in full with blood, both mind and that of our friends.
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[He's quiet for a long moment and oh. Perhaps in this world Loki would know the Son of Coul. Perhaps he would feel pain for the blood on his hands.]
Know you the Son of Coul?
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And this had not been necessary. It hadn't even been his choice to take that life. There had been no purpose to it, no greater plan, and that is itself another twist of the knife. Worse than a death is a useless death, a counterproductive death, a wasted death. He knows Phil would understand this sentiment, in his own mortal way.]
We were friends. [A tiny, crooked little smile pulls at his lips.] And I was his ringer for poker nights.
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[Regret is easy to feign- but mourning? Grief? Something so selfless as that is not in his brother's ability to manage. Not for so long. Not so sincerely.]
I still...it is as strange to me to hear of your world with your life as it is to hear of mine.
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But this, we can discuss at any time, I suppose. I would rather you apprise me of the situation in which I've found myself, since the need for that is far more immediate.
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[For all that it has come to pass he never thought much on what could have gone different- no. No, he has. But it has ever been what he might have done differently, what he might have said to save his brother from madness. Futile dreaming that now seems...all the more futile.]
As for where we are- the City is called the Sanctum and tis this people's last defence against an illness that makes monsters of men and ravages this world.
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[Unspoken: who do I need to kill to get them back?]
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[Of course there is much he can do without magics. They are a tool, ultimately. But it's also true that his magics are a part of him, and to be so deprived makes him feel hollow and cold, like his blood has been drained away. He survived on Midgard without his magics for months, but had hoped to never need to live that way again.]
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