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= Heap of bits and stuff = | |||
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== | == Dinner planning == | ||
=== Roster === | |||
* Corn | |||
* Arsten | |||
* Coraline | |||
* Vardaman | |||
* Myrr | |||
* Kyrule | |||
* Rahah | |||
* Sherandris | |||
* Kerris | |||
* Sphinx | |||
=== Begin === | |||
<screenplay> | <screenplay> | ||
INT. GROUP ROOM AT SOME RESTAURANT | INT. GROUP ROOM AT SOME RESTAURANT | ||
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CORN | CORN | ||
Wait, so is it a dragon? | Wait, so is it a dragon? | ||
</screenplay> | |||
=== More stuff === | |||
<screenplay> | |||
KERRIS | |||
So basically you're all insane. | |||
KYRULE | |||
Apparently. | |||
CORN | |||
Sphinx. | |||
SPHINX | |||
Sphinx. | |||
CORN | |||
Sphinx? | |||
SPHINX | |||
Sphinx. | |||
VARDAMAN | |||
We're not seriously taking that thing, are we? | |||
RAHAH | |||
Yes. | |||
VARDAMAN | |||
Why? | |||
RAHAH | |||
To record the story. | |||
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RAHAH | RAHAH | ||
Hey! | Hey! | ||
</screenplay> | |||
=== More planning === | |||
<screenplay> | |||
ARSTEN | ARSTEN | ||
(picking at his teeth) | (picking at his teeth) | ||
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CORALINE | CORALINE | ||
Shut up. | Shut up. | ||
</screenplay> | |||
== Deadlands == | == Deadlands == | ||
<screenplay> | |||
CORALINE | CORALINE | ||
It looks almost normal. | It looks almost normal. | ||
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Something about who will stay with the badgers... | Something about who will stay with the badgers... | ||
</screenplay> | |||
== Town in a bubble == | |||
<screenplay> | |||
VARDAMAN | VARDAMAN | ||
We left the other two and the badgers in the boat. | We left the other two and the badgers in the boat. | ||
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(he starts laughing) | (he starts laughing) | ||
Out here, that sounds about right. | Out here, that sounds about right. | ||
</screenplay> | |||
== More deadlands == | |||
<screenplay> | |||
RAHAH | RAHAH | ||
We've got to keep going. | We've got to keep going. | ||
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CORALINE | CORALINE | ||
Sure. | Sure. | ||
</screenplay> | |||
== Dragon scouting == | |||
<screenplay> | |||
Kerris and Rahah return from somewhere scouting. | Kerris and Rahah return from somewhere scouting. | ||
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VARDAMAN | VARDAMAN | ||
This again? Really? | This again? Really? | ||
</screenplay> | |||
== Ego play == | |||
<screenplay> | |||
RAHAH | RAHAH | ||
People dream. Worlds dream. Some dreams I give, and some dreams I take, but in dreams I am always there, with you at every pass, every twist, every terror. I am Dreamer and the Dream; in your nightmares you give me strength, in your daydreams you sing my praises. | People dream. Worlds dream. Some dreams I give, and some dreams I take, but in dreams I am always there, with you at every pass, every twist, every terror. I am Dreamer and the Dream; in your nightmares you give me strength, in your daydreams you sing my praises. | ||
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VARDAMAN | VARDAMAN | ||
You're right. That is pretty horrible. | You're right. That is pretty horrible. | ||
</screenplay> | |||
== Randoms == | |||
<screenplay> | |||
RAHAH | RAHAH | ||
I don't know about Kyrule. But Sherandris, he is mine. I know his heart like a piece of my own. | I don't know about Kyrule. But Sherandris, he is mine. I know his heart like a piece of my own. | ||
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== Engame == | |||
The gods gathered in the darkness, in the unnatural glow, in anticipation of the apocalypse. | The gods gathered in the darkness, in the unnatural glow, in anticipation of the apocalypse. | ||
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Darkness swirled in the depths of the abyss in which they stood. | Darkness swirled in the depths of the abyss in which they stood. | ||
== Real endgame == | |||
"Don't break the world," Coraline said. | |||
Bertram looked back, surprised. "What?" he said. | |||
Coraline smiled. "Don't break the world," she repeated. "It's what we always say to each other, in my family. I told Kyrule and he didn't understand, but of course not. None of us ever do. We just say it and say it and say it..." She trailed off. | |||
Finally Bertram said, "Do you understand now?" | |||
She thought it over. "I dunno." Suddenly she smiled at the Voice again, resonating mirth. "But that's what we're going to do. Kyrule and the other loons, they're'a keep the gods of men safely out of the way, and maybe even kill a dragon in the process. And we're going to wreck everything they represent where they're out." | |||
Bertram stared at her. "You can't be serious." But the realisation nagged. She always did this, wording things in the worst way possible. She was serious. "No," he said. "No!" | |||
"Yes," a silky voice said behind him. A sphinx. He realised the Hall was slowly filling with sphinxes, curling their way inside, weaving about the legs of the Dead. | |||
Coraline smiled at them and whispered something sinister. Then she turned back to Bertram. "That's the thing about gods, at least the ones worth knowing at all. Way smarter than they look." She smiled, and indicated the sphinxes. "Trust in me, Bertram. Trust in them." | |||
A sphinx jumped onto her shoulders and she scratched it behind its ears. Another hopped onto Bertram's feet and helpfully said, "Yes." | |||
"The sphinxes?" he asked. They were generally just considered an annoyance, even when the had filled the city with their hungry voices. The idea of them being important... and what were they doing back? Eapherod had removed them years ago. | |||
"Think!" Coraline pressed. "All these aeons, gathering up the stories of the universes, bringing them all together. And yet their hunger is never sated, because all those stories are little. They're nothing by themselves, nothing to the story of stories, the story that all those stories make up. That is the story they have been waiting for, the story their entire existence has predicated." | |||
She grinned slowly, pinning him with her strange green eyes. "We are going to break the world, Bertram. We will destroy it all, and allow it to fade to oblivion." | |||
"But the dragon..." Bertram began. | |||
Coraline interrupted him, shaking her head. "The dragon is a farce. A face to the consciousness, yes, but ultimately its presence will serve as little more than a distraction. What they would fight is oblivion, and you cannot fight oblivion. It just is. So you allow it to happen." She waved her hand about. "And then you say, 'Okay, you had your fun. I'm putting everything back now.' and it grudgingly sidles off into the next world. Or something." | |||
"That makes no sense," Bertram said. | |||
Coraline shrugged. "Yeah, well, that's how it is." | |||
A sphinx said, "Story," and curled around Coraline's legs. | |||
Bertram stared at her. They were surrounded now, with sphinxes filling every corner of the Hall, even starting to pile atop each other and hang from the architecture of the ceiling, but she seemed completely calm, like this was normal, expected. | |||
She reached down to pet the sphinx, but her hand encountered another one entirely. "Soon, dear one. Soon," she whispered regardless, then turned her attention back to Bertram. "I need you to back me, or this won't work. Think of it like a real dragon, I suppose. A hungry dragon, searching for food..." | |||
He tried to reason it. "You mean you want to get rid of all the food when it shows up so it'll move on? What's to stop it from coming back?" | |||
"The same thing that gives it presense currently," she said. "We just show it we mean business; that this is our existence to wreck, and we would rather do so than allow it." | |||
"Um..." Bertram started to say, then said instead, "What do you need me for?" | |||
The sphinxes were covering the entire floor now, and still flowing in through the front doors like a sort of horrible fluffly fluid. Some were flying around, others climbing each other, others still simply sitting wherever they landed. Amidst it all was a muttering and insistence, and an overwhelming sense of anticipation. | |||
"You're the Deathgod's Voice," Coraline said. "I'm his Hand. He still needs to act for it to mean anything. Right now we're the only things in this verse that are him, and if we can't act as one..." she trailed off, then said, "He'll finish it, as him. He's King. He must. But we still have to start it." | |||
Bertram stared at her for a bit, then sighed in exasperation, as much at the sphinxes as at what she was saying. "I don't understand any of that," he said, but held up a hand when Coraline started to respond, and them jerked it away when a sphinx nearly flew into it. "But I'll follow you because you're you. Ever since you showd up here waving a bottle of whiskey-" | |||
"Brandy," Coraline corrected. | |||
"Ever since you showed up waving a bottle of whiskey issuing demands," he continued, "you've always been onto something. So just tell me what to do." | |||
Coraline glowered at him. Details were important, at least to her, and there he'd just been rubbing it in. | |||
"Well?" Bertram said, interrupting her irritation. | |||
She snapped out of it and pushed a sphinx off her head. "Right, so we, as the, erm, appendages of the god of Death..." She interrupted herself by suddenly snorting with laughter. | |||
"That's not funny," Bertram said flatly. | |||
"It is funny!" Coraline insisted, then burst into outright giggling. "Appendages." | |||
"You know this is serious?" he said. A sphinx sat on his head, emphasising the seriousness, and he swatted it away. | |||
The giggles continued and broke out into full out laughter, despite her struggles, before she finally managed stifle it. "Yeah, sorry," she said. "It's just funny." | |||
Bertram turned away, shaking his head. "If you were not the Hand," he said slowly, but didn't finish the thought when another sphinx fell on him. | |||
"Well, that's why it's so funny," Coraline said, then looked around. They were in a shrinking bubble of open air, with sphinxes encroaching around them. "Anyway, sphinxes," she said hurriedly. "We're wrecking everything, then using the sphinxes to retell the story and put everything back. That's basically the plan." | |||
"Yes?" Bertram said. | |||
"We just stay here and... do stuff." Coraline said. "I'll start, you just join in whenever." | |||
"That's specific." He tried to move, but his legs were buried in sphinxes. | |||
Coraline gave them a worried look, then said, "Yeah, well, as plans go it's not a particularly interesting one. It's Kyrule and the others proper who will be seeing the real action. I... hope." | |||
"Should we move?" Bertram suggested. | |||
"Yeah..." | |||
With a quick shift they transitioned into another layer of the city, another Hall still full of sphinxes, but still with room to move. | |||
== Departure == | |||
"So I suppose I've got two options," Sherandris said. "I could go with them, or stay with you." | |||
Coraline gave him a worried look, and then said, pointing emphatically toward the others, "I'd go with them." | |||
He smirked and sidled over to the other gods. |
Latest revision as of 21:11, 16 October 2015
Heap of bits and stuff
Dinner planning
Roster
- Corn
- Arsten
- Coraline
- Vardaman
- Myrr
- Kyrule
- Rahah
- Sherandris
- Kerris
- Sphinx
Begin
More stuff
More planning
Deadlands
Town in a bubble
More deadlands
Dragon scouting
Ego play
Randoms
Engame
The gods gathered in the darkness, in the unnatural glow, in anticipation of the apocalypse.
Alyr there, the lady of temptation, goddess of cats, with spear at the ready...
Kyrule there, lord of death, keeper of souls, waiting, always waiting...
Nausica there, lord of the depths...
Eapherod saw them, and others, and smiled. Almost there. The plan, Coraline's plan, would soon come to pass.
Darkness swirled in the depths of the abyss in which they stood.
Real endgame
"Don't break the world," Coraline said.
Bertram looked back, surprised. "What?" he said.
Coraline smiled. "Don't break the world," she repeated. "It's what we always say to each other, in my family. I told Kyrule and he didn't understand, but of course not. None of us ever do. We just say it and say it and say it..." She trailed off.
Finally Bertram said, "Do you understand now?"
She thought it over. "I dunno." Suddenly she smiled at the Voice again, resonating mirth. "But that's what we're going to do. Kyrule and the other loons, they're'a keep the gods of men safely out of the way, and maybe even kill a dragon in the process. And we're going to wreck everything they represent where they're out."
Bertram stared at her. "You can't be serious." But the realisation nagged. She always did this, wording things in the worst way possible. She was serious. "No," he said. "No!"
"Yes," a silky voice said behind him. A sphinx. He realised the Hall was slowly filling with sphinxes, curling their way inside, weaving about the legs of the Dead.
Coraline smiled at them and whispered something sinister. Then she turned back to Bertram. "That's the thing about gods, at least the ones worth knowing at all. Way smarter than they look." She smiled, and indicated the sphinxes. "Trust in me, Bertram. Trust in them."
A sphinx jumped onto her shoulders and she scratched it behind its ears. Another hopped onto Bertram's feet and helpfully said, "Yes."
"The sphinxes?" he asked. They were generally just considered an annoyance, even when the had filled the city with their hungry voices. The idea of them being important... and what were they doing back? Eapherod had removed them years ago.
"Think!" Coraline pressed. "All these aeons, gathering up the stories of the universes, bringing them all together. And yet their hunger is never sated, because all those stories are little. They're nothing by themselves, nothing to the story of stories, the story that all those stories make up. That is the story they have been waiting for, the story their entire existence has predicated."
She grinned slowly, pinning him with her strange green eyes. "We are going to break the world, Bertram. We will destroy it all, and allow it to fade to oblivion."
"But the dragon..." Bertram began.
Coraline interrupted him, shaking her head. "The dragon is a farce. A face to the consciousness, yes, but ultimately its presence will serve as little more than a distraction. What they would fight is oblivion, and you cannot fight oblivion. It just is. So you allow it to happen." She waved her hand about. "And then you say, 'Okay, you had your fun. I'm putting everything back now.' and it grudgingly sidles off into the next world. Or something."
"That makes no sense," Bertram said.
Coraline shrugged. "Yeah, well, that's how it is."
A sphinx said, "Story," and curled around Coraline's legs.
Bertram stared at her. They were surrounded now, with sphinxes filling every corner of the Hall, even starting to pile atop each other and hang from the architecture of the ceiling, but she seemed completely calm, like this was normal, expected.
She reached down to pet the sphinx, but her hand encountered another one entirely. "Soon, dear one. Soon," she whispered regardless, then turned her attention back to Bertram. "I need you to back me, or this won't work. Think of it like a real dragon, I suppose. A hungry dragon, searching for food..."
He tried to reason it. "You mean you want to get rid of all the food when it shows up so it'll move on? What's to stop it from coming back?"
"The same thing that gives it presense currently," she said. "We just show it we mean business; that this is our existence to wreck, and we would rather do so than allow it."
"Um..." Bertram started to say, then said instead, "What do you need me for?"
The sphinxes were covering the entire floor now, and still flowing in through the front doors like a sort of horrible fluffly fluid. Some were flying around, others climbing each other, others still simply sitting wherever they landed. Amidst it all was a muttering and insistence, and an overwhelming sense of anticipation.
"You're the Deathgod's Voice," Coraline said. "I'm his Hand. He still needs to act for it to mean anything. Right now we're the only things in this verse that are him, and if we can't act as one..." she trailed off, then said, "He'll finish it, as him. He's King. He must. But we still have to start it."
Bertram stared at her for a bit, then sighed in exasperation, as much at the sphinxes as at what she was saying. "I don't understand any of that," he said, but held up a hand when Coraline started to respond, and them jerked it away when a sphinx nearly flew into it. "But I'll follow you because you're you. Ever since you showd up here waving a bottle of whiskey-"
"Brandy," Coraline corrected.
"Ever since you showed up waving a bottle of whiskey issuing demands," he continued, "you've always been onto something. So just tell me what to do."
Coraline glowered at him. Details were important, at least to her, and there he'd just been rubbing it in.
"Well?" Bertram said, interrupting her irritation.
She snapped out of it and pushed a sphinx off her head. "Right, so we, as the, erm, appendages of the god of Death..." She interrupted herself by suddenly snorting with laughter.
"That's not funny," Bertram said flatly.
"It is funny!" Coraline insisted, then burst into outright giggling. "Appendages."
"You know this is serious?" he said. A sphinx sat on his head, emphasising the seriousness, and he swatted it away.
The giggles continued and broke out into full out laughter, despite her struggles, before she finally managed stifle it. "Yeah, sorry," she said. "It's just funny."
Bertram turned away, shaking his head. "If you were not the Hand," he said slowly, but didn't finish the thought when another sphinx fell on him.
"Well, that's why it's so funny," Coraline said, then looked around. They were in a shrinking bubble of open air, with sphinxes encroaching around them. "Anyway, sphinxes," she said hurriedly. "We're wrecking everything, then using the sphinxes to retell the story and put everything back. That's basically the plan."
"Yes?" Bertram said.
"We just stay here and... do stuff." Coraline said. "I'll start, you just join in whenever."
"That's specific." He tried to move, but his legs were buried in sphinxes.
Coraline gave them a worried look, then said, "Yeah, well, as plans go it's not a particularly interesting one. It's Kyrule and the others proper who will be seeing the real action. I... hope."
"Should we move?" Bertram suggested.
"Yeah..."
With a quick shift they transitioned into another layer of the city, another Hall still full of sphinxes, but still with room to move.
Departure
"So I suppose I've got two options," Sherandris said. "I could go with them, or stay with you."
Coraline gave him a worried look, and then said, pointing emphatically toward the others, "I'd go with them."
He smirked and sidled over to the other gods.