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Welcome to Theia!
Who: Your mysterious caretakers and you
When: September 1st
Where: The Town Square
What: The welcome wagon has arrived!
Warnings: Minor gore, death
It's a white envelope that finds its way under every door, through every nook and cranny a day or two after your arrival. With the peculiar, bloodstained fingerprints lovingly applied as though they were a signature scrawled into its thin paper body, it doggedly persists--it will find you--until you open it and read the letter written ever so meticulously in fine script. It's a cordial invitation to a party hosted in your honor in the town square today. You should hurry, hurry, hurry! You wouldn't want to be late and keep your generous hosts waiting... or so says that oddly compelling feeling pressing into the back of your head. You make your way to the square, the urgent tugging feeling growing stronger the closer you get, and when you turn the corner to get a glimpse of the festivities, you find it's... not quite what you had been expecting.
The square is small, and looks rather out of general use. The fountain in the center is dusty and crumbling, and if there was ever any water in it it's long gone now. Most of the cobbled stones are broken and loose in the road. There are two long tables stocked with refreshments along either side of the walkway to the fountain, and what appears to be a small stage of some sort right in front of it, holding a large, ornate chair and a third table. The most unsettling thing, however, is the rest of the décor.
The theme is death, or so it would appear. Beside the food table to your left sits a bespectacled man wearing a scarf, but was the scarf always red, or is it only stained so because his head is hanging onto his neck by a thread? Against his lap rests a beautifully crafted cello, which appears to be missing its G-string... Oh. There it is--it's still stuck in the gashed man's neck. The poor bastard has been garrotted with the strings of his cello! Talk about hoisted by your own petard. Where his head lolls against the table, you may notice that behind those glasses, his eyes are missing.
Near the fountain is a large, wrought-iron statue of an archer, where... well, he's made his first kill, apparently. The body of a young girl with long dark hair is speared neatly through the chest by the archer's arrow, her little feet a good half a yard off the ground, now sticky with her blood. If you step closer to peer into the fountain, you'll find another body, this one a man with short dark hair, his face twisted into a mask of desperation and his gloved hands around his own throat as though he were gasping for air. Oddly, his lower jaw appears to be missing. Did he drown? There is no water in the fountain...
In the ornate chair on the platform is the body of another man, this one with his head completely removed from his shoulders. Oh... there it is, in his lap, his hands carefully arranged in his wild black hair. Wait, it seems there are too many hands, though! A second body dangles from a large tree that looms over the square, the rope frayed and dirty where it is wrapped around another man's neck, a strangely peaceful smile on his face, blue though it is. His hands rest atop the first man's, as though making certain the severed head remains still.
On the table in front of the chair rests a chest, its lid wide open and a glittering bounty inside.
If you peer inside, you will see a collection of eggs! Scaly, cool to the touch, and about the size of a football, they come in several colors. There is a note pinned to the inside of the trunk's lid--
Do you take an egg, as the note suggests? Dare you? (Dare you not?)
That pressing feeling in the back of your head has left you now, now that you are here to be welcomed to the city, now that you are here in the presence of your caretakers, but it is difficult to take comfort in the relief from the compulsion when surrounded by so much destruction. Who has done this to the faithful sentinels of the city? Who has killed the Watcher, the Interloper, the Guardian, the Nightingale, and the Keeper? Why have they been left here, at your welcoming home party?
Before you can turn to ask your neighbor, before you can wonder any further, a sound breaks the silence--a terrible, wet crunching noise like a sheet of ice breaking under your feet. You turn over your shoulder to see that it isn't anything so simple as ice. In the middle of the square is one final body, a body that wasn't there but a moment ago. She is small, thin, with dark hair and eerily pale eyes wide in terror. You know this girl, she met you on the elevator, expressed pleasure that you had been found (had you been lost?), and welcomed you home. Where did she come from? It's as though she simply... fell out of the sky! The Dreamer now dreams forever.
As you turn to survey the carnage all around you, a pleasant chiming sound seems to fill the air. It would seem that your mirror has a message for you! Upon inspection, you will find a new icon on the main viewscreen.
If you touch the icon, it will take you to a new application. Welcome to the Task Board! Here you will find a multitude of errands you can run for... whoever is running the city, now. Boy, what a way to announce things are under new management!
Welcome back to Theia, wayward children. Please enjoy the refreshments--watch out for the Nightingale's eyes, they may have fallen into the punch--get reacquainted with your friends and neighbors, and do take good care of those eggs. Or else...
When: September 1st
Where: The Town Square
What: The welcome wagon has arrived!
Warnings: Minor gore, death
It's a white envelope that finds its way under every door, through every nook and cranny a day or two after your arrival. With the peculiar, bloodstained fingerprints lovingly applied as though they were a signature scrawled into its thin paper body, it doggedly persists--it will find you--until you open it and read the letter written ever so meticulously in fine script. It's a cordial invitation to a party hosted in your honor in the town square today. You should hurry, hurry, hurry! You wouldn't want to be late and keep your generous hosts waiting... or so says that oddly compelling feeling pressing into the back of your head. You make your way to the square, the urgent tugging feeling growing stronger the closer you get, and when you turn the corner to get a glimpse of the festivities, you find it's... not quite what you had been expecting.
The square is small, and looks rather out of general use. The fountain in the center is dusty and crumbling, and if there was ever any water in it it's long gone now. Most of the cobbled stones are broken and loose in the road. There are two long tables stocked with refreshments along either side of the walkway to the fountain, and what appears to be a small stage of some sort right in front of it, holding a large, ornate chair and a third table. The most unsettling thing, however, is the rest of the décor.
The theme is death, or so it would appear. Beside the food table to your left sits a bespectacled man wearing a scarf, but was the scarf always red, or is it only stained so because his head is hanging onto his neck by a thread? Against his lap rests a beautifully crafted cello, which appears to be missing its G-string... Oh. There it is--it's still stuck in the gashed man's neck. The poor bastard has been garrotted with the strings of his cello! Talk about hoisted by your own petard. Where his head lolls against the table, you may notice that behind those glasses, his eyes are missing.
Near the fountain is a large, wrought-iron statue of an archer, where... well, he's made his first kill, apparently. The body of a young girl with long dark hair is speared neatly through the chest by the archer's arrow, her little feet a good half a yard off the ground, now sticky with her blood. If you step closer to peer into the fountain, you'll find another body, this one a man with short dark hair, his face twisted into a mask of desperation and his gloved hands around his own throat as though he were gasping for air. Oddly, his lower jaw appears to be missing. Did he drown? There is no water in the fountain...
In the ornate chair on the platform is the body of another man, this one with his head completely removed from his shoulders. Oh... there it is, in his lap, his hands carefully arranged in his wild black hair. Wait, it seems there are too many hands, though! A second body dangles from a large tree that looms over the square, the rope frayed and dirty where it is wrapped around another man's neck, a strangely peaceful smile on his face, blue though it is. His hands rest atop the first man's, as though making certain the severed head remains still.
On the table in front of the chair rests a chest, its lid wide open and a glittering bounty inside.
If you peer inside, you will see a collection of eggs! Scaly, cool to the touch, and about the size of a football, they come in several colors. There is a note pinned to the inside of the trunk's lid--
Do you take an egg, as the note suggests? Dare you? (Dare you not?)
That pressing feeling in the back of your head has left you now, now that you are here to be welcomed to the city, now that you are here in the presence of your caretakers, but it is difficult to take comfort in the relief from the compulsion when surrounded by so much destruction. Who has done this to the faithful sentinels of the city? Who has killed the Watcher, the Interloper, the Guardian, the Nightingale, and the Keeper? Why have they been left here, at your welcoming home party?
Before you can turn to ask your neighbor, before you can wonder any further, a sound breaks the silence--a terrible, wet crunching noise like a sheet of ice breaking under your feet. You turn over your shoulder to see that it isn't anything so simple as ice. In the middle of the square is one final body, a body that wasn't there but a moment ago. She is small, thin, with dark hair and eerily pale eyes wide in terror. You know this girl, she met you on the elevator, expressed pleasure that you had been found (had you been lost?), and welcomed you home. Where did she come from? It's as though she simply... fell out of the sky! The Dreamer now dreams forever.
As you turn to survey the carnage all around you, a pleasant chiming sound seems to fill the air. It would seem that your mirror has a message for you! Upon inspection, you will find a new icon on the main viewscreen.
If you touch the icon, it will take you to a new application. Welcome to the Task Board! Here you will find a multitude of errands you can run for... whoever is running the city, now. Boy, what a way to announce things are under new management!
Welcome back to Theia, wayward children. Please enjoy the refreshments--watch out for the Nightingale's eyes, they may have fallen into the punch--get reacquainted with your friends and neighbors, and do take good care of those eggs. Or else...
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"You'd think you'd be used to this, being part of the mafia." Or maybe Decimo spares Lambo the trouble of any assassination missions. Stupid, to try and shelter someone in such a line of work.
"You wouldn't last five minutes with Bel-senpai. This is nothing compared to what he does." Fran really sucks at this whole get someone to stop crying thing.
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Varia. ]
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Fran-san.
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He hesitates for a moment, a sliver of discomfort coming across his impassive mask as he debates his options. The blue bunny menace still biting at his ankles is a no go, but... maybe...
He shifts the dozing black bunny in his arms for a moment, careful not to disturb it too much, before stepping close and plopping the bunny on Lambo's shoulder. Bunnies make people stop crying, right?]
Here. Hold Hibunny.
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...?
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Hibunny's a lot like Hibari-san, and this one's like Master. The gods gave them to me a while back. They go wherever I go. So long as you don't make him mad, Hibunny's okay to hold and pet. Unlike Master. He's just a jerk.
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He hiccups as he wipes at his eyes one last time before sliding the bunny down into his hands, keeping it closse. ]
Have you seen the other guardians?
[ Because right now, Lambo would very much like to find them and hide out in their place. They wouldn't even have to feed him so long as he didn't have to stay here alone. ]
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[He holds the blue bunny closer to his chest, thinking and not really caring about showing too much emotion. He's entitled after all the shit he's been through. Besides, it's not like Lambo's a threat.]
They tell us we belong here, that our reality as we know it is wrong and this is right. I guess that could work, if I didn't know better. I've been to other worlds, a lot of them, and all of them different. Reality is what we perceive it to be, that's true, but they're wrong. I don't know what moves us between worlds, but it's not all that different from your bazooka, right? Only, I think it moves horizontal, across the multiple worlds, instead of vertical back and forth through a single timeline. This is the fourth world I've been to since leaving our reality. I haven't seen anyone from our world since the first one. Almost everyone was there. Even Byakuran. He's not really a bad guy, once you get to know him.
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Don't let the tears fool you! He's a threat!]......
[ Lambo blinks. ]
Gods? [ Was that some kind of codeword? ] Is that what's over the wall?
[ And then, he keeps on talking and he's trying to follow along except it makes no sense.Other worlds? Different realities? His head's spinning. It's not until he mentions the 10 Year Bazooka that he finally roots himself in something familiar. ]
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Byakuran?!
[ He quickly looks around, as if the boogey man from his world would suddenly pop up out of the bushes. ]
He's not here is he?!
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Byakuran's not here. And nothing's over the wall. Maybe there's something there, but I don't know what it is. We'll just have to wait and see. For now, we're all of Vongola that's here. For better or worse. But others may come. Or they might not. I wouldn't hold your breath on it.
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But... what about Tsuna-nii?
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We just have to wait then? For them to get us.
[ He sounds confident. The bit of panic completely gone from his features. Because if he knew one thing, it was that Tsuna always came for him. ]
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When his worst fears were shown, when he was certain everyone would leave him behind, the useless replacement no one needed, they were all there to tell him otherwise. Master, Hibari-san, and even the selfish prince, in his own way, all tore down those fears in their own way.
And so, Lambo can be gifted with a very rare sight indeed as Fran doesn't bother hiding his own small smile as he remembers what happened that night that seems so long ago. Not even the blue bunny biting his arm as he hugs it close can deter his mood.]
Yeah. I guess so.
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Scusi.
[ He looks over at the young Varia member. ]
Where did you get these bunnies?
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[Which is to say he doubts Lambo would understand the full explanation involving bored Gods and sexual exploits. It's an entertaining story to be sure, but one he doubts would be appreciated to share under any circumstance.]
They kinda just appeared one day. A lot of people had them, but they were all different. When I left, they came with me. I don't like leaving them behind when I go out. They don't do well when left alone with each other. They don't get along.
[Fran has more than a few tiny scars from breaking up bunny fights, but he wouldn't change them for the world. Because when he's all alone and his thoughts turn dark, the bunnies are the closest things to important people he has to pull him out of it.]
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[ He lifts up the bunny to better stare at it before looking over at Fran. ]
It looks so real. [ He bounces it. ] You really are strong like Chrome.
[ Because why wouldn't he think it wasn't illusions he was talking about? He was Mukuro's pupil just like Chrome, his only point of reference. Besides, he likes Chrome. She always gave him candies as a kid and even played with him. ]
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Master likes to take the credit for a lot of things, including my work. I might even be stronger than Chrome. I was the one who fooled Vindicare into releasing Master instead of Byakuran's minion. Only the top three illusionists in the world can manage that. I'm the best.
[Modesty really isn't his strong suit. Despite everything, he is Varia. And with that title comes bragging rights.]
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Oh....
[ He's just... not going to go there. He's scared of Byakuran and the rest of the Millefiore. Black Spell had attacked them right before he got here and right now, he hopes I-Pin, and Haru and Kyoko are all okay. ]
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It's okay. Tsuna kills Byakuran. That's why I broke Master out, to take him to the final battle so he could help. Kinda stupid on his part, but all of Vongola was there, even Varia showed up to help. Byakuran didn't stand a chance.
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Fran-san.
[ He's not crying but his tone is low, still. It's clear he's trying to tolerate and be a man, but he's still a teen and he just... ]
Can we go back now?
[ Away from all the corpses? ]
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Yeah.
[He's not sure why he accepts the we part of it, but unlike most of Varia Fran does, in fact, have a heart, even if it's rarely shown. And something about Lambo reminds him of the child he never allowed himself to be. Only a lot less sadistically fucked up and without the trauma that lead to social sociopathy.]
I have video games set up at my house, if you wanna play. I live over in 1006.
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