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thisavrou_ooc2017-05-18 09:12 pm
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tdm 17
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Ingress travel can be disorienting, but there’s no need to worry! All side effects are temporary and lessen with each trip. Your body may experience several sensations at once: being pushed forward as if a hand is resting on your back, momentary and startling blindness, a gentle ringing in your head. You may have difficulty discerning whether it is hot or cold, but where you have been prodded is noticeably warmer than the rest of you. Some may suffer from dizziness while others are perfectly fine. You notice that the area you are in is filled with a soft cerulean light and feels slightly humid and dark despite the glow around you. Regardless of your current state, however, the stress of initial Ingress travel forces your body into unconsciousness.
Waking up is another story. Or maybe it isn’t.
You find yourself in a nondescript room; sometimes with others who have found themselves in the same situation, sometimes alone. A medical tech is always present to explain what’s happened before giving you some clothes, a TAB, and a guide that discusses things in further detail. This entire process also consists of a complete work-up of medical history and current health in order to obtain your signature—a specific frequency that will allow them to hone in on exactly where it is you’re from in order to get you back there.You spend your first week on the Ingress Complex while other accommodations and arrangements are made for you.
Waking up is another story. Or maybe it isn’t.
You find yourself in a nondescript room; sometimes with others who have found themselves in the same situation, sometimes alone. A medical tech is always present to explain what’s happened before giving you some clothes, a TAB, and a guide that discusses things in further detail. This entire process also consists of a complete work-up of medical history and current health in order to obtain your signature—a specific frequency that will allow them to hone in on exactly where it is you’re from in order to get you back there.You spend your first week on the Ingress Complex while other accommodations and arrangements are made for you.
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verrfit
⋆ Verrfit is classified as Exploration Class (EC) and is open to all travelers. Once they have set foot upon the planet, they'll find a sweet scent upon the air nearly overwhelming until their senses adjust. The planet appears to be unsettled, largely devoid of intelligent life, at least above the surface; much of Verrfit is covered in water, but the liquid is sticky, red and has a sugary smell (though anyone who tastes it will discover it has a terribly bitter aftertaste.) Small islets are covered with verdant plant life and gritty beaches; when the sun hits it just right, the sand seems to sparkle. Islets are connected by thin strips of land, but sand bars also make it easier to wade from one to another. Weather is fair, but those who look up into the sky will notice that the sun is distorted, as if a warped pane of glass high above is preventing clarity.
⋆ One particular islet is craggier than most others, full of rocks and much less plant life. Those who stumble upon a particularly foreboding cave will find that it is easy to explore, requiring only a little hunching from the tallest, and leads to a passage that leads down into the earth. Perhaps it's the breeze coming through that sounds like whispers and voices from afar? Or maybe it's a property of the stone around them that reaches into their very minds, calling forth images and eventually, if they linger, mild hallucinations of whatever it is they fear. Whatever it is, it's certainly spooky.
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it may seem, however, that he's somehow changed his mind -- it could happen, considering that he's learned . but none of it makes sense -- there are too many glaring holes in what he's saying that he's tempted to believe they're lies if not for the fact that he's flinging a necklace at his feet. aside from the fact that obscurials haven't been seen in nearly four centuries, the gleam of a silver necklace and a fairytale symbol makes him pick it up.
the necklace in his hand is warm, a treasured possession, but something in his voice is broken, small and tremulous and discomfiting, especially when it looks like he's in the presence of an entity that has not been seen in four hundred years. he knows exactly how they're made -- from violence and terror and fear -- this young man who had been right under his nose is an impossibility, a miracle of existence that renders him stunned.
there's no way obscurials make it to adulthood; no, the parasite would consume them far before that, which points to an exceptionally powerful latent ability to endure it for this long, a tremendous talent that had been twisted and forced back inside of him by a the descendant of a scourer who loathes the sight of her own adoptive son.
how could he not have seen this? how could they not have picked up on one of their own trapped in there -- no, he knows just how; a tragic turn of circumstances and a painful twist of fate. but more importantly, why would he come into the possession of a trinket like this? it's a symbol of a childhood fairytale, and for someone like credence to have this is extraordinary. ]
This is not mine. Where did you get this? [ he takes a step closer, careful and wary but also -- a touch sympathetic. how can he not be, when credence looks like he's falling to pieces before him? ] What was done to you, can you tell me?
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[ he doesn't want to die per se but if that's the only way to fix it, so be it. as miraculous as a twenty-two year old obscurial is, he only feels pained by it.
credence's fingers twitch slightly when graves picks up the necklace, like a part of him is still trying to cling to some kind of hope. a couple tendrils of black smoke reach toward graves, sentient and knowing. the obscurus wants power, doesn't care for its host's health. hungering, it hadn't minded the cruelty of the fake graves near the end. smart as it is though, it can't tell the difference.
credence can and although he's still terrified and furious, graves' mannerisms are different enough (just enough) from the graves he knew that he can catch on to it easily even in his current state. he breathes hard, gets his balance on his feet, and takes a step forward. it's not aggressive - curiously, it's more like he's begging. ] Y-you gave it to me. The necklace. You said that if I held onto it you'd know where I was and you could find me and help me. [ but that's not what he's asking, is it? credence takes a step closer, then another, still drawn toward him despite everything. he grasps at the hem of graves' sleeve and the black smoke flickers up his arm, coiling curiously around grave's sleeve and exploring. it's gentle, not devouring, but that's credence's fault. ]
You healed my hands after ma punished me for being out with you too late. You told me I deserve better, that I could have my place with wizards where I belong. Then after I--after ma died, you called me a squib. But before that, you... [ he trails off, but the curious way he's leaning toward graves with his head down explains it well enough. ] You were always kind of intimidating but you were nice to me. You told me I wasn't a freak. You painted such nice pictures of a world I can never be part of.
[ it's so strange, the shift in his behavior as soon as he realized this isn't the man that actually hurt him. the tendrils of ravenous magic are still there, coiling around both credence and graves, but when he looks at him next his eyes are properly colored even if he's still shaking like a leaf. ] I'm supposed to be dead, aren't I?
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the pain is unfathomable, and graves does not have the cure -- not when the wounds run too deep, like thirsting roots to a poisonous well buried far under, and graves is silent for a moment, working out just how to untangle him, to pluck truth from all that's been told him. graves is presented with a tangle of assertions he can neither confirm or deny, but the most powerful thing that draws his attention is how cold the shadows are, when the parasite seeks power and presses itself against him like a lover's caress, inverted and twisted to a mockery of itself.
he doesn't recoil, doesn't pull away from him because credence is barely holding himself together -- whoever it is, whatever it is that had drawn him in and abandoned him having worn his face to do it. that is what he learns, when he touches the necklace, presses his fingers to the warm metal and recognises nothing that's imbued within it.
the magic is not his own, a strange, unknowable thing, and graves discovers a thread of truth for himself. this is not his necklace, this is not his magic. it's not beyond the realm of possibility for him to be impersonated -- there are exceptional witches and wizards to be found, and a portion of them to be found with dark magic. the question is, who is it, and what do they have to do with a fairytale trinket?
how did they know to find credence, to ask him about the obscurial? credence's questions have no answers, but he does paint him a picture all on his own on what may have happened -- subtle manipulation; whoever it is has an intimate understanding of it, of the boy's background, and graves wonders if he's been watching the boy, or perhaps there's been a leak in macusa itself. the idea of it makes his stomach clench, but he cannot dismiss the possibility.
credence is distraught, shaking, and graves realizes that he had been seduced and then thrown away -- that will explain so much, won't it? that will explain this, his sister, the obscurial, but it doesn't explain his mother and whoever else who died. whoever it is that had told him he could never be a part of the wizarding world had not been wrong -- at least up until now.
up until this. graves knows he has to settle the matter; an obscurus is a ticking time bomb, volatile and dangerous, and from the power it exudes, raw and crackling, he has an idea of just what damage it can cause if unleashed -- and graves would rather that not happen here. which means it must be contained.
credence must be contained, and perhaps he has already given graves the key. ]
But you are, now. [ he says quietly. he can tease out more details from him later. ] And no, you're not. The person who gave you this is not me, but perhaps you can help me understand. [ a beat. ] So many bad things has happened to you, hasn't it? You just want someone to help you. [ he doesn't move away. ] Let me help you.