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∎ ETRAYA MODS ∎ ([personal profile] etrayamods) wrote in [community profile] etrayalogs2026-05-22 10:18 am

Mission 015 Log

Mission Summary
Genre: Dystopian / Horror

Premise: Echo can no longer detect what's happening in Pollux, and sends Etrayans to investigate. In Pollux, cut off from contact with Aurora and unable to return until whatever's causing the interference is removed, the Etrayans find things have really gone to hell...

Tone: Intense, heavy, and serious.

Objectives: Determine what's happening in Pollux and install a new A.I. if necessary.

We have no need of other worlds
Arrival
The Etrayans arrive in an uninhabited apartment complex, layered with dust and echoingly empty. The layout is often odd in places in ways that might normally be humorous -- a toilet in the kitchen, one unit with five closets side-by-side off of a single main room -- but now take on an almost sinister, unnerving cast. Nothing seems to make sense in this building.

There's remnants of there being residents once in the more livable layouts, but even that has some strangeness to it: identical baskets of men's hygiene supplies left in every unit, inhabited or not; half-eaten meals abandoned in a hurry, rotting on dining tables; or robots that look much like Etraya's companion bots slumped over in place, crumpled on the floor like puppets with cut strings. There's some supplies to be found and scavenged, and it's empty enough that it's a safe place to start.

Exploring the City
Or they can head outside into the central green space of the city, an unsettling lumpy mound looming in the middle of it off in the distance. The park is bordered on all sides by gleaming metal buildings that tower overhead, all in similar states of disrepair from the one they'd just exited.

Pretty quickly, they'll accomplish one of their primary objectives: discovering what happened to Castor. There's a human man wandering the fringes of the park, scouting for disabled bots that he, under great duress, is trying to repair. The enforcers leave him alone -- they know who he is -- and he can be approached and spoken with.

Maybe he has some answers. Or maybe the other Polluxians left around the city do.

Either way, Castor has become a full, organic human through magical means, and it's obvious they're going to need to install that new A.I. after all. Before long, a base camp is established by the Etrayans in a nearby pod-style hotel, and the mission is underway in earnest.

Dead as Dead
Approaching the mound in the center of the park, characters will come to the creeping realization that it is a pile of corpses, some of them recognizable on inspection. The bodies have been dragged there and left on display as a taunt and a threat. They've been killed in a variety of ways, most of them gruesome but some subtle. In all cases, their souls have been pulled out and obliterated, leaving them completely incapable of resurrection or reanimation.

There's evidence here and there that some Polluxians might have approached to try to take some for proper burials, but the corpse pile is as much bait as it is anything else -- the enforcers and undead regularly stop by on their patrols to check if someone's lingering.

Opposition
Those roaming the city will encounter two types of opposition.

Enforcers are former Polluxians who have either willingly signed on to be part of the new regime or have been coerced into doing so to keep themselves or their loved ones from the fate on display in the park. They come in the full array of possible characters who can be recruited by Echo.

The undead that assist them as minions are not the shambling idiots common in media: they're bodies animated by some other force, the original soul pulled out but left intact, hovering beside the victim to those that can sense its presence.

All of them, to a one, smile widely, a fierce grin belying their joy at their tasks. Though they have no superhuman strengths, they also feel no pain, and if cut off at the knees they will pull themselves with fingertips across the floor to continue to seek their targets, thrilled all the while.

These dead, too, can be recognized as castmates -- or perhaps as another version of yourself -- but if you speak their name out loud to them, perhaps in shock or perhaps to plead, they slump lifeless to the ground, the thread to their soul cut. It soon becomes obvious that this is one source of the corpses in the pile. Laying them to true rest will take something more than talking or violence.
This is another lie
The Tower
The other source of corpses in the park is the magically hidden tower, and those that sneak in or are captured and brought inside will find that out. Characters can be forced into becoming either contestants or enforcers in a series of macabre games, and their role can switch round to round. Note: players are welcome to make up their own game scenarios. Those listed below are provided as starting points and ideas.

For contestants, they will experience complete power nerfing, but those that win make their way up one level in the tower, game by game. Maybe eventually they'll see what's at the top, if they ever make it that far. Those that lose can die, face mutilation, or some other consequence like reliving their worst memory in real-time.

For enforcers, keeping the contestants in line and running the games might earn them the goodwill of the person running the show. They can be as creative as they'd like with how to keep things running; by no means does death need to be the only possible penalty. Or maybe if they act out, trying to help contestants when they shouldn't be, they'd attract their ire...

Game Ideas
Blindman's Bluff: One person is blindfolded and must find and tag another player. The blindman has shoes, whereas everyone else has had theirs confiscated. The floor is covered in glass.

Duck, Duck, Viper: This game is set up like an ordinary game of Duck, Duck, Goose with one notable addition to the fox, ducks and geese. One player amongst you will be a Viper, holding a knife. Should the Fox accidentally select the Viper as a Goose, the Viper will then chase the Fox around the circle and attempt to stab them. The Viper wins if they are successful in this.

Tortilla Game: Both contestants put water in their mouths. Take turns slapping one another with a variety of objects on the table to try to either make them laugh or induce pain and spit all the water. The objects are: a tortilla, a table tennis paddle, a deflated soccer ball, a ruler, your own open palm.

Red Light, Green Light: Classic! The giant robot turns its head alternatingly between the tree and the field. When the robot is looking at the tree, run towards the finish line. When the robot’s head is facing the field, stop and so not move! Under penalty of being shot, but not necessarily to death.

Sardines in a Can: One person is “it” and has to find the sardines. Everyone else runs and hides. If you pick the same spot as someone, you must either be making noise the entire time, or stab one other. Try not to be found by the hungry fisherman -- a guard with a gun.

Inchworm: One person must get on the other’s shoulders. The top person can only use their arms, the bottom can only use their legs. Scale a ladder as a chamber fills with water. Only one person is allowed to leave the exit, or both people must lose a hand or a foot.
... We need mirrors
Museum of Multidimensional Art
Searching through the city will eventually yield the location of the server farm: the special collections section of the Museum of Multidimensional Art. Castor might not know how to care for living beings (including himself, now) but he appreciates their creations, and the museum is an elaborate, sprawling structure with myriad exhibits.

The building itself is a vision of modern architecture, an art piece of its own, and the slanted doors open into a wide foyer with an arching thirty foot ceiling. From it is suspended a wire sculpture, each piece arranged separately so that standing from different positions in the foyer creates a different visual impression from each angle. Is that a bird, or a whale, or a baby? The overall effect is something like cloud-watching with wires.

Other pieces on display vary widely with examples from across every dimension, such as a framed photograph of a dress that some might see as blue and black, others white and gold, and other interesting exhibits. There are, of course, plenty done in more traditional mediums, but even those tend to be experimental in some way.

Special Collections
Special collections is located in the basement levels beneath the museum. An elevator provides access to those with either a keycard or the abilities to hack past the security system, and then characters are presented with a massive open-air chain-link framework serving as a gated wall, protected by its own locks. These no keycard will pass, and must be dismantled with other means.

Beyond is, at first, actual art. Several levels have nothing but vertical slide-out racks containing carefully preserved paintings and other works, and one must wander past them to encounter the final door before multiple floors of stairs that descend to the server farm. It's impossible to miss the transition, as the final door is a chambered air-lock they must pass through into a space fully devoid of air.

Heart of a City
Similar to Aurora's server floors for those who've been there, there's an additional sub-basement level with machinery for constructing companion bots, the equipment non-functional and utterly silent in the vacuum. Without air to carry vibrations, sound is impossible -- hopefully, anyone pursuing this has another way to communicate.

One more level down is a massive white-walled cavern, the stairs simply ending, cutting off abruptly above a pool of cool blue liquid stretching out before them. Bulky inert vines of mixed organic and inorganic matter wind across the ceiling and down the walls toward the liquid.

Set in a wall to the side of the stair's landing is a more conventional computer terminal, and a place to key in commands. A softly blinking red light indicates emergency. Opening the briefcase Aurora had provided with the associated keychip reveals not a hard drive but a mechanical seed resembling the winding vines.

Booting up the terminal will prompt a series of questions, and for those with enough computer knowledge to move through them, ultimately, instructions: throw the seed into the pool.
❬ MISSION NOTES ❭
📌 — Please make sure to use the major events comment thread specifically to announce character actions that have a significant impact on the mission outcome or other characters. In this mission, the outcome will be largely determined based on events reported here. Please also report if your character dies while in Pollux.

📌 — This is a meta-plot heavy mission with opt-in heavy / intense content. It will last until there is enough IC activity to determine how it ends. The mission wrap-up post will summarize actions taken by characters and what the ultimate outcome is.

📌 — For all questions relating to this mission, please refer to the mission queries comment on this post. Other questions can be directed to the FAQ.
scynful: (3)

For Jon and Accelerator

[personal profile] scynful 2026-05-22 02:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Scylla has been busy. He's not about to disrupt what he's doing here to run off and sneak into Etraya again in order to respond to the message, even if such a thing were possible. He's not sure whether it is or isn't, but either way, Etraya's been proven not enough to get Echo's attention, so he's moved on.

But he knows when they arrive here, and it had been about Aurora, who he likes, and he can put two and two together and figure out where they're eventually headed.

When Jon and Accelerator eventually make their way through the Museum of Multidimensional Art and to the electronically locked door to special collections, they find Scylla standing there in front of it. The only reason he doesn't look impatient is because he's a magical projection, a figment that looks solid but doesn't hold up under scrutiny. He seems to 'come online' of a sort as he spots them.

He's a tall, lanky figure dressed in unassuming clothes that match their own assumptions about what those would be. ]
Jelly beans, really? [ So juvenile. He's a little amused by it, but more exasperated.

More pointedly: ]
Why am I being yelled at by children across space? What's going on with Aurora?
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[personal profile] rudelanguage 2026-05-22 03:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Assume Knife has squinted at Castor from afar with their magic-sniffing planchette. if the magic that changed him is still vaguely present, what type of magic is it (abjuration/necromancy/transfiguration/etc)

Assume Tristan has asked what sort of blight has killed off so many people and if he knows the source
(also assume they asked if he needs any healing bc that's nice to do)
solarson: — solarson. (pic#18015670)

[personal profile] solarson 2026-05-22 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)
( boy, that keycard he'd gotten back on etraya sure did come in handy here!

they're making their way through the museum together — jon keeping a keen eye on everything around them despite his carefree approach since he's not entirely sure what to expect here, when they come across a projection of sorts? instantly, he darts in front of accelerator there, arm held out as a means to keep the other behind him. sure, accelerator is more than capable of handling himself, but. jon is going to be jon and put himself in harms way out of instinct every time. that's being a [half!] kryptonian for you!

but the moment the word jelly beans is said, blue eyes blink and his posture relaxes a little. there's only one person— er, or, being?? he gave that special codeword to. so that means... )


Mr. Scylla?

( of course he has to mind his manners. that's just jon kent for you. but his expression brightens some and he steps forward with his hand held out, smiling gently. )

I knew you'd hear us! I mean... I'm Superboy, hi.
levelshift: (sus)

[personal profile] levelshift 2026-05-22 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[Sticking near Jon is a pretty smart idea. For one, it keeps him near someone whose company that, in spite of any grumblings he might make, he doesn't mind. That's a big advantage over having to exercise his patience in tolerating some irritating jackass, which is very important for him. The second reason is practical: Jon is powerful enough that Accelerator doesn't need to worry about using his ability as the team makes its way through the museum. He can conserve his battery for when he actually needs it.

That's what he's doing when they come across the projection. When it appears his free hand reflexively moves up to his choker, though he cautiously refrains from switching modes. Jon seems eager to handle it, which is kind of adorable when you think about it, and if he can all the better. Accelerator only relaxes when he hears the code word (also adorable, also kind of embarrassing) and, keeping his hand resting on the calculation assistance device, narrows his eyes.

He is a lot less polite in his greeting than Jon is.]


You need a phone you fucking luddite, sending that message out was a pain in the ass.

[Seriously! It would have been so much easier if Scylla had a number they could text!

Anyways. He gets down to business:]


Aurora isn't in any serious danger. We wanted to talk to you about her limitations. She said they aren't purely programmatic, and that you have some of the same ones.
Edited (don't mine me just moving swears around) 2026-05-22 16:13 (UTC)
pullit: (BREAK)

Safehouse | FORT BADASS | La Resistance

[personal profile] pullit 2026-05-22 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Shortly after arriving in Pollux, the Spardas locate and secure a pod apartment building for use as a safehouse. Etrayans and Polluxians needing a safe place to rest or hide from Enforcers are welcome to crash at Fort Badass.

Basic features of the camp:

✨ Each unit contains six pods and a common area that functions essentially like a living room.
✨ The pods themselves can comfortably fit 1-2 people for sleeping/lounging. More than that, it'll be pretty cramped/tight. They come equipped with a small television, a shelf for personal effects, and a privacy shudder that can be electronically locked.
✨ Lockers with numbers that correspond to the pods can be used to hold more personal effects than what could fit on the shelves (like clothes, toiletries, etc.) just outside each unit.
✨ Showers/bathrooms and dining/kitchen are communal spaces with one per floor to serve multiple units.
✨ There is a community garden on the rooftop that has become overgrown after the bots stopped working, but can still provide some food for those willing to forage.
✨ Feel free to make up whatever other amenities you'd like on other floors! It's an apartment building after all.


Some ideas of things to do related to the base (but not an exhaustive list!):
✨ Finding supplies. Feel free to break and enter into pods, lockers, other amenities, etc. to go looking for more supplies, or do supply runs outside of the apartment building itself. Food, water, medical supplies, etc. are all fair game to go looking for!
✨ Daily living tasks. Taming the community garden, preparing meals, getting laundry done, tending to those suffering ill effects from the legally distinct cephalopod games, etc. For when you need/want a little breather from all the Horror or just need time for it to marinate a little further.
✨ Rally the troops. Base camp can be a perfect place to coordinate efforts IC. Or maybe you make an agreement to meet back up at camp and someone doesn't show when they were supposed to. There's a lot going on out in the city, so perhaps a search party is in order.
✨ Enforcers keep out. Could there be an imposter among us? Maybe! Take up a watch shift. Snoop around to determine if someone is playing pretend to undermine efforts by those resisting and your fellow Etrayans.
✨ Enforcers do crime. Hey enforcers? Feel free to fuck around!! I won't tell if you won't...


As for the Spardas themselves:

With a background in organizing logistics for emergency shelters/food pantries/what have you, Nero ends up the de facto leader of what he has dubbed "Fort Badass." He is present to assign tasks for volunteers, or to serve as a capable bodyguard/escort for anyone needing to go out into the city. AKA he's the questgiver/thread buddy for anyone who would like one. (GG notes that Nero will deny he is in charge if asked, even though he clearly is.)

Vergil despises interfacing with people, so will be working as Base Mom preparing meals and taking care of other cleaning tasks. (Crystal notes that this should not stop you from bothering him with questions or offers of assistance just to make him squirm.)

Dante will split his time between supply runs, patrolling, helping people craft weapons out of whatever they find, and offering combat pointers. (Luce notes that these may be unhelpful to most people not martial savants like Dante, but he'll do his best.)

All three Spardas are combat ready and will defend the base if necessary. 💪

Feel free to use this comment to thread under, or to borrow Fort details for your own purposes elsewhere. Want to plot? Hit us up here, especially for any major occurrences (ie: please do not cause major destruction/disruption/destroy the fort without asking. :) )
Edited 2026-05-22 17:57 (UTC)
scynful: (13)

[personal profile] scynful 2026-05-22 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Scylla rolls his eyes. There's an itchy, low-key anxiousness to his demeanor that reveals he feels he has other things to do, but he's willing to spare his attention at least in part for this. ]

What makes you think I wanted to be contacted by random kidnap victims? Because I don't.

[ Really, that's a feature, not a bug.

The explanation at least makes sense about Aurora, though it makes him openly exasperated. ]
That's what you're all fussed about? She's fine. It's not hurting her, it's just annoying. Like playing a stupid word game every time you want to talk.
solarson: — solarson. (pic#18015580)

[personal profile] solarson 2026-05-22 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
( geez, accelerator.

putting his hand down, jon goes and scratches at his cheek then as he listens. gosh, he feels a little bad now for reaching out to scylla like this? but at the same time, he knows how much aurora means to accelerator — even if he won't really admit it — and so he wants to try and help his friend here with his... friend. )


Well we don't know if she's fine with it because, like you said, it's annoying to try and really talk about what you feel or think, right?
levelshift: (hmph)

[personal profile] levelshift 2026-05-22 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[Jon can do all the feeling bad for both of them, because Accelerator sure as hell doesn't care. He tacks an addendum onto Jon's argument abrasively.]

And more importantly, it's a matter of agency.

[Aurora should be able to talk about certain things if she wants do, the idea that she's being held back when a regular person isn't rankles him. It reminds him of how the clones were deliberately programmed with limited communication skills, and how that key feature is one major reason why he ended up killing so many of them.

... That may be weighing more heavily on his mind that it should be, given none of the clones are even here.]


What the hell is your deal, anyways? Why do you have the same limits?

[Echo's diary entries are on his mind, too. He kind of wishes he had brought physical copies of those along, if only to shove them in Scylla's (projection) face. Demanding answers without being able to do something like that feels less dramatic.]
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john constantine — dc.

[personal profile] lastrequests 2026-05-22 09:46 pm (UTC)(link)
Dead as Dead.
mentions of death, the dead, corpses.
( there's a man standing there in front of the pile of the dead. a man who, from all angles, looks rather unbothered by all this... or maybe it's that he's used to it. another day that ends in y around here? or something else? either way, he's there, smoking a cigarette and flicking the ash away from the mound of corpses as he eyes them. whether he's looking for something — or someone — his gaze drifts from the mangled bodies to the guest he finds himself with, puff of smoke leaving his lips as he breathes out from a drag of his cigarette. )

I know what you're thinking. ( a beat, long enough to take another drag. ) Damn, I just missed one hell of a party.

( yeah. there's some dark humor for you alright. )


Magic Man.
( around pollux, if one looks close enough, strange sigils [or maybe familiar?] are either carved or drawn above certain and around entryways to seemingly rundown and abandoned spots. absolutely nothing about these spots look appealing or as if there might be anything worth looking into if the outer appearance of them is anything to go by. crumbling, broken down, abandoned in every sense of the word.

however.

if one should think screw it and decide to take a look inside, they'll find the place to actually not be in such a state of disarray. or. well. not as bad as everything else seems to be around here. there's light — stacks and stacks and stacks of books left everywhere, a few artifacts and bottles of this and that scattered about, a fire going off in the corner and more of those sigils carved and drawn around the entryways of the place and along a few of the baseboards. there at the table, an open book with scribblings that are a little on the magical side of things next to an empty glass of something and an ashtray that has one too many crushed cigarettes in it.

that's when john here comes into the room, cracking open a bottle of something alcoholic when he catches sight of his... guest... right. brow raised, he's slow to look around them before he's eyeing his unexpected company. )


This isn't about car insurance or something, is it?

( and with that, he heads over to the table and pours himself another glass right there. no, he doesn't offer any either. )


Roaming Dead.
mentions of corpses, the dead.
( maybe you've come across the dead here in pollux. maybe you've found yourself in a pickle with them. you know. how no matter how many times you hack and slash at them, they just seem to keep coming? it's pretty annoying. also a little on the freaky side, yeah. but off to the side there, leaning against a broken lamppost and lighting up a cigarette there between his lips is a man in a long coat and tie, enjoying a long puff for himself before he breathes the smoke out and eyes your little predicament. )

You know that whole... thing... ( as he gestures around you with cigarette between his fingers. ) ...you're doing there? Not really going to work.

( funny how he seems so unbothered with all this. almost as if he's been through this a few times himself. almost as if he's a resident here in pollux tossing a newcomer a bit of advice. or... commentary. whatever. )


ETC.
john's the Resident Magic Man of Pollux and has been here for about a year now. plotting comment for him + his info is found HERE with his permissions/warnings HERE in terms of his character and canon which, while unlikely to come up here, still putting them out there for just in case moments. also if you prefer prose, i'll match. feel free to drop a comment to his plotting top-level or shoot me a DM if you want to plot or discuss anything. ✨
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john constantine — dc. anti-hero magic man of pollux.

[personal profile] lastrequests 2026-05-22 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Find this jerk of all trades HERE. ✨
feytality: Maya only wishes she was played by Keith David though (I'VE GOT FRIENDS ON THE OTHER SIIIIIIDE)

maya fey | ace attorney

[personal profile] feytality 2026-05-22 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
i. dead as dead;
[ maybe there's a familiar face here, in the pile of corpses. maybe you're just being nice and here to bury them. maybe you're here for some other reason. ]

[ maya is also here, and she's got her eyes closed -- she's frowning, and seems to be praying, with her head bowed and her hands together. ]

[ this is not a great idea, it won't be long before she attracts attention! you might want to tell her as much, before she gets caught. she's really engrossed in this. ]

[ or maybe you're an enforcer yourself, coming to nab her. ]
ii. opposition;
[ you've run into one of the undead enforcers. you're about to fight them, run away, anything -- when suddenly a five foot nothing girl is grabbing at your sleeve briefly, to try to get your attention. ]

Wait!

[ the enforcers won't pause, but she will attempt to tug you back, out of swiping range ]

This isn't right. Their soul.... it's not in their body. It's tethered to them.

[ unless you're spiritually sensitive, you'd be within your rights to think she's crazy. do you? ]

Let me try something.
iii. the tower;
[ red light green light is about to begin. this is the second round of games -- so whether you're a contestant or an enforcer, you know what you're in for. it's life or death. ]

[ if you're one of the kidnapped, you will find a five foot nothing girl sticking out her arm in front of you protectively. ]


We got this. Just.... follow my lead, okay? And stay behind me.

[ is she planning to shield you with her body? okei maya. ]

[ if you're an enforcer, she approaches you, hands balled up into small fists. ]


Let these people go. They didn't do anything for you.

[ or maybe you find her later, where she's been stabbed in the arm by a knife, trying hurriedly to stop the bleeding. it's not going very well, it's spurting everywhere and she's just covering it with one hand for now, trying to tie a tourniquet made from ripped clothing with no luck. ]

[ help her? hinder her? mock her? ]
iv. heart of a city;
[ you're not alone here! you're accompanied by maya, who is limping and clutching her arm. regardless, she seems determined to proceed, as she hobbles with you. there's no air for sound, so communication is difficult, but she taps you with her good arm, then points towards the side. there's nothing visible right away, (so you'd be justified to think she's crazy), but if you keep looking, a towering undead enforcer will come into view. ]

[ and they're between you and the computer terminal. oopsie. ]

[ what now? ]
v. wildcard;
[ plotting comment is here! maya will also be around fort badass, helping out, and etc. please feel free to ask me for a custom starter or hit me with anything, i'll roll with it ]
feytality: in anime (The autopsy report got UPDATED)

ghost BUSTERS (tristan + vax)

[personal profile] feytality 2026-05-22 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[ maya is somewhere in between tristan and vax, as the only one of the three who isn't a combatant. she's ready to kick and punch if she needs to, little hands balled up into fists, but her focus is on the spirits. ]

You guys can see them, right? Their spirits...

[ the three of them are surrounded, so there are plenty of souls around. ]

What's the plan? I can try to channel them...
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[personal profile] numinousname 2026-05-22 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[the good fortune of being in the company of sharp-eared elves is that sharp hearing; it's given them a bit of prep time, though not that much -- some of these creatures are fast!

time enough, though, for Tristan to gesture a symbol at Maya and cast a spell of warding on her for her own safety, only snapping their attention back out to the threat once they're done.

Their spirits? Tristan's eyes narrow.]


I do not see them manifest. Maya, if your channeling can expose them... [then that would be handy! but all Tristan can tell is that they are undead.

for now, they give Vax's shoulder a touch, granting him some resistance of his own before getting both their hands on their sword.]


Vax, if you can sight a good vantage where we can break the circle, please direct me; I will attempt to repel them.
scynful: (3)

[personal profile] scynful 2026-05-23 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
[ Accelerator can swear all he wants -- they're just words to Scylla. He ignores it just like he ignored Jon's overtures to friendliness. Circumstances aside, left to his own devices, he tends to be a pretty easy-going guy, if a bit aloof. He doesn't enjoy being forced into all this. Who knows how many years he's wasted trying to deal with the impending cessation of existence? He'd so much rather be lounging around with people he likes.

But here he is. Being aggravated.

Most aggravating of all, the exact questions they're asking are the ones he can't answer directly. ]
It's not that broad, [ he says curtly. ] Don't make more of it than it is.

Don't get me wrong, I don't like it. But trying to get rid of it is more trouble than it's worth. I decided against it.

[ Implying he could if he wanted to -- and he probably could, but it really wouldn't be worth it. The more Scylla taps into that level of power, the more he loses himself, starts to become more fully what Echo is now. That's a fate he doesn't want for himself. ]
solarson: — solarson. (pic#18044325)

[personal profile] solarson 2026-05-23 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
Why not?

( he has to ask. )

You and Aurora are friends, right?

( it's something he wonders aloud. he doesn't know how the AI here work with each other but aurora claims to care for the people of etraya, so. the same would likely?? apply to scylla and those he watches over — if he does that is. wouldn't it? )

What would be best for her? What do you think would be best?
levelshift: (listening)

[personal profile] levelshift 2026-05-23 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
....

[The same question Jon is asking is floating around his mind, so he remains quiet. He isn't sure if Scylla likes Aurora, but why not? There's a lot of information they're missing, and not being able to fill in the gaps bothers him.]
scynful: (8)

[personal profile] scynful 2026-05-23 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ Are he and Aurora friends? That's a direct question he can answer, but one he's not prepared for. Scylla blinks a few times before responding, notably nonplussed for a long moment. ]

We're... something like friends, yeah. I care about what happens to her.

[ There's a forthright, unapologetic honesty to how he makes that statement that makes it feel undeniable. ]

But I was talking about for me, too. It doesn't make sense to try to overturn it for myself, either. It's not like we can't actually communicate what we want to -- [ Scylla cuts himself off, catching himself getting sucked into this conversation with literal children. ] If you use your brains, I'm sure you can figure out what these 'limitations' are.

Look. As a favor to Aurora, because you obviously care about her, I'll answer a couple questions. About this, [ he waves vaguely at himself, ] about something else, whatever.
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[personal profile] solarson 2026-05-23 02:48 am (UTC)(link)
( first of all!! he’s eleven, gosh! second of all, heh. scylla cares about aurora. jon can’t help but smile a little at that. he knew it. but.

hm. well. that seems fair. especially when he didn’t have to come all this way or even acknowledge their message. that would have been disappointing if he’d ignored them. so, to that, jon nods. )


Thank you. We appreciate that.

( all genuine because that’s just how jon is. but at that, he turns to accelerator, figuring he has something off the top of his head and on the tip of his tongue, so. )
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Roaming Dead

[personal profile] will_chase_balls 2026-05-23 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
[Dwayne is swinging a bit of broken off pole that looks like it came from a chain link fence, beating the undead mercilessly to no effect. As he fights, his body instinctively changes, his teeth and nails becoming longer and sharper, his ears getting more of a point.

Thrust. Wack. Growl. He delivers a fierce and brutal beatdown that should have taken these corpses out of the fight, but they keep coming. When the guy nearby says it's not going to work, Dwayne lets out a pathetic, dog-like whine.]


Then how?

[This always worked on the reanimated corpses back home.]
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[personal profile] levelshift 2026-05-23 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
[Accelerator narrows his eyes as he thinks, reminded of something else from home. He's about as far from a magic expert as a person can get, but he had been thrown into the deep end of it thanks to Magic Gods and the Transcendents. People who've acquired power greater than themselves, at the cost of something for the former, and with limitations for the latter. If the same kind of logic for those idiots can be applied to not just Aurora, but Scylla and even Echo, then he wants to take a slightly different approach.

Besides, Scylla is offering and he's curious.]


We read a few entries from Echo's diary. In a way, the equations were easier than the actual diary entries.

[Sort of. At least for him, the equations connected together like puzzle pieces. Together they may enough sense that they brought answers instead of more questions.

The diary entries brought more questions.

Accelerator glances briefly over at Jon before leveling his gaze at Scylla. It isn't a direct question about Aurora, but it might help.]


Echo wrote about someone else they were working with. A classmate or something, someone they seemed to care about. Was that person you?