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gocirclegogo2013-12-06 07:40 pm
orleanide) wrote in gocirclegogo2013-12-06 07:40 pm
Clash of Cults
[Tonight on Victorian London: Emerald edition, we bring you a normal everyday ritual.
For the most part.
Under an abandoned church - the remains of the Order of Dagon - a new group has set up their own gathering. Shrouded in dark hoods, at least twenty people have been separated into groups of three or so with an overseer for each.
In short: it's sort of like a classroom for cultists. Most of these people are new and trying to harness the energy from the rift that infamously goes through London. Surely their god will be pleased. But before they try the main event, they really need to get their newbies into shape. Just going through some basic summonings and magical exercises, nothing that should be too bad.
Enter a problem: See that weirdly shiny relic in the center of these destroyed, watery ruins? Another cult happens to believe that belongs to their God. That cult is currently waiting in the shadows for a moment to strike and attempt to steal it. So maybe they ruined this harmless practice session on purpose or maybe the rift in spacetime was too much for the newbies to handle. Either way, their summoning doesn't go...right. It gives cult number two over there a chance to run in, magic ready.
So where does this leave you?
Maybe you were just summoned in. Maybe you were spying. Maybe you were invited as a witness to the training session. Maybe you were passing by when fireworks started blasting out of the church ruins.
Either way you should probably get out of here. There are strangely spacious sewer exits against the right wall, definitely wide enough for people to go through. There are crumbling stairs and doors going to winding catacombs. Maybe you can follow some of the escaping cultists and hope they don't turn on you. Maybe someone will rescue you.
All of it is up to you.]
For the most part.
Under an abandoned church - the remains of the Order of Dagon - a new group has set up their own gathering. Shrouded in dark hoods, at least twenty people have been separated into groups of three or so with an overseer for each.
In short: it's sort of like a classroom for cultists. Most of these people are new and trying to harness the energy from the rift that infamously goes through London. Surely their god will be pleased. But before they try the main event, they really need to get their newbies into shape. Just going through some basic summonings and magical exercises, nothing that should be too bad.
Enter a problem: See that weirdly shiny relic in the center of these destroyed, watery ruins? Another cult happens to believe that belongs to their God. That cult is currently waiting in the shadows for a moment to strike and attempt to steal it. So maybe they ruined this harmless practice session on purpose or maybe the rift in spacetime was too much for the newbies to handle. Either way, their summoning doesn't go...right. It gives cult number two over there a chance to run in, magic ready.
So where does this leave you?
Maybe you were just summoned in. Maybe you were spying. Maybe you were invited as a witness to the training session. Maybe you were passing by when fireworks started blasting out of the church ruins.
Either way you should probably get out of here. There are strangely spacious sewer exits against the right wall, definitely wide enough for people to go through. There are crumbling stairs and doors going to winding catacombs. Maybe you can follow some of the escaping cultists and hope they don't turn on you. Maybe someone will rescue you.
All of it is up to you.]
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[Swearing in front of kids isn't usually at the top of his to-do list, but he's pretty sure it doesn't count if it's himself. Actually, it kind of pisses him off that he even considered that.
It puts a little more force than necessary into the light shove Rin gives his younger self with his shoulder.]
It doesn't matter, because I'm getting out of here before one of those-- [several of the jets of light flash by overhead, leaving behind the scent of lightning and raising their hair a little on end] --hits whatever smells like that. Would you move?
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But that ozone smell and the prickling on his neck spooks Rin a little- finally the first real touch of fear. A detail like that is a little too much for a dream.
So when Rin passes, his younger self follows him. Cuz yeah, don't wanna be alone and this guy is weirdly familiar]
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[Rin isn't moving very fast in the first place, sliding along at an awkward mostly-crouch, but progress is even slower now that he has somebody else to keep an eye on.
Normally, in dreams, he wouldn't pay much attention to his younger self. He's already done with that -- he has to cut the train of regrets somewhere. There's something about this time, though; maybe it's the fact that this version of himself talks and reacts and simply refuses to be ignored.
Or maybe it's just that crawling sense of unease that he can't put a name to, that tells him this is definitely more nightmare than dream, echoed in every stifled cry and frantic footstep crowding too close for comfort.
He leads them towards the nearest opening. The stairs, at least, look promising.]
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This... is a dream right? People don't really have magic lasers. That's stupid.
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He grits his teeth instead.]
Yeah. Of course it's a dream. [Do dreams ask you if you're a dream? This is getting a little too surreal even for him. There's a pause in his crabwalking as they hit the stairs.] ... You go up first. Hurry up.