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testrun_box2012-11-28 11:17 pm
facedthetruth) wrote in testrun_box2012-11-28 11:17 pm
towerofanimus, prose or action spam fine.
[Floor Thirteen]
Margulis hadn't been a particularly religious man, not since he'd been betrayed by his faith fifteen years ago. But nonetheless, he'd found his way to the cathedral. The silence was disconcerting, but at the same time, exactly what he needed. A chance to think, without loud interruptions to tear him away from his thoughts.
The setting, however, tore at him, and as he stood at the front of the room, he couldn't help but reflect on one recent event. On Pellegri's death. On his failure to convince her of the truth on Miltia, and on his inability to save her from her own resentment on Michtam. Lost in thought as he was, he didn't even think to keep an eye on the door.
[Floor Three]
After his visit to the cathedral, Margulis was in sore need of a distraction. On his own, he couldn't keep his mind off of recent events in his own world. It wasn't late enough for the monsters to be out in force, so the library would have to be that distraction. And it served its purpose.
His teacher had had an impressive collection of paper books, as had the Kukais, but he had never seen anything like this. He hadn't even thought there were this many physical books in readable condition left in the galaxy. It was nothing short of amazing, and one could easily catch him browsing the many bookshelves or sitting with one of his finds.
[Obligatory nighttime option]
Even after his trip to the library, Margulis was still on edge. Between Pellegri's death and this claim that his universe was destroyed, he was about as far from happy as he could be. But nighttime brought monsters to fight, a way to blow off steam. His blade sliced through most enemies with ease, leaving a fiery trail in its wake as he moved with speed and agility his solid frame wouldn't suggest. Those that he couldn't dispatch with blade alone, he handled with blasts of fire and lightning.
But even he could get in over his head, and there was no guarantee that he'd have a clear shot to safety when he began to tire...
Margulis hadn't been a particularly religious man, not since he'd been betrayed by his faith fifteen years ago. But nonetheless, he'd found his way to the cathedral. The silence was disconcerting, but at the same time, exactly what he needed. A chance to think, without loud interruptions to tear him away from his thoughts.
The setting, however, tore at him, and as he stood at the front of the room, he couldn't help but reflect on one recent event. On Pellegri's death. On his failure to convince her of the truth on Miltia, and on his inability to save her from her own resentment on Michtam. Lost in thought as he was, he didn't even think to keep an eye on the door.
[Floor Three]
After his visit to the cathedral, Margulis was in sore need of a distraction. On his own, he couldn't keep his mind off of recent events in his own world. It wasn't late enough for the monsters to be out in force, so the library would have to be that distraction. And it served its purpose.
His teacher had had an impressive collection of paper books, as had the Kukais, but he had never seen anything like this. He hadn't even thought there were this many physical books in readable condition left in the galaxy. It was nothing short of amazing, and one could easily catch him browsing the many bookshelves or sitting with one of his finds.
[Obligatory nighttime option]
Even after his trip to the library, Margulis was still on edge. Between Pellegri's death and this claim that his universe was destroyed, he was about as far from happy as he could be. But nighttime brought monsters to fight, a way to blow off steam. His blade sliced through most enemies with ease, leaving a fiery trail in its wake as he moved with speed and agility his solid frame wouldn't suggest. Those that he couldn't dispatch with blade alone, he handled with blasts of fire and lightning.
But even he could get in over his head, and there was no guarantee that he'd have a clear shot to safety when he began to tire...
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*And from his tone, he doesn't like being left in the dark.*
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[It probably doesn't matter here, right?]
The Eternal Recurrence. It's a system that brings the world to a "reset" point in the past when either Anima is on the verge of activating or the Collective Unconscious is on the verge of collapsing.
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In other words, running away from the problem.
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Not that it matters until we manage to return home.
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True enough.