Jul 4, 2019 1:55 am
The room is one big music box. In the center is a pair of mechanical dancers moving jerkily in time to the warped music from the broken down player. One of the dancers eerily resembles Lucina.
Chapter 2: Expedition to Farsky
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Jul 5, 2019 5:46 pm
Lucina, why the hell would something in here resemble you? Are there any stories in your family that could explain this?
Jul 5, 2019 6:03 pm
Lucina attempts to think about what in the hell could be going on here, but her past prior to her adult life is a fog of disconnected memories and images that make little sense. She shivers as she feels a wave of strange emotions wash over her. Suddenly her mind is filled with song - a more accurate and complete version of what's coming from the room.
Lucina enters the room carefully and begins humming the actual tune that's supposed to be playing. After several tense moments, the music in the chamber begins to adjust to her tune and the dancers movements change to something more fluid along with it. Once she's done humming after a few minutes, the song playing in the room and the accompanied dance are beautiful.
Lucina is shocked and turns to the others, shaking her head in confusion.
Hashia, what happens once the music and dancing is fixed?
Lucina enters the room carefully and begins humming the actual tune that's supposed to be playing. After several tense moments, the music in the chamber begins to adjust to her tune and the dancers movements change to something more fluid along with it. Once she's done humming after a few minutes, the song playing in the room and the accompanied dance are beautiful.
Lucina is shocked and turns to the others, shaking her head in confusion.
Hashia, what happens once the music and dancing is fixed?
Jul 5, 2019 7:27 pm
The dancers slow and stop, then begin to dance backwards. The music at first also reverses, but the dancers speed up, and the song becomes an indistinguishable hiss of noise. The dancers spin and twirl dizzyingly, blurring. The hiss grows louder, and then it all stops with a loud gong. Where two dancers stand, there are twelve. They begin moving forward, pantomiming a story.
Edda, what tale do they tell?
Edda, what tale do they tell?
Jul 7, 2019 7:00 pm
The twelve begin their journey. Each in it's own space, but following the same unseen guide. Each dance differs slightly, but all are related.
The first is forceful, like the charging rams of the mountains. Fire blazes in its eyes and movements. The second stands powerfully, its movements strong and sure; rooted to the very bones of the world. The third is ephemeral, like the dancing winds, it dances as if in a mirror facing itself in reflection. The fourth moves fluidly, its dance reacting to the movements of the others.
The other eight move in similar fashion. One forceful and fiery, next strong and grounded, next flighty and ethereal, then fluid and buoyant. Each tells it's own story in an ever moving wheel. All of them pointing to the Sun.
You feel the weight of ages upon you. This dance is older than ages; older than aeons. You don't know its beginning and you feel that it will continue even when the world itself is dust.
The first is forceful, like the charging rams of the mountains. Fire blazes in its eyes and movements. The second stands powerfully, its movements strong and sure; rooted to the very bones of the world. The third is ephemeral, like the dancing winds, it dances as if in a mirror facing itself in reflection. The fourth moves fluidly, its dance reacting to the movements of the others.
The other eight move in similar fashion. One forceful and fiery, next strong and grounded, next flighty and ethereal, then fluid and buoyant. Each tells it's own story in an ever moving wheel. All of them pointing to the Sun.
You feel the weight of ages upon you. This dance is older than ages; older than aeons. You don't know its beginning and you feel that it will continue even when the world itself is dust.
Jul 8, 2019 3:33 pm
It was this dance that the former inhabitants of this observatory interpreted as the insight and decisions they handed down. There is nothing more to be learned here, and you come away with something of an emptiness and a sorrow, because the dance and the music are far beyond anything you've ever heard before. It was as if humanity had reached a zenith back there, whenever those songs and dances were made, and to see it is simply a reminder of a glory that will never be seen again. It is no wonder that those who were here eventually left. You can only imagine they were driven to a weeping insanity by the sheer beauty of what lay before them.
You leave in silence, and for once, you're unsure if it is a result of the building forcing you to be quiet once again, or if it is self-imposed.
You leave in silence, and for once, you're unsure if it is a result of the building forcing you to be quiet once again, or if it is self-imposed.
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