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SILENT HORIZON - [Part 2: Facing the Faceless/Escape] [modplot]
Who| Everyone in Silent Horizon plot
What| Fighting the Faceless, a perilous escape, and a chance to have a breather
Where| In the In-Between, the Silent Horizon, and then the Legion Cruiser
When| Chronologically, only hours have passed in the outside world from when the team disappeared, but it's up to players whether their characters perceived it as being hours or days
Warnings/Notes| Gore, blood, body horror, all the usual
They hear the voice again, calling out to them. Not the Faceless, not the dark whispers of this world. It's the same tinny voice that warned them, that told them not to give into the Faceless' offer. It's the voice that told them their Phalanxed teammates can still be saved if the Faceless is killed in time before they die.
It calls out again. Wherever they are, whatever the landscape is doing, they can hear it.
"I know you have no reason to trust me. I know you've been probably hearing lots of voices in this place, telling you all kinds of things. But I'm trying to help you. There's a way to end this, to stop the Faceless. Just follow my voice. My language synthesizer is broadcasting in the telepathic range like telepathic earplugs and I've managed to reconfigure it to broadcast through the entire In-Between. You should be hearing it wherever you are and you should be able to use its broadcast strength to navigate. I think I've managed to secure it from the Faceless and his Phalanx but there's no way to be sure."
How loud the voice is changes as they get closer or farther away. They can use it to navigate, albeit very crudely. And now that it's clearer, it's far more recognizable: it's the voice of the Robotican in the horrible footage that played before they were taken -- the one that had his head knocked off.
"My name is N-45LEN/Keth Series. My organic crewmates call --" He pauses, and sounds distraught. "--called me Lenny. I was a crew member of the Silent Horizon. This entire dimension is called the In-Between. It's made up of the body of the Faceless and I'm currently trapped at its core. I can see you Legionnaires from here through...what appears to be some kind structure for processing what equates to ocular stimuli for the Faceless. If any of you get lost, I can see enough to guide you here."
If they need it, they'll find that he can give them individualized directions, no matter what the landscape does, and he can give them to multiple people simultaneously. Having a complex processor for a brain has its perks.
"My organic teammate and I managed to discover the core of the Faceless and its nature, but I'm currently incapacitated and Bob...he just lost it. He nearly destroyed what was left of me and ran off before we could stop the Faceless. I saw him eventually accept the Faceless' offer and turn. If you make it here where I am, you may be able to destroy the Faceless' body enough to kill him, save your teammates, and destroy this dimension once and for all."
A pause.
"And if you could maybe take me with you when you leave, uh, I would appreciate that. Like, a lot."
[ooc post here]
What| Fighting the Faceless, a perilous escape, and a chance to have a breather
Where| In the In-Between, the Silent Horizon, and then the Legion Cruiser
When| Chronologically, only hours have passed in the outside world from when the team disappeared, but it's up to players whether their characters perceived it as being hours or days
Warnings/Notes| Gore, blood, body horror, all the usual
They hear the voice again, calling out to them. Not the Faceless, not the dark whispers of this world. It's the same tinny voice that warned them, that told them not to give into the Faceless' offer. It's the voice that told them their Phalanxed teammates can still be saved if the Faceless is killed in time before they die.
It calls out again. Wherever they are, whatever the landscape is doing, they can hear it.
"I know you have no reason to trust me. I know you've been probably hearing lots of voices in this place, telling you all kinds of things. But I'm trying to help you. There's a way to end this, to stop the Faceless. Just follow my voice. My language synthesizer is broadcasting in the telepathic range like telepathic earplugs and I've managed to reconfigure it to broadcast through the entire In-Between. You should be hearing it wherever you are and you should be able to use its broadcast strength to navigate. I think I've managed to secure it from the Faceless and his Phalanx but there's no way to be sure."
How loud the voice is changes as they get closer or farther away. They can use it to navigate, albeit very crudely. And now that it's clearer, it's far more recognizable: it's the voice of the Robotican in the horrible footage that played before they were taken -- the one that had his head knocked off.
"My name is N-45LEN/Keth Series. My organic crewmates call --" He pauses, and sounds distraught. "--called me Lenny. I was a crew member of the Silent Horizon. This entire dimension is called the In-Between. It's made up of the body of the Faceless and I'm currently trapped at its core. I can see you Legionnaires from here through...what appears to be some kind structure for processing what equates to ocular stimuli for the Faceless. If any of you get lost, I can see enough to guide you here."
If they need it, they'll find that he can give them individualized directions, no matter what the landscape does, and he can give them to multiple people simultaneously. Having a complex processor for a brain has its perks.
"My organic teammate and I managed to discover the core of the Faceless and its nature, but I'm currently incapacitated and Bob...he just lost it. He nearly destroyed what was left of me and ran off before we could stop the Faceless. I saw him eventually accept the Faceless' offer and turn. If you make it here where I am, you may be able to destroy the Faceless' body enough to kill him, save your teammates, and destroy this dimension once and for all."
A pause.
"And if you could maybe take me with you when you leave, uh, I would appreciate that. Like, a lot."
[ooc post here]
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It's a friendly hello, by Grif standards. He didn't get to experience the Faceless's particular brand of bodyscaping personally, but he doesn't look all that great himself. Grif's uniform is stained with blood. Some is his, some is Dipper's, some just belongs to nameless corpse monsters.
...They weren't always nameless, but he's really trying not to think about that. Or anything at all, right now.
He's carrying two bottles of water.
"Here."
Grif sets one on the side table just within York's reach, the seal already cracked. He then plunks down without ceremony on the empty bed on the side York didn't throw Delta, not realizing he's probably dodged a conversational bullet.
Grif takes a long pull of water himself, then stretches out.
"Jesus Christ."
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One person Delta hand't tried to kill. So.
That's a bonus.
He blinks blearily at him for a moment before snorting and reaching out, trying to ignore the new aches and pains, the odd patches of scartissue that won't really heal properly just yet on his skin where the wires had been. "The fuck happened to you?"
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It's... Grif. That's not an answer to that question. He settles his gaze on the ceiling instead of on York, it's more comfortable in more ways than one.
He seems to be done talking, but then he adds, "Me and Montana got the robot's head out of there. So."
Her name is absolutely, one hundred percent Montana.
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Montana? No. That uptight demo dude has been gone forever, unfortunately.
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"She's alive," he adds, after thinking about it for a moment.
Helpful, Grif.
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There's no heat to it, no venom. If anything it's halfway fond, somewhere in the exasperated groan. "Seriously, what other state would she be?"
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Because Connie is smart and knows Grif is an idiot. But to Grif, this is clear evidence.
...He'd gesture, but he's found that actually hurts and it's better to just be still. He could be worse. He could be York. But tired is tired.
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"The thing is," he says, thoughtful, "so are you."
Who can he trust here, York?
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This is dangerously close to self-awareness, for Grif.
"So. Connie," he says, shifting the subject back and making an effort to commit that one to memory. "Got it."
He'd rather admit defeat on this tenuous and stupid ground than dig into how bad off York is right now. He can deal with being wrong about something stupid. He can't deal with that.
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It gets his mind off of everything. Which is not all that bad all things considered. He'll take the distraction for what it is. "If anyone tells you about Tex, correct 'em. She was really Nevada."