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The Legion [Mods] ([personal profile] letsgolegion) wrote in [community profile] legionmissions2017-01-15 07:55 am

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]
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[personal profile] agnominal 2017-01-18 03:16 pm (UTC)(link)
I know.

He knows he'll die, distantly. In a way that hardly seems to matter. There's too much between him and the reality of the situation to easily shift back to, and so he's nowhere near prepared to block the blow, as he might have done on any other day.

Smack! Locus's head jerks to the side, the sting of it barely felt over everything else, but there's something about the move that jars him. The orders, the violence, there's familiarity in it. He can hold onto instinct if nothing else, and instinct says --

Follow orders. Survive.

Even if the man in front of him seems more like the horrors of this place than any Legionnaire, he has his attention. After a moment he nods, and moves to follow.

Process later, when there's time.
ka_sera_sera: (old anger talking)

cw for emetophobes for a bit of gagging/mostly dry vomiting, i'm not sure how to phrase it

[personal profile] ka_sera_sera 2017-01-20 02:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Roland nods back and staggers away, but realizes soon enough - and buries the frustration, the anger at the thought, because that feeling's not useful just now - that until he has some evidence whatever's come over the other man has passed, he'll have to do a little shepherding. He lurches back, reaching for the nameless Legionnaire's shoulder. His eyes have almost moved back into the same spot they used to be and this throws him off, might send his hand reaching for the wrong place. He'll have to get used to his face being on his head again and the thought's bizarre, disturbing, the last little detail that loses him the war he's been fighting with his stomach.

He turns his head even as he reaches out, gagging, but only the smallest stream of that black bile is left to come trickling out. Once that passes he tries to lock eyes with the Legionnaire again, if the man's aware enough to do something like that. His voice, at least, is raised; he has some evidence that, if nothing else, his voice might get through.

"You can find the way out, can't you? You can feel it? If you can, run!"