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nexus_crossings2020-02-07 10:04 pm
legendary_titan) wrote in nexus_crossings2020-02-07 10:04 pm
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[[ooc: Saint's Navigation post is here! If there is any Russian speakers playing here, I'm using google translate, so I apologize if anything he says is incorrect! I won't mind at all if anyone corrects me! I love languages and learning about them. As an added note, I'll add what he said in English at the bottom of the post.]]
With a rustle of plate armor, Saint-14 sat up and looked around. He was currently sitting in a snowbank in what appeared to be a wooded area. Bewildered, his helmeted head looked this way and that as he tried to figure out where he was. It definitely wasn't where he was before. Wherever this was, it was heading into evening, and it was cold and snowing. Looking up instantly told him that he wasn't in the Last City, for there was no sign of the looming shape of the Traveler up above him.
Instantly wary, the Titan levered to his feet, straightening to his formidable height. Last he recalled, he had been in the Tower Hanger...how did he get here? He tried opening communications but received no signal. His Ghost apparently was as flummoxed as he was. The most important thing was that there weren't any nearby threats.
Not bothering to unsling the large shotgun on his back, Saint strode off through the snow. There appeared to be some sort of path, so perhaps he was near a settlement.
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Saint stood on the edge of the plaza, staring at the large assortment of partially snow covered couches, benches and tables. Large vidscreens were playing videos and playing announcements by the looks of it. There were people walking about of various shapes and sizes...and species that he didn’t recognize.
”Bozhe moi…” He muttered. “Gde ya, chert voz'mi?” It was only the fact that no one was trying to kill him or each other, that he didn’t pull his weapon. In fact, people were just going about their business as if nothing was amiss.
Once again, the Titan found himself far from home. After being in the Infinite Forest for so long, it was nice to find himself in a place that wasn’t a constant fight for survival. Next step would obviously be, ask around and find out where he was and find a place to warm up and regroup. Not paying any mind to the snow covering parts of his armor, Saint strode off through the plaza to do just that.
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Later, Saint-14 found himself in a nearby Cafe; sitting at a table in a corner (and almost looking comically too big for it) and looking through multiple pamphlets. After talking to various locals, he had been directed to where he could warm up and find the information he would need. Some info was very interesting - and some shocking. Especially when finding out that this was a different dimension. However the fact he could freely travel between here and his own world via what was called a PINpoint, put him more at ease.
When he came across the info about the Fallen living in the wilds, the Titan surged to his feet, nearly upending the table. He gingerly sat back down after a few moments (and noting the stares) - reading through the pamphlet again while quietly containing his knee jerk fury. Those bastards. After reading about some sort of truce, he crumpled up the paper in his fist before dumping it onto the table in furious disgust.
It took several minutes for him to calm himself, looking down at the other pamphlets on the table. He might as well follow the advice that he had read in one of them. He uttered a deep sigh, speaking up to the groups of people moving through the cafe at large.
“How far are you willing to go, to fight for the places and people that you love?” He spoke up, feeling kind of strange for just randomly speaking up to no one in particular. Despite his intimidating appearance, the deep voice coming out of the crested helmet was warm and kind; very heavily laced with a Russian accent. “Are you willing to stand up and defend your home and protect it?”
[[ooc: Russian translation: "Oh my god. Where the hell am I?"]]
With a rustle of plate armor, Saint-14 sat up and looked around. He was currently sitting in a snowbank in what appeared to be a wooded area. Bewildered, his helmeted head looked this way and that as he tried to figure out where he was. It definitely wasn't where he was before. Wherever this was, it was heading into evening, and it was cold and snowing. Looking up instantly told him that he wasn't in the Last City, for there was no sign of the looming shape of the Traveler up above him.
Instantly wary, the Titan levered to his feet, straightening to his formidable height. Last he recalled, he had been in the Tower Hanger...how did he get here? He tried opening communications but received no signal. His Ghost apparently was as flummoxed as he was. The most important thing was that there weren't any nearby threats.
Not bothering to unsling the large shotgun on his back, Saint strode off through the snow. There appeared to be some sort of path, so perhaps he was near a settlement.
Saint stood on the edge of the plaza, staring at the large assortment of partially snow covered couches, benches and tables. Large vidscreens were playing videos and playing announcements by the looks of it. There were people walking about of various shapes and sizes...and species that he didn’t recognize.
”Bozhe moi…” He muttered. “Gde ya, chert voz'mi?” It was only the fact that no one was trying to kill him or each other, that he didn’t pull his weapon. In fact, people were just going about their business as if nothing was amiss.
Once again, the Titan found himself far from home. After being in the Infinite Forest for so long, it was nice to find himself in a place that wasn’t a constant fight for survival. Next step would obviously be, ask around and find out where he was and find a place to warm up and regroup. Not paying any mind to the snow covering parts of his armor, Saint strode off through the plaza to do just that.
Later, Saint-14 found himself in a nearby Cafe; sitting at a table in a corner (and almost looking comically too big for it) and looking through multiple pamphlets. After talking to various locals, he had been directed to where he could warm up and find the information he would need. Some info was very interesting - and some shocking. Especially when finding out that this was a different dimension. However the fact he could freely travel between here and his own world via what was called a PINpoint, put him more at ease.
When he came across the info about the Fallen living in the wilds, the Titan surged to his feet, nearly upending the table. He gingerly sat back down after a few moments (and noting the stares) - reading through the pamphlet again while quietly containing his knee jerk fury. Those bastards. After reading about some sort of truce, he crumpled up the paper in his fist before dumping it onto the table in furious disgust.
It took several minutes for him to calm himself, looking down at the other pamphlets on the table. He might as well follow the advice that he had read in one of them. He uttered a deep sigh, speaking up to the groups of people moving through the cafe at large.
“How far are you willing to go, to fight for the places and people that you love?” He spoke up, feeling kind of strange for just randomly speaking up to no one in particular. Despite his intimidating appearance, the deep voice coming out of the crested helmet was warm and kind; very heavily laced with a Russian accent. “Are you willing to stand up and defend your home and protect it?”
[[ooc: Russian translation: "Oh my god. Where the hell am I?"]]
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skekGra was once the Conqueror, and his old skills haven't completely left him in the hundreds of trine since he was banished from the Order of the Crystal and declared Heretic by the other Skeksis. However, he doesn't fight, partly to protect urGoh. Their link meant that, if skekGra was reckless, he would be risking the Mystic's life. He also chose to lay down his weapons as part of rejecting his old identity as one of skekSo's enforcers.
"I'm helping animals, and maybe people, too, leave my planet for their own protection. War came to Thra, and the planet's becoming poisoned by an enemy urGoh and I cannot stop. I'm defending them as best I can without picking up weapons myself."
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Like most from his world, the Titan wasn't used to non-humanoids that weren't hostile. So this was definitely a new experience. If it wasn't for his many many years of discipline and training, he probably would have had a weapon in hand by now as a precaution. But it was that same experience that told him that this creature did not want to fight. The crested helm tilted slightly as he simply listened; keeping very still and his hands visible on the table while the creature continued speaking. His fingers curled inwards in a restless gesture - but otherwise remained relaxed.
"There is nothing wrong with being in a more supportive role." He said after a few moments of stunned silence. "In fact, those on the frontlines like I am are appreciative of it." Always expressive with his hands, he placed one on his chest and inclined his head slightly. "I am a Titan. We are those that stand between the foe and the last refuge of humanity." He rapped his knuckles on his chest plate slightly for emphasis. "It is our solemn duty to fight for those that cannot."
Saint was quiet for another few moments as he pondered how to ask his next question. "I mean no offense...but ah...what are you?" He had read that beings from all over the multiverse came here - including from other worlds. This fellow obviously came from another such world in another universe. The Titan didn't have much of a hard time grasping that concept, considering how much time he had spent in the Infinite Forest.
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skekGra doesn't know Saint well, but he already likes him. He likes most people, but there's something about Guardians he respects even as a creature of darkness at heart. Maybe it's their dedication to protecting their home universe, even in the face of difficult odds. He can respect that. While he's dedicated to civilian life, occasional work in Thra aside, fighters who can protect the Nexus are all the more important.
"I know a little about your world, and only a little about your enemies. Your world sounds like a troubled one, too." skekGra scrapes a clawed foot on the ground. "While I am a better Skeksis and have been for hundreds of trine, I'm afraid my past is far from spotless. So I'm not sure how much I am allowed to judge your foes for their actions. However, it's good that your people are here to keep the peace between them and us, and this place is a welcome place if you want to rest from fighting."
The Heretic appreciates it himself, even if the Nexus isn't completely free of potential dangers and problems. It's a better place to live at the moment than Thra, and it's easier for him to move animals and plants to relative safety.
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"Yes, it is." He said in agreement with a wry chuckle. "Heh, if it is any consolation - Guardians do not have a spotless past either. What matters is how we have grown into what we are today." He rapped his knuckles slightly on the table for emphasis. After a couple moments of thought, the Titan gestured at the chair across from him. "Come and sit, friend. What is your name?"
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"I am skekGra the Heretic." The Skeksis gets into the chair, a little awkward between his size and his tail. He eventually drapes it around the side. He eagerly looks up to the armored Guardian, not in the least bit intimidated. "And you are?"
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"I'm Saint-14. I only just arrived ah...by accident and rather suddenly." He reached out a large hand across the table, then wondered if the Skeksis was familiar with the Earth greeting of shaking hands.
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"I know the non-humans in your universe aren't friendly," says skekGra. He remembers the way Katiri talked about aliens in her home world - though to him, humans are alien. "You can be sure that in the Nexus the Fallen of House Winter are the exception, not the rule, when it comes to alien visitors."
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skekGra spoke up, catching his attention and pulling him from his thoughts. "Hm, da - any extra-terrestrials we have been in contact with are hostile." He confirmed with a slow nod. He uttered a displeased grunt at the mention of house winter. "Well considering you didn't try to kill me or others when you came in here, I figured you were not hostile." He muttered after a moment. Still didn't mean he trusted yet though. He had seen too much atrocities over the years.
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"We have an anti-violence field here protecting us most of the time, or I'm afraid things wouldn't be so peaceful," says the Skeksis. There are too many strong personalities and powerful beings here for that, he suspects. "But the different species you'll see get along here. Mostly. Even Skeksis!" He hasn't seen another Skeksis here himself, but he can think of some the Nexus would appeal to, for different reasons.
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The anti-violence field was another thing he had read about but hadn't had a chance to test yet. It was an intriguing notion but one he wasn't sure if he could trust. He chuckled slightly at the Skeksis's words. "Well that's one good thing at least. It's a nice break to be in a place that's not full of creatures trying to kill you."
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He gives a soft trill as he thinks. "The Guardian I met was Katiri. Her Ghost was named Luce. I don't know them well, but they were friendly to me. She told me a little about her world, and I told her a few things about mine. Both of our worlds are troubled ones - my own kind, the Skeksis, are the cause of the problems in Thra."
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At the name of the other Guardian, Saint straightened a little in surprise. "Ah! I know this Guardian and Ghost. She's a warlock. Hm! I didn't know she was here. She was assisting me back at the Tower."
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skekGra chuckles, his tail draped on the ground. "There's plenty of you Guardians here. I've only seen most of them, but she's the first I talked to."
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After studying skekGra for a few moments, he inclined his head. "I'd like to know your perspective on this place. How long have you been here? I only know the basic information I have read in these papers..." He gestured at the pamphlets on the table.
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The Heretic turns to Saint's question. "I'm newer here myself. The Nexus is...different from Thra. Harsher winters. Fewer gelflings, more humans, and creatures I've never seen before. The anti-violence field that protects the areas where most people live isn't so strong in the Wilds. There are predators besides the Fallen who live there, so I would be careful." He's never actually met a predator himself, but they have to be out in the Wilds. skekGra can only imagine what lurks out there.
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"Gelflings. I am guessing they are a species from your world?" He wondered curiously, taking note of skekGra's words and filing away the information. He was definitely curious about this anti-violence field and how it worked. It wasn't as strong out in the Wilds? Hm...
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skekGra continues his explanation to Saint, his tail twitching under his robes.
"Skeksis are dark. We have the urSkeks' passion and ambition, but also their potential for cruelty. The Mystics are their light half, with creativity and goodness but no will to use them." The Heretic raised a clawed hand. "But! Thra chose myself and my Mystic counterpart to recieve a vision - the Mystics and Skeksis need to become one again."
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"Hm...do you remember this time? Why would these urSkeks break this crystal?" He asked curiously. To have an entity split apart like that and create two separate species....that was pretty wild. But then so was being raised from the ancient dead to fight against the Darkness.
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While he didn't remember the murderer, skekGra has some suspects. He thinks it was skekSo who broke the Crystal and caused the Darkening in the first place. While most Skeksis weren't always as bad as they became some, like skekNa and skekSil, were always evil, the only difference between the two that skekNa never truly hid it. The two despised each other, of course.
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"Hm...that is unfortunate." He murmured. "Is there any way to repair the damage that has been done?" He wondered if the initial reasons for this 'experimentation' on the crystal was innocent curiosity or something more malicious.
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"The Crystal has to be healed, and the Mystics and Skeksis become one again. That's the only way things can be made right again in Thra. A Gelfling must do repair the crystal and fix what was broken. The Skeksis and the Darkening have to be stopped."
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