THE ADVOCATE ORACLE - A RIP VAN WINKLE IN TIME

[beleos]

Sweet dreams are made of Bliss

As the twilight falls, and bearers begin to tuck in for their evenings on the night of the 15th of March (OOC time) and whether they tuck themselves into bed fully, or simply drift away in the middle of their dinner, work, indulgences, or what have you; bearers will fall into a deep, deep sleep. Perhaps you slump in your chair, or you wrap your arms around a teddy bear, or partner, or cup a precious shard in your sleep, it doesn’t matter, because as you drift away, into a sleep that seems to tug you under like the undertow itself, a question will echo in bearer’s minds: “If given the choice, would you show compassion in the face of adversity?”

It sticks with you, even as you fall into a dreamless sleep. As if it rotates in your mind, over and over, letting you worm over that. You know for certain what it is, that it is the calming, soothing voice of the Oracle, reaching out to you across the ether, telling you – promise you – that if you accept its promise, you will find that the Oracle could be in your hands. That thought leads you to dream of something else – of home, or your loved ones – of what you are fighting this war for. Even as you dream, you feel a presence next to you, and unlike the Harbinger’s winding, rough digging, this is more akin to a friend, who is asking you soft, coaxing questions. Things like: what was your childhood like? What were your friends like? What did you do? You cannot help but think of them, think of your home and your loved ones. Of where you came from, and how it made you what you are.

The advocate seeks to understand you, and where you come from. You can feel it, that overwhelming Acceptance and love from it, even as you reminisce, compelled to answer the multitude of questions, you can feel something building behind you, around you. “Don’t you want them all to understand this?” the impression is given through communion, and you cannot help but answer: yes.

Click your Heels together, Dorothy!

As you awake for the first time, it’s alien, the world that meets you. New smells fill your nostrils, new sights, the gravity is perhaps different than you’ve gotten used to on Kenos, even those slight shifts enough to make the world feel wholly different. You remember the advocate’s words, and it wants you to feel what it feels. Understanding. Compassion, and perhaps there is a sense that doing so would hurt yourself in turn, if you understood too much. That is the advocate’s way, after all, isn’t it?

You feel an inexorable, slight tug in your chest. Something subtle and gentle, the slightest of sensations, that gives you a direction. You know it, your mind only just now comprehending the advocate’s confusing impressions via communion, that there is something of this world’s… Soul/center/heart or whatever word you want to use for it. Something about this world that will help you along your path, and help you with the results you so desire. You know it will not guarantee a victory, but surely it will help. Especially as your numbers dwindle from world to world. You are left with an impression from the Advocate -- if you die, they cannot bring you back. There is apology in this, but alone, one oracle is limited. Only united, can they truly change your fate.

The lingering presence of the advocate starts to fade. You know this is a bearer’s world, if not your own. You look around, to see perhaps a familiar face nearby? Or perhaps you are alone. Does it matter? You know that this place belongs to a bearer, but whether they are a friend or an enemy, one has to begin to determine that. You’ll need your wits, you’ll need your strength and resolve to make it to the end of this, won’t you?

After all, as bearers were recently reminded: this is War. This is not simply the fate of this world, but perhaps all, as it will require you to find the answer to this question. So you start to move, you start to look around, explore, and search. For the soul of each world, for the bearers that lie dreaming within, and your foes that will seek you out. Stay steadfast, for the way out will come, if you make it to the end. The longer you spend in each world, however, the more the shadows look darker, and deeper. Hungrier. The more the spaces seem smaller or compressed. As if there is something gnawing away at the sides, making their way to the heart.

Around the world in 60 seconds 12 hours

When you find yourself at the end, when you close your eyes – only a blink, but it hangs, as if the momentary motion is enough to suspend you into a suspended space before. You can see the two options stretched out before you – metaphysically – the impression of it. A long, long shadow cast over one. As if there is a presence hovering over and above, like waiting jaws, ready to strike. In the other, there remains…nothing. It is not pleasant, it is not comforting, it simply… is. A sense that there is now a lack of anything, almost like it had never existed before.

Does this world have value? You can feel the Advocate ask. Do you want to give them a chance to live? Or does should this world cease, is there nothing here to save?

And though you are compelled, required to answer, you know this question for what it is. Short-sighted. Both, in the end, will lead to its destruction, but which will you choose? Will you allow the world to continue, even with that long shadow cast, like a hungry beast with snapping jaws; or will you erase it from existence and spare it that oncoming apocalypse?

Catch [???] Winks

The last world’s fate decided, bearers float in an endless sea of stars. You can see them all, spread before you. Intermittently, they wink out, swallowed into the darkness, consumed as the shadows, that inky-black nothingness grows ever-larger. It looks upon you, bearers. It is nothing, but you have its attention, and your blood runs cold, your limbs frozen. You cannot move, you cannot speak, you cannot breathe. You feel it, the power of being drawn into it, like it wants to consume you. Like it knows you.

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You gasp, as you startle awake, and open your eyes for the first time in a long time.

CODING

Comments

[wolfish]

[ Yuri brings a hand to his chin and deliberates. With how all of this works being unclear... Well. Best to imagine it works as it would at home.

So he leans on his toes so he can get up close to Dimitri's ear and ask in a hushed, conspirational tone— ]

...What would you say to going around back?

[ Dimitri's capable of sneaking, surely. ]

[hauntedking]

...I suppose we could.

[ He turns his head to murmur to Yuri and then turns for the door. he's trying not to be noticeable, but he is rather large. ]

We'll... need to find the right turn, won't we?

[ But there has to be a rear entrance, surely? ]

[wolfish]

This is my time to shine.

[ He says as much with a wry edge to his smile as they step outside again. The expression is brief, giving way to something more thoughtful as he glances around.

The convenient thing about these boxy buildings is that they reliably have spaces between. ]

There's the ticket.

[ Upon spotting one, he tugs Dimitri's hand and leads him in that direction. They'll just look like a couple stealing some privacy, odds are. ]

[hauntedking]

[ To be fair, they are a couple and they are looking for privacy. Just not for the usual reasons. Dimitri follows, glancing over his shoulder as they step into the shadow of the alley. These buildings do tend to look a bit similar to his eye, which is really the only problem. ]

Around the corner next?

[wolfish]

Look at you, you're a natural.

[ It's only the lightest tease, but it's true that Dimitri's instincts are on the mark. As they round the corner, they find a door at the back of the building. A few crates sit to either side of it, slatted blinds closed against the night.

Yuri ventures up close to the door and listens for any signs of activity. ]

...All's quiet.

[hauntedking]

[ He's surprisingly quiet despite his relative bulk. He pauses there with Yuri, taking in the alleyway and listening. The sound of vehicles and foot traffic is distant but present. He watches as Yuri approaches and then he follows. ]

Do you think it's unlocked?

[ Breaking in seems like a shame, but needs must... ]

[wolfish]

I've got a certain touch, whether it is or isn't.

[ Locktouch, that is. Ashe may find having that ability embarrassing, a mark of his past, but Yuri considers it a convenience. He grasps the door handle and a soft click tells him it had been locked, but now it eases open enough for them to peer inside.

It seems the staff are quite well occupied in the front and with patients, leaving the back room still and devoid of life. Yuri slinks into the room without a sound to have a better look around. ]

[hauntedking]

Useful.

[ Dimitri murmurs. He's not above using sneaky tactics, honestly and he's not that surprised that Yuri knows his way around breaking and entering. He glances over his shoulder and then follows, stepping quietly and slowly. There's not much to be seen here, at least at first. ]

It seems like it's mostly storage...

[ He tries a drawer. More bandages and other miscellaneous items... ]

[wolfish]

That it does. Might not yield anything important, but it still gives us information.

[ They'll know, for instance, what sorts of provisions they should expect to find around here. Yuri opens a cabinet, carefully sifting through its contents with a soft hum. The labels on the bottles are foreign to him, but this is surely medicine. ]

[hauntedking]

I'll keep an eye out, then. Take a look around...

[ Dimitri slides over to the door to keep an eye on the darkened hallway. There's light further down and the sound of voices. Nurses talking with patients, people describing ailments. It's a busy infirmary, apparently! ]

[wolfish]

Let's see then...

[ After finding nothing familiar in the cabinets, Yuri turns to a nearby file cabinet. It may not be ideal to look through documentation, but it may provide them with some sort of lead.

What he finds, over and over, is a particular foreign word. ]

"Oripathy"...? [ Huh. ] Ever heard of that?

[hauntedking]

Oripathy? Doesn't sound familiar.

[ He glances over his shoulder, voice low but carrying. ]

Maybe it's something unique to this world? I'd say we could ask Gavial, but...

[wolfish]

It seems incredibly common. Almost like— [ He hesitates to say it, frowning as the thought. Yet the more he reads, the more certain the impression becomes. ] like the plague.

[ The one that ravaged Faerghus for years. ]

[hauntedking]

...ah.

[ Dimitri frowns. ]

That's possible. If it afflicts these people in the same way... well. That sounds awful.

[wolfish]

It seems they crystallize, somehow. I don't know how it spreads, but so many of these mention the same condition.

[ In that, he's reminded of the fate so many suffered in his village. ]

Seems it's terminal.

[hauntedking]

...that's terrible. And they don't know how to stop it?

[ It sounds absolutely horrific. ]

And I thought our world had problems.

[wolfish]

Strange to think that, for all the many worlds there must be out there, there are afflictions like this.

[ It's a sobering thought, when they know all too well the toll of rampant disease. ]

Best I can tell, they've no remedy.

[hauntedking]

...how awful. And it's widespread? How do they expect to survive...?

[wolfish]

Good question. I suspect we'd have to ask Gavial that, but.

[ He flaps a hand at their surroundings. ]

[hauntedking]

True... maybe some other time. If we have time.

[wolfish]

There may be opportunities. If nothing else, she knows we're not interested in tearing heads off.

[ For now, he slides the filing cabinet door shut. ]

Not much by way of clues... But busy as this place is, we may want to make our exit.

[hauntedking]

True. Let's-

[ There's the sound of a door opening and a light flickers to life down the hall. Dimitri freezes and then looks at Yuri for a moment, gesturing.

Hide! ]

[wolfish]

[ Yuri stills for an instant. Then he quickly looks around to pointing to a side door roughly midway between their positions. He anticipates that it's a broom closet, hastening over to it and only stealing the briefest glance inside before he waves Dimitri over and ducks inside.

It'll be a tight squeeze, no doubt, but they'll both be out of sight. ]

[hauntedking]

[ Dimitri hurries over to join Yuri, ducking in behind him and tugging the door shut. It is a but of a tight squeeze (and also quite dark), but they do fit. He's quiet, hardly daring to breathe as he hears footsteps approach and then the light flicks on in the room, showing underneath the door. ]

[wolfish]

[ They just made it, and fortunately for them, the sound of footsteps doesn't pause in front of the door. Instead, they carry a short distance away, followed by the scrape of the file cabinet scraping open. Yuri listens intently to the muted sounds of papers shuffling, surmising that whoever it is must be seeking out documentation on a particular patient.

After several drawn moments, one drawer scraping shut before another is opened, he places a hand on Dimitri's arm. Hiding can be hard on the nerves, but at least they aren't in the middle of enemy territory. ]