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longestnight2024-06-22 05:43 pm
fromfryingpantofire) wrote in longestnight2024-06-22 05:43 pm
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We got 99 problems (but Chaval aint one) -- Post-Quebec
[Sam had literally only just gotten back to the Pole when more things happened. Which is why, when the comm comes up, there's a large red-tailed hawk on the back of the chair behind him. The hawk turns her head, rearranging Sam's hair slightly.]
[Those that have met Eileen will probably know that it's a nervous gesture.]
I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Miguel beat me at rock, paper, scissors.
[And, really, it was probably going to be one of them that brought it.]
Dan, Miguel, and I went on a mission to Quebec. Chasing rumors of a demonic horse that was kidnapping kids. Supposedly to eat them, but it never got that far.
It's dealt with, now, but not before leaving a disturbing message.
[The comm switches over to a video, obviously taken of the creature's last moments, though he does cut off the end where it melts away.]
I also got Dan to translate, to the best of what I could pronounce, of what it had said before I thought to record it.
[The hawk's preening gets a little more aggressive for a moment as Sam starts flipping through the pages of his ever present notebook and starts reading.]
"You all should run. I'm the nicest thing that crossed through the cracks. They're coming." [A pause, glancing over the next bit.] "Too many cracks. Everything falling apart. Universes like...big ships on the ocean...crash together. Kuk enlists what comes over. He's recruiting the smartest ones. Smarter than me."
[Another pause, then a light bat at the hawk as she catches his ear. Which turns into petting her chest feathers for a moment before continuing.]
This last bit was in the recording, but I'll repeat Dan's translation for those of us who, like me, aren't Francophones. "Those coming through. You've already fought them in the Wilderlands. It's possible they'll remember you. Memory...funny thing, that. And they're not the only ones crossing."
[He sits back, picking up a pen to toy with it.]
We knew a bit of this. I think, though, that we didn't know the scope of it before now. I know some of you were in the Wilderlands. What sorts of things did you have to deal with?
[Those that have met Eileen will probably know that it's a nervous gesture.]
I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Miguel beat me at rock, paper, scissors.
[And, really, it was probably going to be one of them that brought it.]
Dan, Miguel, and I went on a mission to Quebec. Chasing rumors of a demonic horse that was kidnapping kids. Supposedly to eat them, but it never got that far.
It's dealt with, now, but not before leaving a disturbing message.
[The comm switches over to a video, obviously taken of the creature's last moments, though he does cut off the end where it melts away.]
I also got Dan to translate, to the best of what I could pronounce, of what it had said before I thought to record it.
[The hawk's preening gets a little more aggressive for a moment as Sam starts flipping through the pages of his ever present notebook and starts reading.]
"You all should run. I'm the nicest thing that crossed through the cracks. They're coming." [A pause, glancing over the next bit.] "Too many cracks. Everything falling apart. Universes like...big ships on the ocean...crash together. Kuk enlists what comes over. He's recruiting the smartest ones. Smarter than me."
[Another pause, then a light bat at the hawk as she catches his ear. Which turns into petting her chest feathers for a moment before continuing.]
This last bit was in the recording, but I'll repeat Dan's translation for those of us who, like me, aren't Francophones. "Those coming through. You've already fought them in the Wilderlands. It's possible they'll remember you. Memory...funny thing, that. And they're not the only ones crossing."
[He sits back, picking up a pen to toy with it.]
We knew a bit of this. I think, though, that we didn't know the scope of it before now. I know some of you were in the Wilderlands. What sorts of things did you have to deal with?
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[They've seen what is possible in this world. And they're not just fighting Kuk on that front. There's Project Prometheus as well. Which maybe doesn't understand what they're up against, but there's a memorial room that proves they aren't any less of a danger.]
You already gave us an out, Jack. You told us from the start that we didn't have to help you, didn't have to put ourselves on the line. And I'm pretty sure we all basically told you to fuck that. Saving the world...for most of us, it seems to be in our DNA. [Some of them, almost literally.]
I can't promise none of us will die. But we couldn't promise that back home, either. And if we're going to die, it's not going to be without one hell of a fight.