[For those they can yet save, indeed. It earns a wider smile from Urianger before the topic changes entirely.]
'Twould be an endeavor of great effort on her part, laboring to hold us hither while in tandem taking every opportunity to forestall our comrades' approach.
This, of course, doth not include the additional variable of those trapped here with us- most from stars beyond our own.
[It's not entirely out of the realm of possibility from what he's seen Meteion be capable of, but hmmm.]
Precisely. While the effects of our awakening have all matched, I've met very few mentioning anything like the End of Days beforehand.
If she believes us to be truly out of the way in our state, then I'd question the need for her to continue the charade. [If Urianger was correct in Thancred's life being forfeit for a purpose, why wouldnt have Meteion simply undone the changes that sacrifice had made, had she deemed it enough of a threat? If she wouldn't go to those lengths then, then why convolute them now?]
It's not as though we know how to properly test if what led us here was even dynamis in the first place. An echoing feeling isn't much to go off of.
[He nods along in agreement with Thancred's assessment.]
From what I gathered while I was on Ultima Thule, she could do naught to stop us once we had overcome a trial. She could unmake us, but a path forward would appear nevertheless. Verily, I suspect another force is at play.
[And now that the subject has come up...]
An echoing feeling... Thou speakest of the nature of our arrival? What didst thou experience, in detail?
[He hums his affirmative, taking a second to collect his thoughts. To put a firm divider between the emotional and the practical felt as easy as ever, even now. Let the discomfort loom over his shoulder, and never give it the attention to dig in its claws further.
Not his best habit. But it's an easy one. Let the mind drift to problem solving, and leave all else behind.]
...You recall the last memories I had, yes?
What firm desires that still sat in my mind, just in those moments... I remember them repeated back to me. Pulled and distorted. Not quite a dream or voice, in the way of our dear G'raha, but a message all the same. Echoed, just the same as I'd felt in my own soul.
Nothing but muddied feelings after that. The messy, suffocating sort, the way grief tends. But even so... [A hand loosely lays low against his sternum, against the lingering ache of his ribs.] One of them felt odd.
[Thancred no!! Alas, Urianger is also descending into business mode... Old habits will never die for these long-standing scions.
He listens to Thancred's account, and by the time he's finished, he too finds himself with a hand upon his chest. It really brings those feelings right back to him like a terrible memory. Thancred definitely isn't the only one who experienced all of this. When he reaches that last, odd feeling, Urianger fills in the gap.]
...a hunger, pervasive and overwhelming in its ferocity.
As did mine, though it was a most unsettling sensation. Never have I felt anything quite like it.
[And, like Thancred, he's done the whole "being forcibly pulled into another world" thing before. Maybe it has to do with the fact that they didn't leave bodies behind this time? Far too early to tell.]
I am fine, for the time being. Though I am indeed concerned for the fates of our companions. The last I felt of Y'shtola was on Ultima Thule, as we gave ourselves to forge a path for the others. As everything faded into the blackness of the void, only that message could be heard.
...One has to wonder if something else truly is out there, waiting in all that fog.
[Whether it be Meteion, some residual effect of dynamis on their drifting souls... or something else. And the idea of something plucking them from their places like fruit from a tree is not a pleasant one to feel grow like vines through his chest...
He exhales firmly. If only the end goal were in sight with his own eyes. But they'd toasted to as much before their departure, hadn't they? To victory, their comrades, and the fate of the star.
To surviving. Somehow. Somehow.]
...
We'll learn no more of the others or our predicament by standing idle, at least.
I'll do what I can for further reconnaissance, though I make no promises. In the meantime... perhaps piecing together the stories of the others here will be a good enough starting point.
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'Twould be an endeavor of great effort on her part, laboring to hold us hither while in tandem taking every opportunity to forestall our comrades' approach.
This, of course, doth not include the additional variable of those trapped here with us- most from stars beyond our own.
[It's not entirely out of the realm of possibility from what he's seen Meteion be capable of, but hmmm.]
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If she believes us to be truly out of the way in our state, then I'd question the need for her to continue the charade. [If Urianger was correct in Thancred's life being forfeit for a purpose, why wouldnt have Meteion simply undone the changes that sacrifice had made, had she deemed it enough of a threat? If she wouldn't go to those lengths then, then why convolute them now?]
It's not as though we know how to properly test if what led us here was even dynamis in the first place. An echoing feeling isn't much to go off of.
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From what I gathered while I was on Ultima Thule, she could do naught to stop us once we had overcome a trial. She could unmake us, but a path forward would appear nevertheless. Verily, I suspect another force is at play.
[And now that the subject has come up...]
An echoing feeling... Thou speakest of the nature of our arrival? What didst thou experience, in detail?
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Not his best habit. But it's an easy one. Let the mind drift to problem solving, and leave all else behind.]
...You recall the last memories I had, yes?
What firm desires that still sat in my mind, just in those moments... I remember them repeated back to me. Pulled and distorted. Not quite a dream or voice, in the way of our dear G'raha, but a message all the same. Echoed, just the same as I'd felt in my own soul.
Nothing but muddied feelings after that. The messy, suffocating sort, the way grief tends. But even so... [A hand loosely lays low against his sternum, against the lingering ache of his ribs.] One of them felt odd.
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He listens to Thancred's account, and by the time he's finished, he too finds himself with a hand upon his chest. It really brings those feelings right back to him like a terrible memory. Thancred definitely isn't the only one who experienced all of this. When he reaches that last, odd feeling, Urianger fills in the gap.]
...a hunger, pervasive and overwhelming in its ferocity.
[He looks to Thancred for confirmation.]
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[Foreboding, but good to know that it wasn't limited to just himself.]
...How are you feeling? [yknow, get the interrogation off him for a second] Did you sense Y'shtola with you at all before you woke?
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[And, like Thancred, he's done the whole "being forcibly pulled into another world" thing before. Maybe it has to do with the fact that they didn't leave bodies behind this time? Far too early to tell.]
I am fine, for the time being. Though I am indeed concerned for the fates of our companions. The last I felt of Y'shtola was on Ultima Thule, as we gave ourselves to forge a path for the others. As everything faded into the blackness of the void, only that message could be heard.
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[Whether it be Meteion, some residual effect of dynamis on their drifting souls... or something else. And the idea of something plucking them from their places like fruit from a tree is not a pleasant one to feel grow like vines through his chest...
He exhales firmly. If only the end goal were in sight with his own eyes. But they'd toasted to as much before their departure, hadn't they? To victory, their comrades, and the fate of the star.
To surviving. Somehow. Somehow.]
...
We'll learn no more of the others or our predicament by standing idle, at least.
I'll do what I can for further reconnaissance, though I make no promises. In the meantime... perhaps piecing together the stories of the others here will be a good enough starting point.
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[And they will find a way. They've proven themselves far more than capable. Not even the end of the universe is beyond their reach.
One step at a time, however. Even if it's a small step, it's something.]
I agree. Let us reconvene after we've learned more of our surrounds and those with us. I will do what I can.