[You're sucked away from whatever you were just doing on the ship and promptly spit out onto a bus, seated on one of the bench seats (either together or separate seats, however you decide.) Outside, you can see your surroundings are dim, all fog and trees.
A young woman sits in the driver's seat, while an imposing man sits near her. Throné has a pocketwatch in her hand, a red clock with a little fire embellishment, that is warm to the touch, and each of you has either an outfit or an accessory signifying your given E.G.O.; they cannot be used at the moment, but you get the feeling that these will be more effective with a buildup of emotion. You also get the sense that it's not without risk. There are also weapons on the bus, if you decide to take a regular one; you're probably going to need it.
Neither the driver nor her companion turn around to greet you, at the moment. The only sound is the thrum of the bus's engine (doesn't that sound more like a train? Well, whatever) and the wind rushing by as you drive.]
[Don't worry about your emotion bars, they're not important right now.
However your confrontation with the False Apple ends-- successful or not, dead or not-- you've felt something from it since you engaged with it. A strange sort of resonance, as if from something you're somehow attuned to, drawn to, that now grows stronger. Overwhelming, almost blinding.
You blink. When you open your eyes, you're standing on a battlefield, just long enough to see it, but not long enough to speak with each other... because after a flash of golden light blinds you for real, forcing your eyes closed against the shine of it--
You open your eyes again, and you're somewhere else.
[After each of these encounters-- you each see the same glowing light. You each feel pulled toward it, drawn into it, either encouraging you on or dragging you forward, whichever the case may be.
intro.
[You're sucked away from whatever you were just doing on the ship and promptly spit out onto a bus, seated on one of the bench seats (either together or separate seats, however you decide.) Outside, you can see your surroundings are dim, all fog and trees.
A young woman sits in the driver's seat, while an imposing man sits near her. Throné has a pocketwatch in her hand, a red clock with a little fire embellishment, that is warm to the touch, and each of you has either an outfit or an accessory signifying your given E.G.O.; they cannot be used at the moment, but you get the feeling that these will be more effective with a buildup of emotion. You also get the sense that it's not without risk. There are also weapons on the bus, if you decide to take a regular one; you're probably going to need it.
Neither the driver nor her companion turn around to greet you, at the moment. The only sound is the thrum of the bus's engine (doesn't that sound more like a train? Well, whatever) and the wind rushing by as you drive.]
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interlude.
However your confrontation with the False Apple ends-- successful or not, dead or not-- you've felt something from it since you engaged with it. A strange sort of resonance, as if from something you're somehow attuned to, drawn to, that now grows stronger. Overwhelming, almost blinding.
You blink. When you open your eyes, you're standing on a battlefield, just long enough to see it, but not long enough to speak with each other... because after a flash of golden light blinds you for real, forcing your eyes closed against the shine of it--
You open your eyes again, and you're somewhere else.
Stay tuned for toplevels.]
throné.
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baiken.
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ichiban.
transition.
Time to keep going.]