[Well! Here you are, snug as bugs in a rug - or like a bunch of captive sardines in a can. All of you have been revived into fresh, new Reliver bodies between your last terrible venture and waking up here, but these models are... flawed, to say the least.
Diluc's model has its full range of emotions, but is prone to lingering on negative feelings. Though his previous injuries no longer exist on this body, he'll experience occasional, temporary bursts of white-hot pain where they once were. The vision in his right eye also flickers now and then, showing him horrific images of imagined scenarios in which he just barely fails to save the people he cares for.
Scien's model has its full range of emotions, but every so often, if he comes into direct contact with a person or holds their gaze, he's forced to experience the weight of their emotions, too. His body also echoes with occasional aches and pains of a life he's only now remembering with greater clarity, as if divine punishment has been biding its time until this moment to greet him.
Dion's model has its full range of emotions, but with a setback: his feelings tend to spike into extremes (sadness becomes grief, annoyance becomes fury, etc). While these spikes don't last long, they're hard to control. His body also sometimes feels as though parts of it are being painfully petrified, though nothing is physically wrong with him and he can move just fine.
Luke's model has its full range of emotions but also what one might call... anxiety. There is a paranoia that seeps into every inch of his body. He cannot focus on the present moment, but rather thinks intensely of both the past and the future. The mistakes he's made, the disasters he's going to encounter. For whatever reason, his cough also hasn't disappeared in this body. Some things truly follow from life to life.
Dahut's model has its full range of emotions, but suffers from indecision. Every choice comes with second-guessing, uncertainty. Is what he's doing correct? Is this in alignment with his goals? Or is he making a choice based off of those pesky emotions? On occasion, his right hand will sometimes move out of sync with his body, as though it has a new life of its own... and it seeks to kill him.
Sheba's model has its full range of emotions, but there is a lack of compassion for others. She struggles to process true consideration for anyone else, except for sudden moments of clarity. At random points, her limbs will fail to obey her, as if they have shattered and the bones have broken apart. The pain sears and she'll lose strength momentarily before putting herself back together.
There's still time yet before the experiment begins. You're free to talk amongst yourselves, though it's obvious you're being watched.]
[Anyway wow hi he's aged a thousand fucking years after the horrors of part 1. He's just blinking in a daze and listening to yet another madman say some wild shit and wondering how he got here.
But more importantly - he knows the Eudora, and he knows the people in this room as his groggy gaze roams over them one by one, still trying to shake the haze away, trying to cope with the weight of all this new trauma.]
We're...
[ON A HORRIBLE ADVENTURE BUT WHY IS THIS ONE SO MUCH WORSE THAN THE LAST.]
sheba lets her gaze sweep over the others in the cell with her. she can remember the eudora more clearly, now; she can remember who these people are and what they've been through together.
she can remember that, up until now, she's never seen more than six people come back from one of these things - though even that has been contained to three on the living side and three on the dead side. still, it brings her a sick, twisted measure of hope. if six is the limit, and there are five others in this cell with her - she re-counts, just to be sure: dahut, diluc, dion, luke, scien - then maybe it wasn't really shouxue she left to die. maybe it wasn't really eunhyuk and viktor they saw tortured after the decision had been made to set rosa and salome free.
maybe, maybe, maybe.
she raises her head sligtly when dahut speaks, then looks away.]
[Imagine they actually were on the CYOA and this was just an enormous 10+ person adventure from hell.
Anyway, Dahut catches her gaze and reflexively shifts like he's trying to move her way but obviously that does not work, so he's just left making a high-pitched frustrated sound.]
Sheba? Are you... ["Okay" well no none of them are, probably.] How is your head feeling?
[her voice trails off and she shakes her head. she can't think of anything to say that isn't just complaining. and while she's lost her capacity to be considerate of others, she doesn't want any of them to think of her as weak.
[SWEET SHEBA. His brow furrows, but he doesn't exactly have any comforting words and can't even offer any comforting gestures, so he lapses into a momentary silence, himself. WHAT CAN HE EVEN DOOO what can literally any of them do, this is awful.]
[ he awakens to a burst of phantom pain in his right hand and shoulder, the entire arm spasming until the sensation subsides just as abruptly. emotions stir next, and then flood as he regains his full consciousness and far too many memories—on archepele and before, eudora and its underbelly, home. (how much more distant that is, now.)
he moves upright to take inventory of his new reliver body, and of his companions in captivity with him. dread coils in his gut, and he can't seem to shake it no matter how he tries. ]
...Are you all right?
[ he inhales tersely, trying to grasp a semblance of logic in the confusion. this must be another anomaly.
[Why are there so many people here HELLO. Dahut is both unhappy and baffled to see five whole other people here, and all of them dead, both unusual for what he assumes is their usual Thursday hell visits. He kicks a leg out a little, trying to look Diluc over.]
Um... I'm remembering things a little better now, at least. Are you okay...?
[ now that i'm done dying, goes back in time to react and peanut gallery. SIX OF THEM... also it's so funny that dahut was the first person that warned diluc icly about deda cyoas, and now they are on one together. ]
I am.
[ well. not really. but now is not the time to be a lil bitch about it. ]
Do you have any idea where we are?
[ OH BOY! but yeah diluc can only assume this is definitely not helly belly. ]
[THIS IS SO FUNNY HELP i love u omo. SIX OF THEM... Also yeah! Happy CYOA, buddy!! The dead truly get to suffer because they can die for fun.
He'll just sort of glance around at the question before frowning and shaking his head, though, which he immediately regrets because he still feels all kinds of physically fucked up.]
[They're currently post-bound so he will have to do this in spirit but Dahut would appreciate it anyway.
He also shakes his head again at that because LISTEN...]
We didn't escape, really... We followed a guiding light out through the portal that led us back to the Helly Belly after we'd helped Monsieur Arthur and Monsieur Gregor.
[Don't you just love when you can't get rid of your TB
Luke doesn't wake gracefully. He launches back into consciousness the same way he did on the Eudora--panicked and violent, overcome with guilt, regret, and pain. His heart races, his mind immediately latching onto what he'd seen before the experiments started, and he'll tear himself apart for failing to save the rest of them later. For now, far above the memories of parted flesh and flayed minds, even above the hatred and betrayal in the eyes of those that had been trapped with them--]
[How could I not pick the most married of all the LIs
Also yeah he probably would do that. The only reason he doesn't throw himself at the walls or something equally mad is because he's hit by a coughing fit that makes him curl up on his side, wracked with pain.
It's hard to breathe, but he's used to that, so he forces out a word anyway.]
[Oh yeah in the chaos of gala I forgot we're strapped to posts WELL in that case he attempts to curl up and fails, that's embarrassing. But at least it means he can just pant here as the pain subsides, his mind frantically trying to sort through all the things he remembers.
Right... he knows Dahut. This is someone he trusts. Someone he's been with for weeks--they've grown to rely on each other, but in a different way than they had at the Institute. He can trust this.
Can't he?
She's home... it wasn't real? Wasn't it? Is this?
He lifts his gaze to Dahut's face, searching for certainty.]
[HELP THAT'S SO SAD sweet Luke you fool. hits him with another post.
Anyway, he will not find 100% certainty here on account of the fact that Dahut is plagued by the exact opposite of that, but he's doing a valiant job at trying to appear certain anyway. At the very least, his memories from his life back home and the Eudora are starting to shine more and more clearly, even though the backdrop of an additional lifetime hasn't faded.]
"What's Thursday" he asks--no jk. He casts his mind back, struggling to break past his extreme otome emotions. Right... the ship. Yes. He knows Dahut from the ship. And Rosa... she's home, isn't she? Safe? So this is...
He glances at the others with them. But in thinking of them--]
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Diluc's model has its full range of emotions, but is prone to lingering on negative feelings. Though his previous injuries no longer exist on this body, he'll experience occasional, temporary bursts of white-hot pain where they once were. The vision in his right eye also flickers now and then, showing him horrific images of imagined scenarios in which he just barely fails to save the people he cares for.
Scien's model has its full range of emotions, but every so often, if he comes into direct contact with a person or holds their gaze, he's forced to experience the weight of their emotions, too. His body also echoes with occasional aches and pains of a life he's only now remembering with greater clarity, as if divine punishment has been biding its time until this moment to greet him.
Dion's model has its full range of emotions, but with a setback: his feelings tend to spike into extremes (sadness becomes grief, annoyance becomes fury, etc). While these spikes don't last long, they're hard to control. His body also sometimes feels as though parts of it are being painfully petrified, though nothing is physically wrong with him and he can move just fine.
Luke's model has its full range of emotions but also what one might call... anxiety. There is a paranoia that seeps into every inch of his body. He cannot focus on the present moment, but rather thinks intensely of both the past and the future. The mistakes he's made, the disasters he's going to encounter. For whatever reason, his cough also hasn't disappeared in this body. Some things truly follow from life to life.
Dahut's model has its full range of emotions, but suffers from indecision. Every choice comes with second-guessing, uncertainty. Is what he's doing correct? Is this in alignment with his goals? Or is he making a choice based off of those pesky emotions? On occasion, his right hand will sometimes move out of sync with his body, as though it has a new life of its own... and it seeks to kill him.
Sheba's model has its full range of emotions, but there is a lack of compassion for others. She struggles to process true consideration for anyone else, except for sudden moments of clarity. At random points, her limbs will fail to obey her, as if they have shattered and the bones have broken apart. The pain sears and she'll lose strength momentarily before putting herself back together.
There's still time yet before the experiment begins. You're free to talk amongst yourselves, though it's obvious you're being watched.]
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But more importantly - he knows the Eudora, and he knows the people in this room as his groggy gaze roams over them one by one, still trying to shake the haze away, trying to cope with the weight of all this new trauma.]
We're...
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sheba lets her gaze sweep over the others in the cell with her. she can remember the eudora more clearly, now; she can remember who these people are and what they've been through together.
she can remember that, up until now, she's never seen more than six people come back from one of these things - though even that has been contained to three on the living side and three on the dead side. still, it brings her a sick, twisted measure of hope. if six is the limit, and there are five others in this cell with her - she re-counts, just to be sure: dahut, diluc, dion, luke, scien - then maybe it wasn't really shouxue she left to die. maybe it wasn't really eunhyuk and viktor they saw tortured after the decision had been made to set rosa and salome free.
maybe, maybe, maybe.
she raises her head sligtly when dahut speaks, then looks away.]
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Anyway, Dahut catches her gaze and reflexively shifts like he's trying to move her way but obviously that does not work, so he's just left making a high-pitched frustrated sound.]
Sheba? Are you... ["Okay" well no none of them are, probably.] How is your head feeling?
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[her voice trails off and she shakes her head. she can't think of anything to say that isn't just complaining. and while she's lost her capacity to be considerate of others, she doesn't want any of them to think of her as weak.
so she says nothing, instead.]
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he moves upright to take inventory of his new reliver body, and of his companions in captivity with him. dread coils in his gut, and he can't seem to shake it no matter how he tries. ]
...Are you all right?
[ he inhales tersely, trying to grasp a semblance of logic in the confusion. this must be another anomaly.
and, it won't end well. ]
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Um... I'm remembering things a little better now, at least. Are you okay...?
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I am.
[ well. not really. but now is not the time to be a lil bitch about it. ]
Do you have any idea where we are?
[ OH BOY! but yeah diluc can only assume this is definitely not helly belly. ]
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He'll just sort of glance around at the question before frowning and shaking his head, though, which he immediately regrets because he still feels all kinds of physically fucked up.]
No... I mean - somewhere in Arpéchéle, I'm guessing, but I've never been here before...
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...Strange.
[ this is definitely not going to end well. ]
How did you manage to escape the last time...?
[ there has to be a way out. ]
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He also shakes his head again at that because LISTEN...]
We didn't escape, really... We followed a guiding light out through the portal that led us back to the Helly Belly after we'd helped Monsieur Arthur and Monsieur Gregor.
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...Ah. I doubt there will be any such luck, here.
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Luke doesn't wake gracefully. He launches back into consciousness the same way he did on the Eudora--panicked and violent, overcome with guilt, regret, and pain. His heart races, his mind immediately latching onto what he'd seen before the experiments started, and he'll tear himself apart for failing to save the rest of them later. For now, far above the memories of parted flesh and flayed minds, even above the hatred and betrayal in the eyes of those that had been trapped with them--]
Rosa--? Rosa--
[Sorry he's feral right now]
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Anyway this is terrible because Dahut can't even reach out but it's probably a good thing he can't reach out because Luke might deck him on reflex.]
She's not here.
[Rather, she'd never been there, he's almost entirely certain, even if memories of his life here beg to differ.]
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Also yeah he probably would do that. The only reason he doesn't throw himself at the walls or something equally mad is because he's hit by a coughing fit that makes him curl up on his side, wracked with pain.
It's hard to breathe, but he's used to that, so he forces out a word anyway.]
Where...
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Back where "home" is for you.
[HE HOPES. HE HOPES!! He's second guessing himself but he doesn't want to show it in case it makes Luke panic more.]
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Right... he knows Dahut. This is someone he trusts. Someone he's been with for weeks--they've grown to rely on each other, but in a different way than they had at the Institute. He can trust this.
Can't he?
She's home... it wasn't real? Wasn't it? Is this?
He lifts his gaze to Dahut's face, searching for certainty.]
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Anyway, he will not find 100% certainty here on account of the fact that Dahut is plagued by the exact opposite of that, but he's doing a valiant job at trying to appear certain anyway. At the very least, his memories from his life back home and the Eudora are starting to shine more and more clearly, even though the backdrop of an additional lifetime hasn't faded.]
It was Thursday, right?
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"What's Thursday" he asks--no jk. He casts his mind back, struggling to break past his extreme otome emotions. Right... the ship. Yes. He knows Dahut from the ship. And Rosa... she's home, isn't she? Safe? So this is...
He glances at the others with them. But in thinking of them--]
Eunhyuk...? [...] Viktor, Shouxue...?
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