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Post by flightlessicarus on Nov 17, 2017 15:53:11 GMT -8
November 17, 2017
(anniversary of the death of Chronos)
Thoren suddenly jolts out of bed, awakened by a terrible dream. Still plugged into a wall outlet, he pauses to gather his thoughts. There was a profound sense of emptiness from that dream, one that if left to fester, could possibly impact the integrity of his soul.
Worried and still irrational, he removes his charging plug and gets out of bed.
He needs to know that she's still here...
As he searches the Eros Machina, Thoren calls out for Raine internally, and externally.
"...Raine?"
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Post by flightlessicarus on Nov 20, 2017 10:42:20 GMT -8
...there was no answer.
the figure that had once shown him love, whatever force had shown him forgiveness and compassion, the very reason for his continued existence,
is gone.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Thoren cries out, the despair growing in his heart.
A lightning storm bursts forth... a blizzard surrounds the vehicle...
...but there is no rain.
Thoren lays on the ground, crying and confused. he isn't entirely even sure why he's crying, but the nagging feeling of something... someone important being completely absent just completely throws him into an intense depression.
...he's probably going to be crying on the floor for a while if nobody reaches him.
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Post by SJmun on Nov 29, 2017 8:16:22 GMT -8
November 14th, 2017
Niki's house
it's dark and quiet at home, both residents sound asleep. Niki, the prince of time, is lost in slumber at this hour of the night.
Suddenly however... somewhere in the project studio, a small object, a round webcam with mechanical wings flicks on. it's wings begin flapping at a very rapid rate, allowing it to fly.
the webcam takes a cursory glance about the room. it's mostly too dark to see much, but there's enough ambient light from the various electronics in the room to chart a path.
thankfully the door wasn't closed all the way. the webcam makes its way to the main room... and then to the fireplace. the coals had been put out hours ago. the webcam flies up into the fireplace, and up the chimney.
it's not too far of a flight to the hangar. a quick search reveals an opening in the ventilation on the roof, small enough for a flying webcam to fly through.
the webcam makes it through, and eventually mazes it's way to the interior.
the webcam spots the transportalizer, and lands long enough to activate it. the webcam is whisked away, towards its next destination...
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Post by flightlessicarus on Dec 20, 2017 20:08:08 GMT -8
December 20th, 2017
Atop the mountain, not too far from the village, a recently built factory of some sort sits there. smoke billows from the smokestacks as large decorative gears turn on the side of the building. strings of lights adorn the perimeter, shining just enough to create the impression of an outline.
Inside of the rather extravagantly decorated factory however, the amount of cheer and brightness is far less. even the heating is minimal, only relying upon the excess heat from the busily operating machines.
From the assembly line, crafts of wood, cloth, and other materials take shape. one by one, the finished products are stored in boxes on pallets, and then filed away in stacks on the other side of the building.
But... this factory was not here a few days ago. Before, the familiar sight of a particular black-painted big rig was all that stood here.
Where has that, and its occupant gone off to? Does this mysterious automated factory hold further secrets within its walls?
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Post by flightlessicarus on Dec 27, 2017 8:00:17 GMT -8
December 27, 2017
Christmas has come and gone. so close to the eve of it all, the factory atop the mountain went up in flames, only put out a "half hour" later. The toys produced, only partially salvaged. One of the Nikis was instructed to gather them two days before... after saving the robotic man inside.
Thoren spent the rest of that night crying. Having forged a connection to Niki, the mage of light, she could feel his sorrow, even as he stood in the wreckage nearly a mile away from her home.
The next day, he was invited to her home, to spend Christmas with Her and her sister. They bonded over music and the surprise that came when the elder of the greenfield family hacked the sound system and made it play an odd remix of wonderwall.
With the toys still in tow, she and Thoren took to the skies with the rocket-sleigh that he had stored in an underground garage. They delivered gifts to all the children in charcherry together.
The next day, they all sat down (with Seth also invited) for a Christmas dinner. Seth complained about all the odd time compression that took place on the mountain that interfered with his timekeeping. Niki, the prince of time, mentioned that Isaac had suffered when he had for caught in it, having a rather acute chronic allergy. Thoren resolved to make it up to him for inflicting such pain in his anger, that is, if he ever decides to show his face near him ever again, considering what he had did.
The next day, Thoren returned to the rubble of his factory to rebuild. not just a cold dark factory, but a home, with a small workshop to the side, which is now actually built up to regulation and not just for his earlier short term desires to become the Santa Claus that the elves deserved. It will likely take him a few days to build, deciding not to use any time compression during construction.
Today, with the exterior built, Thoren is now focusing on the interior...
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Post by flightlessicarus on Jan 20, 2018 13:40:50 GMT -8
January 20th, 2018
Thoren wakes up in a different bed than usual. He has a headache. He reaches behind to unplug himself from the wall. There is no cord protruding from his back. In fact, that's not even his back. He looks at the hands in front of him. Smaller than usual, bitten nails, made of flesh.
It's at this moment that he's shunted to manual breathing. Something he hasn't done for a long time.
He's alive, but in another person's body.
"Siren! Breakfast is ready! ->"
A voice from outside the room.
Niki's voice.
He's in her house.
He must have successfully traded places with Siren while they were both sleeping.
...fuck, that means she's stuck in his robot body up at his place on Mt. Phoenix.
Does she even know how to pilot that thing?
Does he even know how to pilot this vessel? He can't stay in bed like before, especially being this hungry...
Thoren tries to get out of bed, and nearly falls over. There is no foot on the left side. How the fuck does she deal with this?
He does a quick scan of the room. It's much slower than he's used to. It takes a while to figure everything out. He spots a prosthetic leg not too far away. Definitely something to wear.
Thoren carefully scoots to the fake leg on one foot, relying on the impressive balance and muscle memory available to him. He manages to put it on, again relying upon muscle memory. A pair of glasses sit on a side table. He puts them on, hoping to improve his ability to see.
They work enough, but the view is not nearly as sharp as he's used to.
"Siren! Your foods getting cold! You're gonna have to heat it up if you don't get to it! ->" Niki yells once again. Wasn't siren supposed to tell her about this earlier? Did she even know it would happen? Ugh...
Thoren walks over to the closet and thumbs through it. An array of colorful shirts and pants. All quite casual. Decent enough. He spots something particularly nice: a black peacoat. It's at least some sort of reminder of home. He puts it on over a red tee shirt and a pair of black pants.
He then walks out of the room, dressed how he wishes, but in siren's body.
"I-I'm on my way!" There's a certain bottoming out as he tries to access the lower registers of her voice. It's clearly not what he's used to...
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Post by flightlessicarus on Feb 4, 2018 12:24:09 GMT -8
February 4th, 2018
It had been a tiring week for Thoren. Returning to his robotic body had not done much for his mood. With his special someone taken away from him, rest has been hard to come by. Countless hours of confused and distraught sorrow at what he could only assume he once had.
That all changed last night.
While in sleep mode, all of his locked memories became unlocked and unobstifucated.
His dreams were filled with the tender moments he had spent with her. That idealized figure he had longed for, had now regained form and definition.
She was real!
In the morning, still hazy from the rare bliss that had been brought to him in the night, he began searching the house, and if necessary, the Eros Machina in the garage.
She is waiting...
Raine is waiting...
Meanwhile, Seth is running down the gravel road towards the hangar in Charcherry.
He's got a girlfriend to visit.
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Post by powerkitten on Feb 4, 2018 17:00:54 GMT -8
With a sound similar to (but legally distinct from) the TARDIS appearing, two female Players materialize near the town center of Charcherry Town. One of them was a young adult wolf girl in a faded Witch of Time outfit, her blue ears and tail glowing faintly. The other was a young girl, no older than 10, clad in a quite shiny set of feline-themed Iron (Wo)man armor. It was emblazed with the symbols of Hope as well as Prospit, and the glowing lights were only just barely visible. The young girl leaned on her post-reset self for support and seemed to be beyond tired.
"...Looks like we lived, huh Katie?"
"Only by the skin of our fucking teeth. I hope one of these assholes are still hanging around, we need to get you somewhere to sleep."
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Post by flightlessicarus on Feb 4, 2018 19:35:36 GMT -8
Thoren hears a noise from inside the rig. It stops him in his tracks.
...is it... her?
Wasting no time, he switches his vision to infrared heat vision and makes a bee-line to the front door. He follows the nearby heat signature to her bedroom.
Thoren arrives and sees the one he had been longing for. On the floor, but with minimal injury.
"...Raine!" He exclaims.
He rushes to her side and crouches to pick her up off the floor. For some reason, perhaps in being flooded with emotion, he can hardly keep himself steady.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Feb 4, 2018 23:19:52 GMT -8
Overcome with tears of joy, Thoren holds her close.
"I thought you were lost forever... I couldn't access any memories of you for months, and the void in my heart without you was so terrible... I'm so glad you're back again..."
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Post by flightlessicarus on Feb 7, 2018 12:08:26 GMT -8
February 7th, 2018
It's been a couple days since the kats have returned. Thoren explained everything to Raine what had happened in her absence.
The lost memories, the winter storm, the lonely nights alone, Ikelos the Kat of despair, the tireless work on Santa's workshop, the fire and the subsequent rebuilding, the connection, the accidental exorcism, the archive of Fannie's writing, the temporary body swap, the continued despair, everything. (Well, except for the inaccurate metal effigy he built to try — and fail — to replace her. That's packed away in a box in the workshop.)
Efforts have been made to get Raine settled in under this roof. She got a pick of where she wanted to have her bed, and other various belongings.
Thoren has been wondering if they should resume the wedding planning process, but so soon after she's returned seems almost too fast.
Perhaps they should go on a date first. Valentine's Day is just around the corner, after all.
He plans on having a far more romantic first date than Seth's lackluster trip to hot topic, for certain.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Feb 14, 2018 7:31:21 GMT -8
February 14, 2018
A trail of red rose petals can be seen... they seem to be leading towards the dining room...
A rather nice scent is in the air. Is that... cinnamon?
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Post by flightlessicarus on Feb 14, 2018 20:18:51 GMT -8
The trail of rose petals leads straight to the dining room table.
The table (which is a fairly average sized square table, covered by a silky burgundy tablecloth) is topped with carefully arranged plates of various breakfast foods.
A bowl of scrambled eggs glistening with molten cheese, a double drink coaster sized cabin made of breakfast sausages, and a tall stack of cinnamon heart shaped waffles, surrounded by a perimeter of perfectly crispy bacon, and a circle of chocolate covered strawberries.
Two empty plates sit at opposite ends of the table. at one, an empty chair has been pulled out, and at the other, there is Thoren, wearing his dark red tuxedo, waiting patiently with a smile upon his lips.
"Good morning, my love. I'm glad to see you today. I made brunch for the two of us."
The food is all still steaming hot, ready to eat.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Feb 14, 2018 22:22:17 GMT -8
Thoren answers gladly. "Why, it's Valentine's Day."
Detecting her awkward hesitation, he puts a modest amount of the food upon his plate. He pours some syrup over a waffle.
"You look like you've worked up quite an appetite. Eat as much as you wish."
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Post by flightlessicarus on Feb 15, 2018 20:25:43 GMT -8
"Yeah. Time has progressed by quite a bit..." Thoren glances out the window. Though the sunlight shines brightly, frost still covers much of the areas in the shade.
For a moment his thoughts drift to the lonely months he spent on his own, but seeing her there in front of him seems to be keeping him grounded in his thoughts.
"...however, you have remained just as radiant as you were a year before ..." Thoren fondly looks over at Raine as he spoons a blob of cheesy eggs onto his plate. He cuts off a corner of his waffle and eats it.
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