I do still float where I can, usually out in the wastes; it's just not 100% of the time. It felt a little silly, doing it indoors or in the middle of a city crowd. I thought it sensible to blend in a bit.
someone's got to, if you're going to be some boots-wearing /new/ lune.
[ She kids! It's probably for the best. Even on the Continent Lune wasn't floating constantly, and Sciel wonders how she'd avoided cuts and the like so effectively.
(Healing magic, probably.) ]
i'd be floating all the time if i could. it always looked like so much fun. besides, i'm not sure it's possible for you to look silly. though i might dare you to try.
really? because the last thing we were doing before i was brought here was fighting. a [ what are they called ] veilleur? it'd gotten me with some blight and i blacked out. i assume you didn't cart my unconscious body around, playing gestral games, after that. which means...what?
[ They'd been pulled from slightly different times. But obviously neither had noticed the absence of the other... ]
[ Oh, interesting. They’d taken this part for granted without even realising it, but the disjoint is starting to make the whole issue of timelines and multiverses sound a little more plausible. ]
Hm. No, we didn’t. And similarly, then, I’m assuming that you don’t remember me disappearing from the beach earlier.
Do you remember the axons? Both of them?
[ Putain, are they even from the same world after all -- ]
[ Time to be straightforward, and stop being coy. Even if it ruins the playful jovial mood behind this conversation, and her stomach feels sick typing out some of this. But she has to be absolutely certain. ]
Yes.
We'd taken down Visages and Sirène. We found the corpse of another axon in Old Lumière; the Hauler. We also found a journal mentioning that Verso is the son of that white-haired man, Renoir.
[ They're on the same page with all of that, then. And it is a relief, though the whole thing does leave a small knot of uncertainty in the pit of her stomach, as if there could be some crucial difference in their experiences still waiting to be discovered that might leap out to surprise and disarm them.
This new world affords her incredible freedom, but so too has it imparted...uncharacteristic worries. Occasionally. ]
that's all the same as i remember it. though i'll correct one thing: /you/ took down sirène.
[ Sciel knows, and will admit if asked, that the Axon would have been able to effortlessly unravel her with the vision of Pierre and their daughter had Lune not powered through the illusions. ]
if you're not too tired after your meeting tonight, we should fill in the rest of the blanks in person. just to make sure there's nothing else. yeah?
Perfect. I'll bring pen and paper so we can write it all down. And after, we can run the list by Verso to see if his experiences also align.
[ It might entail metaphorically catching the man in a butterfly net and forcing him to discuss the things he never seems to want to discuss, but it'll be worth it.
When Lune gets home, the women do sit down and go over the timelines, meticulous, step-by-step, doing their best to see where the memories can be superimposed over each other, ensuring there isn't any point of divergence which could catch them wrongfooted later.
And when Sciel cheekily asks if she remembers the Crooked Tower and what happened after, Lune feels her face flush as she has to mutter in embarrassment that, yes, that happened,
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I do still float where I can, usually out in the wastes; it's just not 100% of the time. It felt a little silly, doing it indoors or in the middle of a city crowd. I thought it sensible to blend in a bit.
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[ She kids! It's probably for the best. Even on the Continent Lune wasn't floating constantly, and Sciel wonders how she'd avoided cuts and the like so effectively.
(Healing magic, probably.) ]
i'd be floating all the time if i could. it always looked like so much fun.
besides, i'm not sure it's possible for you to look silly. though i might dare you to try.
[ Because it'd be funny :) ]
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[ ok so maybe that's part of the reason she did it so often back home ]
Didn't help me with the gestral beach, though. Still fell arse-over-teakettle there, right before I arrived here.
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— Wait. ]
hang on.
"the gestral beach?"
which gestral beach?
just choosing the one which made me oocly leave the beaches and never return
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really? because the last thing we were doing before i was brought here was fighting.
a [ what are they called ] veilleur?
it'd gotten me with some blight and i blacked out.
i assume you didn't cart my unconscious body around, playing gestral games, after that. which means...what?
[ They'd been pulled from slightly different times. But obviously neither had noticed the absence of the other... ]
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Hm. No, we didn’t. And similarly, then, I’m assuming that you don’t remember me disappearing from the beach earlier.
Do you remember the axons? Both of them?
[ Putain, are they even from the same world after all -- ]
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[ If Lune had up and vanished, it would've been-...well. The end of the Expedition. ]
yes. it was on the way to the monolith with the barrier breaker that we fought the veilleur.
[ That's good. But...what else might be different? ]
you remember what we found in old lumiere?
and what happened at the cliffs?
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Yes.
We'd taken down Visages and Sirène. We found the corpse of another axon in Old Lumière; the Hauler. We also found a journal mentioning that Verso is the son of that white-haired man, Renoir.
And Renoir killed Gustave.
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This new world affords her incredible freedom, but so too has it imparted...uncharacteristic worries. Occasionally. ]
that's all the same as i remember it.
though i'll correct one thing: /you/ took down sirène.
[ Sciel knows, and will admit if asked, that the Axon would have been able to effortlessly unravel her with the vision of Pierre and their daughter had Lune not powered through the illusions. ]
if you're not too tired after your meeting tonight, we should fill in the rest of the blanks in person.
just to make sure there's nothing else. yeah?
🎀
[ It might entail metaphorically catching the man in a butterfly net and forcing him to discuss the things he never seems to want to discuss, but it'll be worth it.
When Lune gets home, the women do sit down and go over the timelines, meticulous, step-by-step, doing their best to see where the memories can be superimposed over each other, ensuring there isn't any point of divergence which could catch them wrongfooted later.
And when Sciel cheekily asks if she remembers the Crooked Tower and what happened after, Lune feels her face flush as she has to mutter in embarrassment that, yes, that happened,
which, she probably deserved that reminder. ]