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expiationlogs2025-02-19 09:46 am
endcaller) wrote in expiationlogs2025-02-19 09:46 am
Idle Chatter About The Apocalypse
Who: Fandaniel, Viktor (Warrior of Light)
Where: The Aetherochemical Research Facility
What: A mad Ascian learns what happened to his world after he died. Drama ensues.
Warnings: Major spoilers for FFXIV through Endwalker. Usual Fandaniel warnings for suicidal ideation/references, nihilism, despair, talk of a literal apocalypse. Please use discretion when reading
[The gleaming facade of the Aetherochemical Research Facility's entryway juts out of the farmland at impossible angles. Underground, the rest of the great structure that had once clung to the underbelly of the Flagship like a parasite spirals downward.
Fandaniel stands in the front hall, arms akimbo, staring up at the dancing lights emitted by Marvyn. He tries to keep his mind blank. He tries not to think of sad songs and dark wings the color of his madness. He tries not to think about the vast expanse of nothingness that should have rightly consumed his entire star, himself included. There will be time to unpack that later, once he has more information and can fit the puzzle together.
When he hears footsteps he calls out without turning.]
I trust that is you, hero?
I am so delighted you chose to come.
Tell you what, I shall offer you this chance to kill me where I stand and bring the last chapter of the Final Days to a close. I'll not fight back. Perhaps we will both be lucky and the AI will allow me to remain dead.
Where: The Aetherochemical Research Facility
What: A mad Ascian learns what happened to his world after he died. Drama ensues.
Warnings: Major spoilers for FFXIV through Endwalker. Usual Fandaniel warnings for suicidal ideation/references, nihilism, despair, talk of a literal apocalypse. Please use discretion when reading
[The gleaming facade of the Aetherochemical Research Facility's entryway juts out of the farmland at impossible angles. Underground, the rest of the great structure that had once clung to the underbelly of the Flagship like a parasite spirals downward.
Fandaniel stands in the front hall, arms akimbo, staring up at the dancing lights emitted by Marvyn. He tries to keep his mind blank. He tries not to think of sad songs and dark wings the color of his madness. He tries not to think about the vast expanse of nothingness that should have rightly consumed his entire star, himself included. There will be time to unpack that later, once he has more information and can fit the puzzle together.
When he hears footsteps he calls out without turning.]
I trust that is you, hero?
I am so delighted you chose to come.
Tell you what, I shall offer you this chance to kill me where I stand and bring the last chapter of the Final Days to a close. I'll not fight back. Perhaps we will both be lucky and the AI will allow me to remain dead.
no subject
His lungs draw in a breath, but he quickly deflates as Viktor continues.]
Aye!
'Tis my aim to unearth the truth of this accursed machine and the world of mirrors. [Which Viktor might not know about, but he continues anyway.] To which end, I am modifying the Aetherochemical Research Facility. Instead of focusing their gaze on the Warring Triad, these laboratoriums will study the world around us.
[He's babbling, but he doesn't care. His pale features light up in a grin.]
Would you care to assist me in this endeavor, brave hero? Would you abandon your very understandable hatred of me to find a means of escaping and shutting the Intelligence down once and for all? Or shall we return to our pre-written roles and ah...
....Is "destroy each other" too dramatic a phrase?