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@ambassadorofthecore
Welcome to the void lore hub.
Did you ever wonder:
"What tags are used for void? So i can either find or avoid them?"
Even if not, congratulations, you will be told anyway.
#coresvoid and #the void tend to be used for almost anything I do.
OOC lore posts are all marked with:
#coresvoid info
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Some characters have earned their own tags, but they are about as consistent as my ability to answer asks.
Have a great whatever time is for you.
Hay Revenant I heard a couple story’s about the library and I was… wondering… what is the worst amount of damage the library has taken?
- @field-agent-aurora
Well, I can think of … 2 times it was just GONE, and one time most of it was gone.
But the worst beating it ever took was the Shard of 15s rebellion; the core chose to deal with it himself. Normally I would not mind that kind of stuff. But well, he seemingly forgot that my floor wasn't an arena and trashed it in the process of dealing with that rogue element. I learned 2 things that day: first, to make backups of every book I care about; the second thing I figured out is that the words "immune to damage" apply only to MOST things.
I had to bargain with the damn wanderer pricks just to get the chance to fill half my shelves again. That stupid snake is stingy as fuck and made me pay extra to copy their books.
Best regards
Rev
[The Realm/Corridor of 1]
The Order of 1s corridors is rather simple in designs. It's a mix of darker steel with a slightly lighter grey rock, the pillar of the rock every 8 meters.
The corridors' roof segment is a mix of these stone supports and the main metal segment, which is quite a bit darker than the walls. With lights in the same exact distances dotted along the area as the pillars.
The floor is perpually clean laminate in a grayish brown, with directional indicators dotted across it and the walls. It's quite hard to get lost here as everything seems to try to make clear where you need to go.
Their infinite corridor is rather wide and tall ... how wide may change depending on how full the current instances of the hallway actually are. From. The small width you find will be around 5 meters while the widest can know practically no limit. In height, it simply sticks to 5 meters and doesn't vary much outside of near some training areas.
Doors can be found about about 15. These portal doors usually lead to room far too big to fit properly into the space.
These door designs may vary quite a lot from where they lead, too, even if they usually have a clear indication of where they lead too. You have blastdoor akin to a bunker for higher security areas, basic heavy metal doors for most. For civil matters and small-scale reports of poor behavior, they have door which look like basic white office doors. Which does make them stick out a lot. They have also earned the rather less polite name of "snitch doors." There is also the famous 'agrue doors' a double door combo of wood, which leads a courtroom that has gotten a little infamous for decently long cases.
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Rooms:
Frankly design wise, these are a mix of meeting rooms, offices, prison cells, baracks, interrogation rooms, and access points to the bar and training areas. The order of 6 rents them.
These rooms follow to some degree the style of the corridors, but usually are less minimalistic and find themselves with both more decorative elements and generally a little more refined.
These vary in shape and size too much to narrow anything really down here. Although round rooms for meeting and square rooms for offices seem to be the rule.
It is to be said that most of these walls aren't made of the actual material but either reinforced either void matter or simply void matter imitating the material or colors in question.
Would you be interested in more of these extensive explanations of the Orders corridors?
Yes, more long word dumps
Please just keep it short
Just move on to another topic.
more details. [Are you high?]
*Novaetine was pacing his office, anxiously waiting for that “meeting” now that the time it was set for was here.*
Where is that dude…what the fuck is this meeting anyhow, how did I get void on my ass?!
*he scratched at his cheek scar, wincing slightly when it broke the skin.*
Well…now I just wait here, I guess…
A man wearing a white suit coat with a fully black suit with slight silvery highlights walks in. He is not wearing his typical shades, and one of his eyes now looks a lot more like a snake's, even as well as being a darker tone of purple than the glow from the other. Though the last few times he was seen, his smile never really seemed to fade, this time his expression was a lot more neutral than before. "Good evening." He didn't sound particularly thrilled to be here himself.
"Before we start, do you mind if I smoke?” The question came a little out of the blue as he found himself a chair to sit on.
Uh- hi. Yeah, you can smoke. I don’t mind.
*He silently shifted his weight, so he was leaning on his desk.*
So uh- why ya here? What did I do?
He takes out a cigarette, pulling it out of a small silver box. On this small silver box there was a logo I couldn't quite get a proper look at yet; the circular shape may let one guess.
He touches the cigarette front with his thumb and index finger, and for a second the firepowers used to light it look eerily familiar.
The flame glowed a very faint purple tinge at the end as he took a drag, and a pure black smoke, more like smog, left his mouth as he exhaled.
"So, you were promised a solution to your problem; the solution wasn't provided. So I am here to provide that solution."
Whatever entity may have the displeasure of residing inside Novaetine now had the exceptional displeasure of experiencing the closeness of their kind could have to a natural predator.
"Secondly, I am here to ask about something simple: do you age? … the question will make more sense in a few seconds."
Ooo-kayyy…..
*he seemed mildly uncomfortable, likely whatever was possessing him being uncomfortable and just kinda projecting it onto him.*
Well for the aging question…kinda? It’s complicated. Like my hairs will gray but I don’t physically age, if that makes sense. Still dunno why. Prolly just because I finished puberty or something.
*or because he wasn’t human.*
"I guess that solves one of the two issues"
He says a little absentmindedly. The eyes were searching for something in the room, even if there was nothing to find.
"I presume I don't need to lecture you on the risks of dating a true immortal, and frankly the core didn't ask me to give you that talk, so I won't bother."
He rolled his eyes and sighed at his own remark.
"Now then, would you be interested in being rid of the pest that clings to you?"
The question wasn't even phrased like a big deal, it was delivered in the same tone you would ask someone if they wanted some coffee.
"After the lockbox, that fool offered you that help, and all that just to enable Lavender's habits; the Order of 0 felt inclined to correct that mistake. By providing a proper fix, should it be needed."
His tone had changed from tired and maybe a little bored to something a little more serious.
Well I mean, the past? Either from a fuck ton of memetics or whatever caused the scars on my face I lost most memories of life before the foundation, I only got snippets.
*he paused, scratching at his cheek scar*
Also, dating? Me and tarn ain’t dating… yet
*he seemed to ever so slightly move away from the other, probably the entity, once again, being uncomfortable.*
Uhm…what kinda cigs are those? I could go for a smoke right now. Really fucking stressed for some reason right now.
"You're dodging around the question. Has that vermin that resides in you burrowed deep enough that you can not keep yourself and it appart?"
His eyes narrow a little, a spark of annoyance appears on his face.
"I don't think you would appreciate the taste of my kind of cigarette."
"Now then, I will ask one last time. Do you want to be separated from the creature that hides inside you, yes or not?"
He was slowly getting impatient
"I may have infinite time, but I would rather not spend it waiting to rip a problem out someone's, soul, or mind. I value even my infinite time slightly more than that."
He closed the different looking eyes, taking another drag from his cigarette, slowly tapping the desk.
"Hey Bossman, aren't you going to celebrate your favorite mon—" The adjutant is promptly tossed out of the void's inner sanctum at full speed, being sent flying.
"NO REGRETS—" is the last most people hear from his as he is tossed through the entire void. ==========[OOC]===========
Lore is coming later; I've been a little too busy for full-on major posts. I am writing something big atm. (+ work)
Considering you also travel dimensions, have you encountered the void yet? They seem to know of you atleast.
I have only fallen in the space between Ways once. When I was young, twenty-two, I had been working on forming and locating Ways in unfamiliar areas. Now I know of the safety risks in doing such, how it should never be resorted to besides life or death escapes, but I found it interesting, and acted without thinking. My flesh nearly had just about melt off. It is wasn’t for a sister hearing my call, I don’t think I would have lived.
The void knows of all, doesn’t it? My name, our name, is notorious. As much as it displeases me to admit, I have met few who have not at least heard of an L.S., and I am sure the void knows more than the average Wanderer.
Oh, it looks like we got mentioned again. Excuse people being nosy. We intend to preserve the current relations between the library and ourselves, keeping them at neutral. This decision is also fueled by a decent amount of respect you have garnered from our leadership over your unique situation and achievement of getting into that position in the first place. Feel free to disregard any questions regarding us. We wish you an enjoyable [locational time].
Best regards,
Watchpoint
Order of 1, Sliver
I see now that ‘The Void’ is an actual organization. My mistake.
My personal opinion of you will hardly affect your relationship with the Library as a whole. I am not any staff, let alone one strong enough to change that, such as the Head Archivist. Do not concern yourself.
Although, and I want to make this very clear, I will not be disregarding any questions, regardless of your relevance. I am honest in all ways beyond personal, meaningless details. Knowledge is made to be shared.
Your people are not for burning books, are they? I do not know much about you, but such words may dampen this relationship with the Library you claim to wish to maintain. Not my concern, though.
Depending on whom you ask, I am sure you can find some of ours who burned tons of things. Considering who they used to work for, I am sure the irony would not be lost on you. Void is made up of so many ex-GOIs; you can find some bookburners if you want to or not. Some of those who used to Wander have joined us over the years as well. We simply wanted to offer the chance to spare yourself the trouble of trying to answer questions about a group not known to this instance of you that doesn't know it either.
As for the head librarian and head archivist, they do not get along very well; they have a long-standing grudge. Thus, we simply wished to make clear that we have no intentions of bothering you more than necessary. Though, should the head archivist no longer hold their grudge against Revanent, our head archivist. We would be more than happy to share library access again.
Best regards, "Bookwyrm" Order of 9, Fragment
*Novaetine was pacing his office, anxiously waiting for that “meeting” now that the time it was set for was here.*
Where is that dude…what the fuck is this meeting anyhow, how did I get void on my ass?!
*he scratched at his cheek scar, wincing slightly when it broke the skin.*
Well…now I just wait here, I guess…
A man wearing a white suit coat with a fully black suit with slight silvery highlights walks in. He is not wearing his typical shades, and one of his eyes now looks a lot more like a snake's, even as well as being a darker tone of purple than the glow from the other. Though the last few times he was seen, his smile never really seemed to fade, this time his expression was a lot more neutral than before. "Good evening." He didn't sound particularly thrilled to be here himself.
"Before we start, do you mind if I smoke?” The question came a little out of the blue as he found himself a chair to sit on.
Uh- hi. Yeah, you can smoke. I don’t mind.
*He silently shifted his weight, so he was leaning on his desk.*
So uh- why ya here? What did I do?
He takes out a cigarette, pulling it out of a small silver box. On this small silver box there was a logo I couldn't quite get a proper look at yet; the circular shape may let one guess.
He touches the cigarette front with his thumb and index finger, and for a second the firepowers used to light it look eerily familiar.
The flame glowed a very faint purple tinge at the end as he took a drag, and a pure black smoke, more like smog, left his mouth as he exhaled.
"So, you were promised a solution to your problem; the solution wasn't provided. So I am here to provide that solution."
Whatever entity may have the displeasure of residing inside Novaetine now had the exceptional displeasure of experiencing the closeness of their kind could have to a natural predator.
"Secondly, I am here to ask about something simple: do you age? … the question will make more sense in a few seconds."
Ooo-kayyy…..
*he seemed mildly uncomfortable, likely whatever was possessing him being uncomfortable and just kinda projecting it onto him.*
Well for the aging question…kinda? It’s complicated. Like my hairs will gray but I don’t physically age, if that makes sense. Still dunno why. Prolly just because I finished puberty or something.
*or because he wasn’t human.*
"I guess that solves one of the two issues"
He says a little absentmindedly. The eyes were searching for something in the room, even if there was nothing to find.
"I presume I don't need to lecture you on the risks of dating a true immortal, and frankly the core didn't ask me to give you that talk, so I won't bother."
He rolled his eyes and sighed at his own remark.
"Now then, would you be interested in being rid of the pest that clings to you?"
The question wasn't even phrased like a big deal, it was delivered in the same tone you would ask someone if they wanted some coffee.
"After the lockbox, that fool offered you that help, and all that just to enable Lavender's habits; the Order of 0 felt inclined to correct that mistake. By providing a proper fix, should it be needed."
His tone had changed from tired and maybe a little bored to something a little more serious.
*Novaetine was pacing his office, anxiously waiting for that “meeting” now that the time it was set for was here.*
Where is that dude…what the fuck is this meeting anyhow, how did I get void on my ass?!
*he scratched at his cheek scar, wincing slightly when it broke the skin.*
Well…now I just wait here, I guess…
A man wearing a white suit coat with a fully black suit with slight silvery highlights walks in. He is not wearing his typical shades, and one of his eyes now looks a lot more like a snake's, even as well as being a darker tone of purple than the glow from the other. Though the last few times he was seen, his smile never really seemed to fade, this time his expression was a lot more neutral than before. "Good evening." He didn't sound particularly thrilled to be here himself.
"Before we start, do you mind if I smoke?” The question came a little out of the blue as he found himself a chair to sit on.
Uh- hi. Yeah, you can smoke. I don’t mind.
*He silently shifted his weight, so he was leaning on his desk.*
So uh- why ya here? What did I do?
He takes out a cigarette, pulling it out of a small silver box. On this small silver box there was a logo I couldn't quite get a proper look at yet; the circular shape may let one guess.
He touches the cigarette front with his thumb and index finger, and for a second the firepowers used to light it look eerily familiar.
The flame glowed a very faint purple tinge at the end as he took a drag, and a pure black smoke, more like smog, left his mouth as he exhaled.
"So, you were promised a solution to your problem; the solution wasn't provided. So I am here to provide that solution."
Whatever entity may have the displeasure of residing inside Novaetine now had the exceptional displeasure of experiencing the closeness of their kind could have to a natural predator.
"Secondly, I am here to ask about something simple: do you age? … the question will make more sense in a few seconds."
*Novaetine was pacing his office, anxiously waiting for that “meeting” now that the time it was set for was here.*
Where is that dude…what the fuck is this meeting anyhow, how did I get void on my ass?!
*he scratched at his cheek scar, wincing slightly when it broke the skin.*
Well…now I just wait here, I guess…
A man wearing a white suit coat with a fully black suit with slight silvery highlights walks in. He is not wearing his typical shades, and one of his eyes now looks a lot more like a snake's, even as well as being a darker tone of purple than the glow from the other. Though the last few times he was seen, his smile never really seemed to fade, this time his expression was a lot more neutral than before. "Good evening." He didn't sound particularly thrilled to be here himself.
"Before we start, do you mind if I smoke?” The question came a little out of the blue as he found himself a chair to sit on.
can y’all tell when someone isn’t human? Like not anomalous but like….not human but looks human.
asking for a friend.
Interesting question.
Yes, we can; it's one of the many benefits the cores' gift to us, which we dubbed “void visions," enables. We can usually even tell what kind of anomaly they are, depending on the colors they seem to glow in. [to our vision, that is] - Lockbox
Considering you also travel dimensions, have you encountered the void yet? They seem to know of you atleast.
I have only fallen in the space between Ways once. When I was young, twenty-two, I had been working on forming and locating Ways in unfamiliar areas. Now I know of the safety risks in doing such, how it should never be resorted to besides life or death escapes, but I found it interesting, and acted without thinking. My flesh nearly had just about melt off. It is wasn’t for a sister hearing my call, I don’t think I would have lived.
The void knows of all, doesn’t it? My name, our name, is notorious. As much as it displeases me to admit, I have met few who have not at least heard of an L.S., and I am sure the void knows more than the average Wanderer.
Oh, it looks like we got mentioned again. Excuse people being nosy. We intend to preserve the current relations between the library and ourselves, keeping them at neutral. This decision is also fueled by a decent amount of respect you have garnered from our leadership over your unique situation and achievement of getting into that position in the first place. Feel free to disregard any questions regarding us. We wish you an enjoyable [locational time].
Best regards,
Watchpoint
Order of 1, Sliver
A strange appointment to an office you don't recall had been moved to your schedule. With a simple notification attached to it.
"I think we should have a talk." Read the note simply. It was signed with a single word.
Adjutant.
===[OOC]===
I promised I would get around to it. So I shall.
Huh that’s…weird…whatever.
*He scratched at his scar, swearing under his breath when it broke the skin like it always did.*
Adjutant…where have I heard that before-
*he suddenly paused the pacing he hadn’t realized he had started.*
Why in the fuck does void wanna talk with me?!
*he let out a deep breath.*
Last time I interacted with void was when I saved iceberg I believe….so they prolly don’t have the best opinion on me….
*he walked back over to his computer, looking back at his schedule.*
What time is it at….
About 2 hours, whatever else was once there had to have been removed. How that was done may not be the most enjoyable, though.
The unfamiliar noise of multiple softer clicks against the floor can be heard in the archives. The unreasonable tall creature stalks on its tri jointed legs through the hall. Shadowy chitinous legs carry the creature. Arms made of the same material too long and with claw like fingers, the body a mix of more amor and chin. While the head seems to just last most features expected for 7 eyes. Which glowed the void purple that they all seem to share.
Until after a bit of walking... a voice may be slightly to human for the appearance asks maybe himself.
"This is the correct OID,MID,UID, correct site, and correct floor. Right? Yeah, probably."
*Providence looked up from their paperwork, and gradually rose to full height, eyes hidden behind their usual sunglasses. They walked over, slowly, their hooves tapping lightly against the ground with every pace. A long, white labcoat trailing behind them, alongside the flames that rippled through their hair. The Archivist's mouth was sheened with a black liquid, one that hadn't washed off for the last few days...*
...Not what I'd anticipated... but... surprised you'd appear so fast. Greetings. You are exactly where you need to be.
*They gave pause for a moment before sighing.*
If you've heard anything about an infirmary admission. Ignore it. My status does not matter. You're here to terminate SCP-9782, correct?
"Among other things, but firstly, I think I should properly introduce myself. I am the Dead Man Walking, Dagger of the Core, and Member of the Order of 0."
You noticed, while near this thing. Your hands felt cold, as if nearly being near this thing suppressed any anomalous ability one might have. Everything felt colder and darker around it, as if eating everything around itself and being a quite oppressive presence quite fast.
"But yes, I am here to put something down; I do hope it can fight back a little, or else I will be a tad bored."
It wasn't a threat but simply casual banter about it.
"While on the job i noramlly ain't this relaxed, but I got my off day, so no need to be super professional."
(Aurora was in the elevator, it filling as if it was moving slower slower than I ever did before. Her heart still racing her breath still ragged. She just got back from assignment having to deal with SCP [redacted] and before she could even relax she was told about what having with Providence and getting this unsettling feeling that’s something was wrong that feeling that makes your body move before your mind could think before she knew it. She was already in the elevator going down.)
(when the mechanical door finally opened, shaking, running out footsteps, precise, quiet and soft and instead of the loud confident one she usually bore. The feeling her chest becoming tighter and tighter when she finally saw Providence and a toll lengthy creature she could barely make out except for their which were clear in the dark with a light purple glow when she looked at this creature a chill ran down her spine. Her hands became sweaty. Her hearing became stronger whether it be because of the dark archives or the fear she felt in that moment. She stays there out of sight, hiding behind some of the shelves, listening, and watching but ready to run in if need be.)
The figure's gaze suddenly moved to look towards one of the shelves. "You know I can see you through those shelves, right? The whole way down I could see. Please, I am insulted that you think my vision is so poor.” He laughs, amused. "I got 7 eyes for a reason, you know?"
*Providence sighs deeply, realising Aurora is here, glancing down at their hand, somehow cold.*
'Perfect.' *they thought to themselves.*
Anyways... so what's the deal? If something touches you, they die? Or... what?
*Providence looked back over to Aurora...*
And agent. Leave. Now. I will not warn you again.
*Their eyes flicked back to Dead Man.*
I have some matters to attend to, that you will not want to be here for.
"I will hear about it anyway, but you can just politely ask me to leave if you want me out of the room for what comes next." His tone was calmer and maybe a little more professional than before. "And no, they don't die when they touch me; I have that effect off on principle when interacting with humans." "I mean, if you want them removed, I can just teleport them to a site of your choice, It would be a long walk or drive back, though?" The statement comes across as half joke, half offer.and even if this thing is casual and polite, something about it deep down triggers your fight or flight instinct. "Oh and as for those hands of yours, they won't work for a bit. I sort of passively jam anomalous abilities around me. Before you ask, no, I cannot shut that off."
(Aurora fully come out from behind the shelves, her face squinting as she looks at that man)
No, you’re OK you don’t need to leave. I believe Providence here was referring to me when saying that.…
(Aurora starts to firmly walk towards Providence, grabbing a chair as she does)
So she won’t burn everything she touches right now, huh?… perfect
(before Providence could react Aurora was standing on top of a chair firmly slapping her across the face.)
PROVIDENCE, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU THINKING!
(Her voice becomes loud and shaky the calmness she tries to normally put on completely gone)
And you know what first of all I have a fucking name is Aurora and no NO I’M NOT LEAVING AFTER HEARING ABOUT YOU GETTING ADMITTED INTO THE FUCKING INFIRMARY WHERE TO BE HONEST I THOUGHT YOU WERE GONNA BE DEAD BY THE TIME I GOT BACK THANK GOD YOU AREN’T
(the whole body physically shakes her voice getting louder and louder as she speaks her her eyes filled with anger, fear, and….. grief as they stared directly into Providence’s eyes)
BUT NOW I FIND YOU DOWN HERE WITH THIS DEAD MAN THING THAT I HAVE ONLY HEARD RUMORS ABOUT THAT KILLS SCP’S FOR A FUCKING LIVING NO, I’M NOT LEAVING!!!
"Gods and worse, not just SCPs, but yeah, that's my job." "You're MTF, though you kill people for a living as well, so where is the difference?" He shrugs casually, while stretching to his full, almost 10-foot height. “Well, these are interpersonal issues, and I think I should keep my hands out of them for now. Do you mind if I just sort this archive while you 2 talk? I am already a little bored."
*Providence glared at Aurora for a moment lips pursed angrily.*
No. This will be done soon. Deadman-!
*The archivist hastily seized Aurora by her collar and began speedwalking to the elevator, dragging her along behind them.*
You are going to STAY. OUT. IF THIS. AURORA.
*Sparks flicked off from their locks as they stuffed the agent into the elevator and slammed their hand down on the button before leaving her in there, walking back to Deadman...*
Deadman. It was me who sent you. A-as you know,
*They walked back over and removed their labcoat, tossing it to the ground, a ways away, while outstretched their arms out either side of themselves,*
I request for you to terminate SCP-9782, aka, MYSELF. Please can you do this.
His 7 eyes narrowed a little.
"So you called me for a Self Termination."
His voice went to a different tone, one that is a lot less welcoming.
"Child. What makes you crave oblivion that badly?"
The whole site began to cool down. The feeling of dread becoming overwhelming.
(When Providence threw Aurora into the elevator, her head hit the back of the wall, sending a sharp throbbing in pain through her cranium, her vision becoming blurry becoming blurry for a second before hearing Providence say those dreaded words "I request for you to terminate SCP-9782, aka, MYSELF." Her body had already gotten up and started moving before she could even process that sentence running out of the elevator right before it closed its doors. In this moment, Aurora could feel adrenaline rush through her veins and the tight healing in her chest is so tight now that she felt like she couldn't breathe and her eyes eyes looked human in that moment, not animalistic, but human.)
Providence…. Please come to your census……
(her voice which was quite and raspy small tears slightly forming at the edges of her eyes in that moment.)
**ooc: I am sorry for my AutoCorrect oh God**
*Providence watched Deadman with a resigned look in their eye, not faltering. Even as they ignored Aurora, the flames of their hair burning brighter.*
I've spent all too long in this world. All too long. After all of this shit. I cannot keep doing this. Not now, not ever again. I ask you to, for the sake of myself, and for many of those who will be caught in the crossfire of for if I were to remain.
The expression lets up as he slowly lower down a litte.
"We both know that's too poor of an explanation of a reason for me to just kill you. If this was a job, it would be different. But whatever the problem, maybe seeking me out for a curse rather than just skipping to death would be a better start."
It chuckles dryly
"You might consider me weird for passing up a free soul, but I done enough killing in my unreasonably long existence. Secondly, there often is a better solution for many things if you look hard enough."
*Providence's flames burned harder.*
No. I implore you. Do it.
*Their voice was firmer now, stepping closer to that scary ass lookin motherfucker, with a burning determination in their eyes.*
He very calmly moves his hand over your head, just putting the flames out.
“No,” he didn't leave much room for negotiations on that front at first. The expression had changed, but to what was hard to tell. “You can tell me, or we can take a trip through your memories by my choice, and I will just see. Up to you really, but I am not killing you unless I can understand your reason. Truly understand your reason, that is.” He pauses, sitting down on the floor and still being freaklishly tall even when seated. “Normally a fight is a good enough conversation to learn almost everything about a person and how their power shaped their life. But an execution teaches me nothing.” He very gently pushes you the extra steps you just took back with little to no effort. “So take a seat and tell me your story first, then we can see if you will actually die or not.”
(a working bearing in tackling Providence to the floor tears now fully running down her face, her grip, firm and strong looking Providence in the eyes)
Providence… did you really think just throwing me an elevator would get me out of your hair hu? I-I am your friend, even if you don’t consider me one. I’m not gonna abandon you I refused to abandon my people on the field and I refuse to abandon you when you’re clearly going through some type of death spiral.
(Aurora‘s or filled with fear and sorrow in that moment.)
Dead man is right… I could respect it if you died in battle, but I refuse to respect you when you lay down your life trying to extinguish your own flame.  So for one goddamn moment in your life can you please just talk to us and I don’t mean talking to one of your tape records I need to talk to us…
(aurora‘s grip becomes looser as she slowly collapses in on herself)
*Providence just... stared up at Aurora, their glasses knocked lopsided, the back of their head throbbing with pain from being knocked to the floor. The adrenaline beginning to race around their system*
Wh...-
G!!-
*The archivist pushed their hands against Aurora's chest, trying to shove the agent off of them, their heart pounding in their chest...*
Get off!! GET OFF!!!
*Their hands were shaking, as they tried, rather violently to shove her off*
I don't need you! I don't need a-any of you!! Get- OFF!!
Very calmly plucks the agent with 2 fingers off the Archivist, like they weigh nothing.
“Now, now, no need to throw hands yet; that isn't exactly going to help your case.”
“I would rather not have you both throw hands right now; I would have to get involved, and I would rather not. I prefer talking this time around.”
He finally recalls he is still holding a person above the ground and sets the agent back down. "Sorry, i forgot i was holding you."
(as the agent was being put down on the ground she just realized how tall this figure actually was a little over twice your own height for herself only standing at a meager 4’11. The agent Quickly shaking her head deciding to unpack that later and cleared her throat before she spoke.)
I wasn’t trying to fight her ok at most restrain… and don’t worry I’m used to being manhandled.
(the agent grabs two chairs, sliding one of them towards Providence before placing hers next to dead man sitting down next to them before sternly looking at the Archives)
Provi I don’t care if you don’t need me I know you don’t need me… but I need you I need you to stay. So can you please just sit down and talk to us?
(her voice almost sounded as if she was pleading with the Archives)
*The archivist pushed the chair away firmly, taking a few steps back, staring in a mix of defiance, hostility and barely disguised panic.*
No! I'm not just gonna- just--... just- SIT DOWN. Why would I talk to you? Why would I believe it'd be a good idea to just talk to you, Agent Gladrielle?!
*Providence stepped back further, head lowered slightly, their next words spat with sharp distain...*
I'm not. STUPID. Enough to do something like that. If you won't help, then leave. If you're going to just WASTE. MY. TIME. THEN LEAVE.
(she sat there in shock at hearing her last name used)
Provi No…
(The agent bit, her tongue clearly wanted to say more, but deciding to stay quiet. And turning her face away from Providence not wanting her to see the pain expression that started to spread across her face in that moment)
"Well, I tried the nice option; time for the second one. Agent, sorry for the headaches."
Both your visions become blurry, and you wake up in something resembling the archive but different ... it's lit without light and it lacks exit door.
"Welcome, Miss Aurora, to Miss Providence's mindscape. It may change a bit once she fully adapts to being here, but here you find her thoughts, memories, emotions, and dreams all in one package."
*The environment shifted rapidly around the two of them, Providence now gone... both Deadman and Aurora stood in what looked to be a boxing ring... it was surrounded by seats, a hall. Yet... all was silent. All was empty. A vast empty hall filled with nothing but Aurora. Deadman. And the shouts of a woman on the other side of the ring, tired and ragged, clad in a tank top and jeans, her brown hair tightly done up into a ponytail that darted from side to side with every swift manoeuvre she made.*
*With a brow sheened in sweat, the woman delivered an uppercut to the opponent in front of her, before ducking to the side and grabbing their arm, darting around behind them... it was herself. The opponent and conpetitor both alike, same hair, same skin, same form, same blue eyes that burned with ferocity as she attempted to block the first woman's moves as she swiftly delivered a palm-heel strike to the back of her opponent's head, sending them lurching forward in a dazed stupor as her brain rattled around her skull, eyes wide and staring into space for a moment, before refocusing with a shout, panicked and flailing as she was flipped upside-down at the hips, as the first woman held her in the air. It was only a few moments before the first woman then dropped into a sitting position, landing piledriver to her opponent.*
(She grabbed her head in pain it quickly subsiding as quickly it can before looking at dead man)
Oh, you’re right when you said that would hurt ow...
(She observes her surroundings pauses when seeing the scene of Providence fighting…. themselves?)
Hu…to be honest out of all things I was not expecting a boxing ring owt of all things maybe a archives or a library, but not a boxing ring….  
He shrugs, causality walking around as the floor seems to change to black tiles wherever he stepped, changing back a second after the weird insecotoid foot leaves the floor.
"Ehhh, used to worse, come on, let's find her conscious in this mess. Oh, btw she is kinda God in here, her mind her rules. I don't have to care about the rules since I am too powerful for that... you have to play by her rules, sadly."
he smiles a little.
"Focus on your right more. You leave yourself a little to open"
he remarks on one of the two fighters before walking towards somewhere.
*Neither fighters acknowledged him, nor Aurora, still continuing to beat the ever loving shit out of each other.*
*Gradually, as the duo walked on, the environment shifted once more, becoming what looked to be a tree on a small hill, surrounded by more trees. A young girl with short brown hair sat upon a branch-suspended swing, kicking her legs out and swinging back and forth, a small bunch of flowers in-between her fingers. Her eyes were closed in enjoyment, taking in the soft, warm breeze as the sun gradually set over the treetops... there was a house nearby, smoke puffing from the chimney gradually. Yet the girl payed it no mind. Likely her own. She continued, ever still, to hum the same tune... unrecognisable, yet ever-present nonetheless...*
*After a long while, there was a call from what sounded to be an adult, distant yet stern, catching the child's attention, her big, blue eyes opening and quickly casting into the direction of the sound.*
"Alimanc Maria Caspi! Get over here now!"
*The child folded slightly at the shout, looking surprised, lips pursed tightly before, reluctantly climbing off the swing and lumbering over. The adult, who appeared to tower over the child, was shadowed, almost scribbly in a way, though it was a feminine voice that came from it, with a thick scottish accent accompanying it. Similar to Providence's own. Its arm shot forward, gripping a paper tightly.*
"A C?! Manca. You know what this means right? You know what that means?!."
*The figure lightly smacked the paper in their hand with the back of their free hand*
"It means if you fall behind again- one more time. They'll be taking you out of classes, and putting you one of of those baby grades. You want that? You wanna be a screw up like your father? Tell me, Manca, do y--"
*The scene soon quickly faded away, almost like dust being blown off an old counter, and so did the voice along with it... leaving the duo in the blackness. They could see each other clear as day, yet their surroundings remained pitch black.*
(the agent Quickens her footsteps, the catch up with dead man)
Well, thank you for the heads up i’ll try my best not to get myself killed no promises though
(Aurora says and in a joking tone trying to cover up how nervous she really was. the agent pauses when seeing the the young child examining her features lost and thought before she was jolted out by the loud voice she could only presume was the child’s mother. When the agent heard the name, she decided to keep a note of it feeling that was something of importance if it was in here. But as the agent listened onto the scene she couldn’t help but clinched her fists nails, digging into her palm bit her tongue seemingly getting more and more agitated the longer they listened to that belligerent woman talking. Seemingly calming down once they’re plunged into the dark)
I could never understand… how… how could a parent treat their child like that… you know what I mean
(she speaks in a tired voice, looking up to dead man as she speaks, before going back into thought)
**huh? That woman did awfully sound like Providence…. I wonder could that child have been… no that had to be a relative or something right… HEY WAIT WAS SHE A HUMAN ONCE?!?!**
(thoughts came flooding into Aurora‘s head the static that clouded her thoughts from being transported into this weird place finally gone, letting her finally think clearly. Her thoughts spoke quickly and were ear screeching around in her head.)
"I was human once. How is it surprising that she was one before?"
He asks regarding your comments .
"I also don't get it either. I attempt to treat my kids as well as i can, even if being void is a little more than just strange at times. You have to encourage them. Positive reinforcement works much better anyway."
He camly starts walking into a new direction.
"I am following the timeline. We should come to something more recent soon. I am looking for the red memories, those which are considered of high importance. Core memories if you will."
*Their surroundings shifted like sand around them, the array of warm colors traded for much yellowy and grayer ones. Swirling and sinking down into a new scene. An office. Yellowy-ish surroundings and grey desks, all written with three digit numbers. And before the two of them, the same woman walked around, muttering to herself as she paced around. Though unlike before, her legs appeared to be... almost goat-like? Her leggings ending with the same fur and hooves seen on Providence.*
So what am I meant to do now- sorry sorry. We. What are WE meant to do now? We don't have that many endings left. At least according to you.
*She appeared to talk to herself. Though with a demeanor of another being present. The woman paced around a few moments more before settling exhaustedly on the edge of a desk with a thick sigh.*
...Starry... Dome? Wh... what exactly's that meant to be?
((Ooc) iykyk))
"We are not in a hurry and all, but I am still looking for the avatar. So, Miss Gladrielleh, is this your first time in someone's head?"
He laughs a little.
"I am just joking; don't worry. I know this is your first time exploring someone's mind. Though I was meaning to actually ask, how much of what you've seen here did you already know?"
He keeps slowing his pace to make it possible to keep up.
"After all, you two seemed close. I am sure she told you some of this … right?"
(Aurora laughs when you ask her about ever being in someone’s head before I didn’t get oddly amusing. Before taking a pause to think before answering your question)
No… I know nothing about well all of this…
(she pauses, her face, twisting it into something slightly sorrowful)
To my knowledge, I don’t believe she even remembered this….
(the agent size now slightly looking at the ground, their hand nervously tapping on the side of their thigh)
To be honest, even if she did remember, I don’t think she would’ve told me about it… I-i see them as a close friend someone that I deeply trust but I don’t think they think the same of me I think if anything find me tolerable….. and thats ok with me
(The agent’s voice was quieter now voice slightly cracking as she spoke, the agent sounding pained towards the end of her statement.)
Dead man's almost expressionless face changes a little, the eyes moving and changing.a little. It's quite hard to read what it's meant to be ... maybe pity or sympathy.
"Ah, sorry, that may have been a tad to personal. I am not my brother, conversation. doesn't come nearly as natural to me as it does to him."
As you keep talking, some of the black tiles that form wherever he walks change a little... something akin to concrete. Some blood can be seen on it, and a single bullet dent in said concrete.
Dead man's eyes look down on the change, followed by him stomping on the hole once, causing the black marble tiles to take over the concrete. The stomp itself shakes the mindscape like an earthquake.
"Fuck! Apologies, I keep forgetting how fragile these are."
He looks around for the next memory.
(First half of Part 4)
*As things drifted once more, the yellows and grays transitioned into yet even more grays, alongside specs of black and faded blue. Though it wasn’t long til it’d inevitably form into a straight… ish corridor. The woman at the centre of the hallway, walking as she muttered to herself, her hooves tapping nervously against the concrete floor. The hallway would extend for many metres, before turning left, and then more metres, and then left again, in a seemingly endless loop, over and over and over again…*
So, I just… What's the plan? … Anything? Nothing?
*She stopped, raising her hand and snapping her fingers repeatedly, exasperation clear in her voice.*
Hellooooo? Nero. *A-Ahem!* Anyone home?
*With a jump, she looked around as the voice speaks. It is a masculine voice, british and aged, yet from an unknown source. Simply emanating from the air around her*
Yes! Yes. I’m here, Alimanc. I didn’t GO anywhere.
*He clears his voice as she continues walking.*
How much longer am I gonna have to walk for?
Not much longer- oh! Turn here again!
Yup…
Oh look! More hallway! How fascinating!
…Wooooooo…
*As time went on, a door finally opened. It was black on the inside, with a white frame and door, already ajar as if beckoning the woman to enter…*
…So this is it. I take it?
*It was a long moment of silence…*
…Okay then.
*She sucked in a lungs full of air, holding it before slowly blowing it back out and stepping inside.*
(as space around them had just started to distort into this new scene the agent decided to speak)
You’re ok dead man… it wasn’t too personal and if I didn’t wanna answer it, I would’ve just said so…
(The agent, stared at dead man her eyes, her eyes were oddly soft and Her voice was calm. Once she’s finished speaking, she looked away. Getting lost in her thoughts once again this time, thinking of… The black tiles that formed under dead man and the singular bullet hole she saw in it having so many questions she want to ask in that moment, but deciding it wasn’t the right time before being jolted out of her thought by the chattering of the memory)
Where is…. The other voice coming from
(she accidentally mumbled out… eyes now fixated on the room. This whole experience, leaving a sense of dreading anxiety in the agents stomach.)
*The door shut behind her, the blackness seeming to stretch on forever… as the blackness often, unsurprisingly does. Though as the woman kept walking, a soft white light begun to emanate from a new doorway. Far off.*
…Maybe he can’t talk in here?
*She muttered to herself briefly, before picking up into a sprint, running toward the blinding light, as if in a frenzy, huffing heavily as she ran as fast as she could. At first… the light seemed almost to move with her, moving away. As she moved faster, it gradually began to approach her. Til after a few minutes, it began to pick up speed, moving faster than her, toward her. The woman’s eyes widened, as she tried to slow down, though her legs did not respond nearly as fast as her brain had, and within moments, was sent bursting forth from the light of the doorway and hurling herself, incidentally, into the short steps, Her sight of them appearing only just as her skull had made harsh impact with them.*
OW-... oww… fuck. ughh…
*Raggedly, she placed her palms flat against the step and pushed herself up to her feet, swaying slightly before stumbling back into the door, her back hitting cold concrete. The woman looked back, pushing off of the surface. There was no door there. Only dark sky. Cloudless. Lightless. She climbed the stairs, legs aching slightly from the impact, yet nothing serious. Quickly recovering with every step. Yet as her eyes cast up to the expanse above. There remained nothing but more blackness. She, herself, the blackness, and the strange circular platform with originless lights that emanate from the platform like stage lights, casting shortly inward at no particular subject aside from the floor itself. It’s light never shining upon her heel. Never upon her hooves.*
This… doesn’t look like a-... starry dome like you said. There’s no stars—... …or dome.
*She swivelled around, as if looking for that voice again*
You there? Nero? Y’ there?
*The woman pursed her lips for a moment*
Hellooooo?
*No voice. Yet a soft hum began to emanate from the area around her. Like a gentle, radiating note that hung in the air. And at the corner of her eyes, those deep blue eyes… were a soft, light blue glow. The woman turned her head to the source of the sight… Her breath almost constricted in the way her chest tightened… Gentle blues…*
*Rising from the edges of the platform… maybe below, she did not know… where tens, maybe hundreds of small balls of glowing light, drifting and sailing up into the sky above her. Intermingling and lingering amongst one another in a spectrum of blues… yellows… and oranges… like fireflies amongst the blackness. It was like watching the lanterns rise for the departed, hovering amongst the stars… yet it was a starless sky. And yet it was with the feeling of rolling credits. Like on a show’s final episode. Rewatching would never have the same feeling as before. As when you once knew nothing of what to expect.*
*Nothing was gone. Nothing was lost. Nothing had left and gone, distant in the wind… and yet. That emptiness. It was a choking feeling that she struggled to swallow down. Eyes locked on the lights… It was so… so… so… so… much like those lights… the woods. The fireflies. Such a beauty to behold… though even as she’d reached out her hands, outstretched like a wanting child to their mother’s love, stumbling forward absentmindedly. Those lights did not drift through her fingers… they were swallowed. Around them would always be that feeling, that fear that drove the fireflies way. The instinct to avoid in fear of landing upon something that could snuff out its light. The lights didn’t want get to touch her. And she could only watch. Wait. Maybe if she reached up higher she’d get to be with them. Maybe the lights would come to her in time.*
*She sank down, her legs tiring. Maybe they’d come to her. Maybe if she sat and waited. The woman soon sank down further. Lay on her side. Watching the stars for so long. Yet in the eternity of this place… she’d never close her eyes. She waited. Maybe those yellow stars would come for her…*
*One seemed to drift astray from the others. Slightly brighter, slightly larger. Closer. Her heart leapt into her throat. She stretched out a hand, shaking with the care and sluggishness with that, that came with her care not to scare it away… yet as she reached out…*
*Cold concrete. The fireflies drifted in the air as shimmering fluorescent upon yellow, tape-like arrows, yet to her fuzzy blue eyes, they seemed like their own bundles of pure peace… of beauty. It hurt. Her torso ached, her shoulders throbbed. Her legs felt as if she’d shiver yet unable to move them at all. Yet the warmth that enveloped her. That pressed against the back of her head, gently against her shoulders, that cupped her face as her body was limply shifted to her back. The warmth was a distant familiarity. A warmth she so dearly craved… like a mother’s embrace. Yet the face that stared down was not one of motherly love. Love yes… of the purest kind… Those old, tired green eyes gazed down at her, gleaming unnaturally as a human’s should. Sad and glassy and unknown in a way that sent another chill through her very being… His hands gently caressed her face, wiping the crusted red from her jaw, and the sides of her neck, even as his own anguish soddened both her eyelashes and his glasses alike.*
*Did he come back? he was so… fuzzy. Everything in agony. Thinking was like rose thorns in her skull. Every breath felt as if her lungs were filled with a too-strong perfume. Sickeningly sweet, like the kind a senseless person would try, one that seemed fine in idea. Yet choking in action. And deeply regretful in result… like her lungs burned acidically. And ever so gently, she felt a hand upon her eyes… til they were guided closed… And the yellow light was snuffed for good…*
(Aurora was quiet for a while just listening to the sounds of hoofs clattering along the floor, the agents stomach felt as if it was twisting with anxiety as they walked the stretch of what felt like a never ending hallway. As Aly burst into a sprint Aurora did too worried that if she didn’t, the memory would fade away)
(As they rapidly approached the blinding light, Aurora chest tightened as an overwhelming sense of dread washed over her. when Aly fell hitting her head on a staircase with a sickly loud thud and the agent saw the blood leaking from Aly‘s head. In that moment, time felt like it moved slower for Aurora. Your chest became so tight she couldn’t breathe her heart feeling as if it was hitting her rib cage like a jackhammer tears, forming at the edges of her eyes in worry. Her feet moving without having to think about it desperately trying to get close to Aly but no matter how fast the agent tried to run the memory just moved away from her forcing her to observe. The only thing she could think in her head was “no not again no no no NOT AGAIN”.)
(when the agent Heard Ali talk and move, the tight feeling in her chest subsided just enough before she could breathe properly and compose herself, but no matter what her mind still raced with thoughts that cluttered together and her hands visibly shaking. when Ali was calling out with the person, she called Nero Aurora could feel something twist painfully in her heart)
Provi I em here…I-I am right here you-.. you don’t have to be alone….
(Aurora Aurora’s voice cracked as she muttered under her breath her voice filled with a primal type of sorrow, forgetting just for a split moment that this… this all was just a memory that was set in stone long ago something that she did not have the power to change.)
(Aurora stood there quietly, completely forgetting dead man was there with her completely lost in the moment. she slowly moved her head to look at whatever Aly was looking I want seeing the various green blue red and yellow lights… the agent couldn’t help but be absolutely enamored by the beautiful site. She slowly sitting down, and just watches the lights dance around in such a loving way, it oddly reminding her of childhood… and her loving parents of which she desperately missed.)
It-.. It’s beautiful.
The dead man's many eyes scan over Aurora and the memory, not fully paying attention to either one. He keeps walking until he realizes that there is currently no other person next to him. After about 5 steps, he pauses, finally turning around to notice Aurora still staring off into the distance. The dead man slowly walks back to Aurora, tapping her head once upon reaching her.
"Come on, kiddo, no time to stare off into the abyss; we got Providence's echo to find."
He stands next to her, crossing his arms behind his back, standing at ease out of habit.
"I understand that this isn't easy to process, but seriously, if you get stuck on here, getting lost in your own thoughts…"
He stops himself from saying anything that might be less productive.
"Come on now, we've got a depressed person to save!"
(the sound of Dead man’s voice reverberated in, Aurora’s head quickly snapping her back to reality. She stood for one moment, composing herself deciding to will bury the image of pros, lifeless body in the back of her head, this being no time to process it. before straightening her posture walking with a newfound urgency. The only goal on her mind now to was to find Providence.)
Ya… you’re right… let’s go and find Provi.
*Within the blackness, the blue light reformed… gleaming and above Aurora’s and Deadman’s heads. Shining blindingly as it expanded out into a deep pinkish purple of petals and leaves of a deep, stooping tree, its pale purple dangling down from its branches, shading the grass and forget-me-nots below. The little blue, eye-like flowers staring up to the sky peeking out between the dense expanse of petal and branch, looking up with hope. Staring up to the light that scattershot its surface. It was a hill. A steep, rather small one, with the wisteria tree at its very centre. From the grass, a small orange flower bloomed, the bud raising from the earth and outstretching with elongated, reddish, orange petals, the light yellow centre unlike the darker ones around itself. A gloriosa. Standing up amongst the others.*
*Within an instant, the flower shuddered violently before bursting into a blaze of fire. Spreading quickly to the forget-me-nots around itself, to the grass and up the tree trunk, catching onto the petals of the wisteria with voracious hunger and light. And within the flames, within its origin of the blaze, emerged a form, much bigger than itself, curled into a ball upon its side. The soft brown hair blazing at the ends in a beautiful array of blues, and pale pinks… like the lights of the starry dome, the skin of the individual much paler than before. And legs goat-like and with blackened fur… Providence sat up, sharply, her eyes fixing upon the blaze around her…*
NO NO NO NO NO. SHIT!
*She darted over to the dangling flowers, now tall enough to reach them, reaching out to the ones not yet engulfed by the blaze, yet as her fingers touched them, they were reduced to ash between her pale fingers… Her eyes, now an acidic green, widened.*
No…. no nonononono…
*Providence looked around… her flames shrinking in on itself slightly, as she tried to grab another, only for the same result once more… And slowly sinking to her knees, that long, leathery tail she now had, wrapping around herself.*
(The agent, picks up her pace, and looks visibly uncomfortable when looking at everything burning around them and the memory)
Do we have to go through… every single one of her memories to find her or….. is there a way to fast track this.
(the agent spoke with a quiet, concerned voice. As she tried to focus on her breathing)
"Depends on if you got an expert on hand. Though it might be a little risky if not done precisely."
He chuckles, almost laughing a little, before one of his feet collides with some kind of invisible barrier; said barrier shatters right on impact. Shortly after the kick the cracks spread further and further. Following that, plenty of mostly translucent pieces with a faint orange glow fall off the impact hole leading. This hole leads right into the memory, the hole itself now being approximately 15 ft tall and 9 ft wide.
"That's your shortcut."
He says, sounding a little amused by your expression, clearly taking some enjoyment from your reaction to him kicking the memory barrier down.
"Now, come on, kiddo, try to keep up and don't interact with these memories too much, unless you want to leave some permanent impact."
He starts marching ahead, leading the way through this newly created path.
*As the hole opened, the very fragments of existence crackled sharply around the edges, shuddering and breaking around the newly-made shortcut.*
*It was the archive... the bottom floor, yet the floor warped, shivering, line hewn of hundreds on hundreds of wires and tape stripes, intertwining... crossing like ingenuine hands yet reaching out like a starving man's begging palm, grasping shelving lines and pulling at the wood.*
*Aurora and Deadman stood at the edge of the unhallowed tiles, edges crumbly and trembling like they themselves were just barely alive enough to process their time. To process their situation. Livelihoods. And yet just as quick would reduce to fine dust, like discarded cigarette ash cast to its tray. Yet in the very same moments, would reammend itself and harden to normalcy. Even if just for a moment before returning to its decay once more.*
*The tapes held strong. Winding and twisted and wrapping itselves around one another into a haphazard web. Polaroids lining every surface of every last one... yet all blackened or fuzzy, as of burned or improperly processed. A red not red enough, but red enough so as to allow its likeness to reveal itself, yet enough to burn beyond physicality into the very fabric of a mind no longer entirely controlled.*
*Its glistening, sheened surfaces dipped gradually, by the weight at its epicentre. A deep ditch yet not as deep as it should. Providence at it's middle, back turned, flames blazing brightly. Furiously... the recorders themselves allowing the tape to wind and weave itself messily into the feed, as if hastily stuffed inside. Were it the tape or the wires holding her? Perhaps so. Perhaps neither. Perhaps another form entirely. Black. Stringy. Or misty. Maybe. Or maybe were it nothing. Or maybe rope. An endlessly long, imperceptible rope far above her head.*
*The Archivist's face was not seen. Merely sat with their back to them, in a ball. Their tail dangling off the edge, along with one foot, all hanging above the blinding nothingness below. The whiteness stung at her eyes as she'd roughly covered them with her hands, hunched over slightly. As if she'd lost her glasses.*
(the agent paused at the doorway for a moment breath heavy the near sight of all this felt suffocating to the agent. But even if everything in her gut was telling her not to move across that web… she still put 1 foot in front of other, ignoring her gut feeling)
( as Aurora moved across the web of intermingled wires and tapes, feeling them slightly bended underneath her weight. She felt as if the web of wire and tapes would snap underneath her weight feeling that if she made a one wrong step or even one small breath, she would go plummeting under, but she did not care at that moment. The only thing she cared about was… getting to her friend)
(when the agent was about halfway across, she mumbled to herself in a voice tired, and filled with worry )
Hay… provi
*The web bowed sharply beneath Aurora's feet, her weight prominent against its integrity. The agent swayed in the air for a few moments before finally stabilising.*
*Providence did not look back, did not move. The cacophony of the tape players around her quickly drowning out the agent's voice...*
So today I've been planning to- it's been THREE DAYS--- miss my wife- oh it was glorious I tell you!- thousands upon thousands of eyes lined its surfaces- nothing truly prepares you for-- WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE Y- they say I'm a loose cannon but I know I'- they keep coming back down-- why does he look like- No no no no no no ELIAS!!! NO. NO NO NON ONO NON KN ONO NO NO NO NO NOONONONONONONONONO... PLEASE!!! ...please please please please please please plea--- I'm doing what's best for her.- Aurora worries me... she's... a dear friend but...- Too late for any of that, Laurier, you know this.- but I can't let her near me. I won't let Melayah lose someone cl- the stars are beautiful. Wish I'd be able to see them again--- Elias brought me flowers today. It'd odd... but...- WHY CAN'T I REMEMBER ME?!!--- they lie. They all lie.-- my arm hurts like a bitch. That fight's done a number in me... heh... maybe something can kill m- Elias asked me to marry him. ...holy fuck man... I-...- The results seem... effective-- wow this recorders old.- rotting in my mind all day-- Auryn wasn't happy with my surprise. Oops- I can't keep going like this...- Why did I have to be unable to die... why did I have to be stuck like... like this...?- let me out... let me out... let me- ---ruly a lovely sight...
(As the agent stood their stabilizing herself, listening to thecaphoney of voices, switching from one thing to another. her eyes wideing as she heard a very VERY familiar ..voice… it was Elias’s voice geez-…. how long has it been since she last heard that voice… )
(as she listened to the tapes her body tense up as she heard. Her name be mentioned honing in on it. She seemed genuinely surprised hearing Providence… well call her a friend… listen in her face, twisted into a pitiful, painted expression when hearing Providence say “you know this.-but | can't let her near me. I won't let Melayah lose someone cl-“ The agent was now continuing her walk across the web now faster)
“Provi… DON’T YOU DARE CLAIM YOU KNOW WHAT’S BEST FOR ME… i’m full aware of what I was getting into… when I decided to be your friend…”
(the agent screamed in her head, she desperately wanted yelled at statement out at the top of her lungs, but decided against it…)
(when the agent finally got close enough to Providence, she reached her hand out as if to touch her. Before taking a long pause your hand just hovering over a province before reluctantly retracting it.)
Ali… can you here me?
( Aurora projected her voice in the same way she did whenever needing to get’s a crowds attention and, Her voice had a odd softness to it as she spoke.)
Outside of the webbed area, you suddenly hear a group of … something, humming to an unknown melody. Followed by a single male voice speaking the following words.
"This is a song for the sheep, who's afraid of the big bad wolf. Why you shouldn't be evil is something we couldn't be; my head's full of teeth, but they are made for smiling. Despite the bodies piling up."
The adjutant hums happily, joining the deadman at the border of the memory.
"What's up? Looks like those 2 are having fun; should I grab my popcorn?"
The dead man simply huffs, keeping his eyes on the situation.
"Don't fuck it up and just stay here; I believe they've got some issues to work out first. Before you start putting on ANY type of show."
The shorter and younger man sighed just to let himself fall backwards into a chair that clearly wasn't there a second ago.
"Fine, fine, I'll watch for now."
*As Aurora spoke, the archivist quickly turned her head, eyes wide, burning, cheeks sheened with sorrow-streaked wetness... Those big, acidically green eyes staring up at the agent, hands trembling as they lingered in the air where her face once was moments before...*
Don't... d--... what... did you just call me?
*Her voice trembled slightly, muttered-... almost blubbered as her green eyes burned from the lighting around her, even as they searched Aurora's own like a scared cat.*
(Aurora stood frozen for a moment… not used to seeing well… Providence look so small and-… scared. But after a moment, she slowly lowered herself to Providence eye-level trying her best to keep herself balanced as she did so. Aurora slightly tilted her head as she gazed into Providence’s eyes. Her own eyes were a deep forced green that were…. clouded with concern. Her normally bright smile now but a simple thin line on her face.)
Well..I-i called you Ali… since your name is… Alimanc and all that…
(aurora spoke, in a calm,… but hesitant voice.)
D-Don't!---... call me that. It's p-
*The tapes' voices stretched to a crescendo. A cacophonous entanglement of noise that rattled Aurora's ears, and Providence's... she crunched down, covering her ears sharply as it increased in volume.*
Go. Just-- j-just go...!
(Aurora covered her ears as Wincing in pain, from the cacophony of noises bombarding her ears. She couldn’t hear her own thoughts-.. it was a miracle that she could even barely hear Providence Tell her to go away.)
(After a moment the agent reluctantly removed one hand from her ear and-.. oh God was that noise unbearable, But even with the unbearable noise…the agent did not move her hand back to cover her ears instead... She moved her hand towards Providence. The hand landed on her shoulder, with a fern but… soft touch.)
N-NO..NO I-…. I EM N-NOT-… EM NOT… LEAVING!
(Aurora spoke loudly with a strained voice-.. which sounded as if it was in pain.)

"Well," Adjutant started speaking, "it looks like the short one needs some help." Dead Man sighs and starts digging his claws a little into the ground of the concrete walkway covered in black chitin. "Don't just 'help' them; fix the actual problem." The wording of “help” treated it like a codeword for “murder” or worse. “Fine, fine, but I am putting on a little show while doing it." Adjutant, start getting closer to the mess in the middle of the area. Followed by him snapping into the air once. Seconds later the outer layers of the area start being taken over by the familiar concrete. Walls quickly changing to something resembling a site's lower areas. This aggressively spread, starting to fill the whole mindscape. The spiderwebs, rather shaky, appear to be covered in endlessly stretching arms of black goo wrapping around the cables quickly to support more weight, and a proper metal catwalk starts to assemble itself to Providence's position. "See! Nobody is dead, just like you asked." Adjutant smugly added, starting to walk towards the 2 Foundation employees at the center of this newly forming area. Metal supports and warning lines with heavy doors, steel, and concrete consume the surrounding area.
The dead man crossed his arms behind his back, walking at a quicker pace than Adjutant, along the newly formed metal bridge over to the 2. As he started getting closer, the voices began to quiet down.
If people are actually curious about how each one of the corridors and / or the library look like, I will post an addendum with a full explanation. [Later]
[The Void Part 2/3]
[The Outer realms]
The first true layer, and the only one to uninvited guests, tend to reach. This layer is filled to the brim with traps and guards outside of needing a void gate to reach. The orders of 3, 10, and 11, as well as many of the Order of 4 constructs, are instructed to show unwanted guests the door. This is also the only place where the Order of 3 and 11 are used in a defensive way.
This is the location of the infamous gate 14 incident, which is one of the many reasons, both GOC and Foundation, together with a few other organizations. All of the above being forced to make the collective decision to leave exploration be beyond this point.
This layer is often jokingly called "the live-fire exercises fields" by higher up of the Order of 6 and 3. This is because it's the layer that any intruder with sufficient determination can reach before facing real resistance.
The Dead don't stay dead in this layer, and any who fall will join the void as hollows, shamblers, or however you may call them.
Soul death of a normal human occurs 24 hours after entering this zone. But if you die from soul degradation... you must be far beyond just lucky.
[Average life expectancy: 15 minutes]
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[The Entry hall]
This is where every recruiter arrives, and if you need to process millions every hour, you need a sufficiently massive hall.
A room that defines logic with its sheer size with space for any size of craft on the hangar [and I do many any. The hangar size may feel like a sick joke to any uninitiated].
The area has more in common with a massive flight terminal than a simply entry hall. Every is sorted and as quickly processed with the help of the Order of 2 and 6. This process goes rather smoothly most of the time, and everyone I quickly move to be tested, sorted into the correct order, and then handed over to their superiors.
This place is also under the constant effect of the decipher field, causing everyone to understand everyone.
This place is always filled, and if you look long and hard enough, you may find anyone here, be that your favorite fictional character, old friend, or the dead.
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[The ordered realms]
This one consists of technically 14 parts rather than being just one massive realm, but more will be explained below.
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[The Main Hallways]
A central point that creates a new instance for every 15 people that enter. Allowing people to enter the correct orders hallway/realm via numbered door. The hallways all look different depending on the orders' rep/preferences and architects' whims. This hallway may look different to anyone looking at it but always feel familiar [the main one]
Once you enter a hallway, you will end up in one of the:
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[Orders hallways/relams (1 to 12)]
These stech infinitely and always look like some type of hallways, but beyond that, don't follow many rules. They will always have doors that generate new doors, allowing the order to have room for anything they need.
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[The Path]
The way that is only available to those of striving or above leading deeper into the void. This door will not generate for any lower ranks, and outside of every few, it doesn't allow anyone to take passengers, which normally wouldn't be allowed.
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[The Library]
Only reachable from the Order of 9ths realm.
This is where most if not all knowledge inside void is stored, together with more books than almost anyone could image.
The order of 9 is an [armsrace] with the library about which library is bigger.
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[The Hall of Remembrance]
Only reachable via the Path, and the only way to actually view the memories of anyone in void. They can be consumed in almost any way, including experienced yourself. Looking up memories of those of your rank or higher is frowned upon and may lead to the Order of 1 paying you a visit.
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Hay deadman… when we were in the mindscape I was wondering…. I saw concrete appear underneath your feet with blood on it and all and was wondering… was that one of your memories?

Also why was there only a single bullet hole…?
- @field-agent-aurora
That's 2 questions, and you aren't getting answers to both. But to keep it short, it isn't my memory, and I'm not telling you about the second one. The Concret is just part of our trick for taking over the mindscape and getting around our targets minds easier. I don't recommend you pry more; that's a story only one person may tell, and I doubt you will have the chance to ask him.
-Dead Man
When my thoughts are distorted and body dysmorphed into monstrous forms of the awfullest sorts We're locked up with dolls and their hollowed out corpses, all haunted by hunger, the omniscient force So often my reveries are littered with the debris of my hopes and dreams As we all grow to be old and bitter, a tale foretold in broken screens How blinding the glare, your mind is so weak I'd like you to share this nightmare with me I hide in my hood, not to show you my eyes I know that I'll fail with no coattail to ride Mannequin paired with marionette In dissonant discord, our deadly duet We're lost in a lullaby, slumbering away Where sins remain hidden, but rarely they stay
Am...am I dumb what does this mean
So someone posted this song in like .... idk 5 to 6 pieces across a few blogs and i have now found 3 of them. Looking forward to finding the other 2 to 3. [I assume this because i found one piece on Tarns and one on Laments]
