yourfononsarewhack | Third Field of Fonons [Action/Voice] (Backdated to the 11th)

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Third Field of Fonons [Action/Voice] (Backdated to the 11th)

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[Once there was a mansion - built on a legacy of oiling, wealth and a pure, sterile family pride. But that was all just a dream. Jade found himself instead standing in an empty plot of land. He kneeled down, pressing his hand against his forehead as he remembered. He remembered everything and everyone he really was. The man who was born as Jade Balfour, who used to scowl at the types of shameless nobles that he had just been living the life of. The first thing he thought of was at least a dozen better tactics that he could have used against Zompano. Then he thought of his true family - his true life - all the damage he had caused. Once again, his greatest and only true weapon - his mind - had been infiltrated and misused by other inhabitants of this world. This was getting to be very frustrating.

And there was more anger burning inside him - familiar to him, but in a way he couldn't quite put his finger on. Either way, he is set to get to the bottom of this. No need to waste time licking his wounds. No time to think about - what Zompano had done to him. And how he had survived...

He spends his time staggering throughout Luceti, where earlier that day there was a whole city and automobiles. As he does so, his red eyes are all the more glaringly obvious sans his glasses. He trudges his way all the way up to Community House 1 - to lock himself in his workshop, and his research. He only lingers outside of Community House 7 - he knows already that Rapunzel lives her. This place had made them family once before after all, but that time was much more bizarre and vaguely remembered. He hesitates, wondering whether or not he should pay a visit. Either way, he eventually makes his way to his workshop in House 1 and is back to his research. He has to piece together exactly what happened. Now that his memory is back, he remembers that first night - the lights on the barrier. To think... they'd truly been invaded.]

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[Eventually, he takes out his journal. And mechanically bangs a few pans together into it. Maybe that should snap the fellow inhabitants back into attention. This matter was something that absolutely had to be discussed, after all.]

Rise and shine, everyone. Let's not dawdle on this. I understand that at the moment, most of you must be dealing with something that feels akin to a hangover of a cosmic scale. However, we are all very due for a debriefing. Or, in more layman's terms: let's review what in the blazes just happened.

[ooc: You can consider this a placeholder post of sorts. Feel free to wait until more event stuff plays out before tagging in if that will help - and similarly some of Jade's tags here may be on hold while more of his own event stuff actually plays out.]

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[At this point Barnaby tacked on an unhackable filter. He had a feeling that this subject would come up, and it wasn't information that he was comfortable sharing with the village at large.

Even without the details, it was on a need-to-know basis. But, for the moment, he figured it might help with the discussion.]

Trust me, Mister Curtiss. I'm well aware of that fact. I'm not military, but I'm not exactly inexperienced with this kind of thing.

...take it as you will. [It might make him a liability, after all.] Odds are that I might be one of the only ones in town that can provide a little insight into this.

Edited 2013-08-24 13:25 (UTC)

[Practically...AH. There's the catch. Sync does plenty of provoking.]

No. [He just wanted to fuss. And...he's frustrated too because of everything. Not that Jade was a very good target for these frustrations.] Have fun with your stupid debriefing.

[Silly Sync. How do you expect to be a friend of Jade's when you keep on being a recurring boss? Assuming that's something you'd ever, ever even want, that is.]

As eloquent as always... Very well, then. I'm sure that I'll have an exceptional amount of fun with the information I'll be gathering. And I suppose that you're free to continue living in blissful ignorance.

Is that so? [He gives a slight, amused tone. The presence of a filter does help to pique his curiosity.] Please, feel free to enlighten me.

[dryly:]

Like you're going to tell me about Fonons? Please. You haven't given me enough flowers.

[It was a light joke, but also a distraction. Although he did tack on the filter, it was still a touchy subject.]

...honestly, this place gives a person some time to think. I have a few ideas that might help, but they're a gamble.

Edited 2013-08-24 23:40 (UTC)

You are indeed. He showed himself in public, during that festival, and we were quite happy to see him. I could not tell you why, however; I cannot recall what made him so important at the time.

[Too busy with his kids and his horrible drinks, he was.]

But the fact that both Shifts involved such... devotion from the villagers towards them is more than a little alarming.

[fsddgsg; aaaah, in a matter of speaking, it's not the right time for loud noises, Jade! His head is already swimming in noise without the clanking of pans. Ugh--]

There's no time to breathe for anything with you, is there?

Breathing's overrated, Your Majesty. [It feels comforting, in a way, to slip back into this routine - now that he has memories back. Now that they can be yourselves again.] And in a situation such as this, making sense of things is the best way to determine that the danger is truly past. You remember who you are, correct? [Jade hasn't even checked to see if Peony made it back to the house yet.]

[He does remember, but the spell of both his lives and their pros and cons is still hanging over him. He had been happy with Nephry in the false one so it was hard to want to believe his other life was the real one. But all the signs pointed to his real memories making the most logical sense and already enough time has passed for him to have started accepting the facts.

With a defeated breathe outward, it takes him a moment to reply.]

... Yeah, it's starting to come back. [Actually it already had all come back, and what he really meant was that he was beginning to accept his real memories. And after another moment to allow himself to reel in his thoughts, he clarifies a little, with a hint of his true cheerful humor in a mostly tired tone.] I'm the Great Peony of the Malkuth Empire. Though I'm still unsure of what all happened myself.

[In the end, he was separated from everyone one way or another and woke up by the lake's edge to find his memories flooding back. He hadn't made it back to House One yet, no.]

Is that so? [He wonders if he is hearing the whole story. Regardless, it certainly doesn't sound like he's in the house yet.] It sounds like you're certainly off to a good start. Do you have any idea where you are, currently? [The easiest way to help Peony through this could be in person.]

Oh? My sincerest apologies. I assumed you would have found those flowers for yourself by now.

Still, you may be in luck. My sister's a gambler, and I tend to take a risk every now and then, myself.

[Barnaby, flustered enough by the retort, bit back his own knee jerk responce for the sake of his pride. He didn't care normally, but his stores of patience and wit were limited at the moment, and distractions could only go so far. Were they in person, Jade would have seen Barnaby frown and look away, dropping down a shield immediatly after he lifted it.]

Then tell me, how do you feel about stakes that are completely unknown, where anything and everything could be a wildcard until a key is found?

Edited 2013-08-27 01:45 (UTC)

Absolutely none, in a matter of speaking. Anything distinctive like the buildings just got up and vanished, and there's nothing but forest and river. It's almost like arriving for a second time.

[In short, what he means to say in between the lines is, "this sucks". But if one listens carefully they can surmise that Peony is smart enough to follow the river back to Historic Luceti.]

Except that now you have a better sense of things. Forget about the imaginary buildings. Just walk against the river's flow to reach the village. [He reminds him anyway, quickly and matter-of-factly. Peony seems to know what he's doing.] I'll try to reach you at some point.

Yeah, I got the walking thing covered for sure.

[Thankfully the following the river survival advice was elementary stuff taught by their late professor, otherwise he might have wandered aimlessly. Anyway, Peony clears his throat. He's said what he knew, so now the floor was Jade's.]

Your turn.

Congratulations. You're a step closer to being a fully functional human being. [He says with some warm criticism, walking with the journal as he makes his way out of the house.]

My turn, is it? For what, pray tell? [He asks, even though he probably already knows the answer.]

That's true. It certainly seems to be an abuse of the power that shifting can give such people over our minds. And it accomplishes the one thing that would otherwise be nearly impossible for us: total unity of the enclosure in service of the one in control. At the least, I know have to give credit to our captors for not keeping us in such a state permanently.

It almost feels like home again. However, I'm not so sure what you're getting at.

Then I'll make it plain: how do you feel about trusting yourself when you're not the same man that you are right now?

Edited 2013-09-04 15:50 (UTC)

Perhaps that is because they cannot do so, or at least not with their current means and resources. Shifts have been known to have unpredictable side effects, after all. Even this time, some of us were left unaffected, and others started seeing through the lies as the days went by.

Jee. Is that a compliment I hear. [Warm criticism meet warm enthusiasm.]

You can start by telling me what happened to you.

I happen to detest the very idea.

The closest that can be managed under the circumstances.

[He pauses for a moment.]

There's not much of a story to be told, I'm afraid. Once my memories returned, I put myself back in order and found my way back home.

[Flatly:]

Glad to see that we agree on something.

I take it that you're not interested in an experiment then. Pity. Didn't you just say that you liked to gamble?

How do you do it- [Is what he asks, with a pause that is long enough to make one believe his words are actually a question, before he pulls himself together quickly enough to add,]

Is what I would ask if I didn't know the answer. [Though the previous slip still proves that he can't hide how he is a little out of sorts. But obviously he's never been the one to take losses of certain close relationships very well.]

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