You find yourself awakening in an unfamiliar location. Even if you don't sleep - even if you weren't sleeping in the Void, or even if you weren't in the Void - you find yourself here now. Your head feels fuzzy and you struggle to remember. Where are you? What were you supposed to be doing? Who are you? The exact extent of this is up to you all, but regardless, waking up is a struggle.
Getting free is going to be even more of a struggle. You're suspended in a glass tube of some kind, bound at the ankles and wrists keeping you aloft by mechanical shackles. Those will break fairly easily even if you aren't the strongest; the glass tube will be the bigger problem. It's thick and not the easiest to break - although those of you with enough strength can shatter it, and if you remember how to use your shards, those could come in handy.
Speaking of, you still retain your shards on the backs of your hands where they should be. You can still make use of them even here... wherever "here" is.
It seems to be a laboratory of some sort; aside from the glass tubes housing all of you individually, there are several more filled with liquid and dark objects within... are they people? Regardless of what they are, they fill you with dread. You don't want to end up like them, do you?
The laboratory is dimly lit. You can only see a few feet in front of you, making it difficult to tell what else this place has to offer aside from your fellow shardbearers and those ominous tubes. Strangely, any attempts at creating light - whether that's through anything you have on your person or through use of your shard powers - will simply fail. You're stuck in the dark, it seems, and even if you were once capable of seeing in it, you aren't able to now.
Focus on getting free first, then let's see where this leads.
...maybe. There are... things, bubbling up, that he thinks he remembers. Maybe. Like... giving up. Giving in. Betraying everyone he ever loved because the promises were so more enticing than continuing to fight a losing battle that had only brought him fear and pain and isolation. Loving what selling his soul had gotten him.
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At least I am not lying around moping about it. At least get on your feet if you intend to insult me.
[like, yeah, he should be pissed at his double acting like a teenager who's been told to do his chores, but it's better than giving him the sad eyes emoji.]
And I have no idea; I am still putting myself together at the moment. I suppose it is some... mental construct or other.
[...hm. oh. yeah.]
I have no idea whose it is, but it feels like that is what it could be, considering we have been wandering in and out of each others' for the past week or so.
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Is that not what we are? You are?
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He doesn't...
...maybe. There are... things, bubbling up, that he thinks he remembers. Maybe. Like... giving up. Giving in. Betraying everyone he ever loved because the promises were so more enticing than continuing to fight a losing battle that had only brought him fear and pain and isolation. Loving what selling his soul had gotten him.
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At least I am not lying around moping about it. At least get on your feet if you intend to insult me.
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[...But Jasper rises to his feet nevertheless, frowning at you.]
What is this place? Have you figured that out yet?
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[like, yeah, he should be pissed at his double acting like a teenager who's been told to do his chores, but it's better than giving him the sad eyes emoji.]
And I have no idea; I am still putting myself together at the moment. I suppose it is some... mental construct or other.
[...hm. oh. yeah.]
I have no idea whose it is, but it feels like that is what it could be, considering we have been wandering in and out of each others' for the past week or so.
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Correct. You all aren't supposed to be here. This isn't any of yours. You shouldn't be able to reach this place.
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[here.
in good standing with anyone around him.
alive.]
What is one more to add to the pile?
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[To finally have a victory, after so damn long.]
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I will take it, I suppose.
[what even is "deserving" at this point....]
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