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- dc comics: cissie king-jones,
- dc comics: jason todd,
- dc comics: stephanie brown,
- dc comics: tim drake-wayne,
- detroit: become human: hank anderson,
- ff8: nida nomura,
- ff8: seifer almasy,
- ff8: squall leonhart,
- kingdom hearts: aqua,
- marvel comics: billy kaplan,
- marvel comics: david alleyne,
- marvel comics: tommy shepherd,
- mcu: yondu udonta,
- silent hill: sharon da silva,
- warhammer 40k: aleifr bjornsson,
- warhammer 40k: mira nero
ya gotta wanna be a battering ram
WHO: The entire dang city.
WHAT: Dualis Days, a week-long summer celebration.
WHERE: Central Square Park and the rest of the city.
WHEN: June 17-23.
WARNINGS: Terrorist violence, likely some blood and injuries. Please warn in individual threads!
June 17; Central Square Park.
Every year for as far back as anyone can remember, the start of summer is heralded by the week-long festival known as Dualis Days. This celebration officially kicks off at midday in the middle of Central Square Park with a commencement speech by the current mayor. This year marks Marcelina Dubanowski's third term as mayor of Dualis; she is an average-sized, middle-aged human-presenting woman with blonde hair styled in a short bob and a plastic, toothy smile that never seems to turn entirely off.
"Welcome, one and all!" she begins, with the practiced cadence of someone who is quite comfortable with public speaking. She invites all citizens, new and old, to spend the next week indulging in festivities in all districts of the city and getting to know their neighbors a little better. This is a joyous time of celebration, and the crowd responds with enthusiastic applause as the mayor finishes her speech and introduces this year's parade marshall, Peshtigo Tengfei.
Tengfei blows a whistle six times to signal the start of the parade - and this is where the celebration goes sideways.
A loud explosion tears through the air, and it's followed by panicked screams and the sharp screech of microphone feedback. A bomb has gone off at the platform where the mayor was standing, collapsing the wood and tearing it to splinters and dust. Chaos erupts in the gathered crowd, and as the people shift in all directions to get clear of any possible additional bombs, a loud siren cuts through the cacophony, calling attention to the sudden crackle of video feed present on all television screens throughout the city, including those set up in the park to broadcast the mayor's speech for those standing far from the stage. The picture is plain, a black background and bold white block letters filling the screen:
WAKE UP
WAKE UP
DON'T BELIEVE THE LIES
The final image is an anatomical graphic of a human heart, displayed for about three seconds, and then the feed goes black again.
Confused murmurs sweep through the crowd as citizens resume tending to the injured and evacuating the area until official first responders arrive.
June 17-23; aftermath around the city.
Dualis Days continues as scheduled, though Mayor Dubanowski is unable to enjoy the festival, as she is spending the week in the hospital recovering from her injuries. A team of Iterations guard her door - no visitors allowed - but the news media frequently report updates on her condition. Nothing to worry about, folks! Return to your celebrations, and don't mind the increased visible presence of the Hand as Iterations are stationed every few blocks throughout the city. It's only for your protection, after all.
WHAT: Dualis Days, a week-long summer celebration.
WHERE: Central Square Park and the rest of the city.
WHEN: June 17-23.
WARNINGS: Terrorist violence, likely some blood and injuries. Please warn in individual threads!
June 17; Central Square Park.
Every year for as far back as anyone can remember, the start of summer is heralded by the week-long festival known as Dualis Days. This celebration officially kicks off at midday in the middle of Central Square Park with a commencement speech by the current mayor. This year marks Marcelina Dubanowski's third term as mayor of Dualis; she is an average-sized, middle-aged human-presenting woman with blonde hair styled in a short bob and a plastic, toothy smile that never seems to turn entirely off.
"Welcome, one and all!" she begins, with the practiced cadence of someone who is quite comfortable with public speaking. She invites all citizens, new and old, to spend the next week indulging in festivities in all districts of the city and getting to know their neighbors a little better. This is a joyous time of celebration, and the crowd responds with enthusiastic applause as the mayor finishes her speech and introduces this year's parade marshall, Peshtigo Tengfei.
Tengfei blows a whistle six times to signal the start of the parade - and this is where the celebration goes sideways.
A loud explosion tears through the air, and it's followed by panicked screams and the sharp screech of microphone feedback. A bomb has gone off at the platform where the mayor was standing, collapsing the wood and tearing it to splinters and dust. Chaos erupts in the gathered crowd, and as the people shift in all directions to get clear of any possible additional bombs, a loud siren cuts through the cacophony, calling attention to the sudden crackle of video feed present on all television screens throughout the city, including those set up in the park to broadcast the mayor's speech for those standing far from the stage. The picture is plain, a black background and bold white block letters filling the screen:
WAKE UP
DON'T BELIEVE THE LIES
The final image is an anatomical graphic of a human heart, displayed for about three seconds, and then the feed goes black again.
Confused murmurs sweep through the crowd as citizens resume tending to the injured and evacuating the area until official first responders arrive.
June 17-23; aftermath around the city.
Dualis Days continues as scheduled, though Mayor Dubanowski is unable to enjoy the festival, as she is spending the week in the hospital recovering from her injuries. A team of Iterations guard her door - no visitors allowed - but the news media frequently report updates on her condition. Nothing to worry about, folks! Return to your celebrations, and don't mind the increased visible presence of the Hand as Iterations are stationed every few blocks throughout the city. It's only for your protection, after all.
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"It's part of the Imperium, so you could say it's 'associated' with Earth, yes," Mira says, incredulous. Accustomed to a galaxy of millions of inhabited worlds, she hasn't made the logical leap of considering she might be in another universe entirely.
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Yeah, no games, so he turns his attention fully to the soldier woman. Really, he’s intrigued. Her military sounds so... strange. Seems like Galbadia, which makes him leery. They messed up a lot with their aggression.
“How but is this Imperium?”
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I apologize for him. Someone spent seven months telling him Star Wars as a bedtime story
“My boyfriend is from Earth,” Nida shrugs. “New York specifically. We were supposed to be going back, but life throws curveball.”
Still, the rest for what she said has his eyes lighting up in intrigue. This.. this sounds like stories Billy has told him, and that is exciting. Emperors and united star systems and soldiers and space magic!
“You’re like Star Wars!”
welp
"There's war among the stars, yes," Mira says, taken aback by Nida's sudden excitement and clueless as to what caused it. "The Imperium is beset by enemies."
If any copies of Star Wars survived the Age of Strife, the Inquisition has certainly declared them heretical and locked them away to rot somewhere.
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“Please, please tell me you don’t have light sabers. They are so stupid sounding. More if you have fucking lightsaber double sided poles!”
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Right. People don’t need to know about his loathing of dragons. So he clears his throat some and considered her. Back on topic.
“My world only has the starts of space travel down. An orbital station, trying I to orbit, but never going anywhere. Would you be okay with telling me some? Nothing whatever your intel branch would get angry about and be like. Just tell me what it’s like to be out there. I like too gather space stories.”
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“Two hundred paces that way, turn right after the popcorn stand. Or behind us, five hundred paces by a blue and gray striped stand with ring toss. Or if you want a table we take a right here, three stalls, left, then fifty paces.”
Situational awareness? Check. And maybe he has wandered here a lot today. Or both. Both is good.
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"What do you find so appealing about space travel?" she asks over her shoulder.
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“Honestly, it’s a silly little thing left over from my childhood. An expansion above and beyond a longing to fly. It’s about freedom. Somewhere out there,” his hand gestures to the sky far beyond them as if to encompass space itself, “there had to be a better place than the closest thing I had to home. Add in a little bit of me as a kid, stretched out on the roof of our cabin, looking up at the stars through gaps in the trees as my dad taught me the constellations. A connection to the family I don’t have anymore. Forgot that part for so long. But I always loved the stats and the skies.”
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"And since your world had no spaceflight, you couldn't know what was out there," she says. That makes sense. "There's no escape in the stars, Nomura. War is everywhere."
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“I’ve given up hope for the cosmos.” It is a pragmatic statement, and his expression is briefly dark. Then he moves on.
“But I am still interested.”
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“And a daemon? What would that be?”
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She's neither superstitious nor easily rattled, so she doesn't make the sign of the Aquila when she starts talking about Chaos, but it's still not a pleasant topic.
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“I was really hoping there would be something new out there. I am tired of monsters.”
He has been fighting monsters since he was young. The idea of more of them in space squashes his desire to know more.
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Which is a gross simplification. But it works for right now. A simple explanation for a simpler situation.
“They build up to high numbers and then fall to the planet. And their presence corrupts normal creatures into monsters. We deal with it as we always have. And some are tasty.”
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Where he gets off acting like he’s really experienced with that is a mystery. Probably all the stories he has heard from friends about multiverse travel. Life is stranger when you know someone who knows someone who can kick holes between universes.
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They don't teach that sort of philosophical concept where she's from. Might lead to heresy.
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“You of course don’t have to believe me. But I have met people from different instances of one world. A mother and her sons actually.”
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