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futurology2017-03-27 01:14 pm
selfimage) wrote in futurology2017-03-27 01:14 pm
AUDIO. UN: LOKI
[ as the cures and vaccines are passed through ALASTAIR recruits and the population alike, Loki takes a moment to address Audentes. it's the end of one story, after all, he feels that the lingering strings have a chance to be tied up in a neat bow.
there's an odd sort of feeling that accompanies the announcement. while his easy, casual manner still guides his tone, there's a hint of pride in the cadence of his words. ]
As everything comes to an end in Woodhurst, I suppose it would be satisfying to get some closure. There are those of us that are still recuperating, and those of us aiding in the efforts to spread the cure. To all, I bring news.
A fair number of us found dear "Doctor" Percy holed up in his sewer abode, alone aside from his brigade of robotic guards. The work he did to conceive the alien virus and spread the infection, it was all due to his personal efforts. He was a single Zymandis agent, alone, with a grandiose plan to infect the entire universe, and watch it suffer before it crumbled. [ he's leaving a few gruesome details out, but it's probably better for those who already feel nauseous. ]
If the cannibalistic sickness proved effective, Zymandis meant to use it to spread destruction, causing the premature death of other vulnerable timelines to harvest their energy.
[ a pause, and there's a part of him that can't help but be satisfied. ]
He thought he may have a chance for making it out. Instead, he seemed to have met a well-deserved fate. The last vial of his precious sickness has been collected, so it's bye-bye virus for the time being. He won't be reporting to anyone of his unfortunate successes and even more questionable failures.
A pity. [ he says it in the way that it doesn't sound like a pity at all. ]
OOC | threadhopping is great. anyone who was there, feel free to add!
there's an odd sort of feeling that accompanies the announcement. while his easy, casual manner still guides his tone, there's a hint of pride in the cadence of his words. ]
As everything comes to an end in Woodhurst, I suppose it would be satisfying to get some closure. There are those of us that are still recuperating, and those of us aiding in the efforts to spread the cure. To all, I bring news.
A fair number of us found dear "Doctor" Percy holed up in his sewer abode, alone aside from his brigade of robotic guards. The work he did to conceive the alien virus and spread the infection, it was all due to his personal efforts. He was a single Zymandis agent, alone, with a grandiose plan to infect the entire universe, and watch it suffer before it crumbled. [ he's leaving a few gruesome details out, but it's probably better for those who already feel nauseous. ]
If the cannibalistic sickness proved effective, Zymandis meant to use it to spread destruction, causing the premature death of other vulnerable timelines to harvest their energy.
[ a pause, and there's a part of him that can't help but be satisfied. ]
He thought he may have a chance for making it out. Instead, he seemed to have met a well-deserved fate. The last vial of his precious sickness has been collected, so it's bye-bye virus for the time being. He won't be reporting to anyone of his unfortunate successes and even more questionable failures.
A pity. [ he says it in the way that it doesn't sound like a pity at all. ]
OOC | threadhopping is great. anyone who was there, feel free to add!
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[ there's a dramatic pause. ]
We'll have to find out, won't we?
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( why. why did this make her laugh. )
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[ says the god of lies and deceit. ]
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For every reality that isn't the one that survives, yeah. Which I don't like. That means all our homes and the people we care about dying.
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...
Even those that we never got to know. Fleeting ideas, too unstable to sustain themselves. Perhaps some that are. How many yous are scattered in the timeline?
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... How many me's might have been eaten?
( she means turned into pigs, because that had been a real possibility; what if there were times where she gave up, or in, or ate like her parents did? now she's caught up in that detail: smaller and more immediate to grasp than the destruction of every possible universe but for one. )
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And how many are still out there?