Albert Silverberg (
chikaidestroyer) wrote2008-10-07 04:07 pm
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∞ 35: Reminiscence [written/action]
Twenty more days.
That is what Faeren has told me. When Luceti was still at its most unknown and the time of day was the least of my concerns, she observed. October 27, by the calculations based off my calendar. As I think of it now, I imagine it will be a depressing day when it arrives. But the reality will likely be less stunning. Unless, of course, the Malnosso have set the day aside for an anniversary experiment.
Because that is what it will be: an anniversary.
There were 20 of us, in the beginning. Ironic how I write that on this day. Of those 20, there are only 3 of us who remain. The houses were occupied by one or two at most, and the only community housing building was largely empty. That first day was the only time I could reliably record the population of the Luceti for several months.
Then came the floods. Not the experiment, but the droves of people. Luceti fell into chaos; a cacophony of confused souls who couldn't wrap their minds around the situation. As quickly as the chaos settled in, the Malnosso made themselves known by sending the rains and stealing away individual test subjects.
It hasn't ceased since then. The kidnappings, the experiments. But the Malnosso have changed their tactics, ever so slightly. They do not speak or taunt anymore, as they did before every experiment in the past. They have developed a system for introducing new test subjects, which has since then been dubbed the New Feather cycle. They have been seen, and yet have not, by several inhabitants.
Some call Luceti home now. Some cannot imagine ever leaving it. Some live in a daze, comfortable in this peaceful anarchy. Some have given up entirely.
Twenty more days.
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[Albert sits on a bench in the fountain plaza, his expression closed. He looks pale from his time spent indoors nowadays. In fact, he looks rather numb, just sitting there with his journal.]
That is what Faeren has told me. When Luceti was still at its most unknown and the time of day was the least of my concerns, she observed. October 27, by the calculations based off my calendar. As I think of it now, I imagine it will be a depressing day when it arrives. But the reality will likely be less stunning. Unless, of course, the Malnosso have set the day aside for an anniversary experiment.
Because that is what it will be: an anniversary.
There were 20 of us, in the beginning. Ironic how I write that on this day. Of those 20, there are only 3 of us who remain. The houses were occupied by one or two at most, and the only community housing building was largely empty. That first day was the only time I could reliably record the population of the Luceti for several months.
Then came the floods. Not the experiment, but the droves of people. Luceti fell into chaos; a cacophony of confused souls who couldn't wrap their minds around the situation. As quickly as the chaos settled in, the Malnosso made themselves known by sending the rains and stealing away individual test subjects.
It hasn't ceased since then. The kidnappings, the experiments. But the Malnosso have changed their tactics, ever so slightly. They do not speak or taunt anymore, as they did before every experiment in the past. They have developed a system for introducing new test subjects, which has since then been dubbed the New Feather cycle. They have been seen, and yet have not, by several inhabitants.
Some call Luceti home now. Some cannot imagine ever leaving it. Some live in a daze, comfortable in this peaceful anarchy. Some have given up entirely.
Twenty more days.
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[Albert sits on a bench in the fountain plaza, his expression closed. He looks pale from his time spent indoors nowadays. In fact, he looks rather numb, just sitting there with his journal.]
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[He glances at her. Perhaps he should invite her to sit down. Hm.]
Working harder makes the monotony that much more unbearable, yes?
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[the second comment gets a slight raised eyebrow]
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Please, Professor. Have a seat.
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... Very well.
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A single year has never felt so long, so perilous.
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Formal tactics have not effect on Luceti's morale. Even now, there are efforts being made to raise an army, in some sort of hope that we will have a chance to fight the Malnosso on equal grounds.
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The Malnosso situation aside, we've still threats to deal with of our own number. Some more organization would do much for it.
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Our internal conflicts are so petty and self-destructive. And likely entirely intentional on the Malnosso's part. If we take down the threat, the Malnosso restore it upon us.
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It all works very well to their advantage, without them having to do much else.
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The fact that you've identified the issue should mean something, at least.
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We are each other's weakness.
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Or would you rather wait out the twenty days to see what that may turn out to be. [Her tone is not very approving of this option, subtle as it is]
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[And he will just ignore that other option, Raine. Hmph.]
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And yes, it would be. Rhieards would be especially useful, in a place like this.
[Well good. :| Or else he might have gotten another scary look directed at him.]
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Rhieard? That sounds somewhat avian in origin.
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