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mayfield_rpg2012-12-02 11:36 pm
mayfield_mods) wrote in mayfield_rpg2012-12-02 11:36 pm
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THE END
You've walked for what feels like ages down the highway as a group- all those who chose uncertain freedom over certain death. Within an hour, Mayfield became a distant speck on the horizon before ultimately fading into the hills and trees. The only sign of the place you've escaped is the sky, which remains an eerie brown even after night falls and you've put Mayfield hours behind you.
Try as you might, it's impossible not to imagine that you've been led into a trap. What if this is all part of some new sick game of Johnson's- or even Zemekis'? It certainly wouldn't be the first time. What if the events of the past few months- saving Annie, Gray's "ghost", Zemekis' apparent death -what if it's all been nothing but the latest in a long tradition of Mayfield's-
These thoughts fade when you see the first sunbeam.
This road isn't like the ones before: the roads that looped endlessly into themselves, inevitably leading back to where they began. This road has an end.
Keep walking forward and you'll find yourself in a new town, both similar to Mayfield and utterly unlike it. The buildings here are crude and unfinished- the streets little better than paved paths of dirt. There are no drones here, no hazmats, no one in sight other than you and your companions. But all of these things are nothing more than trivial details, when compared to what you feel the moment you enter its boundaries.
There's power here- you can feel it in your fingertips. Each and every one of you can, from the most godlike seraph to the most ordinary human: power, faint but unmistakable. The power to build a world, and to destroy it. The same power that's been lorded over you for four years... but now, it's yours to command.
You can create a new life here. It isn't the home you remember- the home you remember, after all, was never yours to begin with. For some of you, that's a blessing. For others, it's a hard truth you'll have to live with. But even though you can't go home, with the power you've been given, it might just be possible to bring home to you. Bits and pieces of it- locations you remember, small creatures from your world- no people, though. That's one power Annie decided not to give you.
The place you've found isn't perfect- there will be work, hard work, and pain. The place you've found is your own: there are no overseers here, no Zemekis, no Johnson. The place you've found may not be paradise- but it's the nearest thing you're going to get.
You've found, at last, a better place to live.
Try as you might, it's impossible not to imagine that you've been led into a trap. What if this is all part of some new sick game of Johnson's- or even Zemekis'? It certainly wouldn't be the first time. What if the events of the past few months- saving Annie, Gray's "ghost", Zemekis' apparent death -what if it's all been nothing but the latest in a long tradition of Mayfield's-
These thoughts fade when you see the first sunbeam.
This road isn't like the ones before: the roads that looped endlessly into themselves, inevitably leading back to where they began. This road has an end.
Keep walking forward and you'll find yourself in a new town, both similar to Mayfield and utterly unlike it. The buildings here are crude and unfinished- the streets little better than paved paths of dirt. There are no drones here, no hazmats, no one in sight other than you and your companions. But all of these things are nothing more than trivial details, when compared to what you feel the moment you enter its boundaries.
There's power here- you can feel it in your fingertips. Each and every one of you can, from the most godlike seraph to the most ordinary human: power, faint but unmistakable. The power to build a world, and to destroy it. The same power that's been lorded over you for four years... but now, it's yours to command.
You can create a new life here. It isn't the home you remember- the home you remember, after all, was never yours to begin with. For some of you, that's a blessing. For others, it's a hard truth you'll have to live with. But even though you can't go home, with the power you've been given, it might just be possible to bring home to you. Bits and pieces of it- locations you remember, small creatures from your world- no people, though. That's one power Annie decided not to give you.
The place you've found isn't perfect- there will be work, hard work, and pain. The place you've found is your own: there are no overseers here, no Zemekis, no Johnson. The place you've found may not be paradise- but it's the nearest thing you're going to get.
You've found, at last, a better place to live.
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It sounds as though, somewhere inside, something is humming.
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But that's a philosophy for people with patience. And patience is something Pokey has always been lacking.
He tries to ignore the building. He really does. Pokey walks around the new town - their town, his town - again and again and again. Each time he comes back to that secluded, boarded up building.
The last time he comes to it, he has a hammer. And every intent to try and pry the boards away, just to see what's behind it.]
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But, the real Henry would be doing all that. While he's only a copy, he found faith that he himself was still real. He's sad to know he can never see Emma again he at least knows Henry Mills of Storybrooke will be okay in the end.
But the boarded up building gets his attention. Walking up to it he begins peering through the cracks...and he'll try and pry the boards off the door.]
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If this is what Annie was working on... power source, maybe?
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He pulls the boards down and peers inside.]
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But even now, his curiosity rears its head. Those boards look like they can be removed easily, and he gets right to it.]
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It wasn't Equestria; she knew she could never return to Equestria, but just as she did with Mayfield, she'll make the best out of what she has. She has friends to care to, others to support and a home to build. She was ready to make this new place a true better place to live.
But of course, she knew better than to trust it right off the bat. She had to search every inch of the town before she could trust it; this new building wouldn't escape her. She wasn't sure how difficult it would be to break in, but she had to know what it was. Twilight stands right outside, eying it warily as if inspecting it for inconsistencies or weaknesses.)
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There's... potential here. So much.
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Catching notice of the building that looks almost complete, the scientist and his machines approach it, trying to figure out what's inside.]
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Mayfield ended. And it its place is a new journey.
After stepping out and exploring the town, Minato finds himself drawn to this building. Mostly because it's different from what he's used to. If compared to the houses in Mayfield, this one looks more modern. It also lacks windows and the door is boarded up. Yet there's a strange humming inside.
His Courage is high enough to approach and get to the bottom of it.]
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And there was that time he got absorbed by the Blob. Became a member of the cliched undead and tried to carry the Doctor off to his couch.
That's starting to feel farther away for Rory than his two-thousand year stint as a Roman. God, but things had a way of going downhill fast, didn't they? This town was rougher around the edges than he'd gotten used to, but an end is an end, probably. Better than dying or vanishing from existence entirely, if he looks on the brighter side.
Having trouble with that, actually. He's alive and the Doctor is alive, so many people are, and this place just feels like it can turn into something good if they're patient. There's hope, and he's grateful for it, he is.
But it's the second time in his life he's found out he isn't really him after all, and something tells him that this time, there isn't going to be any second Big Bang. No waking up in a fixed universe exactly where he's supposed to be.
His dad. His daughter. His house, his job, Leadworth, his Earth. He's probably never going to see Amelia Pond again, he'll never know how the rest of their lives turn out, and none of his life will miss him, because it's not his life at all.
Waiting again, only for nothing of home to come from it.
If Rory stops to think about it, he's not sure whether he feels more grief, anger, or horror- better not to think about it if he can help it yet, in that case. He'll have a proper breakdown and identity crisis in the future, maybe, when everyone's settled in (or as settled as they can manage). For now, there are things to do that shouldn't wait. Certain people to look for, potential future clinics to scope out and a new place to get to know, injured to try to gather up and healers to get to know to help out with that.
He leaves the mysterious modern building exploration to the people more eager to get into it, staying outside for the better sake of flopping onto the ground for a minute before everyone gets to work (if something doesn't come running out to kill them all, and all). Maybe it's hospital material in there. Doubtful, but a modern nurse can hope.
There's a home to carve out around here. For everyone. And until he hits whatever point proves to be the breaking one, Rory Williams can keep himself together and remember that he's probably not the only one wishing for the home they remember, however little they belong to those places. And maybe that for some of the people here, this is the best possible outcome they could have hoped for.
There isn't any pain in that much.
Plus on the bright side, he somehow kept his good looks through all the torture, death, cannibals and Blobs, so. :I ]
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Hey!
Hey you!
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[The joy is catching and Harley is once again grinning.]
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Mart. You made it...
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[And in bounds Nyanpire, right onto his chest, beaming.]
What, what, nyaa?
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For several hours, the machine does nothing but hum loudly, locked in place with only the word REVERSED written on its screen.
And then, several hours later, it comes to life, and, walking out of a compartment in the back of the bunker, some familiar newcomers will join you. These are the faces of drones you've become familiar with in Mayfield, or perhaps the faces of someone you once knew who died. They aren't drones any longer, although they don't remember anything past the moment of their droning (and if they were killed when permadeath was active, they will remember nothing of their time in Mayfield whatsoever).
Not everyone is here, and the new faces only gradually appear; with time, perhaps everyone will return, or perhaps not. Occasionally, a glitch may lead to two or more versions of the same characters appearing, with two different sets of memories of Mayfield.
You're all here together now, and while your newfound control over this town isn't absolute, it's enough that you'll be able to shape the town into what you want it to be.
Welcome home. It may not be perfect, but it's yours.
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Huh. This isn't...
Wait.
Sora Himoto blinks a few times and straightens up from her just-awoken slouch. This isn't right! Last she remembers, she was out in the yard, practicing with her sword!
Pushing past the others, familiar and unknown, she steps out of the bunker and into the sunlight, into the new town instead.]
Whoa... Hey, this isn't right! Uh, did I miss something?!
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pretend these are human icons, i had to delete them for space ):
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Now in the right place!
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rolls on in
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