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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's been a long day, and he's gotten the Universe arcana back. He's a little tired after the ordeal.]
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...By poking him.
Poke. Poke. Poke. ...POKEPOKEPOKEPOKE]
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The pokes wake him up and he waves them off.]
Stop.
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Rise and shine, Minato-kun! Did you sleep well enough?
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Minako?
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[Nope, not going to mention anything else outside of that! Nothing about the drones or anything, nothing at all!]
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[Excuse him, he's just going to hug you now. I hope you don't mind.]
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Hey, what's going on? Don't tell me you missed me that much did you?
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One tear escapes his eye, followed by another. No full-on sobbing, but once again, just like with Shana, he can't hold back his tears.]
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Hey, what's wrong? [Pause] I don't know what happened after I left here but... would you mind telling me?
[Does she want to hear it?]
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We did it. Mayfield no longer exists.
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There was some relief that such a place doesn't exist anymore and yet, something else was bothering her.]
There...isn't a catch is there? M-Mayfield doesn't exist anymore...right? There's got to be something...right?
[Please say no]
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And so, slowly, he tells Minako the hard truth. That Mayfield was a simulation. That it didn't take people from their homes. And that they were copies.]
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It was one of the rare times that Minako was speechless. Her time in Mayfield, her 'life' back home, her death, meeting all those people here....
It wasn't a lie but at the same time, it was. It was a lot to take in but she wasn't sure how to respond. She didn't want to think about it but it made sense. After all, how else were they able to bring back people from the dead so easily? She stood still in place while her arms were around him.
At least, she was able to find out the truth about this place. However, being the optimist that she is, there is something positive about this.
Let's positive think!Give her a moment as she thinks of what to respond with]But...my time in Mayfield, they're my memories and mine alone. It was short but...n-no one can take that away from me. Not ever.
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No one will.
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E-even if I am a clone...[There was a selfish part of her. If she was a clone, that means she wasn't protecting the earth from Erebus. A part of her felt a little empty knowing that she didn't accomplish much of anything but at the same time...she still had that opportunity to do so...right?]
I guess that means I...can think what I want to do now.