The Break Room
Location: Versailles | France
Time: December 26th 1776
Daren | Kurumu | Kyre
"You poor thing," Kurumu reached out and patted his shoulders gently. There was genuine pity in her voice, but at the same time a deep disgust that seemed to resonate in the undercurrents of the air. Kurumu closed her eyes and drew a soft breath through her lips before giving a great heaving sigh that made her body shudder.
"What I'm about to say might break you sweetie," she peeked over at Kyre being revived on the floor a little ways away before turning back to Darren,
"this is all real... but you are not."
Darren blinked, confused.
Kurumu smiled sadly and pulled him by the hand to the bed, sitting him down on the edge as she kicked Red Mage's corpse out of the way in the most polite way possible. She sat down next to him and placed her hands over his,
"Listen, you're not real." She paused and then corrected herself,
"You are less real than us." The white Mages pulled Kyre to her feet and cleaned her clothes of blood. She looked as good as new, miraculously, if a few years younger.
"You and her exist differently to us. 'Us' being established characters. We are perpetual, as long as people remember us we will endure and live on. We will exist upon this reality and continue existing." She paused and looked away,
"Sometimes it's a bit much though to be honest, living through every instance of anyone's demented fantasies." She shook herself out of it and turned back to Darren, forcing a smile onto her lips.
"Being an Original Character, you have a dramatically smaller lifespan than us... and given time you will die when you fade from the memories of others. But until then you will remain immortal." Kurumu gave Darren a long hard look, and when it seemed as if he didn't understand, she resigned to give him the answer straight.
"You are a fictional character Darren, the 'simulation' that Mu-12 was talking about is the internet. That is what the Break Room is. It's a break room, where we come to cool off after work, where we can socialize and forget all the terrible things that we had to do to continue existing. Though we are never really resting I suppose, we are a multiplicity, existing in many instances at many times. I guess it's nice to have at least one part of me resting at any given time right?" She forced a smile and got up.
"It's all real Darren, and it's all not at the same time. The way we exist is very strange I think, and thinking about it too hard won't be too healthy."
The White Mages grabbed Kyre by the arms and began hauling her away. Kurumu turned to Darren and bundled up her hair, leaving her neck naked. She tilted her head to the side,
"If you still want to, go ahead. I'll come back. Don't worry about it. I just won't remember you or most anything from the Avatar Adventure. Make your decision quickly before they come back for you."
Personaverse
Location: Rising Dawn
Cz | Deadshot | Lucieon
The lightning shot through Lucieon's body, and had he still been undead he would have been unfazed. Unfortunately, his soft and squishy human body conducted well, and he lost consciousness against his will, falling to the floor ina crumpled heap of silks and leathers. But still, the fire raged around him, spreading and consuming where it could, and without the sorcerer's guidance the magicked fires grew hungry and fierce, devouring things that Deadshot didn't even know where flammable.
Cz recoiled at the flames, burnt by the proximity of the fire to her bare skin.
"Okay! Not what I hoped would have happened! Do something!"
Though it was strange, why is it that Lucieon could use his magicks within Philemon's world when all the others could not? There was something fundamentally unright about the situation.
