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Letale Narrator--The Bellum Letale Mod Journal (letalenarrator) wrote in bellumlogs,
@ 2010-05-01 23:58:00

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plot: fables

End of the Fables plot
Who: Everyone who wants to participate!
What: The End of the Fables plot. Post your change backs here if you so choose!
Where: Bellum Letale
When: Sunrise
Warnings: All sorts?

As the sun rose over New York, the building twitched again, shuddering and shaking through time and space, a shift so quick that it was nearly invisible. Stories, fairy tales, and fables began to go back into their boxes, closed off from where they'd bled into reality, into the selves of the tenants. The building righted itself as brightness enveloped the city.

Things began to revert to their normal selves, whether they liked it or not. First the hallways, then the doors, and then the people, one by one. Rich finery spun back into 100% cotton, rage melted into confusion and despair. Only the memories stayed, unchanged by the building's influence. And, despite the fights and and the strangeness and the magic of the night, the memories the evening left behind may have been the worst of the aftermath.

[Note: If the sun has not yet neared rising for your character in the Transformation Log feel free to take as much time as you need to finish. The overall building, however, will be moving forward as of this post.]

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reclamation
2010-05-02 08:03 pm UTC (link)

This guy was a real riot. The threat had gone right over his head, or maybe just been discarded for some other ridiculous reason - like not being important. That'd be a scientific thing, wouldn't it? Will kept his hand on the banister to stop from grabbing Archer by the neck and hurling him forward - but he still had one free hand. That one closed into a fist against his side.

"Because people don't want scientific answers," he growled, wanting to get to the fourth floor and back to his room and sleep as soon as he could. "You've got facts, doctor. I can guarantee that's not what anybody's looking for." Not even him. Sure, maybe later knowing how all of this went down would be nice, but right now, that was pretty much unimportant. Someone was hurt because of him, and only a very small part of him wanted to go back up and apologize.

Pure, unbiased knowledge. Will snorted slightly but didn't comment. Sure. Unbiased. The moment he called it 'pure' it was biased.

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sneakingaround
2010-05-02 08:22 pm UTC (link)

People didn't want facts? They didn't want answers? Christ, they were disgusting creatures. Wrinkling his nose in disgust, he slowly made his way down the stairs. "They just don't understand," he said, carrying himself with a strength and power that reminded him eerily of Griffin. "The answers to the universe are why we're here. It wasn't for the sake of...fornication and money spending." Sometimes humanity made him want to vomit. It was so unenlightened.

"The only reason you stand before me now is because your DNA contains codes for these proteins, and not only that, you have a system of expression that makes those theoretical proteins a reality. Now if the residents of Bellum contain a series of promoters that can radically change the expression of their DNA, tapping into proteins that otherwise wouldn't exist..." He trailed off, a soft smile on his face. It was genuine and fond, the smile of a man thinking of his dear loved one. "You can't tell me that that wouldn't be relevant to you, sir."

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reclamation
2010-05-02 08:44 pm UTC (link)

Something was wrong with this doctor. Will gave him a careful look as he spoke, talking about theoretical proteins and promoters and ... did he actually use the word fornication? It was like somebody'd brought a 19th century science textbook to life.

That didn't change the fact that everything Archer said grated more and more on Will's nerves. He glared at the doctor now, feeling the shadowy darkness that constantly lingered on the edge of his mind wake itself up again and start to creep forward. It had just had a whole night to exert itself, and now ... well, now he needed it again. To show this smartass just how smart he was being.

"It wouldn't." He liked being grounded in reality, and he was currently holding on to it by a couple of very thin threads. "It doesn't matter how fancy you can make life look or how much you can try and take from ... from whatever the hell it is that just happened. In the end, everyone dies."

Will gave Archer a very pointed look, pausing with his hand on the banister down to the landing of the fourth floor.

"Some of us sooner than others."

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sneakingaround
2010-05-02 11:36 pm UTC (link)

The look the men shared was one of mutual dislike and death. Archer, however, didn't back down. Spine straight, body held with a dignity he had never had before, he merely smiled. "Perhaps that is true. But if you go through life afraid of pursuing enlightenment, then you were never worthy of the frontal lobe God saw fit to give you." His smile twitched into a deep smirk. "And that's wasteful."

Clutching his lion hair sample in his left hand, he turned his back on the man and slowly descended the stairs to the first floor. Though he wanted to dwell on this man's stupidity, he knew that he had science to do.

He had a future to create.

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reclamation
2010-05-03 12:01 am UTC (link)

Enlightenment, Will thought as the doctor turned to go further down the stairs, came in many forms. Archer sought it in genetics. For him, science seemed to be all that mattered. Will was already enlightened. You got enlightenment on the battlefield, overnight, in dark, damp places or freezing dry ones, seeing people die, walking over corpses. He may never have seen Vietnam but that only meant he found the same things in different places.

Sure, he hadn't cared. The disgust he should have felt was still slow to come, even twenty years after it had all ended. But he still knew more than some uppity prick with a degree in god only knew what. Biochemistry, was it? He kept going down the stairs until he got to the fourth floor landing and glanced over at Archer as the doctor continued down the stairs, probably totally unaware of how ridiculous he looked, naked and proud like that.

"You should be afraid of enlightenment," he said, not really caring if archer heard him. Then he turned and headed for his room and the empty blackness of sleep. Maybe a glass of something to help him along.

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