She laughed a bit, and shook her head. She thought questions might be easier to ask in the middle since they were from entirely different places, since Kaine could never seem to learn how to change her speech or her mannerisms just right. It left room for that lost in translation effect, but if he wanted her to go on then she would.
"Right. Nariko went to speak with our 'dinh', and was told a legend. That our world had been made by a God, one that lived among us for a long time, long before even my great-grandparents, but that God died. Because that God was dead Spectres were invading our world essentially because there was no great force to keep the out. Like many stories, it was all very weird and jumbled." At least that was how it appeared to Kaine at the time and even now. Too easy, too idealistic, and her instincts had been correct as ever. "Anyway, our 'dinh', Matilda, gave us a map. If we went by that story we'd have to bring back some weird God on our Earth and then everything would be fine. None of us really believed that but, hey, we could get to where that person was supposed to live easily enough, and it wasn't as if there was anything else to go on. For good measure Nariko asked everyone around town, even went as far as Commerce - the city with the ocean - but everyone agreed on this story."
"So we had to get these four keys from monsters. The thing about my world is that it's filled with a bunch of things you might call strange, domesticated yaks, dogs and cats that can move themselves from one place to the next in an instant, and then especially large beasts that tend to guard certain areas. For each key there was a beast to kill, and a sort of," She waved her hands vaguely. "Temple-like area to go into where the key was. After we had all four it was easy to go on our merry way, to the final leg of a shit show that had already been pretty weird, especially when you remember that Claude had been following us the whole time. Mostly being an antagonizing little shit that wouldn't make any sense. He kept trying to get us to turn around but there's no stopping Nariko, and I was still pretty damn tired of fighting Spectres."
Here, Kaine paused, and though she tried to refrain from slipping into a heavy voice, it seemed inevitable. "So we get to this … Castle-like place, made entirely of glass, about the strangest thing I've ever fucking seen. That God, the Shadowlord is what Matilda really called her, wasn't dead at all, in fact she was up and moving around just fine. There we met Claude for a final time and since she was mute, he spoke for her. Most of that legend was pretty true, but the God never died, not physically, she just kind of lost her mind, might as well have been a moving shell of a thing. I didn't even think she understood what was going on. Apparently when she was normal - so back when I was about thirteen - she kept order just by being around, sort of like a grounding force for the entire world. But when she broke everything else did too. Spectres are people who couldn't withstand the force of her song, a kind of magic that's exuded off of her body or, more literally, as an actual sound. Imagine that hearing that noise from a thinny would turn you into a monster that didn't know if it was alive or dead, that could barely speak any language, and only wanted its suffering to end. That's a Spectre. That was what Claude allowed to happen. Some people could ignore that song and would be fine, but many more wouldn't. Because our world tended to pull in people from all over the place it was no wonder that they'd show up there, have no idea what was going on, and then turn into monsters. It was no wonder we kept ending up outnumbered."
"Anyway, what I haven't brought up is that this crazy God chick? Looked an awful lot like Nariko. I mean, maybe twenty years older and with different hair but, seriously, it was like staring into a mirror. We figured if we offed her everything would go back to normal, but Nariko couldn't do it, so I ended up saving her ass. Some other crazy shit happened, suddenly Claude and I were both here. I stayed with Nariko, and we thought Claude was dead but," Again, she waved a hand. "Of course he wasn't. Would have been too easy."
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Date: 2015-02-19 10:19 pm (UTC)"Right. Nariko went to speak with our 'dinh', and was told a legend. That our world had been made by a God, one that lived among us for a long time, long before even my great-grandparents, but that God died. Because that God was dead Spectres were invading our world essentially because there was no great force to keep the out. Like many stories, it was all very weird and jumbled." At least that was how it appeared to Kaine at the time and even now. Too easy, too idealistic, and her instincts had been correct as ever. "Anyway, our 'dinh', Matilda, gave us a map. If we went by that story we'd have to bring back some weird God on our Earth and then everything would be fine. None of us really believed that but, hey, we could get to where that person was supposed to live easily enough, and it wasn't as if there was anything else to go on. For good measure Nariko asked everyone around town, even went as far as Commerce - the city with the ocean - but everyone agreed on this story."
"So we had to get these four keys from monsters. The thing about my world is that it's filled with a bunch of things you might call strange, domesticated yaks, dogs and cats that can move themselves from one place to the next in an instant, and then especially large beasts that tend to guard certain areas. For each key there was a beast to kill, and a sort of," She waved her hands vaguely. "Temple-like area to go into where the key was. After we had all four it was easy to go on our merry way, to the final leg of a shit show that had already been pretty weird, especially when you remember that Claude had been following us the whole time. Mostly being an antagonizing little shit that wouldn't make any sense. He kept trying to get us to turn around but there's no stopping Nariko, and I was still pretty damn tired of fighting Spectres."
Here, Kaine paused, and though she tried to refrain from slipping into a heavy voice, it seemed inevitable. "So we get to this … Castle-like place, made entirely of glass, about the strangest thing I've ever fucking seen. That God, the Shadowlord is what Matilda really called her, wasn't dead at all, in fact she was up and moving around just fine. There we met Claude for a final time and since she was mute, he spoke for her. Most of that legend was pretty true, but the God never died, not physically, she just kind of lost her mind, might as well have been a moving shell of a thing. I didn't even think she understood what was going on. Apparently when she was normal - so back when I was about thirteen - she kept order just by being around, sort of like a grounding force for the entire world. But when she broke everything else did too. Spectres are people who couldn't withstand the force of her song, a kind of magic that's exuded off of her body or, more literally, as an actual sound. Imagine that hearing that noise from a thinny would turn you into a monster that didn't know if it was alive or dead, that could barely speak any language, and only wanted its suffering to end. That's a Spectre. That was what Claude allowed to happen. Some people could ignore that song and would be fine, but many more wouldn't. Because our world tended to pull in people from all over the place it was no wonder that they'd show up there, have no idea what was going on, and then turn into monsters. It was no wonder we kept ending up outnumbered."
"Anyway, what I haven't brought up is that this crazy God chick? Looked an awful lot like Nariko. I mean, maybe twenty years older and with different hair but, seriously, it was like staring into a mirror. We figured if we offed her everything would go back to normal, but Nariko couldn't do it, so I ended up saving her ass. Some other crazy shit happened, suddenly Claude and I were both here. I stayed with Nariko, and we thought Claude was dead but," Again, she waved a hand. "Of course he wasn't. Would have been too easy."