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[ѧׄѵٜҒեҡٜהػһ] - WEEҎЯҝLY BUЀLωؗҹTIN - OPױҊ
WEEKLY BULLETIN
[This week, the bulletin opens with a video. It's been shot from a webcam that seems to be perched atop a computer screen, and in front of the screen is Robin, biting her lip as she types frantically. If she meant to start recording herself, she doesn't show it. A timestamp in the corner reads 17 NOV 03:02.
The room behind her is cozy, resembling the control deck of a battleship as redecorated by a teenage girl. That's essentially what it is, after all. The red beam of the lighthouse flares occasionally at the top of the screen.
Robin's harried typing continues for a few moments, uninterrupted, until a shadow slinks up from the staircase behind her. One by one, strings of fairy lights flicker out, the room going dark save for the glow of the screen. Robin finally notices just before the last of the lights die, her hands freezing on the keyboard, but she doesn't dare turn around, not yet.
This video comes with sound, and everyone's device's volume will crank to max volume to really emphasize Robin's shaky breaths as she listens, head tilting to glance over her shoulder at the darkness. The image flickers, crackling with static and distortion, until—]
Kë̥̟̝͇ͦ̈́̋— ee͍͔̺͔̖̕p— er͖̥͓͔̼̤͍—
[Robin whips around, her chair toppling over as she stands, but the video crackles again, and she's flung back against the desk. The computer screen crashes to the floor, taking the camera with it, and the feed stays focused on the floor for a long, long time. Eventually, it fades into static.
When it clicks back on again, the camera has been cocked up just enough to pull the room into view again. The timestamp in the corner reads 28 NOV 14:26.
Robin is slumped against the wall, filthy with blood and sweat, eyes glassy as she stares up at the forest spirit looming over her. The spirit cranes their head toward the camera, their eyes flashing green, and they wave to the viewers in a clumsy, jerking motion. Then, they drop something heavy and metallic in front of Robin, and she jumps at the sudden noise. It's a lantern, long broken and in pieces.
The forest spirit tips forward at the waist, bending down to press their face against Robin's as she whimpers and tries to keep still. They negotiate their forehead against hers, their green eyes flashing until she musters the courage to look up, and then they trill.
There's a scream, and the feed again cuts to static.]
anno҂ؼҘϷments
- I don't kԻӟϔυ what happen؇d. I'ӻԛ sorry. I think tϒйԷy're gone nэӽّw.
- I can't delete thώӾҊ video. I've tried, but they fucked up my computer aՓ׳սϗׅаҚ؞םӆѺs forcing me to post the video file with פӡӆe bulleֺЛԬn. A lot of stuкϗϊԥןټ֫ԓՙֳ٤Ёs broken. I'll nԬгd to fix it.
- ThԨЌґ ЬՉave me a lanшбҿٻӇٷա. I don't know whose מ֙طАϫ is. I need time to fiףУӊחѶЇϑӐٰЉՁׁٓӪ out.
- Use this bҪӸϲetin to regroup and share informatЫׇղԭ with each Ծ֔ther. ҬѮere's no point in keԖ֞я secrets.
- I'֑ҩё OK. Thөy ҁ֥ϘٶЭגӿӧױϐѲӢϥ.
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oٌՎطد҆ёװғԟ٢Ӷֶَճؑաӏries
- Jչآם Gordon
- Hermione Gӟӽٳnger
- GriҊϻz Visser
- VaniҔ֊ՙas
- Bucky BѺֻԸѹs
- DaҰϡina Clairӭ
- Nyx UlrФ؝҅
- XayЁh
- There miѧӚt be more. WІՊ։١Ҧe still ԇՎЖՔРٳЄٷАѧӚІՊ։١ bodies.
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( so don't get your hopes up. )
Dark Dragon an actual dragon?
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[Maybe the Dark Dragon is a metaphor.]
But if his heart told him to destroy the world once he woke up, then that’s what he has to do. There’s no way he’s let anyone survive.
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( wake up and spread chaos? it's a good entrance, he'll admit, but still. )
So, your world's basically gone?
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[He acts depending on the hearts of those the pulled the Seven Needles, but going down that path will blame Lucas for the apocalypse and he'd rather not go there. Poor kid already has enough to upset him.]
Yeah. I would think he let us all pass on, but for some reason...I'm here.
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( that sounds a little counterproductive. )
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It'll take some explaining, but if we have to find your friend Robin, we should do that first.
[What kind of world did Warlock come from? Was it small, like Duster's, or was it big full of many cities like in Leder's story?]
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( just at a better time in their lives. )
If we manage to get through this, we'll have a drink or something.
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[It's always strange to hear someone ask him out for a drink. It's been three years since he left Tazmily and he's still adjusting to having a social life.]
Where do you think she was taken?
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( he falls quiet and shakes his head. )
I don't know but she can't be far. This place isn't that big. And she can't be taken far from the lighthouse.
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[Which means he'll have to do some exploring.]
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( he trails off. if she wasn't able to talk, then that point woud be moot. )
It'll take some exploration.
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