Re: Despair
".GRIP! .GRIP!" .KILO says, only it's not him. It's .HULL and .COIL and .LATCH... and half a dozen other voices .GRIP recognizes. Then, it's .NIX, sitting near the fountain in .ECHO_PARK.
"Yes, .ECHO_PARK," she says. "Do you remember why we chose .ECHO_PARK?" She waits for .GRIP's reply. He furrows his brow, trying to remember.
.NIX continues, "We call it .ECHO_PARK for a reason. The walls of the Veil thin there. In that place /GHOST_WORLD and /REAL_WORLD shares space, so, crossing over is, well, a walk in the park.
"So, guess what?"
.GRIP smirks and moves toward .NIX. "I give up. What?"
.NIX stands and steps away from .GRIP's approach. "Damn it, .GRIP, you have to stop thinking like a Sword! You're more than a gunner; more than just the /CREW's hired muscle. You need to see the bigger picture. You need to understand how it all flows together; /GHOST_WORLD, /REAL_WORLD, /WRAITHS, and /ECHOES. All of it!"
She stops and looks at him, something like anger in her eyes. Or concern. .GRIP stares back, regret and apologies dying on his tongue. Then, finally, .NIX says, "Okay, fine! .NIGHT_CARNIVAL is migratory. Every time the place moves the Veil wavers, and /REAL_WORLD is only a step away. Tell your Compass to just walk out. Easy, peasy."
.GRIP steps toward .NIX but then something pulls at him, tugs at his subconscious.
"WAKE UP!" It's .COIL. His ardent tone snatching at .GRIP's awareness, drawing him back to reality.
"NIX?" .GRIP whispers, then opens his eyes to find .HULL laying at his side and .COIL sitting quietly; all three sheltered within a different tent.
".COIL, I know the way out."
This message was last edited by the player at 16:52, Sat 18 Dec 2010.