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TDM 006
 ⏵ arrival ⏴ Arrival is absolutely not normal this month. Instead of a hospital bed, you wake in a tunnel with a large group of other people. These are the residents. A woman’s voice in an earpiece hurriedly clues you in with an apology. I apologize; I had not planned to introduce you this way, but we are low on time. Please proceed down the hallway. For everyone else, coming in is much the same. The instruction goes out to head to designated areas immediately, where companion bots will escort the residents of Etraya down into the depths, the area beneath where much the same is explained.  ⏵ disrobing ⏴ The tunnel eventually opens directly into the foreroom of an expansive library, painted in marvelous hues and patterns with skylights far above. There are wizards milling about, bearded and holding tomes, quietly chatting amongst themselves. The reception area of the library has tall ceilings with equally tall doors Before you get too caught up in the scenery, a voice directs you forward. A gentleman, hunched and bespeckled craws out. "Make a line! Make a line, everyone! You cannot enter the library dressed as you are... Come forward and give me your name." The receptionist asks your given name and then hands over a box from underneath his counter. You can give him any name you want, he doesn’t seem to mind. It is tied with a tagged ribbon- labeling it accordingly. “The _____ robe of _______.”
As you read what the contents of the box may be, they form inside- Looking and behaving as your character expects them to. After all, magic is all in the wielder’s mind. Don your robes and enter the library.  ⏵ unfamiliar familiars ⏴ For those without a familiar (like one hatched from an egg not too long ago) you may borrow one from the library counter. They all have strengths and weaknesses, but they will all assist in the very important mission. As you roam the library, they will make little indications that you are closer or further from finding a piece of the pearl.
 ⏵ the task at hand ⏴ With robes donned and creature in hand, you must now complete your mission. Find the pieces of the shattered pearl. As you enter the library, you may notice that it’s all very dim. There’s oil lamps around the place that may be moved with you to assist in your journey if your robes do not already emit light. Break off and search the library. There is a directory at the front to point guests to all the different sections.
Each section looks enough like the last, though the books within have immense power. Pick up the wrong book, and you might conjure a dragon or a historical figure! You must persist and avoid making too much noise or breaking too many things. Or else the Librarian, a tall mass of knotted fabric will confiscate your robe and usher you back outside. Your name will be struck from the list, and you must pick a new one to re-enter the library to continue the search. You can try to fight back against him- he may be set alight with the lamp. But should you be starting fires in here? Any thread with 15 comments between you and another may be submitted to find a piece of the pearl. There are 20 pieces altogether, and we will determine if the mission was successful by March 28th. A post will go live on the OOC comm for this! This mission occurs out of time, similar to how the spaceship had. Meaning, those currently in game can experience these events any time between now, and March 14th. Please direct all questions to our mod queries comment! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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"It's all right, I can help. Are you hurt anywhere?," he says quickly, scarred hands out but at a respectful distance from the tall young man. Izuku tries for a reassuring smile, but he doesn't have All Might's dazzle; his smile is small and shy but heartfelt.
!! the boys are back....
...But it's hard to be too afraid in the face of someone who's clearly around his age, and smiling so gently. Peter's throat works with movement, some attempt to push past the buzzing thrum of panic (and other things, things he doesn't understand) that keep trying to steal his focus. He swallows.
"I don't think so." He's not hurt, just— "I just don't.. I don't know what's happening."
The confession makes him sound a lot younger than someone in his late-teens, soft and vulnerable and aching. His breath hitches with a lingering whine. It's not a new thing to confess; he's been confused and afraid for so long that he can barely remember what it is to not be.
the boys!
"It's okay, we can figure that out together. Let's sit—just here, against the wall. It's quieter than in the library. They're, uh, conducting a research project right now..."
Izuku guesses the last thing Peter needs is a randomly summoned elephant charging at him or a crowd of people staring at him. Izuku hates being stared at by a group of strangers himself.
"You can call me Deku. I'm not in costume right now, but I'm a Hero in training. Can you tell me your name? And how old are you? Are you from America?" He can hardly ask him the year to gauge his cognition, but he can ask him these.
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The questions help, too — something specific to grab onto and try to find the right shape of, even if some of them are a struggle to begin with. His mind's still fizzling with too much energy, too much confusion. He's not the only one lost and upset; unbeknownst to him, there is one very traumatised demon king of Hell locked away inside of him like a prisoner.
"Um— I'm from America, yeah." That's the easiest one to answer; he remembers that much, even if it feels like someone else's life, now. The other two are more difficult. (How old is he? What's his name? For a moment, Peter's eyelids flutter, those dark eyes glossy and unfocused again. Too many names, too many ages, and his time in The City only made all those tangled-up strings worse.)
"I'm seventeen, I think." He's aware that's a weird way to answer. A person should know their age. But here, Peter winces a little, afraid of his own response.
"I don't remember my name."
He tries to think about the other boy's instead. He said it was Deku, said he was a Hero? In training. Peter isn't sure what exactly that means, but he seems nice. Peter's voice falls to a whisper, voice heavy, ashamed.
"I'm sorry. It's— I'm having a hard time remembering."
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"I'm seventeen too."
This is a weird sort of kinship. He's going through so much, and he's a boy his age. Izuku's heart clenches, and he tries not to show it too much on his face. (He fails.)
"Th-That's okay, we can figure this out together. Is your name written on your shirt by any chance? Maybe on the collar?"
If he has memory problems, perhaps someone back home was looking after him.
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His name written on his collar. Why does that feel so familiar, too? Maybe not for him, specifically, but... someone else? (Especially when she was little, they might write Charlie's name places like that, during school fieldtrips.)
Peter reaches a hand up to his shirt front, then moves it around back. He nudges the hood of his hoodie out of the way, fingers brushing for the tag there, and he turns his back to Deku.
"Can you look? I'm not sure if... but maybe."
Unfortunately, there won't be a name to actually be found there, but at least Peter's not tipping any further into panic. With each breath, he seems to be calming down a little.
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"I'm sorry, I don't see anything," he says softly. He thinks back to that day he ran into Eri (or rather, when she collided with him). Eri was lost and scared. She had no control over her situation. Unlike that day, Izuku resolves not to abandon Peter.
"Look, if the librarian doesn't allow us to leave without doing the stupid riddle, I'll do it with you. And then outside of here are some living facilities, apartments and stuff. Things are limited, but we don't have to pay for anything."