1rst Greeting - After the Dark Hour

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[voice] [So guess who got beamed into Prospero during the Dark Hour?] This is all wrong. Time travel is one thing, but what the hell was that? Coffins and blood and monsters? It's exactly like a trashy VR sim. This isn't reality, it's a bad joke!

[Sigh.] Nevermind. It all amounts to my being stranded on yet another planet with no immediate means of escape. No use freaking out about it. So I've got a few questions for you:

1. Is this really Old Earth, circa 2011?
2. What's the deal with those monsters? Are they sentient?
3. Where can I find a decent coffee shop?
4. Also, where can I find a change of clothes?

[Action: For a change, the first thing one notices about Festina isn't the lurid purple birthmark. It's the impossibly tight black bodysuit. Thing is, this isn't her uniform. She picked it up from the Unity settlement on Muta when her space-suit got EMPed and she needed something she wouldn't sweat buckets in, and she never got back to her ship for a change of clothes before she got spirited here. She's literally got nothing else but the clothes she's wearing right now, but try telling that to the Prospero locals. She's tired, and irritated, and the wolf-whistles she is getting from certain boorish passersby are not helping her mood. Unfortunately, she's also lost, and will probably need help finding a place to stay. Dare you approach?]

Fünf

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[Video]

Argh!

I was trying to ignore all you assholes so I could do some serious training and study, just in case but apparently this city isn't done screwing with me yet.

Who in the hell is the creepy girl stalking me and why is she scaring off all the Shadows? I pose this question to the rest of the freaks here because hopefully someone's been smart enough to work it out, and regardless, I want some of you to help me corner the stupid bitch. She disappears whenever I look at her.

((IC signups for a log to confront Asuka's Shadow go here. Taking two or three.))

001; UNSURE.... [Video]

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[There's a nervous red-head appearing on the video feed. He looks rather confused, considering what happened, and all as soon as he got here. It looked like any other town, so there had to be someone that knew what the hell happens here at night.]

I'm kind of new to the city. Does anyone out there mind explaining some things to me?

2nd Dreck [Accidental Video]

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[Sorry, Prospero, but you're about to be treated to a less than pleasant video. The picture comes on to the sight of Asch hitting concrete, swearing as he bounced once, before settling on the ground. He groaned in pain, but shook it off, ignoring his fallen phone and instead grabbing a pipe that had fallen off camera. He pounded forward, his foot catching his phone and sending it spinning around a moment, before the picture settled on Asch fighting... Asch. Or rather, his Shadow, who was much better equipped than the real person at the moment. The Shadow's sword scraped along Asch's pipe, letting out a loud screech, before tossing him aside. Asch managed not to go flying that time, growling as he settled into a recovery stance.]

What? Do you think you can get rid of me so easily?

Shut up! I've heard enough of your crap!

[The Shadow let out a laugh.]

But what I say is everything you've thought of, you're just too much of a coward to say it out loud!

[Asch struck out at the shadow, rage clear on his face.]

Shut up! Shut up!

What are you so afraid of? You can't be the only one that's realized it... 'Scion of Lorelei'.

SHUT UP!

We were born for the express purpose of dying. Everyone that was important knew about it; everyone but us.

[Asch struck out at his Shadow again, but he parried easily, the pipe and the sword grinding against each other loudly.]

We were born the Light of the Sacred Flame... the Scion of Lorelei... a being with the same isofonic frequency as Lorelei itself...

[The Shadow leaned close, getting in Asch's face as a hideous smile grew on his face.]

Replica.

[Asch. Snapped.]

[A scream of rage ripped from the redhead, and he pushed back against his Shadow with all his strength, knocking him aside. He pursued him, his pipe swinging out so fast that the other him did not have a chance to guard, and he was clocked solidly in the head. The Shadow stumbled away, a line of red trickling down his face.]

DON'T YOU DARE! Don't you dare compare me to him!

[The Shadow merely smirked.]

Why not? I am your Shadow. I am everything you are.

[Asch gripped the pipe tighter, trembling.]

I'm not...! I'm nothing like him! I'm nothing like you!

[Something strange happened then, and it was clear that Asch's words were the cause of it. The Shadow's expression darkened, as the darkness itself gathered around it in waves. The creature started chuckling, a low, sinister sound that soon rose into an insane pitch. It raised its sword, the ground around it suddenly starting to glow, and Asch swore, raising his pipe in a defensive stance as he backed away. A figured loomed up behind the Shadow, almost like death itself was being ripped into reality, before everything was bathed in white and the video came to a sudden abrupt end.]

[SIGNAL LOST.]