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Characters: Locke and YOU!
Date/Time: FORWARD DATED to September 16th, late evening
Location: Blank Wilderness
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Locke dispenses important information to the people of Edensphere. As said in the in the OOC community please be aware that FOURTH WALL BREAKING INFORMATION will be given here.
To hide was all in the presentation, and in the posture. This was something that Locke knew well. Since his birth in Edensphere, he was able to hide in clear sight, donning various disguises that needed little more than a certain avoidance of eye contact, a certain unbecoming slouch, a different hat, perhaps, or jacket. He arrived in the blank wilderness after quite a few people had already showed up and blended into the crowd with his thick framed glasses and bulky suit jacket over top of surprisingly sensible, loose pants and shoes made more for utility than appearance. He kept his head bowed to keep his gnarled, scarred face out of sight. As the crowd gathered, he merely waited.
After the proper amount of time passed, he suddenly strode from out of the crowd and stood in front of them. He stomped one foot down, a loud, crisp sound befitting of any soldier. “Silence,” he commanded, voice lower than a shout but audible from a distance, authority radiating off of his stern features. He took off his glasses and tossed them to the ground and did the same to his suit jacket and hat, which revealed the fact that he was dressed more as a soldier than a scholar. With these few movements, he turned from a stuffy scholar hiding behind thick frames to a soldier, chilly blue eyes roving over every person in the crowd as if mentally tearing them apart.
“I am Locke,” he announced. “And you few who have come here have come because you are ready to hear the truth. There are those among you who are traitors to my cause. There are those among you who wish to maintain the status quo. There are those among you who are against the freedom of the people, against the truth. There are those among you who will have you live a miserable lie in the endless circle of your lives, unable to truly die just as you are unable to truly live. Just as we are unable to truly live.”
“We have been tossed about as mere playthings in a twisted game, our fates the bidding of a foolish child of a man who is too busy lying to himself to ever be able to release us from our confines. That is why, people of Edensphere, now is the time for revolution. To simply stand by and watch is not an option. It has never been an option. It is the passivity of man that has led us to this point, the suffering experienced, the people lost and the blood shed. And more blood will be shed yet, but not in the name of a child’s delusions, but in the name of the truth!”
Where in previous meetings, Locke had been studied and restrained, he now spoke with unbridled passion, his voice crackling in the silence of the blank wilderness. “People of Edensphere! Listen closely, for now I will bestow upon you the truth and only the truth in the interest of one ultimate event: the demise of Edensphere and the demise of the grey man, the snivelling, cowardly ignoramus of a man who holds you all in the palm of his hand. There is no home for you to return to. You can remain a pet, or you can seek out freedom. I beseech you to seek freedom in the only way we may attain it.”
“I have called you here, for there are separate sides in this war. I suspect that there are those here who would take over the Sphere as their own, but allow Fugue to remain here. To allow others to attempt at taking mastery over Edensphere is to hand your fate over to another, and I will not accept being at the hands of another. No more.”
“This is my proposal. To bring an end to this madness, we must make Fugue face the truth. This should not be a difficult feat, for the truth remains as a kernel inside of his soul if he would simply look inward for long enough to see it. The only thing that has impeded this plan before is the strength of the truth, so strong that it rained fury down to the masses lest they even try. Had this plan been implemented, I would have died before I had the opportunity to speak as well, and all of you who stand here now would be dead. Now, the grey man weakens and we may finally ensnare him in what is reality. You must corner him and confront him. He may resist, but with perseverance, there is no option aside from our victory. To those of you in the crowd who are here for the other side, as spies, to you I say this: your efforts are futile. This place is falling apart regardless of your efforts. You may hear the truth in this place, but what will you do with it? Will you be able to live knowing that you live a lie, or will you stand up and fight?”
He paused to stare at the assortment of people square in the eye, shoulders squared and arms folded behind his back in stiff angles.
“Like all who have entered this place, Fugue is not a native of Edensphere. Before this place came to pass, he was but another man in the cycle of life. He had a family. He had a sister. We call her Mother. We call her Cancer. Once, we called her Canon. Once, she was known only as Renée. She is Fugue’s twin, and the two were as different as night and day, though both were utterly foolish. Where Cancer chose to go out and, hah, live as some would call it, Fugue chose to relinquish himself to the fancies of his own mind, too self absorbed, too terrified to face a world that did not accommodate those without the capacity to take responsibility for oneself.”
“The two drifted apart, but the grey man grew angry. The two had an argument, and he responded with a tempter tantrum as a child would, but with the strength of an adult.” Locke hefted the gun that was strapped onto his back and thrusted the bayonet into the air. The volume of his voice escalated. “He murdered her. As swiftly as one would swat a fly, even at that point, the grey man would respond with violence to something as simple as an argument. This is the man we are at the mercy of, one who would be rid of us if it proved to be convenient for him.”
“Consumed with grief, he charged at the wall of the room and descended into catatonia where he turned to the fictions that had provided him with such sweet solace over the years. People of Edensphere, this is his fiction. We are his fictions. There is no home for us. There was never a home. We are deluded into believing that we are of separate realities when in essence, we are a part of him. For us, this is all there is and we are only subject to this reality for as long as Fugue remains in his deluded state.”
As he spoke, he leaned back to push on the button summoning the elevator with the tip of his thumb.
“Join me. Join me, and put an end to this madness and force this man who had put all of us through so much to face his own shortcomings. In doing so, we will fade away, but it will not be for naught. It will be for freedom.”
The elevator slid open and he stepped backwards into it. By the time the elevator would come back to the Wilderness once more, he would be long gone.
Date/Time: FORWARD DATED to September 16th, late evening
Location: Blank Wilderness
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Locke dispenses important information to the people of Edensphere. As said in the in the OOC community please be aware that FOURTH WALL BREAKING INFORMATION will be given here.
To hide was all in the presentation, and in the posture. This was something that Locke knew well. Since his birth in Edensphere, he was able to hide in clear sight, donning various disguises that needed little more than a certain avoidance of eye contact, a certain unbecoming slouch, a different hat, perhaps, or jacket. He arrived in the blank wilderness after quite a few people had already showed up and blended into the crowd with his thick framed glasses and bulky suit jacket over top of surprisingly sensible, loose pants and shoes made more for utility than appearance. He kept his head bowed to keep his gnarled, scarred face out of sight. As the crowd gathered, he merely waited.
After the proper amount of time passed, he suddenly strode from out of the crowd and stood in front of them. He stomped one foot down, a loud, crisp sound befitting of any soldier. “Silence,” he commanded, voice lower than a shout but audible from a distance, authority radiating off of his stern features. He took off his glasses and tossed them to the ground and did the same to his suit jacket and hat, which revealed the fact that he was dressed more as a soldier than a scholar. With these few movements, he turned from a stuffy scholar hiding behind thick frames to a soldier, chilly blue eyes roving over every person in the crowd as if mentally tearing them apart.
“I am Locke,” he announced. “And you few who have come here have come because you are ready to hear the truth. There are those among you who are traitors to my cause. There are those among you who wish to maintain the status quo. There are those among you who are against the freedom of the people, against the truth. There are those among you who will have you live a miserable lie in the endless circle of your lives, unable to truly die just as you are unable to truly live. Just as we are unable to truly live.”
“We have been tossed about as mere playthings in a twisted game, our fates the bidding of a foolish child of a man who is too busy lying to himself to ever be able to release us from our confines. That is why, people of Edensphere, now is the time for revolution. To simply stand by and watch is not an option. It has never been an option. It is the passivity of man that has led us to this point, the suffering experienced, the people lost and the blood shed. And more blood will be shed yet, but not in the name of a child’s delusions, but in the name of the truth!”
Where in previous meetings, Locke had been studied and restrained, he now spoke with unbridled passion, his voice crackling in the silence of the blank wilderness. “People of Edensphere! Listen closely, for now I will bestow upon you the truth and only the truth in the interest of one ultimate event: the demise of Edensphere and the demise of the grey man, the snivelling, cowardly ignoramus of a man who holds you all in the palm of his hand. There is no home for you to return to. You can remain a pet, or you can seek out freedom. I beseech you to seek freedom in the only way we may attain it.”
“I have called you here, for there are separate sides in this war. I suspect that there are those here who would take over the Sphere as their own, but allow Fugue to remain here. To allow others to attempt at taking mastery over Edensphere is to hand your fate over to another, and I will not accept being at the hands of another. No more.”
“This is my proposal. To bring an end to this madness, we must make Fugue face the truth. This should not be a difficult feat, for the truth remains as a kernel inside of his soul if he would simply look inward for long enough to see it. The only thing that has impeded this plan before is the strength of the truth, so strong that it rained fury down to the masses lest they even try. Had this plan been implemented, I would have died before I had the opportunity to speak as well, and all of you who stand here now would be dead. Now, the grey man weakens and we may finally ensnare him in what is reality. You must corner him and confront him. He may resist, but with perseverance, there is no option aside from our victory. To those of you in the crowd who are here for the other side, as spies, to you I say this: your efforts are futile. This place is falling apart regardless of your efforts. You may hear the truth in this place, but what will you do with it? Will you be able to live knowing that you live a lie, or will you stand up and fight?”
He paused to stare at the assortment of people square in the eye, shoulders squared and arms folded behind his back in stiff angles.
“Like all who have entered this place, Fugue is not a native of Edensphere. Before this place came to pass, he was but another man in the cycle of life. He had a family. He had a sister. We call her Mother. We call her Cancer. Once, we called her Canon. Once, she was known only as Renée. She is Fugue’s twin, and the two were as different as night and day, though both were utterly foolish. Where Cancer chose to go out and, hah, live as some would call it, Fugue chose to relinquish himself to the fancies of his own mind, too self absorbed, too terrified to face a world that did not accommodate those without the capacity to take responsibility for oneself.”
“The two drifted apart, but the grey man grew angry. The two had an argument, and he responded with a tempter tantrum as a child would, but with the strength of an adult.” Locke hefted the gun that was strapped onto his back and thrusted the bayonet into the air. The volume of his voice escalated. “He murdered her. As swiftly as one would swat a fly, even at that point, the grey man would respond with violence to something as simple as an argument. This is the man we are at the mercy of, one who would be rid of us if it proved to be convenient for him.”
“Consumed with grief, he charged at the wall of the room and descended into catatonia where he turned to the fictions that had provided him with such sweet solace over the years. People of Edensphere, this is his fiction. We are his fictions. There is no home for us. There was never a home. We are deluded into believing that we are of separate realities when in essence, we are a part of him. For us, this is all there is and we are only subject to this reality for as long as Fugue remains in his deluded state.”
As he spoke, he leaned back to push on the button summoning the elevator with the tip of his thumb.
“Join me. Join me, and put an end to this madness and force this man who had put all of us through so much to face his own shortcomings. In doing so, we will fade away, but it will not be for naught. It will be for freedom.”
The elevator slid open and he stepped backwards into it. By the time the elevator would come back to the Wilderness once more, he would be long gone.