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[lockeandshock]

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.

( Revolution! )

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[andcountry]

Cephiro tried to feel something about all of this, but he couldn't. What Locke said should have been a revelation, but it wasn't - not to him. He had somewhat suspected, ever since Souji had called his meeting and Huo had said what he had said. Locke had put words to it - confirmed it, so now Cephiro could consciously acknowledge it. In a way, he had done them all a favor, but Cephiro felt especially grateful

[temp_ered]

First the stranger had spoken, words that seemed completely absurd to Clow's ears. He was not fictional; he ate and breathed and lived like the rest of them. And then everyone else had stood up and made speeches, like this had been planned. They were taking sides. Finally there was an opportunity to do something, but Clow wasn't exactly sure how he felt about it. He would cling to life the best he could, and hope to go back home (and even if he couldn't remember it clearly, home existed, he was real and everyone was real, and he would see those bright green eyes again, he'd promised). If Locke was telling the truth, and Cephiro and Gai seemed to think he was, he would trust their opinions, unless other details were revealed.

He wasn't giving a speech though. He lifted his eyebrow in Cephiro's direction and took a small step towards him. That would have to do.

[andcountry]

That eyebrow. That critical eyebrow from his best friend. Cephiro furrowed his brow and felt his cheeks get hot with embarrassment. Perhaps what he had thought was confidence was actually being too foolish to know when to keep quiet.

"I don't see you saying anything," he muttered.

[temp_ered]

"I know better," Clow mumbled back. He hesitated, and then continued, "You remind me of someone, somehow." His tone was entirely truthful, although he couldn't quite put a finger on who it was that he was thinking of. Someone from his past (which definitely existed) who never gave up. He didn't quite know how to explain it and was going to leave it here, hoping no one was listening to their whispering for the encouragement everyone else was providing. He was the shortest in the crowd, in any case (at least, he thought so), so hopefully they weren't.

[notpissedoff]

Lies. It had to be lies. It had to be. Yamazaki had been almost certain, in his conversation with Locke on Crystala, that the man was trying to manipulate him, saying things that were designed to cause him to lose hope, to make him see Locke's path as the only possible path to freedom... why would this be any different? There was at least some truth to what the man said, Yamazaki couldn't deny that... but it couldn't all be true. He could not allow himself to believe it. Because if it was all true...

If it was, then... it might well come to that. The destruction of Edensphere and of all its inhabitants. If that truly was the only way out... but he could not allow himself to think like that. He was going to go home, damn it. He would find a way, or he would make one

[crimsonmischief]

Crimson was not such a fool as to trust and like Locke. In fact, what he felt for the arrogant man who liked to paint over shades of gray with his strictly black and white 'truth' could be described as quite the opposite. But neither was he foolish enough to let those emotions show, or let them hold him back from obtaining and gathering information. After all, information could be offered and accepted, but that did not mean he had to believe all of it. Besides, Locke had proven useful many times over, and the man claimed to want to destroy the Tree instead of usurping Fugue's position, which was perfectly in line with Crimson's goals

[desertshadows]

Eagle had become less sure that he wanted to follow Locke's proposition after Crystala, and he didn't feel much more sure after Locke had spoken. It was good to know what he thought, all the same- in their own efforts to free themselves of the situation, better to know what to account for in other's actions than not. And there was still information about the Sphere he hadn't heard before.

He breathed in sharply when Locke spoke of them all being fictions of Fugue's creation, mind turning to denial. "What of the others?" he asked, thinking of the people he was sure he'd known back home, who hadn't appeared in the Sphere. They couldn't have all been imagined up- and listening to the others gave him confidence that that could be so, and they could find some way out that wasn't so divisive- a way to move forwards, beyond this place. He took a careful, deliberate step forwards. "And if we don't find a way out, we'll have to make one," he said, offering a crooked smile.

[starstruckstray]

It had been difficult for Kiba to stay quiet through Locke's speech, but Kazahana's hand clamped around his wrist, a silent warning not to speak. And she was right (she usually was); they needed to hear him out, no matter how much Kiba wanted to punch him in the face

[snowburned]

"Calm yourself," Kazahana murmured, her grip relaxing not one iota even after Locke took his exit. In truth, the words were meant for herself as well as for him.

Created by Fugue. Part of him? The idea was repulsive. She'd long known he was responsible for much of went on in the sphere-Fugue did it-but this?

No. It couldn't be true. She had memories, scattered as they were, she had Kiba and Toushi and Kagerou and a life. It was real.

"I agree," she said quietly, once she managed to swallow the lump in her throat. "He's a moron, and Locke is misinformed at best." She shook her head. "But the rest-it matches up with what we know, doesn't it? The pieces we've tried to put together."

[starstruckstray]

He sobered, calming somewhat at her question. While the bit about them being figments of Fugue's imagination had jumped out at him, it wasn't the only information shared today.

"Yeah," he muttered. "I can buy him creating this place. It always protects him, he's always been around, as long as anybody can remember." And it was the only way an idiot like him could have been put in charge of anything as important as greeting new arrivals.

His expression darkened further. "You think the rest is true, though? Think he really killed his sister for arguing with him?" His opinion of Fugue was low enough, but if that was true...it was just one more reason to take the bastard down.

[snowburned]

"Nothing goes back farther than he does." She shook her head. "I've seen the medical records, the journals. I know."

All that work she and Edgeworth had put in, gathering what information they could from them-had it all led to this?

"I don't know," she said. "But it could be. The tree protects itself violently. If it's protecting him because of his own will, even on some subconscious level, that says something about his nature, doesn't it?"