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The Wyrd granting revivification, even if temporary, to the dead in order to influence the fate of the living? Rick had never heard of it doing that before. Though...it could explain the level of control HAL demonstrated over the Hedge. As outlandish a possibility as it seemed, given the circumstances, it didn't seem particularly unlikely. "Why would the Wyrd do that? And what choice have you come to give us?"
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Terri stands stock still just looking at her dead King, hands twitching upon the slingshot. The burnt scars along her body always irritated her but right now, they seemed soothed. This in itself worried her.
The lines of lights that composed HAL's face shifted to form a frown.
"All of you, look back into your memories. Focus yourselves."
Intelligence + Composure + Wyrd -3 rolls from everyone.
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Simon Oita could hardly believe his eyes and ears. The Hedge imposing itself upon the Mortal World so heavily, followed by the emergence of the supposedly dead Autumn King, and then the revelation that HAL was, indeed, dead. Simon was skeptical, but he watched quietly - waiting for an attack or ambush, that may never come, but that would not be unexpected.
When HAL beckons that they focus themselves Simon does so almost instinctively.
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As they focus their memories, Spartan, Al-Adin, Rick and Terri each get hazy images sift into their minds but each one that is of a time not long ago....
The day Katrin is taken......Along with Sam, Nightfall, Fu and Simon.....None returned........The war that never was.......All a lie.....The Truth of their captivity.....A game decades in the making.....
In a rush of memories, they each feel this place is wrong and they are each pawns in something much, much bigger.
Terri's roll
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Rick blinks, caught unaware as the haze of new images wash over him. Confusion giving way to understanding, understanding bringing with it that familiar icy sliver of fear in his gut. Was there still time to stop what was coming, had they discovered it too late, had he helped doom the Freehold despite only bearing Autumn's Crown for a few short months? But he didn't give into the fear, he never gave into the fear, it merely strengthened his resolve.
Gianna. Who else, if not the Fae, who else would manipulate them so? The Correspondence from Fairweather, emphasizing the need to go pick up Harvey's drop, had they all been ruses in attempts to prevent people from seeing this? Had she been behind the attack on The Four Seasons, what happened to Terri? He'd take her down personally if she had, no matter what it took.
His gaze was the hard, intense, stare of the raptor as he locked eyes with HAL. One word spoken. An expression of his suspicions, an inquiry as to whether or not his predecessor could confirm them. "Gianna."
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