devotedtothecore | Backstory and Hypothetical Backstory Scraps Collection Post

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Backstory and Hypothetical Backstory Scraps Collection Post

Like it says in the title 8|b

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All the stuff posted in the comments is ~~canon(???!?)~~ possibly canon for Chrys's past, because I am a terrible writer who fell in with terrible people who wrote and devised the most terrible original plotlines ever for a community of OCs, and terrible things continue to be built on top of the mountain of terrible.

this is sabra la tau

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Edited 2012-08-02 16:38 (UTC)

Some of this stuff is older and possibly changed around since...

- Old!Sabra wiki, incomplete
- Old Cepheus/Orion planning doc, initial conceptual stuff
- Sabra la Tau History tag, flashback posts and threads that happened during present day Sabra la Tau storyline
- Chrys's personal timeline, only up to the End of the World so far
- Sabra la Antiqua, sandbox comm for some backstory threads

Edited 2012-08-02 16:39 (UTC)

- Plurk: memories retained on arrival in Thusia

Edited 2012-08-02 17:00 (UTC)

Plurk on Chrys' overall development up to Ptou throttling incident

Scars notes

Plurk on Chrys's cultural background/Cephean history, and habits

Chrys as a Blank, and his team

H...headcanon for Chrys's sensitive spots

Quick notes on the Core/Keybearer role

PROBABLY THE ONLY FIC THAT WILL EVER BE WRITTEN

- Endings

Edited 2012-08-02 16:47 (UTC)

This was the earliest and initial concept for Chrys's character, as delivered in-game in the form of a "memory" that was received by another. All credit to Nishi.

You scramble up through the gears of the great machine. With a certain deft ease, you get up to the main wince, feet moving idly with the great arm's movement to keep your position as you time the swinging pendulums.

You readjust the straps at your shoulder, making sure your tools are secure before crouching and springing forward. You nod, solemnly, as you feel the displaced air of one of the great pistons surging past you, just a moment after you clear its path. The hardest part was over, the rest was simply bounding from one cluster of wheelgears to the next until you were close enough to the Great Coil to feel the heat of the fires below.

Keeping to the walkway here, you pace the machinery patiently, eyes scanning for anything out of place. This was the core of the city, and all life that lived within the walls of the sprawling metropolis was sustained by its predictable, measured movements. For you... this was as close to 'religion' as anything you've ever known. Barbarians and beasts outside worshiped gods and elements, relying on tricks they called magic, charlatanism they believed to truly grant life and death.

You knew better though... The city, she was proof that magic wasn't what the world thought of it. This WAS life, death, joy and terror... maybe she WAS a goddess. Which, as you reflected with a certain smug satisfaction, made you a high priest.

You find your target, climb the access ladder and check a pressure gauge before tightening the clamp just enough. "There. That feel better?" You pat the duct before re-securing the tool and bounding back for the door. You fancy the hiss of steam below as the Great Coil begins the cooling cycle was a 'yes.'