What their Eyes See: Finale

[voidtreckermods]

It’s been a weird mission. The Voidtreckers have been busy investigating, making headway in mapping and saving citizens from the video games and strange illusionary creatures. Those in the fourth tier have made contacts, followed leads and gotten close to the high and mighty of the criminal underworld.

Yet what exactly is happening here is still unknown. Their new found ally Anan is as stumped as the rest of them, but even so, the hackers and technological knowledgeable voidtreckers have been successful in isolating the virus to study and make an anti-virus. A netpoint network has been set up across the city, and enough access data stolen that they can start throwing everything into the systems and networks across the city.

While the illusions remain a mystery and how they got there, finally the world is purged of the strange virus as the anomalies begin to clear up by noon of day ten. Spectura victims wake up in hospital beds, dazed and confused, while no more sightings of the impossible plague those on the other tiers.


On the morning of day eleven, the once housebound and terrified citizens leave their shelters with the first tendrils of light reaching through the fog surrounding the enclosed city. An exodus of people, from fighters of tier four to elites of tier one, are making their way into the streets...and heading down into lifts and outside, out into the smog-filled wasteland.

“It’s so beautiful,” is heard, a rumbling through the crowd as people smile, laugh or wave into the fog.

”I won.” Fighters from tier four look around in wonderment. Other exclamations, about a blue sky, a greeting to a friend fill the air.

There is a pull. The voidtreckers will feel it too, though to them the world looks and feels no different. This pull is easy to resist, or they can follow and investigate it, attempt to lead citizens back inside the city. It’s not safe in the smog, no one has canisters, but none will heed the warnings.

Nor is there time for better efforts when a crackling sounds in the air, light and colours flashing in the smog, everywhere at once and too quick to get a hold on.

“STOP THWARTING ME!” booms out, and a great force pushes them back while pulling the citizens farther into the wasteland, sand and dirt kicked up in a frenzied storm. The voidtreckers can hear the civilians in the smog, but getting to them will prove harder than they may like.

Grabbing an air canister is highly recommended for those who prefer life.



CIRCLE ONE: THE MAZE
No matter where one leaves the city from, they will find themselves in a maze of walls, of metal sheets, each blending into each other. It feels surreal, as if nothing is quite real, nothing quite solid.

But it is solid. For those voidtreckers who cannot see illusions it will look like they are merely stood in the wasteland of the world. But when they begin to move they will learn those walls are tangible, and those that look close enough will see the same almost-light as the creatures that purple team have been fighting as the source.

For those who are not immune to illusions it is a strange place indeed. No smog to be seen, just high unyielding barriers. The pathways are different colours giving off hues of brightest pink, red, purple, neon green, glowing white, darkest black. Sometimes there are symbols on the walls, Capsule Corp, royal insignia, ravager flames, HYDRA, marks of royalty. They are emblazoned on the walls, the floor, sometimes even in the sky. And the deeper in they get...

➤ WINDING ROADS
It's noisy as they move around. As well as the distant noise of the citizens in the distance they can hear an acoustic guitar, erratic piano playing, the sound of bamboo on stone. Or perhaps an eagles cry, a lullaby or a song is heard as they move their way through the maze.

Objects stand in their way, blocking paths and needing to be moved or destroyed. Larger than life playing cards, red apples, flowers. Spears and daggers hang in the air as does the moon and the sun. Water often cascades through routes, making it difficult to move through or fire creeps up walls, nonthreatening but ever present. There are clouds of butterflies and ravens perched on walls, watching their every move, and the smell of sugar often hangs in the air.

But it’s better to navigate these turbulent passages with perseverance than violence. Daggers and apples will shatter and slice apart to attacks, creating a way through to begin with - but those that try the method of destruction to solve their problems will find these walls crowding them tighter, rising higher, becoming all the harder to destroy than they were before. They will become trapped, and will need assistance from the outside to untangle them from webs or jails made from crystal.
➤ STALKING THE STREETS
It isn’t just the Voidtreckers or locals who wander the maze. Wolves, dogs, zombie sheep and ghost animals mostly mind their own business, sometimes inclined to growl or bahh, but easy to pass. But other times, you may sense that you’re being followed, a presence hovering over you...while another companion will see as well the large shadow shrouding you before a decaying hand grabs at you from above, threatening to send its victim to some other part of the maze if not stopped.

Monsters also stalk these paths from various realities. The dead will be met in robes of white while others in armours from medieval times. All are fast, unrelenting in their attacks, unconcerned with pain or stopping without being properly slain. Ghouls of all shapes and sizes search for prey, and many more seek victims.

How they act and how to defeat them may be known to some, but not all. Is it worth the effort to stay and fight illusions, however? Sometimes those illusions don’t give a choice, but in other instances, a person from the city may be found on the ground unconscious, the smog air getting to them. They’ll need help, and fast.

CIRCLE TWO: IS THIS HOME?
Voidtreckers will realise they’ve left the maze when they find themselves in an open field. It spreads out far with vineyards in the distance, a campsite, all of this leading into a forest of childrens board games. While the campsite is not a true campsite as many will realise, it is the first moment everyone will have to come together, to perhaps plan ahead. Air canisters are essential in this environment, and locals have been found needing, unconscious. Backtracking through the maze is a death wish for many, but with the talents of the voidtreckers, setting up a checkpoint here may not be that impossible before going on ahead.

And then, when they finally do…

➤ FAMILIAR
It is almost dream-like as they walk, areas changing without them fully crossing the distance needed. One moment they are in a shopping malls food court, the next the interior of a spaceship; streets of palaces, temples, and mansions line up as a mish-mash of glamour, while others offer more humble abodes, taverns, family homes, bakeries. Medieval structures blend into tech bases, maintenance bays and dark rooms. Beautiful gardens, beaches and dusty souks all share space. But as they move through it, they will be tempted towards what is theirs.

And these can be anything. Ships, palaces, home, and even singular rooms: all of these are seen, doors providing access, doors that draw your character towards it, as if they know what’s on the other side. Spaces personal to the viewer, and with the constant pressure of these illusions, somehow draining to be around, they will find it harder to doubt what they see. Even if their bedroom leads towards a volcano, a blacksmith housing hospital beds right beside it, it will not seem so bizarre to find these natural.
➤ DEARLY BELOVEDS
But it’s not only structures that exist in this labyrinth of streets: there are people, animals - family, friends and pets. Beloved mentors, a smiling loved one. The night sky will wash over, the ocean within view; your favourite plush rabbit, a worn jumper. Your favourite song playing, losing you inside this new reality.

Even people from the Voidtrecker Express are around, whether or not they’re still passengers. Feanor, Zetta, Noctis, Cassie Cage, Jin Ling; Elfnein, Link, Mami, Gyousou, Duo; Senku, Jiang Yanli, Olivia, Bucky Barnes. They walk this plane, friends and lovers of the voidtreckers, coaxing them further into the illusions. Assuring them everything is alright, offering reasons to give in.

Over all this though, they can still hear the citizens in the distance; their voices sounding more confused, frightened even. To push on the voidtreckers must walk away, ignore these temptations and push on to the third ring.

CIRCLE THREE: TWISTED HEART
For those who manage to get through the second circle, pushing away the temptations of home, they will find themselves back in the smog filled wasteland. But through the smog they will see more, always more. Once again the scenery blurs into impossibilities, from testing labs with padded beds, to other imagery associated with asylums of old, to dark cramped spaces, to hallways raging on fire. They sense fear itself, and even the most stoic will find apprehension digging into them as they make their way forward. Is this their fear? Or is it your own?

It may be hard to discern in this twisted reality.

➤ MISERY LOVES COMPANY
This time, as the scenery shifts around them, so does their own sense of self try to match what these places mean. The despair of being lost in darkness, the belief that they can’t be seen by others, all sound fading from their ears. They are on the moon, trapped there for years; at the edge of the vast ocean, on the bank of a river of lava, despair in their hearts. In a wrecked city, their own city destroyed almost beyond recognition. By opposing forces, by weapons of mass destruction.

They have lost everything. There’s no fixing this.

A Pandora box of fears have been unleashed, with seemingly no hope. Your worst enemy has been granted a second chance, family stumbling towards you on the verge of death before your eyes; forces that you were meant to be dealing with back home have found you, surely leaving your own world in ruins, from titans to ayakashis.

Or they might stumble upon a graveyard, stretched out as far as they can see where every name is someone they care about.

There are even voidtreckers of now and old opposing you: Danny Fenton, Lan Xichen, Darth Vader, Vegeta, Xue Yang. Kerry stands pointing a gun straight at a fellow passenger while shadowy ravens and terrifying dragons swirl in the sky.

All this emotional turmoil will do a number on the voidtreckers, but there is strength in numbers. More civilians have fallen unconscious at this point, and those willing to aid them can take them back to the city. But no matter how the voidtreckers move, they must keep their nerve and hold onto hope as they cross the final hurdles.

Comments

[wishalone]

She was right. Yondu has her back. Just... Not in the way she expected.

He puts himself between herself and her father like she needs protecting from him --

Not her father. This isn't her father. She knows that, she knows that, but it feels like her insides are made of static, her head is full of static, everything is buzzing and numb like she's suffocating.

You're a good girl, Momo. Go play, Kyoko told the illusion of her baby sister.

She's a good girl! Yondu is insisting, sticking up for her against the illusion of the person she once near worshipped.

You deserve the world, Mami told her.

You don't deserve her! Yondu's words are somehow echoing and falling dead in the still air at the same time.

Deserve...? What does she deserve, exactly? She's always thought she deserved what happened to her. Her mother didn't. Momo didn't. She's never even thought that her father deserved it. But she did. It was her wish that destroyed her family -- killed the very reason why she made that wish to begin with. It's poetic, isn't it? It serves her right, doesn't it? She couldn't use her power to do the one thing she got it for. What good is a power like that? What good is she?

Her father sweeps an arm towards Yondu, acknowledging him for the first time even without facing him, and continues to address his congregation. "And here you see a demon rise to attack me on her behalf!"

Anger bubbles up in her chest, her hands closing into fists at her sides. "Don't. Talk to him like that." She found her words again. They're grinding out of her. She isn't thinking about what she's saying, doing, she can't think at all. She's just acting in the moment.

She reaches out to grab Yondu's arm, as if she's going to pull him behind her, as if she's the one who needs to do the protecting right now. "Don't talk to him like that," she repeats, with more emphasis this time, her voice raising. "You think you can say whatever you want? You think you can put us through all this again?" Suddenly, her words aren't for her father. For the illusion of him. But for whatever, whoever, is making the illusions. "You think you can mess with our heads and get away with it?!"

She swings her arm down, and light follows it, magic coalescing into her spear. "You think you're better than us?! You think you know us so well -- " She's shouting, now, quickly approaching the top of her lungs. Flames lick at her feet, flicker at the end of her spear. "I'll show you! I'll show you!"

She slices her spear into the platform at their feet. The wood cracks, splinters, begins to burn. The illusion of her father stumbles back, out of the way. With a raw shout, Kyoko strikes at the podium next, sending it flying, crashing into stained glass in an opposite wall.

[yondu]

"Wait!" he tries to warn as she transforms again, about to try and stop her but the next moment there's a podium flying and he's putting up his arm to defend against glass. Though he suddenly realizes that's basically useless. It's all fake, even her father here is fake. He shouldn't have even taken the time to entertain it. He should have left.

This has been a rough ride emotionally. He's really worried about how ruddy that soul gem has gotten.

"Kyoko, let's just go," he says it as gently as possible. "This might feel right to yell at, but we're playin' into what they want by dignifyin' it with our time."

Again he offers her his hand, ignoring her father for the moment because even with powers, even with some danger, he's not real. All the good, all the bad, all of it is a distraction meant to keep 'em sucking smoke. "Kyoko, I think your family was the only people what gave a shit what that man thought, if what he was sayin' was anything amountin' to how he actually sounded. Yet it didn't have much value to him now, did it? All them strangers mattered more.

"Let's get the hell out of his church. Don't waste none of what you got left on 'im, alright?" He's not a remotely photogenic man, but he can give a hell of a sad look. The same sort of look he gave at her door the other night.

Don't wear herself out on some bad thoughts given volume and shape.

[wishalone]

There are things she could say. Should say. That these cruel things he was saying, they weren't what he really believed in. That this is the night he found out that she was a magical girl, brought back to haunt her. The moment he marched her in front of the congregation and said all these horrible things that were the exact opposite of everything he'd been saying to them, proving that they'd accept whatever he said, no matter what. To show her what her magic had actually done.

That Yondu was wrong, that of course her father cared about his family. Of course he did. He had to. He... He...

The illusion of her father is staring at her, a mixture of anger and fear and hate in his eyes.

Kyoko wants to tear this fake church down. She wants to break out all the windows. She wants to burn it down. She ruined it once already, what's once more?

The look Yondu is giving her is heartfelt, heartbroken, begging for something he doesn't think he has a right to ask, just like the other night. His hand is outstretched just like Mami's was earlier, when she responded to Kyoko's pleas with one of her own.

Is it true? We'll stay together?

Kyoko's hand is visibly shaking when she reaches out to snatch up Yondu's hand, her grip surprisingly gentle, exactly as she had with Mami. Her vision blurs, and that's when she realizes she's been on the verge of crying.

[yondu]

"C'mon, let's go." He says, not verbally bringing attention to the fact that she's about ready to cry. What he does do is brush some of her hair away from her face, rubbing the heel of his hand under her eye before tears have a chance to spill over, and he pulls with his taken hand to draw her away.

"Don't look back at 'em. If you wanna be sad about it let's do it later. Same as with my mess. We gonna go, an' we ain't lookin' back."

He leads her away from that staring crowd, feeling red boring eyes staring hatefully at the both of them from their orderly, obedient rows. Creepy as fuck, but he's not saying it 'cause Kyoko's dealing with a lot right now. She probably has to deal with accidentally having caused that.

"We just gotta find these stupid-as-hell lost people and get their dumb asses back to the city. Honestly, I'd rather be fightin' them demons what we faced before."