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So Familiar a Gleam: Finale

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A TL;DR notes version of days/prompts: (click to show)

EVENT BASICS:

DAYS 8-9 (M11-M12):

Buildings had begun to disappear during days 7&8, facilities and even whole streets begin vanishing. There are signs of crumbling infrastructure everywhere they look.
In the early morning of Day 9 (M12), the cracks in the city - in this illusionary world - finally spread. The void sky above shines brightly in its colours. Chaos - also referred to as the Entity, or That Guy - is heard screaming of vengeance against the Voidtreckers, blaming all that has happened onto them. It shows what happened to the original Diagad: It was destroyed by blocky shapes in the sky that came down and destroyed it, while Chaos itself fell into the void.

There is also some light mind torture, as a treat, to really wake people up. Memories, visions of their past assail them. This is the sort of stuff the voidtreckers have been training against and it's a good time for them to put all that work to the test.
Anan's group then takes over any electrical device still left. She explains that they have a way to get the non voidtreckers (4th wall characters and npcs) home and also a way to temporarily seal the world. The entity takes offence at this and the screens smash. The entity appears as a cyclone of crackling colourful energy.
Illusionary creatures are sent around to find and attack Voidtreckers, but they're also going after 4th wallers/NPCS. There's also monsters from other worlds leaking through, real monsters. People will have to move around more carefully, as going out on the streets is dangerous.
However, there's word that buildings are disintegrating/disappearing farther out from the centre sector. People see where the city limits are as the illusion of there being more to the city has completely faded.
Their SCA's begin to work fully, including comms. Of course not everyone was wearing their SCA when they got pulled and the 4th wallers don't have one so it will be up to those who do to make sure everyone is kept in the loop.
The main tasks are as follows.

"YOU. YOU WISH TO RUIN MY WORLD. TO TEAR IT ASUNDER, BREAK AND CRUMBLE AND INCINERATE ITS EXISTENCE AGAIN. AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN. I WATCHED IT. THE END OF DIAGAD, PURPLE SKIES, THE CHILDREN WHO LAUGHED IN JOY, THE SMILES I BROUGHT TO LIFE. THE REASON I WORKED AND WOKE AND WHAT KEPT ME GOING EACH AND EVERY DAY. MY EXISTENCE. MY BEING.

FALLING. FALLING. FALLING. I FELL AS IT CAME, BLACK TERROR WITH A HUNGER. HOW DID THE CHILDREN CRY? DID THEY SUFFER? I CAN HEAR THEM ALL, I CAN IMAGINE THEM. SEE IT. THE POSSIBILITIES, THE MAYBES, THE TRUTH. THE WORLD-- MY BEAUTIFUL DIAGAD, OH! THE VOID HAS BLESSED AND CURSED AND DAMNED AND DESTROYED AND BROUGHT TO ME A CHANCE TO SAVE IT THIS TIME, I WILL SAVE DIAGAD, I WILL HEAR THE CHILDREN LAUGH AGAIN, NO ONE WILL DESTROY MY CITY AGAIN. NO ONE, NO THING, IT WILL BE BEAUTIFUL AND SAVED AND IT WILL PROSPER FOREVER.

ALL WHO HARM US! ALL WHO STOP OUR RETURN! I WILL FIX WHAT HAS BEEN BROKEN. NEVER AGAIN SHALL YOU YOU VOIDTRECKERS HARM MY WORLD AGAIN. TWISTING AND RUINING OUR HOME NO MORE NO MORE I WILL END YOU."

The spiel comes in the early morning of Merriment 12, their ninth day on this strange world, though morning and night are indistinguishable now with the void-scarred sky burning above Jinnjar. Little exists of the sectors but the education and political district, and everyone has had to take shelter in its buildings, on cold tiled floors and with few blankets. There is no waking comfortable, feeling at ease. The city continues to crumble, and the citizens turned into the Entity's Heroes never quit their search and harassing of people who may be secret Voidtreckers, regardless of the ruinous world around them.

And then it speaks. The Entity's voices wakes everyone, enters into dreams, reality and the fake undefinable between one another. Scenes switch from one to another. A sky. Purple, serene and calm. A feeling of great contentment. But then come the shadows. Dark clouds filling the sky, blotting out that most perfect sky. A scream. No, a thousand screams. A world of screams echoes in every ear. A shadowed figure falling into the void. Pain erupts through the body, the mind, madness and grief suffocating every sense, every fibre of the being, and more attempts to fill and drown each and every person in Diagad. There is grief, there is love, there is despair. A longing and desperation that can never be fulfilled that cries out.

Once it's over, many have collapsed from the experience, and there are screams of those scared for their lives. Go out into the streets if you haven't already, and you will see the streets breaking, buildings being pulled like cubes, splitting people and trapping them. And there is a surge that hits people - Voidtreckers, others - with a brainwashing that makes them think of only one thing:

NO MORE. END. WE WILL END THE VOIDTRECKERS.

In amongst all of this chaos screens switch on. Any screens left working in buildings, on buildings, peoples phones. All show a young woman, a droid sat on her hair, metal legs curled around her head.

"Malin?"

A woman's voice. "Yes, go Anan. Now."

"LISTEN UP!" Anan isn't as loud as the booming voice echoing through the city, but she makes herself clear. "We need to evacuate and seal this world. It is falling apart." Stating the obvious, perhaps.

"We can temporarily seal it and we think there is a way to get the others back to their worlds. I know you Voidtreckers have had no training and this is advanced and really dangerous but everyone who is not a void traveller is in a lot of danger."

In truth, even the void travellers were in danger, but she doesn't want morale to be too low.

"Anyone willing to help meet me in the big park. You'll know it, it's the only park left!"

'HOW DARE YOU! HOW DARE YOU THWART ME. NO. NO. YOU DON'T. THIS IS MY CITY. MINE NOT YOURS. NOT YOURS TO DESTROY.' There's a huge crack as the sky itself seems to crack apart as colours twist and turn, a cyclone that forms at the edgez of the city, slowly beginning to devour it.

Over the camera Anan looks visibly shocked, terrified even, lost for words. An older man with reddish greying hair steps towards her, putting a big hand on her shoulder.

"Focus Anan. Voidtreckers. We do not ask it lightly. Please those that can, fight. Buy us time to set the seals. Buy time for those with no void craft to evacuate."

The screens flicker in colour before it cracks into static.

'NONE OF YOU WILL SURVIVE.'

A DISJOINTED REALITY

[ FALLING CITY. ] The city has been torn apart, fragments of roads, buildings and structures floating in a horrible mess. Friends and comrades split apart, some trapped in rooms that once had exits, or with no way out than to fall to nowhere. Pieces may stitch back together again at random, but with the same unpredictably, tear apart.

And if it couldn't get any worse, those core lights buzz around the environment, searching for individuals. They will do anything to hinder our heroes: turn into monsters from their minds, attempt to encase them inside illusions of their fears; even try to make them see pathways that don't exist, to make them fall into nothingness.

But for those who honed their resistances against illusions, this time may be different from the last. And with some experimenting, or just some lucky wishful thinking at the right time - some will find they can bend the illusions to do as they want, if just for a while. Stitch back together pathways so they can be crossed over, or make a weapon appear where it's needed.

It requires concentration, will be exhausting with too much use, but still - when isn't an axe or road on call handy?

[ HINDRANCE OR HELP. ] But it isn't only the core lights and environment they need to worry about. There are monsters coming out of the void - monsters they may recognise, monsters they may not. But unlike those of illusions, these are real, monsters - mechanical, ghostly, flesh and blood, something else entirely - slipping through from other worlds to rampage here.

There are also civilians, those who remain brainwashed, going after the Voidtreckers with powers of their own: telekinesis, pyromancy, superstrength and endurance, and so forth. Their skill levels vary, but the strongest of all are those who features have become twisted, chaotic. Streaks of colours dance under the skin, and they listen to no reason but their own. The entity - no their god, Chaos, is remaking the world. Remaking it the way it should have always been.

Strangely, but luckily, not everyone is harmful. Amongst those out there are a peculiar sight: a short hybrid between child and woodland-creature. They're keen to help, particularly anyone young or good of heart. They will help to lead them to safe shelters - the safe-houses made by Voidtreckers, the protected rooms all that are left. They may even interrupt the core lights from harming youngsters, knocking and shattering them, and then staying close to the youngster.

[ THE EVACUATION. ] For those who manage to make their way to the park, Anan is there, looking grim. One good thing though, as voidtreckers rush towards the entity or get ready to protect those helping evacuate this world- those with SCA's will see them burst into life, comms online.

The evacuation area needs protecting. Those acting as beacons aren't able to fight for themselves and the evacuation process is intense, slow and there are many many people in this city. The main entity is distracted but the monsters are drawn towards this gathering of people. Holding them back is vital to this plan working.

It's going to take everything the voidtreckers and their new friends have, to pull this plan off.

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Potato has been having a bit of a time through all of this. Things are clearly wrong of course- she doesn't handle that sort of mess very well, scrambling and panicking as she attempts to help where best she can. She just isn't built for it- not for fighting, not for understanding a fight. She was part of a big one at home, but at the end of the day she had never been the major player there.

Maybe that's why nothing's targeted Potato properly, at least not yet- it's easy for the simple-minded plush to at least refuse the nicer-illusion's pull to join them, when everyone else is in chaos, and in the meantime it's awfully hard to actually harm something that can't be harmed at all. Whatever the reason, she's free of her own distractions by the time she sees this one.

The next time a sword goes for Tidus, there's a large, plushy thing doing her best to jump on it. "MmnNNN!!! No! No, no, no..!! No more fighting, there's no time for fighting..!!"

There has been a lot of running for Potato. On the one hand she's literally indestructible- nothing can actually take her apart, or cut her, or anything. Something could perhaps briefly impale her, but it would be as if it was never there at all once removed. Or even during the time it was there.

The trade off however, is that she can't really use any force herself- hence the running. For the indestructible, it's still not a very fun time to be chased down by monsters.

Which, speaking of, this guy seems pretty good at taking care of. "Woah..." She can't really feel bad about it. Everyone was saying they were like, fake right? Really, really good fakes, like a video game or...or something. "...you're really good at that..."

She finds herself thinking of Assassin. Assassin was pretty good at killing things. That was sort of his deal. Assassin and his Master also seemed to really, really like killing things, which feels like the case here. Or at least something similar.

At any rate there's only one thing to do when someone like that is going to town, as others put it- "Mhm! I'll do my best! No distracting!"

She's already distracting, isn't she.

Mami's attention turns inevitably to the rising voices of despair. She notes the emergency and steels herself to prepare for the evacuation, and conjures as many ribbons as she has left to clear a path and shield from debris.

"When we create memories...we create ourselves. Nothing lasts, everything is fleeting. And our reward for not giving in to despair is every little beautiful moment...that's what I fight for."

It's said more to herself than to Chaos, as she's chosen to pull back and escort those who need to evacuate now. But it's a promise.

"That's not good!" Nozomi said, pushing ahead to get in front of others and redirect them around. If it falls, she should be strong enough to break free.

"Sheesh, you really are a child, huh?" Goku grumbled, crossing his arms. "We're trying to give you a way out and yet..."

He stops as he hears those beeps and the message before turning to those who weren't Voidtrekkers.

"Hey, sorry we can't hang around much longer, but like she said, we got this! Thanks for everything. Don't worry about us, we'll be fine! Here's hoping we see each other again!"

Which hurts worse - the hit to the back of the head, or the one to the front as they fall to the ground? Maybe the former with how quickly they dropped, but Tidus isn't questioning any of that so much as he stares at the sight, puzzled, before gaze lifting to see--

Grocery guy!!!

Which is just as surprising, but you know what? He's getting two thumbs up, one raised like a fist but still with a thumb out. Great shot, man!! Love it!!

The floating platform they're on shudders as so much do, but Tidus is hopping carefully for more reasons than that; not sure if the person will get back up, wanting to ready on his feet for anything. He gets near to their proximity, hands wafting out some as if he's trying to think quick, then looks over to Xehanort.

"You got rope?!"

What is this tiny creature doing on top of a giant sword.

Because it manages to get up there, as the sword is being drawn back - and the older man somehow noticing (probably from the pleas) that Potato is now on top of it, looking back at them. ...with the exact same furrow-brow expression of confusion at the new entry into their family ~~tantrum~~ spat.

'This ain't the place for kids,' the man says with a deep, gravelly voice. 'Scoot on.'

Tidus can be heard snorting, at least on his feet. Could he be taking this time to attack? (But Potato said no fighting!!)

"Really? What kind of illusion are you?"

Shouldn't he be wanting to fight him to the death or something?!

What she's presently doing is clinging, very stubbornly at that. How she's not cutting herself presumably has to do with the fact that Potato, at the core, has the approximate resistance and stability of a particularly durable water balloon.

Which is to say, she is temporarily an extremely effective, if talkative sheath.

Puffing her cheeks, Potato stubbornly shakes her head. "No way!!! If I move, you'll, um... You're going to try hitting him right??" She points back at Tidus. "And he's from the Train! Which means he's a friend!" She decided it!

More importantly- "And that means, I'm gonna help keep them safe!"

Falling City

With their memories regained, there is a distinct theme in Crowley’s history that seems to be highlighted once again, and that is their habit of antagonizing dieties at any chance they get.

As the voice is heard, Crowley walks into the cracking streets, angry, eyes nearly bulging and serpentine, gritting their teeth. "You call thisdamnation?!" they yell at the sky, fists balled, "This is a fallacy-- you can't play God with people's lives."

Even the children. Yes, Crowley would love to see them smiling and laughing once more too, but there is a distinct difference in treating them like ants in a display case and allowing them the freedom to live their lives. Hearing the voice even use this as an excuse enrages Crowley to no end. There's a growling hiss in response to the repeated mention of children. Crowley, although not a parent in the biological sense, has cared for children more than any demon had the right to, and if nothing else, they have the desire to care for and protect Alice now, who they consider family despite this world's tricking them into being one.

The street cracks and there are people nearby, screaming and terrified, their emotional state causing them even more danger of falling. Crowley's gaze darts to them, an outstretched hand snapping and sending them flying back from a fall that most certainly would have ended in death.

Crowley searches the streets for loved ones, snapping doors and ladders on the structures where people are encased and trapped, bewildered by the fact that they are living out an apocalypse once again.

Evacuation

Crowley isn't afraid of monsters. They're a monster, themselves. Maybe they don't look like one now, since this world has disguised them as a middle-aged mother, but they can deal with that.

They aren't a fighter in the traditional sense. They've certainly played with swords and armor some centuries ago, but miracles have always been their greatest defense. As people run to safety, Crowley is there to push them along, teleport them in a pinch, and miracle up barriers to slow down any incoming attacks.

Jecht looks at Potato for a quiet moment. ...before a devilish grin spreads across his face, eyes turning onto his son.

'So ya've got a lil' girl protectin' you now, is that it! Can't fight your old man?'

And Tidus bristles, waving a pointed finger at the illusion!dad. "Arrrgh, you shut it, old man! You know that's not what's happening here! I'll fight you any day, you annoying loudmouth!"

''Cept you've got one of your train friendies here-'

"I've never met them!" BAH, BAH!! Which, speaking of, Tidus will look at her (still dangling??) from the sword. It's ok, Jecht doesn't mind leaving you like that. "Who are you?"

He asks it with some strain, baffled about how these events just turned on their head. WHY IS HIS ILLUSION DAD SASSING HIM, WHERE DID THIS TINY GIRL COME FROM.

a light

It's the darkest day so far. Mami has struggled to keep her spirits lifted through all this, but so far she hasn't fallen.

Unfortunately, that might not last much longer. She's spent a considerable amount of magic resisting and battling illusions, and even Rosetta is becoming too tired to keep up. She tries to run to the evacuation point, but...she's stopped to lean on what's left of a lamp post. Just for a minute...

Her heroic resolve strengthens when she spots another passenger on their way. "Ah, excuse me? You know where to go, right?"

"HMmmmmm...hmmmmm..." She's been doing a lot of running around, and a lot of wondering around, and boy.

She has no idea what's going on and what to do. She sort of recognizes Mami though, at least in passing enough to brighten up. "OH!!! ...Nope! Do you?"

"I'm Mo-" NO WAIT. She must use her code name. "I'M...POTATO!" Perfect.

Said potato pouts at illusion!dad. "And you're rude! Especially about people who can fight! I bet if Harker was here, she'd get really mad, and she'd beat you with a bat instead." Harker, as the Master of Assassin and an ex-retail worker, was definitely a woman to be feared. "And you'd have to think of something else to say about girls then!" Potato pauses, and frowns. "....Though you could also just be dead after that..."

It is Harker...it is Harker... Well. The fluffy bean of homuncu-child tilts her head near upside-down to look at Tidus again. "Is he a lot older than he looks though, because you said 'old man', and he said 'old man', but I didn't think he looked really old at all!"

You could also just be dead. Illusion!dad just continues to look amused, though it's a look that gets directed at Tidus - a figment playing off his own thoughts, and he has to turn away, in a show of Don't you dare make a dumb joke. Because when there's two boss battles happening x miles away from you and in a finale thread, now is the time to be having a dumb father-son moment.

"Yeah, he's real old." Regardless, Tidus is allowed to make dumb, dry-stated jokes, and a huff of laughter leaves Jecht. But this is probably not what's really important, with Tidus assessing the situation, and how...upside down this got. Quite like their company is.

"Look, you should get out of the way." Not to be all awkward, but... "He's my illusion, so I should...get rid of him. You don't need to worry about me."

Potato, would you like to be right way up? We hope you do, since Jecht is flipping his sword, and - tada! You can now sit on it top side. What a perfect kind of sword to end up on?

'Kid misses his dad,' Jecht says far too easily for a sour-faced Tidus. 'You make sure he doesn't cry once he's done.'

"Do you have t--!" Ugh! "You're annoying, even when you're fake!"

Please don't mind us being weird about dads we're acknowledging as fake, little potato.

"The park. Were you there this week? I can get us there...I think..."

But she has to conserve her magic. She feels strangely drawn to the girl, semi-relatedly. That's odd.

"My name's Mami. What's yours?"

She sets off in a direction that looks like it might have some remnants of greenery. Let's try it!

It's easy to lose each other in the middle of this chaos. Inigo could have sworn that Tidus was fighting by his side only moments ago, somewhere right behind his back, but the moment Inigo takes care of the monster he was fighting, he turns around - and Tidus is nowhere to be seen.

It tugs on his heart with an instant kind of worry in this situation. Tidus can handle himself, but.. people have already died. It makes the situation feel more dire than any other mission before, if not just because it makes Inigo feel sick to his stomach. And then there's the fact that last time anything with illusions happened, Tidus was..

A hand subconsciously moves down to touch his stomach, but Inigo shakes it off, instead starting to run. It looks like there's more illusions than civilians around right now (even the kinds that are attacking them), so Inigo just does his best to avoid them, running with his sword out until he finally spots that familiar head of hair again. Even if he can't quite see the full situation yet, it's obvious that Tidus looks frustrated about something, and so Inigo quickens his pace as he's practically jumping over.

"Tidus! Are you o--"

But it's only when he calls out and stops right next to the other that he follows Tidus's line of sight, realising Tidus wasn't quite fighting a monster. Nor one of the chaos-enthralled civilians, judging by the way this guy looks. It makes Inigo just stop mid-sentence and stare for a moment.

"You are a pitiful villain. It takes one to know one," Sunset said and there is a sadness through the connection. "You can have all the players you want, but you'll only be alone. I wish there was more time. But it looks like you won't listen more then this right now, will you? But giving up my life won't help you."

She looks at Loki and she squeezes his hand, a warmth growing there. Her friend, who stood beside her and supported her despite their differing opinions. How he believed in her trying, at least.

She looked towards the copy, breathes in deep and lets it out before letting go of the tendril and wraps an arm around her copy, one armed hug. "I hope one day, you can listen. Breathe. Let yourself have a little peace."

And she pulls at the magic between her and Loki, what she's been using to fuel her element, the differing opinions, but mostly the kindness, the understanding, and offers it to her double, to let her magic intermingle with chaos.

A seed of empathy, of harmony, to help in the future.

And she lets go, ears and tail vanishing. She looks at the cyclone. "Chaos Diadem. You never gave me your name so...that's what I'll remember you as."

She looks to the Voidtreckers. "Thank you for trying! I'm glad to have met so many kind people!" She called and turned to Loki. "Let's go."

Potato, needless to say, misses the memo. And the joke. She misses quite a lot of things actually, which isn't surprising given she missed that boss battles and evacuations were happening. So for now she just strokes her chin, as if the matter of how old Not!Dad is is a matter of great intellectual consideration.

"I see...."

She does not.

"WU-AO!" Not much issue there as soon she's right side up though! Wow!!! "Hey, that's a way better thing to do with a big sword! You should give rides!" It's a totally great idea, and doesn't involve hurting anyone. "How come anyone has to get gotten rid of though? We're just going to the train right?" Actually, since Tidus just said fake, that brings up another point! "Um, and since he's Fake I guess, it'll be okay if he's still here then!"

That's how it works right? Yes.

"Oh!!" Wait. "...which park..." Well if she doesn't know there's only one solution. "Hm, if I don't know, but you know, we just have to hold hands then. That way, you can show the way!" Yes!

"I'm Potato!"

Shit. He moves towards the loud blond guy, raising his voice.

"I know you gotta save these people, but it's time for you to get going! We need to get you to the evacuation point before it's too late!"

These past few days have wrecked havoc on Murderbot's processor. Rin's processor. Eden's? It's- difficult to establish identity, when it feels tugged in multiple directions, half of which seem to be part of a feed show. It holds on to a few things that hold solid throughout them, chief of which?

It wants to protect people.

So when it sees a disorientated-looking figure being led by another - maybe it can be forgiven for jumping to conclusions. Maybe it can be forgiven for analyzing the situation with all the gravity of a kidnapping, and maybe - just maybe - it can be excused for firing a precise shot in to the leg of the steadier figure before lunging forwards to try and take their 'cargo'.

If it were any other situation. There's many times the other has jumped to the other's side in the midst of battle, and Tidus should be relieved for the company. But when Inigo makes his appearance, the words to tell him to move on get stuck in his throat. Jecht stands back after making a swipe with his blade, seeing now the pair of them; brows raising some at Inigo, and Tidus struggles to swallow.

"Inigo-"

'Who's this? Your boyfriend?' Jecht cuts in; gravel-voiced, a hint of mirth with the taunt. Or more than just a hint. 'Hey, kid,' he continues, looking back at Inigo, 'He's gonna tell you to go. Wants to play with his old man some more, don't you?'

"Shut up!" Tidus snaps, if more frustrated than sharp. "Look, I can get rid of him..."

'Messin' 'round with me than helpin' the folks here. Not that 'm supposed to let you go anywhere...'

Welcome to whatever you just got involved in, Inigo.

"All right!"

Mami happily takes the girl's hand, and...huh. She feels a little stronger, like she might last the day! That's a feeling she usually only gets around Rosetta.

"We have to look out for holes and debris. The roads are falling apart around us----ahh!"

Just in time, the ground rumbles beneath her feet, and she panics and throws her free hand out. A yellow ribbon shoots from the ring on her finger, lashing around a nearby railing, and she swings them away from the sudden portal into the void.

"This might take a bit."

"Memories are the difference between a fool and not! Memories are the building blocks we use to learn to not be taken advantage of, and how to forgive and help ourselves and others. If you think memories are pointless if you can't go back to the past, then you don't know the value of them!" Razzy shouted, phasing up through the platform as the shadows attacked. With the numbers thinning, it would be a lot more helpful to help while flying.

Returning ice and ecto blasts at errant shadows.

"One of those gods who rotted the world really loved messing with memories. Luckily for her, my memories when I got them back made me very forgiving because I had to make the call. Do you think you'll br so lucky?" She asked, firing down another shadow.

"I have to go," but she can also clock 120 miles an hour during flight. "Before I go, how about you do a scan and see what awaits you if you don't learn to let go of what you've lost?"

She doesn't have time to have a debate or be overly kind, but thoughts are fast and she can at least make the offer. Maybe Chaos would learn something.

Devero's attention is absolutely focused on the being huddled in the crook of his arm. They're an utterly inhuman person, a slender upright dinosaur-looking thing with a supple, lashing tail and a rich plumage of feathers; their voice is a piping counterpoint to his deep, rumbling one. He can barely understand them, not with the magic that binds this place shredded the way it is, but somehow he's managed to convey that he can take them home and that's all they want.

It takes an effort, though, to bend the illusion enough to make himself understood. It takes all of his concentration. So when something impacts his leg and sends a shock of searing pain through it?

Well, he's caught by surprise.

Devero shouts and goes down as his leg buckles beneath him. At least he manages to shove the dinosaur-person away, so he doesn't crush their bird-boned body under his solid bulk. (They seem stunned and agitated as Rin grabs them away, struggling against its' grip.) And though Dev hits the ground hard, he still manages to roll and sit up to face his attacker--

"Rin? What the fuck!"

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So Familiar a Gleam: Finale

HINDRANCE - B; nothing breaks an illusion like a genre break, truly

MONSTERS

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bringing a potato into my shounen

she's here to bring comedic value and also hugs,

Crowley | OTA | Voidtrecker

perfect, i love comedy

for potato

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She's not sure what she's doing, but it's probably her best!

Just Doing Her Best

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2B

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mister old man, you sure are strange!!

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shit-i-missed-the-event solidarity!

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