Mami: Kyoko comes down with her, running for an attack, but the blast hits - and Mami hears her scream, loud in her ears. While even deeper, inside her own mind, she hears Kyoko sneer:
'Can you really stand on your own? Do I need to remind you what happened the last time you tried doing that? You're nothing when there isn't someone by your side to help you!'
Prompto: Prompto sets off blasts, but as he does, a sword comes to knock his gun away - belonging to Noctis, who stands before him now, an anguished look on his face.
'Prompt, don't make me do this,' he says.
Wei Wuxian and Wangji: The Lan Zhan kneels, but isn't stand. And as he arrives, the other Lan Zhan rises again - and will slash at Wangji with the same blade as he holds, will slice at his back if he doesn't hurry to turn.
Meanwhile, Wei Wuxian will find his mind with the playing of his song, a world, an older life: Diagad, with its real purple skies, with its real people. Memories, the beauty, the love; a performance out on its streets made from illusionary hardlights. The kids and the adults and the elderly that would come and watch the shows. The cramped small apartment that would be returned to, a younger sister loved, adored, even as she goes through the phase of caring about her own life, on her phone, reading the gossip about superheroes, talking to her friends.
The older brother at the table, watching her. And you know she will die, she will be dead. She will be gone, she is gone, but she could return, everything she and I loved, all that love, all the pain and WHY WOULD YOU TELL ME TO GIVE THIS UP WHEN THERE IS NOTHING LEFT, NOTHING, NOTHING, I NEED IT BACK, I NEED IT, I MUST MAKE THIS WORLD WHOLE AGAIN, WHOLE!'
AROUND THE ENVIRONMENT where it breaks and cracks constantly, suddenly buildings try to re-emerge, structures, signs, walls. They threaten to appear under people's feet, even those flying, a stop sign the size of a house, air taxis appearing from off-screen and being thrown out of the air and crashing all over. Like assets loading up where they shouldn't be and getting flung for it - the perfect game glitch for an imperfect, glitching out world.
IN PEOPLE'S HEADS, they will continue to feel a misery, but also flashes of images: that of the void, of worlds crumbling away; a sharp, horrendous pain to their psyche as they feel the shadow of their bodies being torn apart, continuing, no end to it, they fell and there was no end to their falling. No end to the billion voices of lives, of worlds and existences that they were cursed to listen to, to be filled with.
It lasts for a few seconds, but the experience is staggering. A taste of what would drive most insane, as memories are being called forth on this battlefield - the memories of the one who controls this fractured world.
ATTACKS sent out to the vortex do not seem to be having much effect. But with the antics going on, it is being distracted, not moving from its place. A stream of void being swallowed into its centre...
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'Can you really stand on your own? Do I need to remind you what happened the last time you tried doing that? You're nothing when there isn't someone by your side to help you!'
Prompto: Prompto sets off blasts, but as he does, a sword comes to knock his gun away - belonging to Noctis, who stands before him now, an anguished look on his face.
'Prompt, don't make me do this,' he says.
Wei Wuxian and Wangji: The Lan Zhan kneels, but isn't stand. And as he arrives, the other Lan Zhan rises again - and will slash at Wangji with the same blade as he holds, will slice at his back if he doesn't hurry to turn.
Meanwhile, Wei Wuxian will find his mind with the playing of his song, a world, an older life: Diagad, with its real purple skies, with its real people. Memories, the beauty, the love; a performance out on its streets made from illusionary hardlights. The kids and the adults and the elderly that would come and watch the shows. The cramped small apartment that would be returned to, a younger sister loved, adored, even as she goes through the phase of caring about her own life, on her phone, reading the gossip about superheroes, talking to her friends.
The older brother at the table, watching her. And you know she will die, she will be dead. She will be gone, she is gone, but she could return, everything she and I loved, all that love, all the pain and WHY WOULD YOU TELL ME TO GIVE THIS UP WHEN THERE IS NOTHING LEFT, NOTHING, NOTHING, I NEED IT BACK, I NEED IT, I MUST MAKE THIS WORLD WHOLE AGAIN, WHOLE!'
AROUND THE ENVIRONMENT where it breaks and cracks constantly, suddenly buildings try to re-emerge, structures, signs, walls. They threaten to appear under people's feet, even those flying, a stop sign the size of a house, air taxis appearing from off-screen and being thrown out of the air and crashing all over. Like assets loading up where they shouldn't be and getting flung for it - the perfect game glitch for an imperfect, glitching out world.
IN PEOPLE'S HEADS, they will continue to feel a misery, but also flashes of images: that of the void, of worlds crumbling away; a sharp, horrendous pain to their psyche as they feel the shadow of their bodies being torn apart, continuing, no end to it, they fell and there was no end to their falling. No end to the billion voices of lives, of worlds and existences that they were cursed to listen to, to be filled with.
It lasts for a few seconds, but the experience is staggering. A taste of what would drive most insane, as memories are being called forth on this battlefield - the memories of the one who controls this fractured world.
ATTACKS sent out to the vortex do not seem to be having much effect. But with the antics going on, it is being distracted, not moving from its place. A stream of void being swallowed into its centre...