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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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He had sensed the movement behind him, knew the illusion was coming. But Wei Ying was faster. Moving between them to block the blade as he turns to watch. If this illusion does anything to hurt Wei Ying he would slice it down with no hesitation. Just the emotions he is seeing running over the man's face as this enemy forces him to feel more then he should on a battlefield is enough to make him want to destroy the cause of it. For the most part he continues to ignore the ranting, all his attention now on the illusion and making sure nothing else comes at them, ready to stop anything that tries to get between them. He knows Wei Ying trusts him to watch his back and he will do just that.

He has vowed to always stand beside this man, protect him with everything he could. He has to make up for all the things he failed to do all those years before. The guilt and weight of his actions leaving him broken for many years. He will not watch him die on this battlefield and the last thing he will allow is for his hand, even one based in illusion, to be the one to deal that blow.

The man before him is strong, able to face an illusion that is threatening them and still have compassion. It is one of the things he admires of him. But something is changing around them. He tenses as he becomes ready for anything that might try and draw them apart or harm him. His hand on the sword tightens as he prepares to defend.

"Be careful."

Chaos doesn't like people who talk more than him? And he pulled in Wash? Bless his overly dramatic heart.

To be fair, Wash has been a bit preoccupied, because one Tucker is hard enough (oh god dammit) but a dozen of them is way too many. He actually buckles down for this fight, and it goes well enough - especially when he disarms one of them and has a rifle of his own again - right up until the wave of memories and agony rolls over the battlefield again, staggering him enough for an opportunistic Tucker to put an energy sword in his shoulder and send him sprawling to the ground. He snaps back to reality on his back, in pain, and you know what, fuck that-

The great thing about Fireball and its easily defined radius is that he can cast it far enough up to roast every Tucker who's still on their illusory feet and only get enough heat himself to singe his eyebrows.

(And his mind, if he's going to be honest with himself. If he lives through all of this, he'll be seeing that in his nightmares, along with everything else that's taken a crack at him over his life. God damn.)

The sword deactivates when its wielder falls, and Wash gets back to his feet to see illusions starting to flicker, pieces of the world glitching in and out like a shitty Skyrim mod, and off-brand cosmic Tommy Wiseau still yelling above it all and you know what, fuck this guy.

"WE DESERVE TO GO HOME, ASSHOLE! WE HAVE BETTER THINGS TO DO THAN BE PART OF YOUR HALF-ASSED COMMUNITY THEATER BULLSHIT, AND THIS IS THE WORST PLAY EVER! OF ALL TIME!"

Though it looks like curtain call is coming up, and Wash braces himself for whatever fresh hell that'll bring.

Cassie has been a little too focused on dealing with her not!Dad's taunting to listen to what this swirling cosmic anus has to say. But she is absolutely dealing with him. She's gotten much more powerful in the past months - stronger than her father had ever been. And she's pretty sure this fake Dad can't fly, either.

She catches his foot, spins and tosses him with all her might.

"I'm more of a Cage than your Harvey-the-Rabbit ass!"

An inclination of his head, to the Lan Zhan who speaks behind him; he sees the vortex, he feels franticness in the oppression, watches the face of his illusioned soulmate, for such a word lacking proper depth to meaning. Be careful, and they both shall be, as careful as anyone can when their companions are evacuating hundreds and thousands, when the void is leaking into this landscape, when monsters and crazed 'citizens' alike strike nearby, with Chaos a roiling, destructive emotional mess before them, fractured and shattered and dangerous, as powerful things always are.

There are inconceivable levels of power from all kinds he doesn't try to grasp or hold onto; he sees it in glimpses of those fighting, the fluctuations even noted at a distance. Everyone's angers are justified, and he is not some limitless fount of energy, not calling on hundreds of thousands of restless, resentful spirits; he is a song in the winds and chaos.

The drop of his flute, millimetres below his lips, another moment for an intake of breath, after the shouting, as illusive reality flickers

"What was her name?"

Then, as he has been, he continues playing, letting himself feel what he feels, what he's feeling from outside, and the pressure, the ache, coursing through. Something was coming, but it'd been coming from worlds away, culminating here, and now, and something more lurked beyond it, in the cause behind those cubes dropping from the sky, in the reason why a whole system disappeared, swallowed, and why it sounded as if it was not the only one, or the last.

"Noc...tis?" Prompto paled a little bit when he was confronted with his best friend holding him at swordpoint. He faltered a moment.

No. It wasn't Noctis. Noctis wouldn't do this to him, and he knew that. He knew that very well that they would never turn on each other. No matter how he felt worried or concerned, Noctis would never draw his blade on him, threaten him. Insecurities aside, he was sure of that much.

Prompto responded by playing dirty, sweeping the apparition's feet out from under him, and summoning instead his bazooka. He hoisted the thing on his shoulder and aimed at the vortex. Would it help? He had no idea, but he fired all the same.

"NEVER USE MY KING AGAINST ME."

Mami manages to catch herself, but the illusory Kyoko is still after her. She gulps and swings away, trying to tie her up with another ribbon. An old trick, might not work...and oh, Jonouchi-san...she hopes he's all-right.

She readies her rifles and calls out.

"If anyone needs a heal, come to me!"

Her ribbons are on offer. But...boy, she might be overextending a bit.

He doesn't bother with the illusion, as sick as it might make him. He keeps cutting through things to protect the group. If he were in his armor he could do more, but he's not sure where Yurine is. He knows his soul is safe though, and that's what matters.

He ignores any injuries he's getting from things hitting him, dodging out of the way the best he can. He doesn't care i he's bloodied or bruised, what matters is keeping other people safe. If he can't attack, at least he'll defend.

Otoha hears Mami's offer but ignores it for now. He's fine. Everything's fine.

Freeza takes the blast seemingly full force, and the energy in his hand dissipates, momentarily. Some of his composure lost, like a constant interruption. A sphere of ki surrounds him to shield immediate attacks, get his bearings, see past the imitation.

"Is anyone putting a scratch in these tiresome things?" he demands.

It wasn't Gohan. It couldn't be. Trunks kept repeating to himself as he and the illusionary saiyan traded blows. Between that and the staggering force of emotions beating down on them from the Entity, he didn't even realize there were tears in his eyes.

Tears of loss, tears of anger and rage; just like the night he'd discovered Gohan's corpse in the rain. Then it had fueled and been the trigger for his first transformation into a Super Saiyan. Now, it was still fuel for him to keep fighting.

"This isn't you, Gohan." Trunks snarled before managing to break apart for some space. "You'd be fighting this thing trying to control us--to put us under a different reign of struggle and terror--just as hard as I am."

Razzy is a clone of Danny. Action does little to make her stop talking if she wants. It helps air isn't an issue.

The building chunks are and she is quick to move, shooting out blasts of ecto and ice to at least divert their path from people. Mostly. Its a lot to take care of. Much easier to phase through chunks herself.

She notices the guilt on her their faces, ignores thebpain in her heart. She had to drag them out of a fake fantasy of paradise. She's hurt them because of those same gods, the ones who rotted with their world, and those who escaped. Because they all suffered with the rot until they decided to change.

Though at least destroying and phasing through chunks gets her some distance from them. Being land bound is a major disadavtange and while Tide can match her speed, he has to deal with obstacles the brute force way.

"And maybe it will work! For a while! But not forever. How long did it take for your illusions to break this time? What will you do to maintain it? How many more children will you rip from their homes, their families, how many will you make scream just because you refuses to accept things have changed?!" Razzy shouted. "Tragedy happens, it hurts, it rips you apart. Worlds fall apart and that pain will weigh on you, and that's only going to change if you stop forever or you let people help you! This isn't either! This will only cause more pain in the end!"

No. NO THIS IS THE GREATEST SHOW OF ALL. SEE HOW REAL IT FEELS. SEE HOW YOU WEEP. EMBRACE THE PAIN. WEEP. LAUGH. SCREAM.

And then abruptly they vanish. The illusions of friends and family, popping like bubbles that have been burst.

BUT IF THIS BORES YOU THEN ACT TWO AWAITS!

Tendrils of colour break away from the main mass, coming down to each person here. But instead of attacking they aim to push, or wrap themselves around limbs and pull. They can be destroyed, there are more. They don't go far, just to where people can be seen, the many many citizens moving towards the evacuation point. A group moving across a semi-stable platform.

IF I COULD. I WOULD SAVE THEM. MY DIAGAD. WOULD YOU? COULD YOU? WILL YOU HELP?

Shadows begin to crowd in, shapes in the sky. The shadows from memory- though those who have seen them before will realise these are illusions. They do not feel the same, though it will be difficult to pinpoint how exactly. Circling the people on the platform.

ARE YOU HEROES? OR ARE YOU HYPOCRITES?

The first blast doesn't hit any of the civilians, instead one of the still standing buildings, which begins to crumble. The people scream.

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Trunks doesn't hesitate. Even if the illusionary Gohan were still around, he wouldn't. He's diving from the sky towards the building. Ki blasts from his hands, aimed at the crumbling building. He even invokes the power this world gave him--a form of chronomancy.

Using that precious time while everyone else was stopped around him, to move people away from the building's debris. He wasn't sure how long he had, but the longest this power would last was 5 seconds. It had to be enough.

Cassie flies in behind Trunks, looking to grab anyone he isn't able to get to. As she closes the distance, she makes use of her own temporary power, growing as large as it will let her so she can grab them literally by the handful.

What's left of the group of Tuckers disappears abruptly, and Wash is yanked off his feet, lifted into the air and-

And over the evacuation area. Son of a bitch is done targeting them and has moved on to going after civilians - the last of the kidnapped people who need to get out of this crumbling hellscape.

Wash sure hopes this bastard can hear through his shadow tentacles, because his next few words are quiet, soaked in venom and snarled out through gritted teeth. "You should've died with your world."

He tears himself free, falls, lands hard in the evac zone with a jolt that rattles his wounds and makes him hiss, and rolls to his feet. No time to waste. If Community Theater Cthulu wants a show, then he can goddamn well have one.

"GET TO THE MIDDLE OF THE STREETS AWAY FROM THE BUILDINGS AND KEEP MOVING! IF ANYONE FALLS, PICK THEM UP! WE'RE GETTING OUT OF THIS TOGETHER!"

It's a damn good thing Thaumaturgy is a cantrip, because it's been his go-to for this whole stupid affair. He finds someone trapped under debris, upends the building scrap off of her like she's nothing, and pulls her to her feet. The woman doesn't wait to thank him - just takes off running towards the evac point, stopping only to scoop a frightened child into her arms before she picks up the pace again.

Good. One down, God only knows how many more to go, and one cosmic asshole presiding over it all. He doesn't stop to worry about it - doesn't stop to think about how much this is like Thay, except Thay had been an unmitigated disaster so this can't be like Thay - and just keeps moving, helping who he can.

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"You're becoming the same monster who took Diagad! The same rot!" Razzy shouted as she zipped through the tendrils, limbs elongating, morphing to slip through the loops before they tighten. Not testing intangiblity with enegprgy if she can help it.

But there were people in danger and she never claimed to be a hero. That was Danny. But she didn't ignore people in danger in front of her. But that is a lot of debris, a lot of civilians, what does she do, what does she do, a solid shield of ecto or ice would be too much, she needs a connection for intangibility-

Oh. "Ignore the iced ones!"

Her eyes go blue, the air getting chilly around her, and she throws out a spiderweb of ice, spikes fanning out from her hands, aiming for the largest chunks of debris heading for people, her eyes turning a solid green as they all suddenly stop midair. Using the connection of ice between her and the debris to spread out her intangibility, supporting the weight of the debris and making them passable.

Having been carted up by shadow tentacle, Wei Wuxian has his hands on... part of Chaos, technically, in a sudden enough move to startle his playing.

Which was an interesting concept, for two reasons. One, if the madcap power he'd been 'given' on this crafted, falling apart world continued to work, then he was, in theory, borrowing Chaos's... tentacle's power? By proxy. Though if Chaos is the whole of what exists here, is it borrowing from Chaos?

Two, he needed some cooperation out of Chaos anyway to be helping the people below.

"If you know what you gave us, either lend me your abilities, or lend me your resentment. I need something to use." Following that, he'd try to first, see if he can influence any falling rubble into a different form, exchanging one illusion for another (seems worth a try); second, lifting his flute to his lips and changing tone entirely, something that commands, that cajoles, that directs resentment, which is only going to work if some's lent out his way. There aren't enough resenting dead around otherwise, thus the only source of that power is Chaos's own energies themselves.

(This is why you don't bring a necromantic bard to a boss fight. Unfortunately, the necromantic bard brought himself.)

Mami's hands grasp for air as her illusory opponent disappears, but that's soon the least of their problems. She's carried up with the rest to watch their opponent...what, kill people? This must be some kind of test, or trick. She grits her teeth against the pain and despair wailing on her mind, trembling with everything she has to keep from breaking.

And she launches behind the rest, desperately searching for injured and sending unfocused clouds of healing. Not as effective as if she were with them one on one, and it's draining her quickly, but she has to do something.

Yes The voice dipped as Wash spoke but the soared. FINALLY SOMETHING WE AGREE ON. I SHOULD BE DEAD. WE SHOULD ALL BE DEAD. ALAS. ALAS IT IS NOT SO.

As Trunks, Cassie, Wash, Razzy and Mami Grab civilians out of the way the shapes shoot another building, and one of the platforms, splitting the group of civilians up, sending them scattering as the platform begins to break apart.

They have stopped screaming though, instinctively moving towards those who have shown up to save them.

YOU WANT RESENTMENT? DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU ASK LITTLE FLUTER? DO YOU TRULY?

BUT EVEN SO. WHAT IS THEATRE WITHOUT AN ORCHESTRA?

"I know how that feels, but since we are alive, and we did survive, then we don't get to stop striving now. We don't get to blame the others who live. We don't get to blame ourselves for surviving. Wei Wuxian is asking for your resentment and heartache, Little Chaos. Let it flow."

It's unlikely Wei Wuxian will be able to control too much for long, but he plays, and anything given to him he directs: straight up at the shapes, at what destroyed everyone that Chaos loved. Resentment aimed, and not further escalated; music to point toward the self-created lie about a self-evident truth.

Chaos resents those shapes, but Chaos very likely resented having survived at all.

You live, and we live, and that's the only way we solve anything. We live for all of them, and make sure we do everything we can so that it never happens again.

"I'm sorry you lost people dear to you." Prompto chimed in, because that was very true, he was sorry. "But hurting other people doesn't help that. Isn't it better to move forward?"

He didn't really know why he wanted to be so vengeful, but he understood what loss did to people.

"I bet the people who cared about would be really glad you were spared and you can live on."

Otoha growls and starts slashing through whatever tentacles he can find that are going for people. Passenger or not, they need to be taken out. It's not his city, but it looks like they're the only ones who can protect them.

Even if they want to kill him, that's fine. He's very used to that sort of thing. He starts trying to herd them along with Wash.

"Move."

Razzy may not know math, but she understands how momentum works, and she sees more debris falling, so with effort, she pulls hard at the debris she's captured, pulling the phased material up into the debris, moving it to go the opposite way-

And lets it solidified at the last moment, fusing with the falling parts, ice shattering, but sending the debris to fall on the other side of the building.

And she dives down, eyes glowing blue as she aims for the largest crack in the platform, sending out ice to help support the broken structure.

It wouldn't last long, but it would give them time.

"This! Is what I'm talking about! Not letting go of the end of the world just makes you the same monster that took from you! If you respond with pain with pain, then there's only suffering! What are you hoping to get out of this other then thinking this will help your anger?!" She demanded, hands on the ice to try and keep it up. "Because I can tell you now, death isn't a mercy people like to think it is! And that's from the half dead girl!"

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"Master Chaos, please!" Zagreus finally calls, having made it to the battlefield despite the innumerable obstacles set in his path. This isn't his great-great-grandparent, true, but it is enough like the Chaos Zagreus knows to feel comfortable using such an epithet. "This isn't the way to honor the fallen. Taking more Shades will never return them to you. Remind yourself of them as they were! They live on in your memory!"

He's not going to get into the nitty-gritty of the discussion of death, as he definitely has a different perspective than the mortal Voidtreckers likely do. The prince will, however, be ready to block any incoming attacks so that the pathway remains clear behind him, defending the escape route at the cost of potential bodily harm or death. He still has all his Death Defiances ready to use.

Community Theater Cthulu is a nihilist. Fucking perfect.

But Wash doesn't have any further words for him right now - there's too much going on otherwise. He's too busy pulling people out of the way of debris, digging them out from under fallen bits of building and God knows what else, and lifting them up to a safer area now that the platform they're on is fracturing. He sends them Otoha's way when they're fine but just need direction - Otoha's got a good head on his shoulders. He's got this.

"Keep going! Don't look back and don't stop!" If they lose anyone, they're gone for good into the abyss, so he's making for damn certain he doesn't lose anyone.

Trunks kept pushing himself. Blasting debris to bits or rescuing people. Testing out the new limits on speed that Super-Saiyan 2 afforded him. If needed, he still had his chronomancy.

Let other's do the talking--there are people to save.

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cw: death threats? kind of?

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