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middleofsomewhere2021-07-21 06:04 am
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Entry tags:
- !mission thirteen,
- alice liddell (am) [ou],
- allen walker [crau],
- cassie cage [ou],
- devero [ou],
- katsuya jonouchi [au-crau],
- koumyou sanzo [ou],
- lapis lazuli [crau],
- little one [ou],
- madoka kaname [ou],
- nell ingram [ou],
- romeo [crau],
- taiki [ou],
- thanatos [ou],
- trunks brief (future) [ou],
- vegeta iv [crau],
- xue yang [ou],
- ~x~freeza [crau]
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.
- 1. Protecting people from attacks. Monsters have appeared, but people are also still brainwashed. Some even start to take on chaos features, streaks of colours dancing under the skin. These are so far gone it might be best to render them unconcious rather than trying to talk them round.
2. The non-voidtravellers need to be evacuated. As Anan explains, the 'unhooking' must be done by those with an SCA. Those that are evacuating people from the city will not be able to take part in the boss fight. Please note that those unhooking will suffer some effects afterwards and it will take them a good week or so to recover their full strength.
The city has many many people, so it is perfectly fine for the played 4th wallers to be the last to evacuate if they wish to take part in other things first!
3. The evacuation area needs protecting. Though the entity will hopefully be occupied by the main battle there will still be monsters targeting the area. Anan will encourage those who can fight to guard and those who are not strong combatants to take the role of evacuating people.
4. Getting people through the city- the city is unstable though there are strange creatures, almost children, partially animal who seem to be formed of the chaos all around them. However far from cruel they act as guides, mostly focusing on the children or those with pure hearts, helping them to safety.
5. Taking on the entity. There are two boss battle threads! Here and Here
"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.'
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:
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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Snippets of thoughts and memories swirl in his head. Talking with Thor, apologizing for- killing him, and Thor just smiling and telling him that as long as he wants to make up for it and make things better, Thor will always accept his efforts. How happy he's been with Thor since then. Imaginings of his apology to Agent Romanov for betraying her trust and how he hopes he will accept it if she never wants to talk to him again, as long as he's said it.
Thinking more specifically about the current situation. He wouldn't have accepted an invitation right before the kidnapping, but when he had been a prisoner of the fae... He might not only have accepted, but also tried to convince the entity to extend the invitation to all the Stolen, and convinced them to accept.
He won't help the entity build a new Diagad now. The wounds are too much. But he could have. He could still even help solve problems, as long as there's some middleman to go through. He's still angry, but he will walk away if an accord can be reached, and encourage others to do the same. There's something of a warning in there, too; "the Voidtreckers have defeated you time and again, if you take advantage of mercy, they can end you for good". But with that is a tacit acceptance of the possibility that they'll receive mercy.
One final thought, which causes him to shed tears. What if Solar wants to stay? Will he accept that? It's hard to answer that question, but in his heart, it's Yes. For her.
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He speaks to the entity. "Listen to what the other Voidtrecker Express crew members are saying! They speak for friendship and peaceful alliance. You do not have to be alone, and I believe that everyone deserves a second chance. Please do not continue your present course of action, using illusion to create a world in which you aren't alone, or at least one in which you don't suffer as much from being alone, but at the cost of pulling other people out of their worlds to keep you company and fooling them into thinking they belong here. Change your course! And to answer your question, as to what I would do, I would take the advice that others are proposing here. We can help you. Let us."
ROUND
But the voice sounded calmer now, petulant rather than furious as they all spoke, wove their song of friendship around colours.
Yet still elsewhere the chaos was still unfolding, the world crumbling, illusions folding into themselves.
HOW CAN YOU ALL SPEAK SUCH WORDS. WHAT THEATRE IS THIS? A REDEMPTION PLAY? AM I SUCH A PITIFUL VILLAIN? NO NO YOU WORDS SOOTH ME. WE CAN CHANGE THE STORY. BUT ARE YOU SURE? SEPARATE MEANS DOOMED TO LONELINESS AFTER ALL
TOGETHER IS SO MUCH BETTER. ONE MIND. NO. NO. I SENSE IT. NONE OF YOU WANT ME. NOT IF IT MEANS LOSING YOURSELF.
SELF. HA. BUT A SAFE PLACE. I CAN BE SAFE. THE SAFEST. NO ONE WILL BE SAFE BUT WITH ME BUT I NEED A CAST. SINCE YOU REJECT MY OFFER
Within the tendrils figures appear, more illusions. But those here would recognise them as themselves, copies appearing within the tendrils.
For those voidtreckers who wore their SCA there is a frantic series of beeping and booping before a voice sounds, Jin-Roh, the man from before.
"We are almost done here, if you are with anyone not tethered to a voidcraft get them to the evacuation point, as quickly as possible."
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(She's said goodbye a lot. Musashi, lone survivor of a vanished dimension, traveler across space and time by the force of all realities forcing her away with time- confessing that she had died and returned a spirit carrying on that trend of travel, promising she would see her once again, one day.
DantesThe Count of Monte Cristo, so dedicated to his hate that it defined a new class- Avenger- forcing her to fight against him, but then in the end whispering that perhaps thanks to her care, they could meet again- and they did, time and time again thereafter. Jeanne D'Arc Alter..."You knew I'd have to go eventually. No Heroic Spirit can stay here forever- and hell. Look at me. I wasn't even a real person- you did that, you little brat. You put enough love and care and belief into someone who could only hate, hate, hate..."
She didn't want her to go though. Her Jeanne-nee. Her-
"Hey. Wanna know something?" The woman had given her one last hug in the airport. She would eventually see her again in that movie singularity, a full year later, but she had no idea that she would. In the moment, at the airport...
"Here in Hawaii, the word they have for Goodbye? It can be 'Hello', too. So, Aloha, okay?")
"...An ending is never really an ending, right?"
It's easier to hug 'herself'. The illusion of her. She puts as much of 'herself' into it, and as much as she can to help Chaos in turn.
"'Aloha'," she says quietly, watery smile on her face. "...Even if we don't meet again...lets write stories for each other, okay?"
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With a nod to her own SCA, Della looked around to the less familiar faces, the ones she knew weren't Voidtrekkers.
"Go ahead, guys. We got this." She said with a smile and a raised fist. "But don't think this means we won't see each other again... if there's one thing I've learned on this train, it means nothing is impossible! And we came this far because of you - so we have to find a way to pay you back. Hang onto those I.O.U.'s!"
"We'll see you again! And until then... thank you, for everything, from everyone!"
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"Time for us to leave before we are stuck as its playthings? Well then, let us be off. Solar?"
He pulls on her hand, but loosely. He's afraid she might choose to stay.
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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!"
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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."
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Peace. An Ending is not an ending. ALOHA GOODBYE. AH YOU. YOU.
The illusions of themselves disappeared, fizzling away.
Jin-Roh spoke through the comms again. "Everyone else get ready. When we call it you need to leave. If you don't have your SCA on then get to someone who does."
THE OCEAN. A TORRENT THAT CHANGES ALL IN IT'S PATH AND THEN VANISHES. THAT IS WHAT YOU ARE. BEAUTIFUL OCEANS.
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Things were finally quieting down. Illusions were fading away. It was soon time to go "home". Could they have done anything differently? Could they have fixed things another way? It'd do no good to speculate on the what-ifs. Best to take whatever wins they could and hold their heads up high.
"... All right, Chaos. The offer will always be open to you. Maybe next time, we can start off on the right foot. We'll be waiting for you."
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“Just grab hold of me or someone holding on to me and I’ll do the rest. That means you, too, Vegeta.”
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"Thanks," she offers a wry smile. "You know, you could make a good ocean yourself. Think it over, will you?"
She would ask more questions, but they're probably lucky to get as much progress out of this as they have.
"The SCA travel's pretty much instantaneous. But if there's anyone who can't get to theirs that's good to know." She offers a wave to the two non-Voidtreckers as they go. "Let us know if you need a hand!"
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She turns into a pony, hooking a leg around Loki. "I think we'll be good!" She said.
And, well, after anything Loki might say, she's gonna teleport them where they need to go.
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"Do not forget what happened. And do not try to change her gift to better suit you. Otherwise you will lose everything again. And you may not have another chance."
He nods slightly to Solar. "I'm ready."
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He holds up his arm and looks at his SCA, and then he looks around to see if any Voidtreckers are not wearing theirs. He knows that he can help them return to the train. He waves that arm. "Anyone missing their SCA? Come over here!" He gets ready to depart.
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GO NOW. GO MY BEAUTIFUL OCEANS. MOLD EVERY WORLD TO YOUR HEARTS.
As Loki and Sunset teleport away the colours swirl around the voidtreckers, loss, grief and pain flood them. But so does hope.
Jin Roh's voice comes through the SCA's. "Almost there. Be ready. On my command..."