Fighting Headstrong in our Final Hour: Ongoing

[voidtreckermods]

Here are the ongoing threads for the final mission: Fighting Steadfast in our final hour.

For both the Purple and Blue threads please respond to the NPC thread in one thread together like a boss fight. Please only respond once per round, a round change is indicated by an NPC tag. Please bold any questions or important speech to help us!

For Orange and Red it is more freeform and tagging amongst yourselves as they make the connection and deal with the energy surge.

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[zigajoule]

"YOU HEARD THEM! THEY OFFER AN ALLIANCE WHERE YOU CAN BRING FORTH THE VENGEANCE YOUR PEOPLE DESERVE! HOW MANY HAVE A CHANCE TO UTTERLY DESTROY THEIR ENEMY AND BRING THEM TO FACE THEIR WILL? THEY HAVE DISHONORED YOUR WORLD AND ALL YOUR PEOPLE!"

Sebek shouts still just as loud. The air seems to vibrate around him, and he's surprised it has taken this long to convince Chaos to join them. If Master Malleus had been slighted by these shapes, Sebek would jump at the chance to avenge him. Not that Master Malleus would ever be destroyed by the likes of these strange shapes. In fact, Sebek will suggest that they try to reach one of the Master Malleuses (or all three) to help defeat them.

"AND YOU GET TO DO SO TO MUSICAL ACCOMPANIMENT! YOU WON'T EVEN HAVE TO WAIT FOR SOMEONE TO COMPOSE A PLAY OF THE BATTLE AFTER!"

[voidtreckernpcs]

YES YES. THERE MUST BE MUSIC MY FLUTE PLAYER. PLAY FOR ME.

ALL OF YOU READY THE STAGE. LIGHT THIS BEACON. SUMMON THESE BEASTS.

I SHALL READY MY ULTIMATE PERFORMANCE!

The energy swirls and begins to rise to the sky. If they have anything more to add, now is the time.

[unrecovered]

He keeps his mouth shut for two seconds and suddenly it's a musical.

...you know what, why not? It sounds like that's what's pushed Chaos over the edge into helping them, and he's not about to argue with it. Not if it gets the job done.

(Plus, his time in Faerun taught him that bards will fuck you up just as quickly and thoroughly as any other class. Hopefully that holds true here.)

He shrugs and grins. "See you on the other side." Because he's not sure Break a leg will translate and he's not about to risk it.

Theater kid. Honestly.

[weifinder]

"Thank you," he says first, soft and meaningful, eyes not so much gentled as appreciative of what he can't encompass beyond that. Wei Wuxian's smile is a thing of teeth and a flash of red lips, his flute twirled around his fingers and then caught, brought up to his lips.

And so, he begins to play: a challenge, a call, a commanding not for Chaos but for those which will face Chaos. The weight of emotions that had been, of nightmares and memories, imparting what strength, what compulsion, what demanding and the arrogance of calling out into the darkness and saying: here I am. Come.

It may not be the beacon, but it is a beacon, and it is a song that sparks with Chaos, as much as anything produced by one man could ever be. Thankfully, or perhaps unfortunately, if they were looking for a human embodiment of chaos, Wei Wuxian was arguably a great one.

Right now, however, he's Chaos's live soundtrack to its existence, and to whatever may come.

[monkeyinthewrench]

Whoa. A smile threatens to split his face at this awesome turn of events. But Jake really wishes he had a guitar right now. He could've joined in for some screamo vibes, really made it roar! But nobody wanted to hear that, really.

So he settles for grabbing some pens from his pocket and tap-tapping them like drumsticks. It's not much, but it's in the spirit.

[jan_ken_hacking]

Nothing to add- save one small thing. "...Thank you," Kiyoiri says honestly, and of course- "...I'll make sure to show you a comic for this after."

This sort of story demands to be immortalized after all.

[motherofresistance]

Leia has stood back til now, giving others an opportunity to speak. But before Chaos moves off she does offer a few parting words. "Thank you," she said. "And my apologies for what I said to you- and believed of you- the last time I was here; rarely have I been happier to be proven wrong."

She offers an elegant bow in the direction of the swirling colors. "May your performance be magnificent... and your revenge sweet." A Jedi didn't take- or condone taking- revenge. But Leia wasn't, strictly speaking, a Jedi. And for all their vast differences, she and Chaos had one thing in common. And for that alone, if nothing else, she wished them well.