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middleofsomewhere2022-10-07 05:36 am
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Fighting Headstrong in our Final Hour: Finale
OUR FINAL HOUR: AND OUR FINAL FIGHT
( PURPLE )
When the pieces come together, things move fast. On Chaos' world, to a background of lights and music, the life beacon is activated, the seals set, ready for the trap to be sprung.
"Be ready, Voidtreckers," comes through Anan's voice on their SCA's. "Fingers on your evacuation buttons. When I say go, you need to go."
All around them, another voice booms: the one and only Chaos's. LET THEM COME! LET THE SHOW BEGIN! Colours crash and swirl in the air as the world remakes itself, paths unravelling into day and midnight skies, trees dispersing into waterfalls with no beginning or end. A feeling of dread invades as the sky begins to darken with very familiar shapes.
"Good luck, Chaos! Now voidtreckers. Leave now!"
Hopefully they do, as Chaos begins fighting to keep the shapes occupied, creating illusionary world after illusionary world for them to chase; buying time for the voidtreckers to leave, and the seals to snap into place.
They evacuate, the familiar feeling of being taken... But they do not arrive in the luggage carriage...
( BLUE )
Those who travelled back in time to the previous voidtreckers had a much calmer time of things, successfully convincing Vian and her crew to travel back with them. Anchoring on the way back, they find, is even more difficult, as they must keep hold of the old crew at the same time as they swim back through that ocean of void.
In some ways though, it is easier to return - as if their tethers know the way to go. They travel through the colours, and those acting as the stationary anchors reach out to grab them, pulling them back onto the voidtrecker express.
They are there long enough to know that they succeeded, to see the previous crew be pulled into the present by the ministry helpers and then...
( RED )
Eventually the maelstrom of energy stops. Their heads are still spinning but the storm is over, the energy safely passed from one place to another. They can let go and as they move from the link they are back.
Back with the Inspectors in the void. A complete and healed void. There is no rift to be seen, no shapes to avoid, just the ever shifting void all around them.
There is a moment, to appreciate what has been achieved before they feel a pull, feel themselves moving, being dragged into the void itself...
( ORANGE )
Eventually the maelstrom of energy stops. Their heads are still spinning but the storm is over, the energy safely passed from one place to another. They can let go and as they move from the link they are back.
They are no longer in the terrifying space of nothing, but instead in space itself. A space broken and destroyed but existent in a way that might not be any better for those who once lived here but is fundamentally better in the grand scheme of things considering what it had been before.
They don't have much time to contemplate it though as they feel a tug, something calling them and the remnants of system #1015 disappear from their eyes as they are pulled somewhere else...
( EVERYONE )
They all appear on what seems to be a plaform made of void colours. It is large, with more than enough space to hold the voidtreckers and to allow movement.
However, off the edges is a dizzying darkness, a nothingness that is terrifying to look at. They know instinctively that to step off the platform would mean more than death.
And, unfortunately, they are not alone. The void itself seems to be taking form above them, shifting into a solid creature.
You should not be here. It's not spoken, but it's a message felt in the voidtreckers's very being. They know this manifestation wants them gone, to have them unravel completely. It towers above them, and an arm comes down, wielding what seems to be a whip of void energy. It tries to sweep at them, to push them closer to the edge.
If that wasn't bad enough, smaller forms made of void energy appear, with far too many limbs made of tendrils of void rushing for the voidtreckers.
If they want to survive, to exist in any form, then they must fight - and fight hard.
However, off the edges is a dizzying darkness, a nothingness that is terrifying to look at. They know instinctively that to step off the platform would mean more than death.
And, unfortunately, they are not alone. The void itself seems to be taking form above them, shifting into a solid creature.
You should not be here. It's not spoken, but it's a message felt in the voidtreckers's very being. They know this manifestation wants them gone, to have them unravel completely. It towers above them, and an arm comes down, wielding what seems to be a whip of void energy. It tries to sweep at them, to push them closer to the edge.
If that wasn't bad enough, smaller forms made of void energy appear, with far too many limbs made of tendrils of void rushing for the voidtreckers.
If they want to survive, to exist in any form, then they must fight - and fight hard.
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[Nia yelps as she's dragged back to her feet, but calms down when she realizes it's Esteban.]
Yeah, I'm fine. It'll take a hell of a lot more than just a bruised arse to give me trouble, that's for sure. Still, these things are bloody annoying. Water Flower!
[Sharp pillars of water erupt from the platform to pierce through a void creature that was getting too close for Nia's comfort.]
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[Nia. Whom he's picked up. By the scruff of her neck.]
[There's a bland second where Esteban catches onto what he's just done, and the battlefield lies forgotten as he turns wide, wide blue eyes to her.]
I am so sorry! [Priorities. Even though he'd done so to try and protect her, Esteban would never, ever want to do that again without reason. A large hand comes to rub at the back of his neck as he apologizes, his voice loud as he pours in his apology.]
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[He fumbles with his words, as always, as ever, and there's a bit of frustration in there that distracts him, but he doesn't really have the time to linger on expressing himself and it's so not the right time. His face pinches in a slight irritation, before he sighs, hand in his hair dropping as he just comes out and forth with it.]
It's just. Not-- Wouldn't wanna do it again, is all. [His pinched expression grows worse, gaze shifting away from the small gormotti in front of him.] I-- Still get grabbed that way sometimes. [And Esteban can roll with a lot, but that doesn't mean he's not entirely shameless after all.]
[He shakes his head. They don't have time to linger on that!] Lemme make it up t' you? [He suggests instead, dart twisted in his hand again as he turns to the slowly approaching Wigglers. They have Other Things to take care of. He'd rather do this properly later.]
[Two Wigglers are trying to use their distraction, long-limbs flailing like whips to shove them away, the Empty and the Nothing close enough to be a threat. But Esteban isn't so afraid.]
C'n you get them? [He asks, and the dart dangles at ankle height, and with a twist, it whistles in circles next to the half-elf.]