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Restart.
APOCALYPSE. It's difficult to say how long you're unconscious. Whenever you do wake up, it's warm; your limbs will probably feel a bit heavy, and it might take a while for you to come back into yourself fully - whatever just happened, it's disorienting, weighing heavily on your body and leaving a heavy fog over your senses, and for a long moment it may be tempting to go back to sleep. Slowly, though, everything will start to seep back in. The confrontation with Cyrus. Countless beams of light smashing down to earth, tearing everything in their path away. Judgement. The end of the world. The ruins still seem, miraculously, to be intact; pushing yourself up to sit up and look around will make it clear that whatever protected you from the attack on the world is still present, a swirling field of white light encapsulating the area and forming a protective shield around your group. The Lake Guardians are present for a brief moment, hovering overhead in a manner that's easily read as concerned, but as soon as enough of you are awake they'll take their leave - it's difficult to say where they're going and why, given that they don't offer an explanation, but all three of them are together still, having seemed to have found each other eventually over the past little while. Their protection vanishes with them, and their departure may leave you feeling empty; on the other hand, it may not affect you at all, seeing as you have other things to worry about. Leaving the ruins themselves and returning to the center of Celestic Town, it will be immediately obvious that something is very, very wrong. The first noticeable difference is in the people of the town; it seems that Cyrus adhered to his word in that everyone is alive, having been reborn after the world was destroyed. But there's something unwelcome and familiar about them now - the inability to process very much, the staring with nothing behind it, the lack of drive or desire to do anything for themselves, it seems that everything about them that made them a person has once again been torn away from them, leaving them dead-eyed and spiritless. The other differences are less noticeable, but as the day goes on, something seems...off. Not just with the people, but with the world as a whole. The passage of time and the expansion of space are things that everyone takes for granted; as long as the day passes by, the sun moving across the sky to fade into night, it can be assumed that everything is working as it should be. But the longer you spend here, the more it becomes obvious that something feels wrong; the sun continues to pass overhead, night will eventually fall, but there's an undeniable sense that nothing is really happening. The perceived passage of time seems more and more irrelevant to you, giving way to a notion that you're just...stuck, somehow. That nothing is changing, despite evidence that it should be; that everything is strange and stagnant and still despite the fact that you're still moving forward. It's this, maybe, that makes you realize why Lucas is twelve at the oldest, despite the passage of at least five years; the flow of time, the expansion of space... Both have been disrupted and brought to a standstill. Take the day to get used to your new reality; it might take some time to get accustomed to. [OOC: Welcome to the start of Week 14, the end of the world, and the beginning of the second half of the game! No NPC response will be given to this post, though you can thread here amongst yourselves if you wish; we'll see you tomorrow at noon with a new log for your further adventures!] |
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I think that the only available course of action, truthfully. Whether we have a chance at it is up for debate, but separating him from the source of his power is the closest thing to a logical step I can imagine.
...Of course, it also sounds like suicide, but at this point I don't know that the distinction matters.
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[jake.]
Go down trying, if we're gonna go down. You know?
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You gonna hold up okay? This is a lot and I get that, but it's not like we can't come up with something.
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[Said in the way only the blackest of humor could be.]
I'll be fine as soon as I can get a better handle on whatever the passage of time is now.
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[Damn it.]
That whole Judgement thing caused a hell of a light show, by the way.
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[gods are enormous and very real and won't leave them alone, just another day on eos]
Are you alright?
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[He fucking isn't.]
About as well as anyone else that just survived Armageddon, I guess.
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...Likewise. I was hoping things wouldn't complicate themselves much further, but this is beyond anything I'd considered.
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...But perhaps next time we could refrain from telling the extremist with divine powers 'pull the trigger, I bet you won't.'
[what the FUCK, morag.]
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I still think the time for trying to play nice with him is over, but I doubt we could have killed him, either.
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...This place can't be allowed to thrive so long as Cyrus exists in it. For this as well as our own worlds, he has to be dealt with eventually.
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[He doesn't disagree with that notion any; it's just...
(would he have tolerated it, if that had been the answer the jarhead had given him?)
...god, he doesn't want to think about that right now.]
We figure out how to take his power away first. Then we figure out what to do with him.