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Jan 16, 2017 22:24:13 GMT -8
Post by metreu on Jan 16, 2017 22:24:13 GMT -8
"...I weep for you, Malice." Clear says in a sympathetic voice.
"A creature such has you has seen so many life times go by, unlike a being like me who hasn't even existed for the fraction of one. I have only been for alive for what feels like a moment... yet I weep for you."
Clear steps into the darkness, unflinching of the rifts and attacks. No matter what strikes her, she would continue to stride forward.
"Perhaps you compassion ran out long ago, but I implore you, spare them. Spare them all. They know their own mistakes, they know their sadness. But they put on a brave face in spite of it all."
She stares deep into the expanding abyss, still walking towards it.
"I mean nothing to the universe, and my passing will have little impact to it. I am a creation that is less than the value of life itself. A creation of human mistakes."
Clear stops just short of the abyss.
"I do not really have friends... yet anyway. What they know of me is simply a replacement for a void left by another. Is that not suffering? I already lost everything that I knew. I've lost the home I thought I had and the memories that weren't mine but the memories made by others with someone I never knew. Is that not suffering? Is it not their suffering as well?"
She stands at the edge of oblivion.
"My whole life, for however short, has been nothing but suffering in many forms... I have already lived through the worst you have to offer. If you think you can do better, try me... but I'm ready for the world to change. I'm ready for life to become much brighter than you believe it can be."
Clear closes her eyes and holds her arms out wide.
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Jan 17, 2017 0:37:46 GMT -8
Post by flightlessicarus on Jan 17, 2017 0:37:46 GMT -8
Seth and Thoren, in perfect sync, continue to ward off the hands with fireballs together.
"Wow, you've really gotten better at this! I take it you've been training?"
"Been training for months! Glad to know it's been paying off!"
"I'd say so! You've grown a bit in places, haven't you?" Thoren seems to be passively examining Seth a bit, as they continue working together.
"If you call falling into a crisis and refusing my natural edge for a few days 'growth', you could say that!"
Thoren laughs a little, before slamming an approaching hand with a fireball.
"But really, you've changed in some good ways since last time. I'm glad to see you're doing a little better."
And then, before they can continue their banter, the hands get pumped up a level, growing all those arms and crazy red eyes and such. and, the massive amount of weapons.
Seth's heart nearly skips a beat.
they're surrounded.
they're going to die...
is this really the end?
Seth and Thoren stay close in this dark moment, launching the hottest fireballs they can muster from one hand each as they try to protect themselves from the armhandeye creatures and their numerous weapons.
And then, a spear, in a superfast flurry, knocks the ensuing stabbingfest away. Just enough for them to dodge the rest and continue fighting! It's... Rob? Raz? both of them at once?? Whoever he identifies as, he's definitely earned their respect immediately.
They have been given a momentary relief, but they can't rest yet. They still need to take out those abominations before they can harm anyone else further. Not to mention, Raine could use some help over there too.
Kusari and the Kat of his timeline appear to be... working together? He's not sure why she's willing to fight alongside the very man who killed her, but he's at least glad that he's able to protect her, even if they are both dead.
With a driving slash, Kusari stabs the nearest handarmeye beast! over and over and over!
Oh great, the guilt is resurfacing again...
Why does he have to get such a rush from causing violence? Maybe if he didn't have this problem, he wouldn't have done what he did before...
But, it's too late to ponder such impossible possibilities. What happened, still happened, and he has to settle for the consequences that his fatal flaw has presented him.
So he fights on.
Chronos listens to the powerful evil voice as he continues his offensive dance with his daughter.
Suffering? futility? What is this schmoe going on about? There's more important things than just spreading pain! Enjoying the ride is important too! At least if you're screwed over, you can always laugh at the misfortune of others!
this chump does not know how have fun, that's for sure.
"YΘU KNΘW WH▲T? YΘU SUCK! H▲VE YΘU EVER SMILED ΘNCE IN YΘUR PITIFUL LIFE? ΘR ▲NY ΘF THE ΘTHERS TH▲T H▲VE JΘINED YΘU FΘR TH▲T M▲TTER? I CΘULD CΘME UP WITH BETTER PL▲NS TH▲N YΘU!"
The dead seths, faced with not only a horde of hands, but also some weirdo in a black and yellow suit yelling backwards and throwing furniture, can barely figure out what they are to do. At least one of their numbers has been lost, their leader has yet to put himself back together, and things have only gotten harder for them to endure.
Rid is picked up by one of them, and before he can even do anything with his halfscythe, is slammed back down to the ground.
so much pain....
can't give up....
she's counting on you....
must avenge thanatos.....
Get up!!
Rid, aching in way he didn't even know were possible, attempts to push himself up off the ground, before getting decked by an errent coffee table, sending him back down to the ground.
And then, the single armwreck creature begins to close in on him. With its furious strikes, it pounds Rid and any others in its way. He's nearly defeated at this point, but, he can't bring himself to quit.
No matter how much it hurts.
No matter how many of them may fall.
No matter what may be thrown at them next.
As Rid tries to get back up once again, still with only one arm usable, a small group of seths, led by Jasper and his knifefriend, Jake, attempt to rush towards the punchbusting abomination, yelling an incomprehensible but clearly passionate battle cry.
Jasper shanks the creature countless times with Jake as the others go at it with their scythes. Some of them are taken by surprise by a dining roomsworth of chairs, but there seems to be enough of them still standing to do some serious damage to the beast, even as it continues wolloping them with its many arms.
Hypnos, staying close to Medi, even as she grows cold in despair, picks her up and carries her away from anything that might try to hit them. At this point, his concern for her has overwritten any concern for being in the presence of such a chilling coldness.
Up above on ground level, Mac and the weak links have resumed their concert, though with some variations to allow for self defense. With the power of vaporwave, and the organ of evening calm, Mac has managed to slow any enemies down to a hypnogogic crawl.
One of the link seths, the one on ocarina, has managed to play a melody that has summoned a swarm of cuccos to come to their aid! They peck endlessly at their targets.
The link seth playing the conch horn has made clay bottles and jars fall from the sky, crashing into those who threaten them.
The link seth on cello, the one actually playing an instrument he knows better than any other, just focuses on getting the most expressive notes he can get in this dire hour.
The link seth on the coral triangle, does his duty of keeping everyone together. The triangle may be a shitty instrument, but it's importance for the sake of rhythm is often underplayed in the face of more glorious instruments. Despite this, he keeps the time masterfully.
Together, their band fights back against Malice's forces, hoping their song will echo across the red scarred blackened sky.
Keeping the morale of the group intact is the most important thing in a place like this, when the darkness threatens to consume them, when despair takes hold tightest, and even when dire situations present nothing but the possibility of sheer oblivion.
So they continue playing.
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Jan 17, 2017 13:02:30 GMT -8
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Post by frozenlake on Jan 17, 2017 13:02:30 GMT -8
Sam and Charles come to a stop, cracks in the ground and hands surrounding them. Charles closes his eyes, but Sam feels something. On the wind, he can sense something he had, long ago. He grabs Charles, and leaps into the air, right as the hands smash into where they were. He was holding himself in the air... no, he was flying. Charles was spazzing in the tight grip for a moment, but stops when he hears sonething.
"What... is that?" He asks, between his deep breaths due to the running earlier. Sam looks down at Charles, listening to the music played, before replying with a single word.
"Hope."
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Jan 17, 2017 22:35:31 GMT -8
Post by SJmun on Jan 17, 2017 22:35:31 GMT -8
Jessica, still armed with only a plastic frisbee, seems to have reached the end of her luck. The hands have become grotesque arm creatures with far too many eyes, and they all seek to tear her apart.
Why did she ever leave the resort? Was it really worth it to risk her life just to go back to a desolate realm where she doesn't even have a home anymore?
What is she even thinking? Dylan is worried sick about her! He's probably trying to find her... again. What is it with her pen pal thinking that he's the one rescuing her all the time? She's fished him out of more predicaments than he ever did!
But, she can't blame the boy for caring, they are siblings after all. They've gotta watch out for each other.
While she wishes that they would have found out sooner than when they actually had to create themselves in that weird lab back in the session, she's glad that they even found out at all.
Before one of the beasts can strike at her though, one of those grabby-hand thingies spring out of nowhere and slapgrab an errant arm for just long enough for Jessica to escape!
Mimi pops out of voidspace, holding the other end of the grabby-hand and looks out at her catch.
It looks like it's ready to tear her face off at any moment.
Not wanting that to happen, Mimi sheepishly unhooks the grabby-hand and slips back into voidspace.
Jessica just keeps running and running. Upon the horizon, she can see distant flares sparking up against the simmering angry gashes in the dark. It's not much, but it's at least something to run towards.
Mimi springs back out of voidspace and joins her on foot, doing that embarrassing ninja run for some dumb reason.
"✧ ...What are you doing? This isn't the time to be imitating Naruto! ✧"
"...Who's Naruto?" Mimi asks her, still running like that.
Realizing they just don't have the time for her to explain it, Jessica sighs tiredly.
"✧ ...You know what? Go ahead! Run like an imbecile! See where it gets us! ✧"
"man, you need to loosen up a little!" And with that, Mimi speeds on ahead of Jessica as they continue towards the distant fire display.
Meanwhile, Dylan is elsewhere, tailing Eniar, for the sake of just having somebody to follow. He's not so sure about this dude, but if he can hit a mean home-run, he can't be all that bad, right?
The sound of a distant band can be heard. It must be a place worth running to.
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Jan 20, 2017 18:42:13 GMT -8
Post by lunarLunatic on Jan 20, 2017 18:42:13 GMT -8
The enemy had finally made itself known.
And it aims to spread it's misery throughout all of existence.
But that cannot happen.
It will not happen.
Ophelia clings onto her dear friend as he does what he does best, kicking ass and taking names. She smiles. While her life had been a life of gloom, she knows that there's people out there, there's future moments that people should be alive for. And it doesn't just apply to the living. There's a reason why she's persisted as a ghost...Why all of them were given afterlives.
Even if the truth is less than savory...A second chance is a second chance, as limited as it is.
If Raz needs her, she won't hesitate to help. There's nothing to stop her now.
Zwei continues to fight side by side with Wayland, her strength coming back to her as each attack becomes more and more like how she used to fight. But rather than use them to intimidate the people she may have cared for, it'll be to protect them.
"Every being that exists lives...or has lived, a life filled with both joy and sorrow. Those experiences have shaped this existence and will continue to do so! To think that this will end up for naught is foolish! You may embody a large amount of that sorrow and pain, but you're nothing more than a fool who can't comprehend anything else other than what you already know...And that will be your downfall!!"
Medi is still in a state of shock.
She trembles, curling up in an attempt to defend herself.
Then again, whats the point? They were going to die anyway...
No matter how hard they'll fight...
There's no hope.
There's no hope...
There's...
Raine struggles to fend off the beasts that aim to fillet them to bits.
There's no way they should lose...not to whatever this is...not now...Not ever...!
But there's only so much she can take before she tires out...When is she gonna get a break?
One of those abominations swings, but as Raine ducks down, she is caught off guard by it's other appendage, coming right her way. While she manages to move out of the way enough to prevent her from being chopped in half, it comes at a cost...
She screams in agony as her enemy manages to do serious damage to her right hand, causing her to drop her knife in reflex. She falls over, but is caught by Kat before she hits the perceived floor.
"People suffer all the time...And some may die before they find their answer to life...But life is not just about that misery...!"
Kat raises her hand as she tries to heal Raine's arm, red time magic turning back the clock to a state before her injury.
Raine nods in agreement as she regains her bearings as quickly as she can, while the other ghosts seem to be fighting back against the beasts in unison in their stead.
"We...can fight against you...And we'll win....because we cling onto that hope...!"
She reaches out for her weapon...But rather than the small knife she once had, what returned to her was the very mace she received when she gained all of that hope back a long while ago. The platinum mace exudes a pale light as she swings it towards an incoming beast.
"What you think is a waste, a useless mentality, is gonna be the fuel that's going to unmake you! We'll take you on!"
Lycoris continues her dance of death, summoning sillouettes of unknown specters to her aid as she darts all over the place, playfuly giggling as she plays with such loathsome abominations.
"Such a lame and stupid final boss, don't you think? No finesse! No joy in their movement! To think that we have to fend off such a bore...! It's pathetic! I'll have to show you how things should be done...!"
Eniar comes across the band of Seths that seem to be playing some fine tunes. He goes on and gives them a nonchalant thumbs up, perhaps even giving them a hopeful boost.. At least they're doing something to fend off this despair. Soon enough, he spots the hole leading to Rid and the others...As well as Ikin, who is making things worse, as usual. The bastard seems to be too distracted...This could be his chance. All his attempts at making Ikin's death slow and agonizing seem to fail...So he has to kill him quickly instead.
He looks around and makes sure that none of these monsters have popped up nearby to ruin his shot. Thankfully, there doesnt seem to be any in their current vicinity. He takes out his rifle and enchants it one more time with the power of hope. He aims carefully...Right at the head...
And then he prays and shoots.
Lambda can only hope that she can get some help at this point, as her vision is starting to blur. It won't be long before she loses consciousness...Which can prove fatal here.
"Charlotte...If I don't make it...Then please...Tell everyone...B-besides that one guy...That I'm glad...to have met them...Despite everything..."
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Post by flightlessicarus on Jan 20, 2017 21:43:19 GMT -8
Upon the moment of Raine's injury and subsequent painful reaction, Thoren immediately feels an echo of her pain.
Seth, the next in the chain, notices this, though doesn't exactly get much aside from a relayed notification and Thoren's immediate concerns for his woman.
Together, Seth and Thoren go over to back up Raine and Kat.
Thoren lashes out at the particular beast that struck his fiancee, producing a pole of fire and stabbing it straight into it.
Meanwhile, Seth tries to ignore Thoren's furious reaction and focus more on defending the girls with the numerous ghosts as Kat is doing her heal-y thing.
He sticks to spreading a bunch of mini fireballs about at the enemies and flaring them up upon contact. Something similar to an attack he saw somebody use in smash bros, but modified slightly.
It seems incredibly satisfying to suddenly have such a strong team dynamic available to them. They should do this more often... when needed.
Upon Raine's recovery, and the brandishing of her ultimate weapon, her confidence quite easily spreads to Thoren, and also to Seth. They prepare to launch a coordinated assault, led by Raine's leading attack.
"Let's show these bitches who's boss!"
The band continues playing their song through the night. It seems they have begun to attract an audience of sorts. A particularly odd but somehow extremely inspiring mirror man gives them a thumbs up, before walking a little bit and preparing to shoot someone or something with a rifle.
With this incredible boost, the band's music is able to carry even further as their volume and expression level increases.
Chronos notices his daughter is outdoing him in his elegantly violent performance. He needs to step it up a bit, for certain!
With a graceful pirouette, Chronos manages to finally tap into his space powers and make a trailing circle of earthen spikes lurch out from the oddly ambiguous dark ground. Many of them manage to impale and seriously maim the beasts in their path.
With a decelerated stop to the spinning, he finishes with a grand flourish, spreading his arms out wide in a boastful pose. The stones and those still attached to them go flying outwards from his radius!
"I ▲GREE, MY DE▲R LITTLE PUMPKIN. THEY CLE▲RLY NEED ▲ LESSΘN ΘR TWΘ!"
How long has it been since he's felt such exillerating joy in the heat of combat? Has it ever been this amazing? To slaughter enemies in lockstep with someone so close to his heart?
Maybe there are a few perks to this curse placed upon him...
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Post by SJmun on Jan 20, 2017 22:47:40 GMT -8
Ikin laughs as the tables and chairs continue, though something has changed. The music from above has gotten louder and for some reason, the fear level in the pit has lowered considerably. His yellow light projectiles have downgraded to smaller, less hard objects. Before he can look about however... BANG! A bullet strikes Ikin in the head, lodged quite deep. He immediately falls to the ground, yellow floppy hat falling off. Blood begins to leak once again. Before Ikin can even react, still in shock from the shot, beasts begin to descend upon him and finish the job Eniar started. They don't even bother with the dead seths at this moment, they've found an easy target to eliminate. If he wasn't dead before, he is now. The yellow ring disappears from his cold dead finger, off to seek it's next living fear striking master. His clothes reverts to how it was before. There appears to be a spoon of sorts sticking out of a pocket in his robe. 20 photonegative baseballs also roll out from under, streaked with that man's strange looking blood.
Somewhere far from the group, Ikin's ghost appears. He's defenseless. He has nothing left. How can he possibly hope to outmatch anyone when he's dead now? He's ran out of miracles. This is it. Nothing awaits him. At this point, there's no use in even struggling. It's time he becomes one with the void anyways.
Dylan has managed to catch up to Eniar, tired from running. With heavy breaths he stands near the invert assassin. He looks down at slugmaster's handiwork. Ikin is dead. And this time, he's not coming back. But, the question still remains. Where is Jessica? Dylan would jump down to loot her supposed captor's body, but he's too exhausted right now. Maybe in a minute or two... with this music playing, it shouldn't take too long to recover from his run.
Charlotte, still trying to defend her dear friend from the beasts, keeps close to her, rubber mallet in hand. "...don't say shit like that! You're gonna make it, Lambda! We're both gonna make it!"At that point, something can be heard echoing from the distance. Is that... music? It's gotta be! And where there's music... "Lambda, get on my back. We're goin' towards that distant tune! Fightin' here all on our lonesomes ain't gonna save us, we need to find somebody! You need to find somebody! The spikepads should be firm enough to grip, just get on!" Charlotte crouches a little while continuing to fend off nearby beasts, waiting for Lambda to climb onto her back. |
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Jan 21, 2017 11:35:06 GMT -8
Post by creeperpuncher on Jan 21, 2017 11:35:06 GMT -8
>Kalmaro: Land already
After an unspecified amount of time, you land with a splat, near where you thought the Beakon was. You look around, trying to see if there's anyone nearby... At first, there's nothing obvious, but then you hear... music? Why is there music here?
Turning around, you come face to face with a small group of ghosts, apparently the audience for some sort of band. You have no idea what's going on here, but at least it's something, and someone, to stick around with in this dark limbo.
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Jan 21, 2017 11:39:04 GMT -8
Post by Sprityo on Jan 21, 2017 11:39:04 GMT -8
==> Smoke: Arrive finally
Smoke gains his perception and control back, fluttering his eyes, he sees in the middle of a band of ghosts.
Coincidentally, he finds himself standing next to Remose, who is sitting down, treating his own injuries. Smoke is still a little hazy and confused on where he now currently is. He is of course also near Kalmaro, however, unknowingly
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Jan 21, 2017 14:30:28 GMT -8
Post by lunarLunatic on Jan 21, 2017 14:30:28 GMT -8
Lambda struggles to get up, even more trying to get on Charlotte's back.
"I..I might ruin your clothes...I hope that's alright."
She's practically putting most of her strength on making sure she isn't going to fall off...
Eniar smirks as his goal is finally complete...
Now he just has to stay alive for as long as he can.
And he may as well help those below.
He goes on to shoot as many of those beasts as he can, keeping his cane at the ready in case some might come leaping out of the pit.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Jan 21, 2017 23:00:51 GMT -8
With the recent events making quite a ruckus, Rid looks up to the sky from his grounded position. Where has he seen that man before? More shots, from the man's rifle up above. The targets being the strange armed beasts. One by one, they seem to be getting picked off, weakened to the point where counterattack against those beasts is not only viable, but even invited. Hypnos, with Medi in his arms, walks on over towards Rid and watches the fireworks. "Well fuck, looks like we've got an angel on our side. Somehow.""He's no angel. He's a man with a gun. But still, he's the best damn man with a gun I've ever met."In this rare moment of respite, Rid can't help but cry.  Some way, somehow, it seems as if everything is gonna be all right. |
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Jan 22, 2017 0:02:20 GMT -8
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Post by frozenlake on Jan 22, 2017 0:02:20 GMT -8
After a while of flying, Sam drops Charles to the ground, before landing himself. Charles looks around at the gathered croud, smiling slightly.
But then reality kicked down the door.
A ring flies infront of his face, his eyes catching on it as it comes to a stop. "Charles of Starter." The ring began, while Charles glanced around at the all the eyes now fixed on him. "You have the ability to instill great fear." Charles cringed at the words, inwardly getting a feel for the hightening tensions in the area. The sudden chill.
"Welcome to the Yellow Lantern Corps." And as the ring slid onto his finger, he couldn't help, but remember. Remember when he took down the tree. Remember when he had dnuked that meteor. Remember when he saw the explosion of the southern pole of the Land of Steam and Crossroads from two perspectives. And worst of all, remember when he had pulled that punched card out of the designix, to see what had remained of the consort within.
He was curled up now, sobbing within a shell of yellow light, the sphere floating in the middle of the group. The outside world was far away, and he could only remember his own guilt.
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Post by SJmun on Jan 22, 2017 0:11:32 GMT -8
"My clothes are the least of my concerns, get on!" Charlotte waits for Lambda to grab tight enough and then breaks into a run!
With Lambda in tow, she quickly sprints towards the distant music source. She doesn't know what lies at the end of this trail, but it's all they have to go off of for now.
But, despite her incredible speed on foot, the armloads keep appearing in front of her beeline path, and some even attempt to pursue her in any haphazard manner that they can. The most capable seem to be rolling forwards with perpetual pushoff from the mass of hands and arms that make up their circumferences. Charlotte tosses her mallet aside and focuses on holding lambda in place with her arms, while running and even jumping out of the ways of those vile creatures.
"Hold on, we're almost there!"
Charlotte continues on, beginning to feel the fatigue burning at her lungs, but she can't stop now. Their salvation is just a couple hundred feet away.
That's what she keeps telling herself at least.
She can see the small crowd over yonder, gathered near the surprisingly small band.
They seem to at least be equipped to do something about these things.
"INCOMING!!!!"
Charlotte yells as she continues dashing closer towards the forming group, still holding tight to the passenger on her back.
Nate, having noticed that his host has finally woken up, takes note of their surroundings. The band's primary members are of particular note to him.
He had been connected to all of them before. Before they had lost their lives in varyingly dubious manners.
There's still a scar left behind from the time their eldest member broke his heart.
He doesn't like to think about it, but in their presence, it's a thought that can't help but surface.
To think his efforts were so... futile. Even though he tried his damnedest to save Koholint from Seth's ambitions, even despite the indefinite stasis it was locked into upon the wind fish's death... none of that even mattered.
But even still, his host, despite his pain and pessimism and everything, something has kept him going. Something inside him decided that tomorrow was worth fighting for.
Even with any sort of place once known as home taken away from him.
What does Nate have to hope for in this dark hour? Anything? Is there any bit of solace that awaits him at the supposed end of it all?
Perhaps he doesn't have the answers, but at least he has somebody with a strong enough heart to keep him going.
Maybe Jordan will be able to help him find a new purpose.
At least he hopes so...
Not too far away, Dylan keeps looking down at the slain black mage in the nightmare pit below. Was this truly the only outcome? Did somebody have to die, even if it was the person that captured Jessica?
He's not so sure. He tries to remind himself that they're safe from his meddlings now.
But wait, what's that behind him?
Dylan turns around to see the devastated young man encased in that vile yellow sphere.
What can he even do at this point though?
Can his baseball bat break through that barrier?
Somebody should free him, but how?
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Jan 22, 2017 6:30:53 GMT -8
Post by Sprityo on Jan 22, 2017 6:30:53 GMT -8
Smoke shakes his head trying to focus in on the scene. "Aw, man. Geez. That sucked A LOT....."
Nate is next to him, looking like he's deep in thought, observing the faces around them.
"Is there something bothering you Nate?" Smoke asks.
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Remose, gets up slowly, having been quiet this whole time. He clears his throat. "I am quite sorry for my absence everyone, but no worries! I am here now to help!" Although his gusto is pretty forced, Remose honestly wanted to help out, seeing as no 'legitimate doctor' had been around for some time. Then again, even HE wasnt a legitimate doctor.
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Post by SJmun on Jan 22, 2017 8:16:36 GMT -8
Nate looks over at his host.
"Guess there's not much I can keep from you, huh."
"You know how I've told you about where I came from, and how I tried everything to keep it from being destroyed? Well, long story short: it's all gone now. Koholint is destroyed."
A melancholy washes over Nate as he glances out into the tattered abyss.
"That place was my home. It was everything to me. It... it was the reason I persisted after death, despite all my colleagues losing everything. Despite the consequences of sustaining it. I made it my mission to protect it, and I failed. And yet... here I am now, still here."
A long sigh, despite his lack of need to sigh in the first place.
"I guess I wanna ask... what am I supposed to do now?"
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