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Post by flightlessicarus on Mar 17, 2017 15:57:48 GMT -8
Upon being hugged by Micha, Seth can't possibly hold back his tears anymore. He starts straight up bawling as he holds his dear friend in his arms, possibly a little tighter than expected.
Thoren doesn't exactly expect to be worthy of being hugged, but he gladly accepts it anyways. While executing amazinghugs.exe, he decides to try and get the answers he seeks from the source.
Thoren attempts to connect to Micha, sending out a request for at least temporary connection. This will of course only give expected results if she does have a soul, so the act of connecting is likely enough to answer his questions. hopefully.
Seth questions Thoren's decisions, but doesn't do much. As far as he knows, it might as well be Micha anyways.
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Post by creeperpuncher on Mar 17, 2017 19:22:42 GMT -8
"3Э ......... 3Э" Did he just hear that correctly? In the garden, the grapes howl madly? "3Э ...OOh geez, it's Soonic Cooloors and 'Baldy McNoosehair' all oover again. 3Э"
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Post by lunarLunatic on Mar 17, 2017 20:14:37 GMT -8
Raine starts to cry in an incredibly gross way.
"This can't be real...! I can't find myself to believe that you're here right now...! I saw you die! Everyone kept saying that you wouldn't come back....!"
She keeps babbling, still completely flabberghasted by this turn of events.
"I'm sorry....! I'm so sorry, I was dumb...! And blind...! Your weird flirting was kind of...uncomfortable but I should have...I should have trusted you..!"
Such a strange resume, the girl thought. Two aspects? And the most important ones too...Must be a crazy story, but honestly that's probably too personal, so she'll just leave it to her imagination.
So those ghost girls are the Kats...probably.
"Oh! I'm not much of a hunter, per se! I just like finding them...Though I do tend...to have to fight some of them. Haha...pleasedonttrytofightmeimtired."
She nervously sweats while quickly sketching something up on a large ornate book.
It would probably be best that she doesn't bother him too much. She's already fought against a giant white squid king/chairman before, and the recent thing right after it.
"What's this about a wheel though?"
Lambda is having the time of her life, joining in with the festivities. She doesn't even mind that her bestie is watching her dance. She seems to think her moves are great, and that's fine with her.
Sherbet looks to the party going on...She feels as if something's missing. The urge to fix that seems to overpower her curiosity of finding out who that inkling boy was.
She surveys the area for a good place to setup her stuff...And heads right to the perfect place.
With a resounding slam, she manages to drop a whole plethora of sound equipment down, all set up and ready.
A resounding boom of her voice, loud to carry over a crowd but not too loud that it becomes grating, sets the stage. What seems to be a popular pop idol hit single blasted through the speakers in a very foreign language.
One very, very much ingrained in the hearts of her people.
"Let's make this celebration party official, everyone! I've got my tunes all up and ready, but if you got some you'd like to contribute some fresh beats, don't hesitate to come on over! Whoooooo!"
And with that, she starts to boogie.
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Post by SJmun on Mar 17, 2017 20:14:39 GMT -8
Chungy is pretty darn confused. "Baldy... Norse-Hare? I Greg your Pardon..."
At this point, the tunes begin playing. Chungy starts grooving to the beat.
"Wa-hah!, Now Lizard Pants Tardy!"
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Post by flightlessicarus on Mar 17, 2017 20:36:45 GMT -8
Chronos shoots her an intimidating glare, and then just laughs.
"B▲H▲H▲H▲! THE LΘΘK ΘN YΘUR F▲CE THERE!" Chronos takes a moment to finish laughing.
"HEH... DΘN'T GΘ TELLING ΘTHERS, BUT I'M UNDER STRICT CΘNTR▲CT TΘ NΘT FIGHT ▲NYΘNE HERE. BESIDES, I DΘN'T NEED TΘ PRΘVE J▲CK SHIT. I DID BLΘW ΘUT THE L▲ST EMBER ΘF TH▲T BITCH FRΘM E▲RLIER ▲FTER ▲LL."
He decides to answer her question.
"THE WHEEL ΘF TIME. TH▲T WHICH ▲LLΘWS TIME TΘ PRΘGRESS FΘRW▲RDS WITHΘUT FURTHER ▲CTIΘN NEEDED. THΘSE ΘF MY LINE ▲RE ▲BLE TΘ SUMMΘN IT ▲T WILL IN C▲SE ΘF ITS NEED. I H▲D TURNED THE WHEEL IN MY D▲YS UPΘN THE METEΘR, BUT SEEING ▲S MY LIFE H▲S ENDED, IT SEEMS MY WHEEL TURNING D▲YS ▲RE ΘVER. IT'S THE BΘY'S TURN TΘ T▲KE THE WHEEL."
Mac takes the opportunity to walk over to the DJ.
He has a disc in his hand, with a certain Diana Ross song on it.
"...I've got something you can play right after." He tries to place the CD where she can reach it, but the wind whisks it off into the bushes.
"...fuck. That was my favorite CD."
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Post by SJmun on Mar 18, 2017 6:53:04 GMT -8
Niki, the prince of time, stands at the foot of the now empty Tower of Gospel. it looks so much more massive than she remembered.
Not too far away, a tacky red RV truck thing lies toppled on its side. where did this thing come from? is this the "chariot" that Thoren mentioned on the messageboard a little while back? Next to it, a rather large purple dome with a pair of askew double doors. a peculiar slab of rock is tied to a trailer.
Niki isn't exact sure what to make of this, seems mostly like clutter.
she pulls out the card with her standsona on it, and then resumes staring up at that tower.
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Post by creeperpuncher on Mar 19, 2017 14:41:30 GMT -8
Kalmaro tries to think of a response to that. Language barriers are hard. They're hard, and isn't [Gift of Gab] supposed to solve that or something? He never did find out what the Handysash badges are actually supposed to do, after what happened in the session and all.
His contemplation is promptly derailed by a very familiar tune. Is... is that... Wait a minute, when did that inkling DJ get here? Dumbfounded at all the crit-failed Perception checks lately, he walks over to the dance party, also trying to see if he recognizes the DJ.
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Post by AS/IP/BS on Mar 19, 2017 16:09:06 GMT -8
Well that didnt seem to have much of an effect, a big waste of energy she supposed. Now she was tired.
Clear went back to resting, this time Samm didnt mind. She got what questions she wanted. And a nap sounded kinda good. She floated back over to micha and smiled tiredly, sitting down next to her. "look at all the friends that missed you" she said quietly, leaning back a little.
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Post by metreu on Mar 19, 2017 16:23:34 GMT -8
Micha nods as she sits back down with everyone there.
"It's... so strange... I don't think I ever thought this kind of life would exist. I mean we aren't even out of the void yet but I'm just... so ready to live now. You know? I think I'll take a trip around the new universe or... you know, something. Maybe afterwards I can just... settle in. Maybe go to work? Maybe classes? Heck I don't know. I just want to go out there. Get those greasy burgers and fries."
She laughs out loud and settles back in the warm grass under some shade of the trees.
"I'm just... ready."
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Post by AS/IP/BS on Mar 19, 2017 16:40:01 GMT -8
Samm smiled and slowly grinned as she listened to Micha sounding as excited as she was. And she gave to girl a hug. "I am so...Im very very happy to hear you say that. Its amazing to hear you actually sound happy." and she paused, enjoying the moment before letting go so it didnt get awkard. "You know...in Gene, I have another self...Im interested in maybe meeting up with her."
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Post by metreu on Mar 19, 2017 16:50:51 GMT -8
"Yeah? I think I talked with her once or twice a long while ago. She seemed cool."
Micha looks over at Samm, then back to the sky.
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Post by raz on Mar 19, 2017 21:31:06 GMT -8
"Strife's end... for now, at least. Work remains, to be sure, but for now..."
Wayland, similarly on the outskirts of the crowd alongside Zwei, smiles, offering her his hand.
"All that can wait. Would you care indulge me in a dance, Mistress? It's been far too long since I had a chance to catch my breath and cut back. I'd wager you can say the same thing."
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"Hahahahahahaha, aw yeah! Dance party? Dance parTAY!"
Rob laughs the hardest he has in a long time, grinning from ear to ear as he holds Ophelia high to spin her in circles.
"Whatever it is exactly that just happened, we helped! Go us!"
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Raz blinks, looking to the left. Then the right.
"This is one helluva celebration, alright... Jeez, you guys."
The Knight smiles, shaking his head faintly. It's not like he doesn't get it... right? For him it's still, unreal, somehow. It feels like something is waiting around the corner, like another threat is in the rafters... that could be the case at most any given time, really. That's his problem, yeah.
"Still on edge and still overthinking things... guess some things don't go so easily."
Running a hand up through his hair he sighs, shaking his head out. For a few glorious moments, for as long as he can grasp his peace and shut off his battle instinct, he wants to. He's wound way too tight... And he's.
Oh. He's got a mostly unfamiliar person in his face, grilling him over where people are and implying he doesn't care about his friends. And his eyes narrow, looking piercingly into the other guy's.
Great.
"Two things. Who the hell are you, and where the hell do you get off spouting nonsense like that."
Rolling his eyes upward he mulls on something for a moment.
"Actually make that three. Last, and most significantly of all, why should I care."
Raz waves him off with a hand before crossing his arms, expression settling into... Well it isn't outright disgust, more vague disdain. Could be worse.
Wound too tight, huh...
"I don't know where Charles is, or if he's even the Charles you're thinking of. I don't know where exactly every single goddamn one of my friends is but I'm going to make what I think is a fair assumption, that they're all somewhere in this congregation. Not that it's any of your business but, we just beat what I understand to be the second omnicidal maniac in a short span of time and I'm goddamn tired. I'm glad, but not as glad as I should be because it hasn't fully sunken in yet or I haven't been able to loosen up, because that's just the way I am. But right this moment, for twelve, count em, twelve glorious seconds, I wanna take in sweet victory. I wanna enjoy this. I wanna relax. I want to believe that the gaps in my knowledge aren't things to frantically chase out, and that everything, for once, is alright. I want to assume the best of things. I want to figure that Charles, whichever one he is, is alright, given the lack of evidence to the contrary. And I want to, in the slim but nonzero chance that something is direly wrong, or everyone can't be accounted for, continue believing that all is well, for twelve goddamn seconds so that I might recharge, recoup, and take care of that at an unspecified point in the near-future, thusly refreshed."
Raz jabs his index finger into Sam's chin from below, lips pursed tight and one eye twitching.
"Basically, I want you to stop harshing the mellow I just found myself on the crux of. Until I'm given evidence to the contrary I'm going to make the revolutionary assumption that miraculously, everything is alright. So unless you've got something to suggest it isn't? Get out of my face with your shitty assumptions."
And with that he pulls his finger away and wheels on his backfoot to walk away. A low whistle catches his attention on his way away, and he spots Kyana with her arms crossed and mouth curled in a wry smile.
"Holy shit, dude. I mean, hoooly shit."
"...Maybe I went a little overboard. I started, and before I knew it I couldn't, stop."
"No way, that was glorious. A little scary and not really totally justified but, glorious. You feel better after all that?"
"...Yeah. Like a weight's been lifted... And I tell you, I want this to last as long as it possibly can. I know that's probably not for long but..."
Kyana looks over to him, expression pensive as she contemplates his words.
"...As long as it can. We really did earn it, huh...? I get it. Whatever happens later this is a moment nobody can get take from us. It's tiring and a little obnoxious but... Heh. I hope those melodramatic dorks have fun to their heart's content. But once it's over, and we're back to life, you've got a debt to settle favored four-eyes."
Raz quirks his eyebrows, crossing his arms and tilting his head away inquisitively.
"And just what could that be?"
"My clothes are a total mess. You wanna take three guesses who's fault that is?"
Raz chuckles nervously, glancing off to the side and pointedly avoiding looking at her outfit and it's dirtied state. That moon drop and being buried under rubble hadn't done her dress and shoes any favors, that much is evident. Damning, too.
"I...Crap. Seriously, Kyana? I'm pretty sure they don't have boutiques out in the Ring."
"You don't know the depths of my patience. I'll wait as long as I need but you're not weaseling your way out of ponying up, just remember that!"
"...Huh? Oh, man wouldja look at the time, I think I heard someone calling for me over there! Sorry can't agree to anything now, gotta run!"
"Why you...!"
Raz cuts a corner around a group of dancers, dashing an erratic path through the group's center with Kyana, rifle drawn and cradled, hot on his heels.
”Get back here you hero-wannabe, responsibility-shirking jerkface!"
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Post by SJmun on Mar 20, 2017 1:09:42 GMT -8
Niki sits down nearby, flopping backwards into the grass. It feels so good to be able to do that. Hearing Micha talk about future plans... it gets her to try and think about her own possible plans. What will she do once they get there? Go shopping maybe? take up gardening in an open space? go on adventures? sleep more? feel the warmth of a real sun? Find a boyfriend? Find some regular friends? It's getting a little overwhelming to think about, but she can only tell that it's going to be all right, especially with Micha not too far away.
"Man, it's gonna be so great..." Niki smiles, eyes closed. "to believe we're finally gonna have a real home... one that isn't oppressed by the dark. No more puzzles, no more death threats, no more morally gray acts of reality alteration..." She sighs a heavy breath of relief.
Chungy shrugs at Kalmaro and gets to dancing by himself. That translation tool sucks too much anyways.
The other Niki, feels a rumble in her vest pocket. Must be her smartphone...? She pulls it out and checks it. Katie sent her a text. She reads it and sends a reply. {Textlog}Niki: I'll let them know. I'll get up soon, just gotta do a couple things. -> Niki sends the text message and puts her phone away. Crushing the card in a dramatic fashion, she summons Photostork to her side. The glorious mint green bird towers at nearly seven feet tall, with a large camera for a head and a reel-to-reel spinning slowly behind it. She begins pushing and pulling up at seemingly nothing as Photostork records her actions. With the footage captured, she walks over to the toppled Eros Machina and snaps her fingers. Five photoclones appear, all performing the same actions that were performed before. With their combined strength, Niki tries to lift the fallen truck back up. photostork also tries to help. Needless to say, it takes more than the strength of six Nikis and her standsona to lift an RV. She gives up and recalls Photostork, making the photoclones disappear. Niki returns back to the crowded area, which appears to have turned into a dance party. What is this song they're playing? It takes her a moment to remember what she was doing. What was it again? Oh yeah, get Kat and Seth awake again. Where are they exactly? There's a ton of kats over that way and half as many seths the other way, but where's Alpha Seth and Alpha Kat? To add insult to injury, she sees a dead seth dressed in a waldo outfit, "attempting" to """dance""". She checks around, looking for them amongst the dancers. "Hey, has anyone seen Alpha Seth and Alpha Kat? They need to wake up soon. Anyone? ->" She asks whoever she can find here and there.
Mimi is still lost in thought. What she had seen in that dark place... though she had hid it from everybody, it still plagues her. Amanda is obviously worried about her, though isn't exactly sure what's going on. She never was told what happened in that session all those years ago after all. Three chilling figures appear before her. They had been there in the dark before, to remind her of her past mistakes, which she had ran from. Mimi looks up at them and gasps. "Chicky... Turby... and Sarah? wh-what are you three doing here?"Chicky, the bean pole of a girl with white feathers behind both ears, curly brown hair in a ponytail, and a large ruffly white skirt, smirks slightly. Her eyes are blank. "We thought we'd take a last chance to hang out. It's been a long time since we've gotten that chance, hasn't it?"Mimi is petrified with fear. Amanda looks between them worriedly. "Mimi, who are these peeps again? Did you know them?"The round and chubby young man wearing the purple plaid longsleeve, dark purple shorts, and a black shirt with an inverted star on it speaks up. His eyes are also blank. "She knew us all right. you mean to say she never told you about her own sessionmates?""She, never talked about the session with me. At least not about you guys." A middle-aged woman with purple hair, red sandals, and a red two-piece bikini swimsuit takes her turn to talk. Her eyes, like the others, are blank. "...Mimi. We've all been through a lot here. While I'm still disappointed in how it all ended, mostly the part about me being stuck with this bikini curse for all eternity, I want you to at least try to be happy. Sure, we lost, but at least one of us is alive, right?""Maybe, but only because I didn't have the guts to finish the job."Turby butts in. "Hey, don't say things like that! If you're gonna outlive us, the least you can do is carry on in our memory! Like come on! You're at the home stretch!"
Mimi looks down at the dirt. "...you make it almost sound easy to live a normal life. What is there left for me? I'm just a dirty rotten person with blood on her hands."
Chicky places a cold hand upon Mimi's shoulder, making her squirm a little from the shock, despite it being meant for comfort. "Look, I know you've messed up, but you're not alone. You can find help out there. you just gotta look."Mimi sighs. This isn't doing as well as she would have hoped. She can't hide behind her usual happy-go-lucky facade now... Amanda isn't sure what to do here. how had she hid this for so long?
"can I... can I have some time alone? I need to rest. we just got done escaping that dark zone... let me sleep please." Mimi looks at her fallen sessionmates, exhausted still from what had happened before the dawn. Turby pushes Chicky's hand away from Mimi in understanding. "We'll leave you alone for now. Just, don't bury our memory so deep next time." Turby glances over at the dancefloor. "hey guys, up for one Last Dance? I still got some moves that'll rock your socks off.""oh come on Turby. The most you can do is shift your center of gravity so everyone else except for you is moving. You sucked at dancing. Myself on the other hand... they didn't call me the cow whisperer for nothing!" Sarah launches some snark, then strikes a pose.
"I haven't danced since I was back in high school! I swear, Lonk was the worst date I ever had back then." Chicky reminisces. "This isn't high school anymore, you better have more than just the funky chicken to throw down." Sarah winks at her. "I'll show you! I was the princess of the ballroom! watch and learn!" Chicky dashes off to find a good spot begin dancing. Sarah walks off to go join her. Turby however, takes a long hard look at Mimi, almost disappointed, but at the same time, holding onto some amount of hope. She's made it this far after all, right?
"Just keep going, Mimi. I'm sure you'll find your way eventually. Even if it does take ten years of flight attendant sidequests to get there." Turby gives her a thumbs-up and walks off with the others, leaving Mimi alone with Amanda. She sits down on the ground and watches the activity blindly, in silence. |
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Post by frozenlake on Mar 20, 2017 7:02:40 GMT -8
As Raz goes on, Sam starts to visibly pale, before starting to deflate. He can't even seem to get a word in, as Raz just keeps going, with no pauses long enough for him to even begin to start saying something. By the end of it, his head is drooped, as Raz walks away and speaks with another of those people Sam just doesn't recognize.
He mutters something to himself, Raz not catching it, due to the conversation he is now holding, but maybe someone paying attention to him after the verbal takedown does.
"...I'm just worried about my friend."
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Post by AS/IP/BS on Mar 20, 2017 9:37:00 GMT -8
Samm smiled "yeah?"
For the time that nikkiwas talking, samm just smiled quietly. It all felt good...except when death threats were mentioned. But she was so peaceful she didnt want to ruin it by voicing her doubt about being completely safe from this point on.
It is perhaps unfortunate that the little guy looking for his friend was not heard by Samm, or she'd be helping.
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