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Post by SJmun on Sept 4, 2017 11:24:21 GMT -8
> [ REDACTED ]: Fall deeper into guilt
Being connected to Thoren, The Tinkerer felt the depth of his sorrow, and in turn was reminded of past crimes. The Spirit of the Hunt, however, could not receive any of the negative output and had to rely upon ordinary insight to try and understand their partner's pain. The Hunter, essentially freed from the sadness, could use the power of hope to cheer the Tinkerer up. Unfortunately, the nature of their splintered connection determined a different outcome...> Charles: apologize to the elves for the panic and carry Thoren out of there The hope had made its way to the Remainder instead, who had been carried off by the Forgotten Lord. Thankfully, this influx of hope had allowed Charles to calm Thoren down and get him away from the action with minimal incident. The Forgotten Lord's methods may have been somewhat awkward, but it didn't matter. Thoren had hope, and that's all that mattered to him in that moment.> Clispaeth: Open that door! Meanwhile, the Leader of the Elves, Clispaeth, stood in front of the Endgame Door. All she had to do was grasp the knob and open it... Her wishes were just inches away... |
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Post by SJmun on Sept 4, 2017 23:26:07 GMT -8
> Raine: Don't just stand there while some brown turd is dragging off your boyfriend! Do something!
 The Lord of Rage did not like what she was seeing. That was HER man! Only one person should be able to drag him across the ground and embrace him tenderly and that person should be her! She prepared herself to punt the Forgotten Lord into orbit...
> Kalmaro: Prepare for something to explode ...when suddenly he just tossed the emotionally compromised Remainder at her. Their connection made it significantly easier to catch him on contact, but she was still quite dazed from the sudden action.
Meanwhile, the Inkling prepared for the worst and transformed into his squid form to hide away in a puddle of ink. How could one hide in an ink puddle on top of a see-through floating square platform? As with nearly everything, dream logic. The same reason that the Illusionist was able to procure a method to keep the Tinkerer's body safe and out of the way, even with her limited physical strength.
> Hand: proceed to just pass through the knob. Despite her doubts of being able to grasp the doorknob, Clispaeth succeeded and beyond the door shined with a brilliant light! If she still had breath, it would surely be breath-taking.> Clispaeth: look at the view! She gazed into the bright expanse. Countless stars everywhere! It was abolutely dazzling. Everything she had ever hoped for, layed out how she had imagined, and yet even grander.
...A peculiar space vehicle grazed across her vision. The symbol upon the side, quite recently familiar... |
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Post by SJmun on Sept 6, 2017 0:20:39 GMT -8
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It was in fact the Remainder's space vehicle, the Eros Machina! The very same that had left early for a journey across the stars of our universe, Gene.
But, something did not add up. For their Ultimate Reward was supposed to be a new universe, not the one that they had come from.
There was much confusion upon the platform after this monumental revelation. Had the Tattered Heir played a terrible trick upon them? Surely it must have been a false vison. The Fatalist Coal-miner demanded a "refund", but the Tattered Heir simply stated that all he did was temporarily repair the doorway for the duration of the dream. He in fact had no part in determining the contents beyond the door. Thoren was shocked upon learning this, almost unable to accept the underlying implications.
The Fallen heir however, needed to examine something... |
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Post by SJmun on Sept 7, 2017 22:39:28 GMT -8
> *Azure: Quick, start shipping drones to the elf session! Fearing for the safety of his friends, *Azure, the Charles-like Overseer, sent in a variety of autonomous devices to protect them and their universe, including a stream of incredibly tiny nanites. Thoren, being in the body of a robot himself, could effortlessly send queries to them wirelessly. He quickly learned of their purpose and let the others know as well, with a great deal of trust, if only because he knew how to override their commands if ever needed.
This may have been a comfort, but it did not change the fact that the prize that he and his teammates had fought and died over was nothing more than a connected copy of a place that they had come from.
The Illusionist seemed confused on why everyone seemed so upset and was beginning to get anxious to get going soon.
But there was one thing that Thoren knew deep in his heart:
They had tried so hard, and got so far...
But in the end, it didn't even matter.
Meanwhile, Theta, the Student Reaper, had appeared before his brothers to send them back home to their tower in the Underworld. It seemed that he had caught them in the middle of an impromptu memorial service for the singer of their favorite band, who had apparently departed not so long ago. They had discovered this from the comments of a music video on the internet, after being reminded of them by the logo upon the Tinkerer's t-shirt.
The Reaper told the seths that they would be going, but they managed to convince him to wait through one last song.
The Dead Seths all sang together as the pianist of their group accompanied them. They clearly could not replace the original, but they poured all of their excess emotion into their efforts. It was so loud that even those upon the endgame platform could hear it if they listened. |
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Post by SJmun on Sept 9, 2017 1:00:00 GMT -8
>Sherbet: Become awed by the impromptu concert these ghosts are having The Armless Disk Jockey found herself among the singing dead. Their mournful song filled with incredible grief and passion. She was quite awestruck by their performance and became transfixed in the audience. Meanwhile, through the power of the music, the Tinkerer had regained the strength to stand once more, and sing as well. As their song reached its ending, The Tinkerer prepared to sing another song from the same repertoire.> RN/FC: Start singing "New Divide" as a duet for some reason. The Tinkerer and the Spirit of the Hunt took to center stage and began to sing their rendition of a song called New Divide. Before the Reaper could take any action to wrangle his group along, the seths accompanied their duet, increasing the intensity greatly. The Reaper was transfixed by their performance, unable to perform his duty at the mercy of the overpowering crowd. It was an incredible experience for all those involved. |
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Post by SJmun on Sept 10, 2017 21:19:09 GMT -8
> Ghost Taxi: arrive
Meanwhile, Thoren, being connected to Patrick and the Spirit of the Hunt, was compelled to join them in song, despite not being in the same location. This somewhat caught Raine off guard from her incredible anger.
It was at this point that a taxicab from the underworld had arrived to pick up the elves and take them to their final resting place. With their final wish granted (albeit somewhat disapointing in what they had found), it was agreed that it was their time to move on.
> FLord: find a good place to sit and relax The Forgotten Lord sat down somewhere nice as the events continued to unfold in an unstoppable manner. This was fine, perfectly fine. The cosmic mistake that they had discovered is nothing to worry about, clearly. Everything is Fine, right?????
> Clispaeth: Say goodbye Meanwhile, Clispaeth bid farewell to the granter of her wish. While it was not what she had hoped for exactly, she was glad to have had her curiosity satisfied. Who knows, maybe this was how sessions were supposed to operate? It would make sense, seeing that they had also created themselves during the course of the session. Why not the creation of their own universe as well? She thanked the Tattered Heir for his services and went off on her way to the cab.
 He watched them fly off into the great beyond. Hopefully the elves would be able to find peace where they would be going to. |
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Post by SJmun on Sept 11, 2017 23:23:05 GMT -8
> Mania: Discover pathway to the elf session
The Tinkerer and the personal source of courage had finished their song with the dead seths. They had managed to jam well enough together that by the end of it, they had reached a certain catharsis. While their sorrows over their departed hero did not disappear, their performance was enough to get them further onto the path of healing.
It is important to note the impact that our efforts can have upon the world and those who call it home. Our time to be alive is limited by design, as all are fated to fall to the bottom glass eventually. While we cannot live forever, we can still leave things behind. Children, monuments, legacies... songs to share with one another.
While the lead singer of their favorite band would never again sing in this world, the songs that they had spread will not fade so quickly. As long as we keep what they gave to us close, they will live on through us, if only in memory.
> Tattered Heir: Status check
At this point, it seemed it was much calmer at the endgame platform, despite the remaining grievance over the unsettling issues with the game session and the universe. The Tattered Heir was exhausted, but ambivalent. According to his will, the land of Meteors and Gospel would be arriving in the orbit of the Starter Planet, to take its place as the third moon. If they didn't want to enter the door, they could very well take the path back and also arrive in the same place, with some space travel.
Being interrupted from his anger by Thoren's spreading of the New Divide and the appearance of the Sunspot, The Fallen Heir remembered something important that he had been meaning to do for quite some time. He needed to take her picture to show the Interloper back home that the Sunspot was very much alive and well.
> FLord: what are you even doing dude
 Meanwhile, the Forgotten Lord had other things to do. Since this place would be his new home, he thought it would be a good time to pick a land and start working on things there.
It is unknown if he had thought out his method of travel all the way through. Thankfully however, the Illusionist still had an extra cloud or two to spare. The denizen that had created him, Mania, watched this unfold as she arrived. Her player, the Smith of Flow, however had a bone to pick with her, and proved to be somewhat of a distraction. It is a wonder how she got through the woods on her own when she had been dazzled by daytime fireworks just minutes before.> Theta: Send the seths home
 Back at the party, with the festivities winding down, and his kin calmed once more, the Student Reaper could finally do his job. To make this easier, he opened a rift portal to the underworld. If others of another pattern made it through, it wouldn't be too much trouble, as long as he was able to fill out the paperwork for them. He was well on his way to obtaining his Reaper's License, and such a well controlled field encounter would be beneficial to his training. The seths bid farewell to the Tinkerer and his partner, the Spirit of the Hunt. They wished him good luck and a peaceful life. Raphael, the determined skeleton seth, stood across from his best friend, Sponge. They exchanged fond words together before he walked off to enter the rift. It was a rather emotional moment as the seths departed for their eternal home.
Some of other ghosts that had participated in the festivities also went through, but I haven't gotten very many accounts on all of them. As for the Kats, it is likely that they went their own direction, towards the black bubble, which one of them had managed to gain ownership over during the course of the previous battle. It is said that they crafted a bridge leading from their castle to the seth's clock tower, so that they could visit each other any time they desired.
The Student Reaper was very satisfied with the results of his work. He would surely gain recognition from his instructors for this... |
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Post by SJmun on Sept 12, 2017 23:32:51 GMT -8
> Sponge: Follow Raphael into the portal, there's nothing left for a ghost like you here.
 As the dead seths made their exit, others of their same state also took the same route. Finished with his work, Sponge saw it fit to join Raphael through the portal. The Tinkerer had the tasks covered after all.
> RN/SC: Launch into singing "Castle of Glass" once the Seths leave, with *Aperture playing an instrumental version over his speakers.
 Soon enough, the party was much quieter than before, devoid of the myriads of ghosts that had been with them. The members of the living had mostly disbanded from the party as it was, the main members of the lost pawns almost all gathered at the endgame platform. The Tinkerer however, didn't quite feel there yet. The Tinkerer wished to heal from the pain of this grief. To become whole again.
Along with the spirit of the hunt (with the help of their robotic friend with the accompaniment), they sang another song together. A shorter, more subdued one that expressed their feelings quite well.
> War-Hardened Tinkerer: Mentally heal enough for your bonds with the Commander to knit back together.
 With the power of music, the two of them could finally bring themselves together to become one once more.
Before long, the Tinkerer was awake again, and it appeared that the crew was preparing to gather for a group photo. It seemed that The Tinkerer had awoken just in time. |
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Post by SJmun on Sept 14, 2017 0:35:28 GMT -8
> Seth: Take the photo! With so many of them gathered in one place, there was no way he couldn't take a group photo. Soon enough, they all gathered in formation, in front of the endgame door.
And with a click, the moment was captured forever on film, to be developed later.
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Soon after, the Tattered Heir had dispelled the Grand dream, and the lost pawns (sans the forgotten lord, who chose to stay in the elf session instead) used their two or three different gateways to arrive in our universe. They all met back up at the spaceport, the very same that the Fallen Heir had purchased the camera from in the first place. They had but one last mission before they settle down and went their separate ways.
They had some fast food to track down. The food court offered them not exactly what they were searching for, but it was something close enough.
It was a joyous moment, finally able to relax and enjoy themselves after finally escaping from the maddening void of the furthest ring. It had been a long while since they had been able to enjoy the cacophony of modern civilization. It was almost as if their adventure had never happened, and they were back on their old home planet.
Of course though, they weren't. They could never return to those days again. They had all fundamentally changed. They had grown up. They had endure the worst of trials known to their peers, and for the most part, lived to tell the tale. They had endured death and destruction, numerous sorrows and losses, boundless guilt, incredible self loathing, fathomless despair, crushing depression, and numerous other trials that would take years of therapy to work through.
But, they also had each other. They built bonds tempered by raw emotion that no average person could ever hold. they rose up to tasks that no mortal could ever handle.
Because, as they had come to know well...
With Loss, Comes Victory.
And they had earned it. |
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