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15strangers2020-02-28 09:22 pm
strangerpeople) wrote in 15strangers2020-02-28 09:22 pm
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[It is time.
Though there was no timer, the time was clearly nearing its end. The darkness that encompasses this place becomes even darker as the hours dragged forward, until even the lights of the City's skyline seems to darken along with it. You can almost feel the Noise watching, an infinity set of eyes in the void beyond staring back, as everyone pulls together again to proceed down the street.
The brightest building in the sky is the dome, now. There's no barrier preventing you from going beyond the Central Building now. There's no need for it-the City is completely empty, its streets devoid of life, as everyone inevitably finds their feet bringing them to the dome.
There's no turning back now. Whatever you have, that is what you will bring on this final journey. Not just in items, but in mind, in spirit, and in soul. IT, the avatar of the Thing and orchestrator of your game, will not relent. IT knows it has bent you, but not broken you. Now IT intends to finish the job.
As you round the corner to the dome, you feel the rhythm suddenly take control of you. You feel a sucking sensation grab onto you, and try as you might you cannot fight. You are pulled in. And when you manage to clear your head and eyes, you are inside the building. It is massive, domed, and-
you are only in one corner of it. There is a small table with chairs, with everyone's name on little dot matrix displays in front of chairs. Not all of them, of course. There are 15 chairs, and where the survivors' chairs are white, the chairs of the dead are black, their dot matrixes empty and lifeless.
A glass panel separates this little set up from the rest of the building, which is concealed in red fog. Despite this, a worryingly slack-jawed Link and Hiyori are sitting in chairs on a raised step just behind the glass, their suits still impeccable and their irises swirling more intensely than before. They do not react when everyone comes in; they do not respond if someone tries to greet them. Next to Hiyori is a briefcase and a boombox, which even through the glass it is quite clear the static, pulsing rhythm coming from it is very, very loud. Kyuubey sits in its own chair, meanwhile, its eyes watching and its expression unchanging; a fourth chair sits empty next to them.
There is no visible sign of IT. But IT is there, just beyond the glass, just waiting to unleash ITs full might. It's almost mocking the Strangers, as if to say go ahead, draw your conclusions. You won't win. You can't escape.
Fifteen Strangers, from scattered multiverses. They were brought together once more to kill. Now, they must solve the final riddle. All of the knowledge and experiences they've had have led to this, and their newest evidence may help as well. The survivors have one chance to make this right and stop IT for good. Failure cannot be an option. If it is...no. Don't think about it. Just do it.
[It's time!! The Strangers' objective here is simple, but all-important: they must pull all of the evidence you have together, unlock the answers they seek in full, and at last confront IT, the Mastermind.
This is it. There is no turning back. The blight curls ever-further from the darkness between the clusters. Can there be a cure?
Have fun, good luck, and may the right prevail.]
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It really is the power of love! Think about your friends, your family! Anyone you truly care for!
[he's breathing hard, running on adrenaline as he makes his way over to Karma]
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That won't be hard to do.
[ ...Part of him hates this a lot, but... okay going to say it out loud. Even as Osomatsu came closer. ]
...So I just have to think about much I love you, Nagisa. Got it. [ He stood tall, thinking about those particular feelings, but also... ] Akira, Kurama... I'll fight for you too.
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There's... a lot of people I love. The feelings that I have for them are so strong! Sure, my brothers would laugh at me if they heard me say it. But I love them!
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That's what matters. I never thought i'd say this but... it really is important to keep love in your heart. Of any kind.
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[He hadn't fully realized it. Had to rely on sound effects because he didn't know how to put a word to it. But now he knows.....and love isn't just romantic.
Arthur has a big mouth and an impressive pair of lungs. His voice can be very, very loud. And so the throws his head back, inhales, and yells at the top of his lungs--]
ARTHUR CHARLES WIDOGAST LOVES EMMA MILSTEIN!!!!!!
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IT hates this. Hate hate hate hate h͍̺̱͓̹̙̞̙͢à̫̹t̫͇̮̤̞̱͇̰͢ȩ͔͓͉̩͜ ͏͉͇̦̤͓̮̲̳̯́͝h̘̲̞̟̩̗A̢̗͍̯̘̥̭̲̫̰͜͝T̢̖͟e̸̩]