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15strangers2020-02-28 09:22 pm
strangerpeople) wrote in 15strangers2020-02-28 09:22 pm
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F̎̋̀͝I͋ͦ̿ͦ̇̈́N̷̏́̊̽̔̍͒A̶ͧ̂͒̍L̛ͧ̃͜ ̶̛̐̀́ͪ̈́̐ͤT̒͘͠R̨͐͊̀̕ĬA̢͊̓͌͗͢Ļ̋͞
[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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So don't mind if he lept in, and began to swing at anything in the way - which might as well be the tentacles, on their way to it's brain. ]
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W͕̘̹͔̥h̯̩̭̗̺a̴̟t̮̟̘ ͖̤d̴̼̞̱̻̭̩̩ơ͕̭̜͇͖ ̯̣͔̞y̧̬̩̞o͇͎̲̩̼̭͈̕u̢ ͠e̶̩̼̲x͏̜͕̞̥̩p̮̹̗̙̜e̡c̯̻t̙̰͟ ̞̻͈t̨̹̬o̸͕͎ ͚̣͔̀a̭̯̯̼ͅc͉̰̯͎h̦i͙̼̻͜e̴v̤̥e͖͍̟͉,̷͓̜̩̙̜̘ͅ ̝̭͎̰̫̭M̙̲̗̯̰̫͍c̡̺̪̦̟͎̘̠B̻̩͇̬̝̝̭u̘̳ŕ̖̹̰̪̭͎̰n͇?͇
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[ He'll expect the others to do their part in attacking, so they better pick up their damn slack, especially as he's moving as far in as he could to the main target, swinging both Dawnbreaker and Angbar interchangeably. ]
vague allusion to CS spoilers??
I͍̳͈̮͔ͅ ̬̠̹͕̲a̩̗m̸̮̼̹̣͇̞ͅ ̷̹̫̱n͉̬̭͉̝̖̺͡o̺̭̮̲͔t͉͖̱͖̟̺̠͞ ̶̹t͓͉̗̠͜h̟͢e͝ ̙͈́o͖͞n͈̭͜e̮͍͈̦͎̠̳͠ ̷̺̗y̬͉̰͙̮o̧̩̝̣̯̟͙ư̭ ̙͖̯̫͇̼s̨̙͚̱ho͖̹̘̱̱͍u͇͝ḽ̦̥͉ͅd̨͖ ̤͖͇͇͚b̨e̷̟͔̬̱̭̻̙ ̞̰̟̖̟f̻͉͈̼̟̕i̤̭̪̝̙̦̙g̲̮͞h̻̣͙̮̮̣t̮̖̭̗̞in̡̦̲̣͕͙͕g̹̯͉̲͈̻̮.̯̘̤͎ ̺̪̤̲̯ͅT̲̗͚ͅh̳i̷̗͉̳̠̝͔̟n͖̞͖k,̧̺ͅ ̪͙̮ba͙̜͖͠c͉̯̘͎͘k̡̯͖ ̥̜̠͓̣̫ḫo̸̺̤͙̟ḿ͚͔̠e̥, ̮̺͎̟̬ͅo̱̕f̗̼͎͓̣̹ ̙͖͖͘t̡͎̬͇̰̰͓h͚̩̝̥̗͈͘o̭s̹e̱͍͞ ̫̘͜w͇̯͓͈h͉̤̯̟̺̹̼o̧̹ͅ ̫̠͙͞b̸̫͈̬̲e̡̬͓̹̻̫̰ͅtr̷̩͚̥a̢͍͓̻͙̦̫̠y̲̝ę̺̬̺̰̲̟d̶͍͔̞̮ ͖̖̗̼͍y̦o̥̗͕u.̰ ̘̮̰̺Ẉ͕h̵̫o̢̦ ̠̤̰s̼̳̩t̫̲͈ͅo̬l̰̺̫̝͠e̫̱̻ ̸̜̝̭̭͙͚y̛̪͉̩̝͈̥ͅo̲u҉̝̟͚͔̹r̸͈̰ ̳̙͔e̲̺̳͍x̖̫͕̺i͎s̙te̗n͇͕͔̪c̘̰̣̜̲e̗̙!̷
T̴͉h̛̩̬̝̟̣̲ͅey̞̪̭̮͢ ̛̦̬̼̦̪͔̖m̲͚̙̗̬̰a̸̳̭d̪̱̳̮̱e͈̰̯ y̠̤̺̼͓̯o͏͔̞̟̙̠̫͔u̜͢ ͓̪͉n̷̼̳͚̘̪͉̞o̻̩͎̥ͅt̙̦̰̖͘h̤͎̖̥̹̀i̜n̤̖͍̻g̖.̥̠̯̕ N͖̥̟̖̣̤͝o̰͕t̴̮͍̯̰̫͈ ͓͙̥̞̲͠Í̺̩̜̳̭.̳̻̖̲̩̮͈͝ ҉̜͉͉̪̣̥̪B͕̭̘̕u͚t̤̗̪͖̙͜ ̵̥̗w̛̟̮̲͉i͡t̶͍̮̭̦͔h̴͓̝̥̱̗͚̟ ̷̤m͓̬͉̣̩̦͉͜e̥̳͉͚͡,̶̘̦̱̤ ͙̹̳͚̭o̙̻̻̗̱ń ͇ͅm̰͖̜̫y̻̠̬̟̖̤̲ ̻̦͘ş̠͓̝ͅi̸͓̫͕d̜̲̖̮͖̞͞e̤̥̜͙,̴̣ ̳̭̞͇̝͈y̼̟o͎̼u̷ ̲͕͙w̸̝̺̪̻̭̤̜o̤̖ṵ̱̲̘̜͓ḷ̪̠̲̗d̬̜ ̱b̖̹͓̩e̻͍ ̶̤̫̦̝̞̥ͅb̹̳̹͙ẹ̩̘t͙͇̗t͖er͔̖ͅ ̩̣t͉͙h͇ͅa̰̲̲̞ͅn̻̳͙͍͍ ̣̜̮a͇n̼͍̦y̲͙̝̯̞ ̸͕̤̰̹̟͕̳m͈̥àn̪͓̱̰̫̺!̰̞̱̜
Á̖̻̤ll̶̜̗͔͉̹̣̪ ̫̩̥͡yo̼͡u̶͖̤̗̞ ̛̠̭̪mu̧̬̠̣̲s͖̲t ͢d̰̤̠̩͙ͅo̡̻̠͍̻̣͓ ͕̠í̥̣̟̥͙̲ṣ͔̖̕ ͔s̡̥̪̳ub̴͇͕̣̝m͙̺̣i̻̬̣͖̲̺͠t͙͖̳̦̗͎!̛̙̗̖̗̭̥̦
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It must also be talking about when he was stolen away and lost his original powers, among...potentially other things. ]
Not about to submit to something like you.
[ What could it offer him? All of his original strength back with no limitations whatsoever? He sincerely doubted it - either way, it's not enough to keep him from striking, and advancing. ]
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W͖̭ͭͪ̀h͒̌ͪo̰͎̝̠̫͗͋̄̈́̈̌͊ ̨̗̮͖̤̺s̪͈͍̰̖ͫ̕a̷̐̂ͩ͗ͫ͋̈́id̶̬̣̬̯̐́̍̎ͥ̈͌ ͈̘̠͓̂͘y̭͍̤͉͈̲͊̃͒͜ŏ̻̘̺̭͉͈͚u̟̭͡ ̉ͨ͆͗͠hͧ͛ͥ҉̺̞͈̟̮͎͓a̔̑̿͏̪̼͈̲̜͉d̀̆ ̱͉̪̹͙ͣ̅a̴̺̹̯͈͌̔͗̑ ͈͈͍̕c̓̄͒͌ͯ̊ͮ͏h̾͏̯ő̴͇̪͕̱̞̫͓͑̽̽̄͗ȉ̠̥̦̩̺͗́̈ͯc̹̰̫̙̈ͫ͋͋̊͑͞e̖̹͖̩̣?̄̈͢
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Even if it wasn't his intention.
It was still always his choice in the end. Nobody else's. ]
Think that you're the one who gets to decide whether or not someone has a choice in what they're going to do? That's on them and them alone. It's got nothing to do with you.
Not surprised that you're too weak to understand that.
[ McBurn will now be aiming for a strike on it's brain, first with Dawnbreaker, and then secondly with Angbar. ]
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Angbar is painful, but it is Dawnbreaker who results in the most impact. The entire brain begins to writhe so violently that it might actually start bouncing on the dais.]
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Like hell he's going to let this thing take McBurn after all they've been through. If he can control it remotely, he'll make it shine while it goes in.]
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Yup. That hurts. Violent thrashing now.]
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[ He can see the shine going on, and wonder if that had anything to do with Eric. Either way, he's suddenly enjoying himself a little more.
Kind of like they're fighting as one here - alongside everyone else of course. ]
You can enjoy the heat of these flames in Gehenna.
[ McBurn will definitely keep on slashing, more with Dawnbreaker than Angbar, seeing the thing wiggle around in pain like that.
Then he'll step back and stab deeply into the brain in one large, hard thrust with Dawnbreaker. ]
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IT is in a bit of a pickle.]
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