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15strangers2023-07-20 09:54 am
strangerpeople) wrote in 15strangers2023-07-20 09:54 am
FINAL INVESTIGATION
[Fifteen X-Passes. Six weeks. Freedom at last.
But it's not the end. Of course it's not. There are questions to answer, and souls to save. And now that the group is outside, they can see where they are.
They are inside a massive cavern, illuminated in an eerie green light, standing on a stone path. On one side is the ship-or rather, a massive, ship-shaped tangle of bloody branches, the trunk-like roots snaking out and into the river its buoyed on, as well as into the ceiling of stalactites. Said river is wine dark, but it's clearly not water. No-it is blood.
And on the other side of their little pathway? A root-encrusted palace. It sits over a labyrinthine city, bathed in emerald, and all is eerily silent save for some sounds coming from within the castle. It's clear the infestation somehow started here. And it is here that answers are likely to be found.
The doors are right in front of the group-and they are already open, covered in branches. From the outside, it seems little more than a ruin. Once everyone goes in, though?
It's even worse. The tree has taken over. Whatever lives here is no longer in charge. There's no easy way to disentangle the Qilphoth from this place. But there is life here, somehow. You can see figures entangled within the roots as you explore. And-they are still, somehow, alive. More than alive. They are beings that bleed ichor instead of blood-beings of incredible divinity and power. They are gods. And they are hostage to the tree, forever and ever, trapped in induced ennui, unless something is done.
[Once you enter, the investigation shall begin.
Good luck.]
((OoC: And here are team assignments!))
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...My. What.
[He stares at Jasper, looking a tad confused and a bit suspicious.]
I don't have a son.
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[ A pause and he hummed softly. He'd seen Nero... at least the already dead version of him, and remembered the things Nero had said while he was possessing his body and didn't think that the young man would have any reason to lie about things. ]
Do you not remember him? Nero definitely referred to you as his dad, as well.
[ Then, to Dante: ]
Name two things that would make you the 'cooler' brother, at least.
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No. I don't remember anyone named Nero.
Well, first off, my clothing is cooler, second, I have the better hair-
You say he's claiming to be...my son?
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[ Roland had to wonder if it was a matter of memories or something, since he definitely had no reason to think that Nero would just make something up like that when they even looked related. ]
Yes. I very much remember him saying something like... [ Clearing his throat. ] That asshole in blue is my dad.
[ Ah. Cussing felt weird to him. Though he'll easily recover. Nobody said he couldn't address both with different matters here. ]
Better hair? That is a little debatable... but... out of the two of you... would you say you're the better fighter?