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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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I mean, y'ever thought that helping someone isn't based on who you are, it's what you do? [He pauses, and then he decides to share something he hasn't really shared with anyone else.] Sometimes, I....I feel wrong, inside. Like there's something that doesn't quite add up with who I am, what I do, what I think-- there's times when I'm angry for no goddamn reason and I just have to press it down, because I'm not that kind of guy--least, I think I'm not.
Sometimes, I feel like there's another me lurking inside me, too. Just waiting for his day to like, pop out. Make himself known.
I don't let myself get defined by that, though. If there were another me, that guy could be dead. He could be like, long, long gone. But there's me who exists now, there's me figuring out the shit I can do, there's me who can do a hell of a lot. I can probably do everything that that other me could've and MORE!
So...tell me, Zagreus. Zack. What can you do to help? Only you can decide that. Only you can find the true depths of your abilities.
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....I apparently can use a sword.
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And then you build from that. You grow from that. Healthily. Not like a big bloodsucking tree, but like a normal good tree. Put your roots in the sword, and grow! Slash the hell outta what ya gotta do!
And most of all, believe in yourself! You know I do! Whoever you are, believe, or at the least, believe in me believing in you!
Then if y'need anything else from ol' Zaggyzug, maybe just doin' things will turn into the whole...whole feelin' ya get riding a bike. Y'never forget.
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I don't know how death completely works in the real world, buuuuut you might be hungry! Have something to eat.
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Oh...I actually like fish. Thank you.
[You know what, he's going to eat some fish.]
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...Is Zack Jr. still there, or is she gone for good?
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[Nope, still here, sucker. Making snark and chewing bubblegum, and guess which one I ran out of!]
The snark. Whatever that is.
[…
Yeah never mind.]
She’s still there.