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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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There's a moment as he stares at her...and then shakes his head.]
Akane, I'm disappointed in you.
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Put more emotion into it! Make me feel your sorrow and despair! Assaulted on all sides by those who you once called friends....show me the depths of agony one would feel during that moment!
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Alas! I fear! You are right!!
[There is a brief pause, and then, not quite sure what else to do in this moment, she...
Well it's more that she carefully lies down than falls over, but.
The attempt is there? Maybe?]
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No! No! You needn't put that much into it!! The spirit is willing, but your execution lacking, my dear! Watch and learn!
[THE CAPE BILLOWS AROUND DRAMATICALLY as he leans over her prone form, his voice suddenly laden through with grief]
Ah, my dearest one! Who did this to you, that leaves you so pale upon the floor?!
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[Called from across the room, in disappointment.]
I think we need to take it from the top, give Akane a chance to start over.
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[ He just wants to be a part of this because it looks fun? He definitely wants to be in on this. ]
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Y'ALL???]
...are you all seriously putting on a play in the middle of this place?
[WHY]
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[BRUH]
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Unfortunately, in his current state, it just ends up looking like erratic wiggling]
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CW: Talk of dismemberment
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Is it a play if there's not really a script?
I guess I'm not sure what else to call it....
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[lmao he is now distracted from the yelling good job Akane]
I suppose you could call it an improvisational play...
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[She seems disproportionately excited over this but possibly she's just feeling giddy.
HER FRENS
THEY HERE]
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Roland, however, wants to join in, and so Akane carefully pushes herself up to standing once again, runs over to him, clasps his hands, and puts on a. Soulful? Expression?]
Sweet prince!!! Mine enemies surround us!!!! Let us flee before they act once more against me!!!!!!
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[SULK SULK HE'S SO SAD]
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He cleared his throat, remembering all the little plays and other things he's seen growing up and will absolutely attempt to channel this. On goes a distraught expression, wrought with emotion as he nods! ]
There's no need to fear, my dear princess! For I will allow no harm to come to a single hair atop your head!
[ With that said? He's just going to sweep her into his arms dramatically. ]
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Yes, dear prince! For I fear! That they beset us on all sides!
BUT HOW SHALL I LIVE IF YOU ARE HARMED IN MY STEAD?
[Whoops she may have said that last line a little too loud.]
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Volume's getting a bit overwrought, though.
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