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15strangers2023-07-21 10:18 pm
strangerpeople) wrote in 15strangers2023-07-21 10:18 pm
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FINAL TRIAL
(1 of Hekatombaion)
[When the time comes, Charon arrives on a boat, hrrhrrhrring a little tune as he rows. No need to worry about space, even with all of the shades coming with. Fluffles, unsurprisingly, doesn't go; he does see everyone off, at least, before he falls asleep.
With a final hnnnngrrrgh, they're off. Charon is the master of the Styx, in his own way, deftly avoiding roots and branches from the Qliphoth as he guides his charges up through the layers of the underworld. From the dark and gloomy green of Tartarus, to the lava-flooded Asphodel and it's giant many-headed bone snake, sadly snarled in demonic roots (without thinking, Zack waves to it), on through the lazy rivers of Elysium, and lastly through the pitch stink of the corridors of a temple separating the underworld from the living world.
Throughout, there is eerie quiet. No shades appear to watch their procession-indeed the few wisps around seem to be fleeing, hiding. No rats try to bite Zack's face off. Aside from Lernie, there's truly nothing but tree, tree, and more tree.
Finally, though, the surface air hits, and it is...not cold, but not warm, either. Though, as everyone disembarks, that's probably not what catches everyone's attention. No-it is the barren fields of ancient Greece, just outside the entrance to the underworld-and there is only one thing alive in the area.
It is late afternoon, and the silhouette of the new moon is the only thing that emits real light now in the grey. Indeed, if there is a sun, it is blocked out by the massive, massive roots in the sky, swirling into the stratosphere. The roots in the underworld were in fact more akin to greedy branches; the roots in the sky of the world of life, however, are far more massive, and it's clear the tree is fully grown. And-if the dead grass and trees and barren lands around the Temple of Styx are any indication-it isn't simply feeding on human blood-it's affecting the life of the earth itself, greedily lapping up what it can as it further embeds itself, further spreads, further grows. Further destroys.
It won't stop. There is obsession and power, and Delta is right-it will never stop unless someone intervenes.
Wordlessly Delta points to a Spire of blood in front of them. Yup-they need to enter it to get to where they need to go. Lovely.]
Through here is the core of the tree where the fruit of the Qliphoth is being cultivated. Come.
[Well, no turning back. With luck, the Catillac has some extra towels.
So, immediately after squishing into the...blood elevator?...everyone is schllllorped on a ride akin to w water slide, going up and down, left and right, up, up, up, then down, down, down....down.......
d
o
w
n
into the depths.
And when they emerge...]
[Bright flowers grow on the vines. There is distant birdsong, and the sun shines among fat, lazy clouds. But you can see the shine of glass in the corner of your eye; the air is too perfect to breath, too cold to touch. You don't feel the grass or dirt underfoot that you can clearly see The smell of blood is everywhere.
An illusion? A dream? A delusion? Something else? Who knows. There is a patio table laid out with tea, and four seats. It's almost as if the owner simply got up and left for a moment. It's all strange, all...wrong.
Still. You're finally here. You're in the core. You freed a possible god from the grip of forced ignorance. And you have-you hope-everything you need to end this. But there is still one question:
It is time, Strangers. By the seas, the heavens and the earth, by blood and darkness, it's up to you.
Good luck.]
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...Oh hey.
[He cracks his knuckles.]
We're back in business.
[With that, he freezes a demon with his time stopping ability.]
HALT!
[And then he strolls forward...and punches the demon so he'll rocket into a few others. He then snaps his fingers.]
And now, time starts again.
[BAM. There's a pretty big pile already.]
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Sure, that. Let's do that.
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[he's still doing it. doing it again.]
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[ Offering a wave as a demon just splits in half nearby in it's attempt to go towards Kaito, seemingly not even touched with a weapon but it's mangled body suggests otherwise. ]
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Just glad it still keeps the usage.
You're gettin' things done too, I see!
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Oh, I can imagine.
[ It seems to be extremely useful as it's a time stopping ability, so coupled with his own? They'd make a good team. ]
Mm-hm~! I could do most of this prior to the game, but..
[ He spots another bug demon coming for Kaito's left side, steps forward and one of his bladed 'whips' shoots out and hits what appears to be the open air. The aforementioned demon is suddenly flung away with a nasty gash. ]
Having this power's been a nice addition once I figured out what else it could do.
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[...whoa.]
You are...really seein' the future, huh? Damn. Welp, cover my 6, I'll cover yours!
[Another few freezes and punches. This is so cool.]
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[ He moves in closer, nodding his head and looking quite ecstatic. ]
Hm! I suppose I am, yes. [ Being able to see the path something is going to generally take would definitely could count as that. ] Sounds good to me.
[ It's a mix of using his natural skills, coupled with being able to cut something down pre-emptively that makes it REALLY hard for any demons to get too close. Slashed, hacked apart or just punched with some decent force. Hell, sometimes he'll even direct some towards Kaito when he thinks it can be handled. ]