The End...

[strangerpeople]

THE END...

[When the Titled wake up next, it's to void darkness.

There is nearly nothing left after what has happened, save for the blackness. Save for themselves, the Dragonborn and Serana as they hold each other, the Thalmor prisoner (who is clearly in shock), the body of the dragon they had attacked in the distance, the tower in the even further distance...

and an old man, sitting on nothing, clapping wildly.]

Bravo! Bravo!! Encore!! That was just amazing.

[Confetti starts to fill the air. It catches fire mid-way to the..ground. Whatever counts as ground now.]

Nothing like a good old world-ending riot, I always say! You all deserve an award for ending the universe as I knew it. Have some bread!

[Bread that looks like Papyrus' pops into their hands. It smells like chicken and god only knows what it tastes like.]

Go on, have a bite!

[This was probably not what anyone was expecting when the world ended.]

Comments

[poorlovefool]

[Eric is so done. He is throwing that bread on the GROUND-

Wait, there is no ground, does it just float endlessly downward

anyway]

Aaagh... why?!

[strangerpeople]

[Well, the strange old man looks offended.]

Well, fine, just go ahead and defile my nice gift!

See if I invite you to a party ever again!

[poorlovefool]

Oh cut the crap! I didn't want to be part of any of this, god damn it!

[He's shaking. This is all just too much. Even the world ending is more bullshit than he expected!]

[socialhacktivist]

Huh-- huh?!

[She's... alive. But it doesn't feel like she should be. She panics and looks around. Everyone-- everyone seems to still be here. And...]


















....you!?!

[SHE KNOWS THAT OLD MAN!]

[strangerpeople]

Why, hello there, dear! Nice to see you again. So, tell me, how's the world treating you?












[He bursts out laughing.]

Oh, I slay myself!!

[socialhacktivist]

Why are you here!?!



[HE'S JUST AS BAD AS BEFORE-- moreso, now that she's sober, really.]

And... why are we here...?

[carries_war]

We...

[Failed. They couldn't stop it. They were too late. Was it even possible to begin with?

Jr. doesn't even seem to register the bread in his hand as he slumps, staring into the distance.]

That's...it? The end of the world?

[strangerpeople]

Oh, why so down? It had to happen! Though I will say I wasn't expecting it to go the way it did. You should have seen it! No, really. You should have, because you were there, right?

CW: survivor's guilt/suicide ideation

[carries_war]

Yeah, I saw it, alright! I saw that we couldn't do a damn thing! So why...why are we the only ones to survive?!

[His hands tighten around the bread, though it's still dubious if he's even noticed it, and his entire body starts shaking.]

If I couldn't save this world, why do I get to exist when everything else is gone?!

[socialhacktivist]

[Futaba scoots over and takes Jr.'s hand, squeezing it. She's at just as much of a loss as he is. It feels like there's a horrible weight on her chest.]

There has to be something else we can do... As long as we're still here...

[She... doesn't have a lot of faith but-- she doesn't feel like she can just give up yet either.]

[bythewaves]

Maybe. [ Maglor murmurs quietly ]

Of that world, anyway. But not entirely, l think, as we are stil here.

[zephyranthe]

[It's disorienting. At one moment, she was amidst a flash of light and thrown in the air like a ragdoll and the next she was in this endless void with everyone else. What happened? And where were they? did they clip through some geometry and get stuck or what It's all she can do to just shake off the remaining shock and ask:]

Why're we still here?

[defriendestration]

..........................................

I...I'm sorry, Fie...

[bythewaves]

That I do not know, but I assume it means there is still some task left unfinished.

[bythewaves]

[ Definitely not the Halls. is Maglor's first thought. Not the Outer Dark, either, no Morgoth.

...still here then.

He sighs a little then looks around to check on the others,idly noting the tower. ]

[defriendestration]

[God. You know what would make him and everyone feel better? A mountain of spaghetti. Several mountains of spaghetti. Spaghetti makes everything better. Even...even the end of the world...]

[strangerpeople]

[................Papyrus...

A great light begins to form in the north, near where the Throat of the World once was.]

WORLDBUILDING SESSION

[intercessing]

[After all of the joyous moments, after the realization of lost friends returning and world being rebuilt, and...spaghetti...there is a cough.

It's the Intercessor, locked arm in arm with Serana, carefully holding the dragon monster's head with their free hand.]

Let me see if I can...at least restore something of the world before. I, and Serana, remember how the continents looked, how those of Tamriel at least looked.

Let us help.

[Slowly, from the Zero Stone, reality begins to take full shape again. The Iliac Bay - the location of the first Tower, of that unassailable spike where reality first became - begins to take shape again. It is as the world was, somewhat, in the year 4E35 - the last year of the last kalpa. Now, it is the first year of a new kalpa, and though the basics will be the same, things will undoubtedly be different.

Now the question is.

What else will your characters add?]

[almightyconflagration]

[Well, McBurn has two ideas for things to add to this place. One is a natural and open area that would be good for sparring. Preferably with some nice cliffs.

The other is a portal home. He'd try to make one for all of them, but considering his lack of knowledge about the other's worlds, he's probably only got a chance to make one to his world.]

[carries_war]

[How about a grove with the flowers from the last version of the Depths' mural growing in it, eternal and as close to indestructible as he can make them? Along with creating those flowers as natural species.

He's also going to create a portal, aiming for Second Miltia in his own world.]

[bythewaves]

To build a world?

[ He laughs softly at that, eyes bright, and then he stretches out his hands and sings

This is what he was born for after all, the lost bard of the Noldor, who holds his peoples memories from the very first, who was taught the songs of creation by those who sang it first, and whose mother named him for a voice that could cleave gold. Only two others have ever matched him, and they are not here.

He sings the stars first, as his people first saw them, diamonds in a velvet sky, before they learnt to fear the dark, but loved first the light.

He sings the raging ocean in all it's moods, from gentle to furious, and the songs that it sings of life cradled in its heart, and the rivers that sing of returning to the sea, the lakes that wait crystal clear to capture the light of the stars above them.

He sings the wind, from the gentle breezes of summer to the raging storms of winter, and the rain, where water meets the sky.

He sings the forests from the deep wilds of the Old Forests where the trees walk to the golden woods of Lothlorien, and the life that runs and flies through it, creeping in the undergrowth or playing in the heights.

He sings the mountains, tall and strong and high, whose roots go deep and whose hearts hide treasures unseen, waiting.

He sings the plains that he loved so well, the green rolling hills and the sweet grass, the thunder of horses flying by unchecked as they run.

And he sings Hope. A silver ship, made of crystal, burning as if aflame, and a star at its prow. ]

Father, you once brought light to our world. I think you would not begrudge me yielding this world a little of that memory.

[ He whispers, and takes the Silmaril from where it has lain, wrapped in cloth by his side, and tosses it into the Void, following the trail of his song. ]

Aiya Earendil, Elenion Ancalima! Hail Earendil, of mariners most renowned, the looked for that cometh at unawares, the longed for that cometh beyond hope! Hail Eärendil, bearer of light before the Sun and Moon! Splendour of the Children of Earth, star in the darkness, jewel in the sunset, radiant in the morning!

[lightnen]

[ Upon seeing everyone else who'd died come back again, it made him horribly nostalgic in seeing Gon again. He missed his friend, even with the ones he's made here in the month or so here.

Blinking a couple times, he looked around as the world started to take on more of a solid shape and honestly... the outside world really looked good. Even if it wasn't his home. Killua spared a look toward Serana and Alexis, remembering how cold and harsh he'd acted toward the other when they'd first showed up and wondering how could he make up for that and also contribute something to the world, too?

The idea soon hit him and he closed his eyes, imagining clearly the entirety of Kukuroo Mountain and everything that came with it to the best of his abilities. Such as the massive, very well put together Zoldyck mansion near the top of it. That was the important part and what mattered over everything else.

Second was a portal home. He... wanted to see Gon and his other friends again. It'd been some time since he'd seen them, after all. ]

[pursuitofbeauty]

Now that he understands the power they've been given, Yusuke's heart soars. To paint is one thing, but to envision and create a living, breathing world? His artist's soul is nearly overwhelmed by the thought of it.

So he closes his eyes as he stands there with his friends, picturing a quiet, idyllic grove of trees. A bubbling spring births a winding stream weaving through the shifting dapples of light cast between the leaves. Soft grass beckons for travelers to rest their weary bodies for a time, and fruits and wild berries beckon to those who would soothe their hunger. Just as Junior imagined, the flowers he created on that stone wall he now pictures growing in clusters among the grass and bursting from cracks in smooth piles of boulders.

It's a beautiful scene, one that could exist in any world, save that the normal colors of each tree, each blade of grass, every boulder are touched with flickers of other colors. It's a living impressionist painting, where even the water reflects flickers of pastel rainbows like a liquid opal.

Maybe it's too surreal to exist. But then again, this world now has a spaghetti mountain and candy trees....

[lightnen]

W-What the hell..?

[ It's a bit numbing when he thinks about what just happened, but... there's a mute second to which he's lost in his own thoughts and a bit of defeat within it before exhaling and turning his gaze up to the old man. He'd somewhat overheard something about creation if they 'thought' something enough but...

Was that really true? ]

Hey!! Old man! Tell me something... you said we can create things to be put in this world. Are you serious??

[ Same with his memories. Though soon as the old man confirms it, he has an idea of the first thing he wants. ]

[strangerpeople]

Of course I'm not serious! I'm never serious.

But I am telling the truth.