[ You may be braced for impact, for the hands to come crushing you. Hey, did you ever consider what happens if nobody is there to wind the clock for you? What happens then? Maybe this would all just finally stop then, and you could get a break. Your corpses would be lost forever in the cold, but if you stayed here, frozen... you wouldn't feel any more pain. That's the thing about living your life -- you make your choices, and sometimes, they hurt.
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But it's not over, yet. Figures come to the rescue, it seems. You hear the sharp sound of clashing, and you're still whole and hale. You see many figures around you, these zombified frozen corpses grasping and rebelling against the oppressing hands, bones cracking under the pressure. three figures stand especially prominent, holding off the onslaught with all their strength.
Their appearances are only important to three of you, but they're a tin box, a large imposing man in a warm coat, and some guy who looks comically familiar. ]
Yurodiviye Leader, King Riven
Made some new friends after all, have you?
'Twould be shame were you to die ere your journey had begun.
Tieqiu Boss, Amame
I couldn't just leave you behind to deal with everything on your own.
Jefe de Los Mariachis, Arthur
I am not here to save you specifically. I just don't want her to get the Bough.
[ Notably, the last guy is in a sombrero hat, funny outfit, and most importantly, he is holding off these hands with a pair of giant maracas. Listen. I think we all need a misery break and this is how it's happening. Aren't we glad to have some friends in our dire time of need.
But that's not the most important part. The important part is that that burning turns into something more tangible -- this Bough is tied to you, your identity, your entire being. It's calling for you to manifest a power unique to you, something you hold, something that is only yours.
This place, this woman, your past --
None of that defines you now.
You can now manifest a powerful [[personal E.G.O.]] with a 0% chance of Corrosion, a reflection of who you are. ]
[They have help, it seems like- after they speak, you realize they aren't the only prominent figures you recognize this time.]
Anji
I told you it wasn't time yet, didn't I?
Tomi
Looks like it's my turn to help you out again, yeah?
Temenos
Oh, don't tell me you thought it would be that easy to be rid of me. Someone has to guide you, hm?
[The last time you saw them--
The last time you saw them doesn't matter now, does it? That may linger in your minds for a long time to come, after this, but... they're here once more. You're still here. It's not futile.
everything is bad and throné is so, so tired, but she can manifest something. she just kind of like, reaches for temenos? wherever he is, whatever he's doing, she just holds onto him, and turns to this woman, whoever she is, and summons her personal E.G.O. which i have decided is this: she glows yellow, and then more yellow, and then a whirlwind of blue, and spits out the edgiest thing in the universe: a shadowy phoenix, which shrieks at top volume and screes across the screen talons first.
wow flurry you have another character with phoenix imagery? I'M SO SURPRISED
here's music with. agnea's boss fight in the background i guess? i don't know why this is a thing.]
there's no outward acknowledgement aside from the fleeting glimpse of surprise. it settles just as quickly as it appeared, and baiken's stance shifts, primed and ready as she taps into her own e.g.o. manifestation. it's fucking go time now.
there's a glow of red and pink, a crackle of lightning to manifest into the contradictory duality of strength and discipline.
she also gets an ironic (for this situation) song. ]
[ kind of a weak laugh at seeing arthur again. sorry. it's still funny. she's so tired but it's still hilarious.
lovelace's personal E.G.O. is just: she starts to glow a bright, vivid blue. All over, but her eyes and hands are the brightest. she hovers up off the ground, and when she snaps her fingers—the enemy bursts into flames. wow i hope she does this after any melee fighters have gone. please assume that is the case.
i can't link music all of the soundtrack slaps but it's a suspense series. there's no action music :yell: i got jealous here's something. ]
[he has. a lot of mixed feelings about who came to help and not just because of jefe arthur. he stares at the yurodiviye leader, something both pained and grieving and yet thankful in his expression, before he looks away. anyway, not dealing with that right now. focusing on the task at hand.
he activates his e.g.o. unfortunately it is not a nerf gun that shoots beans, as it instead summons a blazing blue emblem. the insignia glows, before breaking apart into swirls of energy around his blade. they crackle and roar, forming a torrent of water like the river to send surging at the enemy, mixed with purple lightning.
also sure music. also this one which is only tangentially related to charles but it's related to hell so GOOD ENOUGH]
[ here's the thing. he is...well aware his mind fractured a few hours ago and the cracks continued to widen the longer they went. he's tired. he's wrung out. and seeing her, even as a tin box and with an autotune voice, is both enough to give him a boost and tear him open all over again.
"I don't want to be left behind anymore. But I don't know how to fix this."
"I couldn't just leave you behind to deal with everything on your own."
he doesn't reach for her, but it does cause him to draw in a few shaky breaths to get his shit together. they're almost done. they can leave after this. they can get this stupid bough and get the fuck out of here.
so yeah. he squares up, looking at this woman while he prepares to summon his own personal e.g.o. i wanna link music too because the qte music is a banger. anyway that's going.
and for a while it looks like nothing happens? except there's a very subtle shift. it starts with a few extra inches. about seven or so, limbs elongating and features filling out. it's the shift in his face, the roundness in his cheeks disappearing to something a little sharper and more angular. the eyes change, too, something more almond-shaped than round. it's a weird shift, a sickening crackle of bone and the sound of mental bending under pressure before all that stands is...a guy. about eighteen years old, a little on the lithe side still but still with a robotic arm. it's red, large and similarly shaped like what you'd expect from a gundam.
anyway the manifestation means that the robot arm throws a fucking punch that explodes on impact. ]
[ as throné and baiken witnessed on their half of this experience, ichiban's true power lies not in his ability to punch things really hard, but in the strength of his bonds. instead of manifesting as something with a tangible effect like the others, the activation of ichiban's personal e.g.o. is represented by a fiery red aura that envelops his body... as well as that of his friend, tomizawa.
suddenly, a taxi screeches onto the scene, and tomizawa jumps into the driver's seat. using the widespread confusion caused by the vehicle's abrupt appearance, ichiban sneaks up behind hermann and pushes her into it. tomizawa turns around briefly to meet eyes with his new rider and offer her a courteous smile, before placing his hands on the wheel and revving the engine.
"attention all passengers... you might wanna buckle up."
[ So. You all tap into your personal E.G.O.s, and unleash a barrage of attacks upon Hermann and her hands.
Shoma goes first, throwing his punch that knocks Hermann into the wall of the basement interior, into the strange ice mansion's walls that seem to tremble and shake. It's strong enough to leave a crater where she lands -- your mental strength manifesting itself into something more corporeal, something that proves you've grown. You have, willing your outside to match what's inside.
Hermann... she's not done yet -- but neither are you, for that matter. Charles follows it up with a powerful strike of of a wave, knocking her and all the rime corpses out of the way and enveloping the field in crackling lightning, clearing a path for the rest of you to pass -- an open road to the bright Bough, an unobstructed path forward.
Before Hermann can get back to her feet, Isabel glows with strength and power welling from within, and with a sweep of her hands or a simple snap of her fingers, the hostiles are set aflame, burning corpses and disease with them.
Can you believe this is the hinged half of the E.G.O. manifestations? Teej, take it away. ]
[As decreed by Jan, Charles' E.G.O. provides 15% sword damage up, which definitely happens because we make the rules here. NO RULES JUST WRONGS OUTBACK FUCKHOUSE.
Baiken manifests her E.G.O., and that infusion of power from Charles' lends it a little extra oomph-- her lightning sweeps along with his when she unsheathes her blade, a powerful swing from it unleashing a pink and red wave of force that slices right through a couple of the descending hands your friends are holding up.
Throné takes hold of Temenos for support, then glows, and glows, and finally summons her shadowy phoenix. Hermann is just beginning to stand, but it's difficult to avoid the hunting dive of a bird of prey: the phoenix slams into her, screeching, its talons dug tight into her form.
The screech of a taxi blends with that of the bird as Tomi's vehicle appears, with Ichiban's red aura fueling this absolute insanity. We're in the depths of the ego, my dudes. All things are possible. And with Hermann unable to escape-- Ichiban throws her into the backseat and slams the door, leaving Tomi free to zoom off with her.
You see him leap from the vehicle before it explodes a short distance away, and he starts running back. Here he comes. Run boy run.
Well, if Hermann is still alive after that Full-Sinner-Team E.G.O. blast, she's not getting up right away, that's for sure! Things are still chaotic around here with the frostbitten and zombies still duking it out and such, but your CR -- your friends -- can probably handle that on your own.
The Bough shines in the middle of the basement, at the foyer. It's yours to take. Have a round to collect yourselves and the Bough, and then we'll send you on your last merry way out. Don't tarry though, that trembling and shaking of the place is getting very violent, and the entire place shifts a little. ]
[ well. that happened. and when the e.g.o. reverts all that's left is a 12 year old boy who kind of just stares off into space. i think he still has his robot arm but it's, like, a normal shape now unless lowe is about to tell me that is not true. i'm making it true.
anyway that happened and he slowly sinks to the ground and mostly looks disappointed for a hot minute, frowning to himself. it's fine. yeah the ground is shaking but also just give him a fucking second. ]
[unfortunately i cannot do the joke of also doing a ko'd sprite because charles doesn't have one in the outfit i need
so instead he just plants his sword into the ground, using it to support his weight as he presses down against the hilt. just give him a second to catch his breath.]
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But it's not over, yet. Figures come to the rescue, it seems. You hear the sharp sound of clashing, and you're still whole and hale. You see many figures around you, these zombified frozen corpses grasping and rebelling against the oppressing hands, bones cracking under the pressure. three figures stand especially prominent, holding off the onslaught with all their strength.
Their appearances are only important to three of you, but they're a tin box, a large imposing man in a warm coat, and some guy who looks comically familiar. ]
'Twould be shame were you to die ere your journey had begun.
[ Notably, the last guy is in a sombrero hat, funny outfit, and most importantly, he is holding off these hands with a pair of giant maracas. Listen. I think we all need a misery break and this is how it's happening. Aren't we glad to have some friends in our dire time of need.
But that's not the most important part. The important part is that that burning turns into something more tangible -- this Bough is tied to you, your identity, your entire being. It's calling for you to manifest a power unique to you, something you hold, something that is only yours.
This place, this woman, your past --
None of that defines you now.
You can now manifest a powerful [[personal E.G.O.]] with a 0% chance of Corrosion, a reflection of who you are. ]
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[The last time you saw them--
The last time you saw them doesn't matter now, does it? That may linger in your minds for a long time to come, after this, but... they're here once more. You're still here. It's not futile.
This isn't all you can do.]
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arthur? okay?
everything is bad and throné is so, so tired, but she can manifest something. she just kind of like, reaches for temenos? wherever he is, whatever he's doing, she just holds onto him, and turns to this woman, whoever she is, and summons her personal E.G.O. which i have decided is this: she glows yellow, and then more yellow, and then a whirlwind of blue, and spits out the edgiest thing in the universe: a shadowy phoenix, which shrieks at top volume and screes across the screen talons first.
wow flurry you have another character with phoenix imagery? I'M SO SURPRISED
here's music with. agnea's boss fight in the background i guess? i don't know why this is a thing.]
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there's no outward acknowledgement aside from the fleeting glimpse of surprise. it settles just as quickly as it appeared, and baiken's stance shifts, primed and ready as she taps into her own e.g.o. manifestation. it's fucking go time now.
there's a glow of red and pink, a crackle of lightning to manifest into the contradictory duality of strength and discipline.
she also gets an ironic (for this situation) song. ]
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lovelace's personal E.G.O. is just: she starts to glow a bright, vivid blue. All over, but her eyes and hands are the brightest. she hovers up off the ground, and when she snaps her fingers—the enemy bursts into flames. wow i hope she does this after any melee fighters have gone. please assume that is the case.
i can't link music all of the soundtrack slaps but it's a suspense series. there's no action music :yell:i got jealous here's something. ]no subject
he activates his e.g.o. unfortunately it is not a nerf gun that shoots beans, as it instead summons a blazing blue emblem. the insignia glows, before breaking apart into swirls of energy around his blade. they crackle and roar, forming a torrent of water like the river to send surging at the enemy, mixed with purple lightning.
also sure music. also this one which is only tangentially related to charles but it's related to hell so GOOD ENOUGH]
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"I don't want to be left behind anymore. But I don't know how to fix this."
"I couldn't just leave you behind to deal with everything on your own."
he doesn't reach for her, but it does cause him to draw in a few shaky breaths to get his shit together. they're almost done. they can leave after this. they can get this stupid bough and get the fuck out of here.
so yeah. he squares up, looking at this woman while he prepares to summon his own personal e.g.o. i wanna link music too because the qte music is a banger. anyway that's going.
and for a while it looks like nothing happens? except there's a very subtle shift. it starts with a few extra inches. about seven or so, limbs elongating and features filling out. it's the shift in his face, the roundness in his cheeks disappearing to something a little sharper and more angular. the eyes change, too, something more almond-shaped than round. it's a weird shift, a sickening crackle of bone and the sound of mental bending under pressure before all that stands is...a guy. about eighteen years old, a little on the lithe side still but still with a robotic arm. it's red, large and similarly shaped like what you'd expect from a gundam.
anyway the manifestation means that the robot arm throws a fucking punch that explodes on impact. ]
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suddenly, a taxi screeches onto the scene, and tomizawa jumps into the driver's seat. using the widespread confusion caused by the vehicle's abrupt appearance, ichiban sneaks up behind hermann and pushes her into it. tomizawa turns around briefly to meet eyes with his new rider and offer her a courteous smile, before placing his hands on the wheel and revving the engine.
"attention all passengers... you might wanna buckle up."
words simply cannot do the ensuing scene any justice. ]
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Shoma goes first, throwing his punch that knocks Hermann into the wall of the basement interior, into the strange ice mansion's walls that seem to tremble and shake. It's strong enough to leave a crater where she lands -- your mental strength manifesting itself into something more corporeal, something that proves you've grown. You have, willing your outside to match what's inside.
Hermann... she's not done yet -- but neither are you, for that matter. Charles follows it up with a powerful strike of of a wave, knocking her and all the rime corpses out of the way and enveloping the field in crackling lightning, clearing a path for the rest of you to pass -- an open road to the bright Bough, an unobstructed path forward.
Before Hermann can get back to her feet, Isabel glows with strength and power welling from within, and with a sweep of her hands or a simple snap of her fingers, the hostiles are set aflame, burning corpses and disease with them.
Can you believe this is the hinged half of the E.G.O. manifestations? Teej, take it away. ]
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Baiken manifests her E.G.O., and that infusion of power from Charles' lends it a little extra oomph-- her lightning sweeps along with his when she unsheathes her blade, a powerful swing from it unleashing a pink and red wave of force that slices right through a couple of the descending hands your friends are holding up.
Throné takes hold of Temenos for support, then glows, and glows, and finally summons her shadowy phoenix. Hermann is just beginning to stand, but it's difficult to avoid the hunting dive of a bird of prey: the phoenix slams into her, screeching, its talons dug tight into her form.
The screech of a taxi blends with that of the bird as Tomi's vehicle appears, with Ichiban's red aura fueling this absolute insanity. We're in the depths of the ego, my dudes. All things are possible. And with Hermann unable to escape-- Ichiban throws her into the backseat and slams the door, leaving Tomi free to zoom off with her.
You see him leap from the vehicle before it explodes a short distance away, and he starts running back. Here he comes. Run boy run.
Do you have a tag to add, my Lowe.]
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Well, if Hermann is still alive after that Full-Sinner-Team E.G.O. blast, she's not getting up right away, that's for sure! Things are still chaotic around here with the frostbitten and zombies still duking it out and such, but your CR -- your friends -- can probably handle that on your own.
The Bough shines in the middle of the basement, at the foyer. It's yours to take. Have a round to collect yourselves and the Bough, and then we'll send you on your last merry way out. Don't tarry though, that trembling and shaking of the place is getting very violent, and the entire place shifts a little. ]
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anyway that happened and he slowly sinks to the ground and mostly looks disappointed for a hot minute, frowning to himself. it's fine. yeah the ground is shaking but also just give him a fucking second. ]
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so instead he just plants his sword into the ground, using it to support his weight as he presses down against the hilt. just give him a second to catch his breath.]
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ichiban just starts laughing incredulously hugs whoever is nearest to him. this can be multiple whoevers. i dont care. im delirious. ]
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FINALE
SIDE: HIGH-ROLLERS