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[ Outside the mansion is a truly treacherous space. If you thought the twisting tunnels of rime and frost were bad, this place is something entirely different -- an utter hellscape of frost, like you've just stepped into very Cocytus itself. Jagged icicles line every edge and surface, a crystalline blue periodically stained with blood under its surface.
Here, the dead don't stay dead -- you see abominations begin to free themselves from their icy prison, frozen neighbours with pickaxes, knives, hammers in hand, coming after you. You'll note that their faces are very familiar, faces from both your pasts before the Eudora, but also the more recently deceased faces you've come to know. Sam. Eunhyuk. Viktor. Mizuki. For some reason Arthur is here again.
The entire place is shaking, violently. In the lower reaches of the basement, you see a bright and golden glow, tendrils of hopeful light shining, as if guiding you towards it.
And as you come closer, the scenery changes. It's still an awful wasteland of ice, but now there's something more -- acrid smoke, clearly the frontlines of a war. Emaciated frozen bodies roar and fight against mutated soldiers with animalian, mostly insectoid features that aren't natural by any means, one look at them will tell you that. The air is thick with the stench of blood, an all-out war that isn't real but it also is. ]
Here, the dead don't stay dead -- you see abominations begin to free themselves from their icy prison, frozen neighbours with pickaxes, knives, hammers in hand, coming after you. You'll note that their faces are very familiar, faces from both your pasts before the Eudora, but also the more recently deceased faces you've come to know. Sam. Eunhyuk. Viktor. Mizuki. For some reason Arthur is here again.
The entire place is shaking, violently. In the lower reaches of the basement, you see a bright and golden glow, tendrils of hopeful light shining, as if guiding you towards it.
And as you come closer, the scenery changes. It's still an awful wasteland of ice, but now there's something more -- acrid smoke, clearly the frontlines of a war. Emaciated frozen bodies roar and fight against mutated soldiers with animalian, mostly insectoid features that aren't natural by any means, one look at them will tell you that. The air is thick with the stench of blood, an all-out war that isn't real but it also is. ]
[ When you open your eyes again, you see the streets-made-battlefield once more... but this time, it doesn't fade.
This time you're fully present upon it, shouts and screams ringing in your ears, the towers of City buildings rising up around you to block out the light. What little light might otherwise get through is blocked out by a haze of smoke rising above the entire scene, tinting it all an imposing red.
Some of the mutated, insectlike soldiers, the ones that still have faces instead of bug heads, have familiar faces to you. Faces you knew before you ever set foot on the ship, faces of friends you've met here who have been killed during your tour. Delilah. Nanba. Lucien. Viktor, also over on this side for some reason, Viktorception. They fight, they bleed-- they die right before your eyes, here and there, and if you happen to look at just the right time... some of them get back up, still injured.
Past the front lines of this battle, you can see a bright, golden glow cutting through the murky haze, brilliant and shining, as if acting as a beacon. And when you draw closer to it-
Frost begins to overtake the streets beneath your feet. You pass one soldier encased in ice, hacking their way out with two sharp, buglike limbs, then another lying there frostbitten, then another still frozen in a block of ice. Tremors rumble beneath your feet, growing stronger as you move forward toward that light, and so does the chill in the air. ]
This time you're fully present upon it, shouts and screams ringing in your ears, the towers of City buildings rising up around you to block out the light. What little light might otherwise get through is blocked out by a haze of smoke rising above the entire scene, tinting it all an imposing red.
Some of the mutated, insectlike soldiers, the ones that still have faces instead of bug heads, have familiar faces to you. Faces you knew before you ever set foot on the ship, faces of friends you've met here who have been killed during your tour. Delilah. Nanba. Lucien. Viktor, also over on this side for some reason, Viktorception. They fight, they bleed-- they die right before your eyes, here and there, and if you happen to look at just the right time... some of them get back up, still injured.
Past the front lines of this battle, you can see a bright, golden glow cutting through the murky haze, brilliant and shining, as if acting as a beacon. And when you draw closer to it-
Frost begins to overtake the streets beneath your feet. You pass one soldier encased in ice, hacking their way out with two sharp, buglike limbs, then another lying there frostbitten, then another still frozen in a block of ice. Tremors rumble beneath your feet, growing stronger as you move forward toward that light, and so does the chill in the air. ]
[ hey so the last place she was at sucked but this place kind of also? sucks?? lovelace is here. looking around for the others, expecting the people she came here with, at the most. kind of trying to ignore any other familiar faces in the soldiers. trying really hard.
also she is wearing an extremely blood-soaked hawaiian shirt and has a gun! which she will aim at the first person she sees approaching, despite... the fact that she's looking for her friends. ]
Who's there?
also she is wearing an extremely blood-soaked hawaiian shirt and has a gun! which she will aim at the first person she sees approaching, despite... the fact that she's looking for her friends. ]
Who's there?
[despite [redacted] charles is just strolling out as chill (kind of literally now) and laidback as ever.
though when isabel points a gun at him he holds his hands up.]
Whoa, whoa, it's me! C'mon, I've been looking for you and Shoma this entire time, and this is how you say hi...?
[also for the others' reference he is also wearing a hawaiian shirt and covered in blood and guts. he has a sword that he is still holding his hand.]
though when isabel points a gun at him he holds his hands up.]
Whoa, whoa, it's me! C'mon, I've been looking for you and Shoma this entire time, and this is how you say hi...?
[also for the others' reference he is also wearing a hawaiian shirt and covered in blood and guts. he has a sword that he is still holding his hand.]
Hi.
[looks around, frowning a little now.]
So... where do you think this falls in our mission?
[looks around, frowning a little now.]
So... where do you think this falls in our mission?
[hey guys what's up
throné is here. she looks terrible. she is covered in blood. just like an ungodly amount. she has a knife, a sword, and a huge hole in her chest. not all the way through, but it's pretty bad. also her leg is weird. she also smells faintly like apple juice, but fermented. rotten? anyway.
she is just standing here bluescreening, looking at viktor and lucien getting stabbed and restabbed in the distance.]
throné is here. she looks terrible. she is covered in blood. just like an ungodly amount. she has a knife, a sword, and a huge hole in her chest. not all the way through, but it's pretty bad. also her leg is weird. she also smells faintly like apple juice, but fermented. rotten? anyway.
she is just standing here bluescreening, looking at viktor and lucien getting stabbed and restabbed in the distance.]
[ he's just kind of here, standing off into the distance as he walks and passes by semi-familiar faces. he's mostly in a daze as he goes, but when the tremors start and he hears isabel's voice he stops in his tracks.
he doesn't say anything, standing here also still extremely soaked in blood and in a hawaiian shirt that's way too big for him. there's a robot arm in place of one of his real ones, held awkwardly and close to him. if it looks like his eyes are a little red, no it doesn't fuck you. ]
...just me, Captain.
he doesn't say anything, standing here also still extremely soaked in blood and in a hawaiian shirt that's way too big for him. there's a robot arm in place of one of his real ones, held awkwardly and close to him. if it looks like his eyes are a little red, no it doesn't fuck you. ]
...just me, Captain.
Nowhere important.
[he watches the familiar faces, wincing a bit at the sight of eunhyuk.]
Can't say I like the direction this is heading in.
[he watches the familiar faces, wincing a bit at the sight of eunhyuk.]
Can't say I like the direction this is heading in.
[honestly this is what charles was wondering there have been too many illusions]
[waves a little]
... Hey, Shoma. [though the vibes are Concerned] Glad to see you're still in one piece.
... Hey, Shoma. [though the vibes are Concerned] Glad to see you're still in one piece.
[ mmm you're not lookin' so good kid. (well, neither of us are. no one is.) she puts away the gun and raises her hand to ruffle his hair. and then like. stops before making contact. drops her hand back to her side. ]
Good. Wasn't sure where either of you went.
Good. Wasn't sure where either of you went.
[ he's just standing here and staring at her for a moment like he's trying to also understand if she's real. he's similarly covered in blood and probably gore, though she can faintly make out a hawaiian-patterned shirt he's sort of swimming in. he also has a new robot arm, and it's hard to see but there is a stab wound in his shoulder.
he doesn't really try to get her attention, but the staring is pretty obvious. ]
he doesn't really try to get her attention, but the staring is pretty obvious. ]
[ waves back slowly. ]
Well. In theory. [ he is waving with his robot arm which he is not sure if that counts or not. ] Where did you go?
Well. In theory. [ he is waving with his robot arm which he is not sure if that counts or not. ] Where did you go?
[ this time he doesn't even bother trying to duck away, but she moves at the last second so none ruffle. ]
Yeah. We...walked in together and then you guys disappeared. It was the same, right?
Yeah. We...walked in together and then you guys disappeared. It was the same, right?
[hey buddy! she's also not sure if you're real and probably could not handle it if you weren't. or if you are. the mental state ain't doing so hot. she's scratching kind of violently at one of her arms as she finally looks over at him.]
... Shoma? [a pause.] You're...
[she will move over to him and stop in front of him, and stare.]
... Shoma? [a pause.] You're...
[she will move over to him and stop in front of him, and stare.]
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