[ It does sound nice. Margaret is absorbed in her work so fiercely she probably doesn't even notice how it's beginning to drain her too - her face going pale. She can bring them here. You can bring them here, to this better world, and everything will be okay again. No more Eudora, no more murdering each other on this horrible ship, no more rats or teeth or pain and injustice. You start to see faces, familiar ones, flash across the Astral Sea painted across the ceiling. Magic is filling the room, the stars painted now looking real, flashes of light and sound and arcane energy crackling. Something is about to emerge. Something is arriving.
But at this moment, Sidon reaches for her to grab her - for a moment, Margaret will look at him and there’s a feeling like something curling around his mind. A soft whisper in his ear to head back to the others, everything is fine here but— he’s able to resist. He can tell she tried to cast something on him. Something strange, and controlling. He’ll be able to pull her away, ripping her hands from the floating magical console and everything in the room that was starting to spin screeches to a terrible halt - the feeling of silence right before lightning about to strike.
Owner, you get the feeling … like it is rifling through the recesses of your mind. Searching, seeking. Drawing out that which you desire most and trying to give it form - but form doesn’t come without a price. Nothing can be made from nothing. Dreams can be made reality, but flesh must be taken. As Margaret is interrupted by Sidon, he’ll be able to take the opportunity to wrench his flesh hand free of the orb, but the metal prothesis … it sticks, and then it starts to slow, and then - as easily as paper it explodes, peeling back layers and layers of metal and machinery. He’s free, but at the cost of everthing on that fake arm below the elbow. It is ruined, wasted, sparking and flickering uselessly.
Guy (and the robot) are pulled nearly to the center, near Owner, and as he turns to see his reflection in the orb it is — Luke, looking down curiously at him and the robot. And then it swirls off. He’s able to grab the bot in time (it’s small, or least, what’s left of it is.)
For a moment, everything stills and the fog (since when was there fog) around the ceiling stirs. Then a giant, fleshy hand pushes through, with a scream. It sounds like y̸̪̹̕ouȑ̴̦͝ ̷̺̐͆s̶̨͚͠i̵̞̍s̷͇̬̈͘ter ḓ̶̒y̵͔̹̾ing̶͇̲̈́.̴̤̹̾̓.
The creature (for that is the only word to describe it, even if it seems inadequate), leans down from the ceiling, dragging its fleshy, wretched body with it. It’s face is, well. Almost different to each of you. A groaning, sluggish Sasaki, a Shouxue grimacing in pain - black hair draining to white around her, your sister, your sister, your sister— It’s large enough to curl around the whole room, elongated like a snake with legs and limbs.
You interrupted the process of creation, and it is in pain.
… This is the moment the bot says You have selected the HELP menu for more options! Say QUATTUOR for directions to other locations in the GENESIS WARD Say QUINQUE for the Weather Forecast and Aeor Landing Schedule Locations Say SEX for Further Menu Options
[well, when she's wrenched free she screams, struggling against sidon, trying to claw and scratch at him to stop him from pulling away, but then once she's free, she stops, almost like she's coming back to her senses. her expression goes from furious to frightened and then crumples into tears and she stops struggling against him.
she was so close. she wants it back, she wants them back. she doesn't want this at all.]
Oh, god. I'm - [owner? was owner screaming? is he okay?
at least, that's what she thinks, and then this happens. it almost looks like rosamund, or she sees sheba for a moment, or even sydney for a second - it shouldn't be here. she wants to go back. she holds onto sidon, useless for this round.]
he stumbles backwards as he manages to free himself from the orb, almost falling over but managing to right himself. owner says nothing, panting, trying to will his adrenaline to go back down.
and then there's the scream. he looks up, startled, and sees it. ]
That...
[ does whispers do anything for this? can he try to see what this creature is? ]
[ it startles and hits a deep chord of sadness in him when the spell lifts off his mind, just barely escaping its influence. but the urgency of what just spawned in front of him—it brings him a moment of clarity. she's obviously affected. aren't they all? what is this place? he knew it wasn't safe. he sees blood again. he holds onto margaret, mind turning back on just enough to leap away from one of the many limbs that's encroached too near them.
he has one arm around margaret, and the other drawing his weapon, but there's no way he can immediately bring himself to use it on the pained face of someone he recognizes. he's going to listen to whatever noise the creature is making, even if it sounds too familiar.
also we are having a SERIOUS MOMENT, victoron? please? ]
The whispers are barely whispered. They are screamed, wild and raging and afraid - this is your creation. You have made this here, in the Crucible from your own vital self. These are your memories of these beloved people. Life! Life itself. It is miraculous and awe-inducing. Beautiful. To bring forth life from dreams themselves is the realm of the Gods themselves, and Aeor and its mages will see that power brought to mortals too. No more being a plaything. No more being a puppet. But-- the way to discovery isn't always paved so easily. You are assailed by visions of the past, of others who tried to draw forth life from this terrible arcane machine - of citizens and slaves trapped within for the Greater Good of All. Progress.
The creature makes a strange cacophony of sounds, but to Sidon ... it sounds like prayer. A prayer for healing. And someone calmly explaining the mechanics of steam hydraulic system of the Hexgate tower. And a stoicly silent friend, awaiting your guidance.
It doesn't wait for long, however, swinging a massive limb towards both Margaret and Sidon, trying to knock them off of the balcony together and to the floor. It swings its barbed tail at Guy--
The robot, chipper goes: You have selected More Menu Options! Say SEPTUM to File a Complaint with the Aeor Ethical Testing Committee Say OCTO to Access Public Records of Previous Experiments S-S-S-Sa-Say Ṉ̸̡̗̯͎̗̤͎̫̘̝̣̘͓̱̌̊̉̈̀́͋͌̊̑͊̿͛̽̔͘ͅͅO̶̧̪̘̪̼̥̺͚͔̣̐̅́̏͒̄̅̔́̇̐̕͘̕͝V̷̞̙͇̖̖̝̝̥͙̿̓̒̒̍͝ͅȨ̷̪̘̦͇̻̮̺̺̞̦͚̘͇͔̤̭̽M̴̤̻͇̜̠̀͛͑̒̈́̎̀̅̀̀͒ to access EMER-EMER-MERGENCY SH-SHUTDOWN P̸R̷O̸T̴O̴C̷O̸L̸. ]
[she gets knocked, and we'll see what happens to sidon, but i think she's small enough that she gets knocked to the ground but manages to hang on without falling off the balcony.]
What is that thing?
[that's not the dream she was trying to bring. but she'll take out her pistol and blast at it.]
[ he rubs his temple and decides to maybe try not to check this thing with whispers again any time soon. or at least, without a more concrete idea of what to check on.
for now, though, he will try to get closer to where, using his still good arm to unsheathe his katana. ]
Guy!
[ owner can try to swing at it but idk if he is quick enough. tries to let sipp get some injury if she wants but realistically owner would at least make an attempt here ]
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he's so distracted by what he hears, utterly drawn in by the soft voices and characteristic beats of silence of his loved ones, that he gets hit soundly by this creature's flailing limb and goes right off the balcony. oopsie. ]
[ god why did i roll a 20. while guy too is affected by the sister traumas, owner's inuyasha yell snaps him out of it. also his cool af one armed katana wielding!! ]
[ unfortunately, rolling a 20 means guy has to look cool too. and he darts over to catch sidon in his arms and break his fall!! idk adrenaline or some shit. i will leave the rest of our fates in alli's hands ]
[ It shrieks in pain as the plasma gun rips into it, and then roars like it’s preparing to jump off the side of a space station and fall like, 50 floors on willpower alone. One of its huge hands comes up to try and smash her again - to get her away from the controls of this place. The dream is here to stay, and it won’t be abandoned so easily.
Sidon goes to the floor with a thump - though Guy manages to dramatically catch him before the worst of it. It howls in agony at the chance it was robbed of to finish him and it uses another flailing limb to try and crush them both instead, to eliminate the sight of them. It drips an evil, black and purple goop that sears as it hits the skin, filled with malevolence that seems so palpable this close. It stinks, of blood and panic. Failure. Guy, it is all the weight of a pile of corpses, death rattles and sacrifice. Even a nat 20 can’t protect you from the sins of your past.
Owner, the faces of Butterfly and Spider seem gentle, and soft - do they not serve you? Are they not under your command? It’s transfixing. At least, until your katana slices into their flesh and they scream in pain. Why? You called them here. It came from your mind. IT WAS YOU WHO DID THIS.
Victoron sits there placidly. `No response detected. To hear options again, say REPEAT.`]
[well, this time it successfully knocks her off the platform, sending her sprawling to the ground, crushing her leg underneath her. she will try to use some of her new arcana skills. will a 'hold person' work on this thing? i know it's a monster, but maybe if she tries, she can hold it back for just a moment?]
[ sipp single-handedly trying to make us dodge injury. he scrambles upright so he doesn't crush guy, but the second swipe leaves them dealing with The Goop.
he's going to make a str check to pin and hold this limb in place with his trident and prosthetic arm once it strikes at them. but he is really hesitant to do much more damage. sorry guys. ]
[ listen i wasn't going to use my 20 on seducing sister monster SORRY besides they probably have some cracked ribs from the impact or something. ]
[ but uh, unfortunately, it is true that the natural 20 can't save him now. very uncharacteristically, he actually freezes up. the weight of a pile of corpses is right, and it's crushing. ]
[ Actually, as Margaret raises her hand to try casting her spell - Hold Person - the monster's face flickers through a few -- No, that's an android, a brain slug, a clone, a cyborg, anguatunisian-- None of them a quite right until she is staring you down, looking disappointed. You would walk away from this Margaret? Everything you tried to build together?
And then Owner sinks his blade into her face and she screams.
Sidon can make a pretty successful attempt to hold down the limb - it's difficult, because it's thrashing wildly, covered in scars from thorns it ran through to try and escape, please, please let it choose its own story, it's own dream. But he holds it down. Keeps it in place.
Guy, you're suffering a lot. Maybe distracted enough you don't see the spiked tail swinging down to hit you again in this moment. But perhaps that was written in the Score all along. Guy Cecil: Killed by a dream.
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[some of us don't have sisters so the monster has to turn into our bitch ex. well, guess what, she's mad at her! yes, she wants to walk away from it, god damn it! she doesn't want to be part of this bullshit! don't you have an art school party to attend or something?
owner is stabbing this thing, so she will try with a shaky hand to shoot it and make sure it stays down.]
[ the siblingless pair is probably better off. he really can't do this—he holds it down long enough that it doesn't interrupt margaret and owner, but beyond that, he lets go of the creature like it's scorched him.
he tries to wipe off the goo, looking for any way out that isn't fighting this creature. ]
We need to move!
[ where is this control center? he'll take a slash at the tail that's coming at guy but sipp can get however fucked up she wants ]
[ anyway, guy can get fucked up a little as a tweat to me bc i'm tired of him rolling 20s and looking cool. sidon slows it down, but he is definitely getting fuckin hit with a spiked tail and maybe impaled a little who knows ]
[ she shoots it and the plasma bolt goes through its eye and its suddenly Owner's face on the creature, looking ... happy, to be shot in this way. It sighs relief when the sword slices into its body. This could be over. Maybe that's the way out. If they all just were quiet, and laid down, they could all dream together here in this place and they wouldn't have to hurt one another. There doesn't have to be violence. But it understands - many fight against the future when it arrives, but inevitably it marches on.
Where is the control center. You're so tired now, tired of fighting, tired of all the struggle. It's probably somewhere high, where you could see the arena below - overlooking it all. But that seems like a lot of effort. ]
[ guy gets hit by the tail despite his efforts, but he sees this creature morph into owner, and he's suddenly wearied and finds it difficult to go help him. it's hard to do anything—he hadn't wanted to fight this beast anyway?
maybe they could just stop.
...but margaret speaks, and he blinks back to awareness, trying to lift her so they can go up to the panel together. guy and owner will have to distract this thing for now. ]
[ mission accepted. guy got impaled or some shit but he is staggering towards owner, his untailsmacked hand coming to rest on owner's shoulder this is the hand with the friendship bracelet. bitch i told you i'd get you ]
Hey, [ he says quietly, roughly. but he's staring at the creature too ] It's not.... [ he wants to say it's not real, but he's struggling a little bit ] It's.. not them. Not you.
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[ as he plants his feet and tries to slow/stop getting dragged down!! he will try to use his cha and dex to try to get this robot to help ]
Victoron! Help!
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But at this moment, Sidon reaches for her to grab her - for a moment, Margaret will look at him and there’s a feeling like something curling around his mind. A soft whisper in his ear to head back to the others, everything is fine here but— he’s able to resist. He can tell she tried to cast something on him. Something strange, and controlling. He’ll be able to pull her away, ripping her hands from the floating magical console and everything in the room that was starting to spin screeches to a terrible halt - the feeling of silence right before lightning about to strike.
Owner, you get the feeling … like it is rifling through the recesses of your mind. Searching, seeking. Drawing out that which you desire most and trying to give it form - but form doesn’t come without a price. Nothing can be made from nothing. Dreams can be made reality, but flesh must be taken. As Margaret is interrupted by Sidon, he’ll be able to take the opportunity to wrench his flesh hand free of the orb, but the metal prothesis … it sticks, and then it starts to slow, and then - as easily as paper it explodes, peeling back layers and layers of metal and machinery. He’s free, but at the cost of everthing on that fake arm below the elbow. It is ruined, wasted, sparking and flickering uselessly.
Guy (and the robot) are pulled nearly to the center, near Owner, and as he turns to see his reflection in the orb it is — Luke, looking down curiously at him and the robot. And then it swirls off. He’s able to grab the bot in time (it’s small, or least, what’s left of it is.)
For a moment, everything stills and the fog (since when was there fog) around the ceiling stirs. Then a giant, fleshy hand pushes through, with a scream. It sounds like y̸̪̹̕ouȑ̴̦͝ ̷̺̐͆s̶̨͚͠i̵̞̍s̷͇̬̈͘ter ḓ̶̒y̵͔̹̾ing̶͇̲̈́.̴̤̹̾̓.
The creature (for that is the only word to describe it, even if it seems inadequate), leans down from the ceiling, dragging its fleshy, wretched body with it. It’s face is, well. Almost different to each of you. A groaning, sluggish Sasaki, a Shouxue grimacing in pain - black hair draining to white around her, your sister, your sister, your sister— It’s large enough to curl around the whole room, elongated like a snake with legs and limbs.
You interrupted the process of creation, and it is in pain.
… This is the moment the bot says You have selected the HELP menu for more options!
Say QUATTUOR for directions to other locations in the GENESIS WARD
Say QUINQUE for the Weather Forecast and Aeor Landing Schedule Locations
Say SEX for Further Menu Options
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she was so close. she wants it back, she wants them back. she doesn't want this at all.]
Oh, god. I'm - [owner? was owner screaming? is he okay?
at least, that's what she thinks, and then this happens. it almost looks like rosamund, or she sees sheba for a moment, or even sydney for a second - it shouldn't be here. she wants to go back. she holds onto sidon, useless for this round.]
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he stumbles backwards as he manages to free himself from the orb, almost falling over but managing to right himself. owner says nothing, panting, trying to will his adrenaline to go back down.
and then there's the scream. he looks up, startled, and sees it. ]
That...
[ does whispers do anything for this? can he try to see what this creature is? ]
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he has one arm around margaret, and the other drawing his weapon, but there's no way he can immediately bring himself to use it on the pained face of someone he recognizes. he's going to listen to whatever noise the creature is making, even if it sounds too familiar.
also we are having a SERIOUS MOMENT, victoron? please? ]
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The whispers are barely whispered. They are screamed, wild and raging and afraid - this is your creation. You have made this here, in the Crucible from your own vital self. These are your memories of these beloved people. Life! Life itself. It is miraculous and awe-inducing. Beautiful. To bring forth life from dreams themselves is the realm of the Gods themselves, and Aeor and its mages will see that power brought to mortals too. No more being a plaything. No more being a puppet. But-- the way to discovery isn't always paved so easily. You are assailed by visions of the past, of others who tried to draw forth life from this terrible arcane machine - of citizens and slaves trapped within for the Greater Good of All. Progress.
The creature makes a strange cacophony of sounds, but to Sidon ... it sounds like prayer. A prayer for healing. And someone calmly explaining the mechanics of steam hydraulic system of the Hexgate tower. And a stoicly silent friend, awaiting your guidance.
It doesn't wait for long, however, swinging a massive limb towards both Margaret and Sidon, trying to knock them off of the balcony together and to the floor. It swings its barbed tail at Guy--
The robot, chipper goes:
You have selected More Menu Options!
Say SEPTUM to File a Complaint with the Aeor Ethical Testing Committee
Say OCTO to Access Public Records of Previous Experiments
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What is that thing?
[that's not the dream she was trying to bring. but she'll take out her pistol and blast at it.]
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for now, though, he will try to get closer to where, using his still good arm to unsheathe his katana. ]
Guy!
[ owner can try to swing at it but idk if he is quick enough. tries to let sipp get some injury if she wants but realistically owner would at least make an attempt here ]
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he's so distracted by what he hears, utterly drawn in by the soft voices and characteristic beats of silence of his loved ones, that he gets hit soundly by this creature's flailing limb and goes right off the balcony. oopsie. ]
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[ unfortunately, rolling a 20 means guy has to look cool too. and he darts over to catch sidon in his arms and break his fall!! idk adrenaline or some shit. i will leave the rest of our fates in alli's hands ]
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Sidon goes to the floor with a thump - though Guy manages to dramatically catch him before the worst of it. It howls in agony at the chance it was robbed of to finish him and it uses another flailing limb to try and crush them both instead, to eliminate the sight of them. It drips an evil, black and purple goop that sears as it hits the skin, filled with malevolence that seems so palpable this close. It stinks, of blood and panic. Failure. Guy, it is all the weight of a pile of corpses, death rattles and sacrifice. Even a nat 20 can’t protect you from the sins of your past.
Owner, the faces of Butterfly and Spider seem gentle, and soft - do they not serve you? Are they not under your command? It’s transfixing. At least, until your katana slices into their flesh and they scream in pain. Why? You called them here. It came from your mind. IT WAS YOU WHO DID THIS.
Victoron sits there placidly. `No response detected. To hear options again, say REPEAT.`]
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it makes him hesitate. and then he tries to stab again, a little harder. ]
I know.
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he's going to make a str check to pin and hold this limb in place with his trident and prosthetic arm once it strikes at them. but he is really hesitant to do much more damage. sorry guys. ]
Novem!
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[ but uh, unfortunately, it is true that the natural 20 can't save him now. very uncharacteristically, he actually freezes up. the weight of a pile of corpses is right, and it's crushing. ]
M... Mary....
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And then Owner sinks his blade into her face and she screams.
Sidon can make a pretty successful attempt to hold down the limb - it's difficult, because it's thrashing wildly, covered in scars from thorns it ran through to try and escape, please, please let it choose its own story, it's own dream. But he holds it down. Keeps it in place.
Guy, you're suffering a lot. Maybe distracted enough you don't see the spiked tail swinging down to hit you again in this moment. But perhaps that was written in the Score all along. Guy Cecil: Killed by a dream.
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owner is stabbing this thing, so she will try with a shaky hand to shoot it and make sure it stays down.]
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see, they still get along, their tag team. ]
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he tries to wipe off the goo, looking for any way out that isn't fighting this creature. ]
We need to move!
[ where is this control center? he'll take a slash at the tail that's coming at guy but sipp can get however fucked up she wants ]
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[ anyway, guy can get fucked up a little as a tweat to me bc i'm tired of him rolling 20s and looking cool. sidon slows it down, but he is definitely getting fuckin hit with a spiked tail and maybe impaled a little who knows ]
[ that's what he gets for having a sister ]
[ he'll be useful next turn, probably ]
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Where is the control center. You're so tired now, tired of fighting, tired of all the struggle. It's probably somewhere high, where you could see the arena below - overlooking it all. But that seems like a lot of effort. ]
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[her leg is broken but she will start trying to drag herself back up there but sidon is free to step over her body and get there first.]
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owner does not try this, because he just stares at the creature, transfixed. his blade stills in his hand. ]
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maybe they could just stop.
...but margaret speaks, and he blinks back to awareness, trying to lift her so they can go up to the panel together. guy and owner will have to distract this thing for now. ]
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Hey, [ he says quietly, roughly. but he's staring at the creature too ] It's not.... [ he wants to say it's not real, but he's struggling a little bit ] It's.. not them. Not you.
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