[As Dion and Luke breathe their last, the room finally stills for good. No more suffering. No more struggle. No more tearing yourselves and each other apart, trying to find balance between the logical drive to survive and emotions from bleeding hearts that both do and don't belong to you.
Sheba, Diluc, Dahut and Scien's corpses are all lined up tidily in the observation room, while Luke and Dion remain where they fell in the cell. There's a peace in death, even if it doesn't come gently. It's the last and most permanent rest from a cruel, unkind, unchanging world. It would be nice to stay that way, cradled in the cold and ceaseless silence. Anyone that has been through what you have would agree.
A lone set of footsteps echo through the silent building as your captor and tormentor comes to tidy things up. Did they receive a satisfactory answer to their question? Did you?
Your rest is cut short as your consciousness is wrenched back into your body. You blink awake in a blinding white room, and before you can even get your bearings, you're being ushered or shoved or bodily thrown back out through a rift and into the familiar halls of the Eudora's underbelly once more.]
[And of course, it wouldn't be a true adventure from hell without some lingering souvenirs, right?
First: you have your pick of the injuries you accrued throughout both act I and act II of this event! Yay! Feel free to play that out as you'd like or die immediately on exit if you wish.
Luke has only one way to seek salvation: vulnerability, honesty, and the need to ask for help. Swallow your pride. As much as you care to play with, he will find both his secrets and fears spilling from his lips as though he’s at a confessional hoping for some false god to grant him reprieve. He will also find himself convinced that for some reason, he will never see Rosa again.
Dahut has been absolutely ruined by the devastation of hope. A toxic sense of optimism will permeate, as much as you care to play with. It festers in his heart, dulling his sense of being able to recognize the pain he went through—until it breaks in a flood. Swinging wildly between a saintly sense of forgiveness, only to suddenly crumble and give in to overwhelming physical and emotional ache. He will also find his sense of touch numbed.
Sheba has found the way that the heart is weighed down by the burden of trust. As much as you care to play with, she will begin to question each gentle handhold, every warm embrace, and even the gentlest kind word. How much of that do they mean? Hasn’t she already put her faith in enough people, only to have it broken? She will also find herself convinced that she was the cause of all her friends’ demises, a curse upon those she cares for.
Dion has been besieged by a sense of responsibility far larger than he is. As much as you care to play with, he finds himself desperate to take everyone else's burdens onto his shoulders, no matter how big or small, as if it's his duty to take on the emotional and physical suffering of others. This can manifest any way you want, from Dion playing therapist to protecting others from slumber party beatdowns to making promises to fix things that he just can't keep, and more. Additionally, he'll occasionally feel as though a weight's pressing down upon his chest, making it painful and difficult to breathe.
Scien has fallen to the madness of mournful longing. As much as you care to play with, he's sometimes beset by an agonized and empty loneliness, as if missing someone or something to the point of despair. Sometimes he can't put a finger on what it is, and other times it can take the shape of a person long gone (or even one still here and very much in front of him). He also experiences occasional bursts of excruciating, incapacitating pain radiating from his mouth, throat and stomach, as if he's consumed something horrendously toxic. Sometimes it's so painful that he can barely move.
Diluc has to handle the confusion of an identity that's more than a little muddled. As much as you care to play with, he's possessed by snatches of the other lives he's lived throughout his adventure, or even lives beyond that. In those moments, he'll fully believe that he is his AU'd self, though glimmers of the true feelings he holds toward other characters will shine through. He also experiences occasional piercing headaches and bouts of full-body weakness that make him susceptible to passing out for short periods of time.
All six of you will share one last effect. (Well, it’ll only affect four and a half of you.) But in waves that come and go at your leisure, the pain will numb. In fact, everything will numb! The pupils of your eyes will suddenly glow a vivid cyan, bright. Welcome to being a Reliver again, bitch! Your emotions will dampen, curbing the edges of your rage, sorrow, and joy. Some emotions might entirely disappear for these brief blips. Is this upsetting to you? Or a relief?
Only time will tell. Good thing you have so much of it.]
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FINAL BOW
Sheba, Diluc, Dahut and Scien's corpses are all lined up tidily in the observation room, while Luke and Dion remain where they fell in the cell. There's a peace in death, even if it doesn't come gently. It's the last and most permanent rest from a cruel, unkind, unchanging world. It would be nice to stay that way, cradled in the cold and ceaseless silence. Anyone that has been through what you have would agree.
A lone set of footsteps echo through the silent building as your captor and tormentor comes to tidy things up. Did they receive a satisfactory answer to their question? Did you?
...No matter. This is Arpéchéle, after all. Death is more nuisance than respite, and the living just keep on living regardless of how long ago their clocks ran down to that last, ugly second.
Your rest is cut short as your consciousness is wrenched back into your body. You blink awake in a blinding white room, and before you can even get your bearings, you're being ushered or shoved or bodily thrown back out through a rift and into the familiar halls of the Eudora's underbelly once more.]
>EFFECTS
First: you have your pick of the injuries you accrued throughout both act I and act II of this event! Yay! Feel free to play that out as you'd like or die immediately on exit if you wish.
Luke has only one way to seek salvation: vulnerability, honesty, and the need to ask for help. Swallow your pride. As much as you care to play with, he will find both his secrets and fears spilling from his lips as though he’s at a confessional hoping for some false god to grant him reprieve. He will also find himself convinced that for some reason, he will never see Rosa again.
Dahut has been absolutely ruined by the devastation of hope. A toxic sense of optimism will permeate, as much as you care to play with. It festers in his heart, dulling his sense of being able to recognize the pain he went through—until it breaks in a flood. Swinging wildly between a saintly sense of forgiveness, only to suddenly crumble and give in to overwhelming physical and emotional ache. He will also find his sense of touch numbed.
Sheba has found the way that the heart is weighed down by the burden of trust. As much as you care to play with, she will begin to question each gentle handhold, every warm embrace, and even the gentlest kind word. How much of that do they mean? Hasn’t she already put her faith in enough people, only to have it broken? She will also find herself convinced that she was the cause of all her friends’ demises, a curse upon those she cares for.
Dion has been besieged by a sense of responsibility far larger than he is. As much as you care to play with, he finds himself desperate to take everyone else's burdens onto his shoulders, no matter how big or small, as if it's his duty to take on the emotional and physical suffering of others. This can manifest any way you want, from Dion playing therapist to protecting others from slumber party beatdowns to making promises to fix things that he just can't keep, and more. Additionally, he'll occasionally feel as though a weight's pressing down upon his chest, making it painful and difficult to breathe.
Scien has fallen to the madness of mournful longing. As much as you care to play with, he's sometimes beset by an agonized and empty loneliness, as if missing someone or something to the point of despair. Sometimes he can't put a finger on what it is, and other times it can take the shape of a person long gone (or even one still here and very much in front of him). He also experiences occasional bursts of excruciating, incapacitating pain radiating from his mouth, throat and stomach, as if he's consumed something horrendously toxic. Sometimes it's so painful that he can barely move.
Diluc has to handle the confusion of an identity that's more than a little muddled. As much as you care to play with, he's possessed by snatches of the other lives he's lived throughout his adventure, or even lives beyond that. In those moments, he'll fully believe that he is his AU'd self, though glimmers of the true feelings he holds toward other characters will shine through. He also experiences occasional piercing headaches and bouts of full-body weakness that make him susceptible to passing out for short periods of time.
All six of you will share one last effect. (Well, it’ll only affect four and a half of you.) But in waves that come and go at your leisure, the pain will numb. In fact, everything will numb! The pupils of your eyes will suddenly glow a vivid cyan, bright. Welcome to being a Reliver again, bitch! Your emotions will dampen, curbing the edges of your rage, sorrow, and joy. Some emotions might entirely disappear for these brief blips. Is this upsetting to you? Or a relief?
Only time will tell. Good thing you have so much of it.]