[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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>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.]