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WEEK SEVEN: MINGLE
WEEK SEVEN: MINGLE (21 remain) Rise and shine, gremlins. The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and it's the start of a new week. To the participants, yesterday's events may seem distant now—albeit not as distant as their life before this. Whether or not they notice, they will have lost a memory upon waking up. As usual, the participants will find that their lodgings have changed, and should anyone check their PHS, Chiron, Ochako, Soo-won, and Dorothy's profiles have been removed. They may also find that they have difficulty recalling complete details of the past weeks. Furthermore, it looks as though the rules have updated. Not everything is the same as the previous pattern, though. The barrier to the north is back up, and once more, what lies beyond is an empty field. In contrast, however, participants may notice that they can finally access a place they haven't been able to before... Additionally, it looks like the Leaders aren't around. No matter where the participants look, they're nowhere to be found. Should anyone try calling for them in the Planetarium, there will be no response—not even a message telling the participant that they're busy. Finally, everything around the participants begins to... glitch? Buildings may suddenly blink out of existence and then back in, random items like chairs or cups may suddenly distort even while they're being used, and looking at any particular thing for too long may give someone a headache. It's worse than it was that one week, though: participants will find that it's happening to themselves as well. Body parts might suddenly glitch out of existence then back in, and there will be a shot of pain when it occurs. It'll happen randomly, but it also seems to occur more often if they're touching something or another person. |
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Well, something to think about later. When the images of a fleeting victory crumble into nothing, and all that's left is the four of them and the again-unconscious falcon.
His gaze drops down to the bird in Zuko's arms, his hand on Usagi's back and his brow furrowed, before he moves to look at everything - at least, until more voices begin to echo throughout the ruin around them. The same words stick in his mind that do in Xie Lian's, and it's almost like someone took one of the "spears" and ran it through him.
Xie Lian's reaction is what wrenches it deeper.
Every step is followed, every trace of hesitation seen, the shaking of his hand driving the pain in further and further, as he remembers being forced to watch a ceremony, with no body to fight with, no hands to offer comfort with, no strength to do anything. It doesn't matter if it's only eight spears - to Xie Lian, and so to Hua Cheng, it's a hundred swords all over again. It's no wonder that this bond was forged.
He steps forward, following, but surveys the weapons.
After finding out what happens when they touch them - whether it's just him checking, or Zuko and Usagi check as well, it doesn't matter - he makes his decision.
Hua Cheng straightens, moving into the circle proper, and hooks the toe of his boot under the trident, kicking it up to catch. While he has his saber, this is a weapon provided by this memory, and is the only one to remain solid. It means something. He will not let some figment from Goat's past come near it, for risk that it could be used against them. ]
No. [ He sounds furious, in just one word.
He is not just some ghost fire, unable to fight, unable to protect. Not this time.
This will not happen again - it doesn't matter if it's to Xie Lian (although he knows he'd offer himself up, he remembers him doing it, for a people suffering the sins of a war long over), or if it's to the defenseless goat. ]
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[ there’s no time to stop it, no time to reactivate her temporary fix, all Usagi can do is look on in horror as the world turns to ash around them. but-
this falcon of theirs……… standing as close to zuko as she was, usagi slides a gentle finger down the back of its head in thanks as she too takes in this scene. both dad's reactions make her heart ache, the emotion behind both of their words clear enough to know Something about it is familiar to them. ]
How dare you assume we would hurt an innocent soul! There is nothing you say that would turn our hand against those we protect!
[ she’s stepping in slow circles, yelling at clouds, though the way her shoulders pull back and the defiant jut of her chin makes it seem like she’s done this before. all she needs now is the light of the moon to turn her into the sailor guardian she is. ]
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The group chooses to do nothing. The first voices speak again, urgent. ]
He is—
[ At that moment, though, vapour spills from the void, dark and filled with teeth and eyes. If any of them look up, it will hurt their own eyes, to the point where they might bleed—it's like looking at something that doesn't exist within the second or third dimension, not meant to be perceived by their eyes.
The pressure increases, and intense pain will wrack their bodies, screaming through their heads and forcing them to the ground. The goat slips from Xie Lian's arms; the weapon, from Hua Cheng's hands. The group will feel deathly cold.
Amidst the darkness, though, sunlight begins to peek from the horizon. ]
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i mean. well! pain is nothing he's not used to, so -- when xie lian drops, he drops hard, but both of his forearms fall on either side of where the goat fell, putting his body over top of the little creature without touching him, as protectively as he can, blood trickling down his cheeks.
even now, with the agony of the pain, with the sudden frozen chill of death, xie lian tries to protect goat. if he dies here, then maybe he'll have saved someone.]
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But he braces against it, regardless. And he sees that light, through the blood - and maybe that's an end to all this, no matter which direction it lands. ]
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her hand grips her locket tightly, squinting at the faint light of the horizon. ]
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Maybe we should go towards it.
[ the light... he might also have one of the weapons too i guess but he ain't gonna stab bb goat ]
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And then, dawn breaks.
The falcon awakens, radiating light, before departing from Zuko. For a moment, if they focus, they might see a man amidst the glow, as he smiles gently down at Zuko and places a hand atop his head. Thank you.
A blink later, though, and he's nothing more than a bird, making his way over to the goat. He presses himself against the other animal, softly, as a voice echoes into the air.
"Do you remember when we named the stars together? One star for each soul... a light for every soul... I gave a star to each and every one of my children, and humans gave names to everything I made.
The name of that feeling is...
'Love'.
This is the last story I need to teach you.
Lessa. Continue to follow your heart. Just as there is love that does not fade, your tears should not end with just pain."
Finally, the last of his life fades, and with a last shine of warm light, he disappears. ]
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Then, it transforms, into a familiar figure. Goat—Lessa reaches out to steady Xie Lian, despite the weakness of his grasp. Shifting back, he looks around, before understanding sinks. Grief fills his face, because in the end, he knows.
Whether it be here, in his memories, or in reality, 'Ra' is gone.
Still, with determination in his eyes, he picks up the weapon that Hua Cheng dropped. He raises it above his head, vibrant energy swirling around it as he does so—and then, although this is what the group was trying to avoid, he stabs it right through his torso.
Power surges, and, abruptly, it's as if the world jolts. At last, some of the pain and pressure leaves the four; enough, at least, that they can move, however much effort it might require even to struggle.
Blood doesn't spill from where Lessa impaled himself, although it sure still looks like it hurts! A lot! Gritting his teeth through the pain, the 'spear' still pierced through his body, Lessa manages to speak. ]
You cannot hesitate...! To seal her away, there's no other—!
[ He's very sorry about everyone's trauma, but?
PLEASE
JUST STAB HIM ]
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but, the first time that xie lian says - ] Lessa! [ the name is torn out of his throat in a cry, instead.
and. honestly. it's...it's what he would do. xl deserved every "LOOKS AT XIE LIAN" comment i just got in the discord server. in this situation, it is the same desperation he would have taken on to try and stop something like this. it is the exact same suffering he took on in that temple. that he was ready to take on in yong'an, again.
he looks at lessa, dark eyes searching his face - and there is sorrow and suffering, and understanding. ] All eight...? [ he asks, just once, to confirm, and looks at the others.
and then... ] ... It has to be all eight of the weapons.
Hand me two of them.
[ once he's been handed (rolls dice) the chain and the orb, they change into the same sharp looking light spear weapons. xie lian looks back at lessa, again, trying to meet his eyes. ]
I'm here. [ he says, in a voice that aches with empathy, repeating the words goat said to him, what feels like months ago, now.
"they used you, instead."
because he knows exactly what this is going to feel like, as he pulls the spear out with all of the nerfed godly strength he has, grips it tight enough to go white knuckled around the first weapon.
his other arm comes to wrap around lessa's shoulders, steadying, and he holds on tight, closes his eyes and turns his head to the side. ] Don't be afraid.
[ his strike is true and clean, at the heart.
he grabs the second weapon he was handed, waits for it to change, squeezes his arm tight around his shoulders - and the stabs that one in an empty spot, too.
if it the energy that warps off of it hits him too, that's fine.
xie lian's not letting go. ]
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Anyways.
The thing about this, in the end, is that -
It's Goat's choice. It's Lessa's. No sacrificial altar where he's been bound, no defenseless and unconscious creature waiting for the slaughter. And while every part of Hua Cheng hates this, and, yes, the trauma of a hundred swords is very real between he and Xie Lian... they don't really seem to have a choice in the matter, if Lessa is going to do it even without their help.
He raises a staying hand to Zuko and Usagi, because they shouldn't feel like they have to do this. (But he won't coddle them on it; if they decide to, then they decide to.) ]
Gege. [ And he joins him, despite the struggle of it, touching his shoulder before grabbing ( spins wheel ) the gauntlet. If it rebounds to hit him, too, then he doesn't care. He takes the light spear that the weapon becomes, and then -
- drives it into Lessa's body, swift, as merciful as it can be for what it is.
Four.
The next, the ( spins wheel ) gun. The moment it becomes the spear it needs to be, he picks another place and makes it quick, too.
Five. Three more to go. ]
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in her mind's eye all she can see is a much younger sailor moon, overlapped with the princess she once was, sword in hand as it pierces her stomach.
with that, usagi's face tightens and she picks up the flute, waiting for it to change in her hands. there's a pause, her face twisting momentarily before she thrusts forward with the spear. ]
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Through the pain, Lessa smiles up at them, as if to reassure them. Everything will be all right.
Each of them stabs him with the weapons, until it ends with Zuko. With the last pierced through Lessa, power erupts from where he is, blinding light soaring into the sky and repelling the group away from him, while ashes swirl into the air like a storm.
All four of them will feel their energy leave their body, as though they've exerted themselves more than they can handle. As they drift into unconsciousness, however, they will see the figure of Lessa, looking almost monstrous as 'she' tries to escape; in their last moments, for just a brief second, he looks like someone else.
Then, everything fades to black.
(Which is to say, congratulations, you all are done for now!) ]