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floatingplot) wrote2012-06-14 02:33 pm
floatingplot) wrote2012-06-14 02:33 pm[Team Cats / Part 2]
[You have escaped. Congratulations, surely all your problems are over and you can return to your apartments- Oh, wait, no.]
floatingplot) wrote2012-06-14 02:33 pm
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There is a pause. Then she starts yelling.]
What the holy mother of FUCK is even going on out there?! Bloody fucking golems in some kind of underground something or other and a bloody temple that just screams YOU ARE FUCKING DOOMED on top of a bloody hospital with some kind of tentacle demons and a jail full of more of the bloody things and a metric crap-ton of those zombie things all over the goddamn place...
[She shudders, and keeps right on yelling.]
And there's others of us here too and some of 'em are getting chased around by bloody others of us who are glowin' like they're zombies too and WHAT THE BLOODY MOTHER OF FUCK IS EDWARD GODDAMN FINKLESTEIN DOING FLYING AROUND LIKE HE OWNS THE GODDAMN PLACE not that it matters because FUCKING ZOMBIE GOLEM HORRORS...
[She.. isn't stopping.]
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We. Are. Fucked.
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[With an entire world of mindfuckery. Ulp. Deep breaths.]
The other survivors are all making their way towards a temple in the center. This road will lead to it. I didn't see anything threatening along the way... but there's things in the other areas the survivors are coming out from, and there's no telling what they'll do.
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For now, we make our way to the temple at the highest speeds we can. Once there, we will keep an eye out for any other survivors in a predicament. Once we have a group, we may work on a proper escape plan.
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Current events feed missing, repeating most recent entry...
With the current state of the city, all is not lost. Under the wise guidance of the king, the space program is being refitted into crafts able to reach the surface and the cities beyond.]
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That seems plot-important.
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We have our out.
That's. Incredibly fortuitous.
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Current events feed missing, replaying older entries...
The marine vessel program has been attacked by terrorists believed to be supporting the Servants. While they have yet to make a statement about it, [Static] no survivors.
You're almost there!]
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Be careful. The light and sound of these screens may summon more enemies.
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[Meliora just runs faster.]
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It was a glorious thing, you can see white marble through the soot, broken statues littering the ground that once rivalled the Michael. Far larger than any of the temples on Atuin, this is the temple to the God itself.
And it is patterned in waves.
There's heavy double doors on ground level.]
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Gonna go push one of the doors open...]
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The God appears on a world of raging water, alone.
He builds an island, and He crafts people to live on it, people in His image with all the traits of Humans, Long, Bast and Angha.
They shine like a beacon, so brightly that things begin to reach towards the world. Black things that eclipse the moon and sun, things reaching with twisted limbs and baring fractal teeth.
So He reaches into the crystal heart of the world and breaks away four crystals.
In His hands, they become four people, each a pale mirror to His own brilliance, for they only have one trait each of the species.
The blue-robed one, holding a sparkling rainbow fire, him merely the human body.
The red-robed one, casting dice with a smile, she who possesses only the glorious wings of the Angha.
The green-robed one, grasping a halberd, with the strength of the Long.
The yellow-robed one, wielding a sword, with the ears and eyes of the Bast.
Those four kneel at the four corners of the world and keep away the dark things while He stands king over all.
It ends there.
There is an altar at the back of this room, a heavy wooden thing, with a priest slumped over it clutching a scroll.
In the far corner there is an door opened to the first steps of a spiral staircase leading upwards.]
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For a long time, she just stops and stares.
Then her fingertips begin to crackle with energy, apparently even without her noticing. One hand giving off crackling electricity, the other more freezing mist.
The energy is only growing.
Mel, you have seconds to defuse this before the entire temple explodes.]
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...Now isn't the time to talk about this.
Right?
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But this is blasphemy. This is the boogeyman trying to claim sympathy. This is Darth Vader saying he didn't really blow up Alderaan. This is wrong and shouldn't be allowed to be. The rage she has bottled up from before finds its exit here.
But she does know to pull her punch. She raises her hand and lightning rains down upon the murals, with burning and force, and she keeps going, well past the point where it's unreadable, she's going to take out the entire wall it was on.]
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It was a retaining wall.
As the gate falls from the second floor it ignites and creates a portal.
You have approximately 3 seconds to reach it before the rest of the temple goes down on your heads.]
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In an accident the knight caused?
Not likely.
Neferti throws an ice spell on the ground in front of Mel to trip her, lifts her up, and bodily flings her through the portal, before charging after her to try to make it in herself. But that took time, and this is shaky at best. If she does manage to make it, it will be barely at best.]
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