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Started by Anastasia, December 25, 2019, 07:06:03 PM

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Nephrite

[14:52] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+26
[14:52] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 27 > [d20=1]

sigh...

Anastasia

> roll 1d100 the table shall speak
<Penuche> Sunshine_Ko invokes Penuche's magic: < 94 > [d100=94]

Give me a Fortitude save and a Will save.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

[14:58] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+33 fort
[14:58] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 34 > [d20=1]
[14:58] <Nephrite> roll 1d20+38 will
[14:58] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 47 > [d20=9]

I give up.

Anastasia

You push and it's wrong.

OH NO!

You feel the tearing, the same tearing as you felt before. It's like you're tearing apart from the inside out, wrong and tearing and twisting - !!!

"MOORE!" Sylvie's voice, a high pitched scream that shatters your solitude. "NO!"

You're twisting and eyes. So many eyes and noses and faces and sight and sight and sight and sight and sight and sight and it's so bright.

"MOORE!" Xandra is there, eyes wide with panic and fear. "Don't let it!"

What is she crying about? Why is she crying? You can see so much. There's so much light to be seen.

You have so many eyes to see with. They seem so small compared to you now. Just...tiny things of no importance. What strange sounds they make. Alien to you, wrong. What are those things they have? Why does moisture come from them? Why are they do dim compared to the light?

What are they? They're wrong. You twist as you see them, it's wrong like everything here. You need to make them bright, you need to make them see.

It's so easy to make them see, because -

!

One part of you remembers.

You had hope, didn't you?

These tiny things, you had some shard of hope.

You remember.

Moore screams from a hundred mouths, a moment of overwhelming terror hitting you as you see so much and yet not enough.

You scream from a hundred mouths. Your mouths.

You have to remember. You have to keep remembering yourself. You have to keep remembering Moore. If you forget, there's no going back, you know that now.

Cresiel watches. Xandra watches. Kaja watches, one leg gone, twisted away. Jetina watches, an arm boiling magma, twitching and extending out in impossible fractals of flame. Sylvie watches. All of them so tiny and dim compared to you.

Myriad watches from afar. He watches with a cool, disinterested gaze, the dead, fleshless visage of death itself. He regards you, as if studying you. He is not tiny at all - he is not big or small, he simply is, a hundred thousand millions billion trillion times over and over and over.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

No, not when he's come this far.

Not when so much is riding on this.

He died once, he was reborn, he's who he is now.

He's Moore, who woke up in Venya -- confused, alone, but alive.

He's Moore, who found his way through the light of Celestia, to the bottom of the ocean.

He's Moore, who sat with Erathaol and learned of the destiny that Aurora fought against, against the likes of The Duke of Destiny and Hell.

He's Moore, who made so many friends within Aurora, even though he had forgotten who he was.

He's Moore, who watched as Aurora suffered from the losses of Muirfinn and Leif. He could never do that to his friends -- to make them sad like that, to lose him.

He's Moore, who tried to continue on Muirfinn's legacy with The Father.

He's Moore, who got to know Sylvie, the one who holds 21. Even now, he's so happy she returned -- he can't fail her, not after everything she put herself through.

He's Moore.

He's Moore.

He's Moore.

Because.

There.

Is.

Always.

Hope.

Anastasia

Moore.

Moore.

You cling to that one, desperate fact. You cling to your memories. You cling to yourself.

They're speaking.

You can't understand it. It's wrong to your senses.

But your friends are speaking to you.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

He's Moore.

He's Moore, who was poisoned by the machinations of Hell.

He's Moore, who went on a journey through time to find the heart of the world tree and save it. To save Lifasa, to save everyone.

He's Moore, who found his friend from the Light, who found Jetina in Celestia.

He's Moore, who went on to try and uncover the mysteries of Benfal.

He's Moore, who forgot, but wouldn't forget. No, he wouldn't forget what he learned about Cantasa Alexandria.

He's Moore, who never forgot about Elena.

He's Moore, is Baleruk's prized student of anarchism.

He's Moore. His friends are speaking to him.

He's Moore. He has to pull himself together.

He's Moore. He will not fail them!

He's Moore. He will NOT fail himself!

He's Moore.

Because.

There.

Is.

Always.

Hope.

Anastasia

You remember as Jetina floats to you, hugs one tiny part of you.  So dim. So worthle-

No, you remember her.

You hold on desperately, hold on to what you have.

More meaningless words that twist sound, more things that are wrong and wrong to your very core.

You survived, tenuously.

You have become an abomination, a cursed thing that sought divinity and failed. Your mind splinters away from Creation.

If your friends bring you the divine seed you yet hold through Io, it would set you right. Yet your mind may break before then, and your use of it would create a greater horror.

Should you try again, you may yet succeed, for you cling to your mind even now. But if you fail, I fear you will tear yourself into oblivion once more.

The choice is yours.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

There are risks either way.

He has to try.

If using that seed doomed Creation because of his folly, he could never bear it.

He has to try here, and succeed.

He will succeed.

Because there is always hope.





Anastasia

Then you have made your choice.

I pray that you succeed, Moore, and I will inform the others.

If this is the end...I'm sorry. I will never forget your memory or sacrifice should that happen.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

It all comes down to Hope.

He has to succeed.

Even if all he can manage is to make himself right, even if he can't become One...

He will succeed.

Everyone believes in him.

He will succeed.

[blockquote]Rolled 1d20+26 : 6 + 26, total 32[/blockquote]

Nephrite

I seem to be having some ISP trouble.

Anastasia

Okay, when you can get back on and your ISP is good we'll continue. Just poke me on IRC.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Anastasia

You hold on. Everything around you is different. They watch you. So many watch you and yet you remember. You refuse to let go and hold on, everything laid out now, everything...

Charisma check.
<Afina> Imagine a tiny pixie boot stamping on a devil's face.
<Afina> Forever.

<Yuthirin> Afina, giant parasitic rainbow space whale.
<IronDragoon> I mean, why not?

Nephrite

[16:15] <Nephrite> roll 1d20
[16:15] <Penuche> Nephrite invokes Penuche's magic: < 13 > [d20=13]