WEEK SEVEN: ENDGAME

[saturations]

ENDGAME

Sunday morning starts peacefully enough. After the events of yesterday, it was probably a relief to go about your evenings, reveling in the presences of your friends and loved ones, grateful to be alive and well. Everything is quiet until around noon when alarms start going off on your phones. It’s a gentler sound than the noise that once alerted you to the executions to take place on Sundays. You can always ignore it until 1 PM, but then you’ll blink and find yourself back in the Central Node once again.

The color in the node seems a little brighter as the archway where the Tree once stood continues to shimmer. The fog has gently blown back, revealing an opalescent area just past the entrance. It’s warm and it’s inviting, little tears in the air around it showing off different places you may know as home.

You get the feeling that perhaps, finally, the Prism has listened to your wants and desires. Nothing is forcing you out right away, though nothing is making you stay either. The clock from the Tree continues to tick, counting down to twenty-four hours from now.

The Prism isn’t what it used to be, though all of the nodes have reverted to somewhat pleasant locations albeit drab. Take a tour of places you haven’t seen before, or say goodbye to the places you grew fond of in your time here.

Take your time to say goodbye. There's nothing stopping you from going to someone else's world - but you'll find you need to be careful. The Prism is a delicate thing, constantly in need of balance. You'll need to maintain it, if you're going to use it to go from place to place. All it takes is color - something strong, both positive and negative. When you come through to visit other worlds, you have to offer something that you have faced from home, big or small. A good day, the happy vibes from a birthday party, the sad vibes from a funeral, the pain of an injury. Coordinate, and take care of the space you have cultivated. It's your responsibility now to make sure the Prism doesn't try to hurt itself in its confusion.

You could even stay here if you wanted, now that the Prism’s cleaned up again. You'd slowly forget, just like the Residents did, but it'd be a long process. You could live a normal lifespan in peace.

Or don’t. So many of you are ready to return from where you once came. And that was never really the point, right? You have to face the music. It was always about taking your problems head on, and not running away.

Your phones will still work no matter where you go. You may not always be able to be together in person, but you'll always be in each other's contact lists.

As for your Residents, both current and past? It seems that Thinker, Revenge, and Scout have all vanished, their items mysteriously missing and pieces of themselves left to be regained. As for Dreamer... you don't know what happened to him.

For the living Residents, well. Fret, Rindo, Caduceus and Ei have a decision to make, too.

Make good choices, now. Balance is key.

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[meteion]

[ Meteion is here, which she will just... approach about anyone! With her hands extended out and a warm smile on her face. ]

Greetings, one of my few last encounters in this place. I wish to hear your words... Share your feelings... Know your thoughts. May I before you go?

[ this is a request for her to use her empathetic abilities on you! if you take her hand, feel free to share feelings and thoughts. uwu ]

[countermeasures]

[well.

this sounds a lot like being perceived, and jiuqing isn't super into that?

but it's meteion, who she trusts, so she'll allow it.

she takes meteion's hand.

and, well - they're still in the prism. thoughts and feelings are all wrapped up in color, here, so although i didn't actually ask if this is possible, i'm rolling with it anyway.

we'll be going home soon.
but there won't be any permanent farewells.

...i'm so glad we'll be able to see each other again.

(i stole hex codes from lichen, copper, and cherry blossom.)]

[meteion]

[ you are so valid and i love that you tied the emotions with those thoughts.

she closes her eyes as she takes her hands, mostly focus on feeling and.. she smiles warmly at what she receives. how she takes them as her own, allowing those emotions to settle. strangely enough, Jiuqing will hear thoughts in her own head that sound exactly like Meteion,

"If the time arises, I'll be sure to visit you. Until then- I won't forget you. Nor will I forget everything that you've taught me."

afterward, she peers back up at her with a big smile. ] Stay safe on your travels back, Jiuqing. Thank you for everything.

[countermeasures]

[well!

she hugs meteion, at that, and gives her a little twirl because they're still in the prism which means meteion isn't a giant yet. i hope jiuqing visits her and meteion is, like, twice as tall as she is.]

I'll stay safe. And I won't forget you, either. I'm looking forward to seeing you again, Meteion.

[meteion]

[ haha.... haha... visiting meteion. right. we'll have to see!! but she will certainly go back to ancient size back home. for now, she is light and small enough to twirl though!! ]

And I you, Jiuqing. I would love to see more of your star... of those you hold dear there.

[countermeasures]

[sighs in canonblind

anyway!]

When you come, I'll give you a tour of the capital. We'll go to the best restaurants there.

[slashay]

[SWEET METEION. He smiles warmly at the question, and reaches for her hands without pause.]

Of course you can, Ion.

[She'll be able to feel a wealth of emotion from this lil peanut with his big ol' heart... Some trepidation, that ache that comes with parting after a long time of being together, relief, exhaustion, and boundless swaths of love. The thoughts are much the same as they drift through his head; that he's sad to leave everyone but excited to see his comrades again, and looking forward to sharing his world with as many people as he can, and sharing theirs with them, too.]

[meteion]

[ with their hands brought together, she closes her eyes, seeming to focus and it's with a flutter of color but she feels it. a good wealth of emotions! the ache hurts for a moment, but that relief, the love, it eases and comforts her. leaving a smile on her lips as she listens to those thoughts that he shares with her.

and surprising enough, her own thoughts seem to sound in his own mind,

"Given my capabilities of being able to traverse the stars, I'll be sure to come to visit you all. So that you may show me this world of yours that means so much to you. That I may be able to be in your company once more. We are still a team, are we not?"

after, she smiles up at him, squeezing those hands. ] Thank you for sharing with me, Shu-chan.

[slashay]

[It's a little surprising, with certainty - but the words are comforting, and it's nice to feel connected like this to another person. There's a little wave of fondness, strong and sure, as he gives Meteion's hands a gentle squeeze in return.]

I'll share any time with you. Come visit whenever you want! We'll all be really happy to see you - and you can meet even more of our comrades, too.

[They're a team! A FAMBLY!! And their citadel is peaceful despite their ongoing time war so he doesn't feel too bad about inviting people to it,, They're just going to have to evade the time government, it's fine.]

[meteion]

[ HER SWORD FAMBLY.... shoutouts to horikawa sword from cyoa love you too beech. ]

I would love to meet all of them. I'm capable of traversing the stars so, even if I cannot through here, I'm certain I'll someday come across yours. [ no matter how long it takes!!! creations and their very long lifespans.... ]

Take good care of Suki-chan, okay?

[slashay]

[SHE'LL GET TO MEET HORIKAWA FOR REAL NOW...]

Woah! That's not bad at all, huh? Well, we'll be there waiting for you, whenever you come across us, however you do.

[EVEN IF IT TAKES A WHILE. Fortunately swords are long-lived... He's laughing a little at the mention of Itsuki, though.]

We will, we will! He'll be spoiled every day, pro-mise! And you will be too, whenever you can visit.

[It'll be their Noodle Days but with no murder...]

[disestablishment]

Of course... I hope that this may guide you.

[ Though, there is some small hesitance, maybe even uncertainty. She may tap into it, there's a lot of worry for what's to come. In the sea of nerves there is a bright hope, though. It is always shining... I wish for our star saved and our friends to return. ]

[meteion]

[ her eyes close as she focuses, feeling that worry, takes it as her own-- she understands. she's come to worry a lot here, and still is concerning a certain few people. but that bright hope is always good. the kind of hope she wants to hold onto and protect. her wings flutter briefly with thought, listening to that wish.

"If anything, that hope will surely guide you true. I'm certain that, one way or another, your star will continue to thrive. I can only hope with you that your friends come back to you safe and sound."

that voice gently adds in response to his own, before she looks to him once more with a squeeze of their hands. ] I'll be sure to remember your words. Your feelings here.

Thank you, Aymeric.

[disestablishment]

[ He kneels down to meet her gaze, smiling. It's bittersweet, resolute and accepting. ]

And I to you. [ He will keep it to heart when he returning. ] ... If darkness ever comes to you, Meteion, I'm sure you will find your way back to the light.

[meteion]

[ she offers a warm, bright smile. ]

Though I have personally experienced.. some darkness here, some despair, I'm certain I'll be able to find my way when I think of those I have met here.

[ Because she certainly cannot have done any of this alone. If she remembers them, the company and comfort provided to them-- surely she'll find that light even in the darkest hour. ]

[daggering]

[ im assuming that he was successfully chased down just so i can tag my sweet metie

... vax kneels down when meteion asks, and looks away from her. ]

... Don't think it'll be pretty.

[ but. after a long moment, he'll hold out his hands to gently take hers.

anyway it is sort of. not great. if only because his thoughts and feelings are a little bit of a mess.

how lucky i have been, to know all of you.

that leads the way, first. the emotions that come along with it are melancholy - bittersweet, warm with fondness but heavy with grief and loss. acceptance, purpose, duty. peace, on the surface, but underneath, a quiet sense of sorrow threaded with ... homecoming. it's a strangely clashing feeling - of knowing that this is truly all you have left, the final bittersweet moments of a life lucky and well lived, and accepting wanting to go, but knowing everything, and everyone, you'll leave behind.

to know love - and vax'ildan's emotions are sweet and heavy with love, soaking into every single thought - is to know grief, and they intertwine thickly in every part of his emotions, thrumming with love that makes him and the sorrow on the other side.

i return to her side after everything. this will be the last time i bend fate. i didn't want you to know, metie, but - this really is goodbye. ]

[fleshedout]

[Of course, she's taking her by the hands.]

[There's relief. There's solid determination, the strive to move forward. There's warmth and care in seeing everyone here, alive and safe, and a fervent wish that everything will continue to be good for them, wherever they might go. Another wish, quieter, to see them all again.]

[Some worry, too. Bittersweet feelings here as well, not wanting to leave everyone behind. Nerves, for the fight ahead. But overall...she's looking to the future, with whatever it may bring.]

...So?