Exploration Event: Neverwere

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EXPLORATION EVENT: NEVERWERE

Who: Everyone!
What: Your wildest dreams come true!
When: May 15th to May 18th
Where: Ziziphus, those still on Ensō...and Mu
Warnings: Mark as needed!

Then Know That My Life Was Just a Killer Dream
You can find most of the information you need in the OOC info post! In the meantime, feel free to use this log as a catch-all for your dream worlds, as well as detailing your efforts to free one another. Whether they're on Ziziphus or Ensō at the time of the dreams' capture, your character is free to access as many dreams as you like, as the interlocking mental landscape allows for that sort of crossing over apropos of nothing. And time, of course, is very fluid in dreams - many days, months, and years can transpire in a matter of mere minutes.

Will you fight your way free from Ziziphus's vines or Mu's thrall, or are you content to die in your sleep?

Remember to let us know if your character dies during this event!

Event Timeline

[ ♆ ] May 15th: The vines make their move, ensnaring characters in ideal fantasy worlds
[ ♆ ] May 17th: The Storyteller will make contact with those they can, as well as issue information and a potential solution
[ ♆ ] May 18th: Those that have not freed themselves from the vines or from Mu will suffer a death

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[piercetheheart]

Magic has never been his forte and once he'd parted ways with Ignis it became something he was unused to in battle. There was fire here, flames from Ardyn and that was unsettling enough to almost make him hesitate. Flames just like Ardyn's beast Cerberus, like all the damage Ifrit had wrought. The entirety of Insomnia burning to ash and there's just enough similarity that it's hard to remember exactly where he is. It doesn't matter though, Cerberus or Ifrit or Bliss.

They're a threat, to him, to his King, to his friends.

So Gladio does what he's always done best, he charges in with a shout, doing his best to draw the attention of their foes. He's already battered and bleeding from tromping through nests of monsters to find their way here but he's paced himself. This is what he's been doing for years now. When it comes to Bliss he pulls out the power blows.

He charges in, swings his sword, slashing away any vines that would trip him up, circles once, uses the momentum to lift him into the air and bring the blade down in a wide arc straight toward Bliss' face.

[thankgods]

It is, perhaps, the fastest the vines have ever moved. Surging up from the ground in a tidal wave until his blade slashes that wide arc through several feet of them- a sight, most certainly, but accompanied by a soft, almost distracted chuckle at his expense.

"It is... foolish. You... could be happy... you have seen it..."

They will not burn him. It is not their way, to feed his temper, fuel his fears. No. They have already seen you, Gladiolus. You have seen them.

It is tempting, isn't it..? It is human nature, to want what they provide.

Happiness.

[piercetheheart]

He'll find rest and happiness when he's dead. It's what he's destined for.

Lies, it's all lies. Prompto's world was lies and so was everything else Bliss promised. And what would he have seen in that dream? Could he have seen his sister again, one last time?

It didn't matter. What mattered now was killing the thing responsible.

"Too bad it's all bullshit!" He only answers at all to try to draw their attention more firmly to himself, giving the others a chance to do more damage. Still he's doing all he can to keep the vines off him as well, sweeping arcs of Hyperion, slashing down as many vines as he can get to, especially if he sees them going for someone else.

[thankgods]

"Not so... I did not create...that happiness. That...was you."

That was you, feeling fulfilled. That was you, getting everything you have ever wanted. Wasn't it nice? Wasn't it good?

But ah, his anger is truly distasteful. With a slow exhale, their attention drifts away from him, leaving Gladio to fight alone against the vines. No matter how many he fells, there are always two more to take a fallen one's place. It will take much more than a simple slash and hack to get to them, Gladiolus.

Is that really something any of you are capable of?

[piercetheheart]

He's not getting anywhere and he knows it. He's not the strategist here but he is more familiar with gardening than some and as Bliss' attention wanders to more threatening targets he has to think on his feet.

But Bliss is a plant, just like the trumpet vines that almost strangled his mom's rose bushes as a kid and Gladios pauses, looking around the clearing to the others, more effective to be certain.

"THE ROOTS!" He tries to push forward, dodging more than slashing for a moment. "CUT IT OFF FROM THE ROOTS!"

And then he's going to do everything in his power to get close enough to Bliss itself that using his earthshatter technique might shift the monster, unseat it just a little, just enough to expose more of those delicate roots for others to be able to access. To burn. To cut him off from that flow of energy for good.

[scourgingstars]

[Help might even come from the last person he would want it to, a burst of flame tossed almost carelessly at the vines reaching closest to Gladio.]

[LINK-STRIKE]
[- Ardyn -]

...I've no idea why none of us thought of that sooner.

[A streak of magenta rushed past, ending in the scarlet-toned Blade of the Mystic and Ardyn gripping its hilt with both hands, eyes still dark but face a bit clearer of the blackened scourge. In a single swift motion he followed the arc of Gladio's blade with his own greatsword, matching that strike with one of his own, propelled by all the strength as he had to attempt knocking the decadent deity aside.]

[yourattention]

[That sounds in-charge and Connor is a person who is carrying an axe and a bomb, so yeah alright. Unhooking the axe from his complicated rope harness, Connor's just going to join in. It's just a plant. He definitely knows how to take care of plants - killing gods is another thing entirely, but whatever.

This might as well happen.]

[thermalwind]

[A shrill whistle sounds and a bird of flame sweeps in to circle and provide some interference so Gladio has some cover from the vines for the long term. Behind it comes the dark haired, sharp eyed Keith with his black blade that glows with purple light of its own.]

Probably too caught up in our own crap. [He knows he wasn't exactly stable when he came to face the god. He shrugs it off, adding his blade but moving to cover the rest from the right. Giving them and him space to work.]

[promiselisting]

I'll make sure everyone gets the message.

[ It's about the one damn thing she can confidently do for this group, and she is going to fucking do it. ]

[thankgods]

[Multiple actions occur, in swift succession. At Gladio's call, Bliss' attention is upon him once more, lidded eyes opening far more than prior. A fool, to be certain. He is a fool- and yet, a delicious undercurrent of hope soaks through his rage.

And then he's rushing them. Gladio's blow strikes through, a rumble of discontent rocking through the ground. It is followed quickly after by Ardyn's strike- by Connor's, by Keith's. The rumble becomes a quake, a low trumpet of disbelieving anger as Bliss' form is rocked to one side, exposing those very roots Gladio had shouted to the others.

They do not waste time in speaking. When more vines come, it is in a ferocious mass that converges upon the four with no more intent to simply snare them; they have chosen their fate. If they do not wish for contentment, then they shall be torn apart.

Futaba should also-- run. As quickly as her feet may take her, for she has not been disregarded. The vines that seek her form are as numerous and vicious as those that seek the blood of the others.]

[crosslaced]

Back up, we need a clear shot!

[Laurent does not have the heavy firepower to fend off those vines; Gladio and Ardyn and that firebird will have to cover for the less destructively-inclined among them. He's weaving through the battlefield, constantly moving to stay ahead of his own pursuing vines. Rather interestingly, he's steadily heading towards a point that flanks the god, avoiding the chokepoint of Bliss’ attentions.

Eventually there's going to be an opening- at which point he's conjuring four glittering spears in a broad arc above his head, and sending them shooting towards the exposed roots.

It's dipping into magic reserves he doesn't have, yes. It’s edging into gross overexertion. It's a bossfight, it's fine.]