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Entry tags:
- blue exorcist: yukio okumura,
- coco: héctor rivera,
- critical role: mollymauk tealeaf,
- critical role: yasha nydoorin,
- final fantasy xiv: castor westmoore,
- final fantasy xv: ardyn izunia,
- mass effect: legion,
- npc: the historian,
- red vs. blue: leonard church (alpha),
- tales of vesperia: alexei dinoia,
- the adventure zone: kravitz,
- voltron: keith kogane,
- ✖ good omens: crowley
[ENSŌ] - THE TEMPEST NEVER DIES
Who: Everyone!
What: The final player enters the field
When: April 30th and onward
Where: On the coast of Ensō
Warnings: Nothing of note!
For the past several months, you've seen it on the horizon. A dark shape, at first, like a distant landmass getting closer and closer. It's continued to draw close, until it becomes apparent that for all it might look like a fragmented chunk of land, overgrown with moss and decaying vegetation, it is far from it.
It's a living being.
And by April 30th, it will have made landfall. A rush of seawater surges up over the beaches of Ensō as the beast settles along the northwestern shore, hulking and massive and rivaling even the great dragon Ahidalgo in sheer size.
When they nestle down against the edge of Ensō, they will lift their heavy head, rocky and streaming water, and open a set of six small, glowing eyes.
At least until they speak aloud.
"SO. THIS IS WHAT YOUR HISTORY HAS WROUGHT."
They're not going away anytime soon, either. It's only a matter of time before the other two gods in the area realize what's happening and reach out.
If you want answers, better talk to them now.
What: The final player enters the field
When: April 30th and onward
Where: On the coast of Ensō
Warnings: Nothing of note!
For the past several months, you've seen it on the horizon. A dark shape, at first, like a distant landmass getting closer and closer. It's continued to draw close, until it becomes apparent that for all it might look like a fragmented chunk of land, overgrown with moss and decaying vegetation, it is far from it.
It's a living being.
And by April 30th, it will have made landfall. A rush of seawater surges up over the beaches of Ensō as the beast settles along the northwestern shore, hulking and massive and rivaling even the great dragon Ahidalgo in sheer size.
When they nestle down against the edge of Ensō, they will lift their heavy head, rocky and streaming water, and open a set of six small, glowing eyes.
At least until they speak aloud.
They're not going away anytime soon, either. It's only a matter of time before the other two gods in the area realize what's happening and reach out.
If you want answers, better talk to them now.
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Forgive me, if you would, but I can not help but notice this world is still here.
[Hell would have frozen over before he defended the Storyteller, but then again Shiva had made quick work of Ifrit so perhaps that ship had long since sailed. The shape of the situation was constructing itself in his head, and Ardyn found it was exactly what he despised.]
I would dare to think that the aid of a keeper of history would see it flourish.
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WHAT YOU STAND IS A REMNANT. A MERE SHADE OF WHAT IT ONCE WAS.
ALL THINGS MUST END, AND YET...
[A note of something...some obscure emotion enters their tone. So alien is everything about them that they would not ever think to call it "fury."]
THREE YOUNG GODS SOUGHT TO SUBVER THIS END.
SO THEY MADE THIS...THIS THING.
THIS ABOMINATION.
THIS...
LIFE RAFT.
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[Was that...regret? No, surely not. And if it was, it was gone when Ardyn spoke again.]
I have known gods like you. Fought for them, suffered endlessly at their will, and died because they saw fit to sacrifice countless pieces on the board for their desired result. So set in your function and mindset that you blind yourself to all else. Remnant or not, this imperfect world was created by what you call young gods, and yet does it function. And you would look down upon it simply because it defies your pretty little ordained plan? 'Abomination', you say--I have been an abomination for some two thousand years, and this world as well as those within it are immeasurably better than I could ever be.
This raft of theirs has picked up many adrift in their own ways, no matter how unwillingly. And I expect you'll find countless sentimental fools grateful for such intervention. Many with little to go back to, or who would seek to return to something better than they knew. Perhaps even to craft stories of their own, wrested from the hands of that which you call 'destiny'.
Certainly, this place has not always been kind. It has caused pain, suffering, and perhaps more losses than victory. But that is to be attributed to we who walk its ground as much as those who created it. To struggle and lose, to fight and win, to feel pain and yet emerge from it alive...all this is the very definition of 'life' itself.
How dare you, god, daemon, or mortal, choose to look upon the work of your inferior deities, to look at this ragged gathering of mortals, and call it all 'abomination'.
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IT IS WHAT IT IS.
MY PEOPLE REJECTED IT, AS THEY SHOULD HAVE.
THIS WORLD OUGHT TO BE RIPPED APART AND UNMADE, AND YOU INTERLOPERS RETURNED TO THE WORLDS FROM WHICH YOU CAME.
WHATEVER MEANING YOU MIGHT DERIVE FROM IT, IT IS A DYING SHADOW OF A DEAD WORLD.
I AM HISTORY.
THINGS ARE MEANT TO END WHEN I DO.
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[Too clearly.]
You didn't die when you were meant to, and you're going to burn everything down just so you can meet your ever-so-desired ending. Disregarding all that's transpired between then and now, tearing it apart with no interest in hearing from those who live and thrive on this world which so offends you. Goodness, so this is what it means to reflect on one's own mistakes.
[Ultimately...that was exactly what Ardyn did. Burn it all to the very last person, just to fulfill a prophecy and be allowed to die. Tormented and driven insane, too far gone and beaten down to even consider defying fate and the gods.]
[Not this time.]
You who are the beginning of this world could do a myriad of things, surely. Yet you hold such disdain for those who wish to preserve life upon it that you would selfishly seek to end it in a temper tantrum.
I see gods are fallible in every world.
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I KNOW HOW HISTORY IS MEANT TO BE.
THE END SHOULD HAVE BEEN AS IT WAS MEANT TO.
THIS DRAWN-OUT, WITHERING HUSK IS A SLOW ROUTE TO THE SAME RESULT THAT WOULD HAVE OCCURRED REGARDLESS.
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As you say, you are this world's past and present. Do you care naught for the idea it and you alike might yet have a future, or does your sight stretch no farther than this instant in time?
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I UNDERSTAND FULL WELL THAT ITS FUTURE IS DWINDLING.
THIS LIFE RAFT'S CREATION IS LITTLE MORE THAN A PROLONGING OF THE INEVITABLE.
VIA MY INTERVENTION OR LEFT UNTENDED, IT WILL END.
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All things end; stars burn out, planets wither and die, even something like myself will surely die out with no trace one way or another someday. To exist is to prolong the inevitable, and in that respect does the scale of time left to anything become irrelevant. Does that mean one should lie down and wait to die from the day they are born? Do nothing at all each day they draw breath, because life in itself is a meaningless spark in the endless unknowable reaches of the field of stars overhead? If its future dwindles, let it. At least then those who care for it will say they were its keepers to the end. Can you truly claim the same thing, when all you seek here is to snuff out the last flickering of the flame of life in this place?
All your 'intervention' does is flip over the table before the game's reached its conclusion. A petulant act, from a petulant god.
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I AM NO STORYTELLER, AND I DO NOT CONCERN MYSELF WITH THE HYPOTHETICAL.
ASSIST ME, AND YOU WILL SEE YOURSELF RETURNED TO YOUR WORLD.
IF YOU DO NOT, I CANNOT SAY WHAT WILL COME OF YOU WHEN THIS WORLD FALLS APART ON ITS OWN MERIT.
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[That...actually did suit him well enough. It was just as he said; if this was going to end, then this time it would be on his terms. Not Bahamut's, not this childish and shortsighted creature's, and not fate's.]
Then if you will excuse me. [Ardyn swept off his hat with a flourish and an overdramatic of a sweeping bow, before straightening up and settling it back on his head.] I'm afraid I must take my leave and prepare accordingly. For the world to which you would return me has naught left but another ending I would seek to postpone, and I would sooner prove my point to you firsthand. Ah, perhaps I should shorten that to a briefer modern parlance.
Fuck your intervention. I don't want your help, and I'll sooner see you in hell.
[Excuse him, he's got a partner in deicide to consult.]
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[That is as much as they will offer in the realm of a farewell. Their tone is disaffected as ever. If there's an emotion there, it is so removed from anything remotely human that it barely places as an emotion at all.]
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[There was no audible answer, but definitely a casual rude hand gesture thrown over Ardyn's shoulder.]
[He'd been called worse.]