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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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What about... ah, people here who'd rather not go back where they were before? Could you send them home with friends they've made? Not me, of course, I know where I belong.
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THOSE ARE NOT THEIR HISTORIES.
I CANNOT DIVERT HISTORY AND I WOULD NOT ASPIRE TO.
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I can think of a few people who would be better off if you did. Some of them might want to stick around, you know? [A pause.] Will we remember everything, at least?
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I AM THIS WORLD'S HISTORIAN.
NOT YOURS.
I AM NOT THE GOD OF MEMORY.
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[Hoo boy, this is unnerving. The voice, the bulk, the fact that he really truly feels he can be smited... and he thought the Storyteller was intimidating. He tries to keep calm, to sound properly respectful:] I'm just wondering, would it do any harm to let us choose where we end up after this world is gone? Is it dangerous?
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YOU HAVE YOUR OWN HISTORIES TO RETURN TO.
I WILL NOT INTERFERE WITH THAT.
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[...Doesn't sound like they're going to budge. Gods don't think like people. He gave it his best shot??]
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YOUR ENDINGS ARE AS THEY SHOULD BE.
I'LL NOT ALTER THAT.
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[Can't, won't, it doesn't matter. He can't force them to. Have to find another way, for everyone's sake.] How much longer will we be here?
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Why did they snatch us up in the first place? What's really going on?
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MU DID.
IT SENSED THEIR LONELINESS.
AND MORE, IT SENSED THE NEED FOR A CATALYST.
IF A WORLD IS STEERED BY A STORYTELLER, THEY WILL NEED STORIES.
THEY NEEDED YOURS.
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[Oookay. There are worse reasons to kidnap people, he supposes.]
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IN TIMES PAST YOU HAVE OPPOSED THEM.
YOU HAVE WORKED WITH THEM.
YOU HAVE FEARED THEM.
NONE OF IT HAS CHANGED THE OUTCOME.
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[Their tone is rumbling. If an emotion were to be ascribed to it - a difficult thing to attain, given how removed they appear to be from any and all things even vaguely resembling emotion - it would come closest to "dismissive."]
THIS IS BUT THE LATEST IN MANY ITERATIONS.