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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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The question that Yukio's been ignoring, in favor of grabbing at shreds of possibility and it's not a surprise that it's about to just disintegrate in his hands.
He listens to other conversations, and waits. And hates it.]
Is this how it always ends?
[He's quiet, and polite, and not accusing any god of anything.
He wants to rip this god apart with his teeth.]
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THIS IS THE FIRST ENDING I HAVE BEEN DIRECTLY PRESENT FOR.
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THIS HAS GONE ON FOR LONG ENOUGH.
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IT IS A MERE LIFE RAFT, UNDERGOING COUNTLESS REPETITIONS THAT INEVITABLY REACH THEIR CLIMAX.
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I'm sorry, I just don't understand why it has to be inevitable.
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IT WILL DO SO AGAIN.
IT IS A LAW OF DIMINISHING RETURNS.
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TIME HAS CEASED TO BEHAVE AS IT SHOULD. YOUR ISLANDS HAVE BEGUN TO SKIP VITAL MOMENTS. TIME PASSES IRREGULARLY.
THE HOLES HAVE ALREADY APPEARED.
THEN IT IS RESET BACK TO ITS INCEPTION.
AND THE CYCLE BEGINS AGAIN.