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cancry2021-10-10 04:44 pm
cancrymods) wrote in cancry2021-10-10 04:44 pm
Superbia Underside Log
Third time's the charm for the Executors, it seems. Their confrontation with Miss President ended peacefully and with the Superbia loop ended, the school was finally able to enjoy its hard earned festival. But it's not quite a straightforward happy ending – the way back up to the previous layers is still sealed and regardless, if the Executors want to progress, they'll have to make their way through the Underside. Finding the entrance isn't too hard. After all, it's where all of this began. At the spot in the gymnasium the previous Student Council President was corrupted, a familiar stairway stretches down, down, down into the darkness. It's been a long time coming, but it's finally time for you to graduate Superbia. | |
 ♪♫ Maze Fortress – Sakuzyo ... or so you expect, anyway. Entering the Superbia Underside is just as disorienting as always, but for totally opposite reasons to the other Undersides. While the other Undersides have been vaguely recognizable distortions of their Layers, this one is so similar to Superbia that for a second it's almost unclear whether or not you really are in the Underside or not. It almost feels like a repeat of heading down to Superbia for the first time as you descend the stairs but as you get closer, your intimate familiarity with the Layer allows you to pick out the subtle changes. It's more run down than the school itself and you can see Revenants flitting around to and fro in all directions. A few locations seem to have been switched around and warped but for the most part, Superbia stands as you've always known it, frozen in perfect stasis, just the way a certain someone would have wanted it.
⚝ STUDENT COUNCIL ROOM: Given how things started, it seems like the logical place to go. The Student Council Room isn't a big place, so it shouldn't take long to examine, right? Or so you might think. The instant the door opens, dazzling light pours out, blinding you for a second. It takes your eyes a moment to adjust but when you do, you'll see the reason for that is that the walls of the room have been replaced with thick, almost perfectly transparent glass with the summer sun pouring in aggressively from the outside. As you follow the curve of the glass up, you realize this isn't just a room – it's a giant glass birdcage. And... I don't have to tell you it's occupied by a bird, do I? ⚝ CLUB BUILDING: Once a monument to the delightful inanity of high school life, the club building has been completely taken over by Revenants. To call it an infestation would be an understatement – the instant you open the door, you find yourself utterly swarmed by them and in the confusion, you'll be chased away from the exit! All you can do is keep climbing and fighting your way up to the third floor, and from there the roof, which is made a litttle hard by the fact that the Revenants seem happy to weaponize the equipment of the club rooms against you. Watch out for that falling piano!! Make your way to the top roof and you'll find a particularly grouchy Revenant on top who doesn't seem eager to let you go! ⚝ GYMNASIUM: See for yourself.
⚝ Revenant Types Present: Charles, Metrodorus  | |
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[ but if there's a way to reach Revenants, then they haven't found it yet. Mona's words can't do any good for this girl. she closes her eyes for a moment — in grief, or in an effort to compose herself maybe — before she turns to a fellow Executor. ]
Um — I'll... follow whatever plan you have. I think... I can probably herd her a little, because I don't have to be close. [ to demonstrate, she holds her ranseur out in her hands and, with a flash, it extends to its full length Minute Forme. ] And I can stop time for just a little while, so... tell me when you need her to stay in place.
[ she hates this. she hates talking like this. it didn't feel this awful to plan the bank heist, and she knows she had fun when she was alive, playing at strategies with Lupin. this is different. it's the ultimate goal that makes it horrible to say these things. ]
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[Well, no, that's not entirely fair- it's always sad when you have to take end-of-life measures for a patient. But end-of-unlife measures mean the start of something new. Sometimes you have to cut out the dead tissue to let the body live- in her view, this isn't dissimilar to amputating a limb.]
[A really pointy, angry limb that might eat you.]
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[ her expression twists, dismayed by her own uselessness. she can only do one thing, and has such a limited utility. she needs to help Medic more than that. if Medic is trying to keep the Revenant's mouth open (so that she can hurt it, find its soft spots and—) ]
Instead, I could— [ the ranseur rattles in her trembling grasp. ] ah, I could... keep h-her mouth open with my polearm...
[ her. it's terrible. but maybe it's worse to speak like that girl isn't a girl anymore, to call her it as if she's nothing more than a creature. the others have said that Mona doesn't have to fight — even now, she wants nothing more than to run away in search of reassurance from Chiron or Phoenix — what else can she do, though? she can't be useless. there isn't much she can do in a support role, and she can't make Medic do this alone.
still: she doesn't want to do this. she doesn't want to be here. she doesn't want to hurt anyone, ever. why does it feel like she always has to? ]
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[Mona doesn't want to hurt anyone- but she doesn't want anyone to hurt Mona.]
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You're Mona. Being Mona is already very important, by itself. ...I mean, it's not a big tactical advantage here, but it's pretty important in the big picture.