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SUPERBIA DUNGEON 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.
THE UNDERSIDE
♪♫ 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. AREAS OF INTEREST ⚝ SUPERBIA LOCATIONS: As mentioned above, many of the locations from the Pride Layer are in place as you know them here, carved into place by the repeating loops. They're run down and overrun by Revenants but assume that any locations not mentioned below seem to be the same below as they are above. ⚝ 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. HAZARDS ⚝ Structural Damage: Similarly to the Avaritia layer, many of the buildings around the city have fallen into disrepair due to the presence of the Revenants here. While some of the bigger structures are fine, Revenants may burst through walls to get to you and letting them go on a rampage in an enclosed space could bring the whole building down on top of you! ⚝ Revenant Types Present: Charles, Metrodorus

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Etoile hisses in pain when she’s yanked to her feet; Medic hasn’t had the chance to check her out yet, and she’s hurting from the fight. She didn’t want to speak up for herself, not when Chiron and Phoenix were in worse shape, but the adrenaline is wearing off and she’s starting to feel weak on her feet again. “Be a little bit careful, I am still not all in one piece,” she says, almost ashamed of her own weakness. There’s something tugging at the edge of her memories, not fully formed, but the idea that she’s hated not being stronger than she is feels familiar. “Sorry, I just needed to make sure everyone else was all right first.”

[ Phoenix saying his name again and reaching for him snaps him out of his despair. For a moment he just stares at him, trying to ground himself, and by the time Sword is stepping in, he’s found enough of his calmer self to gently take that hand. ]

O-Of course…

[ That’s all he can bring himself to say. Even when he hears Chiron’s response to his reaction and feels guilt over how similarly those words echo the ones he said to Patroclus before. He just focuses on helping Phoenix… because that’s all he can really do. ]

[Phoenix winced in pain as he got to his feet, leaning heavily on Achilles' shoulder on shaking legs. Without the benefit of adrenaline or whatever magic he'd managed to invoke, he was well aware of how injured he still was and hated every second of it.]

[In a whisper next to Achilles' ear, he said:]

We're going to fix this, somehow. And as soon as that witch crosses my path again, I'll cut her godsdamned head off instead of her arm.

[ Achilles keeps as close to him as possible, patient and cautious. His thoughts are somewhat cloudy - just help Phoenix, help Phoenix, don’t think about anything else - but Phoenix’s whisper cuts through the fog like a knife.

He pauses for a moment. ]

When you do be sure to let me rip the rest of her apart.

[A small smile tugged at the corner of Phoenix's mouth--pained, humorless, but every bit as sharp as the edge of his sword.]

You don't need to worry about that.

[Medic gently places one hand on top of Etoile's own, pouring healing into her.]

There's nothing to apologize for- that's why we work in a team! [She smiles, cheery and professional.] I can't say they're unscathed, but we're at least down to walking wounded, now- no one's in critical condition.

And you're part of this team, too.

You'll be fine, Etoile, the place should be practically cleared out by now. No more surprises.

[She does shift to support her, though, frowning as she does. All this feels... well, it's off, and she thinks she knows why. She nods at Medic healing Etoile up.]

Nobody else is falling apart, I hope?

[She shakes her head.] I want to give Phoenix and Chiron another round of healing once we have a chance to rest, but everyone's in stable condition. Not combat ready, but stable.

Good. That's the last thing we need. Off to the main layer, then, before any more nonsense besets us.

If I may.

[ The Eidolon who followed Wolfsbane down here raises a hand. His fingers are streaked in pneuma, and have gnaw marks on them. One arm is wrapped in a dirty bandage.

The girl he'd retrieved an appendage for (which is an uncanny thing to be thinking, but he needs to roll with this for now) seems to be the healer. Or the one healer in any condition to do some healing, so: ]

If you're not tired, could you help me too?

[ He's stayed quiet because he has just enough context to know that, for some reason, everything is all screwed up and distressing for all parties at present, but that means the last thing they need is his open wounds attracting more enemies!

Besides, he's only just found out about all this. He has to look after himself, so he can assist more later. ]

Sure! [Yeah, the second she hears that she's already reaching out.] Just hold out your hand- or any part of you that you'd prefer I make physical contact with.

Thanks.

[ Hand works, if she doesn't mind that it's...a mess. Here you go. ]

That's right--I owe you for this one, Medic. Remind me the next chance we get and I'll cook anything you ask of me.

Oh, I never charge for medical care! [A thoughtful pause.] I do accept charitable donations, though. ...Especially if the donations are lemon-flavored.

[Look, she's seen his cooking, okay.]

Anything you say.

[he's gonna need to stress bake as soon as he can anyway]

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