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LIMBO DUNGEON LOG
It's easy to lose track of time in Purgatory, but believe it or not, just over a month has passed since the initial wave of awakenings took place. There's been more since then, of course, with new Executors popping up left and right but other than that, things are mostly quiet. Until one day, you all wake up to find the fountain looks kind of... busted. Not broken precisely but something has impacted the bottom of the fountain from below, hard enough to jar it slightly out of place... and those of you who joined in the first jaunt down into Limbo's Underside can probably guess what was responsible. This seems to spook Rei. She spends most of the morning afterwards mulling this over before eventually speaking up to the group; "We can't put this off any longer... tomorrow, I think we need to go down there and fight." You have a day to prepare and ready yourselves... And then you descend into Limbo's Underside.
THE UNDERSIDE
Just as before, when Rei returns the sword to its place atop the fountain, the mechanism chugs to life and groans its way to the side, revealing the staircase underneath. Despite the battering it took, things seem to be working just fine. The steep staircase vanishes down into the darkness and as you follow it, it feels for a moment as though you're wandering blindly into the unknown... and then quite suddenly, before you're more than a few steps down the staircase, Limbo's Underside pops into view. While Limbo itself is mostly functional if a bit odd, the Underside is... a lot. The geography of the place is twisted and doubles back on itself in places and seems to warp in your vision as you observe it. From your bird's eye view as you descend the stairs, you can see that the general shape of the place mirrors that of the town above, with many of the same general landmarks. For example; The movie theater is offering a "late night fright fest" on all of its screens. If you're ~~dumb~~ brave enough to go and watch such a thing, you'll find that the description is accurate at least – all of the screens just show the attending Executors subjected to situations that play into their worst fears and anxieties. The coffee bar serves the same drink, no matter your order – a pitch black sludge that makes you feel violently ill when consumed. The pastries are fine, though. The hotel is even more maze-like than it was previously. Your hotel key won't work here. The windows won't break. The doors won't open. Wasn't the exit around this corner? What about the next? How many floors have you climbed again? How long have you been in here, anyway? The conbini is now a perfectly normal and functional convenience store. Somehow this is even more upsetting than having it become more weird. ... Among other oddities. You thought Limbo was already weird? That was baby shit. At least that horrible feeling of dizzy disorientation from last time doesn't seem to take hold again, but the ground is very much still moving around a bit. Mind your step! It goes without saying, of course, that the place is swimming with Revenants, too. No sight of the big punchy lad who had at you the first time around, but he's sure to be around. All you can do now is explore, investigate and do your duty as Executors. Good luck.

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[Some things are easier said than done, Pariah. But the shots and warning were welcome all the same; Phoenix paused for barely half a second to evaluate where his teammates were relative to himself before striking again, turning to slash at one sneaking up on its intended target.]

I appreciate the assistance—they’re proving rather troublesome.

[Jock kept up her covering fire of spec-shots. She charged each one up as much as she could before she had to fire, as the longer she had to focus each shot the more powerful it was, but her main goal was to keep Phoenix and Pariah from getting attacked from behind.

It took a minute for her to realize what was strange about Phoenix's fighting style, though. She hadn't really had a chance to talk to him much before now, after all, and the truth was too weird for her to accept it immediately.]

He's...is he blind!?

Who, me? [He knew damn well who she meant, but answered with that regardless. Maybe he was smirking, just a little.]

[But he shrugged, twirling the blade in one hand and adjusting his visor with the other before springing into the air to attack the next Rigaud to move. Much easier to tell where they were when he could hear them coming.]

Quite completely.

[Orange and White do their best to keep the swarm busy, darting around and baiting out openings where they can. Keeping track of two selves is easier than it should be, but coordinating what each is sensing in actual battle is...proving difficult.]

Wait, you're..?!

[Well, that changes the tactics needed! The two Pariahs glance at each other before moving to cover for him, forming a triangle defense with their backs to his.]

[The Jock watched him twirling the sword around and leaping like a badass, and found herself whispering.]

He's so cool...

[Unfortunately she couldn't keep staring. Especially when one of the rigauds was getting dangerously close. A spec shot sent it spinning away, but more were starting to notice that the sharpshooter was unprotected.]

There's no reason to worry too much. Though I do appreciate the defense.

[Boy, if y'all thought that was cool? He pulled his weapon back closer to himself, quickly holding his free hand to the flat of the sword--]

[...and with a quick application of Overclock, the blade is is now on fire. Darting forward as if the terrain was perfectly clear to him, the now-flaming sword was stabbed into the nearest rigaud's open mouth.]

But I'd suggest you spare some of that defensive capability for our long-range friend there. Watch your left, incidentally.

You're blind, of course I'm gonna worry!

[And then...he...okay then! That seems a normal enough power, if insanely flashy. But Jock's predicament--]

Oh shoot--!

[While White moves to keep up with Phoenix, Orange charges in at the monsters closing in on Jock, lashing out with a slash at one of them.]

[She fired a spec-shot and missed, leaving two of them closing in. White dealt with one, so Jock materialized a candy apple red umbrella of all things and, with a battlecry, hooked the handle around the remaining rigaud's "stem" and spun it around in circles a bit before letting go and sending both the revenant and the umbrella flying.]

Edited 2020-09-12 05:07 (UTC)

If there were cause for concern, I-

[The sentence paused briefly, only long enough to catch the flying revenant on the edge of a flaming sword like some wildly surreal game of baseball. The kind that ends with the ball cut in half.]

-wouldn't be here fighting to begin with.

[...He's not quite certain what just happened, but it felt like it worked.]

Edited 2020-09-13 23:50 (UTC)

Oh Founder's sake--

[Other than that brief grumble under her breath, White doesn't waste any more breath on conversation--it's not what they're all here for, anyway. She makes a wide swing, managing to take out two of the revenants in one strike.]

[Orange, meanwhile, just kind of stares as the revenant-umbrella combo arcs off into the distance.]

...did...you mean to throw your weapon with it?

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