Limbo Underside Log

[cancrymods]

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.

Comments

[schardynfreude]

Well...we get new looks. Outfits, and the magic and weapons that...hm, I presume we can use those at any point, but I have yet to witness anyone change for the worse.

Perhaps they're not specifically ideal, but we don't have enough memory to know what our ideal versions are, unless it's a subconscious thing.

[discutio]

Perhaps it is. Logically, I would think my 'idealized' self to be slightly different. But it would also stand to reason that there's some subconscious aspect of which we are not yet fully aware.

[schardynfreude]

[He won't say 'ah, like being able to Fucking See', but he gets it.] Something about our lives, I should think. Why I would have such an unusual weapon, I don't know, but the outfit can be fairly befitting someone of higher status, I suppose.

Hm. If my hair is longer as an Executor, I wonder if I can change myself to make it longer normally.

[discutio]

[The conclusion was a little obvious; not that his lack of sight strictly bothered Phoenix, but at present he might not have minded some option for the alternative. It registered as strange to be so indifferent to the concept otherwise, but perhaps it was just deeply ingrained in whoever he had been that it posed so little a problem.]

...Is it? That seems a strangely specific aesthetic change.

[schardynfreude]

[He laughs. It's so specific, like...why?] It's a mess right now, when I am not busy being an Executor. Shorter and looks as though it will perpetually fly away. It's much more under control when I change, longer, pulled back into a ponytail, and long bang strands, straighter and more in order. It is an odd change.

[discutio]

Hm...how peculiar.

[In his own Executor gear, Phoenix paused for a quick once-over that he hadn't thought about until then; running a light hand through his hair, adjusting his visor, tapping a boot lightly on the floor.]

I can't say I feel much different myself, save for the change in clothes. Do many of the others have such a dramatic shift in appearance?

[schardynfreude]

[Pants good. Phoenix has good pants. Yes. And nice boots.]

Mostly just dramatic shifts in outfit, no. At least it's only aesthetic; it doesn't impact anything else.

[discutio]

I suppose it's a matter to contemplate for another time. Perhaps we'll gain a better understanding of ourselves that will simply clarify it with time.

[schardynfreude]

You at least look ready for combat. I've more akin to robes. [A light sigh!] Still, so long as we can all pull our weights and do what needs done, then it doesn't matter how we look.

[discutio]

Quite; as worth consideration as the reasoning may be, form takes a distant backseat to function.

[schardynfreude]

I've many questions about function in this place and the manner of how we are in this deathly afterlife, but they will all just have to wait.

[discutio]

Unfortunately, yes. While I would rather seek answers to any number of pressing questions, we neither have enough information nor do we have the opportunity for any such thing at hand.

[schardynfreude]

You're a very straightforward gentleman, and quite unflappable. You've your priorities lined up. Perhaps you were military in your life.

[discutio]

Military...hm, that would make some sense. I've been wondering why all of this feels so...unconcerning, for lack of any more suitable word. The situation feels quite natural, and fighting even more so.

[schardynfreude]

You and Lion seem quite suited to leading and being on the frontlines. ...Kingslayer is a frontline unto themselves.

[discutio]

...In full fairness, Kingslayer is a great many things unto themselves.

[they sure are themselves]

[schardynfreude]

You can say that several times over. Medic is a firecracker with no self-preservation skills. I haven't seen Mona at work; I do hope she's alright with this...