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

[crypddyd]

Forward... what right do I have to keep existing, even if it's this strange half-life, while they remain dead?

[schardynfreude]

[He has an answer that springs rather immediately to mind, but he keeps himself from blurting it out straightaway. Considers it, first, to make sure it's right, or as right as he feels he can be.]

There are things left unfinished. The work is not yet over. You may rest when you are done.

[crypddyd]

[His eye widens with something like shock, but he takes the words seriously. There's something to that ideal that calls to him- a kind of self-destroying duty. Partially coming from his first memory of his noble training. But also something deeper, something from his very culture.

A knightly ideal- better to die for duty then live worthlessly.

He nods slowly, looking up at the older man like he was some sage]

I see... yes.

[schardynfreude]

[Perhaps there's something...something else to it. Something about it reverberates in him. He knows this to be true, somehow. There is always something to be done. One must keep going, keep pursuing their goal, and then they can at last rest.]

After all, there must be some reason that it is we who awakened to these powers, to this knowledge. If not you, if not us, then who else can set things right?

[Surely that's the case. Surely.]

[crypddyd]

It can not be random... it can not.

[His voice is starting to get riled up again. He can not accept anything less]

[schardynfreude]

It is highly unlikely, at any rate. [is this progress]