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cancry2020-07-31 08:27 pm
introductions
It comes to you suddenly, at the end of an unravelling thread of thought. A sudden, piercing sense of wrongness stops you in your tracks and sends you tumbling through rapidfire questions that you realize you have no answer for. How long have you been here? How long have you been doing the same things, over and over, blindly going through the motions of a routine? Just who are you, anyway?
Questions beget more questions and answers prove illusive until you arrive at the only things you know for certain: the first is that this place is Purgatory.
The second is that you're here because you're dead.
Oddly, this doesn't feel like a surprise of any sort. You don't remember how or why it happened, but it did and that's that. It feels rather as though you've been slapped awake and everything around you has come into sharp focus. You're in Limbo, where you've been wandering since you arrived here in Purgatory alongside all the other mindless souls who are acting out what little they remember of their original lives.
Still lingering is that horrible sense of something being terribly wrong. It hasn't dissipated with your realization of the truth – if anything, it's intensified. There's no way to tell what it is, but there's something going on here.
Maybe you should investigate – or at least see if there's anyone else here who's had the same realization as you...
[ OOC: Welcome to the very first log of Can Cry! For the first few hours, Executors will be free to explore and mingle among themselves. Mod replies will come in a few hours. If you're planning to investigate, please indicate that you're doing so in the subject line as your comment. ]
Questions beget more questions and answers prove illusive until you arrive at the only things you know for certain: the first is that this place is Purgatory.
The second is that you're here because you're dead.
Oddly, this doesn't feel like a surprise of any sort. You don't remember how or why it happened, but it did and that's that. It feels rather as though you've been slapped awake and everything around you has come into sharp focus. You're in Limbo, where you've been wandering since you arrived here in Purgatory alongside all the other mindless souls who are acting out what little they remember of their original lives.
Still lingering is that horrible sense of something being terribly wrong. It hasn't dissipated with your realization of the truth – if anything, it's intensified. There's no way to tell what it is, but there's something going on here.
Maybe you should investigate – or at least see if there's anyone else here who's had the same realization as you...
[ OOC: Welcome to the very first log of Can Cry! For the first few hours, Executors will be free to explore and mingle among themselves. Mod replies will come in a few hours. If you're planning to investigate, please indicate that you're doing so in the subject line as your comment. ]

COMBAT ENCOUNTER: ???
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An enormous creature with fearsome strength and an apparent grudge against all of you. It has a terrible howl and, as Kingslayer will tell you, some very solid fists.

Its Movement is unknown. Its Durability is unknown. Its abilities are unknown.
The turn order is ?????, Pariah, Kingslayer, Lion, Your Majesty. You may take two actions per turn.
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[First order of action is to get the hell out of that thing's way! Pariah scrambles away in a tangent to it's path, then runs for cover behind a half-ruined wall nearby. Safety first, then figure out how to even fight this thing!]
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[Despite the ground shifting beneath their feet, Kingslayer rolls to their feet and once more sprints at their monstrous foe, roaring with fire and fury. They would not let an insult like that stand, damnit!]
I'M YOUR OPPONENT, SO FACE ME!
[They jump, flying through their air despite the sheer weight of their armor, and stomp-kick the back of this thing's underdeveloped knee to get its attention and unbalance it. Even with its huge arms compensating for its tiny legs, it'll have to lift those things up to attack, which would leave it further off-kilter.]
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All right, first is find some crumbling wall--this place is like the city above, just...floaty and misshapen and in disrepair. He's not about to go diving into the middle of this fight in just a shirt and pants, but if his aim is true enough, he'll chuck some brick at the things giant purple eyes.]
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It rears one of them back, winding up to bring it crashing down on his head... but then a huge chunk of ice glances off its head and staggers the creature. It lifts enough weight off Lion to let him go scrambling free and then spins around to face this new arrival.
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WHAT ARE YOU DOING DOWN HERE?!
[ She's shrill, breathless and wide-eyed with panic. I'm sorry, did you think this would be a cool entrance? ]
Just go, go, go! Go back up the stairs and run!
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We're trying to figure out what's going on!!
[She hurls the rock at the thing's head, already ducking to grab another one.]
And I'm not letting you fight it alone!
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The monster's attention is taken by a petite girl yelling at the group with fear clear in her eyes. Now that was a trick Kingslayer would like to learn, but more importantly...]
No way am I leaving this thing alone! If it gets loose, it'll attack the populace, and as dumb as the Spectres are they don't deserve to get torn apart by this freak.
Plus Shorty, [Kingslayer has no room to talk here,] has a point. Even with your fancy tricks, taking on an absolute beast like this on your own is a dangerous proposition. And anyways, I'm a fighter. I'm not gonna back down from a challenge!
So why don't you STOP WASTING YOUR TIME ON YELLING AT US AND HELP ME OUT SO WE CAN RIP THIS THING APART! [They say while yelling.]
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Welp, that's... well is it weird? He's not sure if something else is supposed to be coming out, but it does feel Incorrect somehow.]
I'm fine!... and listen to her- we're just distracting her at this point. She'll fight better if we're out of the way!
[She looks so small, but if just one shot could stagger the beast then.... she was clearly above their level. he hates it, but he doesn't doubt it one bit]
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[He books his way back, somewhat uneasily given the perpetual feeling of Which Way Is Up, to the stairs, a few steps up it, before he half-turns to look back at the others.] We need to fall back and regroup.
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With a quick wave of her hand, she pelts the creature with more ice, but it's pretty clear now that her trajectory is aimed squarely at the staircase. ]
Just hurry and run! None of us stand a chance down here right now but if we get back to town I can seal the way here back up!
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[She bolts and makes a beeline for the stairs, keeping an eye behind her to make sure the others are all keeping up.]
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[And then they notice Lion coughing up that odd glitter, and the sheer force of that thing's blow, and how badly even they got beaten by just one punch, and-
They couldn't let him get hurt even more here. Not when he was one of the only ones to actually respect them at all after they woke up.]
Fine. Let's go.
[They swiftly move to Kingslayer's side, helping him towards the stairs.]
C'mon. We don't have any time to waste.
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In our defense, I think it was a good plan?
[Let's run... awkwardly, but still running]
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It's likely he's not the only one with a habit of 'everyone else first me last' so if people are gonna make an issue of him hanging back he'll go, but like, please at least let's get the injured guy out first before he pops back up topside.]
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... unfortunately for the girl, between pulling out the sword and the fountain jerking into motion, she totters to one side, loses her balance and... plops straight into the water. Kersplash. ]
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Taking in a deep, rattling breath, Kingslayer enjoys the decidedly stationary sights and sounds of Limbo for a few moments, glad to be out of that (literal?) hellhole.
They walk towards the girl, hand extended as if to help her up...
...and they take the sword instead, testing its weight in their grip.]
I'll be taking this.
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[Pariah glares at Kingslayer before climbing in to help Rei back up, looking for any obvious wounds.]
Are you okay?
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[he lowers himself down to rest against the fountain... but once the keyblade is taken it moves and he just flops over]
...ah.
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[ She sounds thoroughly exhausted, and she has to lean a little on Pariah to climb back to her feet. ]
I'm.... I'm fine, but I don't understand– how did all of you...? W–why were you down there?!
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[He also doesn't know if they can die after already being dead? Hm. He gives a hard look over at the armored one. Gods, do they ever calm down?] He and I were attempting to fix the fountain. And then the stairwell opened up. I think you'll find a number of us are not the mindless souls wandering about up here if you're familiar with the area.
So yes. We found the sword. Which, [addressed to Kingslayer] I very much doubt belongs to you.
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Don't fret too much- if this is anything to go by-
[He gestures to his eyepatch]
-I must be used to this type of damage... or was used to?
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Did somebody say there were injuries?! [Medic sprints into the square, skids to a halt, catches herself on the edge of the fountain to keep from falling over, and shouts out her question all in one breath. She doesn't even pause.] Hello yes hi, where's the patient, please show me immediately.
[I'm so fucking sorry about her.]
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