Endgame: Eyes I Dare Not Meet in Dreams

[animusnpcs]

Characters: open
Setting: floor 101/hidden floor; June 2
Format: action brackets, please
Summary: Something arrives.
Warnings: psychological horror, physical horror, violence

[The thing arrives on the twenty-third floor where no one is around to see it. But even if there was anyone except the retrieval units there, they would hardly have a chance to spot a single shadow, as the Tower pushes around and caresses the thing, hiding it away. The Tower ripples, then, and delivers the thing up and up, skipping floor after floor.

Floor one-hundred and one goes dark, and the glamour fails entirely. There's a thing lurking about in the darkness, approaching the way to the hidden floor. It can't be seen in this gloom, but it can be heard taking heavy, laden footsteps.]

Comments

Hidden Floor

[culbutiri]

[Darkness did not scare Nesir. She was born and raised in darkness, most of her earliest training had been done in the dead of night. She is still afraid, of what is coming and of what might happened but she pushes it away. Servants of shadow do not fear anything, and temple warrior acolytes do not show fear even when it is felt. She was both.] We do be needing to be ready. [The only light came from their souls and she looked around at the wireframes] If you can be fighting be getting near the doors, if you can no be then be getting back, be setting up places to tend the injured. If anyone do be having any real weapons left they do be needing to be distributed.

Re: Hidden Floor

[provenworth]

[Coming to stand next to Nesir, Elena doesn't stop the gasp that comes when lights falter, leaving nothing but dark blackness. Hands fist at her sides, eyes blinking furiously to acclimate to the sudden loss of vision.

For a girl so young, she's too calm. Too...ready to face whatever horror was clearly coming their way.]

Agreed. Everybody here should also understand that there is a very good chance that this might be our last stand. We should give it everything we have. If one of us falls, do what you can to move us to the side to those who will be tending to the wounded, but do not give so much as an inch onto this floor.

[Elena is a fighter, but really when she has the right weapons. And, in a fight like this, she suspects it'll take more than fists and kicks to stop it.]

I will lead up the efforts to mend anybody who gets hurt in the process. We'll set up three stations to take care of anybody who gets hurt. Who will help me?

[culbutiri]

[Nesir nodded, she liked Elena, her words were sensible and calm. It was good strategy.] We do no be giving an inch but we do be moving the injured back and be making sure to be giving passage to any who do be seeking refuge here. [Not everyone was on this floor, but she was sure that they would come. And if this was to be a last stand they had the right to fight it.]

[She looked around hoping that some people agreed to help Elena]

[provenworth]

Depending on who steps up to assist, those who are quicker can assist in moving the wounded away from the fight so they can be tended to.

[And hopefully, if the damage wasn't too severe, returned to battle. With Riki and Ruana as the last two Admins left to defeat - in one sense of the word or another - they were going to have to put up one hell of a fight.]

Would you be willing to inform others as they arrive of the clinic stations, Nesir?

[culbutiri]

[Nesir nodded at the plans and the suggestion] I will be doing, I will be making sure of it. Where will you be being based?

[notagiraffe]

[A small wire hand tugs at Elena's side. It had taken a few seconds to realise he could change back to human form even without the glamour now that his powers were real.] I can heal... I can't fight but I can help the injured... and... sorry... as long as the glamour stays off then the blood won't make me sick... [He felt strong for the first time in a long while.]

[provenworth]

[The faint tugging on her clothes causes Elena to pause, eyes turning down to the boy. Hardly one to turn away good help, Elena nods and offers a smile.]

Thank you. Every set of hands helps. Let us hope for both our sakes that the glamor stays off.

[If feeling in her gut is right, this could turn into a bloody mess.]

I'm Elena. And you are?

[notagiraffe]

Yes... I hope lots of people have the new liquid... so they can still use their powers... [It seemed that way though from the way people were talking] I'm... um... sorry I'm Taiki... it's nice to meet you Elena...

Re: Hidden Floor

[slightlyoblivious]

I've got healing magic and it's at full power. I'll do whatever I can.

[She nods her head once. She still remembers what happened a few months ago, but Nesir's logic is sound. She can't fault that.]

[provenworth]

[Did somebody say 'healing magic'?!]

Healing magic, thank the summons... What's the extent of the magic Miss...?

[slightlyoblivious]

[Yes, she did.]

Yukiko Amagi. I can't heal stuff like - if someone's gone berserk, I can't heal that, but otherwise, I can do up to full healing.

[warriorscribe]

I have a real sword in my stash if you can find it in the dark. It's along the east wall. The tip is bent, however. I don't know what use it will be.

*Enoch's wireframe, set apart by his gleaming armor and his jeans and sandals, and the Arch which remained an arc of blue light in the darkness, headed for the teleporter entrance. She'd have to come in this way, right? He could take hits reliably, thanks to his armor, and if he could simply keep Ruana's attention, there might be a chance for the others. Maybe a chance for Zo and Aria to get away.*

[culbutiri]

Probably be being more use than foil daggers. [She had a couple of real ones on her belt and she took one out and put it down on the floor.] Be piling any spare weapons here for people to be taking. [She went to go and search for Enoch's sword]

[warriorscribe]

((ooc: Just a note that he's abandoned his defensive position.))

*Nesir is very likely to find the blade, though, and is free to add it to the pile.*

[notayoungkitten]

[Her gun is finally useless now. If she can find a real one, or even if she can find a knife, anything it will be enough to fight. Ocelot has been left with a sense of resignation. Live or die, or doesn't matter. It's all the same to her.

She lives the life of a soldier who has always known war and such a soldier doesn't fear death.]

If only we were given more weapons. Film won't help us any longer.

[culbutiri]

No it will no be. But there do be being no point in wishing for things we do no be having. [She picks up the spare dagger that she had put in the pathetically small pile of real weapons] You can be using this. It do be being sharp at least. [A small bit of fear comes into her voice, Ocelot's probably one of the few who she finds it hard to fool.]

[notayoungkitten]

[She takes the dagger carefully, as though she's been offered a holy object. She's not even sure how much use this will be in the long run. How much time do they have, really? A day?

Ocelot hasn't slept yet, and she has no idea of knowing what awaits her and now she's fairly certain she won't sleep at all.

But she puts on the same face of confidence she always wears.]

Thank you.

We will win this, Nesir.

[culbutiri]

[Nesir tries for a confident smile, she not sure she had succeeded. But it didn't matter, her face was blank foil.] Winning or losing we will be putting up a fight. No one will be saying we did be going down easily.

[Winning would be better, and Nesir hoped they would win. Even light addled idiots could fight hard when it came down to their lives and the lives of their friends.]

[chevalier_mal_fet]

I will Aid in holding the Door for as long as I am Able.
[He is only a tall Construction of Wire and Film, his Metal hand curled around an ill-favored, though Actual, blade-- but there is still something of the Swordsman about his stance, his movements.

He lays his Metal hand upon what he knows to be her shoulder.]
Your God go with You now, Nesir Aeser.

[culbutiri]

[She recognised the voice, the one thing the failure in glamour couldn't hide. She was glad he was still here and she turned a blank foil face up to him.] Your gods be being with you too. We do be being ready.

[chevalier_mal_fet]

[Though they cost him Much in Time and Mind, he is Glad to have gained and kept his Powers, now.
Taking his hand from her shoulder, he swaps the Real blade into it-- while into his free hand comes Arondight. The Black Sword is crawling with a livid, red flame that casts a fearful glow.]

Aye, Gods or no, we are Ready.

[culbutiri]

We do be being. [She looked back towards the teleporter and took a breath. She had no powers, real or otherwise and so could only rely on the real dagger she had in her hand.]