Endgame: This is the Way the World Ends - RUANA

[animusmods]

Characters: open to those who want to fight Ruana
Setting: the lower administrative levels
Format: action, please!
Summary: It's time to take control of the Tower.
Warnings: physical and psychological horror, violence

When everyone is assembled, Zo opens up a portal--rather, he rips into space violently, as if doing anything less will cause it to snap back shut again. The way the portal quivers and shakes at the edges, it really might. He'll hurry everyone through--and they'll all step into a bedroom. The bed in the center is decorated in pink, with a large canopy and curtains surrounding the bed itself. The curtains are closed. It's silent, but the pressure is so thick in the air it's a living thing all its own. It's completely silent.

Comments

[ambassadorasshat]

Hands from the ceiling?

[He's not really expecting an answer to that question, mostly just thinking aloud. The silence unnerves him, and everything seems suspicious because of it--especially the ceiling, which he glances up at as if the mentioned hands might be visible. He's on the opposite side of the group as Asch is, also ready to draw his weapon.]

...Is she here?

[forceless]

[Ven remained to the outside of the overall formation, his keyblade materializing into his hand-- not with Lost Memory like he usually used, but the black steel of Oblivion instead. He'd hardly used it since Roxas had given it to him so long ago-- and now, maybe he needed the extra luck. The blade stuck out backwards behind his grasp, and he moved his left arm in front of him and those to his side, stepping defensively for now.

In a way, he's kind of glad he's not the only one who feels stifled by the silence-- and despite the serious expression on his face, is more than welcome to indulge the conversation. At least until the tension finally broke and something happened.]

She's always watching, isn't she? [That sounded kind of cliche when he said it out loud...] Maybe not totally here, but....

[sageprincess]

With her powers as they are now, there is little telling what she can and cannot do.

[But they can't fail here, and so they won't. That's all there is to it. Zelda continues to glare at the curtains surrounding the bed as though to will whatever hides behind them to become visible, her fingers flexing as they sparkle with magic. The scimitar she took from Luke's Auldrant rests at her hip, but it's more of an emergency weapon should she be without her own power if anything.

Asch is right - there is no way she didn't know they were going to come for her, but... the air remains stagnant, oppressive, silent. She doesn't like it.]

... She wants us to make the first move.

[animusnpcs]

[The tension in the air grows ever more oppressive. The curtains of the bed flutter slightly, though there is no wind.]