WEEK 4, DAY 7: MISSION

[wonderful_mods]

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[Darkness. Silence. That's all that hangs over Tatsumi Port. The city is completely blacked out, all signals are dead. No phones work, there's nothing but static on televisions and radios across town.

The sky is overcast, and the people on the Realground have found themselves looking up towards the sky... perhaps the giant tower standing where Gekkoukan High School once was might be an indication of why. Oddly, none on the RG seem to actually see it - at least, none of them notice it, judging by what you might find if you scan.

Speaking of scanning... the area is shockingly noise free. There's no interference, just a calm, unflinching acceptance.

All of the walls are down. Reapers have no orders, players have no mission. It's obvious there's one thing left to do.]

[[OOC Note: There is a Mission Reward, but the mods couldn't bear to let go of their radio silence. Mouse-over the dashes!]]

Comments

[zebrarhyme_everytime]

[Bowing to the inevitable, Zecora paces measuredly to the tower, her pin deck clutched so tightly in one hand it's close to breaking the skin.]

[apprisingreaper]

[If anyone decides to make the journey up the two hundred sixty-two floors yes, really, and there isn't even an elevator making up the tower now replacing the high school, they may be disappointed to find that what is left on the roof is more of the same. The darkness is just as suffocating as ever, and though the wind is more audible, that's the only sound that can be heard. It's as if anything else just doesn't exist anymore except the tower, the few people up on this roof, and... wait, what's up in the sky?

Something dark moves in front of the moon, descending slowly down to the roof. Everything about it-the wings, the long sword, the grey skin-is inhuman, and unfamiliar... except that face. The skin may be paler, the grin may be more twisted, and the bright eyes may have been replaced with gaping, soulless holes, but that face still belongs to a boy that hasn't been seen since early the previous day. The monster Ryoji had been so terrified of becoming has finally appeared.]

[shy_kindness]

[The Flutters are staring at the tower, extremely worried. Fluttershy is very hesitant to go into that tower. Fluttercruel's hesitant, too. Both of them are weary of what might be in there. But there's a chance to convince them to enter.]

[vexed_snake]

[What, the world's ending? Darkness everywhere, an impending sense of doom? And you're all going to play hero and go up there yourselves?

Should be an entertaining show. Asakura's just going to watch whatever fights break out because of this...but maybe he could be convinced to help?]

Death Arcana/Aftermath

[apprisingreaper]

[And so it's come to this. Many have stood against Nyx despite the danger, despite the fact that this world most likely will end. Whoever was brave enough to take on this battle would have had to fight for what seemed like an eternity. Perhaps sometimes, they needed to fall back, let others deal with the monster, and perhaps they wondered if this was ever really going to end.

Those still fighting now, however, will see a faint glimmer of hope. Nyx sounds less apathetic now, almost angry as it changes forms again, and what it says afterwards is another sign of finality.]

The moment man devoured the fruit of knowledge, he sealed his fate... Entrusting his future to the cards, man clings to a dim hope. Yet, the Arcana is the means by which all is revealed. Beyond the beaten path lies the absolute end. It matters not who you are... Death awaits you.

[It's come full circle now, but is anyone ready to bring down Death itself?]