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LOST DAYS... Final Round

It's all darkness.

The feeling of nothingness, of being nothing. Of not existing. You have no thoughts, you will never have any thoughts again. While that fact is not comforting, because you cannot be comforted anymore, it is true.

There's a certain rest to being... nothing. And to both knowing and not knowing, that your time is done.

So it's all the more unfortunate when you feel, because you shouldn't feel. And the feeling is burning in your lungs, which you shouldn't have. Because you are- or were- nothing.

And then, you inhale a desperate gasp of air and open your eyes...

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Your goal is to remove the corruption. Make sure your character stat sheet is up to date, and reply with a link to it in this comment.

Then, reference this sheet for the types of rolls that might be asked of you.

If the roll uses a stat that was not on your sheet, don’t worry, I will tell you what to use instead depending on the tenor of the roll. For instance, Manipulate Someone may use Sharp or Tough instead of Charm. And you may want to Manipulate Someone… just saying!

Also, your characters will ICly know that the goal is to remove the corruption via the immediate, continuous feeling that something is not right. They will have a vision of their vision being overtaken by flowers, and their senses and feelings folding into a heightened feeling of rage.

NOTE: This round will be less intense than previous rounds, and more exploration focused! As I won't be focusing on it for 5 hours straight due to What Is Time... If you would like relentless, nearly kills you stuff, I'm happy to oblige. Just let me know your comfort level.

Pink's stats

I have no idea if this is filled out right

stats

Angel stats

Baby stats for babys, please lmk if I need to change something!

You're certain you were dead. The feeling is possibly familiar to you, as formally still lungs inhale a desperate gasp of air. But there's something unsettling about this compared to the times you've revived in the past. You get the sense that just moments ago, you were nothing. The essence known as "you" definitely did not exist, with an air of finality.

You open your eyes as panic overtakes you at that thought, that you were nothing. That you had left so much potential behind. That-- it's dark? And you are certainly in a cramped space, aren't you. As you start to move, you feel the vestiges of rigor mortis. It's difficult, even painful to move your limbs. You feel phantom injuries and unhealed wounds.

But it is dark, and so you can't see them. There is plush silk surrounding your body, and as your hands move, you quickly realize where you are.

You are in your own coffin. And the air-- there's only so much of it, isn't there?

[not going to panic since this actually isn't a first for her, carefully pushing the lid a little?]

Though it looks like cloth, you can feel the wood solidly behind it. Whatever put you in this coffin-- they made sure it was finely built.

[pushing with more force ... come on ... ]

[it is pretty solidly resistant to her, unless she tries something with extreme force.]

[she is not a lightweight, so she is definitely giving it her all!! pep powers don't help much with trying to hulk out]

[She would sit up but it's hard to move in such a cramped space, right? She'll try to test where her hands can touch around her, if anything can open.]

The coffin is solidly built, and made perfectly for her body. Whoever put her in this put a lot of time and care behind it.

[Knocking on the coffin door, knock knock knock.]

Well... it's quiet! No one knocks back. :(

[Reflexively slaps his hands over his mouth which--helps him not use up too much air screaming, I guess. IT'S VERY HARD NOT TO PANIC as he feels around--first for at least his phone or something, then for any gaps he can try to wedge open--and then it's even harder not to panic when that doesn't get him anywhere. Finally just kicking at the lid, hoping it gives one way or the other.]

The coffin starts to give as he kicks his way out, but in the gaps, dirt and soil roll in just as quickly.

It threatens to overwhelm him, and there's no sign of sunlight to reassure him.

[gasps, kicking and brushing clumps of earth away a bit more frantically, feeling for the hole and then twisting to try and shoulder his way through, scrabbling for the surface]

As you claw your way out, it becomes impossible to not feel the burn start on your lungs. Take one harm now.

Six feet is just so much. And dirt is deceptively malleable, forcing its way into your nose, your ears, your mouth. And this smells of death.

Which is appropriate, because you find yourself in a dully lit graveyard. In the distance, you can see what must be the glow of a city, obscured by soft rolling hills. And there are paths through the graves for grieving families. But none of those families are here. You are alone.

And you are confused, and desperate, and not even entirely sure what just happened, as a dull dumbness takes over your mind from untreated wounds and brain damage and--

Then the feeling vanishes. You hadn't realized it wasn't your own feelings until that moment.

There is a gravestone behind you. And you can see a path leading out of the cemetery.

[Cool cool cool, shoving himself up onto the more solid grass and collapsing] Ahaha--hahaha--h-hh.. hhh [just need to have a manic giggle]

It's quiet as he does that. There are no sounds here, and it's nighttime. So... he really is all alone.

[Good, other people being around when he's losing it is terrible... It takes a minute for him to be able to stand without his knees giving out, but once he's able to he'll.. give the tombstone a resentful look and start down the patch.]

Here Lies Jason Peter Todd

[This feeling is both familiar and new - Levity doesn't yet know that Hythlodaeus is long dead, but the subconscious does remember certain things. The blind panic, the soulcrushing regret at not having managed to do anything, and the ghost of pain... Unfortunately for Levity, it all tangles into one mess of fear, panic, desire to survive somehow. He shudders, feeling claustrophobic, tries to struggle through the pain, starts hyperventilating. Good job!

His hands find the lid and he pushes at it roughly. Let him out!!]

[it is very solid, so he is going to have to do more.

but also, his air is very quickly running out.]

[uh oh sisters!!! He tries to think through the panic; there is little to no space to take a swing, so instead Levity tries to shift down a little, pulls a leg up as much as possible before kicking down at the bottom of the coffin.]

You find yourself staring up at a dark city from an alleyway you don't entirely remember entering. Several things overwhelm your senses at once. The sounds are vibrant. If you've never had the chance to experience a major city's ambiance, well here this one is. From passing cars, you might hear blaring songs with bass that overwhelms the actual movement. Or the shake of an overpowered motorcycle. In the distance you can hear the wail of sirens.

And around you, you can hear people. The sounds of them living-- at least what would be typical of living at night, perhaps on a weekend.

The smells are just as overwhelming. Right now, being in an alleyway, you get the distinct, displeasurable smell of garbage, mold, and probably a few other things. Make sure to avoid any unknown puddles-- it doesn't look like it's rained recently.

The lighting is dim from this vantage point, but on the street, it's brighter. You can head back further into the alleyway, if you would really like, retracing the steps you don't remember taking... Or move forward to the main street and try to get a sense of where you are.

[Pink's been to plenty of major metropolitan areas in Japan but this place is distinctly not like that. He brushes his hands over his hair again and down his front like he's trying to get rid of residual dirt whether it's still there or not, mostly out of nerves. He'll head out to the main street once he's composed though, looking for street signs.]

There aren't many defined signs. There aren't even many actual roads, and what roads exist mostly have generic names like "MLK Jr Avenue" and "Jefferson St."

But there is a manor in the distance that you can see.

[heading toward it, since it seems like the most orienting landmark]

Well, right this way.

Moving forward, you feel like you walked all the way to this manor, in which you find yourself in the foyer for. It’s clean, and fancy. And it just looks far too big and empty, despite all of its grandeur. You glance around, and there are so many hallways that you could take-- it is a fancy manor.

But the primary rooms with definition include a sitting room, and then a staircase leading up.

[Eeeh... Well he'll sneak around upstairs first, since no one seems about to appear yet]

[HM! you find yourself somewhere new]

Edited 2021-04-10 05:13 (UTC)

You find yourself on the street of a city. Its sounds and sights are everywhere! If you've ever wondered what a real modern city might sound like, this is it. The street is relatively well lit, though there aren't many people out at this time of night. And there's an instinct in you that recognizes you should definitely stay away from some of them. You hear a cop car in the distance, but it quickly fades.

Otherwise, it's late at night, and while there are some lights on in the apartments over the street, the primary source of light is the street lamps. You sort of smell someone's dinner, but it's faded, and mostly overwhelmed by the smell of a recent rain. If you look behind you, you see yourself at the entrance of a... school? "Ma Gunn's School for Wayward Children."

You could go in there, or you could turn in either direction on the street.

[Eyeing that sign, feeling turned around since he could swear the manor he was in didn't have that many buildings nearby.]

Guess it wasn't a warm childhood...?

[He'll peek each way down the street, trying to determine if there are any destinations that seem to stand out other than the school behind him.]

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