You're probably woken up by the explosion first. A loud, deafening boom comes from behind the walls of the residential district. When you look outside your window towards the darker, more secretive area of the city, you might see the structure around it... crumbling, the land falling in on itself slowly but surely. That might be what wakes you up first. If it doesn't, you may be awoken instead by the sudden jerking feeling behind your navel pulling you from where you are to somewhere... else.
It's dark. The first thing you notice is that it's dark -- and then come the scrabbling sounds of creatures in the dark, like metal being dragged across metal, a chilling, sharp sound. The first thing that becomes clear, as your vision adjusts, is that you're on a rickety pathway, metal and rusting and frail, above what appears to be yawning blackness. Far, far below, there's the faint sound of rushing water, a ways away.
The second thing that becomes clear is that you are very much not alone. Something is out there with you, and from the screeching metallic noises that come ever closer, it seems to be stalking you.
Thankfully, you're not alone -- right?  ...
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PHASE I [ ??? ] It’s drafty here. You’re below ground, that’s for certain from the echoes of the wind in the darkness. If you continue on forwards along the rickety, metal railing that serves as a walkway, the skittering noises of creatures in the dark follow -- but they don’t appear.
It seems everyone has been dumped along this pathway at random; you may be with friends, with enemies or with someone you’ve never met before, but either way, it soon becomes clear. There are only two ways to go along this path: up or down.
If you choose to take the path that follows a gradual slope down, the sounds of water lapping against a surface increase bit by bit, the air growing heavier and danker, until finally, the metallic platform gives way very suddenly (watch your step!) to a muddy bank. Down here, everything is darker, and not far away there’s the water. It’s cold and frigid and there are unfriendly creatures that await if you choose to delve into it. However, if you brave those creatures, and dive deeply enough, there is a mask. It rests half-buried by silt and rocks, but it’s there, and can be found by any intrepid explorers.
Somehow, it feels a little familiar.
And if you carry on in the cave system underground, eventually you will come across what appears to be an altar. There is blood on it -- not fresh, but not more than a month old -- and pieces of trinkets. Old bits of cloth, locks of hair, and some of them may even be familiar. Any dropped character who has a reasonably large amount of spiritual or magical power may have left scraps, such as pieces of clothing, trinkets, hair, or the sort behind at the altar.
Maybe that's why they weren't in the Nexus Code.
PHASE II [ ??? ] If you go up, you will eventually make your way above ground. It takes some time, and some luck -- you’ll have to avoid rusty railing and pathways, the path crumbling under you and that creeping sensation that something is following and watching you -- and then you’ll suddenly be in fresh air.
Well. It’s not so fresh, really.
The landscape is broken down and crumbled. It may have once been part of the city of Cerealia, but now it is in utter disrepair and decay. Buildings have crumbled, and debris is everywhere. There are signs of the same level of technology that Cerealia has -- but it is all broken down and utterly inaccessible.
And you’re not alone.
It seems the technology and metal and broken down destruction has gained sentience over its time sitting alone, waiting. And it is not happy to be disturbed. The creatures are made of pieces of everything around them, and when cut down, they’ll just slowly rebuild themselves from the debris.
It might be time to run.
They aren't happy about being disturbed, and you're in their way.
PHASE III [ ??? ] Above ground, there are a lot of broken down buildings.
Some can’t be accessed at all; some are too broken, too reduced to rubble. For those looking for shelter, they'll be able to find buildings where the doors can be forced open and they can camp out on the inside to various degrees of stability. Though the ceiling may cave in or the floor fall out from under you at a moment's notice, it's better than being out there. Be careful, because none of the architecture here can be trusted anymore.
And other buildings... are even less trustworthy than that.
There is a series of buildings in the midst of the wasteland, somehow still standing. They stand there silently, towering over the rest of the rubble in their two-story glory, and if the doors are forced open, it soon becomes clear that the building itself is full of mirrors.
Once, the mirrors had perhaps covered the walls and ceiling. Once, this building might have been akin to something of a ballet studio, somewhere to express yourself creatively. But now the mirrors are shattered and broken into pieces and the building lacks the joy it might have once held. Shards of mirror cover the floor, some big, some not so big, but they still hang from the walls as well and everywhere you look, you can see yourself.
And then, the reflection changes. From one blink to the next, you see a memory playing in the mirrors. Your memory. You’ll see a glimpse of one of your most traumatic or life-changing moments, broken up but clear in the shards. Blink and look away, and it’s gone, only to show up again in the next mirror a few moments later. Surely it’s just a trick of the light, right?
Except if someone else is with you, they’ll see it too -- and you might end up seeing a bit of their own past as well. Hope you're fond of sharing.
PHASE IV [ ??? ] If you survive the monsters, the crumbling landscape and the untrustworthy buildings, you may eventually find a terminal. It is buried deep among the rubble. One turn around a corner, one stumble into a hole, and you will find it. It sits there, out in the middle of nowhere; the building in which it used to be housed is apparently long gone, reduced to nothing but rubble.
And if you turn it on, there is a brief message.
Transmission Broadcasting.
Transmission Connected.
And then, there is a face.
BONUS [ ??? ] For those who have been wearing their masks a little too much, they might also start to notice that there are some strange effects attached, which worsen the more they’ve been wearing said masks. How badly they worsen is up to your discretion.
➝ Broken Mask: An intense feeling of paranoia, focused on whoever your character is with. They might also begin to remember fabricated memories of being betrayed by those people.
➝ Barcode Mask: Everything will begin to have value to them. There will be whispers in the back of their mind of the worth of their friends, the worth of a monster, the worth of everything around them. An intense need to own and consume as much as possible and as quickly as possible.
➝ Dripping Blood Mask: An intense lack of self-worth, a hollow feeling and thoughts of being weak and empty. Feeling as disposable as possible and an intense listless along with it.
➝ :( Mask: A need to prove yourself, to show everyone how strong you are as quickly as possible. You can do things, you can be of worth to everyone around you. Why won't they see that? Why?
➝ Ivy Mask: A choking sort of terror from all things metal and technology based, and a need to lash out against it. An intense distrust for anything that they feel is against the laws of nature.
➝ Grey Mask: More personable than normal, more emotional, more empathetic. An intense feeling of kindness and gratitude to those around you and a renewed love of life.
➝ Feather Mask: A dulled, lack of emotion. A detached feeling to everything around you. A sort of bland curiosity towards things without any empathetic reaction.
➝ Bloody Fingerprints Mask: They'll feel absolutely fine. No change.
The effects of the broken mask can stack on top of the others, if they chose to break their mask after the other effects began to appear. No other effects can be stacked, as no other changes can be stacked.
PENALTY [ ??? ] For characters who die while in the dark parts of the city, things will get... a little strange. They will die as normal, but they will wake up almost immediately after their death -- in the Nexus Code. They will have a few surreal moments to be there, to see their friends who have left Cerealia hanging lifelessly from odd, glimmering strands (though there are some faces, of course, that are missing, anyone who was spiritual, or magical, seems strangely absent) and then --
They’re back to being dead.
When characters revive in Cerealia, anywhere from one IC day to three or four IC days later, they will find that things are… not quite right with their code. They’re glitching, for a lack of a better word. Sometimes, their fingers will phase right through an object, their own limbs registering as cold and lifeless. Sometimes, they will see a face watching them -- but when they turn around to try to see who it is, the face will be gone.
These effects will last an IC week, before slowly things go back to normal.
That was strange.
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If nothing else, it keeps her from collapsing to the ground in a semi-hysterical, sobbing heap, and she nods without her eyes leaving his face. She'll have to glance away soon enough, she knows, but just the thought of even accidentally catching a glimpse of another mirror makes her cringe a bit.
Still, she has to try. ]
O-okay.
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...but he gets an idea.
that happens every so often, thankfully.]
You can cover your eyes, if you want to.
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... [ That actually seems to be a good idea, and Mary nods slowly, taking a step back before she closes her eyes and-- sways uncertainly. Okay, her balance probably won't be the best like this, but maybe if she just follows the sound of Roxas' voice... ]
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[it's okay, he's got a plan here. once her eyes are covered... he'll stand behind her, placing his hands lightly on her shoulders and guiding her forward.
this way, she's able to not look at the shards, and roxas can put his concentration into guiding her so that he doesn't get sucked into his own bad memories.]
...Is this okay? [he still double checks though, for good measure.]
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Yeah... thanks, Roxas.
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[he says it through the shards' audio; the muffled sound of roxas saying "Xion... who else will I have ice cream with?" with such desperation filters to his ears, and he tries harder to move more quickly for the sake of being away from his.]
Let's just... get out here.
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It's not just her memory, she realizes then, it's-- ]
It's also yours--
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[he says it with a quiet tone of defeat. his memories are there too, he's not going to deny it... but he doesn't want mary to have to live them after experiencing her own. it's too much.]
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If you need to run, I can run.
[ She doesn't know how close to the exit they are. Her feet are bleeding and sore. But she doesn't want to stay any longer in a place that's going to hurt Roxas, too. ]
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[he's trying his best not to cause her any excess worry. sure, he hates it but... he wants to get mary out of there, and he'll be able to check out her injuries afterwards.]
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We're out now... you can open your eyes.
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She doesn't feel much better, but it's much quieter out here, and it feels a lot less like she's being crippled beneath the weight of her own memories. ]
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[he says that, but neither of them is really okay right now, and maybe that's why he takes up the offer she makes with her arms.
it's... strange. the whole situation is strange and roxas doesn't really know what to make of it. but there is something else he needs to ask, something else that he's been worried about since the moment they'd been separated.]
...Are you hurt at all? [physically, he means.]
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[ Her voice is still soft, probably barely audible when she's speaking into his shoulder. That's really the worst of it. A few bruises and scrapes from stumbling/falling into things, but they're shallow, at worst.
Her chest hurts too, but that's due to something completely different, and she tightens her grip-- just a bit. Which won't help if he actually wants to look her over, but she's been looking for him for so long... and don't both of them need the comfort right now? ]
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[he'll have to let go in order to do that, since it's a lot more effective to use spells with his keyblade than without, but given how tightly she's holding on... she may not be ready.
so he stays like that, slowly bringing his arms up to return the gesture and dipping his head down a bit.]
We can sit for a while, too. I'll find somewhere safe.
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Mary does nod, silent, but he should be able to feel the motion. Hearing the feeble "sorry" might not be as easy. ]
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neither of them is very okay right now, but having gotten such a clear look at mary's memories, he feels like she has to be worse off. she has to feel things so much more intensely if she's got a heart, right? so... if this is what she needs, he'll let her hold on for as long as she wants.
(unless something more dangerous gets in their way, but the coat is clear for the time being.)]
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I'm... I'll be okay, [ she says finally, lifting her head. Is she okay now? No. But eventually... she'll get past this. ]
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then she had to be able to get past that just from reliving a memory, right? he wants to think that much of her, it feels like it would be unfair for him to treat her otherwise.]
Yeah...
Let's sit down for a minute... I'll see what I can do... [for her injuries, he means. at the very least, roxas tries to offer a small smile in the hopes it'll help a little.]
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whatever the reasons add up to, it doesn't matter all that much. he wants to help mary right now, so he follows her to that spot, and doesn't hesitate to summon oathkeeper while looking her over for injuries.]
...Heal! [he calls it out, casting a curaga—he's standing close enough to reap some of the benefits, so he feels a bit of a fade in his fatigue. it can't do terribly much but invigorate and take care of smaller flesh wounds... but it's better than nothing at all.
still, he'll ask once he's cast it:] Did that help?
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Yeah... [ wriggling her toes tentatively ] I feel a lot better now.
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[he honestly feels a bit of relief hearing her say that. and once she has, he'll dismiss the keyblade and sit down right next to her, breathing out quietly. he needs a minute to rest—that took a considerable amount of energy, considering the fact that he was already pretty tired to begin with.]
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[ And he'd been trembling earlier. It's actually probably a silly question to ask, now that she thinks about it. ]
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