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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His name is Chaltier. He is the Swordian of Earth.
[Hmph.]
It would be pitiful if he could not sense this much.
[There's a pause, and then Chal laughs weakly at that. "Right... I'm glad I could help, though!"
One of the two of them is definitely nicer.]
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I totally appreciate it. [To Chal, again. Leon do you need to be put in time out...] So...if he's the Swordian of Earth what does that make you? Like a wizard of earth? [She's absolutely not serious but then again, you never know with Cerealia.] I've never really seen anybody use magic like you used out there.
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Leon does need to be put in time out....with a juicebox, preferably, and maybe a blankie for a nap. But there's no time for that, so instead he frowns shortly at her words (is she making fun of him....)]
... I am the Swordian Master of Earth, naturally. [Duh!!] My partnership with Chaltier allows me to use the earth artes that you've seen, amongst others.
[Also it gives him a talking sword friend which is always good.]
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Which means there're other Swordian Masters right? For all of the other elements. How do you even become a master of an element like that?
[It's not that weird. Then again she has a monster in her soul that can randomly teleport people sometimes and tells her where to go, so it would take a lot to really weird her out.]
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[He sheathes Chaltier (gently) and crosses his arms as he faces her properly, examining her as if trying to find a reason beyond basic curiosity that she would ask.
... Hm.]
There are six Swordians. To become a Swordian Master means that you have been chosen by the Swordian, and a contract has been formed.
[Though it's not as sinister magical girl-esque as it sounds, don't worry.]
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Six, huh? Earth, water, air, fire...what are the other two? If you're chosen by the Swordian do you have to take the contract?
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[Naturally..... or, at least, 'light' and 'dark' are the only two he'd ever be able to imagine would go along with them, but he should probably know by now that different worlds have different Everything.]
And no, of course not. It is a mutually accepted contract.
[No Kyubeys here indeed. But Leon always gets uncomfortable when the conversation lingers on himself and his situation, so--]
If you are finished interrogating me now? We are only temporarily safe at best.
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She seems a little surprised like she's just now realizing that oh, right, they're sort of focusing on the wrong thing here.]
Right. [You're prickly, Leon, but you're interesting to her.] If you want, I can check for a clear path for you to get out of here and avoid more monsters. It's a pretty big city.
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... And how do you intend to do that?
[He's noticed that she's not all she seems, of course, but this is...still something strange that he's really never heard of before.]
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You're not the only one with a friend that can help you out. She's not a sword but she's still pretty special to me. [She's just leaving it at that mostly to see what Leon does.]
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Are you purposefully being unnecessarily vague?
[He's... not impressed by this showmanship, Rise!! (he's curious)]
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[But okay. She gets that Leon's probably going to explode soon so she pauses to really concentrate.]
Persona. [There's the flash of light and the usual fanfare that comes from summoning before Leon will find himself face to face with a tall satellite in a dress hovering behind Rise. She waits for a moment, appraising Leon curiously before she grins up at Kanzeon.]
Not quite a magic sword, but a little close don't you think?
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Okay, look.
Look, Rise.]
That is nothing like a Swordian.
[Swordians are swords!! That's a lady with a satellite for a head!!]
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[Rise, don't be mean to the tiny knight.] But Personas are capable of mastering certain elements, too, and they're bound to us and only us. We're the only ones who can use our specific Personas.
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Then your... Persona. That is what has the ability to find a safe path out of this place?
[Is he understanding this right.....]
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That is a useful skill. I see--in that case, please carry on.
[DO YOUR THING, he'll watch...curiously...]
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Okay. It looks like we've got two options. There is a third, but there's a cluster of readings I can't quite make out that way. I don't want to take chances and lead us straight into another set of monsters. There's a path just south of here that's the long way around the colony to get us on the outskirts and avoid the monsters entirely. There's also a shorter route but it's super windy and there're a couple of hide-outs that might be holding more enemies.
What do you think?
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And when she finally speaks, he pauses again, and--]
It is not a matter of what I think, but rather what you would prefer.
[Because--]
I do not intend to leave this place yet.
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Why not? Staying here doesn't exactly sound like the smartest idea either. What are you going to do if you stay in this place?
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[Look... he has to make sure Stahn gets out okay first....... this is starting to get very deja vu-ish for him, but nonetheless it's true.]
that is all there is to it.
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So after that long pause, he nods shortly.]
What information do you need?
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[For what it's worth...]
His is the element of fire, if that assists you in your search. Otherwise... His name is Stahn, and he is a country bumpkin that scarcely has more than a single thought in his head, if that. He is likely wandering this place aimlessly, or helping others to his own detriment because he does not know how to be anything but disgustingly friendly.
[Does that help]
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