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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[He's heard enough from Mikleo to know he's much stronger than he appears and that he won't let the others take the weight of their actions alone. That says a lot about him. But he's more interested in Rose and he listens quietly, only mildly surprised by how she still takes the bright side of things out of all of this.]
Sometimes revenge just…changes people a lot. [He'd know. You know. Considering his own memory.] But I guess forgiving those people is also important. He looked…kinda happy at the end when you guys were talking. [In…your…floaty weird Tales game space.] I can't imagine sharing power with somebody like that. Baymax and I work as a team but that's still totally different. I think it probably would've freaked me out, too. They're all really good people…I didn't meet them until really recently but I'm glad I did.
I mean I'm glad I met you, too. You're not so bad yourself. [Trying to lighten the mood? Absolutely.]
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Have you noticed that whenever he gets mad it's because of Sorey? [ HAHA. The laugh is weak due to her lethargy, but she manages nonetheless. ]
Mmm. Yeah, I get that. [ If something were to happen to her family- she'd probably feel the same way. That's why she couldn't stand the thought of Lunarre betraying them like that. ] ..Yeah. He did seem happy. [ He seem to think he at least did one thing right. Her chest feels tight at the thought, and she nods again for assurance. ]
Oh don't get me wrong- the power is totally neat, it's a blast to use sometimes. It was mostly the whole talking in your head that freaked me out. Imagine four people arguing in your head all of a sudden! It was freaky!
[ She's use to it now, but man that's headache material. Though she blinks over at his honesty and wow, jeez Hiro. Way to get all sappy on her. Still, she manages a smile. ] I wonder if you'd still think like that. [ If he knew what she did. What she was. But, at least for one thing she is glad he's at least friends with her friends. ] You're a good kid, Hiro.
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[...but ah. He smiles fleetingly at the agreement about Dezel but he listens carefully. He's never known any sort of power like that and Sorey's always acted like it's natural. Hearing Rose's side makes him feel better for thinking the whole thing's a little weird.]
I don't know how you didn't go totally crazy with all of them. [He shakes his head.] The only time I hear voices in my head is when my team's talking to me through the channel I set up in our helmets. [But hey. That's a Disney protag for you, sappy as they come. There's a little bit of a smirk following that though.] Yeah? I wonder if you'd still think that if we'd met in my world. [He's not an assassin, but he's not exactly one for all kinds of pure goodness.] Maybe it doesn't matter huh?
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Trust me, I've had plenty of moments where I did. But.. you get use to it. [ Which she says pretty fondly. Rose hasn't completely prepared for what she was signing up at the start- but she's glad she did, she's glad she's met them. ..Yikes, there she goes getting sappy again, at least these are thoughts rather than expressing out loud for the world (or in this case, Hiro) to hear. ] Channel? You're talking about your crazy technology stuff, yeah?
[ Please Hiro, there's no way you can make yourself look completely bad in Rose's eyes. Not unless you go on legitimate murdering sprees and actually some secret serial killer.
nice reason but you're still a murderer rose] Hmmm. Maybe it doesn't.Anyways, how you holding up? You been okay? [ Other than that. Cause she doesn't know about him, but she's slowly starving and it's the worse.]
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It's not crazy technology stuff, but yeah. It's the only way to manage five other people and make sure nobody gets killed at home. [Casual. So casual. And don't discount him going on murdering sprees, we don't know what Cerealia will do to him. (But no really.)] I could show you how it works sometime if you really want. It's pretty basic stuff.
[But there's the million dollar question.] You want the truth, or you want me to say what's socially acceptable? I've been better...I kinda can't wait to get out of here.
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Disneyperfect. ] Seriously? That'd be a sweet deal! You know, I heard there's a mystery option! You can have it so nobody knows who sends the message. That sounds pretty nifty to know.[ Please teach her how to anon, Hiro. Let the Scatteredbones shenanigans begin with your help. ]
Yeah, with you on that one. I just want to get back and take a nice hot bath and stuff my face for days. [ She's starving. ]
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[Judging by the smirk though, the greater good means trolling the hell out of everybody. Still, the idea of a bath and food is heavenly and he sort of pouts in response.] Yeah...and I miss my bed. I was right in the middle of a couple of really important projects, too. They could have picked a better time to drag us all here. It's the jungle all over again.
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And by 'they'.. do you mean CERES? [ Cause from what she's learned, things mostly seem CERES caused. ]
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But I'll teach you what I can. [Her question gets an interesting reaction from him though, a scrunched up, annoyed look.] Yup. But CERES weren't the ones who dragged us to the jungle, that was the spirits. But they dragged us to the library and I really don't know if they dragged us here or not. We're at the point we're starting to realize just how many people are out to get us.