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Endgame Log: The Ice Planet
Who: The characters accompanying [Name] to the ice planet
What: The closed event log for the virus upload
Where: On the ice planet, at the Null communications array
When: June 15th
Warnings: None
What: The closed event log for the virus upload
Where: On the ice planet, at the Null communications array
When: June 15th
Warnings: None
It's time. There's a plan that needs to be put into motion, and you're the ones who volunteered to do it. You know going in that it's going to be dangerous - but there's no other choice. This is the end, and it's you or the Null.
Upon arrival, you have a little time to prepare. The Null don't know you're there at first, and once they do there's a delay of a few hours before they're in position to fight back. Now's the time to set up defenses or anything else that might help you stay alive. You have to know the fight will be hard, because they know their lives are on the line, too.
Then, the Null attack. With everything they have, they try to stop you, try to beat past your defenses to get to [Name] and stop it from uploading the killswitch. Fear helps out, and the sky goes dark, but it won't last forever. When Fear flees, that particular defense is gone... along with any chance of getting out of there. Here's where those without courage might break, because it certainly looks like it could be a last stand. It doesn't help that Hope can't reach you here either, that any deaths will not be resurrected during the battle.
But it does end. With very little warning, [Name] completes its task. It goes dark, and as it does, the other Null see their end coming. They cannot stop it, they cannot escape. They crumple to the ground, all consciousness and animation gone from them.
And then you're alone on the ice planet. Tend your wounds, mourn your dead, and hope that someone will come for you before the cold does.► This log covers June 15th
► Please tag headers of threads with content warnings where they apply
► As this log takes place away from Hope's influence, any deaths will not be resurrected until people and gods are able to travel to the ice planet again. Have fun!
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She sniffles, only pulling back far enough to wipe her face with her sleeve, and then start trying to clean up their little body.]
I... I d-don't know. I don't-- they just wanted to protect us. And they did. But... they're not here to see it.
[A fresh few tears slip down her cheeks, off the tip of her snout where her head is bowed.]
What does it matter if they don't know? If they aren't here?
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It might not. But sometimes it's just something you do, for your own sake.
[says the guy covered in heart tattoos and a jolly roger designed in homage to someone who sacrificed for him, once]
Name is gone but they don't deserve to be treated like scrap metal, after what they did.
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No. No, I d-don't... not that.
[Alphys tries to collect her thoughts, but she doesn't know how to talk about them right now, doesn't know how to address her failure so directly yet. She'll try to talk about something else.]
Monsters don't leave behind bodies. I, I don't... know. What to do.
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One thing I've noticed, that a lot of traditions have in common, is the idea of returning the fallen to where they belong. The earth of their homeland, the sea, the air...
[but where would a Null belong? Certainly not wherever they just uploaded the virus and left heaps of voided chassis behind.]
Or somewhere that meant something to them. A special place.
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I guess... they should go back to Hadriel.
[With them. With everyone. With the people they saved. She reaches up and wipes her sleeve across her eyes to smudge off some tears.]
If... y-you know. We even get out of here.
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At that reminder he makes a face. Thanks Fear thanks a lot.]
Mm. Fear's an ass, but someone will make him come back for us, sooner or later. We just have to hold out until then. Stay close to the fire, Aqua-ya insists she can keep it going.
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She's not experienced enough to know that this is as close to winning as you ever get.]
I guess, as long as uhm... s-someone's left, over there.
[They had more people-- they should be fine. Hopefully. This is too much to think about.]
Is it supposed to, uhm... feel like this? Jut quiet and... nothing?
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After something like this? Yeah.
[he remembers Dressrosa, a rooftop far from the crowds of citizens crying in relief that their tyrant had fallen. The utter silence of a completely razed island was eerie - expected, but still creepy to experience.]
When you've lost so much in order to win, no one feels like throwing a party.
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Finally, she stands, still cradling [Name].]
We should put them somewhere where they won't be left if we get taken out quickly. I don't want to leave anyone behind.
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Let them rest with Pratt-ya, for now. We're not leaving him behind either.
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Yeah. We, uhm... I need to f-finish collecting Mettaton, too. We have to get all of them.
[No one left behind.
Even if it's just in physical body.]
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...yeah. We'll make sure everyone comes back with us.
[he's got a moment, here, he'll make sure any other bodies are accounted for and prepared to return with them. Just, you know, not sitting too close to the injured.]
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Maybe that's why it all feels like it's falling down more than this one action. It's symbolic of all the other lives she couldn't save.]
We can, uhm... do a headcount, maybe. F-Figure it out. I'm sorry I can't uhm... really help, right now.
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[his dispassionate nature saves him, and lets Alphys have all the time she wants to herself to grieve. He's got to make the rounds of the survivors and treat injuries anyway, he'll handle the head-count and everything else he can. At least, right up until he drops from exhaustion and takes a nice long nap.
He takes a step closer, briefly, but he can't bring himself to bend down and touch, not even in reassurance. Hopefully that short step and closer presence is enough, before he turns and drifts away to give her her space again.]
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But she will go, eventually. The her of times past likely wouldn't. But despite everything, she wants to survive.
Later, Alphys will take the time to meet Law's eyes, give him a nod that she's present too. They'll get out-- all of them. And she'll be with the bunch.]