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Nemesis and Hurricane's Ideal World: Session 3

[The sky above is a deep, unnatural crimson, filled with roiling clouds and creatures that are a sickly oil-slick black. They writhe and wriggle like something out of a Lovecraftian nightmare; they have entirely too many eyes, and entirely too many wings, and when they open their mouths, they have entirely too many teeth]

[Below them, the city of Tokyo is half-shattered; above the rooftops, mechanized suits the size of people hover in the air, darting in out of the chaos, laser blasts and explosions and wickedly sharp blades fighting tirelessly against the endless onslaught]

[Until finally, the last creature falls]

[All at once, civilians flood the streets of the city; the lights come on in all the buildings, which somehow have become whole again, safe and unharmed. A cheer goes up from the crowd. Overhead, a stunning fireworks display paints the night with light and color]

[And they all lived happily ever after]

[The end]

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[When you open your eyes again, you find yourself standing before a house]

[It's small but welcoming, and warm yellow light spills from the windows, seeming to promise somewhere safe and warm against the oncoming twilight. The smell of something savory cooking drifts on the breeze]

[A rope ladder leads up to the rooftop; surely from there, you'll get a good view of the surrounding area. But more importantly still, when it's dark, doubtless it will be the perfect spot for stargazing]

[In the front yard, a gaggle of small children squeal with laughter, engaged in an elaborate game of tag with two very excited dogs]

[Buried safely in your pocket, your phone beeps. If you chance to look at it, you will discover that a simple objective is displayed:]

[Find Hurricane and Nemesis, and convince them to return to the place where they belong.]

[From here, you can ENTER THE HOUSE, ENTER THE WOODS, GO TO THE RESCUE, or CLIMB UP ON THE ROOF]

[Well, that start just feels like Tuesday, thanks Boiling Isles.]

[He will look at his phone if it beeps because communication can be Important, okay.]

...ominous.

[Well, the most obvious place to look for them is in the house???]

Edited 2022-01-01 22:21 (UTC)

[ First of all:

What the FUCK was that THAT.
It wasn't the battle with the monsters that has left her looking still slightly shell-shocked (that much is easy to grasp, even without recognizing their ilk), but the sheer extent of the tech involved in that fight.

So, for the first minute or so, she's just processing the sight, not even checking her phone yet. ]

[The genkan is warm and brightly lit, with shelves to house your outdoor shoes]

[There are plenty of slippers out and available for use, as though a lot of guests are expected]

[From here, you can GO TO THE KITCHEN, GO TO THE CRAFT ROOM, GO TO THE TROPHY ROOM, or GO TO THE LAB]

[ —But once she's gathered herself together, her first instinct is actually to talk to the children.

Can she catch up to them in their game? ]

[in you go]

[On one hand, he can see the shoes.]

[Oh other hand, he is a Rude Boy who will not hinder his ability to MOVE by wearing proper shoes.]

[Maybe...trophy room???]

[She can try]

[But they spot her coming - giggle, and point, and take off running down the path toward the Rescue, as though she's in on their game of tag]

[Double doors open to a long hall filled with treasures–official-looking awards and gleaming medals commemorating valor in battle, or distinguished service on the field, or commitment to the safety of one’s squad. Prominent places on the walls are given to shadowboxes of the keys to the cities of Tokyo, and Mito, and San Francisco, way out overseas.

The far wall has larger trophies–the taxidermied heads of imps, and massive maws with too many teeth and too many eyes that look to be formed of snarls of hardened tar, and a ⅛-scale model of a bulky red power suit cutting down a mountain of dark tentacled monsters. A button on the jet pack makes the eyes and massive axe glow a bright green. It’s pretty rad, and surely you are duly impressed.]

[Looking upon them, it is difficult not to feel a hesitant flutter of accomplishment, especially with this physical proof of what all you’ve achieved.]

[There are plenty more trophies in the room, surely as impressive as this, or you can RETURN TO THE GENKAN.]

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[How unsanitary! Regardless, the door opens]

—Ah. Hello, there.

[ have a woman in avante clothing, dipping her head in a shallow bow of greeting ]

I'm sorry; if we've spoken before, I don't clearly recall it. But you're from pep!, aren't you.

[I know none of these places so cannot appreciate Distance.]

[The model is pretty cool. The taxidermied heads are also Tuesday.]

[...that is a feeling. A feeling he knows, but knows he should not be feeling. These aren't his accomplishments and while some things are Familiar Enough, plenty isn't in the least.]

[Hmm.]

[He will look through the trophies. See if he can find....counterproof? Something wrong?]

We haven't. [He can remember faces well enough.]

I am. I'm Rufous.

[ She laughs a little too, because of course she has a soft spot for giggling children—but also now this feels a bit like a challenge.
So, as long as things still seem like they're in good fun, she will continue to give chase. ]

Wait, wait— how can I play if I don't know the rules?

[ keeping her voice light and friendly, though the hope that they'll pause for her is genuine.

Important question before she proceeds further: Where does it appear that heading down the path to the "Rescue" actually goes? ]

[There is nothing wrong with succeeding sometimes--at least, that's what you've heard.]

[Further into the room are items without labels, but seemingly maintained with the same amount of regard – shelves of what look to be fanbooks, and boxes of letters, the signed invitation to the grand opening of something called 'Gold's Place' laid on top.]

[An arm made of cardboard and another made of Legos are displayed next to actual prosthetics of varying levels of technology. Beside that sits a large, half-built cruiser motorcycle. Past that are chocolates and skates and medals for track and field and another key, golden and delicately filigreed with a feathered design.]

[There is more in the room, but you probably don't need to keep looking around. Best to RETURN TO THE GENKAN.]

[Not far from the main house is a long, low building with dogs and chickens and a few young children chasing each other around in front. Songbirds flit in the eaves, while a flock of crows perch on the roof, cawing jovially at passers-by.]

[Looking around more closely, you may notice that many of the animals and children are living with scars or burns or missing limbs, not that it slows their play any. Regardless, it feels like perhaps those assembled here had nowhere else to go.]

[It feels like perhaps they could belong here, if no place else–like perhaps you could, as well.]

[From here, you can RETURN TO THE HOUSE, or GO INSIDE THE BARN(?)]

And I am Amaranth, of avante en garde.

Do you recognize anything of this dream?
Those machines; the sorts of weapons they wielded...

[ she sounds a bit overwhelmed, speaking of them ] ...I've never seen their like.

[Why, to the Rescue, of course]

[The children, giggling harder now, don't respond to the request for rules - but she can make out a whispered, "Go, go! She's gonna catch up!" before they carry on to the rescue, bright-eyed and rosy-cheeked]

[Of course there's nothing wrong. Feeling things he didn't accomplish is The Concern.]

[Also wow these feelings.]

[Ooooh, bike thing looks cool.]

[He's gonna take a look at this fancy feathered key and look around more if there is a Feeling he probably don't need to keep looking versus that being flavor text.]

What the specific creatures are, no, but I'd guess some variation of a creature from between or outside of realms that slipped in, or a corrupting magic point.

The machines, no. [But most machines are either Close To A Magic Equivalent, or fully foreign.] But I guess that's how humans make up for not having magic. [Because he has seen fights like those.]

[ ...Ah.
It's serene, and familiar in a way that is extraordinarily welcome after the vision of that unnatural war.

She'd still like to talk to the children, if they haven't scattered.
Otherwise, she's go inside the barn. ]

[One little girl is nearby still, as though ~~waiting to be caught so she can be it~~ eager to meet the new arrival]

[The others cluster around the barn, peering out and giggling]

[What is 'flavor text'? Everything here is real and true and valid, stop being so rude, shoe-boy]

[The key is shimmering and beautiful and--if he looks with his hands rather than his eyes--warm to the touch. Concentrating on it, it feels slightly hopeful, but beneath that, bittersweet]

[The room becomes darker and more cramped as you continue on, the exhibits shifting as well. Metal wreckage scorched and splattered with dark ichor. A kitchen sink, half the bloodied water spilt over the floor. The twisted carcass of a bicycle, its speed lines ripped and paint flaking.]

[Beyond all this, placidly ripping up letters and tossing them into a fireplace, is a trim girl with dark skin and darker hair. So far she ignores you, because of course she does]

[Awww, the bike is wreck. A shame.]

[Though this is certainly telling him about what is going on. So its a fantasy.]

[Like a Puppeteer Demon. Greeeeeat.]

[Well, there's a girl, let's go talk to her.] Bad letters?

Commander Amaranth!

Edited 2022-01-01 22:55 (UTC)

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