NexysDhyArchen
Throne Breaker
[x] Dream
I choose to vote rather than ponder a blank cliffhanger. I REJECT YOUR END, PROK!
I choose to vote rather than ponder a blank cliffhanger. I REJECT YOUR END, PROK!
I don't even know where to beginYou can almost grasp the shape of something else. Something that only used pieces of your code out of necessity, that's missing a second component.
Ozpin must see it too because you listen to him make this pitiful moan, something you realise a moment too late is, grief.
With the light reflecting off his glasses, you almost miss the way his eyes grow wet the more he examines it, the sheer, open-mouthed horror you'd expect from someone being asked to identify a corpse.
… Oh. Right.
"Ohh… you poor thing…" he murmurs after a moment, a hand slowly moving towards the table.
Arcane Check, 2 Successes needed: 0d10= 10, 10. Success!
You feel it, around his raised hand- a sudden knot in reality, as if it's being twisted and curled around itself, something boiling here and not here and not in this physical reality and absolutely in this physical reality, and you glance to his face and see it set not in grief, but wide-eyed realisation.
Then conflict.
Then…
The knot loosens. The boiling ceases.
The projection winks out, the Transistor floating back down between you and Qrow.
I'm thinking what happened here was the 'Figure shit out' Semblance leaping way, way ahead of itself. There's the possibility it hit some sort of Magic curse thing Salem set up, or perhaps we touched some sort of world-info-record like the Akashic Records or something. Or maybe it analyzed the shape of the world and figured that such a figure MUST exist once Ozpin was slotted into the equation. Dunno if this is voodoo shit or Jaune just being kinda too stressed to function at the moment what with the panic attacks and the immortal magical queens of darkness.
Probably not this body's original owner, but probably the last guy Oz was in, not quite all the way gone.Ozpin turns to your sword again, away from the temporary distraction, as he remembers exactly what he asked it to do.
"... Please. Show me."
This is the sort of shit that really only Ozpin could know without some weird Semblance in play, and it makes me want to shove a fresh Cell into his hands and just tell him to explain everything he knows about the Grimm from the most common to the rarest in that order, but man that would be a LOT of extra work for Prok to write out to make sense in-story. That'd be hundreds of Grimm entries in the Library with exhausting detail, even if Ozpin's rather busy teaching classes to students and doing shady conspiracy things."The dawn," Ozpin breathes, more than says. "It is the colour of the dawn sky. Symbolic, of cleansing, of hope, of… the cessation of darkness. Everything, really, that the Grimm are not."
Maybe so, but I now can't help but wonder if Ludens might've been able to be saved, if we had.Good thing we didn't pick the option to confront Ozpin immediately after the initiation.
"Why does the world needs someone like me?"
pull thoughts and memories from the endless archives, the ones that have existed since our conception
You blink, unsure how to take the question. Why… does the world need someone like Ozpin?
there is more now, a new player on the board- the wizard-king, endless and deathless is he
… Ozpin, the immortal wizard who has been around since some before-unknown extinction of humanity, and has survived… who knows how long, is apparently needed by the world.
too great for something so petty as a loxy or a myrmek or a vampyr- bigger, BIGGER.
Well, the Grimm in general, maybe, but that's too obvious, too, broad a question. The Grimm are why humanity needs something like Dust, why they need Huntsmen and Huntresses, not… one man.
three thoughts, three theory-knives to the jugular of the human species- the storied the leaders, the storied the minds, the witch-
… There have always been rumblings about the Grimm not being the random groupings of animals that people think of them as. Rumours to some grand guiding intelligence picking out the weakest settlements.
the witch.
… Your stomach drops.
the witch.
You've… always known, you think.
THE WITCH.
Your throat has dried up completely for some reason, some shape you've only grasped in dreams coming to the forefront-
"Jaune? What's wrong?" Qrow asks.
Whatever you try to say, it dies in the back of your throat as your mind whirls, spiralling into itself, towards an inevitable conclusion. Some minor part of you realises that you're very rapidly descending into a panic attack.
MOTHER OF ANGUISH. EMPRESS OF THE GRIMM. SHE HAS ALWAYS BEEN. SHE WILL ALWAYS BE. UNLESS YOU LEARN DEICIDE. DEICIDE. DEICIDE.
Words are forming in the back of your throat, words of fear and truth and bile, forcing themselves up through your gullet as your body grows leaden, your vision flickers as your blood pulses through your ears-
SCREAM FOR HER.
"Witch-queen," you whisper.
The shape becomes real, a pale face framed in veins like obsidian, a cruel laugh ringing through your ears one last time, a laugh you've only heard in the deepest hours of dreams before you tilt to the side, the floor swinging towards you and voices and bodies rush to catch you. Then, you are one with sleep.
What doesn't Remnant's hottest new Valean punk rock band have to do with this conversation? Jaune? Jaune? Stop the swooning, the lead vocalist isn't that hot.
And here I was just assuming it was his Semblence digging through the corpse of Ludens for memory fragments. And that that wasn't exactly healthy for himWell....It seems that Magical Memetic Hazards are plentiful and very effective on Jaune then.
Consequences of being a organic mini-me of Mag'ladroth I suppose.
Eh, Ludens thought teaching the Transistor about souls to be worth dying for. Without that, I think the Transistor would have had much greater chance of being/turning into the Final Big Bad of the story.Maybe so, but I now can't help but wonder if Ludens might've been able to be saved, if we had.
And here I was just assuming it was his Semblence digging through the corpse of Ludens for memory fragments. And that that wasn't exactly healthy for him
Data incomplete. Scanning recovered logs.
PoI displayed anomalous behaviour directly following Function deployment.
- Involuntary facial muscle movement, consistent with internal brain damage- sudden recovery suggests damage was effect of Function, not physical in nature.
- Exclamation made: "ᛊᛏᛟᛈ ᛏᚻᚨᛏ".
the black sun turns its gaze upon you again speak the words speak them speak them SPEAK THEM-
WARNING MALICIOUS DATA DETECTED PURGING PURGING PURGING-
"Why does the world needs someone like me?"
pull thoughts and memories from the endless archives, the ones that have existed since our conception
You blink, unsure how to take the question. Why… does the world need someone like Ozpin?
there is more now, a new player on the board- the wizard-king, endless and deathless is he
… Ozpin, the immortal wizard who has been around since some before-unknown extinction of humanity, and has survived… who knows how long, is apparently needed by the world.
too great for something so petty as a loxy or a myrmek or a vampyr- bigger, BIGGER.
Well, the Grimm in general, maybe, but that's too obvious, too, broad a question. The Grimm are why humanity needs something like Dust, why they need Huntsmen and Huntresses, not… one man.
three thoughts, three theory-knives to the jugular of the human species- the storied the leaders, the storied the minds, the witch-
… There have always been rumblings about the Grimm not being the random groupings of animals that people think of them as. Rumours to some grand guiding intelligence picking out the weakest settlements.
the witch.
… Your stomach drops.
the witch.
You've… always known, you think.
THE WITCH.
Your throat has dried up completely for some reason, some shape you've only grasped in dreams coming to the forefront-
"Jaune? What's wrong?" Qrow asks.
Whatever you try to say, it dies in the back of your throat as your mind whirls, spiralling into itself, towards an inevitable conclusion. Some minor part of you realises that you're very rapidly descending into a panic attack.
MOTHER OF ANGUISH. EMPRESS OF THE GRIMM. SHE HAS ALWAYS BEEN. SHE WILL ALWAYS BE. UNLESS YOU LEARN DEICIDE. DEICIDE. DEICIDE.
Words are forming in the back of your throat, words of fear and truth and bile, forcing themselves up through your gullet as your body grows leaden, your vision flickers as your blood pulses through your ears-
SCREAM FOR HER.
"Witch-queen," you whisper.
The shape becomes real, a pale face framed in veins like obsidian, a cruel laugh ringing through your ears one last time, a laugh you've only heard in the deepest hours of dreams before you tilt to the side, the floor swinging towards you and voices and bodies rush to catch you. Then, you are one with sleep.
Except: Calculation (Our Semblance) said:It will take in questions that Jaune doesn't even realise he's asking, and eventually give him answers
+50 bonus to this week's Dream Roll.
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Dream Roll: 1d850+50: 900.
Yeah, this just reeks of the plot wanting to race down the tracks, whether Jaune is ready or not.
I voted for it knowing it would've been a clusterfuck. But it would've been glorious.Good thing we didn't pick the option to confront Ozpin immediately after the initiation.
It just took an axe to the door and yelled "Here's Johnny!"Yeah, this just reeks of the plot wanting to race down the tracks, whether Jaune is ready or not.
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You say that like it wasn't always on the "To do:" list.
This is bit of a nitpick, but a watt is not an amount of energy, it's a rate of energy transfer, specifically one joule per second. Usually electric companies measure their sales in MWh or megawatt-hours (KWh are also used). Beyond that I have no complaints regarding my fragile immersion .