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It's Turbin' Time (Library of Ruina Modded/Arknights)

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Still think you lots are cowards for not opening the door, but yes, The worries you guys have is true.
Maybe I'm too optimistic, but every time you see a door in project moon things, you open the door, no matter what, Because whatever the horror is behind those doors, you need to see them and you need to face them.
But whatever, it is probably safer to not open them.
 
The thing is, Wympe is alone right now- aside from Capone. There's nobody saying she needs to see what's behind the door immediately, and in the span of the past couple hours she just found out that yes, her boss is alive. Of course, we may have missed our opportunity...But there's no shame in putting off things to a later date as long as you intend to actually do them.

Meanwhile my dumb ass is out here hopin' we get a mf named Sheetmetal in our office. would absolutely fuckin love trying to explain that to any of the OG turbulence members
 
hmm.
Imagine that door is actually leading into her awakening and we have put her in a coma state.
Anyway, getting some sleep, good night.
 
Look, is either we add the bad decision tag now or later. Eventually we will slam face first against a door. It may be this door or the next one.
 
I want to be fully informed about the bad decision before making it, personally. nebulous risks just gets you killed in projmoon.
 
Well. It is in my best interest for Wympe to stay away from Bad Fish man after all.

The main reason being...well...Carmen would like her I think. She ticks all the boxes to be a Distortion.
 
No. That is why I said it is in my best interest to keep Wympe away from Bad Fish Man.

I'm on team Carmen regarding the Distortions and E.G.O users. Can't have Distortions or E.G.O users if they are stuck with the dum dum hivemind.
 
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2.7 - Chant of Returning
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    2.7 - Chant of Returning

    You think that the big warning saying DO NOT OPEN means something.

    It's just a guess, but if someone writes such a warning, you'd do well to respect it. Even if that someone is… well, you. And everyone knows that you're not the most competent of Fixers…

    No, no, you have to get a grip on yourself.

    Sieg is here! Sieg found you! He's counting on you.

    You won't let whatever's behind this door let you disappoint him. You don't care about whatever thing's behind it! Out of sight, out of mind, no?

    So you pull your fountain pen out of your pocket and slam down a few caution programs in the door. As you inscribe the proper forms into the paper, it rapidly hardens, and you stick it into the doorframe with a slap. Paper after paper slams into the door, forming a barrier that can resist a Rabbit machine gun squad.

    Well, that'll hold 'em, all right. Time to go!

    You turn away from the door, and do your best to ignore the slimy sound of something wet and flesh trying and failing to burst it down. Nope. Not happening.

    Then, you run out of the room and through the other door.

    Through the other door… there is utterly nothing but the great, wide sky.


    You slowly open your eyes.

    You're… you're in movement. Your vision is still blurry… but you think you're still on Sal Viento. The streets… are the same. No, they aren't. There were some red stains on the floor, you just passed over them. What the- what's that noise?

    Someone… someone is carrying you in their arms... Sieg? No, you don't see any armor, and his grip is very strong. Arabella? No, she'd be shouting at you… something incomprehensible… right now. Who the hell is this person?

    Your halberd, where is it? You turn your head around. It's… it's held aloft by- tentacles!? What the- you have to get out of here right now! Quintus- is this guy Quintus!?

    You reach out with your hand and grab the tentacle that's holding your halberd. Then, you wrench yourself free of the person, falling to the floor.

    "You-" says the person, right before your fist slams into their vocal chords

    While the person is gagging on the floor, spitting out blood, you land on your feet, stand up immediately, and enter a defensive stance and analyze the target.

    Wait, you think you recognize this guy… he was with Sieg…

    You fucked up again, didn't you?

    He stands up. He has… dog ears. That's not unusual anymore- apparently everyone in this place has some kind of trait like this. Most people in Sal Viento apparently were "Liberi," who had traits from birds. His coat is stained with blood- there's some kind of wound- a considerable chunk of his left arm has been sliced off. There's a bunch of small tentacles bursting from the wound- and they're… they're fixing the wounded area. Stitching it up.

    Is this some kind of extra-creepy implant this guy has? You didn't see anyone with implants around Sal Viento, everyone is "normal," if a bit intoxicated.

    "Listen…" he says. "We don't have much time."

    You hear a rumbling noise.

    You turn around, and take a look around the scene. There are corpses- corpses of these sea creatures from before- strewn haphazardly across the dilapidated street of Sal Viento this guy was carrying you through.

    And for every corpse, there's one who's alive.

    They're… very different from before. Black tendrils, wounds, pieces of bones bursting from their skin. Blazing red eyes, and veins that are so prominent that they look like they're going to burst.

    Very… bloodfiendish.

    You fucked up, but you have the feeling Arabella fucked up worse.

    One of them- a bloated, enormous thing the size of a small house- is currently shoving a whole pile of its brethren down its many mouths with enormous, bloodsoaked tentacles. Long, blue, sinuous things riddled with Bloodfiend tendrils, and misshapen human hands at their tips.

    It looks at you with a singular, blood-red, slitted eyeball.

    It opens its many mouths again, and roars.

    Oh no.

    "You see what I was talking about?" says the guy. "The city went to shit after Sieg left. Now get off your ass and help me here!"

    Sieg left?

    No, no time to think about that right now. Giant monster. You need to… you need to kill it. And the small monsters, too.

    "Ya got a plan?" says the guy.

    "If the big guy gets close- keep dodging. It seems… slow." you tell him.

    You hear something screeching, and the wet squelch of one of these things jumping. You take a step to the left, and the thing passes right next to you. If you were just a bit slower, it would have hit you with its very sharp teeth and likely drew blood.

    But it wasn't fast enough. That's good.

    You push forward, and swing your halberd's blade directly at its exposed… midsection? You're not an expert at vampire-fish anatomy. The thing lets out a wet sound, and then, your move cleaves it in two.

    The big creature screeches again and its tentacles become a blur. One of them- large enough to smash a regular human to paste- moves for your "friend." He grits his teeth, and a series of tentacles- the ones that were holding you- rise from his back. They lunge- and nailing themselves into the large tentacle, they hold it in place.

    He's visibly struggling under the weight, and the thing is already moving for another hit. Not to mention the other fish… but you can help. If he's working under Sieg, you need to protect him- Sieg is trusting you to do so.

    You jump into the tentacle, slash it off with a quick movement, and jump off. The dog-guy's tentacles take full advantage of the opportunity, and toss the appendage at another fish, splattering it across the wall.

    The cut off hand-tentacle wriggles in the floor, squirming and twitching. Is it still alive? Can it move independently from the main body? Cutting it off might have been a mistake. This needs to end, right now.

    "Forget the damned plan-" you roar at the top of your lungs- "and HIT IT UNTIL IT DIES!"

    You open your coat, and take a sheet of paper from the inside. With your fountain pen, you quickly draft a combustible contract.

    In exchange for one (1) draft of a combustible-reaction sheet of A4 paper produced by Sequoia Workshop, I, _ hereby offer to allow _ (hereafter referred to as THE RECIPIENT) to utilize said Workshop equipment in my own being-

    Another tentacle moves to smash the two of you. The tendril-guy reacts quickly- his tentacles stab at the base of the limb, ripping it off before it can even reach the ground. It tumbles to the side harmlessly, but it's squirming again…

    Okay. You dodge a strike from the scythe limbs of another fish monster- they're called "Seaborn," if Quintus wasn't lying to you. You answer the strike with a stab to the "throat." If that's even a throat. This thing looks like a flower- you'll call it a stem. The stab is followed by your ally's tentacles, which take the opportunity to release an acidic projectile straight into the Seaborn's central region. It screeches in agony, and falls to the floor in a pathetic heap.

    And that's another one gone. You jump above another enormous tentacle blow- this one horizontal- and go back to your contract.

    "Receiving" the combustible-reaction sheet of A4 paper (hereafter referred to as THE OBJECT OF INTEREST) via the means of combat maneuver is counted as legal exchange by the terms of this contract, and the contract's physical form will be delivered as the object of interest, as it has been drafted in the required material.

    This contract is legally binding, even if physically destroyed.
    If at any time the details of this pact are called into argument, or an attempt to alter the pact is made, an agent of the Öufi Association or a legal agent of equal or superior standing (such as an independent Fixer Office authorized to pursue legal action) must be at hand to oversee the negotiations.

    Okay, done. It's a bit too short, but you don't have time for a full bomb right now. You sign your name with a flourish, on the end of the sheet, and it rapidly hardens into a throwable state. Afterwards, you simply jump into the creatures' head, toss the contract down one of its mouths, lodge the tip of your halberd into its blue flesh, and dash through its body all the way down the floor, leaving a long, bloody gash through your path.

    The creature notices the foreign explosive you just lodged down its throat, and is trying to spit it out. The tentacle guy puts a stop to that immediately, launching another acid blast right below its mouth. The pain it feels immediately stops it from expelling the bomb- and then, it goes off.
    It lets out a plume of smoke from its mouth, and then it falls over, dead. Its limbs stop squirming.

    You breathe a sigh of relief and land next to your… ally? You're not sure who this guy really is. He was with Sieg earlier.

    "So, sorry for punching you. Name's Wympe."

    "Capone." he answers, before walking to the wrecked corpse of the huge seamonster. He kneels down, right next to its largest mouth, and a tentacle reaches out from his back to graps something inside. A crossbow, wet with blood and monster saliva.

    He makes a face. That thing is going to be hell to clean, you think.

    Yeah, everyone's been there.


    You are Arabella, the Bloodsoaked Swordswoman, and right now, you are utterly and completely bored.

    Sure, sure.

    Seeing these Seaborn things drink of your blood, foolishly thinking it could be a path to greater strength, and then being confronted with the complete incompatibility of their own beings with the curse's effects, was funny. For a while. But now? Now it's just boring. They're just rampaging through the city, killing anything that moves, drinking of their own brethen in a bloody frenzy.

    Hm.

    The truth is, you were actively expecting what few of the Seaborn who were made from human beings to make the first step towards becoming human, yet again, and taking back their right to desire. It would make their agony all the more fulfilling, when you wrenched yourself free from this tree and killed each and every single one of them.

    But... it seems they've become disappointing.

    Some of these Bloodfiend Seaborn have made the decision to grow fat and bloated. Some of them are quite large now, growing big and strong from feeding upon their kin. These tentacles look rather nasty.

    Some of them have simply lost all capacity for movement, immobilized by their own thirst, and stand in the ground like a bed of thorns. When another Seaborn steps into their body, they drink deeply of their body, and are sated for a moment. But then it returns, and their agony returns with it. It never ends, does it? How sad.

    "It's so lonely here." you say to yourself. "The One Who Watches left me all alone... all alone. All the Seaborn in this place cannot hear me. None of them were human."

    You wonder if any of the "human-made" Seaborn have anything in their heads right now... you wonder if the One Who Watches had learned anything since their transformation. They did gain the capacity to speak... it was rudimentary, though. Perhaps you shouldn't have mocked it, when it asked for your help.

    But it called you "mother." That was really creepy.

    Ah. Perhaps you could sing? That would stave off the loneliness. But what to sing? You have just spelled the doom of the Seaborn of Sal Viento. There are not enough people in this city to feed all of them.

    They will, eventually, starve, and feed on each other. Or their "true" brethen, uninfected, will rise from the sea and cull this plague. You could not care either way... as long as Wympe survives.

    Wympe has to survive. It's the whole reason you're not going to simply stand here and watch. You have been gathering your strength. Your bloodvessels are slowly tearing the tree apart, from the inside. When your power reaches its peak, you will rip it open, and escape.

    Then you'll help her. You should never have left her side. You feel... guilty, for that.

    But what is done is done. You have a song to sing. What are you going to sing? Hm. You... you think of a song that is appropriate for this moment.

    Ah, to hell with it. You will sing without the aid of instruments. Let this aria be your howl of hatred for the Seaborn. You're a little rusty, sure. You haven't sang in years! But you think you've still got it. Hm, maybe "Schweig', schweig'! Damit dich Niemand warnt" would be appropriate for this scene? It needs a male singer, but you think you can make it work.

    Yes, that one works well. This cave has some great acoustics. You would know, you were howling in agony when you first tried to grow your bloodvessels through the tree and it, being still uncorrupted, reacted by torturing you with neurotoxins. The sound of your own screaming sounded quite well on the subterranean rock. That one was utterly agonizing. That's another torture you'll do to that fucking Bishop when you finally get your hands on hi,;

    "I dedicate this to you, Quintus." you say, before laughing. "May you have every vein in his body rise and strangle him!"

    The song of triumph that follows afterwards is heard by no one. No one, but the strange woman, still half-asleep in her glass prison.


    You are Sieghart, again. You're not aware of any time you ever stopped being Sieghart, though?

    You stand in a field of corpses. Your boots are completely soaked in Sea-Fiend guts. You've finished the job- cleaning out each and every single one of these bastards.

    The Inquisitor there is panting, supporting herself in her own blade. The fight took a lot from her.

    "Ægir... don't think you'll escape." she says, before taking in a deep breath. Her hands are shaking. "You... you will reveal what you have done. You will..." she pants again, and trembles.

    "You aren't in condition for that." says the Singer, an utterly uninterested look in her face.

    Behind that look, you see interest. She is intrigued by the Sea-Fiends, you see. She recognized them, and yet she was surprised. If you'd guess, you would say she faced the "Seaborn" before. Perhaps for a long, continuous stretch of time. Enough to become something of a Seaborn specialist, perhaps. But the Sea-Fiends are new to her.

    Well, you've gotten the job done. What are you going to do now?

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    A/N: Most of the media Project Moon features I already knew. One of the main reasons I am so fucking excited for Limbus (even though juggling two gachas is going to be hellish) is because I adore The Stranger. That said, being introduced to Der Freischütz was great and got me in the opera rabbit hole. If you never heard it, search for it on YouTube right now. I prefer the Kurt Böhme version, but the songs are excellent overall.
     
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    • Seems like Arabella's dramatics are tending more towards Macbeth right now.

    [X] Plan: Continuing the Play
    -[X] Offer a quick suggestion/demand to the Inquisitor and musician to follow you back to the streets of the city
    -[X] Try and split off dramatically so that you just seem to disappear afterwards.
    -[X] While they presumably deal with the monsters attacking normal civilians, look for Wympe, Capone, and Anita.
    —[X] Only and only IF necessary, go all out and feel the Fairy carving you open at the same time.
     
    [X] Give a rundown of the situation, what's happened before she got here, why your here, what you've discovered, that the sea fiends likely had a bad reaction to one of your friends blood, and that your plan is merely to retrieve her and make sure your other friends is okay, and tell her that these things are a bigger issue than you or your friends and mayhaps it would behoove both of you to work together in order to get down to the bottom of this horrible places shenanigans since your friend is likely at the heart of it if the sea fiends are an indicator

    figured I throw this out there
     
    Well I guess Adrien is dead. He couldn't handle the normal Seaborn I doubt he can handle Sea-Fiends.
     
    [X] Give a rundown of the situation, what's happened before she got here, why your here, what you've discovered, that the sea fiends likely had a bad reaction to one of your friends blood, and that your plan is merely to retrieve her and make sure your other friends is okay, and tell her that these things are a bigger issue than you or your friends and mayhaps it would behoove both of you to work together in order to get down to the bottom of this horrible places shenanigans since your friend is likely at the heart of it if the sea fiends are an indicator

    I'm glad the "Open the door" vote didn't win (even though I voted for it). Thought this wasn't a situation we could postpone, like a "choose your poison" kind of situation.

    EDIT: Changed vote
     
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    [X] Give a rundown of the situation, what's happened before she got here, why your here, what you've discovered, that the sea fiends likely had a bad reaction to one of your friends blood, and that your plan is merely to retrieve her and make sure your other friends is okay, and tell her that these things are a bigger issue than you or your friends and mayhaps it would behoove both of you to work together in order to get down to the bottom of this horrible places shenanigans since your friend is likely at the heart of it if the sea fiends are an indicator

    Sieg is the cat herder after all. Who better to get these two to at least work together in professional-ish manner and focus on the actual important issues at hand than him.
     
    [X] Give a rundown of the situation, what's happened before she got here, why your here, what you've discovered, that the sea fiends likely had a bad reaction to one of your friends blood, and that your plan is merely to retrieve her and make sure your other friends is okay, and tell her that these things are a bigger issue than you or your friends and mayhaps it would behoove both of you to work together in order to get down to the bottom of this horrible places shenanigans since your friend is likely at the heart of it if the sea fiends are an indicator
     
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    [X] Give a rundown of the situation, what's happened before she got here, why your here, what you've discovered, that the sea fiends likely had a bad reaction to one of your friends blood, and that your plan is merely to retrieve her and make sure your other friends is okay, and tell her that these things are a bigger issue than you or your friends and mayhaps it would behoove both of you to work together in order to get down to the bottom of this horrible places shenanigans since your friend is likely at the heart of it if the sea fiends are an indicator
     
    [X] Give a rundown of the situation, what's happened before she got here, why your here, what you've discovered, that the sea fiends likely had a bad reaction to one of your friends blood, and that your plan is merely to retrieve her and make sure your other friends is okay, and tell her that these things are a bigger issue than you or your friends and mayhaps it would behoove both of you to work together in order to get down to the bottom of this horrible places shenanigans since your friend is likely at the heart of it if the sea fiends are an indicator
     
    [X] Give a rundown of the situation, what's happened before she got here, why your here, what you've discovered, that the sea fiends likely had a bad reaction to one of your friends blood, and that your plan is merely to retrieve her and make sure your other friends is okay, and tell her that these things are a bigger issue than you or your friends and mayhaps it would behoove both of you to work together in order to get down to the bottom of this horrible places shenanigans since your friend is likely at the heart of it if the sea fiends are an indicator
     
    [X] Give a rundown of the situation, what's happened before she got here, why your here, what you've discovered, that the sea fiends likely had a bad reaction to one of your friends blood, and that your plan is merely to retrieve her and make sure your other friends is okay, and tell her that these things are a bigger issue than you or your friends and mayhaps it would behoove both of you to work together in order to get down to the bottom of this horrible places shenanigans since your friend is likely at the heart of it if the sea fiends are an indicator
     
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    I don't think telling them that our friend is responsible for the new type of seaborn is a good idea. Telling them that we're here to pick up our friends/employees who got lost is probably a better choice. If anything we should probably inquired them about the seaborn, Sieg already got an impression that Skadi knows a lot about them. Having a semi-professional opinion on them would undoubtedly help Abel, who can't really dive into researching the thing, understand them better.

    Sticking together is a good choice in most scenario. But I feel like we should go back to our own group, and taking a Hunter and an Inquisitor along to meet our (one who lead to a misunderstanding with Gladiia due to his E.G.O, and the other currently turning into a Seaborn) friends is... Of course we could just leave them to their own devices. Wympe and Capone seemingly handling themselves well enough.
     
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