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[strangerpeople]

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[Time has passed. There is seemingly very little happening in death. Nothing but darkness and silence. There's nothing going on, after the trial.

Until, one day, suddenly, something starts to happen.

It begins when a a distant bell begins to ring, and continues to chime every fifteen minutes. At that instant, wind picks up from beyond the obelisk. As the day goes by, and with each chime, it grows every stronger, sending debris everywhere. Then it starts to send larger objects into the air.

When four chimes pass, a swirling black hole begins to appear in the direction the wind is blowing. It's only a matter of time before the wind starts to send you-and perhaps even the pieces of land you stand on-into it. Soon enough, the winds will become like hurricane gales. When the fifteenth chime rings-in three hours and forty five minutes-everything will be absorbed into the blackness.

There doesn't seem to be a way out, not like with the collapsing island. All there is left is to gather what you can, and prepare for the worst.]

Comments

[icanhearscreams]

We've still got some life rafts... maybe we can tie them to the car?

[7_0_7]

Ooh... should we... [does he admit that the car is all for show? He considers... He's gonna have to, it seems. As hilarious as tying rafts to it sounds, the process of doing this is just asking for scratches on the custom paint job. Did I mention he came in the leopard printed car?]

No! Don't give my baby rope burn! Forgive me! Whatever you want to sit on, it should work out fine. Cause I'm the one that makes it fly... 707's head is full of happy thoughts! [bald faced lie. Also moving THIS many people at once may put a strain even on him, but he'll keep quiet about that.]

[zackthekiller]

[Ya know the one thing Zack doesn't like? Liars! You know what's worse than liars? THIS FUCKING STORM!]

Yeah, and that thing's some kinda magical flying clown car?! Gimme a break, there's no way that thing's gonna fit all of us!

[Glancing back at the car... Who did the paint job, anyway?] Right?

[7_0_7]

That's right. You're gonna make me spell it out? I'm sorry, my baby... is not really a magical car! I was waiting to tell her when she got older!

That's why it doesn't matter what you take. Because... it's just my powers that let me do that. If you can't sit in the car, just get on your life raft and I'll make it fly too!

[however, why is he suddenly fretting?]

They've been limited since I came here though... can't even breach the dark matter I came through on the way in. What if I'm not enough to get us all through?

[icanhearscreams]

We paddled to this island, we can probably find another, too...

[silvertongueheir]

It might be easier to locate them from the air, as well. [Franciscus is still holding that red panda plushie. What? Shut up.]

[strangerpeople]

[The winds howl in earnest, the skies looking bleaker every minute that ticks on by. The pressure continues to build and soon, places and things assumed safe by being firmly rooted in the ground begin to rise as if someone was plucking a flower.

But as the scene above may be the focus of the group, the ground below begins to rumble and quake, breaking anywhere possible. It's as if the place is in pain of sorts...and inky blackness creeps out from the cracks, smoke like and quiet unlike the rest. This darkness taking the form of tendrils begin to grow from the ground straight up towards the skies and then slam onto the ground, rushing towards anything in its path.

Unfortunately, you are in that very same path.

They come for you.]

[silvertongueheir]

[Well, damn. Franciscus raises a hand, sending a blast of fire at the tendrils, though he does pause to see if said blast will actually have any effect on them before trying a second one.]

[strangerpeople]

[The fire connects and smacks the tendril down, vanishing in smokey wisps but he cannot breathe easy yet. For every one he destroys, more take its place. Oops.]

[silvertongueheir]

They can regenerate? [Franciscus hisses angrily.] This doesn't seem good... [He switches to an alternate form of flame, creating a burning wall of fire in front of the tentacles without touching them and trying to push it backwards.]

[icanhearscreams]

[Nothing is going to stop something that big. Nothing he can throw, anyway.]

[So he does the only sensible thing he can do - he hides behind whoever's nearest and biggest.]

[7_0_7]

[Well he was still talking to Seven at the time so congrats on your meat shield. He's calmer now, knowing this has happened before and the pressure is not all on him. The ground breaking is obviously, VERY BAD. 707 will levitate anyone who needs to be saved from the abyss or the tentacles. In the meantime, though....]

You dare strike an angel? Then taste the wrath of heaven's panacea! DR. PEPPER YEET!

[he just summoned a bunch of soda vending machines to drop on the tentacles like safes in the cartoons. Jun could probably re-yeet these...]

[icanhearscreams]

[Shit, this soda machine empty. YEET!]

[strangerpeople]

[It's a direct hit as the vending machines smack the tendrils back into the ground, vanishing in a wisp of smoke. However, the victory does not last long for the two because for each tentacle that has been struck down, three more show up in their place.

They cannot express emotions as they being simple appendages, but with how fast they come for the angel and boy, one can assume they can be angry...or determined to grab them.]

[7_0_7]

Whooooa!

[Well at least they know yeeting things at them will make them disappear, but he'd better switch to a faster weapon in this case. Jun will need the vending machines for his own weapon after all. He's already got his phone in his hand (having used it to summon those in the first place), so he'll just fire off a volley of force rounds at them with Black Venus. Too bad he gave his shield pin to Dio, though...]

Let's block them with our attacks and go! Go!

[zackthekiller]

[Goddamn it, this would be a lot easier if he had his magical form and scythe! At least he's trying to get between Eliza and whatever the fuck that tentacle thing is.]

[telecosmetic]

[Eliza is staying behind Zack for now, but she does take whatever opportunity she can to grab a knife and hurl it at any tentacle that gets too close. She does have to ration them, so she's being a little careful with her choice of targets.]

[notthebreakman]

[Wellllll, crap. Once again, Proto Man laments the fact that his buster is offline and his power is about as far removed from practical as you can get right now.

He wonders if this is even a scenario that they can hope to win... but screw it. He's already died once while fighting back as much as he possibly could. He can do it again.]

I need a weapon!

[bendwiththewind]

Try to find anything to hit it with! Doesn't matter what it is, just a grab a thing and swing!

[There goes one Composer running into danger with...hold on, what the hell is she holding? She brings it up on several tentacles and smashes down with a heavy THUD. She isn't exactly thinking every time she hits one into the ground and...well...more just end up growing. Her face pales and lets out a curse in Doman quietly as the tendrils aim for both her and Proto.]

Damn, hitting them only makes more come out! We need to run, NOW! Find any mode of transportation and go!

[Yelling to anyone in the area who can hear. This is not a drill.]

[7_0_7]

Whoops! [He sure did attack a few times, since he figured he could keep up with them.

The car is still available for whoever's butts get in it first, and he's still going to try to levitate anything else he can with others on it. Mod's call on if this is too much for him to lift though.]

[bendwiththewind]

[Mods say: Seven can levitate anything with people on it but that limit is only three people total.

Yotsuyu is definitely getting in that car first but she stands on the seat first as she scans the area for something beyond the smokey tentacles and the whipping winds of the tornado. Could there be any way to get out safely?]

Dammit, there needs to be SOMEWAY out of here-!

[She's going from irritated to being slightly panicked as she has to duck from a popcorn machine flying overhead from the wind's neverending onslaught. Making some kind of yelp, she feels like yelling at the large vortex of dark and windy but...stops.]

Seven...I am about to suggest something to everyone that even you may consider crazy. Do you trust me on this?