Complete Comms Main Story (S4 Finale) DRAGON.end

[Fiora Di Angelo]

No.

It was wishful thinking of her side, a small chance, given her own experiences with the everwhite's events. Sometimes, amnesia would come for the most unfortunate and spare them of the worst, and a small part of her wanted to hope for that, but between @Luthien and @Harper, there was one thing she agrees and disagrees with...

No one is strong for this. No one is ready to hurt the people they care for. And that's fine.

Because she is certain she wasn't. Hurting her lover is not her definition of strength. The scars were only delayed, favouring getting done what needs to be done over self-restraint. She only hoped the burden would not be so heavy on any of them.


When ready to leave, the hunter's voice halted her, eye focused behind Yugam if only to be watchful of what he could not, just as he is of what she can't right now.

This is gonna hurt.

It always did, but this time he wasn't kidding once skin and flesh stretched out around such a sensitive area. A temporary solution that would get her out alive. It hurt, but by no means as much as the first time, with most of her nerves practically dead around that area. Gritting teeth and a tighter grasp upon @Ronja Bubblyfoot was all she allowed to slip through.

@Yugam's last gift for her, however, came as a surprise, but it would serve better than any other weapon in her arsenal: Six shots, enough to kill anything that moves.

I'll be wanting this back. Now, take her home.

You do the same.

Her eye flickered towards Harper and Luthien's direction, giving him one final nod.

 

[Ash Vargold]

"Wait, was that... Emmy...?"

 

[MAI]

Returning to the back lines for a brief respite, MAI tried to find any of the leaders that might have been available. She had no idea if any of them would even talk to her or get scared away by her current tattered visage, but she had some... musings to pass on.

"The Starcalled received a direct message of warning from Szofrit. But she wasn't the only one... she is trying to hatch the Red Egg. But there is also a Golden one that is supposed to help us win. But... why would they allow such a thing to exist in the first place? With the power they have demonstrated, surely they would have been able to break something like that..."

She might have been the only magia transported to the Dragonhead while conscious and able to remember.

"Szofrit wants to break some kind of cycle. She wants to be the savior instead of 'Us'. To find something from their creator... a creator in this place... or in the real world?"

"E-either way, there are far too many questions left unanswered for us to simply have the goal of destruction and killing!"

@Raid Boss

 

[Kamala Graham]

”Ayna! Goodness! Let me help!”

Kamala rushed to her friend’s side and carefully helped her get her legs out of the bear trap before healing them back to top shape.

”Have you seen @Chrys? I think he got blasted away but I don’t know where he is. I can’t see him anywhere.”

Kamala was of course misremembering what actually happened to the massive mountain man, having closed her eyes at the last minute. She was too panicky to see where he had landed, though if she could just spend a moment to try and actually look around her, she’d probably see where he was.

”W-We need to find him…and get out of here…”

@Ayna Nietzsche

 

[Luthien]

"You sure have some nerve Szofrit , hacking into our shit after that fucking stunt you pulled on Ronj—"

The intrussion to her UI was certainly unwelcomed, and the elven ranger wasted no time when it came to verbalized her displeasure—though that quickly came to a halt as the vision of a young child with golden pig tails flashed into her mind next.

"Emm?!"

 

"Wait, was that... Emmy...?"

A voice catches her attention just as the emotions of the caenis leak into her mental network, the elf turning to look a the familiar green haired of another player before calling out to him—a hand waving in the air as she beckons the man towards the group.

"Ash?! Hey Ash, over here!!!"

@Ash Vargold | @Harper | @Yugam​

 

[Ash Vargold]

Ash approaches Luthien. He looks relieved despite the fact that he doesn't look great.

"Luthien, good to see you're still up. Do you have any idea of what to make of... that?"

@Luthien

 

[Pandora*]

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[ This panel randomly popped up in the UI of those who still have access to their UI. However, it is uncertain when it was sent and who this was meant for, since more than a few players received it. ]​

 

[Luthien]

"Not really... but that was Emm, I'm sure of it."

There's no way she wouldn't recognize the voice of the small magia child they'd hatched while doing a simulation with ❰ Null ❱ and that damned ❰ Calculator ❱... though she hadn't seen the pigtailed girl since.

"We have to help her though—! What in Gwyn's fucking name is this...? Are you guys seeing this?"

Surprise crosses her face as a sudden mail pops into her UI, before her eyes narrow and brows furrow as she tries to decode whatever is being displayed in the corrupted message .

"I'm gonna try and... end this? Don't inter... intervene?" She clicks her tongue in frustration, the battlefield really isn't the best place for this, but she persists trying to read the displayed message. "Wait, is that an 'okay?' tossed in there too? That's a... that's an order...?"

@Ash Vargold | @Harper | @Yugam​

 

[Ash Vargold]

"Well, we can't help anyone unless we can push into the city-"

Ash jumps as the message pops into sight. It's almost impossible to catch the message past the distortion, but as Luthien reads it out loud, it starts to come together...

"Seems like everyone's playing with the UI except for us.

Ash jabs in midair a moment, trying to hit the reply button. It's like watching a cat trying to catch a laser pointer, but way less effective.

"I get the feeling we weren't supposed to get this. Ugh, if only I could use this damn thing-!"

@Luthien @Pandora*

 

[Luthien]

"Imma try messaging back... uugghh this thing's such a fucking pain today!"

It took a few tried before Lúthien was finally able to figuratively wrestle the UI into recognizing the input she was trying to give it, a hasty messaged typed out to the best of their limited abilities to the mystery sender .

Mail

🚫 📫 who dis ???​

Unbestnown to the elf she'd also managed to activate the voicemail option, though if it was due to the glitch in the system or simply pressing buttons one too many times would remain a mystery.

Voice Mail

"At least you can use it, I'm still stuck playing whack-a-button."
"Wrong... inbox... who's... this. That sounds good to you, Ash?"
"It's... uh, well I can't think of anything better than that, to be honest."
"Well Rael isn't here for the flourishing touch so it'll have to do... c'mon, send you little shit—finally!!!"

@Ash Vargold | @Harper | @Yugam​

 

[Chrys]

"I'm here!"

Chrys called for the attention of @Ayna Nietzsche and @Kamala Graham as he manifested his Thousand Sparkling Gold to protect the girls.

"Don't worry about me. Certainly don't get distracted by me. Focus on what you both have to do. Szofrit's waiting."

@Ayna Nietzsche @Kamala Graham

 

[Kyanna Wynne]

When @Magi Heart approached for a glomp, Kyanna herself opened her arms, fine to welcome her friend in an embrace-- However, as soon as they touched, Kyanna could feel the dissonance enveloping her magical tact. The embrace was painful, enough to bring a brief scream out of her, with the dissonant touch making her body feel like drowning in swamp, while prickling her all her skin and flesh.

"M-Magi, it... It hurts..!" Kyanna squirmed. That feeling... It was the same as that book she and @MAI had explored... Albeit much stronger and intense. It was... "... D-Dissonance..?!" She slipped, almost suffocating.

The grip tightened, making another scream escape, though weaker this time.

"I... I don't... I am not scared of you... Magi!" Kyanna quivered, trying to hold the other girl. "It is just what is making you--"

Be like that?

But then, why she had ran away from @Tick Tock? Wasn't them the same..?

A guilty ran through Kyanna's mind, just as the dissonance was sinking deeper, crawling on her skin as she gave up struggling, and then--

With a pulse, she was released from the embrace, and a voice caught her attention.

"... Tick..?"

 

[Rael]

That should be it... Let's get moving, there's a lot of ground to cover.

High-pitched distortion rang in her ears, causing her to instinctively flinch at the moment, hands shooting up to cover each of her ears in a vain attempt to deafen the sound that came from her UI, overlapping interfaces with glitched, undecipherable messages within. The more those voices spoke, however, the more they sounded familiar...

Too familiar...

Voice Mail

Hello?

W̴̠̘̤̟͆h̵̛̰̅̆͝ā̷̺̘͙̏̈́̂t̴̖͠͠ ̷͍͓̝̯̎i̷̛̘̹͈̔̆͆s̵̝̐.̴̰͍͊̎̀.̵̹͉̜̄́͘.̷̰͚̏͘
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̴̜̋̀͌͝H̴̳̑̀͋́e̵̬̗̊̀̐̚l̵͔̑̄͠l̶̗̳̰̐o̶͙̱͍͗̊͒͝?̴̥̰̑?̴̻͈̞̃̈́̕

Oh, you! Does that ̶̫̓m̴͖̆e̷͔̔a̶̬̐n̵͉̅ ̷̠͌y̶͓͝o̸̜̒u̸̻͠ ̶̙̈́r̸̺̄e̸̙̅c̴͍̑ë̵͎́i̸̞̎v̷̪̓ȇ̷͖ḏ̷̃ my message?

Where are you? H-Hold on!

She whipped around from where she stood and tugged at Asher's sleeve, struggling to catch the button that'd allow her to send the recording.

Asher, I just heard from my friends! We need to get closer to them!

@Asher @Ash Vargold @Luthien​

 

[Luthien]

"Surely there's more than one path to reach Szofrit and Emm—"

Her words cut short when a new audio flooded her mind, but even with the static and broken speech parts as it struggled to properly play within her UI there was no denying who that voice belonged to—that was a voice she was very familiar with, especially in her dreams.

"Rael?!" Eys quickly flutter upwards, her gaze now scanning the nearby areas even as her mind strains to catch hold of her dreamsister's consciousness. "Rael, where are you?!"

It's hard to pinpoint her, the pinkett's own disassociating to her emotions effectively causing her to slip into Lúthien's network unannounced—but the same cannot be said of her companion. Eyes are quickly drawn in the direction of the white-haired bull as he rushes through the land, finally spotting the familiar pinkett sitting atop the beastfolk's shoulders, before the ranger waved enthusiastically at the pair.

"Rael, over here!!!"

@Ash Vargold | @Asher | @Harper | @Rael | @Yugam​

 

[Asher]

It takes longer than he’d like to admit for him to realize that Rael is speaking to him. Fucking butterflies man…

Right! Okay. Where…where are they? We can head there right now.

[ @Rael ]

 

[Erick Stryker]

A sound like static crackled in the ears of those close enough to see or hear Erick. Tendrils of inky black permeating radiant gold stretched out from his back, ripping him open like vines breaking through a cement foundation. As he clutched his head, he let out a Realm Shaking Shriek

No... get away! Don't come any... closer...

He was at war with himself, and something wicked looking seemed to be helping the winning side of his psyche as it fed on his despair and desperation and spread the infection outward, even so far as to broach the Magia-made Leylines.

"Wendel- I'll... save you... I swear...!"

 

[Ayna Nietzsche]

Ayna winced in pain as the bear trap's fangs dug deep into her legs. Fortunately for her, @Kamala Graham had her back.

"Thank you, Kamala... Are you all right?"

Before she could respond to her dear friend, @Chrys reared his ugly head. Ayna didn't know whether to smile or to frown, so she simply turned to him with a shrug.

"Speaking of the devil..."

He was right, though. They shouldn't get distracted. Not at a time like this. Not when so many have been lost, Landers and Starcalled alike. There was nowhere else to go but Forward.

"It's all right, Kamala. I'm all right. We're all right. The fight's not over. We can't leave. I understand if you want to, though, and if you do, I'll see you at Wicked's Rest once this is all done and over, okay? Chrys will pay for the drinks."

She turned to the massive mountain man with a smirk, knowing it would pain him deeply to pay for anyone else but himself.

 

[Kamala Graham]

Kamala heaved a sigh of relief when she heard @Chrys speak, revealing himself to be safe to his friends. The elf had a hand on her chest, having taken a step back when she was surprised by his voice, and she felt her heart beat faster. Appreciating his protection, Kamala gave him a warm smile and a nod, sincerely in good spirits to be reunited with a friend.

”I'm fine, Ayna, and I'm glad you're back with us, Chrys.”

She looked around them, finding other familiar faces fighting. From @Langley to @Zelrius, the two most recent people she had met and befriended, everyone was doing their best to continue fighting despite the horrifying odds. It didn't seem fair then that she would just run and leave them all to their doom. Turning back to @Ayna Nietzsche, she confirmed her resolve, nodding with determination.

”All right, then. It's decided: We're not leaving. We're seeing this battle through. After this, we'll all celebrate...and Chrys will be paying!”

She softly chuckled at that last thought, through the fire that had been lifted up from within her, chasing away the paranoid insects underneath her skin. If she had to die again, she'd die with friends.

 

[Yugam]

The mysterious intruding message, the conversation between @Luthien and @Ash Vargold , it was almost like they weren't constantly being shot at by a horde of magia defending their hive-base.

Seems like everyone's playing with the UI except for us.

Yes, well- fuck!

Yugam paused to duck beneath another laser flying at his face before returning fire.

I figure we can fiddle with the UI as long as we want when we're not being shot at.

Surely there's more than one path to reach Szofrit and Emm—

The sooner we figure it out, the better. If we get hit by another one of those death-rays, we're all screwed.

 

[Ash Vargold]

"That's..."

"N! Goddamnit, I thought she'd pulled back-"

The mysterious message came to mind, and his aura flared with his anger.

"There's no way I'm leaving her in that bitch's clutches. We gotta move."