[ Void Archives, logical being first and foremost, despite having proclaimed that they are not the type of existence to be moved by emotional sentiment may in fact find that isn't true at all in certain instances.
There is a lot that they are still coming to understand about themselves, but the existence beside them right now does not flicker out. Feels far more real with that hand clutching theirs, and they ultimately decide to hang on.
But, whatever "this" is seems to sneer at this, discontent with More's persistence in sticking to his guns, so to speak. ]
THAT NATURE OF IT IS BEYOND YOUR COMPREHENSION...
...YET, WRECHED POET, YOU SEEK TO DENY MYSELF THIS?
TO FOOLISHLY INTERFERE?
KNOW THAT THIS THING BEFORE YOU ARE IS A MERE FRAGMENT. MEANT TO DESTROY THE POWERFUL FORCE OF HONKAI, YET INHERENTLY SERVE AS A GUIDE OF HONKAI...
A PIECE OF P̸̮̬͚̟͙͍̗̻̭̹̮̌̑̒͛͐̕͝ͅROMETHEUS. A TOOL THAT CAN TURN AGAINST ALL OF CIVILIZATION.
IT DOES NOT HAVE A SINGULAR NATURE. HOW CAN YOU EVER TRUST SUCH A THING? HOW CAN YOU BE CERTAIN? HOW CAN Y—
[ Void Archives presumed that because they acknowledged that they may not be bound by this trap that it would be over. Yet there is one indisputable fact:
They are their own worst enemy. And, the subconscious does not necessarily heed to conventional logic - even worse when one's nature is a bit more layered in a way that may prove to be unfathomable. Therefore, they conclude there is only one way to finish this, and so they slam their free hand into the wall behind them, silencing the thing temporarily with the mere sound of it.
The walls surrounding them all seem to suddenly crack, like vulnerable fractures, but seem to refuse to shatter. More can also sense that odd oppressive aura originates from whatever this thing is. ]
In the end, it comes down to shattering this farce by force.
...I trust even in this I will not stand alone?
[ This is how they will have to prove that this reality is false; whatever beliefs etched are not entirely worth giving it to, that whatever has been spoken to them was untenable...that, instead, More's words were true. Of this, they are certain.
The final key to the puzzle to convince their own "mind".
So, Void Archives brings back their one free hand, and they point that gloved hand, at the figure which seems to also summon two blades, pitched black as the night.
A sudden collection of light appears to manifest, forming into spears of light, which fling themselves towards this unnamed enemy for the final act. Though, they also crash into some of the walls too. Accidental or on purpose? You decide.
(Whatever More is doing (talking or taking action), please roll 3d20s for it!) ]
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There is a lot that they are still coming to understand about themselves, but the existence beside them right now does not flicker out. Feels far more real with that hand clutching theirs, and they ultimately decide to hang on.
But, whatever "this" is seems to sneer at this, discontent with More's persistence in sticking to his guns, so to speak. ]
THAT NATURE OF IT IS BEYOND YOUR COMPREHENSION...
...YET, WRECHED POET, YOU SEEK TO DENY MYSELF THIS?
TO FOOLISHLY INTERFERE?
KNOW THAT THIS THING BEFORE YOU ARE IS A MERE FRAGMENT. MEANT TO DESTROY THE POWERFUL FORCE OF HONKAI, YET INHERENTLY SERVE AS A GUIDE OF HONKAI...
A PIECE OF P̸̮̬͚̟͙͍̗̻̭̹̮̌̑̒͛͐̕͝ͅROMETHEUS. A TOOL THAT CAN TURN AGAINST ALL OF CIVILIZATION.
IT DOES NOT HAVE A SINGULAR NATURE. HOW CAN YOU EVER TRUST SUCH A THING? HOW CAN YOU BE CERTAIN? HOW CAN Y—
[ Void Archives presumed that because they acknowledged that they may not be bound by this trap that it would be over. Yet there is one indisputable fact:
They are their own worst enemy. And, the subconscious does not necessarily heed to conventional logic - even worse when one's nature is a bit more layered in a way that may prove to be unfathomable. Therefore, they conclude there is only one way to finish this, and so they slam their free hand into the wall behind them, silencing the thing temporarily with the mere sound of it.
The walls surrounding them all seem to suddenly crack, like vulnerable fractures, but seem to refuse to shatter. More can also sense that odd oppressive aura originates from whatever this thing is. ]
In the end, it comes down to shattering this farce by force.
...I trust even in this I will not stand alone?
[ This is how they will have to prove that this reality is false; whatever beliefs etched are not entirely worth giving it to, that whatever has been spoken to them was untenable...that, instead, More's words were true. Of this, they are certain.
The final key to the puzzle to convince their own "mind".
So, Void Archives brings back their one free hand, and they point that gloved hand, at the figure which seems to also summon two blades, pitched black as the night.
A sudden collection of light appears to manifest, forming into spears of light, which fling themselves towards this unnamed enemy for the final act. Though, they also crash into some of the walls too. Accidental or on purpose? You decide.
(Whatever More is doing (talking or taking action), please roll 3d20s for it!) ]