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Seifer Almasy	This is the Ending.      Everyone knows the Ending. It's so old that it's a cliche. It's names scrawling across the bright blue sky as seven shooting stars in seven colors rise to the top of the world and shatter, splintering across the land. It's people going about their business, walking, talking, laughing - all in text-boxes, all preprogrammed. But it doesn't make the sense of triumph less glorious. It doesn't make the ending theme, the upbeat, victorious music, less well-earned. It doesn't make the people less alive.      Distant Pradia is twitching. Buildings fall through each other, fall through the sky and the ground over and over. People are doing the same, or shifting back and forth, clipping through each other and everything. Everything's weird, but it's peaceful. It's happy. It's...peaceful.      The letters descend onto the tavern. It's been rebuilt. It descends onto a table, onto a single table in the center. There's four impressions, four shadows, four impressions, that no longer fit. One is the shadow of Shyra. One is the shadow of Pazkar. One is a blurred-out figure. And the fourth...      The fourth is You.      All of You. The party can see themselves, can see themselves in the impression, in the place of the hero. The impressions raise their mugs, and....
Shyra	T H E  E N D                                     The world has reached The End. What effects it might have, no one knows. Because in order to truly see what will happen after The End, there must be a new beginning.     Within the victortious celebration, there is a flicker of words:                           DEV TOOLS > QUICK RESET                               All around them the world... comes to a halt. What little movement there was, ceases. The world fades to black... Not the black of despair, not the black of the abyss. The black of potential, of rest as everything blurs and rushes towards an center both infinite and infintitesimal. And they are all part of this new beginning, this new world. The legend they have created here will echo throughout eternity. For a moment, there is peace.                           DEV TOOLS > QUICK IMPORT                               And as suddenly as everything blurred and vanished, it explodes outwards again. Endless streams of knowledge taking form, of a universe becoming material once more. Through time and space, everything rushes towards a new point... That nevertheless might seem quite familiar.
Seifer Almasy	The world resets.      The buildings stand tall. They're taller than they were last time. There's a sense of...completeness, of *upscaling*. They're more detailed. The people on the street have different faces, different clothes, different-color hairs. Not too many different faces, not too many different clothes, but...they're there. They're *there*. Some of them have brooms, sweeping away at dust. The guards have lances, and insignias on their armor. There's someone with a weird little thing on his shoulder, sitting in the corner. There's a pair of kids running around with (fake) katanas. Someone playing with a little toy car. A shop with a potion sign on it. Someone playing with a doll with a weird little pom on its head.      The sun shines down from on high. Clouds roll past. They're moving through the sky, slowly but surely, moving. It's a lazy, quiet day. The grass feels sharper. The stones feel clearer.      The guards aren't moving.      The people are moving in circles.      There's a palpable change. But the work's not done.      There's a mountain that wasn't there before in the very far distance. Around it is...*something*. And off, even further, is a massive, ominous Tower that rises into the sky.      One of the guards, as the party passes, says, out loud,      "Welcome to Finaria! I like bows!"
Arkae Zellar	Arkae looks around. There's a mystery here. People are going to be very interested in solving the mystery, probably. Very invested. Very distracted. Yeah. She waits till nobody's looking at her, and then makes a beeline towards the shrine that should contain four new copies of the relics.
Seifer Almasy	Arkae runs through the woods. She's menaced by a few monsters, but it's nothing she can't handle. She runs down the ruins, the ruined temple, the shrine. She runs down the stairs, fighting past monsters, past the Eye Stalker, to the shrine-      -...there's no relics.      There's, instead, a relief.      It shows seven flowers, falling across the world, split from an image of something horrifying. Touching it gives Arkae an intense and unpleasant feeling. But there is no door here, no relics, no hidden underground.      The world *has* moved.      Discordia is gone.
Arthur Lowell	"Farewell, Discordia."     "I'll see you in the next one."     >Arthur: Wake up.     Silence.     >Arthur: Wake up!!     Potential.     >Arthur: WAKE UP!!!     Arthur awakens. He's immediately out of the inn and stumbling through the streets. What's all this? He can see the tower in the distance. Holy shit!! He has a hard time breathing, for just a moment. Looking around, he /focuses/. The tower is one thing. The rest is important too though. The lances of those guards, the brooms, the doll with the pom -- he recognizes bits and pieces.     He gets a bit of this.     "Quick Import", he says, under his breath.
Raphael Cousteau	The prybar is working. The mystical, terrible prybar, somehow, is -working-. And then the world utterly shatters. INLAND EMPIRE: In a good way. Everything is fine. And there he is, drinking. In the tavern. And it's fine. ELECTROCHEMISTRY: It is always, at all times, fine to get a drink. Reminder: You used up your drink saving this world, and should get another. And then, everything is black. And then everything is...better? INLAND EMPIRE: The body is more whole. It is not yet complete--but it is closer. Inspector Raphael Cousteau coughs a few times, slamming his chest with a fist. "..Ah. ...Heh. ...yeah. I'm fine. I'm fine. Hoo-ey, that was *lucky*. ...Anyone got a light? I really could use a cigarette right now to process all this..."
Kupot	Kupot appears in front of Finaria. He is wounded terribly, electric burns from his skull to his eye, which is now bare, until he gets a new HUD plate for his eye. He stares out at the world. A little bit has changed. Something changed. It worked. It isn't just the endless toil of fighting the inevitable. The moogle staggers forward into the area and sees that things have changed. Seeing the strange moogle doll, it is too much. Kupot leans against the wall and takes a moment to hold his hand to his open eye to fight back tears. The pain is always worth it.
Arcadia	It takes an Ending to lead to a Beginning. Or something philosophical like that. Not exactly Arcadia's headspace but she's familiar with the concept just due to the nature of the city-state she originates from. The sphinx rubs her eyes with the back of a paw, as if making sure all that was actually real. But it was, and is now. They stand upon a new world, reborn. Her tail thrashes a bit as she's suddenly quite giddy. "Oh, oh, an actual End and Rebirth of a world! Experienced first hand. The archivists are going to be -so- jealous when I get home!" Any amount of pain and suffering from that bizarre boss fight has been forgotten in the rush of seeing a new world flourishing from it.
Pazkar	Pazkar dies, again. The final blow blasts through his health bar, another notch, weaker, another step closer to death. He staggers as the air glitches, him appearing in the space next to it again, and then, they're at the End. The world resets. "...Fascinating." Is all Pazkar says, wearily, taking off his helmet and revealing his unfitting physical appearance. Speaking with a voice, made of higher-toned beeps. He steps forward, looking at each individual. He begins talking to them, one by one. He doesn't care what they respond. All he cares to know is: how much have they changed?
Mordred	When there's an opening, Mordred strikes. When there isn't an opening, Mordred strikes. Against a conventional opponent, she'd be able to figure it out. Against this? She has no idea, so she just keeps moving. What holds her back next is not Discordia, however, but Arthur's heartfelt plea, his shouting, his reverence for Discordia and its creators. "... Heh. At least someone else here knows how to." Mordred murmurs to nobody in particular, her silver blade resting atop her shoulder as she prepares to dive back into the fray with renewed vigor. Before she can, though, Discordia.. No. Primordia unleashes its final attack even as its very being starts to fall apart. It unleashes all of its remaining power upon the group, threatening to bring them all down with it, and Mordred doesn't have anywhere to dodge or take cover as it does. Nowhere else except behind Clarent. The blade goes up in front of her, and both she and the blade must endure that world-destroying burst of power. It doesn't quite blast Mordred away as it batters at her, wears her down, threatens to steal consciousness and existence away from the Servant. Mordred survives. She stays on her feet, and she starts laughing. It's not a taunting laugh, though, but one of genuine enjoyment even though she looks like she's ready to collapse. She doesn't have the luxury of doing so, though, as things change again. It changes drastically. Gone are those text boxes, replaced by actual voices and having to learn new names. Finaria is significantly easier on the eyes now than it was before, and things actually seem hopeful compared to before. Mordred's not quite sure how to proceed with all of these changes. Would these people remember her tenure as the Evil Knight? Or would she simply be another traveler? Only one way to find out. Mordred approaches the guard. "Oi. What do you think about swords?"
Seifer Almasy	"Welcome to Finaria!" The guard says to Mordred, "I like bows!"
Amelris Belthrone	Amelris awaken.      His body feels like shit. His tail is burned. His clothes are scorched. He can feel his insides telling him that he's overdone it on that last spell.      The Warrior of Light is kind of looking on the town with a sort of stunned, half-adrenaline surge induced stare, giving the looks all around and about. He blinks, his bruised, burned tail flicking behind him as he steps in.      Then, he smiles, staring out at the little subtle details all around them. He recognise things.      He chuckles. His shoulders shuddering as his laugh starts growing, bursting out into a whole, loud roaring tired laughter as he falls straight on his ass. Half-delirious with adrenaline, the pain, this is a laugh of relief and success.      This was worth it.
Tomoe	Tomoe is still able to fight she's not sure how much longer they will ho,d but by god, she will hold until she finally breaks. She's about ready to make another attack run and then the world goes white and then suddenly she's somewhere else she sees it. RR It's the Ending she sees it, it doesn't matter it's nature it does not matter if its preprogrammed. She sees the names of the people who put so much work into the project that unwittingly spawned this world. Then there are signs of things are generally a lot better now. She then sees the letter descend onto the tavern it's been rebuilt it lands on the table the there are impressions here there is a shadow of Shyra, Pazkar a blurred out figure but the fouth she knows well she sees herself there and then the words. The End She also catch note of something is happening now she's pretty sure Shyra has a hand with it and then she sees everything take shape again s the world resets. Tomoe awakens and pulls herself off the ground stagging to her feet she joins Amelris in laughing in much the same way but dear lord she feels like a truck hit her, several times.
Arkae Zellar	Arkae runs a hand along the seven flowers relief. "...Huh." With the sudden loss of the anticipation of easy loot, she starts to feel the wounds she took in the previous battle. Specifically the ones she inflicted on herself via doing what felt like a good idea at the time. She slumps against the wall of the shrine and holds up the red bird relic, the one that used to be here, to look at it. Or would have been here, if things had stayed the same. "Huh." "... I wonder."
Ishirou	The world resets, blackness takes over everything.  Did they do it?  Did they win?  Did they not win?  There is a feeling of something, hope maybe?  It doesn't calm the Android down any more than it should.  At first the ending with him sitting in the place of the Hero, but to I4 it didn't feel deserved.   After all, he might as well be just like the rest of the NPCs here in Last Illusion.  Of course, a second later the world shifts again.  Something CHANGES.  The world feels slightly more real.  Slightly more substantial than it felt a moment ago.   However, there was still something missing.  Even as things were added, something else was still missing.  Knowledge still left unfound.  It kind of left I4 feeling as if he really didn't get to the truth at all, if he failed somehow?  Could he have done better?  What secret did he miss?   Sparks shoot up his arm to remind him that he still suffered damage from the fight, critical damage at that.  He slowly slips to a sitting position while the POD attempts emergency repairs to get him into a state that he can get home for real repairs.   What was it that he was searching for here?  That the people here could be alive?  That he too was alive, despite what people said?  The answer remains unanswered, but there is the nagging that maybe he is looking for it in the wrong spot.
Mordred	"... Heh. Hasn't changed that much, I guess." Mordred actually sounds amused by the guard's repetition. She doesn't probe further beyond that, instead letting Clarent fade into the ether as she rubs her shoudler and rolls it slowly to work out the kinks from battle. "First things first. Let's get some food and booze in us, huh? Victory celebration might not have ended yet."
Staren	T H E   E N D                                       This feels... right. Staren feels a sense of calm and peace he hasn't in years.     It can't last, though. And for once... maybe that's okay.     Staren looks around. His mech's sensors zoom in on people talking. On NPCs that aren't pallete swaps of each other. Wait, is that kid playing with a toy /car/?     And of course, the tower in the distance, a reminder that that won't be the last they see of AYUDHA RAKSHA.     Staren climbs down to gather with the others, except for Arkae who runs off.     Also, Shyra's talking.     Shyra's TALKING.     She sounds like a Star Fox character but the translation effect works on it. He didn't expect this. He didn't expect any of this.     In his safety orange piloting suit, Staren steps up alongside Arthur, removing his helmet. "So. Is this what you expected?" For the moment, he's still infused with the peace and cheer of The Ending.
Arianrhod	Arianrhod watches as her thrown lance is accelerated by Arthur's spell. She watches at it repeated pierces through the very reality they stand in, looping on and on.     But it's not enough.     Not enough to stop Discordia's attack. Not enough to keep the evil god from unmaking everything. Everything goes white...     The end.     Arianrhod is still standing. Holes in her armor from where the reality spikes had struck. A part slightly sagging from the intense heat of the beam that had struck. And she's still feeling the pain from the spell that had tried to bring her death...     ... But she's still standing strong as she looks around at the new world around them. New, but familiar. She murmurs to herself, "An old world gone, replaced by this... Not enough. Still not enough." Arianrhod turns, beginning to walk away, muttering, "I need more."
Arthur Lowell	Arthur asides to Staren, briefly, sheepishly: "I'm gonna tell you some shit, man. I was improvising. Totally wingin' it, no expectations. No idea what a Scratch would do, but anything was better as a starting position. We did... alright. Could'a gone a lot better." A long pause. He takes a deep breath. "Could'a gone a /whole lot/ worse, though."     He holds an offered fist-bump out to Staren.
Staren	Staren rolls his eyes and sighs at Arthur's admission. But he just doesn't feel like getting angry right now. He smiles good-naturedly and fist-bumps Arthur (then remembers and struggles to keep up with the minigame if it happens.) And then he very lightly punches Arthur's shoulder. "Risking the fate of a world like that... but it seems your instincts were right."     He turns to look towards the distant tower. A gust of dramatic wind blows past, rustling his hair and tail. "So, what do we do now? That's Ayudha Raksha's tower, so the world's still in danger, isn't it? Just... not immediately."
Arthur Lowell	"'Course the world's in danger. We're /heroes/, we ain't gonna be here without the world in danger." Arthur says, grinning in both expression and tone of voice. "But... we'll be looking for the gaps. Places that still need fillin' in. Gotta go see what's missing to see what needs making." He nods soberly. "Then, we bust out the alchemy and everything else. Start fillin' it in."
Arcadia	"A lot worse," Arcadia chimes in. "A difference was made, and this world will be better for it." Which is followed by a laugh in response to Arthur. "If it was perfect the first time, we'd be out of a job!"
Staren	Staren nods at Arthur's response, and looks a bit more somber himself as he looks around, taking in the world and looking for signs of just how gamey, or just how real-y, it now is.
Arthur Lowell	"Yeah. If you can make a difference once, you can do it more." Arthur says, giving a quick fingergun to Arcadia. "Just gotta keep that up. However many times it takes."
Staren	"Spoken like a true billionagenarian." Staren quips after Arthur's words.
Tomoe	Tomoe looks to Arcadia and Arthur "I have some plans I'll need some help with, but first we party."
Arthur Lowell	"Hey, thirteen and a half billion is the new twenty." Arthur jabs back in a friendly tone. "You're gonna agree with me when you're two thousand something or another years old."
Rean Schwarzer	Rean falls to one knee and clutches his chest, his hair reverting to black. Crap, out of energy. Did he even have enough to keep fighting? Did any of them have enough energy to hold out for as long as they might need to? And then The End comes. Everything is more detailed, brighter, more...complete, somehow. "It's changed...." Rean murmurs, looking around. People still are moving around in perpetual loops, but now they're doing more than just walking, and they actually speak. ...In beeping noises, which is a bit odd to him, but it's not a text box anymore! "...We did it." Rean laughs, a wide grin crossing his face. "We actually did it!" ...Ow. Rean doubles over, wincing at his various burns and wounds. Ok, yeah, gotta be careful. He opts to just sit on the ground for now, maybe slap himself with a healing spell to close some bits up. They still had work to do, but for now...For now they should celebrate.
Ishirou	"That's not how numbers work," I4 says, deciding that being gloomy wasn't really worth it after all of that.
Staren	"I more meant that we know you speak from experience." Staren's tone is friendly too. "But I look forward to that, too."
Seifer Almasy	And there's Jude.      He stops in front of the group. He's got his cross clutched in his hand. His eyes are sad and quiet, contemplative. He's not celebrating, but he's not upset. He just looks distant.      "I guess my faith was rewarded."      "I'm not sure I can say it all worked out." He looks around. "There aren't many who..."      "...."      "...but it's something."      "Thank you."