WEEK 7

[foundationmods]

Seven weeks.

Seven long, long weeks.
But with the final trial and the deaths of four of their own, the game would be over this week...right? 🗈

All the truth was theirs to know, along with other things.
And now, the survivors had a task ahead of them...
...Would they be able to end everything on a high note?

...Or would it only end....bittersweetly...?

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[foundationmods]

[In the crystal ball, you can now see the island every so often, weaving and floating out of view.

...It's almost like....whatever was protecting this space before has vanished.]

[oceanicbutterfly]

[Does looking at the crystal ball make their senses of self itchy?]

[foundationmods]

[Sure fucking does!

....

Also, the ball itself is looking like it's beginning to corrode.

Secondly, all the books in the library are gone.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[Least it isn't a Tidepool of Fragments - yet, but there is something absolutely eerie about a library without books]

We shouldn't stay in here too long...

[foundationmods]

[Indeed, they shouldn't -

because as he finishes speaking, the ball cracks and bursts open, the Sea of Fragments spilling into the area like water.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He goes to physically pick up Karen and run]

[oceanicbutterfly]

[NOT EVEN COMPLAINING]

AAAAAAAH!

[foundationmods]

[The Sea rushes around Holmes' feet as he turns to run, like space itself lapping at his ankles, pushing him down slightly into it as if he were wading through feet of water instead of just a little.

Both of them clearly feel it - the urge to sink into the sea, a peaceful ending to who they are. Wouldn't it be nice to be part of the Sea? You would never have to worry or feel pain, ever again...

But the door is still open, a few more footsteps in front of them.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He could feel it, and something else slithering in the back of his mind. No - he can't, not here. The call of oblivion was there - but they must resist, even if the sea is slowing down their movement]

Mina-Karen! Don't... Focus on getting out of here.

[Sherlock grits his teeth, biting the inside of his mouth hard, hard enough to taste blood as he forces himself to walk, to keep walking. Moriarty would laugh if he fell like this, he had promises to keep not only to Erhard here, but to himself, to fix the Foundation, return to Ritsuka, to tease Watanuki... focus on those as he gets out]

[oceanicbutterfly]

Keep going!

[She's not yelling at him, she's... okay, she is, but not in an angry way.]

We have people waiting for us! Like Claire-san, and Gebura-san, and Matou-san! They're depending on us to get back!

[listen she's a magical girl this is how she contributes]

[foundationmods]

[...Ultimately, the Sea relents, and lets them go, lets Holmes sprint towards the hallway and land his feet on solid ground.

...Yet, the door is still open - and the Sea begins to crawl in...]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[Holmes groans, but the danger was there - he doesn't let Karen down yet as he lifted a foot and kicks the door shut]

Damn it! We need to warn everyone!

[foundationmods]

[As he shuts it, a single shining fragment falls out from the sea, clonking onto the floor.

Meanwhile, the shut door...suddenly vanishes, leaving nothing but smooth wall in it's place.]

[oceanicbutterfly]

[GRABBY HANDS.

this is probably a terrible idea]

[improbablenotimpossible]

[He puts Karen down and doesn't stop her from grabbing the fragment - honestly he would've grabbed for it if his hands weren't full]

[foundationmods]

[The fragment is...fine, actually.

But it shows....

...oh.

It shows the Foundation.

More specifically, it shows those from 6350 being gunned down execution style in one facet, while the other shows those from 6350 making genuine change in the Foundation, and higher positions than the ones they're in currently.]

[oceanicbutterfly]

[...

Karen's just going to look at this for a moment and do a very large concern.]

[improbablenotimpossible]

Damn...

[He murmurs, watching it - his expression unreadable]

[oceanicbutterfly]

I hope the basics are what he needed.

[??????????]

[improbablenotimpossible]

You're speaking of what happened before I died, correct?

We'll have to tell everyone, and hope there aren't any more leaks.

[oceanicbutterfly]

Right. I understand his concerns, but at this point the last thing any of us needs is more surprises lying in wait.

[improbablenotimpossible]

I was more referring to the sea... but, yes - we really don't need surprises, I agree.

[He's not an old man like Moriarty, but it's not good for one's health]