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FINAL TRIAL
...Finally, it was time to begin.
The unlit pyre rose before them, tall and massive.
The smell of smoke wafted around them, as the Witch stood before them - flanked by all her demons and her servants.
The Pieces she had taken.π
The unlit pyre rose before them, tall and massive.
The smell of smoke wafted around them, as the Witch stood before them - flanked by all her demons and her servants.
The Pieces she had taken.π
There was no audience, no trial.
It was just them...and the Witch.
The Witch who stood before the pyre, as if accepting her fate.
In this, this final hour... Music could be heard by both the pieces and those that looked on from another plane.
Their forms were changed again, for the final time - to those of the trial.
A trial that could easily turn into an execution...or a redemption.
But it still had to happen.
If something heals improperly, you must cause pain and reopen the wounds to make it heal correctly.
But.
There was always the risk of infection...
....Would this end....in a happy ending...?
...Nothing was certain.
Nothing, except the knowledge in their own hearts and minds.
It was just them...and the Witch.
The Witch who stood before the pyre, as if accepting her fate.
In this, this final hour... Music could be heard by both the pieces and those that looked on from another plane.
Their forms were changed again, for the final time - to those of the trial.
A trial that could easily turn into an execution...or a redemption.
But it still had to happen.
If something heals improperly, you must cause pain and reopen the wounds to make it heal correctly.
But.
There was always the risk of infection...
....Would this end....in a happy ending...?
...Nothing was certain.
Nothing, except the knowledge in their own hearts and minds.
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That is actually going to get a look of fear from Watanuki, and he throws up his hands to put a barrier between himself, the other out-of-game pieces, and the flames.
...though most of them are scattered around, so-]
Shadow! Koide! Help me!
[They will find that they are able to shield anyone who is out of the game, using the demon magic they still have. None of them can protect the active Pieces, though. They have to fight this fight still.]
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[Good news: Wheatley's back, and he's dressed up nicely!
Bad news: For some reason he got stuck with the goat head instead of his actual core body.
Worse news: He literally has no idea what's going on and he just barely got into the shield.]
Ugh... Oh, come on! Black truths?! What do those even mean?
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[...]
Are you seriously a goat robot now?
[Anon, please focus.]
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What? [He looks at his hands... His weird... Humanoid animatronic hands... Then touches his snout.]
... Bloody hell! I thought I'd get the gigai or something!
[And then the players got speared... And cracked...]
Uh oh.
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goabot ]
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[Golden flames rise from the ground, taking the form of a wolf once more. But this time, Terios has the same brilliant white-gold fur as Shadow. With the sound of a revving engine, he leaps in front of Erhard and surrounds them both in a golden barrier.
Shadow's back spines morph into a pair of golden owl's wings with streaks of blood red, and he forms a matching sword of energy in his hand. He disappears and reappears on the other side of the room, projecting another shield for the previously-deceased]
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He's barely aware of his own broken, terrified cry.]
NO!
[He can't do anything to help, his power won't heal wounds like that, even if he could get to the others!]
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They can do this, Erhard!
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Stop hurting them! Stop hurting yourself! It doesnβt help anything, believe me!
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[ She might be able to make some kind of barrier herself if she needs to, idk how her power sealing deal actually works. ]
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She...that's what she almost did to me, before the game. But Lambdadelta stopped her, and told us to use this game to settle our differences instead.
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So what's this then?! Another bloody loophole!?
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It's the truth I couldn't shatter on my own, the reason why I needed all of you.
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[There is a slight hesitation there, before he answers.]
She asked what I would do to get Yuuko-san's name and face back. If I would burn for her. When I answered yes, without any hesitation, she became enraged and tried to curse me with those black flames of hers.
At the time it didn't make sense, but now...
[now, with the book to guide them, they all should have the context to understand why Nirrti reacted like that.]
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Totally a final battle move.
[Don't sound approving, Anon....... At least he seems to be more focused now rather than playing around, since all the barriers are going up.]
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[Watanuki seems to be hesitating. His eyes flicker between Nirrti and the group, and he watches them get injured by those black truths.
Technically he can end this, but he's still frozen in place. This time, though, it's not the reluctance to let Yuuko go that makes him pause. It's the fear of what she might do if he gives her the win.]
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[ Natsuno's not really suited for defense and his demon form is no exception but you know what. Since he's not keeping them anyway? Might as well do what he does best and just use himself as a jinrou-demon barrier. Or more specifically his wings.
He's not moving from where Anon is so sorry other people, but he can at least shield him and Emi? Yay for pointlessly large wingspans. And anyone else who's decided to haunt this corner because he's not being picky right now. ]
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He's still out of play, it seems.
That could rankle, but he's right where he needs to be, and those black wings from his last trial form sprout from his back, though the rest of him stays as is. They're thin and more bat-like than anything, but he extends them anyway, a second layer to reinforce Natsuno's. It might not do much, but...]
Hmm... I understand what it is now. My trial form.
Maou.
Your image of what you believe strength to be. [he shoots Natsuno a smile, wild and irrepressible as always] The Witch is totally going down.
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Not Mao, Maou! "Demon King", goat robot. Add that to your memory banks!
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The Demon King. [ And despite how taxing guarding against Nirrti's magic is, he grins back with fang filled abandon. It'll just be between them, but he entwines their fingers tighter in response. ]
She is, finally.
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@ GOLD TRUTH THING!
Is this... Did they just get a boost?
[There's hope! Wheatley goes right up to the edge of the barrier and starts shouting.]
YOU GOT THIS, MATES! GO GET HER!