RECORDING 17: THE FINAL DAY.

[foundationmods]

It's the final day, before the night when the massacre begins.

You've all talked and planned - and as you wake up, on the last day you have allotted to you...You know, instinctively, it is now or never.

That today, you either break free...or die trying.

The hallways are seemingly empty of ghosts, even the vessels themselves having gone silent. The Miasma hangs in the air, as if waiting for your decision.

There is 12 of your number left.

How many will be alive by the end of the day?

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[zweivoltage]

[He couldn't suppress the whimper, the blood pouring, then with a burst of strength as Olympia fires off a laser, he jerks back, the sword pulling out with a sickening noise, as he leaps away out of their grip, seeming to glide backward to keep Nanaka from the robot's reach]

I'm afraid I can't. I've been entrusted to survive with the word 'Hope', to live long as I can. I - as someone who still lives as a human being, have to pick what seems to be the foolish road - Even if it is futile... even if I would only burn like a moth in the flame, I will not surrender.

God, by your grace - please protect our future!

[boardreversal]

Didn't I tell you before, Kiske-kun? [As he finishes saying that - a blade of the same dark purple as the miasma suddenly juts out from his chest, held by a single man behind him. A man who tilts ky's to the side and back in that moment, just so the teenager can see his sneer.] Your god can't protect anyone.

[zweivoltage]

[The breath came out of him is rushed and heavy as all the air escaped his lungs at once. His eyes widened, as his mouth is suddenly warm, wet, and tasting like copper, pain radiating from his chest, making his shoulder seem almost numb.

His fingers clench Nanaka in a death grip. Battler... the name came to him, drunkenly as he's tipped back, to see who stabbed in - the image of Haku's 'gift' for him flashed in his mind for the moment]

God.... by your grace... Protect... our future.

[He forces each, wet, heavy word out, as blood trickles from the corner of his lip]

[boardreversal]

....Stubborn, huh? [ The smile drops, as he twists the 'blade' - before reaching over and gripping Ky's hair with a hand.] ....That's alright. You'll know your resistance was stupid in the end, no matter how long it takes. See you soon, Kiske-kun. [And he yanks the sword back out, not hesitating as he aims it squarely at Ky's neck, slicing through.]

1/2

[carbide]

[With that done, Olympia can take Nanaka in peace. Or rather, her Soul Gem, which was the only part she needed anyway.

She's not entirely sure how sturdy it is. How much, exactly, can this thing take.]

2/2

[carbide]

[So she'll just have to make absolutely sure.

Olympia used Cruelty!

Holding the gem against her chest, the robot explodes.]

[white_camellia]

[It turns out that blowing yourself up is in fact a solution to destroy soul gems.

As the soul gem vanishes, the magic on Nanaka's body fades away, and her body remains cold and dead, in her Foundation outfit, with a bullet in the leg, multiple shurikens in the chest, and having been near an explosion.

...At... least she probably didn't feel any of that?

Nanaka Tokiwa is dead.]

cw: decapitation

[zweivoltage]

[He winces, involuntary tears flowing as he's gripped, giving another gurgling cry as the blade twists, his body involuntarily twitch, Nanaka falling from his grip.

There was only a moment of sharp pain across his throat. Another image, a man with long reddish hair, shaking him, screaming at him to shut up, to stop being stubborn - that he wasn't supposed to die. It's what filled his vision as the sword continues to cut, the blood staining his white uniform - too far gone to register the grinding of metal against bone or the pain.

His knees buckled, his body sinks to the ground, and he slumps over, his crucifix clattering on the ground. It's said, during the Reign of Terror, that they discovered that death came so swiftly to the victims that they still blushed as if they were still alive.

Ky's eyes seem to widen, as if trying to see someone, despite the fact that his head had been completely severed from his neck.

Ky Kiske is dead]