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ENDPLOT | ROLL THE BONES, PART 2
Characters: ALL!
Date: Mid-Late November
Location: In the Dreaming
Situation: It's either Malicant or the Foreigners... and their worlds.
Warnings/Rating: Add warnings as needed.
Locating the Vilii Stone has been dealt with and now it's time to take on Malicant directly. It's a relatively simple interpretation that proves the answer to the conundrum of how to share the object between all involved: shatter it, and make sure everyone has a shard. It clears any remaining taint of Malicant's essence from those who still more it and makes said evil furious. They're all feeling it now-- the throbthrobthrob of his telepathic presence has swamped the caverns where the stone once lay, and the only safe harbour is the Hotel. There's only so long even the Hotel will be able to withstand that force.
Inside the Dreaming, that force can't be felt. Inside the Dreaming, the caverns are reflected on long smooth lines, riveted by sinew and muscle, a true combination of the realms in this space that becomes a living maze to work against them. There are many offshoots, and when the Foreigners arrive in the Dreaming they will find themselves separated, both willingly and unwillingly, three or four apiece to each individual set of caverns that seal behind them. They're going to have to move fast and defend one another. Their collective power is all that remains between Malicant and everything else, and every part of him must be defeated.
He's waiting, but he's not without a plan.
The Foreigners will find that they are facing the embodiments of their greatest fears and weaknesses. An enemy they were never able to defeat, a friend who betrayed them, a fateful event that they couldn't outrun, even a physical feat they could never overcome. Malicant has had a long time to study them, to befriend them as Asti, to gain their trust and exploit their secrets. Where there are individuals, these embodiments will be targeted and where there are groups, they'll be something that encompasses multiple forms.
But the Foreigners are not without recourse: they are in the Dreaming Realm, a plane shaped by willpower, by desire... and even to a degree, by the very fears they are facing. The Gha'nal venom will allow them to manipulate what they perceive as the "reality" around them, and the shard of Vilii Stone they've been given will become a weapon or tool fitting to the situation, to help them.
LINKS
Part 1 - Beneath The Shell/Midnight Hotel | Part 1 - Malicant’s Tools/The Vilii Stone | OOC - Plotting Post
OOC
So here's the final log! There's a lot of freedom for players to write what they feel will be their biggest obstacle to overcome, and how Malicant will appear to be challenging them. The common traits to what all players are going to face are listed in the description above. This log will be open until the end of the month, at which point an interim log and OOC post will be going up.
Date: Mid-Late November
Location: In the Dreaming
Situation: It's either Malicant or the Foreigners... and their worlds.
Warnings/Rating: Add warnings as needed.
Locating the Vilii Stone has been dealt with and now it's time to take on Malicant directly. It's a relatively simple interpretation that proves the answer to the conundrum of how to share the object between all involved: shatter it, and make sure everyone has a shard. It clears any remaining taint of Malicant's essence from those who still more it and makes said evil furious. They're all feeling it now-- the throbthrobthrob of his telepathic presence has swamped the caverns where the stone once lay, and the only safe harbour is the Hotel. There's only so long even the Hotel will be able to withstand that force.
Inside the Dreaming, that force can't be felt. Inside the Dreaming, the caverns are reflected on long smooth lines, riveted by sinew and muscle, a true combination of the realms in this space that becomes a living maze to work against them. There are many offshoots, and when the Foreigners arrive in the Dreaming they will find themselves separated, both willingly and unwillingly, three or four apiece to each individual set of caverns that seal behind them. They're going to have to move fast and defend one another. Their collective power is all that remains between Malicant and everything else, and every part of him must be defeated.
He's waiting, but he's not without a plan.
The Foreigners will find that they are facing the embodiments of their greatest fears and weaknesses. An enemy they were never able to defeat, a friend who betrayed them, a fateful event that they couldn't outrun, even a physical feat they could never overcome. Malicant has had a long time to study them, to befriend them as Asti, to gain their trust and exploit their secrets. Where there are individuals, these embodiments will be targeted and where there are groups, they'll be something that encompasses multiple forms.
But the Foreigners are not without recourse: they are in the Dreaming Realm, a plane shaped by willpower, by desire... and even to a degree, by the very fears they are facing. The Gha'nal venom will allow them to manipulate what they perceive as the "reality" around them, and the shard of Vilii Stone they've been given will become a weapon or tool fitting to the situation, to help them.
LINKS
Part 1 - Beneath The Shell/Midnight Hotel | Part 1 - Malicant’s Tools/The Vilii Stone | OOC - Plotting Post
OOC
So here's the final log! There's a lot of freedom for players to write what they feel will be their biggest obstacle to overcome, and how Malicant will appear to be challenging them. The common traits to what all players are going to face are listed in the description above. This log will be open until the end of the month, at which point an interim log and OOC post will be going up.
Part 3
When "Sparda" opened his eyes, Dante's smirk was almost a mile wide. However, so was Sparda's, right up until he stripped himself of his human guise, and rose again in his true form.
"You think you're so much better then me, don't you?"
"As in, you Malicant? I'd say that's a pretty low bar." Dante had never been fooled, despite his rather low opinion of his father, even he knew there was no way he'd turn up in a place like this. He drew his briefcase, and it morphed into a bowgun. Dante wasn't holding back or going easy. Not now.
Part 4
This was Malicant's ploy: even if he could conjure up another scene capable of horrifying Dante, it would only galvanize him. No, he had to shake him, make him question himself. And it was working, little by little. Dante was still grinning, but deep down, he was furious. How dare this bastard try and imply that they were anything alike. He started to shoot widely with the bowgun, with little regard for if it's actually working.
"Well, aren't you a one-trick pony?" Another chuckle, before he sent a round of summoned swords flying at Dante. "Is that your solution to all of your problems? Shoot them until it goes away? You know, that worked so poorly with your poor brother."
Dante was too headstrong and angered to realize that he was playing right into Malicant's hands. Instead of trying to dodge the projectiles, he grabbed his sword again and charged towards the demon. Predictably, his shoulder was impaled, and he fell towards the ground.
"You know I'm right, don't you? You're a monster, same as the rest of us." The mockery didn't fall for the same trick twice, and instead summoned another sword to finish Dante off from a distance. "Even better, you're a shadow of a monster. No matter what you do, no matter how powerful you become, you'll never be anything more then 'Son of Sparda'. How pathetic."
Part 5| I'm done I swear
The sword that had pierced Dante disappeared, and he quickly rolled to dodge the oncoming one. At this precise moment, the villi stone in Dante's coat pocket began to resonate. When Dante reached out and pulled it, it became a weapon, but a less extravagant one then the others the opponents had been flinging around. No, it was simply a gold-hilted katana with a gold ribbon tied to the hilt. However, only a fool would assume that Yamato was anything less then the trump card Dante needed.
"The rest of us? I'm pretty sure you mean just you." Dante drew Yamato and swung it in Malicant's general direction, hitting him far past what a sword's range could be. "But if I am, oh well. Being a monster's certainly more fun then being a saint."
Dante gave a few more swings, and each struck the demon. Finally, the apparition fell, and Dante smirked. "Huh, funny. I expected you to be a bit more powerful. Both yous. I guess you just took some of my memories and threw up some second-rate copy of my old man."
And that settles that. Only time would tell if he actually hit Malicant or just some projection, but might as well finish this loser off either way. He draws one of his pistols, and takes only a few steps forward. "Oh well, it was fun while it lasted."
It took record time for him to aim his pistol and pull the trigger. It was weak, but between the increased power the dreaming was giving him and the fact that Malicant was already down, that was more then enough to kill him.
"Jackpot"