ENDGAME GROUP 1: The Other Box (Log 2)

[yourghosthost]

[Off-screen, the groups manage to reunite themselves once more. More notable than anything else is the little black floating box, though if any of you have any information you wish to exchange, now would be an excellent time to do so.]

I know this isn’t exactly on the docket, but I intend on heading in there. You’re welcome to join if you’d like.

(ooc: this is the second and final log for group 1 - if you weren’t here for the previous log, feel free to use this as a jumping-in point!)

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[toogoodforhim]

[It's fine, he's just bringing it on himself.]

It's not even creative at this point, we were frozen in place in the end of our ritual, too.

[greatwidesomewhere]

You were—?

[cool then you know how to fix it right]

[toogoodforhim]

[well he knows what happened then but he ain't saying it out loud.]

At least last time there was a pretense of panache to it.

1/2

[roundzero]

ENOUGH TALKING!

[Cruella is rapidly trying to put out her coat at this point, and she's aware enough to notice what's happening around her. Her eyes briefly narrow at Elsa, but they quickly dart to Lefou.]

SYNDROME, BLAST HIM! NOW!

[Syndrome presses another button on his wrist, dropping them to the ground. After a second or so, inadvertently giving them time to reorient themselves, Syndrome charges up a projectile from his gauntlet.

He blasts a large ball of energy at Lefou...]

2/2

[athleticallyinclined]

[ It all flashes through his mind in an instant.

"You're no hero, Gaston, you're just a lying, manipulative jerk!"

"He doesn't need anyone to defend him, but he sure as hell deserves it!"

"But how can I be a hero if I've already died saving someone like Lefou?"

"They'd know that you were a guy that was nice enough to die in the place of his best friend."

And suddenly Gaston knows what he has to do. ]

No!

[ The blast rips through the air, but it never reaches Lefou. Because Gaston is there instead, charging across the room, pushing aside anyone and anything in his way, and throwing himself in the path of Syndrome's attack. ]

Not Lefou!

[hallotween]

-- DID THAT DUDE JUST DIE?!

[whistlenotchirp]

WE MIGHT NEED SOME MAGIC RIGHT ABOUT NOW!

[roundzero]

[It's a direct hit, and Gaston gets the full force of a miniature explosion knocking him back against the wall. Hard.

Everybody's free now, and Cruella calls out as Syndrome charges up the weapon again.]

STOP THEM NOW!

[folkscallmewander]

Oh grop.

[Wander has no time to adjust his hat as he rushes over to where Gaston is laying. How bad does he look?]

[hallotween]

[just fucking

football tackles cruella]

[roundzero]

[do you really wanna football tackle the crazy fur lady when the guy with super-wicked gauntlets is right there.

but either way! you have cruella on the ground now, and she attempts to claw at marnie.]

Get off of me, you wretched little...!

[hallotween]

[nope she's just really fucking mad cruella insulted her and wants to punch her in the face

this is her sole motivation right now]

[kindaruledatit]

[The moment Wendy hits the ground, she's rushing to tackle Syndrome.]

[roundzero]

[Syndrome is down! He's held down by Wendy, though Mim's tentacles kind of wraps around his ankles.]

Hey, this baby still has some perfectly good juice in it!

[He says as he points his gauntlet directly at Wendy's face. Might wanna stop that.]

[madmadam]

[A purple octopus comes outta nowhere and grabs Syndrome's ankles with its tentacles!]

[not_over_yet]

...

[ The big folk better be able to look out for themselves for a bit. Basil's going to check that locked door.

Any more sounds from behind it? ]

[roundzero]

[There's some faint magical-sounding noises coming from behind it. Not...anything dangerous, but more like pixie dust.]

[toogoodforhim]

[He had just barely had the chance to get up to his feet when he saw the attack coming at him, not enough time to dodge but enough to make sure that it was coming only at him. Time slows down, or at least it feels like it does, as he closes his eyes and flinches, waiting for the blast to rip through him.

But he hears Gaston yell.

And the pain never comes.

He opens his eyes just in time to see his old captain take the full force of the blast meant for him, and the scream rips out of him before he can stop it.]

NO!

[He'd been glad that Gaston had made it through his whole ritual without killing anyone. That he'd only really been truly tacky about the Prince after he died at someone else's hand. Gaston was improving, in short, incremental steps, he was actually turning around from the homicidal maniac that LeFou had last seen. The maniac who he'd been taunted with a potential vision of, in his ritual.

Gaston, LeFou had thought, could go home, find a new village. Be their provider. Maybe even their hero.

While nearly everyone else goes for the door, LeFou scrambles to Gaston, catching him and lowering him carefully to the floor, heedless of the fact that there might well be another blast coming hot on the heels of that one.]

Gaston! Gaston, you're- you're gonna be okay, it's okay.

[athleticallyinclined]

[ The blast knocks Gaston off his feet and back against the wall with a sickening crunch. He starts to slide limply down the wall, only Lefou's hands as he grabs at him stopping his head from cracking open on the floor.

He looks up, with dazed, glassy eyes, and coughs. There's a trail of blood running down the corner of his mouth, and his arm hangs at an unnatural angle at his side. Still, he does his best to give Lefou his classic, dashing hero's smirk. ]

Le Duo...rides...again?

[ It's a struggle just to get the words out. ]

Hey mods

[defyingfrigidity]

[... Hey wait, LeFou's right. They were totally frozen, but that couldn't stop her from using her magic to help them escape. So this time should be no different, right?

Okay, just gotta focus... that weird beam freezing all of them is coming from... his hands? His gauntlets??? Either way, easy target. Elsa will try to call forth as much of her magic as she can, trying to encase everything up to Syndrome's elbows in solid ice. ]

[roundzero]

[Cruella kind of...anticipates this, taking a quick glance over at Syndrome, kind of trying to knock his hands out of position.]

Do you think I hadn't heard what happened to Slim?

[amadeusrockette]

Should I start yelling again, in that case?

[If we're just doing this all over again.]

[roundzero]

You're already sounding like nails on a chalkboard to me.

[amadeusrockette]

What a coincidence, it's the same for me.

[Sarcasm: the only thing she's learned from her friends.]

[defyingfrigidity]

[Elsa doesn't say anything; she's not good at sarcastic, witty oneliners like the rest of her friends, so she'll just let her actions do the talking.

Said actions being continuing to focus on freezing whatever-it-is keeping them still. She doesn't need to aim her magic after all; she just needs to concentrate on what she wants to affect.]