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!)

Comments

[kindaruledatit]

[....???]

Uhh, what are you doing down here, Mickey?

[steamboating]

...I've - I've been down here?

1/2

[kindaruledatit]

...What? No. What? But, you're like, supposed to be with the other group, leading them to go fight whoever's behind...

2/2

[kindaruledatit]

...all this. And find the other hidden mickey.

[oh.



OH.]

[folkscallmewander]

Uh.....

We should prooobably seal this and get the heck outta here.

[steamboating]

...Th-there's no way to unseal it. Once it's done.

Our only hope is to...to hope that the other two don't become activated.

[whistlenotchirp]

What kinda cockamamie doomsday weapon doesn't have an off switch?!

[steamboating]

...One that's not supposed to be deactivated, I think.

[kindaruledatit]

Awww c'mon!

[Just. angrily stomping around now.]

[folkscallmewander]

[Wander grips the side of his hat. He really messed up here. Messed up so bad. Where did it begin, when he sang to the souls of the damned? When he used the key? When he stepped into the room with the fake Hidden Mickey? What if he never did anything, would Walt have stopped them earlier.

He doesn't realize that his breathing is speeding up to a dangerous rate.

Wander begins to pace around the room. They have to run. They have to go. They have to they have to they have to]

[kindaruledatit]

...Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

[Just. Wendy's pacing as well, but that tends to lead her to focusing on other things as a way of getting out of it.

She halts Wander with a hand against his chest.]

Dude. Breath. C-come on, little guy.

[folkscallmewander]

[His legs continue moving even when she's stopped him, he can't keep still when he's worked up - which generally is most of the time. He doesn't register the fact that he needs to calm down until her hand presses hard enough to disrupt his breathing.]

Hh--!

[He steps back and gasps for air. Not what he needed, but he takes her hand to steady himself.]

[arpeggiositar]

...okay, we're screwed.

[Their only hopes is that the other two groups are very incompetent? Well that's not going to go well, will it?]

[amadeusrockette]

That, ah. Might be a bit of a problem?

[steamboating]

...Maybe I can open a portal or something. I know that if they're trying anything, I need to be there.

[folkscallmewander]

Think we can fit everyone in this box through it?

[steamboating]

...I don't know, I'm not as powerful as Walt. Nowhere near as powerful as Hades.

Either way, I'm going to go first. If anyone has to lose their life to Hades, it's going to be me.

[folkscallmewander]

I'm gonna get as many folks as possible.

[The thought of someone waking up and realizing they'd still trapped for eternity scares him to the core. Just the idea of someone going through that is fuel for driving in panic mode.]

Don't you plan on dyin'. You didn't do anythin' wrong, 'specially to die right after comin' back. [Places a hand on Mickey's shoulder.] Just keep close and we'll take care of you, alright?

[steamboating]

Right, right, I - I guess I can -

[The ground beneath their feet quakes, for a few moments. Then it stops.

It's time to make peace.]

...Tell everyone who isn't willing to fight to make peace with each other. I'm going to get a move on. This is going to lead to The Other Side, I think.

[Mickey moves his gloved hand about in a circle, and a portal opens.

With a reluctant look back, he walks in.]

[folkscallmewander]

Sylvia? Maui?

[The two strongest people he knows here.]

Help me carry Yzma and the other folks through this.

[He can chase the witch on his own.]

[hallotween]

[she watches the portal for a little while, head resting on her knees, a morose expression on her face. perfectly, utterly still.

then, she stands, hefting her bag onto her shoulder and picking up her swords. she pauses for a moment, as if reconsidering it... and then she shrugs, following Walt's real dumb mouse son into a portal that probably has something worse than a cute fire-breathing dog on the other end.

if she's leaving this existence forever, she's going out the way she came in: screaming and covered in somebody else's blood.]

[arpeggiositar]

...

[Demyx stares at the portal. He's feeling confused. The betrayal wasn't really that much of a shock to him, but the thought of everything being destroyed, well, it's enough to give him pause.

It has been around seven and half months since he was brought for that game. Seven months without Xemnas or any of the higher-up's influence. Unknown to him, Nobodies do grow hearts. That must be why ever since he stopped hearing anything he felt was just him unconsciously mimicking emotions, he just...let it happen. The problem is that you don't learn how to handle emotions again in seven months without trying, and Demyx wasn't trying at all.

And now here he was, staring at a portal and having two options: either he stayed out of the fight -- something he'd like to do, really -- or he fought. The odds weren't in their favor and if those who tried to fix this whole mess lose, everything would be destroyed, including himself. Hm. Maybe...maybe fighting to at least help tilt the balance on their favor would be good?

He really didn't like being confused]

...I better not regret this.

[Uncertain, he steps into the portal. He wasn't sure how much he could do without his sitar -- true, he could do a certain amount of magic, but his sitar let him be much more powerful. Still, at least he was going to try.

If the end of the world happened then there wouldn't be anything left for him in the future, anyway. The Organization XIII surely was kaput by now. He had nowhere to go, and nothing in particular to do.

May as well at least make sure the possibility of going somewhere will actually exist]

[whistlenotchirp]

[Jiminy doesn't know what to do. This was supposed to be his quest, his big chance to redeem himself and fix every mistake he made. He was supposed to finally prove that he's good now. That he can make up for everything, that he can be better.

And what has he done? Helped break into a gladiator tournament, taught Pinoc horrible lessons about fighting people, and helped bring about the end times.

What a great hero you proved to be.

He paces about in a minor panic. He doesn't know what to do, he doesn't know what to do, he doesn't know what to...

Well, he'll do what he always does. He'll try his best to help out where he can and try to avoid fucking up again. If Pinoc's going, he'll go. If not... well. He'll figure that out.]

[amadeusrockette]

Please try. A group went to Mainstreet to unlock the other symbols.

[kindaruledatit]

Does anyone know how?

[LOOKS AT WALT]