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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[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.]

[toogoodforhim]

Wh-what about...

[LeFou looks at the shrouded corpse of his former captain.]

...We should see if anyone else is in this building. Right?

[folkscallmewander]

Gaston, too. He needs proper good-bye.

[And since he's nearest, Wander is going to attempt to drag him over with his noodly arms. It's not impossible and someone's gotta do it.]

[toogoodforhim]

[LeFou scrubs at his eyes with his sleeve, smiling gratefully at Wander.

But, well. Gaston was 6' tall and muscular, so Wander's noodle arms don't stand much of a chance.]

...Let me help.

[...Yeah Gaston is still heavier than Walt Disney, and LeFou was struggling under that weight by the time they reached the mansion, so this is gonna be a fun time. He goes to pick up the heavier half, murmuring a soft apology in French under his breath.]

[downtonabbeast]

...Here, let me. [Hold on, noodle boy and bear cub, the furry is here to help.

Beast and Gaston had never gotten along, with good reason even not counting the events at the castle and what he did to Maurice. Gaston was vain, self-absorbed, had an inflated sense of self-importance...and if they'd met before the curse they likely would have gotten along like a house on fire. He's not sure how he feels about that.

As terrible as Gaston had been at the manor he had grown as a person and, unlike Beast, hadn't given in to temptation. Self-sacrifice is the farthest thing he'd ever expected from the man and yet here they are. He steps up to assist LeFou, supporting more of the weight.]

[toogoodforhim]

[LeFou almost bursts into tears again when the Prince of all people steps forward to help.]

Thank you, Your Highness.

[He says with a choked up smile, through the lump in his throat.]

[folkscallmewander]

[A sigh of relief from Wander. He doesn't leave the two, me king sure that Gaston's hands are off the floor until he safely enters the portal. Then it's off to find the other villains.]

[amadeusrockette]

I'll check. Go with Wander and the others.

[She'd rather not fight. She'd always rather not fight.]

[toogoodforhim]

...

[He reaches out to take her hand and grip it solidly.]

Be safe. I'll see you on the other side.

[amadeusrockette]

[She smiles, bringing her other hand up to wrap around his. She's never entirely sure what will happen in situations like this, but she knows what she's good for and it's never been fighting.]

Au revoir, Le Rêveur. I - I will see you all soon.

[toogoodforhim]

Make sure of it. If this really is the end of...everything, we can't meet it without our little songbird.

[He smiles too, brushes her hair back in that Parent way, then chuckles.]

...I'm glad you finally got that cockroach out of your hair.

[amadeusrockette]

Me too. Now, go. I'll be right behind you all and when this is all over I - I have something for you all.

[She'll need a piano first, though. Or a keyboard, it doesn't really matter which.]

[trashcubes]

[wow rude Lefou, Chauncey is literally right here with us...]

[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.]

[madeofpine]

[Pinocchio's fairly certain he should be going through the portal.

It seems like the More Right choice, doesn't it? All they've been doing since they got here was fighting people, anyways, and-- well, it's clearly the brave choice. Even if he'd messed up back in the manor he at least knows he's supposed to be working on that.

It's the unselfish component that's harder. He's never actually fought before, not really, and after seeing Gaston... that hadn't really hit him, when it happened, but he's not sure what happens to people if they die again when they're already in a box. He doesn't want to admit it, but. That's scary, not knowing. The safer option isn't right, maybe, and he doesn't know what will happen to him even if he doesn't go, but...

If nothing else, he's learned that the right answer isn't immediately as clear as he always thought it would be.

Pinocchio glances over towards Jiminy (after a while, at least, when he does notice him), watching him pace for a couple of seconds though he isn't sure why. The thought of Jiminy, of all people, not knowing what to do isn't one that occurs to him very often, and from his perspective it seems like his choice must be more obvious than Pinocciho's is. To that end, he's less asking out of curiosity and more seeking confirmation.]

You're... going to go help fight, aren't you?

[whistlenotchirp]

[He glances up in surprise. Oh no. Oh he did it again. He was the conscience and he was going to let Pinoc decide what to do for him. A child. His brave young man.

He slows down to a stop, wringing his hands.]

...I guess that depends, Pinoc. We... should help our friends whenever we can. That's why we've been fighting. To help our friends.

...But sometimes, if things get too overwhelming, there's no shame in bailing.

[madeofpine]

[He looks back at the portal for a long while before speaking up again, though he sounds just as uncertain as before.]

I... want to help 'em. It's probably not fair to leave.

[Marnie went in, and she's a kid, too. Being brave means doing something even if you're kinda scared of dying, and being unselfish means... means you have to help your friends before you think of yourself. Even if you're not good at fighting. Even if you don't want anybody who cares about you to have to see you get hurt.

Maybe that's what he's most scared of. But at least he can pretend he isn't.]

Besides, I'm-- I'm not scared. It's... just some fighting.

[whistlenotchirp]

[God he needed to teach him so much. They were in such dire straights and there's so much he's gotten wrong. And with the way things are turning out, he might not have time for everything.]

There's nothing wrong with be scared sometimes. Fighting is scary a lot of the time. No matter how it turns out, someone's gonna get hurt.

...But yeah, you're right. Sometimes you should, to help your friends.

[madmadam]

[The chaos witch doesn't give a good goddamn about fighting, to be honest. When you command power over death and decay, it's hard to care about what happens to anything around you. Even so, she's heading towards the portal.]

If this is the end of all existence, then I want a good seat for the show. And it better be a damn good show at that!

[kindaruledatit]

[Wendy watches the portal open, seeing others looking concerned about it as well before beginning to walk through it.

She sighs softly. Today was... less then excellent. The grand plan they were working on was... all a trick, as it turned out. Not even the best of them believed it until it was too late. Now, their only way out was to run for it, and hope that the other groups were smarter than them.

Wendy frowned, and shook her head of those thoughts. No, no they wouldn't let this stop them. Not even the destruction of the universe would stop them at this point. They were here. They had friends, and that had gotten them this far. And no stupid triangle, or greedy ghost child was going to get in the way of them saving the day.

She's still got Syndrome's wrist gadget, and it's a simple matter of attaching it to her own wrist - the one not currently wearing the infinity gauntlet. Who knows, maybe it will do something awesome, somewhere down the line.]

...Well, might as well see if I can punch a god of the dead.

[Hopefully Karolina is nearby, because Wendy's going through the portal now.]