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balance mod ([personal profile] balancemod) wrote in [community profile] balance_logs2019-10-06 08:14 pm

Field Mission 5: Il Prigioniero, Part 3


They had discovered one could grow as hungry for light as for food.
NAVIGATION



1. THE FATE OF WONDERLAND


A. CRESCENDO; FINALE

The beauty of the sentient mind is that hope is hard to kill. Even living in illusion for so long, the Bureau of Balance as a whole believed to the end that a happy ending was possible in Wonderland. That's a good thing, even if an unrealistic dream. Without that vision, that hope, there's no way to succeed. You all know that, don't you?

You knew it when you went back into the tree to save absolutely anyone that you could. Strangers some of them. Strangers most of them. It didn't matter. There's a happy ending to this story; everyone believed in it as surely as they carried out the innocent, as surely as they carried out each other.

You knew it when you got crafty with needle and thread, trying to reassemble the cruel joke Wonderland made with those who lost their way and fell into debt. Nine bodies are saved — including Henrik's, Henrik whose soul is reattached to his body, Henrik whose shaking arms can finally reach out to hold his son.

You knew it when you spoke to a dying Yggdrasil, Maya taking in the suffering and sickness of its years, listening with an open heart until, suddenly, as the tree's consciousness began to collapse, she was taken Somewhere Else. To speak with a man in a sharp suit with places to be. Things to do. Planar systems to devour. You know how it is. A poisoned arrow to Yggdrasil's open wound brought it down for good, leaving Shuichi to hurriedly plant the new Golden Leaf for a new World Tree; leaving Sayori and Angus McDonald to pick up the pieces of their dazed comrades.

You knew it when you tricked the Mirror Maze into glitching apart, giving it quite simply too much to keep track of. The fact that you found a helper along the way certainly didn't hurt, but let's face it: this was genius. The reward is Niel, crystallized, encasing the Compact. Suffering, as he has been for a very long time.

You knew it when three warlocks and a very angry wizard embarked on an ultimately suicidal mission, which just goes to show that the best-laid plans of mice and men sometimes lead to a 50% vore rate. A desperate attempt to keep Adrian distracted for long enough that the Compact could be retrieved was only able to delay him in the end. Just because success is possible doesn't make it guaranteed. Sometimes a fight with the villain ends in stalemate.

Sometimes a fight with the villain isn't a fight at all. Sometimes it's an outstretched hand (or two, or four), and sacrifices from each member of the party, and pain, and . . . self-awareness. Sometimes the villain just wants to let go. Sometimes there are happy endings, but this time Niel — fused into the Tree itself, his life tied up in the dying Yggdrasil, extended by the Compact — just wants it to stop. He doesn't want to hurt anyone anymore.

His friends are holding his hands as they take the Compact and make it stop.

This isn't a happy ending. But that isn't your fault. Hope for a happy ending has, quite literally, saved the world.

The nightmare is over. Wonderland slips away.



2. ON THE EDGE OF THE HORIZON




B. THE PEOPLE

And as suddenly as the myriad indulgences of Wonderland went to ... well, complete shit, there's something of a metaphorical blink of light. Those who were meant to be dead are - both your fellow Reclaimers and the Rolands who could not be fixed in time - but there is still many that are saved. Injuries knot back together at the slightest curative magic. Smog and negativity vanish like they never were, taking the last shambling monsters away with it. The souls of Shadowdale that you have returned to their respective bodies have a new life to forge. Things can be fixed.

If only it were that easy.

Shadowdale, for all intents and purposes, is uninhabitable. For the first time since the Bureau's mission began, an entire city population has lost its home, and must move on. No matter how much blame you may place on yourself for the way things turned out, whether it's guilt or hope that drives you forward, time, and the cycle of life itself, spins onward. And the people who live march on.

To New New Aspen.

Matthew has promised to bring the survivors of Shadowdale to his home, to give them a new chance. You have a couple of options here, if you would like to help them. You may serve as guard, helping escort the people of Shadowdale to New New Aspen. Super convenient for you, since it's right by the Moon Base! You may help them build and settle.

The people of New New Aspen, only months away from Candlenights, are hard at work carving their annual ornaments. You may help the new residents acclimate - whether it's helping them work the fields, start a business, or take part in their new home's most coveted tradition. And you'll have a new ornament to bring home with you, too.

C. THE FOREST

The deadened woods you traveled through to reach Shadowdale at the beginning of this mission seem somehow even more silent, cloaked in demise, than when you first stepped in it. The madness is gone, replaced with double the silence, a stillness like nothing you've ever experienced before. It's almost as if your senses, save for however you perceive the light of the sun, are gone.

At least, until someone speaks to you. A wood elf - he doesn't give you his name, but he does identify himself as someone who was trapped. Someone who, through your efforts to restore the Rolands, you gave life to again.

And he does have a request for you.

"This place has little hope for revival," he says, sniffing slightly, taking in the silence around you both. "At least, it has little hope in your lifetime.

But I do have something to ask of you. Give this place life, the way you did for the people here. Even if you, or even I, for that matter, will never likely live long enough to see it."

That's sort of an existential way of asking you to do some hardcore landscaping. But you will be provided with seeds of all sorts, and you will have the opportunity to plant them as you see fit. If you would like to build a shrine, or remember those who lost their lives here in some other way, you are free to do that as well.

There's something else curious, though: literally anything you plant, regardless of what it is, will eventually produce a viable bud sprouting from the gray, dry soil.

What does that even mean? If you plant a book of poems, are you going to get a poetree?

Are you even going to live long enough to see it in full bloom?

D. THE EXHAUSTION

You might not be on Lucretia levels of exhausted (she is, remember, zonked, and will remain so all the way back to the Moon Base and beyond for a while), but this has not been an easy mission for anyone who dared to test this Grand Relic's powers.

Whether you return from New New Aspen, or whether you finally catch a ride back to the Moon Base from the forest, you are now free to return home. This is your welcome home wildcard, a chance for you to try to recuperate, address anything at all before the next Lunar Interlude begins.

You will find that the Moon Base has an awfully somber feel to it, from the inner members of the Bureau to the people serving the Reclaimers in the town. Word is starting to trickle in on what you all went through.






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janthony: (i can't get over the way)

Moonbase

[personal profile] janthony 2019-10-13 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[Crowley was too busy dying and getting his soul vored to realize that Ferran died literally seconds after him.

Still, he knows he fucked up. He failed a bunch of kids, and it feels bad.

He finds Ferran, especially, as the only Reclaimer he knew before the mission. Especially after Aziraphale told him Ferran asked how he was doing so nobody has to retcon from Aziraphale's network post.]


Good to see you, kid.
rockymountaindie: (life is old there‚ older than the trees)

[personal profile] rockymountaindie 2019-10-13 07:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Oh.

Oh.

"Like...us? With the bracers reviving us?"
protegge: <user name="rightgunman"> (🔫 are burning in the sun)

i.

[personal profile] protegge 2019-10-13 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[After Wonderland dies—]

[After healing comes back. After Lion punches life back into him, rips him back into the world of the living, gives him a sharp and brutal talking-to. After he's gotten a moment to breathe, even if only a brief one. After he's checked in with Maya and Sayori, reached out across the connection—]

[It's Shinjiro he looks for. Because . . . he doesn't know. Instinct, observation, common sense. Shinjiro has been different. Shinjiro has died. Shinjiro has lost. Shinjiro has, arguably, gained a sense of self-worth. And with Wonderland gone, Shinjiro may well have lost that, too.]

[When Mista finds him, it's the work of instants to see the complexity of everything he's feeling. His face reflects the whole of his life experiences catching up to him all at once, leaving him reeling with the implications of it all. And Mista's not much for words, but.]

[Weirdly, he's kind of been there. In a way. Once or twice. Reevaluating everything you've ever been or done is a bitch.]

[He puts both hands on Shinjiro's shoulders and regards him seriously for a moment. Then he pulls him in for a bracing, crushing hug. Words can happen later; they don't matter right now.]
noblegarnet: (f: everything is perfectly fine)

[personal profile] noblegarnet 2019-10-13 08:14 pm (UTC)(link)
[Avoiding retcons is always a plus! Ferran is... sort of managing to get through one of the books Blake brought him when Crowley walks in, and his attention is immediately torn away. It'll take him a while to get back into the reading mindset afterwards, but oh well.

He manages a bit of a smile even though he's tired in more than a physical way, if just because of how genuinely glad he is to see that Crowley's okay. Hearing about it is one thing, but seeing it himself is another.]


Hey... Good to see you too, especially on your feet.

[Ferran is not quite as energetic, it seems.]
rockymountaindie: (i've seen it rainin' fire in the sky)

[personal profile] rockymountaindie 2019-10-13 08:15 pm (UTC)(link)
This conversation was going so well, before. Reassuring, honestly. The Raven Queen and the Death he's familiar with aren't the same thing, and perhaps for the first time he's coming to terms with that. That perhaps, their contract wasn't a way for her to collect him at the end of all this; perhaps, he's got a chance to live on after all.

But this puts all of that on hold.

"You're asking me to..." Not yet. Eventually. Could something like Wonderland happen if she's left alive? Could killing her jeopardize their worlds? He's so many questions, but for once, Alex can't bring himself to ask a single one. "When that time's coming close... Can you tell me then?"
eudaimonikos: (as you can)

face at the window

[personal profile] eudaimonikos 2019-10-13 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
I do like making things.

[Michael's bought himself a good coat and scarf, and he seems to be handling the cold well enough. His breed of demon is warm-blooded. He's been working on carving ornaments off and on during his time in New New Aspen as well - it was an art form he'd briefly touched upon on the moon, what seems like forever ago, but still far less familiar to him than drawing or painting.]

Always have. I don't know if this is going to be any good, though...
rockymountaindie: (but the colorado rocky mountain high)

B, un: jdenvH8r82

[personal profile] rockymountaindie 2019-10-13 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)
You weren't the only one
Are you okay? It was Wonderland, wasn't it?
janthony: (i can't get over the way)

[personal profile] janthony 2019-10-13 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[Crowley has the sunglasses on that Ferran gave Aziraphale, and he gestures to the adjacent seat with a quirked eyebrow, giving the kid a chance to shoo him away before he coils himself into the seat.

Like Ferran, his familiar is also nowhere to be found. Unlike Ferran, it's because Mercury is taking a nap in Crowley's room.]


Yeah... Sorry about that, by the way. Guess I was more cocky than confident about these powers. Still a bit used to a set with less rules.
eudaimonikos: (syllogism)

ii

[personal profile] eudaimonikos 2019-10-13 08:27 pm (UTC)(link)
Jeez!

[Michael, working on his own ornament, startles at the sudden outburst. At the very least, he's experienced enough to angle the knife away from his fingers when he jumps. Unfortunately, his first response to being startled isn't really an empathetic one:]

Can you chill out a little? And since when do you have telekinesis, anyway?
eudaimonikos: (and in the end if I don't)

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[personal profile] eudaimonikos 2019-10-13 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm really not someone you should ask about that.

[What could possibly be wrong with him? Yeah, he was sick, but that's better now. If anything, Michael spent half his time in Wonderland fucking other people up.]

Sorry - I thought you were sleeping.
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[personal profile] bu773rfly 2019-10-13 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[You jackass, she's blushing.

She remembers to dial down the faux-aggro, though, and there is a little sheepishness involved in her scrunched expression unwinding.]


Sure. [She's not satisfied with this answer but he's not wrong. Erika pries herself off the table and frowns at her hands for a few seconds.] Orchard's still on. You should come with me. [...]

[She stands up.]
I'm hungry after all. Be right back. [Brb, Bender.]
noblegarnet: (f: gloomy)

[personal profile] noblegarnet 2019-10-13 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[Ferran simply nods to invite Crowley to sit. He could probably use the company.]

It's not your fault. Even though I've known the kinds of things the relics can do... it hasn't been as bad as this before.

[With any luck, that'll be the worst of it. He won't say that out loud for fear of jinxing it, though.]

We all just did what we could. And... we still got it, in the end.
rockymountaindie: (but i'll never know by living)

[personal profile] rockymountaindie 2019-10-13 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Fuck.

[ There's little more to say than that, at least in response. What can he do? Not a single thing. No wonder Lion's so stressed. ]

Fuck. [ His hands go to his head, and he's surprised when they don't instantly start hurting. If it could heal him so much, why not Will? A severed limb, that's different he supposes, but- ] Fucking Wonderland, it- he didn't even roll that fucking die, and it did this-

[ Alex's building fury isn't a help to anyone, especially not Lion, so he puts a clamp on it, muttering a few more colorful curses. ]

We... All we can do is trust that guy, if- if he can bring people back from the dead... [ Mmnng. ] Fuck. If... Lion, if I can help...
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[personal profile] eastofeden 2019-10-13 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ There was a time when Aziraphale would have rejected this assertion wholesale. When he would have been unable to conceive of the fact that it might be true. Crowley had been rejected, cast out, cut off from the ineffable fount of goodness and love - how could he not be suffering, every moment of every day?

But he knows better than that now. He knows Crowley, has seen the joy he takes in the world. The joy he takes in -

He drops his head, reaches out with his free hand to take Crowley's, and stands there, hands linked in a circle, just the two of them. ]


You've suffered on my account.

And I'm sorry.
bu773rfly: (7)

[personal profile] bu773rfly 2019-10-13 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[It doesn't feel a thing like waking up. It feels like...something else. Resting doesn't fit with the other puzzle pieces. The illusion - her reinforcement of it - the fight - the blank part of the timeline between then and now, and her worries about what happened in that interval.

Safe now. Resting. Her memories are all right here, in this body that was damaged. Known potential consequence. Her thoughts are so fucking scattered. One branch of them is frantically tracing back Maya's actions through Wonderland; another is trying to figure out what the hell she's doing in Tokyo. Erika lifts her hand clumsily but sluggishly, and stares at it, and the IV line attached to it. Resting???]


Resting. [She lets her head fall back and stares at the ceiling.] No. I wa- I don't remember. [Her head turns to Maya again.] Whhh...ere did I come from?
rockymountaindie: (only my dying will tell)

[personal profile] rockymountaindie 2019-10-13 09:31 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Well, he can't quite get the goodberry in his mouth right now, but Beaky can. After a few moments of fumbling-- ]

That feels...better. [ A little. ] Does that mean...it's over?

[ He doesn't know. Wonderland's fading, but he doesn't know for sure. All he's been focused on is getting the fallen members of his team back. ]
janthony: (what're you doing tonight hey boy)

thank u for making the lyric I chose seem terrifying

[personal profile] janthony 2019-10-13 09:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Maybe making it 'good' 's not supposed to be the point.

[Crowley's dabbled in pretty much every hobby over the course of 6000 years among humans. But the only one he's stuck with for any real period of time was gardening.

He takes the point of the blade and lightly traces the lines he wants to cut on the wood.]


What I've always heard about homemade Christmas decorations, anyway.
coolranchbaby: Tonight, we are young (We can burn brighter than the sun)

[personal profile] coolranchbaby 2019-10-13 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[About a yard or so behind him Eleanor stands wearing the heaviest and bulkiest sweater she could find, a small clockwork owl perched on her shoulder and a triumphant grin.

She looks good, considering the last time he saw her she was a mangled train corpse.]


Sup, Crostini?
protegge: <user name="peaked"> | dnt (🔫 trust nobody)

[personal profile] protegge 2019-10-13 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)
[He wasn't particularly tense before, but a soft thrum of relaxation flows through him at her touch. Without thinking much, he readjusts to accomodate her, one arm coming up over her shoulders and pulling her close as he moves his pad and paper to his opposite knee.]

No way, I'm totally serious. I'm trying to write a poem. I got inspired.

[Indeed, on the sheet he's currently working on, there is . . . well, it's something. It reads:

They are not as good as guns
But bow and arrows


After some thought, he adds, get the job done. Which is pretty much a statement and in no way a poem, but he's tapping his pen on the page, so it seems he's not done.]


This is pretty hard. [Imagine how difficult it would be were he competent!]
rockymountaindie: (yesterday)

[personal profile] rockymountaindie 2019-10-13 09:58 pm (UTC)(link)
Concern?? From an immortal being involved with death??? This is confusing and he doesn't know how to process it so he'll process it later. He'll process a lot of this later, honestly.

Something being out of her control is simultaneously worrying and fascinating; maybe, she could give him some insight on his own world...

Later. That's for later, since apparently he's going to talk to her, later. For now--

"I always keep my eyes open. I- ...Thank you. For answering and the...this and- ...Niel."
diffidentive: to rest. Put me in a coffin, let my soul ascend. (neutral ✯ I need to get laid...)

1 i'm sorry, i had to

[personal profile] diffidentive 2019-10-13 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)
[Suddenly there is a second little red dot shining on the ground near the cat. It's coming from somewhere in the crowd, though with how many people are gathered there, it's hard to tell exactly who is responsible.]

[Whoever it is wiggles the dot a little in front of the cat, curious to see what its reaction will be. Will it ignore this second laser pointer entirely in favor of the one belonging to its master? Or will it ignore the original in favor of the newcomer?]

[Or will it do something else entirely? Shuichi just doesn't know. Mysteries.]
doubledsofjustice: (icon_010)

1ish-2ish

[personal profile] doubledsofjustice 2019-10-13 10:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Not quite either. But for once, I don't have questions, either.

[And she doesn't! Mia strides in with nothing but a little box she's already halfway through opening, pulling something out of it and placing the packaging on the little table beside Will's bed.]

It's your new assistant. ...In a minute.

[She's just popping in these batteries rn don't mind her. Once they're in, she sets the clock on its side and flips it. Its digital face shows a little emoticon face yawning before it reads the time and date aloud.]

There. Give her a name, and she'll keep time for you.

[Don't mind her just. Balling up that packaging like why did it even need that much packaging, why is Fantasy Costco like this]