CYOA - WEEK THREE

[cyclists]

WAKE THE GREAT SPIRIT

Without warning, sometime in the middle of the day of your Tuesday, you'll find yourself beckoned to the gateway. The cave that sits at the edge of the city beckons you, drawing you closer and closer until you find yourself entering it. The darkness envelops you and you know nothing but that you must walk one step in front of the other, one step in front of the other, one step -

Until you blink and there is suddenly stone beneath your feet, ruins in front of your eyes.



Thankfully, you aren't alone. There are five others with you as light filters from above, as though you're on the very floor of the ocean. Schools of fish might swim overhead, implying that you may be underwater but you don't feel the heaviness of the pressure at all.

A small cacophony of noises will arise as six floating orbs rest in the distance, flickering with light. There seems to be chatter there, but it'll take some adventuring closer in order to determine exactly what they might be.

Though the longer you wait, you may feel a rumble beneath your feet, like an earthquake.

And then the curious whirring of... mechanical gears?

... In truth, you might not want to linger here that long.



In this CYOA, characters have been set on a path in order to fight the corruption that lingers within the ruins of the lost continent of Mu. They'll be guided along as they get through the plants that have been corrupted along with a few former inhabitants of the gateway that is within. They'll be separated before congregating to face one final challenge together, and then hopefully be unceremoniously dumped back in the mingle after disappearing. They should ICly be gone for approximately six hours beginning on the afternoon of Tuesday.

Comments

[whitewalls]

I'll try.

[ trying is much easier than she thought it will be, and she lifts up the other side. time to throw this child in a box into the back of the talking car i guess??? ]

[cyclists]

[If only the car could talk.

Instead, once the Iron Maiden is loaded in, both doors close behind Naminé and Shess, keeping them inside as the doors lock - for safety!

Which is good, because they have to start vroom vrooming into the distance as a large mechanical angel appears from where there was once blackness, raining gunfire upon the place where the car once was.

Good thing they moved!]

[wagashis]

Like a wh--

[shirasu glances in her direction briefly, about to ask what a baseball is

except in the moment he turns his head there's a football beaning him? he can probably pull some kind of ninja bullshit to make that hurt less if it's moving that fast but

since dana wanted it he absolutely gets smacked, you're welcome.

let it bounce and also bean emma, y/n]

[nonbelligerent]

[woohoo

presumably the car is vroom vrooming on its own, so.]

What's going on?

[foodbin]

Wait, watch out—

[She sees it even when he doesn't, and though she reaches out as if to stop it - it's too late by the time she says anything.

And it's definitely bouncing down and hitting her in the face on the way to the ground, because why would I not do that,]

Ow, what the fuck?

[whitewalls]

[ don't mock me meta text ]

Is that thing affected by the darkness?

[ she's looking out the window at that thing?? ]

[cyclists]

[Well, they should considering picking it back up.

Considering the fact that there is now a dust cloud in the distance along with what sounds like a stampede of bodies, led forward by a rather humongous man with a stars and stripes cape behind them. But that's most definitely a football team.

And behind them?

That's a gateway.

Just past a football goal post.]

[wildc4rd]

[The blast into the side of the cliffs throws him a bit further up, but it's fine. Well. Kara can handle the weird window with the face of--Gon? Yes, of course it's Gon. Hisoka's favorite toy.

He doesn't owe allegiance to anyone else but himself anyway. Gon is the plaything he wants to protect for entertainment's sake.

With the snakes, he'll try to swing out and get rid of at least one arm to stop any other missiles from being fired. Not the one Kara's standing on, though. IT'S FINE.]

[cyclists]

I think so - it's the fallen angel, Lucifer. This is the Continent of Mu, and - we can't let him follow us to where the Shaman King is resting...!

Michael is running off of someone else's power but, I think it'd be able to move faster if someone were to drive it properly!

[






you know what that means.]

[nonbelligerent]

[shess doesn't know what ANY of that means but since it has been proven naminé cannot drive (can her feet even reach the pedals), shess is by default going to take the wheel.

why is this the only duo that has no one with more than one day's worth of driving experience.]

[wagashis]

[well! that was unpleasant. he scowls as he rubs the spot where he was hit, reaching down to pick up the ball...

and glancing warily at that approaching mass of bodies.]

Is this-- some sort of battle for the baseball?

[better explain football fast! on the plus side he's not just like, standing there-- he's already working to get further to the side, because the last thing you do is meet a larger force head-on.]

[cyclists]

[Kara hesitated - and that'll be enough time for the robot to retaliate, letting an electric shock crackle around its body. He might get zapped if he doesn't move!

But at least the snakes will immobilize the other arm from being able to shoot any more of its missiles - not that it needs them? It seems like that the green gem at the very top of its head is starting to emanate a rather dangerous-looking light, like it's powering up for something.

Inside the control pit of the golem, the people that they're seeing inside look rather lifeless and if they stare at them more intently, they look a bit... see-through. As if they're ghosts, or their souls have been ripped from their bodies?]

[whitewalls]

[ also how did they fit everything in this car ]

Um... so basically you're saying that we have to lose Lucifer?

[cyclists]

[Spatial awareness is for chumps!]

If that's possible... At the very least, the layout of this place is rather easy for that if you move quickly enough.

[how fast are they going, shess.

At least if Naminé feels like lending a helping hand, there's also an arsenal of guns (and the hand grenade) in different compartments of the car.

As cars are wont to have.]

[unfriendliest]

[ well i guess he's getting shocked then! where else is he supposed to go when they're in midair and the clown has the useful spirit. he stumbles after the shock and nearly falls, but he manages to catch himself on the red... thing... and haul himself back up.

once he's back on his feet and the aftershocks are wearing off, kara notices the light from the gem. after shooting a frown at the control room, he braces himself and swings the sword at that gem. whatever it's doing can't be good, so getting mitsutada and sada out of there will have to wait. ]

[foodbin]

[Oh.

Yeah, she figures that might as well happen.]

Close enough!

[She doesn't have time to explain that this isn't baseball, it's fine. She's dropping the board, at least, as snow starts to spread out around them - she's hoping it'll slow this Huge Crowd of football players down a little. As she steps onto it:]

Can you fit on?!

[cyclists]

[Shirasu is going to spend his entire life thinking this is baseball now.

Regardless, there is probably enough room for two people! It won't be a comfortable fit, they're going to have to get close, you know, like they like each other. But it's possible!

Though the snow works to slow them down - sort of!! Dudebros are stupid and will continue to press forward even in the elements, which means even if they slip in the snow, they'll at least slide with it, and start to hurtle toward the two of them at just as quick of a speed.

They might try to tackle them right off the snowboard.]

[nonbelligerent]

[as fast as the car can go?? the benefit of normally being incredibly fast means that he at least has the reflexes to deal with this, even if it's. kind of awkward driving a car for the first time ever.

have fun, namine.]

[whitewalls]

[ i guess she's grabbing a machine gun and rolling down the window to like

lean halfway out of it and shoot at THE FALLEN ANGEL LUCIFER ]

What's a Shaman King?!

[ it's shouted over the sound of the engine and bullets ]

[cyclists]

The victor of the tournament held once every 500 years that will determine the fate of mankind!

[It's okay, the girl in the Iron Maiden will try to raise her voice so she can be heard too.

But that's some fun information.

Anyway Shess, you're doing great driving away from certain peril, sweetie. The terrain is rough and he'll find himself with some opportunity to turn. Does he go left into the less illuminated part of the ruins, to the right up a set of stairs (it should be fine), or straight forward where it looks like there's a giant jump - but the path does continue on the other side if they make it.]

[nonbelligerent]

[why are all of these options bad.

to the left it is! hopefully naminé is doing fine with her machine gun.]

[whitewalls]

Why is that decided by a tournament?!

[ god this is stupid

unfortunately she kind of like. starts sliding out of the window at the turn?? but it's fine, she doesn't fall out and it gives her a good angle at shooting??? so thanks. ]

[cyclists]

[Can someone please help Naminé.]

It takes strength in order to determine the course of the world - and strength of heart is often reflected in one's ability to communicate with spirits.

[Anyway yeah, it's a tournament.

It's not like the Iron Maiden will be able to grow arms to keep her from sliding out, though? So uhh, good luck! Except as they enter the less illuminated area, there may the occasional glimpse of fragmented memories that flicker at the corner of their eyes. Memories that Shess and Naminé don't want to acknowledge.

But at least Lucifer is being slowed down by their combined efforts.]

[wildc4rd]

[Oh. Electricity. And... a laser?? Bad.

While Kara goes for the headpiece, Hisoka takes up the run for the chest window by pulling himself forward when the sizzle is gone. He’s tempted to cut through it, thinking illusions, but... NO. Instead, he aims to use that sweet sashimi knife to cut across one edge along the bottom.

PLEASE OPEN CLOWNS.]

[nonbelligerent]

[tbh shess also thinks that sounds stupid.

he glances back to make sure naminé won't actually fall out (because axel will kill him if that happens). too bad he can't ask if she wants him to slow down, because he can't talk without his tablet.

...

you know what shess is really tired of? memory bullshit! he already had one private breakdown here, thanks. on the bright side, it's not as if he's unused to things trying to psychologically screw with him, so he does his best to ignore the fragments and continue driving.]