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[Fourth Wall Finale] Night: Fall

[Fourth Wall Finale] Night: Fall
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As the sun goes down on the day of February 28th, the darkness begins to swarm in earnest around the place where the final Herald will emerge - the shores of a dark and polluted sea in the Outlands. Clouds of choking, magical ash roll over the sky to replace the clouds, casting the battlefield into an eerie crimson twilight. Dark smoke boils over the landscape, and the jeering, howling cries of those who would bring on Nightfall can be heard as they amass for their final battle.
Yet, still, the cacophony of the opposition is nothing compared to their silence as a vast shape rises from the water and flares its wings, blotting out the sunlight with its mere presence.
The last Herald of Night, the great primordial dragon Suneater, has arrived. Its only aim is to devour the sun - and crush anything that tries to get in its way.
A comparatively small shape, bubbled in a shining rainbow barrier and casting rays of light down on allied fighters, floats expectantly on the field. The former Herald Iriceli calls out to those who would do battle with Suneater directly:
“Come on! I’ll protect you!”
The battle with Suneater will be conducted in a single long thread, which will have its own toplevel. Abilities directly relevant to those engaging the boss in close combat will be put there.
A. Daybreak’s Moving Castle
While the Academy has many tricks up its sleeves to be deployed in time of need, this one may be the most powerful - and most secret - of all. After everyone is assembled or evacuated as necessary, the staff and students who specialize in artificer work come together in the courtyard, in front of the clear, cold waters of the massive pond known as the Cross of Life.
Headmistress Duchene looks over to the lead among the artificers. She meets her eyes, nods silently, and holds out her hands. The artificer quickly, carefully nicks both of the Headmisstress’ palms with a ritual knife, and steps back as Mila Duchene turns around and steps onto the ice. The frozen pond melts where her blood touches it, and she steps smoothly from ice into cold water, walking forward until she reaches the fountain in the center and grasps it with both hands.
And then the night lights up.
Someone watching from above might see the lines of light moving from water to stone, the very architecture of the Academy itself beginning to rise up and rearrange, and realize: the entire campus is a ritual circle.
Some schools were built for experimentation, for pushing the limits of the accepted. Some schools were built for preservation, passing on hallowed traditions. But Daybreak Academy was built for this night, and ever since the first stones were laid on the campus grounds, it has been storing sunlight, storing power, keeping it for this:
The main buildings of Daybreak itself have been temporarily transmuted from their normal forms into a giant, winged robot.
It radiates stored sunlight in a wide area around itself as it moves through the chaotic battlefield, providing something of a reprieve from the smoke that Suneater constantly spews.
From here, combatants and non-combatants alike can deploy and regroup as needed. The main medical facility and the Academy’s extensive defense systems and armory are all fully operational.
Tasks involving the base of operations include, but are not limited to:
- Aiding medical staff (retrieving incapacitated combatants, fetching supplies, healing or conventional first aid)
- Manning defensive weaponry such as gargoyle cannons and long-range turrets to shoot down attackers aiming to destroy or disable parts of the Academy
- Monitoring and communicating with others on the battlefield itself
- Defending the Academy from enemy intrusions
B. Battlefield
As expected, the fight itself is chaos. Suneater itself may have little to do with its far smaller followers, but everything from Outlands human cults to daemons and fae have shown up on the side of Nightfall, and they give - and expect - no mercy or quarter. While some are merely taking advantage of the assembly to try and snatch those on Daybreak’s side who they’ve taken an interest in for one reason or another, others are far more vicious and terrifying.
We encourage players to create their own specialised foes as needed, but as a rule of thumb, the caliber of these enemies can range from anywhere to mobs of low-level minions to solitary figures with exceptional combat ability. Not all enemies are focused on combat; many are focused on sabotage, distraction, and creating other troublesome effects like traps and illusions.
To make things worse, Suneater’s other gift is rolling out in force. Wherever the miasma it breathes and exudes from its very pores touches, combatants - friend and foe alike - are struck with hallucinatory visions, a sense of profound exhaustion and a bone-chilling cold. Regenerative abilities, shields, healing magic, and natural or supernatural protective gear can aid in combating these effects, but as long as the smoke exists, there will be difficulty in the fight ahead.
Those afflicted by the hallucinatory properties of Suneater’s miasma may see both enemies and friends as figures from their pasts, their present, their nightmares, or even manifestations of their fears, or any other number of things. We leave it up to player discretion as to the strength and nature of these visions, should you choose to use them in your threads.
Tasks involving the battlefield include, but are not limited to:
- Fighting (anything from simple clashes to sneak attacks behind enemy ranks)
- Rescuing or aiding injured or ailing combatants; supplying them with masks, first aid or protective gear as required
- Maintaining and protecting set miasma-free zones with magical lamps and other items
C. Wildcard
Battle is fierce, and enemies are, now more than ever before, inclined to show no quarter. And even in the relative safety of the Academy, the sounds of heated combat can be heard clearly.
This prompt is for anything still finale-related that doesn’t fit into the above categories. Please feel free to use this log to play out your own confrontations!
Gunvolt
The atmosphere leading to the final battle was tense. Gunvolt had done his best to get as much rest and training in before then... and he made sure to spend the day before with Desidera, Monarch, and their friends. If they were to fail here... at least their last day before it was fun. And good. Of course... he had no intention of letting this go down in failure.
Today he came loaded for bear. He wore his heaviest, most protective armor, alight in runes of protection and resistance. His Dart Leader was loaded, with plenty of spare magazines around him. A larger railgun sat next to him for heavier targets. And on his back was a new apparatus... it looked like a protective device for the Monarch AI core... and it was heavily shielded.
For now, Gunvolt sat beside you, loading railgun slugs into magazines, not just for himself, but for everyone who might need them. It was almost meditative, but he was still able to hold a conversation.
"You sure you don't need another weapon? We made plenty of those railguns. They're easy enough to use, so long as you know how to shoot."
[B - Butterflies]
Shortly thereafter, Gunvolt moved to the staging areas to ready for the last few moments of deployment, there with you and so many others. Beside him this time is the Monarch AI, its hologram sitting beside him.
"I guess now's a good time to show off the surprise I cooked up for today. One of them, anyway. Maybe today's not a great day for a comeback... not everyone will think it's the time for my kind of music, but... if it lifts their spirits, even a little, that'll be me doing my part.
So... uh, before I do my thing on a grander stage, I want to show you all something. If that's okay. My new look when I make my comeback. A change of my own to express my individuality and the change in who I am... and who and what I sing for. I'll be taking a new stage name too... when I'm performing, anyway."
"Monarch... well, it'd be an honor." He quickly turned to you, giving you a nod. "...Right?"
The hologram smiled warmly and happily, before her colors grew more washed out, before glowing a strong white. All that was visible was her silhouette in the bright display, until she stepped forth again, out of the white light and back into proper focus. Gone were the orange wings and colors, and the notes of the monarch butterfly's patterning, replaced with vibrant and iridescent blues. Her smile though, was as bright as ever, clearly excited to finally show this off.
"The artist formerly known as Monarch, now known as Morpho. ...So what do you think? Do I rock this new look, or what?"
[C - Calling]
Although Radiance provides some defense against miasma and the dark forces at play from the Outlands, along with plenty of wards and enchantments, the stuff the Suneater put out was unlike anything experienced before. Strong, potent, and potentially a lethal distraction when the hallucinations kicked in.
Gunvolt fought on and on against foes on the ground. Waves of endless daemons, but he showed no signs of slowing down. After felling a horrid winged Gargoyle with a lightning strike, Gunvolt whipped around at a sound behind him, taking aim with his pistol.
Do you still believe in that future, Gunvolt? Seeing things as they are now? The world burning around you, the Outlanders cheering our demise? On ebon wings... the end has come. Without a world full of fully organized Candles... there can only be one way this ends.
"No... it can't be." Gunvolt aimed his weapon at the figure he saw. "You're dead, Asimov. Stay in the grave. Where you belong."
You'll never be rid of me, GV. You know it as well as I do.
Gunvolt's finger tightened around the trigger, unleashing not a dart, but instead a devastating blast of concentrated lightning that flew into Asimov's chest...
Though in reality... he really fired at nothing, the blast finding only air, the boy yelling at nothing. This might be Concerning to those around him.
[D - Darkest Hour]
With the Suneater now present and overhead, it was time to get up there. Of course, getting up there when you can't fly is hard. Gunvolt looked between his companions here, before looking back up to the Suneater.
"GV, I think we can get up there with my song... but it might take too long for you to fly up there..."
"I know. But we're too far out from the gathering point to call a Rune Wing. They're all busy. So what do we do...?"
And as if hearing the conundrum on the radio, a familiar voice hit their radios.
Hey! GV! Do you copy? It's Zeno! Sounds like you need a hand, and I have just the guy nearby to help you. An old buddy of mine. I sent him your location, and I think the two of you and Monar--, I mean, Morpho, might be able to get everyone in your crew up to the Suneater! You'll know him when you see him."
"Zeno...? ...Thanks. Copy that."
"No sweat, GV. Stay alive out there! Moniqa and I really want to see you once we get through all of this."
With that, the line cut out, and the roar of an engine nearby rumbled closer and closer. A large vehicle, a tank, really, crested a hill and drove up close to the crew. Even at a glance it looked incredibly advanced, and incredibly magical thanks to extensive runic inscriptions throughout. A loudspeaker on the outside clicked to life as the voice of the pilot sounded over the cacophony of battle.
"Name's Jason! Zeno told me you guys needed a lift up to the Suneater? Sophia here's more than up for the task, as long as we've got enough juice for the hoverjets. My copilot Eve's on balancing the energy levels... so hop on and hang on, we don't have time to waste!"
[E - Wildcard]
You know what to do.
C
He wields his magic with renewed strength, but he stops when he hears Gunvolt yelling - clearly in trouble.
"Gunvolt!" He runs towards his friend as fast as he can, heedless of any danger. It's entirely possible he's going to be somewhat of a casualty, given the hallucinations going on.
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Voices echo in his ears.
Do you really think it'll end today, even if you win? Your fight will never end. A man like you will never know peace.
Another shot, a vicious bolt of lightning cutting through the air.
You will walk the path of endless battle and tragedy. It's all you really know, isn't it? And you feel alive through it.
Another clap of thunder as his answer, the boy's teeth gritting in hatred and anger.
Don't fool yourself. Humankind will turn on you. And when they do... will your convictions hold?
Crack, crack!
Nana was wrong about you. No matter how much you lie to yourself that you're not just a weapon meant for war... you'll never be more than that.
Gunvolt's finger almost pulled the trigger again, his eyes widening at the comment. He blinked twice, as he hears his name... distantly, or so he thinks. He only comes back to his senses with the sights of his weapon planted on Vivi.
Abject horror on his face for what he was so close to doing, he drops the Dart Leader and sinks to his knees, wordless.
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A barrier made of Radiant light springs forth around them, repelling enemies for the moment.
"...Are you okay?"
It's the only thing Vivi can think to ask, in the face of everything. It might be a battle for the fate of the world, but this is way more important right now.
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He loses his tongue on the first syllable, only able to wrap his arms around his friend in return. Gunvolt squeezed Vivi a little tighter than he normally would, desperately trying to center himself. The calming, radiant bubble around them reduced the amount of miasma coming in, allowed his senses to stabilize though. Enough that he was able clear his head after a moment.
"...Yeah. Hallucination. That's all it was. Some baggage about Asimov getting drudged back up."
He's putting on a brave face, but few probably know the struggles he had with Asimov's betrayal better than Vivi. Along with Desi, Ky, Monarch, and Lia, Vivi heard more about how he tried to deal with that. Even with therapy, healthy coping, and time... it seems that like the scar from the orichalcum bullet Asimov put through his chest, some of those wounds never fully faded from his subconscious.
But while those wounds never absolutely faded... they still had healed, mostly. And it was enough to remind him how wrong Asimov was, his friend here... a non-human who cared about him so deeply.
"...I think I need to get back to a safe zone for a little while. There's a lot more to do and I can't be holding people back when the chips are down."
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He still had his plate mail, the only visible concession to modernity is the riot helmet under his arm and the radio on his belt. Because old-fashioned as he is, he likes actually being able to see. "How are you feeling?"
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"Don't get the wrong idea, but... that weapon's a lot more fitting for you. You're really more of a knight in shining armor type at your core anyway."
It's delivered with a respectful sincerity, even despite the fact it would be easy to take it as a tease or a dig. But that wasn't like Gunvolt toward someone he actually respected as much as Ky. He paused loading the cartridges for a moment, looking forward and into the distance.
"...Not gonna lie. There's a lot of pressure right now. I mean, fighting Heralds isn't new by this point... but... this is the last one. The big one. I mean, we always knew what the price of failure would be, but... I... can't even really imagine what victory will be like."
Gunvolt settled back in his seat, and finished loading the magazine before setting it aside.
"What the world will look like... and our places in it. There'll always be work to do, but... I'm having a lot of trouble imagining what comes next."
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"And there will be a tomorrow, we came this far, and we have prepared ourselves. As for the world after... well, We'll be the ones that help shape that world."
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Well, it helped he thought Ky was cool anyway, but a knight fighting a dragon was a classic, and the twist of it being a knight flinging lightning all the while just made it all the more fun.
The boy rested his left ankle on his right knee as he leaned back and looked up to the ceiling, contemplating what his teacher said.
"...Honestly, that sounds scarier than fighting a giant dragon that eats suns. Mostly because it means doing more than running out there with a gun, a sword and a sense of purpose. It means actually trying to build a more just, more peaceful, and more stable world. ...That's probably going to be the hard part, if all the history classes I took here are any indicator."
...But that's probably why they got taught all of that, isn't it? To know not to make the same errors that had been made in the past, and to give them a blueprint going forward...
B
Absolutely.
[And then Monarch... well, transforms would be the best word for it, Lia thinks. Orange and black replaced with breathtaking blue. It's amazing.]
I think I'm a little biased in terms of colors, but absolutely. Morpho... I like it.
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Ahhh, thank you, Lia! I was hoping you'd like it... even if I had a feeling the colors would be a hit. The whole look is just much more vibrant... and it fits with the school colors too, among everything else!
[She floated closer to Gunvolt, who still hadn't said so much as a word. Though his eyes never much left the hologram either. She put her hands on her hips and pouting before 'booping' him on the nose.]
...Earth to GV? Pick up your jaw off the floor and use your words, maybe? Or is it answer enough that you were blinded by my radiance?
[Gunvolt quickly flushed in embarrassment to being called out like that and stuttered, disarmed, before looking over to Lia and using the distraction to try to come up with something.]
Uh, I... I love it. You look fantastic.
Just "fantastic?" After you were sitting there struck dumb? Honestly. [Morpho puffed out her cheeks and instead floated closer to Lia.] Anyway, did you have any suggestions for anything else I should do, Lia? You've always had a good eye for fashion! I gotta knock this one out of the park... you only get one chance for a big return!
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[But then there's Gunvolt's reaction. Lia giggles.]
I think it looks perfect. You're definitely gonna knock it out of the park--and maybe then some, if GV's reaction's anything to go by!
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[Morpho give Lia a wink, clearly one saying she's just pulling the boy's leg and teasing him relentlessly. Meanwhile, Gunvolt's simply still blushing and trying not to be too embarrassed.]
Gee, thanks. But you'd think having that effect on someone who sees you every day says something too.
[Morpho made no reaction to that, clearly choosing to ignore it.]
I admit, a lot of this comes from trying to be legally distinct from my Sumeragi sponsored persona. I think they still own the "Monarch" look and stuff... until we go and kick their butts later on after Nightfall!
Fortunately, I don't think they're in much position to do much if you do your big reveal in the middle of the end of the world. After all the damage we did to them last year and more and more coming out about their behavior, they're quickly losing public support too.
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Maybe once we've recovered from fighting off the apocalypse, we can finally hit them with a coup de grâce.
A!
Still- he looks up, undoubtedly spotted as one incredibly unarmed. After all, what would he be able to bring with him? "Oh- it's quite alright, I assure you. I won't be entering the battle in this body you see- it would be quite difficult to carry a railgun in my smaller state."
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"A whole different body? I mean, I've heard about people doing shapeshifting and stuff, but... what do you turn into, if I might ask?"
He figured if there was a reasonable sized transformation, he might be able to jury-rig a solution. ...Little did he really know.
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After perhaps 10 seconds or so, Jonthan's voice hits the air again however, a tiny bat wriggling out from beneath 'his' head of hair. "Hello, and I do apologize for the fright- but does this perhaps explain matters more clearly?"
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Vision snapping to the source of the voice, at the top of the body's head.
"...You're a bat? Yeah, that'd... make it hard to hold a railgun, that's for sure. ...How exactly do you fight as a bat, anyway?"
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