Ars Goetia ([personal profile] arsgoetia) wrote2011-09-05 09:32 pm
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[Final Day] Endgame

There is a noise like broken glass as the giant shadowy snake wavers in place, then falls over, hitting the roof so hard that dust billows up on on various levels of existence, making the whole building shake. You begin to see more people all around you—flickering, as if the layers are merging into one, the separations between them vanishing.

Superimposed over the snake's fading body—yes, there is, in fact, a giant shadow snake, visible to everyone now, even those who had just been fighting Mithos—is a man in a labcoat bending over on his knees, shuddering and grasping at the ground.

"Sssssss . . . thissssss . . ."

He jerks abruptly, then sags a little more, as if losing energy, trying to force his eyes to stay open, but . . .

[identity profile] demonderpitydoo.livejournal.com 2011-09-06 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
[—snaps out of watching]

No... oh, we can talk again!
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[personal profile] gavehimhead 2011-09-06 05:08 am (UTC)(link)
So it would seem. I'm glad you're alright.

[identity profile] demonderpitydoo.livejournal.com 2011-09-06 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
You guys too. We could see and hear you guys, but we were like ghosts to you.
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[personal profile] gavehimhead 2011-09-06 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
We didn't figure it out until almost the very end there. Even then, it was hard to believe you were really there when we couldn't see you.

[identity profile] demonderpitydoo.livejournal.com 2011-09-06 05:16 am (UTC)(link)
It was different layers! Three of them? The hospital with the kids, you guys, and then us. It was really, really creepy where we were.
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[personal profile] gavehimhead 2011-09-06 05:38 am (UTC)(link)
At least you had stairs to walk up and down. How was it different to the level we were on?

[identity profile] demonderpitydoo.livejournal.com 2011-09-06 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
Blood ran down the walls, there was a floor flooded with it, and mold, and broken glass... There was no elevator for us. It was just a dark hole. It felt really bad—Fon found a sigil at the top.