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antumbrac2020-02-15 12:01 pm
steampunkborgia) wrote in antumbrac2020-02-15 12:01 pm
THE FINAL CONFRONTATION
[It's time.
Once everything has gathered, perhaps they feel as prepared as they can be under these circumstances. Behind that door lays the place where things will end. The door opens easily, giving them access to the most important place underneath Krakow.
It's a rather large chamber, carved in the rock, but on the far end it feels like someone decorated the place to give it a very mystical vibe. A polished stone staircase leads to what seems to be a very large, glowing gate. It's being assaulted by an uninterrupted beam of volatile energy. Its origin is visible: a large, imposing laser machine, where all the tubes and wires are connected to. Right beside it, there's a coffin-shaped machine, the antenna blinking intermittently. Looks like it's on! But is it doing anything right now?
And, standing there with your backs to you, are the two people who have caused you so much grief and pain during the last month and a half. They're standing some distance away from the gate. Throughout the room are a few rocks that could serve as cover, as well as a pillar or two, but do you intend to hide? Regardless, looks like your intrusion didn't go unnoticed]
You all are so noisy.
[The door opening seems to have alerted her of your presence, yup. The Lady turns around. She doesn't have her half-mask anymore. The eye that's usually under it has a summoning circle carved onto it, shining so noticeably it can be seen even from the other side of the chamber. To her hip there's a sword, and her hand goes to a weapon a couple people may be familiar with: the marshmallow gun...with modifications. That sure is the fire-spewing trombone attached onto it. It's all pretty dangerous-looking yet still ridiculous. ]
Welcome, everyone, to the secret of this world. In here--why are there cats here?
[She blinks, puzzled. A good sign! Looks like, despite everything she has done and worked on, there's still room to catch her off guard in many ways!
The Lady shakes her head]
If you're down here it means you have been snooping around, haven't you? I'm sure this isn't the only place you sneaked into. My, darlings, that's naughty of you. All you had to do was stay on the surface and do nothing, and you could have the happy ending you wanted. Now, since you have seen more than I intended, I have no more option but to kill you. You can only blame yourselves, darlings.
[The Lady glances back at the gate, pensive, for just a moment before slapping a grin on her face]
My followers call me their Lady. My priestesses their Goddess. Everyone else calls me...the Other, for...some reason. [She doesn't seem terribly fond of that moniker.] But you all can just call me Lucrezia. And this here is my servant, Rembrandt as you well know by now. [She turns to him to add:] Oh, feel free to strike fear into their hearts by undoing your current form. The charade is over.
Now, have you all grasped the truth of this project?
Once everything has gathered, perhaps they feel as prepared as they can be under these circumstances. Behind that door lays the place where things will end. The door opens easily, giving them access to the most important place underneath Krakow.
It's a rather large chamber, carved in the rock, but on the far end it feels like someone decorated the place to give it a very mystical vibe. A polished stone staircase leads to what seems to be a very large, glowing gate. It's being assaulted by an uninterrupted beam of volatile energy. Its origin is visible: a large, imposing laser machine, where all the tubes and wires are connected to. Right beside it, there's a coffin-shaped machine, the antenna blinking intermittently. Looks like it's on! But is it doing anything right now?
And, standing there with your backs to you, are the two people who have caused you so much grief and pain during the last month and a half. They're standing some distance away from the gate. Throughout the room are a few rocks that could serve as cover, as well as a pillar or two, but do you intend to hide? Regardless, looks like your intrusion didn't go unnoticed]
You all are so noisy.
[The door opening seems to have alerted her of your presence, yup. The Lady turns around. She doesn't have her half-mask anymore. The eye that's usually under it has a summoning circle carved onto it, shining so noticeably it can be seen even from the other side of the chamber. To her hip there's a sword, and her hand goes to a weapon a couple people may be familiar with: the marshmallow gun...with modifications. That sure is the fire-spewing trombone attached onto it. It's all pretty dangerous-looking yet still ridiculous. ]
Welcome, everyone, to the secret of this world. In here--why are there cats here?
[She blinks, puzzled. A good sign! Looks like, despite everything she has done and worked on, there's still room to catch her off guard in many ways!
The Lady shakes her head]
If you're down here it means you have been snooping around, haven't you? I'm sure this isn't the only place you sneaked into. My, darlings, that's naughty of you. All you had to do was stay on the surface and do nothing, and you could have the happy ending you wanted. Now, since you have seen more than I intended, I have no more option but to kill you. You can only blame yourselves, darlings.
[The Lady glances back at the gate, pensive, for just a moment before slapping a grin on her face]
My followers call me their Lady. My priestesses their Goddess. Everyone else calls me...the Other, for...some reason. [She doesn't seem terribly fond of that moniker.] But you all can just call me Lucrezia. And this here is my servant, Rembrandt as you well know by now. [She turns to him to add:] Oh, feel free to strike fear into their hearts by undoing your current form. The charade is over.
Now, have you all grasped the truth of this project?
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Is that so? Do you want a part of that justice? Is killing criminals to your liking as a pastime until you get to feed?
[ Because that's what a contract with Mikami would be like. Lots and lots and lots of murder. ]
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Mikami laughs, though briefly and harshly. ]
You're the only one in here with any sense at all. What a waste.
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Then we understand each other.
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.... well, Cumore is right over there. And for now, that's a tether. ]
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[It's angry, but the anger is undercut with something else entirely, shaking and strangely upset - and for all he's tried this entire time to prevent people from seeing him actually upset, he isn't quite cracking yet but he seems to be...not handling this conversation well.]
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How the tables can turn in just half an hour. ]
... I know you would.
[ There is no doubt those arrows would tear all through him before he could finish a suggestion of a deal, even if he wanted to. 'If I can't have you, no one can' - that seems just like Cumore after all. ]
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[It's sharp, snapped out through gritted teeth; for all of this, he still isn't aiming that now at Mikami just yet.]
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I want to kill everyone in my world who ruined the path of justice. I want them dead and buried, like the Lady, like every criminal scum this and any other world has to offer. Fix everything I messed up, save it all.
And I want you - to stay with you and see every thing you promised me. I want to honor every word I ever said to you, I want to face your judgement, I want all of it.
[ He sounds a little manic saying all of this, but at least it's the full honesty. ]
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[And there's more of that hysterical screaming before he brings it back down again; when he continues his voice is cold.]
Make your damn choice. I can't care about this right now. I'm not going to tell you what you should do. I can't be distracted here.
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... and yet there is guilt again, a different flavor of guilt, at hearing the tone of his voice and knowing he much prefers how that voice sounds when he's pleased, when he's laughing.
Mikami doesn't have an answer, not right now, and it winds up not mattering because Iago's plan and Rean's everything set into motion all at once and he's putting up his gun in attention to all of that. ]
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[Just going to come on over here, hi Cumore. Please don't get your weird bow/knife thing in his face, he's got something important to share.
...Well, whisper. He's not looking away from our masterminds the entire time, but it seems there's An Idea in place here.]
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Oh that does seem important, yes. That's. Huh.
God, you're going to make him actually lower his now for this and his arm kind of wants to die but yes absolutely that's fair let's do this shit.]
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Conviction? But surely she has plenty of that. Are you saying that she's starting to have doubts about her plans?
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But it's all in the same note I've heard time and time again, "Make me a King!" "I want to command an unstoppable army!", it's so boring.
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[But hmm... "Mostly"...]
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I do, of course. I'd prefer not to let you have my soul anyway.
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[Oh that seems to have ticked off. She looks mighty pissed at both Iago and, it seems by extension, Rembrandt]
Do you dare to put in doubt my conviction?! After everything I have done, after all the effort and scheming I have done, anyone doubts I intend to take this to the bitter end?!
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Either you're losing that conviction, or there's something you haven't planned for that may ruin everything.
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[.........not that he actually cares about them in this particular case but like,]