Sprite (GM): me 2
campaign theme is now the end is nigh
maxis will flame me
Ribbons:  LUL
Not until everyone dies like
over a thousand times
Sprite (GM): sec i need to go look for some ambience actually
It's dark.
Even for you.
Ribbons: what the nani
Sprite (GM): i told you
Ribbons: Am I inside The Womb? LUL
Sprite (GM): this rp is what Angelene saw

Angelene FeelsBadMan
Sprite (GM): You find yourself surrounded by the bodies of the dead. Figures twisted and demented, even in death, their blood spilling and pouring out across the strange, alien floor eternally.
There's no way to avoid such filfth... You fur was stained red with their blood long ago.
Your senses are filled with a low pitched groaning, chanting farther in the distance... and the drumming beat of a creature's heart from all sides.

Angelene is .. confused, first and foremost. Slightly terrified - as one would be. Funny how things turn out: She'd probably believe that none of this is real, if not for... well, everything that's already occurred on whatever this strange island even is. Just, where the fuck has she ended up now?
Sprite (GM): Perception check
Angelene:
Angelene:
Rolling Perception
Result: 21
Sprite (GM): ...

Angelene pauses. What...
Sprite (GM): His lifeless body lays slumped there. His eyes are still open, laying in a pool of his own blood. The blood you're standing in.
Angelene: {No no this can't be... But we just-}

Angelene turns around. Right, more of... whatever this place is. Okay now she's spooked. Is... is this a dream? But she's never dreamt anything like this before.

Angelene isn't even sure what to believe, and has no time to dwell on it. Whether this is real or not, she has to get out of here and worry about the consequences later. Even if it's making her fur stand on end.
This is the future.
Your future.
Sprite (GM): A voice calls out, but not from any direction. Rather, inside your mind.
Those weren't your thoughts, were they?
Two beats of many eyes and multiple mouths approach out of the shadows.
He's not there to help you, anymore. He'll give everything for you. Including his life.
And it will be your fault. He was strong enough to save you, but you could never hope to do the same for him.
He thinks you an angel... Yet the only thing you can create is death.
And yet you persist.

Angelene stops. Should she be surprised? No, this wouldn't be the first time she's heard that voice... And she used to believe it, too. Does she now? She knows she shouldn't, but what does IT know? Does it matter whether this is real? Could this just be some sort of premonition? What's-
Angelene: W-what's the meaning of all this?

Angelene barely manages to choke out, frozen in front of the strange creatures.
They will all die, Angelene. Every one that you opened your heart to and learned to care for, until you are the only one left. And what will remain then? Who will come to your rescue when you finally accept the finality of your fate?
Sprite (GM): The creatures bare their fangs, while a voice calls out in the distance.
"Angelene! Angelene!"
Ribbons: triangulate me that voice my man
Sprite (GM): Focus -6 then Intuition
Angelene:
Angelene:
Rolling Focus
Result: 13
Ribbons: -6
dead
Sprite (GM): They leap straight at you.
Lauton: Angelene!

Angelene is... very noticeably shaken. Of course.
Lauton: Angelene, what's the matter with you?
Snap out of it!

Angelene is too busy crying, for the time being. That's, without much control over it. Commence face -> Lauton floof fusion.
Lauton: A-Angelene...?
Sprite (GM): And that's where it links back to the session again
Something short but important I figured I should do
Ribbons: ok
Sprite (GM): thanx for playing
Ribbons: in other news, I've consumed my ice cream buff and just added another
so I'm net +3 PP
Sprite (GM): :ok_hand:
time to send this session to Game Theory
Ribbons:  LUL
"What did they mean by this"
Sprite (GM): are we reggie
Maxis: hold on
i need to put something in the trash
Sprite (GM): is it Yemen
Maxis: no its sean
Sprite (GM): let me know when we're ready to begin
I decided to shift from general area themes to ambience btw
music is too repetitive
im saving it for bosses and special areas now
Maxis: okay
we are go
Sprite (GM): It's been a long time since you came here.
The summer was always so nice outside. Beautiful view from the house, overlooking part of the forest.
The grass was well-kept, usually. Nyx always liked to draw his inner thoughts while doing such monotonous tasks.

Sean Flynn glances at the position of the sun
Sprite (GM): But... It's not looking so great right now. He should cut it again soon.
The sun is directly overhead. It's about midday.

Sean Flynn takes his first step.
Sprite (GM): It's quiet. He would have seen you coming, right? But... given the circumstances you left under, maybe he didn't want you to come back.

Sean Flynn takes to observing the grass.
Sprite (GM): It's long. Hasn't been cut in a while. Pretty dry, it makes a slight grassy crunch when you step on it.
It's looked better.

Sean Flynn ... how did he cut it?
Sprite (GM): Intuition
Sean Flynn:
Sean Flynn:
Rolling Intuition
Result: 12
Sprite (GM): Don't worry
it wasn't hard
Maxis: 1 5 1 5
Sprite (GM): He cut it with the talons on his feet.
Elegant, brushing kicks... Faster than any manual tool could do them.

Sean Flynn glances to the top of the shack. Was he watching?
Sprite (GM): Perception.
Sean Flynn:
Sean Flynn:
Rolling Perception
Result: 8

Sean Flynn sunblocked.
Sprite (GM): You can't tell. It's too high up. The sun gets in your eyes.

Sean Flynn no matter.

Sean Flynn time to get to work, I guess.
Maxis: okey
what do roll
Sprite (GM): you roll your Cut attack
Maxis: wtf
i don't have this attack...
Sprite (GM): then you can't do it nerd...
Maxis: fuck u
i can believe
i also have a spare egg move
:xd:

Sean Flynn decides that he will hand-do it regardless.
Sean Flynn:
Sean Flynn:
Rolling Combat
Result: 24
Sprite (GM): It's a very rough cut. Not something you've ever even come to close to practicing.
You slice up a tiny bit of the grass. Doing all of this might take a while...

Sean Flynn admittedly, is too much of a dancer that the spring in his step is visible. But he can do it. Even if it takes an eternum.
Sprite (GM): do you cut all of the grass?
It'll take about 6 hours.

Sean Flynn estimates midday +6 hours

Sean Flynn will do it.
Sprite (GM): You spend 6 hours cutting the grass. There isn't even close to any noise coming from the house during that time. You are seemingly alone.

Sean Flynn has to keep going. there's still grass on the stairs... and upstairs... and the like.

Sean Flynn had to even make a few huge leaps. Nothing big. Nothing new.
Sprite (GM): There's ivy growing on the side of the house. That's never been there before.
Surely he would have got rid of that?

Sean Flynn takes his time to remove it.

Sean Flynn takes the ivy off of the house.... and then places it against his wrist, as to burn it into nothingness but simple ash. In that order specifically. The house musn't burn.
Sprite (GM): You remove the Ivy.
It's now been 8 hours.

Sean Flynn observes if there were any more chores to do, taking a deep breath.
Sprite (GM): No. That's probably all of the grass.
You hear a creak from inside.

Sean Flynn checks if the bellhat was on his head. If the robes were there.
Sprite (GM): They are.

Sean Flynn enters. Slowly.
Sprite (GM): ...The house is in a state of nigh disrepair.
The cloth that covered that door is ragged and worn, clearly due for a replacement long ago. There are cracks on the floor and the wall... Most likely from impact caused by Nyx.
And the makeshift table is basically broken.

Sean Flynn sighs. Where was mother when she was needed?
Sprite (GM): As you stand there, you suddenly feel a blade press against your neck from behind.
Nyx: ...Who are you.

Sean Flynn answers...
Maxis: okay
i need to ask
do they have any familiar gesture
like
a bow
or such
Sprite (GM): no

Sean Flynn by removing the hat, and glancing at him with familiar childlike eyes.
Sean Flynn: I believe once upon a time, I was known as Zhao Xiansheng.
Nyx: Zhao... I don't know of such a name... Why are you here.
Sean Flynn: Because I was once your son.
Nyx: Son?
I don't have... son... so...n... I...

Nyx removes the blade, putting it back in its sheath behind his back.
Nyx: Right... You are my son...

Nyx sits on a half-broken chair.

Sean Flynn glances at his father. He kneels to him, trying to imitate how little he looked as a child looking up to his father, years and years ago...

Sean Flynn .... it is awkward. Compared to a Torchic and a Blaziken's height, a sitting Blaziken to a kneeling one is pretty much the same height.
Sean Flynn: .....
Nyx: .....

Sean Flynn finds it hard to say words beyond this. He hasn't prepared.

Nyx has his eyes shut.
Nyx: Why are you here... Zhao.
Sean Flynn: ....
Lessons.
Nyx: ...I do not teach.
I am not... fit to.
Sean Flynn: You once did.
Nyx: My memory falters. I cannot even recall the face of my wife.
Demons have taken hold of me, Zhao. You should not be here.
They eat away at my spirit.
Sean Flynn: ...

Sean Flynn didn't have words to say. He was usually the first to speak, the one with the right things to say. But he acted like a mute towards his own father.
Nyx: There is nothing for you here.
Sean Flynn: No.

Sean Flynn utters with a false sense of determination.
Nyx: ...

Nyx remains silent, not commenting

Sean Flynn breathes heavily. There is not enough to say.

Sean Flynn simply...

Sean Flynn bows.

Nyx still has eyes shut, but bows his head in return.
Nyx: Leave. It is best for you, son. I do not want you here if I am to lose my thoughts again.

Sean Flynn simply waits for instruction.
Nyx: ...I can not teach you.
I do not even remember the lessons.
Let alone the techniques myself.

Sean Flynn wonders if he himself remembers
Sprite (GM): Intuition
Sean Flynn:
Sean Flynn:
Rolling Intuition
Result: 20
Sprite (GM): You remember some basic martial arts lessons.
...Ones you still use. Nothing you can learn from.

Sean Flynn proceeds to demonstrate himself... to see if he could allow his own father to reconstruct the pieces...

Sean Flynn ...and resist the charm to break out in song.
Sprite (GM): Nyx opens his eyes to watch you for a short while.
Nyx: I see you remember more than I do...
Maxis: okay
what do i roll
to make this purely a martial arts routine
and not incorporate my dance into it out of habit
Sprite (GM): Focus -6
Maxis:
Sean Flynn:
Rolling Focus
Result: 4
Sprite (GM): ...It doesn't last long.

Sean Flynn in the middle of routine, he half-steps. He jumps and flips into a ballerina posture. He imagines a crowd before him, instead...

Sean Flynn before he opens his eyes again.
Sprite (GM): Nyx still watches, though... As if he had even forgot about his hatred for your dance.
Nyx: That is... interesting.
Sean Flynn: It is... but its not part of the routine.
It wasn't.

Sean Flynn is back to the martial artist routine. He doesn't want to dissapoint...
Sean Flynn: disappoint*
Nyx: I am sorry, son. You gain nothing by showing me this.
I would likely forget it by the week's end...
I can scarcely recall what I even did yesterday.
Sean Flynn: Must I find my own path?
Nyx: I am unable to guide you upon one anymore.
Yes.
Sean Flynn: ...
The grass is cut.
I will be back tomorrow.
Nyx: For?
Sean Flynn: For you.
Nyx: ...
Sprite (GM): any closing comments
Sean Flynn: ...
Farewell for now, father.