IOTA 1.

A B Y S S A L ~~8~~ O D D I T Y
PLAY GAME / ACHIEVEMENTS / MODULES / MUSIC / SOLIDUS (24) / CREDITS / QUIT
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>PLAY GAME
[OUTPUT: Loading...]
[OUTPUT: Game loaded successfully. Please enter command.]
[OUTPUT: ETA: forty-five minutes.]
>Where are we heading, again?
> Look around.
[OUTPUT: The Iota Sector. You are on board your ship once more.]
[OUTPUT: You have just finished strapping down the deadly explosive canister in the cargo corner, as you've taken to calling it.]
>recommend cyan practice weapon manifestation
[OUTPUT: Cyan shouts back down the hall from the deck. "I'm *trying*!"]
>oh okay
>practice attempting to weaponise your wings
[OUTPUT: In what manner? Shall you attempt some bladewings again?]
>yes
>well i'll be damned
[OUTPUT: You effortlessly create some bladewings, and slash a useless empty cardboard box in half whilst flying in the admittedly large deck.]
[OUTPUT: Now what?]
>lovely. hm
>look up that address we got from malpeiyc?
[OUTPUT: сггк://вхл.веритусаралоус.естис/доwнлоад/тхесецретсофиммецон.агл?]
>i'd suppose so
[OUTPUT: The webpage reads '*ERROR: Access restricted to R5-██ personnel. Please enter password.*']
>damn
>"spam until security questions"
>no
[OUTPUT: ETA: thirty minutes.]
[OUTPUT: Please enter command.]
>who was sick or something again?
[OUTPUT: Topaz was formerly afflicted with the Ashen Plague, until she was cleansed by YOUR LORD AND SAVIOR, Cthk'aryvt.]
>ah
> Check on Cyan's practising.
[OUTPUT: She's basically just sitting on the far end of the ship in the lotus position, staring out of the porthole into the infinite blackness, and occasionally poking her gem, irritated.]
>ouch
>@here, any idea of what to say to her?
> "Hey. Don't worry about it. Maybe... maybe you don't have a weapon?"
> "What I mean is, maybe you have some other kind of power."
>((I'm operating on Peridot logic here.))
[OUTPUT: She looks over to you, unamused, and snaps her fingers. Electricity sparks off of them.]
>((:/))
>((you could have told me that))
>((I was dumb and forgot))
[OUTPUT: You already knew it.]
>the electricity isn't new, is it?
[OUTPUT: No. Not since she accidentally gave Delta a traumatic brain injury when he was insulting her.]
>ah
[OUTPUT: ETA: fifteen minutes.]
>what's our weapon, if we have one?
[OUTPUT: ">practice attempting to weaponise your wings"]
>ah
>dammit I used social as a dump stat
[OUTPUT: What now?]
>"let me guess cyan's not getting a weapon until peridot gets one"
[OUTPUT: Wink wink nudge nudge.]
[OUTPUT: Would you prefer to uselessly stare at a wall for fifteen minutes.]
>***No.***
>I guess we could stare at a wall for fifteen minutes.
>kek
>you're not on the right server so you cant get mspa
>possibly attempt to download information from the laptop.
[OUTPUT: You decide to stare at a wall for fifteen minutes.]
>KEK
>KEK
>:topkekek:
>:lowekeke:
[OUTPUT: Almost immediately after settling down, you realize that you haven't slept in likely over thirty hours. That's the last thought you think before everything goes black.]
>this is AO, don't use that here.
>"we're gems, why do we have to sleep"
[OUTPUT: Half-gem.]
>okay
>huh
[OUTPUT: Would you like to   w a k e   u p ?]
>[insert wake up creepypasta here]
→Awaken
[OUTPUT: You awaken to somebody shaking your shoulder. It's Topaz, actually.]
>"Hello?"
[OUTPUT: "We've been here for like ten hours. Charo and I let you two sleep."]
>Attempt to download information from laptop.
[OUTPUT: You download a horrific cybervirus installed onto the computer defense by Grayholdian technicians.]
>erm
>does our ship have antivirus
>uh
>oh no
[OUTPUT: You're fine. You manage to shut it down before it stops the ship's engines.]
[OUTPUT: Would you like to descend into the Iota Sector?]
>Yes.
[OUTPUT: With whom?]
>Topaz and Cyan. Any objections?
>sure
[OUTPUT: Are you sure?]
[OUTPUT: You recall what happened last time you left Charoite here alone, after all.]
>What happened?
Yung Venuz: Reading the chatlog, i argee it was in the best of our interests to stare at a wall for 15 minutes
Yung Venuz: We made so much progress with that one action
[OUTPUT: She was in the fetal position in the corner, crying about some maroon god being in the ship that you could not see, of course.]
>dangit malpeyc
[*Blame the game, not its players, kid.*]
>Topaz and Charoite?
>may not be a good idea to leave cyan right now
[OUTPUT: Topaz casually punctuates that thought by dragging all of you outside.]
[OUTPUT: Enjoy that forceful assignment? Me too. You are now on the surface of the Iota Sector.]
>okay then.
>examine surroundings.
>that works
[OUTPUT: You appear to be on the roof of some sort of monolithic building designed as an orbital satellite composed of stone. There is nothing on the flat surface, save for an elevator platform in the center of the place.]
>Head to the elevator platform.
[OUTPUT: You head over to the elevator platform.]
[OUTPUT: You prepare to activate it. However, suddenly, a great warmth flows over your body, along with a light from above. Charoite grabs Topaz's wrist, to your side.]
[OUTPUT: The elevator emits a click of its own accord, as well.]
>Examine light.
["*Well well well well well. The whole group's here! Lonely Purple, Blue Rock, that one who's always getting nightmares, and the ex-military amnesiac!*"]
>Malpeiyc.
[OUTPUT: What do you do?]
>*I* ask him what he wants.
[OUTPUT: Malpeiyc calmly speaks into the ground, away from all of you.** "*Well, green, that's a good question. I'm here as the ordinated gatekeeper of this library. If you can get past what I have to offer, you'll be allowed in.*"]
>What do you have to offer?
["*Funnily enough, I'm going to give you something! All you have to do is take it. You've always wanted a shard of Green Diamond, right?*"]
Yung Venuz: ohey
[OUTPUT: Please enter command.]
>...
>take the shard.
[OUTPUT: You watch Malpeiyc, curious (and/or afraid) expressions upon your face. He casually undoes the first two buttons of his shirt, revealing a cut amber stone in his chest. He promptly proceeds to gouge out the flesh around it with his bare hands, blood dripping everywhere. The edges of the wound glow maroon. His form flickers, but only twice. He extends the hand holding the amber gem to you all.]
>...Take amber gem.
[OUTPUT: ГWЕ-ДРАХИС Shard: A hunk of cut amber. The thing once served as the base code of Malpeiyc of Geten, who has since overcome such worldly bonds.]
[OUTPUT: Do you examine the gem further?]
>yes
[OUTPUT: iiii-ii]
[OUTPUT: Visions of a war-torn battlefield fill your mind. A particular spot on your back burns with white-hot pain as a regal figure almost entirely white and gray gives commands to a number of smaller figures, pointing northward. One maroon, four blue, and quite a few others.]
[OUTPUT: The elevator below you emits a click whilst you are still immersed in your visions. What do you do?]
>enter the depths
[OUTPUT: You break through the visions, and they fade away. Storing the gem, the four of you descend. You note that Malpeiyc is missing from the sky as you are lowered into the depths.]
[OUTPUT: You stop in a cuboid room. There is a set of stairs descending deeper into the area, and eight large tablets carved into the wall above it. The top four are inscribed with Rodarbi text in white light.]
>Examine tablets?
[OUTPUT: Which one do you read first?]
>The first.
[OUTPUT: μ
АРТИБОЕХН Х УТЛХ, ПЕ АWЕХКЦО ПХЫЛАХ ХЕРТ. ПЕ СОЛЦО ПХЫЛАХ ИММЕ ВЕТАСТ.]
>hmm
>so is μ the written 1?
[OUTPUT: No. There is a mu inscribed at the top of the text.]
>Oh.
[OUTPUT: Do you read the second tablet?]
>Yes.
ψ
ПЕ РВИ УЦОСЦО ЦЕЛПХ, АРТИВАРДИТ-Х-ИНКЛНХ. ЦАЕРТРЕТ АИЕР-ПИАН ЕQ WЕРЛЛ ŒДУС ИХ. ПЕ ИОХИС РВИЙ ДУАWВЕРУ, МАИВ ПЕ МЕЗРИ ЦЫС.
[OUTPUT: You read the last two tablets, as well.]
δ
ПЕ АРТИ УЦОСЦО ИТУМ. ПЕ ИОЗВИР-НОРС ВАРДИ МЕЗРИК. ПЕ РВИЙ СОЛСУЕ ИО К АРЕМ, ЕQ ПЕ КАЛАИНУЕ ИО УЦОСЦО АЕРОНЕД, ГWЕ-АЕРОНЕД. ПЕ РВИЙ КАЛАИНУЕ ИО УЦОСЦО ГWЕ-ДРАХИС.
α
К АИЕР ВУ ФÄУСТУЕ, КИНУУМ:
ПИ ВИЫ ВЕТАСУЛ, АЛ РЫН ЛАУЛ ВИЫ.
ПИ ИОС ВЕТАСУ, ЕQ ПИ ИХ УЦОСЦО ПОС.
>... Are the letters denoting sectors?
[OUTPUT: You wonder what all of these things, perhaps sectors, had in common.]
[OUTPUT: Do you proceed?]
>Yes.
[OUTPUT: You head onwards, and enter an expansive room filled with various shelves and tables. There appears to be a featureless stone door on every wall, of which there are four.]
[OUTPUT: Please enter command.]
>anything on the tables? anything in the shelves?
[OUTPUT: There appear to be large amounts of shattered stone hunks in the shelves, though you can see two full ochre stone slabs from your current location. However, there is a small wooden chest on one of the tables, surrounded by papers.]
>open chest.
[OUTPUT: Ammolite Heart: A half-infused ammolite cabochon. Such artifacts serve as the beckoning hearts of construction, never truly alive, and never truly dead, reading ochre transcripts with ease.]
>Examine the papers surrounding the chest, after you have seen its contents.
[OUTPUT: There appear to be three different styles of documents around the chest. One, drawings of people praying to owls. Two, four diamond shapes arranged in a square, with the bottom three crossed out. Three, notes between an 'Amarill V.' and a something 'Huître.']
[OUTPUT: Or rather, a written conversation between these two people on the side of some notes.]
>EXAMINE CONVERSATION.
>whoops.
[OUTPUT: The two people, differing in ink colors from black to green, respectively, appear to be talking about locking up some sort of octahedron in the depths of a palace, beneath an aeonic core.]
>...interesting.
[OUTPUT: Charoite mutters the name 'Amarill Vardiveig' under her breath quietly, as well.]
>examine ochre slabs.
[OUTPUT: Ochre Slab - Pyramidion: A slab of ochre stone, inscribed with a number of precise and incomprehensible markings, complete with a slot for some sort of beckoning heart. Equally vital to the foundation of civilization as the heart is the shell. Efficiency and quality should both be kept in mind equally, of course.
Ochre Slab - Nuclein: A slab of ochre stone, inscribed with a number of precise and incomprehensible markings, complete with a slot for some sort of beckoning heart. A planet is of no use if it does not contain any necessary utilities, especially in regards to the special needs of planetary defendants, and orbital scanning technologies.]
[OUTPUT: All three slabs of ochre stone around you and in your inventory burn with the same heat the Ammolite Heart is emanating.]
>We should be able to slot the Ammolite Heart into the slots.
>Slot the Ammolite Heart into the Ochre Slab - Pyramidion.
[OUTPUT: Are you sure you want to slot the Heart into Pyramidion? Why not Nuclein, or the Ochre Tablet - Vardiveig you own?]
>Take out Vardiveig Tablet, examine its flavor text.
[OUTPUT: Ochre Tablet - Vardiveig: A tablet composed of the same ochre stone as the slabs of construction. The object is inscribed with a mass of tiny markings on every face, leaving room only for a beckoning heart slot. The scribe of the Nine saved a good portion of the data on her gemstone to this very device. She was afraid of a great deal of things.]
>hm...
>put the heart in vardiveig's first.
[OUTPUT: You slot the Ammolite Heart into the Ochre Tablet - Vardiveig. The thing is locked into place - permanently. The gem glows with a white light.]
[OUTPUT: The microscopic markings on the front face of the tablet slide open, and a bizarre cyan paste saturated with crystals pours forth, spilling all over the table. It drifts into a single conglomerate.]
[OUTPUT: There is a writhing within the depths of the nanite paste, and it hardens, forming what appears to be a complete andalusite gemstone with a candlelit hue.]
>...Vardiveig.
[OUTPUT: The four of you stand in awe of the thing.]
>bubble it?
>that would be a waste
[OUTPUT: What do you do with the gemstone, and the slabs, for that matter?]
>We should save the slabs in case we ever find another Ammolite Heart.
>The gemstone... no idea.
[OUTPUT: Would you like to save your game?]
>Everyone else? I'd be fine with saving.
>no chip could satisfy his hunger...
>for POWER.
>anyways yeah
[OUTPUT: Saving...]
[OUTPUT: Game saved successfully. Would you like to quit?]
>Quit.
[OUTPUT: Game quit. Have a nice day.]