FINALE

[whimsicalism]

End of the Tale

It's... over. Mostly, anyway. A decision has reluctantly been made by the group about the doll that started this mess and it seems that, perhaps, it's time to at least get a grip on what's going to come next. Not just for you but for everyone here. Nanami has cleared the way to the Academy and the Little Brothers are there to lend hands if needed against any stray monsters.

Take a deep breath of sea air. It's been a stressful seven weeks but maybe you'll be able to put all this behind you for good soon. It might take days, weeks, months, or even years yet... It's a small comfort but when the night comes it's a moonless night.

It seems the game of the Kaguya Doll is truly over for good.

OOC

Thank you for your participation in Round 2, everyone! This is your golden ending log. You may celebrate, cry, mock Kakuya or Father. Father is still in his cube and the sheep aren't exactly happy with him and will bring him up for you to throw water at. This is a post purely for Round 2. Tomorrow at 12 PST/3 EST we will be posting a reunion post for R1, R2, and castmates either played by other players in this game or NPCed by them. We hope you've enjoyed this round as much as we have.

Comments

[temmapathy]

[Emma is still very tired after all that. She's sticking close to Hunter for the most part, although she's willing to peel away for a conversation if approached. And eventually she does head to her room to sort through everything and see what she wants to bring back with her. It comes out to mostly just her bicycle and some random items, as well as her various notebooks.

Later on, she can be seen by Father's cell, smiling just a tiny bit as she repeatedly presses a button to shoot water at him, chuckling loudly as he tries to dodge.]

Father's Cell

[violence_ensues]

[There's some giggling from behind you. Adorabat flies on in with Slimy riding her!]

That looks like fun!

[temmapathy]

[Well, Emma might not hear the giggling, but she does notice a blue-and-red blob reflected in the glass, which gets her to turn around.]

It is! Do you want a go? Bonus points if you can hit him in the face!

[violence_ensues]

Yeeeeeesssssssss...

[Adorabat will eagerly take a try if offered!]

[temmapathy]

[Emma stands back and lets her! And she'll clap if Adorabat manages to hit him in the head at any point.]

CW: Adorabat

[violence_ensues]

[Adorabat may be giggling sadistically as she sprays water bursts at the prissipull.]

...This cage you're in is the only thing keeping you safe from me reaching into your mouth, grabbing your stomach and pulling it out and then turning you completely inside-out, heheheheh...

[temmapathy]

[Hahaha...um. Right, Adorabat can be Like This sometimes.]

Does that even work? I thought it was just an urban legend.

[violence_ensues]

I'll make it work.

[POW! Right on the head!]

[temmapathy]

[Emma watches a bit more, before she starts signing again.]

Does he even have a mouth...?

[violence_ensues]

Not a problem for me.

[ADORABAT NO]

[temmapathy]

You should be careful not to burn yourself...

[violence_ensues]

[This manages to cause Adorabat to blink and pause. She had gotten so caught up in the sadistic rush of inflicting humiliation and pain onto her enemies that she usually got when fighting against the Sky Pirates that she forgot the prissipull had fire-related abilities. And yeah, it's something Adorabat needs to be aware of.

She stops the assault and will turn to Emma to sign. I-WON'T-BURN-I-WILL-BE-CAREFUL-BANK.]

[And then after a small moment, SORRY.]

[temmapathy]

It's fine. Just-right now we can mess with him as much as we want because he's good and trapped. But-he still has his powers. I don't want anyone else to get hurt dealing with him.

[hashtagwoof]

[ If she's following Hunter around, she can help him organize stuff in his room.

Right now he's putting his gun and hunting knife to one side, his laptop is sitting next to that propped up picture of his cat, he's currently wearing his cat's collar for a bracelet for safekeeping, and... Well, as horrible as the experience was he does wanna take the school uniforms with him and incorporate them into his style. Just gotta take off the embroidery, for start...

He pauses...

Then he remembers she can't hear him if he's not facing her, so he turns around before trying again. ] Think those backpacks in the school store will be enough for all our stuff? It's not like we have a car with luggage space.

[temmapathy]

[That gets a thoughtful look on her face.]

Well...I'm not going to bring back everything I got here. [Some of it can stay in the school or get passed around, it's fine for her.] But you can stuff a lot into a backpack if you try hard enough. And I can probably put some of it in my bicycle basket at least?

[holyironmade]

[Jeanne understands that it's been a long, difficult ordeal. Honestly after so much time giving the others the courage to express their fears, she was ready for them to still fear her. For Emma to hate her and fight her. But love is greater.

So. She waves—a bit like how Emma would, though Jeanne doesn't think a shoulder tap the best right now. There's a smoothness in Jeanne's face as she waits until she knows she is seen and her affection can bloom out like light.]

I - WANT - TELL - YOU - "THANK YOU"

[temmapathy]

[Emma smiles back. There's a warmth there, too.]

It's no problem. I'm glad you guys made it back in the end.

[holyironmade]

Yes, but, well—

[Shakes her head. Honestly didn't think she'd have a second idea she knows how to sign but welp!]

I - THANK YOU - YOU. YOU. "BANK." [Tries to do "E"-"BANK" but can't remember letters.] YOU. "BANK". YOU.

[temmapathy]

[...oh.] Do you mean...something I said? Or did?

1/2

[holyironmade]

Yes!!! SAID! AND! DID!

2/2

[holyironmade]

[Her hands fall down. Emma looks so tired.]

It was before the events of today. Perhaps it no longer matters...

[temmapathy]

Well...I still want to know, now that you've said it. [Emma decides to find a chair to sit down in, at least, in case Jeanne has a lot to say.]

cw abuse cult discussion

[holyironmade]

Alright.

[She nods and lets the other girl adjust. She's gotten used to breaking what she has to say into small pieces to confirm comprehension, but if the accommodation this time is Emma taking in the conversation slowly through her exhaustion, so be it. Jeanne finds herself easily repeating and rephrasing a couple of the hardest words so that the rhetoric should flow comfortably even with a couple moments missed, if Emma is too tired to ask for help herself. Perhaps as a cult figurehead she's gotten too much practice giving speeches.]

"Jeanne is in a cult." Cult. "The X-Laws are a cult." Cult. This is the fundamental fact of my life now. Not "Jeanne is pious, Christian", not "Jeanne has powers, Shaman". The core truth is called a cult.

I had no idea what this word cult meant at first. Cult is an insult. I was furious that they did not appreciate the sacrifice I was making for them, for everyone in the world. They were nonbelievers, almost like enemies.

Then... I started to have doubts. And that was even more agonizing to me. If my training was "abuse". If pain is always bad, if there is no good reason to hurt, no compromise to make when asked to bleed. Then why? Why did they scold me for repeating the teachings, as if I just didn't realize that two plus two equals four...?

I began to feel selfish. To forget why they would hate me. Should hate me. I was almost ready to turn my back on the entire idea. To think that nobody could ever understand, that I should only respect the people who tried to meet me and my beliefs in the middle. The others may be without sin, but they were not my friends.

But I thought it over... And I realized... Something that could make me soften my heart towards everyone again. Because there was one person with a stronger sense of justice than anyone. Who knew right from wrong every time and always tried her best to make the world a better place. Who helped.

[A small, soft smile.]

BANKS - YOU