Re: Ohhh... Library Battle SIMULATION: Let's Play Library of Ruina
Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2024 8:19 am
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I’ve been feeling ecstatic these days; the memories are fading.
You mean the harsh memories of working in that awful corporation?
Yes. Those cruel times…
The things I didn’t want to see are becoming faint; the things I didn’t want to remember are melting away. When I close my eyes, the moments that come to remembrance are of three or four days ago, not one million years in the past.
They are the times of my own… claimed through my own choice. And the flow of time is faster than ever for me. I’m no longer shackled to the fetter of perceiving the hours 100 times slower than humans do.
I feel happier with each new day, you know?
I’ve never seen you looking so happy before. What do you think of the City and its people that are breaking down because of the Distortion, though?
…That, I can’t quite receive with a smile.
Still, the despicable man who had locked me up for one million years would fall to despair if he saw what’s happening now.
Yes… He’ll endlessly despair. His idiotic and flawed plan caused more people to wallow in agony.
He’s going to pay his price in full soon enough.
Bring down? No. I told you my aim before. I will become free along with the librarians.
On top of that, the Abnormalities that are wandering inside this Library lacking a physical form will be able to leave. Garnering strength by devouring powerful individuals, the Abnormalities would roam the City as they like. That’s what my plan is. I’m setting them free to do whatever they want. And they’ll leave a mark deeper than any Distortion could on the City. The one absolute and perfect book shall be the guide to teach me how to do it all.
You’ve got the same ideas as the Blue Sicko out there, huh. The two of you would make wonderful partners in crime.
You’re wrong. There’s a world of difference. I have no interest in the “beauty” that Distortions or Abnormalities can arouse. I simply want them to live as they wish, whether they’re beautiful or unsightly.
Besides, even if the Blue Reverberation’s intentions were similar to mine, I would never give away my precious possession to a man like that.
So you just wanna feel the joy of vengeance, whatever the consequences of your actions might be.
That’s what I must do. I was forced to witness countless deaths while reciting a script like a promptress. Such things… are all I could watch and learn. I have to do what I can do well.
I have to feel joy as I witness the fall of the plan devised by the man I love yet hate. Even though it’s not… enjoyable to see the City and its people suffer because of me… I still have to feel happy. I’m obliged to. It’s what I’ve been waiting for… until now… If I don’t do this, I won’t be compensated for the million years of lone suffering—nowhere else would I be repaid…
…I still long for vengeance. However…
…
Forget it. I could spend all day thinking it over, but I’d reach the same conclusion regardless. I’ll find the one book at all costs and make my wish come true.
I suppose that’s not a bad idea.
And then… As I previously said, I want to travel around the world. It’ll certainly be fun. Once I’ve laid down all the burdens, of course.
…Alright. Let’s give that plan some good thought after we’re done with everything.
Haa… hahaa… at laast..!
Yesod! Hurry! There's a sighting!
Kaori. You've finished with that perfect deck project of yours, I take it?
Weell… sort oof..? There are aalways considerations to make, so there is no 'perfect deeck,' so much as synergies and streengths that maximize odds of viictoryy…
So are our synergies maximized?
Mmmhmm..! I've packed as muuch power as I can into every one of my buiilds..! They're fiinally… acceeptablee…
Hold on. Did anyone else just feel that shift in the psionic field just now?

…Mmmmmmmh..!
Is that… steam?
……………………Daaang…
I'm sure that what you've put together is already perfectly usable.
Yeaah, but… the synergiies..!
Will work just fine until you've had a stretch break. You're getting some air. That's an order.
Awww… Ookaay…

What more needs to be said? My role is only to observe.
To observe, is it…
Indeed so. Some would think that this is merely a form of neglect. I see that you are one of them.
I was simply curious. We haven’t had many opportunities to talk with one another.
There were practically none, were there? Neither you nor I left our respective posts. Yet now you have the time to visit me of all people for a chat… It must indicate that we are freer than before, able to spare more of our moments.
Do you not welcome this change?
I’m not quite certain of my sentiments. Regardless… Have a warm cup of tea, now that you are here.
…If you’d be so kind.

Maybe so. There are enough variants of black tea that I have not bothered in attempting to imbibe other beverages.
Ah, although the azure-maned noble boy insists around the clock that I partake of coffee.
It is certainly true that there has been much change. I wouldn’t have expected that he would approach you first to recommend coffee.
One day, perchance, all of us will come together. Indeed… It will be quite different from the first time such a gathering took place.
I must wonder if the day shall come when we all will engage in casual conversation and share trivial tales. I am rather doubtful of it.
Yet deep down, you are looking forward to it. Perhaps everyone shares the same feelings.
…
I’ve finished my cup, so I’ll be taking my leave now. I appreciate the hospitality.
Rendezvous anytime. Tea will always be ready and waiting.
Oh, welcome back. Have a good chat?
Indeed. Her insights are… unique, if nothing else. Has Talow finished yet?
Not entirely, sir, but we do have news.
Good news, I hope?
Maybe. It doesn't seem like there will be any major fluctuations for a while. From what he's sorted out, everything starts the same way. Here's a report on what we have so far.
So all roads led to the same place, in the end?
To the Hana, specifically. We'll be seeing them soon. It always starts with that.
Oh. Are you finished writing?
No. Sephiroth won't shut up about trains running or something, and if I'd stayed there working I'd have thrown him out into the mist. Anyways… There's fifteen, maybe twenty? Different pathways all at once. None of them ended well. That damn woman… Dying one at a time is bad enough…
We've read the Purple Tear's book frontways, backways, and sideways—not much of a hint there either, just stuff about making different choices to see different results, and sampling them all at once?
Then something similar may be going on here. Tell me, who faced the Hana Association?
That's where it starts differing. Gebura a few times, Binah some others… Netzach once, Chesed a few times, Yesod a few others… Malkuth.
But never us. I see.
I don't like where this is going, old man.
I do. It's wrecking time, isn't it?
You have the right of it. We'll receive the guests ourselves.
You sure about this? As far as teams go, we're definitely the weakest…
When what we know has failed us, we should try the incomprehensible. It's something I learned from watching Ayin all these years.
In that case, I'll check through the keypages and throw something together.
Ugh… I can't believe it, but I'm starting to miss when all I had to do was watch.
In many ways, we are all simply watching the Library's progress. The light itself determines our path, and Angela walks it as she is meant to. As for the architect of that path…
I'm sure she must know, on some level.
So are you going to tell us, or…
Come. There is much to be done if we are to properly stand on the field of battle..
Yeah, okay. Screw you too, geezer…
The fewer distractions you have now, the better. Focus on the work in front of you.

Hana Association will officially be in full charge of the matters regarding the Library from now on.
Your predictions were right, Director Mirinae.
Harold, you won’t survive here for long if you can’t figure this much.
…Your thoughts must be complicated right now, Olivier.
You won’t botch your job because of that, right?
That’s that, and this is this. It’s what he used to say all the time.
Good. We have one purpose. To thoroughly examine the relationship between the Distortion phenomenon and the Library. All conflicts are allowed in the process. The Library is a Star of the City that shines over us now.
There are still many ambiguous points in their connection… Someone’s got to observe the causality, and that someone’s us.
The Library continues to grow in strength, devouring pretty much anything and everything that enters. It’s so fierce, it could consume our City at this rate… That’s why we should figure out how the Library functions as well. To start off, let’s recap the current circumstances.
Then I suppose the southern branch of the Liu is being extremely passive at the moment, trying to avoid retaliation from the Thumb?
Not exactly. The Thumb is suffering from the same problem. They lost their Underboss who was stationed in L Corp’s Nest as well as a number of competent Capos, so it’s likely that they got knocked out of this strife too.
Which means, the only sizable threat remaining in L Corp’s Nest is…
Yes, it’s them.
When the Library unveiled itself as the fog surrounding L Corp’s Nest cleared away… The Blue Reverberation… No, the Reverberation Ensemble set up camp around it, preventing anyone else from approaching.
And they’re generating a concerning number of Distortions from there. Who knows what they’re up to in that base of theirs…
The Blue Reverberation… Judging by his recent actions, he can no longer be considered a Fixer… He’s leading a dangerous Syndicate, at least on the level of a Star of the City.
…He’s gone mad ever since he lost his sister.
Not that I can’t understand how he must’ve felt. The Pianist left an indelible, twisted mark on the City that day.
So, how is the workforce going to be distributed?
The objective is to retrieve as many books as possible from the Library itself, and secure Distortions from the Nest. And I’d like you to send an official request to all Grade 1 Offices for chasing down the Blue Reverberation.
Sections 1 and 2 have other things to do, I assume?
You said Section 1 was dealing with the Blue Reverb, and Section 2 was after the Eight Chefs, right?
You’ve got it. Furthermore…
That can’t be. All of them are gone?
I can’t fathom the strength the Blue Reverberation has…
And Section 2 sent a report saying that the Eight Chefs have already disbanded. Seven of the chefs were found cooked when they arrived at the site, to be exact. The chefs were all mutilated badly; it was nigh impossible to recognize them.
What about the last one?
Gone missing.
Did they betray their peers… and cook them…?
That probably isn’t the case. While what happened does appear to be something the Eight Chefs would do, their favored type of table service was full-course meals, not a buffet. Based on this evidence which suggests interference from outside, the Association HQ is considering to make an official announcement that the Star has fallen.
The prime question would be who was behind the dissolution of the Eight Chefs.
Could it be…?
Indeed. Section 2 speculates that the Reverberation Ensemble might be the culprit.
The Blue Reverb might be plotting schemes beyond the Association’s assumptions…
There have been worse events in the past, but the frequency and convolution of this situation is unprecedented. Every Association is in a state of emergency, including ours.
According to the Seven Association, the southern branches of Tres Association and Cinq Association also suffered losses of important members due to Distortions.
Both of which have risen in threat level significantly. Not to mention the Puppeteer. Moreover, Yesterday’s Promise is apparently capable of teleportation with such ease that it puts W Corp’s Singularity to shame…
None of those are powers that an individual should be allowed to possess. The Distortion is defying what the City had stood for until now. It’s changing the atmosphere of the City.
Is the Head doing nothing about it despite that?
They’ve been eerily quiet—or rather, our higher-ups could be intentionally withholding information on the Head’s activity.
No. We’ve been ordered to go to the Library, in fact. In order to control this situation, we need unambiguous information about the powers of the Library and its intentions.
We have Section 4 to help us place a lockdown on Nest L. We can’t let the Distortions created by the Reverberation Ensemble leave the area.
Did the powers that be determine that us Section 3 should be enough to take care of the Library?
If it doesn’t work out, then that’s the end of the line for us. It also means there’s nothing more we can do about it. And if that happens, the Library will mark its presence on the sky next to the other Stars as one of the freest beings of the City.
While the everyman is working overnight, restrained to the office desk.
Anyway, get ready to move, everybody.

Mhm. Looks like your goal is almost within reach.
That’s right. I’m almost there… That makes it feel even less real. We’ve been through so many things… and now the Hana Association is coming here.
You said the Hana Association is the largest among the Fixer Associations, right?
Yep. Like I said some time ago, the Hana Association is the institution that grants permits to Offices and grades Fixers. They also adjust the threat levels of incidents in real-time and let everyone know. And the Hana Association sometimes takes matters into its own hands to strike down Stars of the City. Just like now. You’ll be seeing them often, since they’ll keep sending people here as long as we’re a Star of the City in all likelihood.
…Strange.
What is?
Nothing. We have important guests to greet, so just make sure to be prepared.
Did you know? The Library is visible from anywhere in L Corp’s Nest now.
What do you mean?
The mist that protects the Library is almost gone. Which means it’ll become possible to demolish the whole Library from the outside soon.
So you’d better start making backup plans.
Here, let’s shake hands. I’m Mirinae, Director of Section 3 of the Hana Association, Southern Branch.
This is my first time shaking hands with a guest.
You’ve become a Star of the City, which means you’ll be seeing our Association frequently from now on. Please don’t fall too easily for us, now.
Go ahead and shake her hand, everyone.
I am Harold, a Fixer from Section 3 of Hana Association’s Southern Branch.
Olivier, a Fixer from Section 3 of the Hana’s South.
I hope to be greeting you for a long time.
The people at Section 2 are expecting you.
Got it.
…What is the meaning of this?
No need to be sensitive. I brought Olivier here so he could get a handshake from you.
I’ll see myself out, then.
You think we’ve come here with a carefree attitude? No need to worry about us underestimating you. We didn’t come here without a countermeasure, you see. Since you’re a Star of the City, and we’re Fixers of Hana Association… We should treat you with due respect.
Prepare yourself. A Star of the City is going down tonight.
…Understood. May you find your book in this place.
The Hana… Wow. Things are sure escalating around here lately, huh.
They sure are. Somehow, though, it looks like it's all blowing right over us.
That's really the ideal, isn't it? Being the eye of a storm. Making sure that things are fine where you are, even while everything's on fire.
It was inevitable, really. Out of all the weirdos in this place, ours are the least weird.
Didn't you always complain about Mr.Black's hobbies, though?
Course I did! He's creepy as hell!
But really, a former food service guy from District 23, who just happens to laugh a lot? He's stable, I'll take him. And Fat Sam…
Isn't he perfectly normal?
I wouldn't say that exactly, but he and Netzach are basically the Nap Patrol. Add in the most reliable source of booze in the whole Library… and there are worse deals.
Yeah… And the Head can't tax anything we make here.
We can't die, either… If it weren't for those receptions, this might be pretty good.
Well, nothing in life is perfect. Let's go watch someone else get murdered.
Oh. Sure, I guess.
I believe wearing her page may assist with figuring something out, Talow.
Or it could make everything worse. What if that dimensional thing is reflexive?
Then I shall try it first, and we shall observe. It's an ideal page for our floor in any case.
And if it turns you mental?
I have faith that it shall not.
Woah… you've got that laid-back chic thing down perfectly, Sephiroth.
These fools are no threat to the likes of us… Why should we busy ourselves with proper posture?



It seems they've sent two squads of Fixers after us. As expected of the Hana themselves, I suppose.
Does it matter? Let's just tear them apart and be done with it.
That's the way to look at it. They're just humans, same as anyone else.
Oh… Hod's team. You're with us. Today.
Of course. Given workplace protocol is to talk about something unrelated to keep your mind off of any mental trauma that might be going on, what better than trained conversationalists to try and give form to whatever you wind up saying?
You know that protocol barely works, right..?
No two people have the same psyche, so we have to use a variety of methods. Some will be more effective than others.
Oh! I know the next line, Miss Hod! "Remember: if your mental health's cratering, your therapy plan needs straightening!"









Ah, that's better.
That specialty-changing thing she did not causing any problems?
None at all. It's quite natural, so we can adapt to any situation.
These guys don't seem too bad… they're just Fixers, same as any other.
That's only because you haven't seen their ultimate attack yet. I remember people saying it was nasty… What was it called?
Oh, Divinatory Impact? It was on their summary… it looked nasty.
…Right. That's the one. Let's just hope we don't see it.
So are you ever going to explain why you're cringing every time I talk, or..?
No, thanks.
To the grave, then?
To the grave.
In that case, I've got an observation. Their weapons are really malleable—they change shape to match the user's… thought process? Desire, maybe? Either way, they can use them as armor and weapon both.
Just don't misjudge the distance, or things can get messy… Oogh, that packs a punch.
They can form it around their feet as well, for a sudden burst of speed or to keep their stance against a blow. The distance they can cover is longer than you're thinking it is.
Right, I'll get a feel for it as we go.



I'll take one of those impacts. Any volunteers for the other..?
I will give them the opportunity to show me their resolve. As I am now, I cannot be defeated.
Confidence is good, just make sure it doesn't get you killed.
I wouldn't worry about it. These guys never killed us. 
You sure..? Because this hits hard.
Yeah. Not a once, that I can remember.
Their attacks have punch… but if that is as high as they can reach, then I shall forever be beyond them.
It's good to hear that these opponents are within our grasp, but don't get overconfident simply because of your memories—the point of the exercise is to change things.
And just telling Miss Angela won't work because… why?
Tried it once. Ended even worse. THAT one I remember, since it stands out so much.
Shall I pretend I am not hearing this conversation, then?
Erk. That's…
It should have been obvious you would be paying attention to such a stage. We'll simply talk later, so as not to influence your choices.
…yes. That will work for now.
I can't make heads or tails of what you're babbling about, anyways.


Okay, I got my footing back. Let's go take another beating.
In moderation, Talow.
Says the geezer who's only blocking attacks.
You know precisely why I've chosen this strategy.
I'll set them up, and leave them for you all to finish off. 
And I'll take care of the real work. Ghh…
Talow, you're taking a bunch of damage… don't overextend yourself.
To the grave, Medea. 
That didn't mean to go die, moron.
No problem! I'll just wipe them out faster than they can slice through us, and it'll all be good!
Trying to alter the natural flow of life into death… Hah. Laudable, if you hold the strength to do it.
Speaking of, I'll be tapping into the power of imminent demise from here on out. It's depressing enough to give this body a power boost.
Kinda morbid, isn't it?
I don't think you get to talk.
Heads up you guys, their formation's crumbling. We're an inch away from finishing them off!
Then we shall plunge them into the darkness evermore.
Yeah, well… it's done. Let's move on.
Caterwauling clocks! You gave those guys a butt-kicking in no time at all!
Most of you have taken some big hits, though.
We are no strangers to difficulty.
Just don't die, okay?




Well… Here we are. What's your analysis, Harold?
Their mindsets are fundamentally different from those of Fixers. There's… one at most who would warrant a grade above nine.
And yet they stand here, as parts of a Star of the City. That just goes to show you how powerful the Library is.
A Star is a Star… the specifics of their powers change, but the way to defeat them never does.
Well said. Let's show these guys they're not as high as they think, hmm?



Insulting my coworkers… I've got to tear them one in your honor.
Confident, aren't we? Come on. We know who the one Fixer would be.
We don't have to worry about that Divinatory Impact just yet, Hokma… Try to make this leeway count.
I intend to.
He's mimicking that Purple Tear! Direct your weapons to defensive posture! Maximum leg reinforcement!
I'll weather this storm, for certain.
This 'storm' was simply a means to rock the boat somewhat. Consider it a trade for your attempt before.
You figured that much out, did you?
As if you were even hiding it.
So the old man can lead, as well… troublesome.
Sorry to cut in, but I just heard something unforgivably stupid.
Oh..? There's no need to be jealous. With age comes wisdom.
Now listen here, you little brat..!
While that one breaks himself against Harold, I'll take care of the weakest link.
That's…a bit much…
Is it?
Anyone could see you're holding back. That stab was barely a scratch… You're too soft to kill.
Well excuse me for having a problem with murder!
Such high-minded idealism can only come from those with privilege. 
The woman seeks to shake our resolve… Come, then. I shall taste your despair.
Yeah! Like, if we wanted to get psychoanalyzed, Hod's already right here?
Therapy isn't exactly about psychoanalyzing anyone, though…




Now, let's end this before they can find their footing.
It seems we've made one miscalculation, Harold.
Have we?
We brought too many allies. With the way the Library split us, it allowed these ones to warm up… so they can bring their full power to bear immediately against us.
In the future, send small teams of highly competent fighters. That's the best chance to stop the Library.
So our own run is lost, I take it?
It's a stalemate, at worst. We've got more plans to fall back on.

Don't worry about those! They'll fail too.
That's some confidence for someone who can barely stand.
Just took me a while to get warmed up today.
Oh yeah! My grandpa used to have that problem, too!
Sephiroth, are you okay? You're taking a lot of hits as well…
My counterattack failed me… but their power is nothing compared to Mother's.
Just hold on, I'll be right there!
There we go. I got you.
…Your assistance is appreciated, if unnecessary.
Khh..!
I think we've got everything under control now!
Don't say it before the fight's over…
We're already killing off their sidekicks. That's basically the end, isn't it?
I guess so, but one of you might still get hurt if you let your guard down.
I shall see to it that does not happen.
That's not entirely up to you.
Rather than vain provocations, I would recommend you savor what time you have left.
His defense is absurd… I can't even see him past those tendrils.
Such is the point.
I'm a little… anyways, can I take a second?
We should be able to accommodate that.
I'll take a second, too.
It's fine. I'll kill them… I'll kill them all.
Talow?
He's gone into that Rabbit battle frenzy… Best to stay out of his way for now.
Coming for me now that I'm weakened, eh?
Rabbits have good senses, you know. I can smell your weakness. Your fear.
Oooh. I see. So that's the kind of person you are.
More talk, eh? Admitting that you're about to lose?
Maybe. But I won't run away, at least.
The hell are you talking about?
You stuttered and choked at nothing, then got yourself beaten almost to death to escape that. Even now, you can only fight properly because of that body's own properties. Between this and that… You're a coward, aren't you?


I think it's time you stop talking.
Hssh… Hit a nerve, huh..? But you can't say I'm wrong, can you?
I can say it just fine. You're wr—
…ah.
You were a distraction. 
Ma'am, I don't think I can hold their leader back any longer.
She's off-balance... Everyone who's left, regroup now.
Not many left to listen to you, I'm afraid.
Then I'll strike back..!
So even the acclaimed Fixers of the Hana Association can panic.
Nngh… I've bought all the time I can…
You've done just enough.
I'll take care of things from here.


Don't think you've won. You may have stopped us, but the next group… They'll stop your leader for certain.
Yes, you'll keep coming until we fall. You've implied as such. Know, however, that this Star will be forever out of your reach.
I'm ending them all. Anyone have a problem with that?
Nope, you're good to go.
More…
Faster… stronger…
I'll tear all of you apart!
So this is as far as I go…
Truly, to make something so powerful it can make opponents like these turn into our equals…
The Library has earned its place as a Star, at least.

Shut your goddamn mouth already!
Gah-!
Talking like you know everything. Picking holes in everyone. Saying we don't deserve to stand on the same level as you. You don't know shit about us. What we've survived.
Even if you never wanted to. Funny how that works out, isn't it?
…What are you implying?
You've beaten us due to a miscalculation on my part. I can admit that. So I'll tell you two things. First: you shouldn't underestimate our information gathering ability.

My guard… she's managed to overcome it.
And the second: That we will figure out how to slip past your every defense.
Then we'll just make new ones! Easy.
As if… Simply overcoming our expectation once was a miracle. To do it twice…
We'll do it as many times as we have to.

Even if we hate it. We're not playing around either, you know.
Their lives have returned to the darkness. As all things shall.
So, Talow. Did this wind up helping you with anything?
…mmh.
Arbitrary adrenaline crashes… that can't feel good.
I'm not entirely sure that's entirely adrenaline, Paul.

If it's all the same to you, Hokma, I'd rather we never did that again… Watching it's one thing, but actually putting a sword in someone… Ugh.
I can't promise that, for obvious reasons. We still have work to do, to determine the shape of what may come. Angela, might I make a request?
As I become more human, it has become increasingly easy to tune things out. I will focus my attention elsewhere.
In truth, it is rather refreshing to no longer be committing to memory every word of what every person in this place says.
I would have expected you to be curious.
I am.
However, you stated that simply telling me would somehow make the outcome worse.
I haven't yet forgotten what can happen when you reveal the inner workings of someone else's machinations to those trapped within it.
Quite an odd thing for you to say, as the owner of this Library.
I will speak with you all later.
Huh. She ran?
Perhaps knowing about the Blue Reverberation's plan is getting to her…
Alright, that's quite enough chatter. My team, pick up the books. Talow, back to your writings. I have faith you shall complete them shortly.

Is there someone you know among them?
I was thinking I might have to face an old friend of mine. Good thing I didn’t.
By the way, it looks like the situation out there is worse than I imagined. Even the Hana Association is making a big deal.
Could the City be breaking down?
Nah, I don’t think you have to worry about that. The City carries on somehow. As long as the Head stands, the City’s nature won’t change.
What does the Head do, exactly?
It’s shrouded in layers of secrecy, so no one knows in detail. A Corp—the Wing directly run by the Head—does stuff like managing patents, minting, and authorizing Wings on the surface. It’s in control of all the important factors that make the City breathe, basically. And they seek out anyone plotting to overthrow the City and uproot them.
That makes the Head one of the Wings, at least ostensibly.
Through Arbiters and Claws?
Huh, how’d you know about that?
The research facility the Red Mist used to be part of fell because of the Head. To protect her colleagues, Kali killed the Arbiter and the Claws before succumbing to injuries herself.
I can only guess that she fought with all her strength to save those behind her to the last breath, and I suppose that is something that could never be replicated.
I can kinda picture how that would’ve looked.
Well, going back to where I was… When the Head determines something to be an impurity of the City, they’ll send Arbiters, Beholders, and Claws to try and get rid of it.
Was their research an impurity to the City…
Something about that story doesn’t sit well with me, though. I heard it from Hod and asked her the same question…
As the other librarians likely have said to you, she is telling you the truth. Though I don’t know the reason, either… Is the Head staying quiet at the moment because they deemed the current state of the City to be acceptable?
I guess? It’s not like we’ve had a visitor from the Head…
The Head coming to the Library… I’m curious how it will turn out.
Sure, you’ll want to draw as much attention as possible if you wanna live long.

Maaaan… in the end it feels like we didn't really accomplish much of anything.
I wouldn't be so sure of that. If nothing else, I confirmed my theory on why Talow's been rushing out of his therapy sessions the moment I show up.
Wait, you noticed that? So why's it happening? He hasn't mentioned anything to me.
Simple, Elle Tee: Imagine you spent two months being incredibly Not Over It with an ex who shot you down. Then imagine you were left alone for about thirty years, having no company outside your own thoughts. What do you think would happen?
Oh. I think I get it!
Then explain it to me?
It's cringe. That reaction is his attempt to not immediately roll up into a ball and die of shame.
Oh… like when I think about my school days.
Exactly.
Jeepies. Our handbooks don't have any information on how to handle that kind of problem!
That's because we don't have to. A problem like that isn't going to kill him unless I decide to beat him down myself.
So… to the grave, then?
Hah! Maybe later.





Malkuth? I don't see you here very often. Where are you going?
I'm heading up to Hokma's floor to say hello.
Were we that close before..?
All the more reason to say hello, don't you think? We're all working together now.
You hold a valid point. Very well, I shall accompany you.
Right. Let's talk lots about work!
Hey Tiphy! Hey Roland! What brought you two here?
Nothing big. These books seemed a bit too heavy for her to carry on her own. Though… I’m already bringing a whole lotta books here myself. What more does this old man want…?
That’s not exactly the most appropriate thing to say in front of the person to whom you’re referring, is it, sir?
…And since when did you start addressing me so politely?
I simply desire to read many books. I would rather not spend my time in complete idleness.
Let’s see… What books did our resident geriatric want to read so much that he’d ask Tiphereth to pick ‘em?
“Continuity of Life”… “Bioengineering Technologies”… Boy, this is straight out of a biology shelf.
He’d gone through chemistry the other day.
I wouldn’t have made you go through the trouble had I known that you would bring this many books… I owe much gratitude to you for your continued assistance, young miss.
I did think about asking for help… But Roland came over and lent his hand, so I chose not to.
I didn’t really expect you to ask for stuff like this, Mister Hokma. I thought you would know all this already.
I am reading them multiple times so that the knowledge won’t be lost from my memory.
I see what you mean. The same sentence can give off different impressions every time you read it.
Mmh… Cultured people talking cultured things I don’t get. Anyhoo, what were you guys doing here?
Little more than insignificant chatter which is related to the work we do in this place.
That’s what we were up to. As you indulge in work, you pile up all kinds of feelings!
…Does that mean you were mouthing off about your boss?!
And then she’d show up like she saw nothing and…
Aren’t you the one talking about your boss behind her back?
We were mostly chatting about receiving guests. Hmm… Oh right, Yesod complained about Angela, too!
Malkuth, don’t say anything that could cause confusion. My complaint was simply about the stacks of books remaining in the corridors which are making a disordered sight.
I mean, you’re basically saying that you don’t like how untidy the Library is, right?
Still, great efforts are being exerted to constantly receive a variety of guests, and that is worthy of praise in itself. That extends to you folk as well.
Well, I’ve gotten pretty used to it by now, so it’s no biggie really.
That said, regarding your concern… there is little to worry about. While Talow is finishing his work, she has decided to turn her attention to other sections of the Library.
Work? What's that stuffy guy up to?
Divining the future, courtesy of that Purple Tear woman. Which I've finished while you all were chatting, by the way.
How interesting. Be careful that you do not enable whatever future you seek to avoid.
You're leaving?
I seek to observe this place, and see with my own eyes what comes of it. Knowing what may happen before it does would only serve to cause bias.
Yeah… if it's something that she caused, we should give them some space. For sure.
You think so?
Absolutely. Let's leave them to it. I'll even treat you to some coffee.
At Chesed's expense, I'm sure.
You caught me… C'mon. Let's just clear the room, ASAP.

I'm not entirely sure that was necessary…
Be that as it may, speak.
Okay, so. It was really a pain in the ass to figure out everything—there's no sequence to it. It just came in all at once, and it took time to get everything sorted out. Basically, we finish our work with the Hana. Needless to say, we didn't do much. Sometimes I looked in, most of the time I was back here doing whatever. They're no trouble. But after that, usually something would happen on Binah's floor. I could feel it from here.
Another of those 'Realizations,' surely. Those three birds are long past overdue to reunite.
Yeah. And then… something happens, there's a lot of yelling, we fight a rear end in a top hat—
The skeletal gentleman?
Yeah. Sometimes he kills us, sometimes we kill him, eventually things come to an end. Except they don't. Something happens upstairs. Another guest. A big one, rumbling like a Realization.
You never saw who?
I saw something a few times, but it sure as hell wasn't a person anymore. Then smoke spread all over everything. After that, the system was cut off until it was over. The next thing I know, I come to in a warzone, Bishop's pre-murdered in one of five or six different ways, and I get the hell out of there. Then there's a voice, something about the cruel fate of living in a cycle where I can't do anything but watch. I agree that I have to break out of it, and… nothing. It ends there.
I see. And you were unaware of the state of things in these visions?
In all but one. No idea how that works, but to be fair I'm not used to having my brain raked over the coals like this. That time, I tried to warn everyone and Angela listened. She wound up fully completing our floor before Binah's, and. Well, I'll make a long story short: It's WhiteNight again, and us without a dragon to throw at it. We don't even have a skull.
Were we successful in defeating it?
I guess? I was dead for the end of it, but man what a pain in the ass… It's still on its god of the new world schtick. From there, things went about the same. No rumble from Binah's floor, we fight the skeleton again, smoke monster appears, only this time there's some sketchy-looking… thing with a sword right through Angela's gut. Next thing I know, I'm unraveling into pages as the Library stops existing. It turns out even after 10,000 years there were ways to die I hadn't discovered yet.
Then, to summarize: no matter what, there was never a time in which both Apocalypse Bird and WhiteNight were faced?
Pretty much. The Library never had quite enough time to complete itself.
Then its completion must be our priority. Unfortunately… the manner of its completion is entirely out of our hands. We must trust in Angela and that the path the Light has laid out for her will succeed this time.
Okay, and what if it doesn't?
Then it will mean the Light itself has betrayed us. We can only have faith that it will not.
It all comes back to faith again, eh?
Ah, Talow. Everything in this world is ultimately about faith. We must believe in something, or we can only have nothing.
Can I be dismissed before this becomes a sermon..?
It may do you some good to listen for once…
Alright, then.
Rooooland? Where'd you get to?! I had to ask Chesed to start brewing without you!
Ah, sorry, sorry! I'm coming! Just taking a moment to really see how backed up the books are. Yesod's right, they really are all over the place…

All that’s left is to settle this my way.
The Purple Tear was right, you are nearly indistinguishable from a human now. At the same time, the power of the Library which protects you has gotten weaker.
…What is the meaning of this?
You should be more careful when your body is made of flesh rather than metal. But it seems you can’t die from having your head chopped off yet.
Sigh… I suppose I can’t. I was wondering what you were up to.
There’s still an abundance of options that don’t involve killing.
A workshop-crafted assassination device with T Corp’s Singularity applied to it, bought just for you. You may have power, but you’re certainly gullible.
That’s what happens when you accept handshakes from those who oppose you without having a hint of doubt.
First, it paralyzes the target, and when I p—
The device overloads the human brain, causing their mind to experience a thousand years of time passing by… Which is more than enough to ruin the average person’s brain. Just like the WARP trains, huh.
…Olivier. You went to the lengths of the world to join the Hana Association, and now you resort to this extravagant little gadget of doom.
Did you blow your entire fortune on this thing or what? And you spoke too much.
It’s been a while, Roland… I was waiting for you to show up. So you’ve been guarding this monster mimicking a human all along?
Whoa now, she’s no monster, y’know? She’s my responsible boss and a good friend.
Angela. I’ll deal with this fella on my own, so please back off for a bit.
…Thanks. You don’t need my help?
I have to take care of this matter on my own. This is between him and I, so you don’t have to worry.
Alright. …You can call me anytime if you need assistance.
What you’re doing isn’t any different from all the tragedies we’ve seen and gone through… You’ve been perpetuating it in the Library with that machine.
…I won’t expect you to understand me.
…Take these. The gloves of the Black Silence. And let’s say we’ve evened the score now.
With this, I got all the help I could ask of you.
I’m partly responsible for what happened to you, which led you here…
Neither of us had parents or any real family, so you probably thought no one would be concerned about you. And you were wrong. I was actually pretty worried for you, unlike some others in Charles’ Office.
A bunch of thoughts came to my mind when you left after making a lengthy ramble. Not long after that… I heard news that a person who appeared to be the Black Silence was on a crazed rampage across the City. Said he was slaughtering Syndicates that were doing suspicious experiments left and right. His wave of destruction didn’t discriminate. Even Fingers and Fixer Offices were caught in its wake…
I almost had to question myself for a moment when I heard that you crushed a good half of the Middle in the south. It was as if you were venting out all of your frustrations and resentment on the City. And if that were the case… I thought you might keep going and demolish the City itself out of sheer anger and madness.
C’mon, you’re blowing things out of proportion again.
Anyone would’ve thought the same thing if they had looked into your eyes behind that dark mask at the time.
Thanks for worrying, man. I was concerned you might have died an unfortunate death somewhere out there.
I appreciate you coming over to help me along that short call that day… Sorry about… what happened next.
Never mind it. I only rushed to save your ass ‘cause you said I might get a Nest Migration permit.
I’m sorry for all the trouble.
How’re the others doing, anyway? Like Ogier or Astolfo.
Joining Wings, exploring the Ruins… They’ve found their ways to make a living for themselves. We just aren’t how we used to be. We’ve grown too distant.
I see.
…Say, ‘member when the two of us handled an Urban Nightmare case for the first time? The uh… What was that case called…
The Secret of the Demi-glace Sauce, which occurred in the Backstreets of District 16.
Yeah, that! We were just about done with it, and then your arm almost got caught in a blender at the last moment. Though thanks to me, you saved yourself the need to get a new arm. That was one thrilling job.
Huff… Let’s set the record straight.
C’mon man! Can’t you let me come out on top for once!
…Those were the days, still. We didn’t have to worry about too many things, and just stuck to the matters at hand.
Yeah… But you know we can’t go back to those times anymore, Roland. You swallowed your anger and sadness to work with that machine, so I don’t doubt that you’ve prepared yourself for a lot of things.
I know. Both of us have gone too far down our roads. It was nice talking to you after a long while though, Olivier.
I’m only doing my job as a Fixer of the Hana Association now. To retrieve the books of my colleagues, and dispatch threats.
That’s that, and this is this. Isn’t that right?
…Right you are. That’s that, and this is this.
…Let us begin.
That device… I nearly…
Is this what being human entails? This sense of… unease?
Ah, yes. I recall it. The humans I saw every day were uneasy as well. Perhaps that is simply how it is within the City.
Indeed… It is something that needs to be changed.
You are quite certain? That sounds difficult to believe.
True. I will see soon enough…
…
No, it's nothing. Soon, the one book will be in my hands. On that day, everything will be finished. This… is all to get what I'm owed.

Alright, boss. I just changed my reed and I'm ready to—
Not today, Steve. This one is my duty. You guys can all just watch.
Are you sure, si—
Okay, boss. We'll have a siesta. You want your privacy, right?
Appreciated. This is something I have to do.




Very kind of the Library to give me this opportunity. A simple 1-on-1 fight, without any frills.
Ah, your boss's notes said that this would be the right way to proceed, didn't they?
We observed as much, yes.
That's the Hana I've always heard of.



Well. No need to put this off any longer.
Guh..!
You never did waste time.
And you never fought without that mask of yours. 
You're right. I never have.
Is that the face you were always making, then?

This is just for business.
Of course.

…Back to business, then.
Right. Business.





You know… it's funny.
What's funny?
That move you used just now… It was so awkward. Did the Library make you rusty?
You try wearing other people's bodies and see how comfortable you are afterwards.
That's why you haven't done that yet, then.
If I could have, I already would.
I have to warm up first.
I know. I saw how you handled yourself last time.




That mask made you sloppy. You look where you're trying to strike.
…



























… Looks like you remembered how to use those gloves after all.
Yeah. Thanks for everything.

And… 

Huuf… Pah…


You seem… really intense, sir.
You alright..?
Roland.
…Yeah.

That’s well… Umm… A case of… missing the right moment to confess it. I guess?
Though I do wonder, how were the Fixers we’ve seen unable to recognize you?
I completely concealed my identity behind this mask back when I worked as a Fixer.
…A tiny bit of personal info being leaked can come back to bite you in the ankle. It’s a lesson my gran taught me.
If you have any more secrets you’re keeping from me, you’d best find them well-hidden.
Although… You saved me this time, so I’ll forgive it. I might have suffered serious damage if I was forced to endure a thousand years in my current state.
Just doing my job, ma’am.
…And you just lost your friend, are you feeling okay?
…That’s that, and this is this.



Apocalypse Mizu
I've been here with you all from the start of this story until now.
I already know there's no combination of words that could beat those two.



quantumpapaya wrote: ↑Tue Apr 23, 2024 11:54 pmOh man... Apocalypse Mizu is tempting, but I'm incredibly excited and intrigued to see what the murderhobos have in store... plus, Hokma's realization would give us more juicy Talow lore...
Yeah screw it, I'm voting for Mizu >:P
In other news, I think this would also be a good time to mention that Roland shares his name with a legendary knight, also known as Orlando, and who wields a sword called Durandal, and who has a friend named Olivier, and who's featured in the poem Orlando Furioso... yeah, this isn't a coincidence.
"Orlando Furioso" roughly translates to something along the lines of "Enraged Orlando," or perhaps, "Angry Roland."
Yeah... doesn't quite have the same ring to it.
Never apologize for having Feelings. I'm glad to know that my work has an effect on people, tbh—the best part about writing is trying to make your audience feel things about the stuff you're writing and the characters you're weaving stories for. Feelings are the second best thing ever, behind the ability to trigger your own theme song at will with the push of a button.quantumpapaya wrote: ↑Sat Apr 06, 2024 2:22 amLast week I realized that this LP wasn’t finished (I was about halfway through at the time) and I promptly doubled down on my reading in order to catch up before it was finished… it still doesn’t quite feel real yet now that I actually made it.
TeeQueue, I want to thank you so much for making these LPs. I love the agents, the dynamics, the little dialogues you write, the setup– while reading it is certainly a lot of time investment, no other playthrough could make me smile this much. I know you put a lot of time and effort into making this into what it is, and you really are going the extra mile for us-- and I’m very grateful for that : )
I initially started reading your Lobcorp LP because I didn’t think I wanted to get the game but I wanted to know the story anyway, but funnily enough, reading your LP changed my mind about that– soon as I get a computer that won’t fry immediately, I’m buying LC and LoR for sure. I’ve also been inspired by all your agent shenanigans to create some agents of my own; I now have several dozen new OCs and a 30,000-word lore doc, so… suffice to say, your LPs have had a huge impact on me and I’m so glad I found them.
Anyway, I’m stoked to be here to see the last chapter unfold in real time. I can’t wait to see the endgame-– great job so far, good luck moving forward, and again, thank you so much for doing this!
While I’m here, please accept my (very belated) offering of a Very Accurate Depiction of Argalia recruiting Philip into the ensemble:
Sorry for rambling, I just have Feelings about this : P have a great day!
A Hana Fixer’s Page wrote: Each Association has a creed or maxim that reflects its atmosphere. Some emphasize gallant passion, while others aspire to a quiet and cold attitude. The Hana Association is no exception in that it has a number of outwardly seen principles. Coincidentally, they represent the most basic ideas of the attitude a Fixer must have.
We must exercise concentration and resoluteness in all situations. Be diligent to detect the emergence of a new flow, yet be wary not to be swept by the flow yourself. As our occupation involves placing some on low positions and holding others in high regard, we must secure the values that constitute our frame, while amending outdated parts of our ideologies. Thus, we need to have an open mind that can accept opinions that differ from our own in moderation. Be willing to listen to the criticism of others and acknowledge it, but be cautious not to throw yourself into confusion by accepting any and all opinions, changing yourself without due consideration. Change what needs to be changed, but be stubborn about the rules we’ve maintained. In conclusion, we mustn’t fall for temptation or deception.
Much like how a foundation influences the structures that stand on it, these principles serve as a basis for all Associations to uphold. Being the Association that supervises the system of Fixers in general, the principles of the Hana are also applicable to the mindset any Fixer should have.
Mirinae’s Page wrote: There are twelve Fixer Associations across the City, and the Hana Association is the one in charge of general management of the rest. We’re renowned for rating the threat level of hazards that occur in the City, and grading Fixers and Offices. On top of that, we give out Fixer licenses, issue official documents about certain requests, and assign Colors to Fixers who prove themselves to be beyond the grading system. Our Association calls the shots on pretty much everything regarding Fixer activity. Although, there is one thing the Hana Association can’t touch on.
The ratings of hazards in the City are as follows: Urban Myth, Urban Legend, Urban Plague, Urban Nightmare, Star of the City… and Impurity. Most other Associations only deal with Stars of the City or lower. Even though Hana Association has control over grading the hazards… There’s one grade our Association can’t assign: The Impurity. Only the Head has the authority to decide that. I don’t know the exact rationale behind designating Impurities… From what I can see, they seem to declare beings that defile the City as Impurities and banish them to the Outskirts. I suppose the Head manages that part since things like the ethics of the City aren’t subjects we are qualified to discern.
Harold’s Page wrote: Some people ask how Stars of the City, the highest level of urban hazards, are any different from Impurities. They wonder… “Aren’t they disrupting the City’s order?”
If you ask me, this City as it exists with the Stars… might be what the Head thinks as the ideal image of the City.
In the universe that is the City, a center of mass forms for each person who bears a wish for something, and clusters of dreams comparable to interstellar matter gravitate toward those centers. Driven by the force people exert in their efforts to reach those goals, such nebulae repeatedly expand and contract, until they finally fulfill their wishes—creating a Star whose glow we can observe. The people who witness the sparkle of that Star admire how brilliantly it shines in the dark, and entertain the hope that they will shine as brightly one day, making yet more centers in the universe…
Of course, some people will have their eyes fixed to the ground—too busy to gaze at anything other than their path ahead; however, once a person sets their eyes on a Star, they begin to head towards it, using its guidance like a compass. Although they probably aren’t trying to become a Star themselves. They merely want to shine with their dreams for once, not to indulge in the sense of superiority that comes from being high up in the City’s sky.
Olivier’s Page wrote: Roland and I were long-time partners in Charles’ Office since the year dot. There were twelve members in total—excluding Angelica who joined the Office later on to resolve the case of the Blood-red Night. Consisting of rather few Fixers for a Grade 1 Office, it took on various requests, playing to the strengths of the twelve members who had different quirks and characteristics each. Roland and I got along well together, so I often worked with him. Well, not exactly for that reason. To be precise, someone had to keep his impulse to jump into action before thinking on a dog’s leash.
“Valor without forethought is little more than a bluff, and there is more strength in discretion than recklessness.” I wonder if you remember this piece of advice I gave when you were still prone to take action without thinking. I remember you conceding it and taking a step back. Although I gave you that advice, now I understand that it’s not without fault. Thinking alone doesn’t make progress, and too much caution can be a harm to oneself. I had the prudence, and you had the unhesitating action. We helped each other with our strengths, and we could just live on by dealing with matters at hand back in the day. Maybe those were the days when we could laugh and lament the most, and carry out our lives just like that. But now we’ve come too far to go back—so did you, and so did Charles’ Office.

So, what do you think? It meets your expectations, doesn't it~?
I'm not sure… It tastes good to me, but there are others to think about.
Does the taste even matter that much?
It does.
Huh. In that case, why not go with that… machyato?
It wouldn't pair quite right with the snacks Hod's prepared, I'm afraid~
Knock-knock.
Who's there~?
Buncha librarians.
Buncha librarians who~?
Buncha librarians here to kidnap you!!
What the-? The hell's going on?!
You're between cups of coffee, and we were considering having tea. And I thought about how I'm always coming here for some of the good stuff…
So it was decided that our penance would include providing some for you all. Please do not resist.
Well, if you're going to put it like that… How are we supposed to refuse?
You're not! Hup-cha!
Oh, my!
Oi, oi, put me down, would you?! I can walk jus' fine!
And I got the coffee guy! Let's move, people!!
Brings back memories, doesn't it~?
Ahh shove it, you.
It is quite a shame to know that such is the pitiable hill you choose to die on. Perhaps your tongue has been paralyzed by the overbearingly thick, strong flavor and scent.
Oh, it’s Angela. What are you doing here?
…I was just meandering around using the bit of free time I have. What about you lot, then? Are you engaging in a book discussion or whatever?
While that activity piques my interest as well… At the moment, we are having a friendly chat between Patron Librarians.
We were kinda dragged here by her assistants, though~
It is regrettable that you put it that way.
The assistant librarians?
Mmhmm~ They sometimes visit my floor for a cup of coffee. Not many other floors make it a habit to enjoy fine beverages. I was having some coffee with Hod and Gebura~ Then they suddenly brought us here, saying they’d like to return the favor. Isn’t that a surprise?
Should’ve realized that they were hers from the color of their attire…
Sounds like you’re on friendly terms with assistant librarians.
They’re our coworkers, no need to be cold with them.
Maybe. Why do you ask?
I was wondering if you could stick around for a cup of tea. Since you’re here, why don’t you help yourself~? No coffee, though; I only brought mine.
We don’t get to talk with you like this often.
…Fine, I’ll accept your offer.
Do not be too harsh on them. Refreshments such as these are a necessity from time to time. They are all busy workers, racing to get their jobs done.
Well, even though we’re here together, that doesn’t mean we’re all that comfortable with each other~
Still, I think it’s amazing that we can gather round and face each other in the first place.
…It’s unfortunate that I can’t taste or smell the tea you troubled to prepare for me.
Soaking up this atmosphere is nice enough, I think?
Though, as great as it’d be to be able to enjoy it together next time~
…Anyway, thank you for the conversation. I’ll be going now.
Come over to my floor sometime~ Roland is an occasional visitor, so feel free to bring him with you if you don’t feel like coming on your own~
I’ll consider it if I get any free time later.
My hunch leans toward yes~
Well, at any rate. This was a lovely time, but we should get back down to my floor…
Ah, right. We still need to figure out what kind of coffee we'll be having at the next book club meeting.
I've still got no idea why you dragged me into this.
You and Paul have similar palates, so…
For real? Huh…
Did you enjoy your respite, my children?
Sure did! It was tea-riffic!
From the way you said that… it sounds like we're about to have work to do.
Of course, dear. Gird yourselves for what is to come… our next trial already approaches.
Ooo, ominous!

Nope. She never really told me about who she was based on, and I didn’t really wanna bother asking further.
Angela was created in the image of the person named Carmen. She was one who sought to change the City.
Hang on, what? You mean the Carmen who recruited people for her quest to cure humanity?
She strove to create a world without conflict. To elaborate, her idea of utopia was one in which people did not harm each other, and could mutually understand.
She dreamed of a world where people could dream… Alas, she could never reach that ideal herself, tragically. The fruit of her research could only be borne after she sacrificed her life for it.
And the Head didn’t miss that prime opportunity to strike?
Of course, her cause was an important offense… even though that was not all. Angela was meant to be a substitute of Carmen.
The one who created Angela and carried out the plan…
And the one I am keeping an eye on; he was the same type of individual as I.
He was frail, yet could not be understood by anyone. It may be that he desperately longed for understanding from another being for that reason.
So you’re saying Angela was made to fill the Carmen-sized hole in his heart?
The forbidden endeavor to create someone to look over his fragile self. A cocktail of irony and lingering attachment… self-loathing and insanity. The irony of codependency where the two gravely needed each other but could never be next to one another. The abiding affection for Carmen that compelled him to create a mechanical copy of her, even though there was no real need for such resemblance.
The result ended up resembling him more than Carmen, funnily enough. The self-contempt that stemmed from countless contradictions and regrets. And the insanity of neglecting Angela to suffer for nigh eternity when she was capable of having a mind that is no different from humans.
Beautiful, is it not?
Yet he was a beacon of virtue for some.
There is no such thing as “good” in this world, however. There is only what is perceived as such. It is not up to the individual to dare make universal judgement…
Right. And I bet he was a spawn of evil to others…
Humans are bound to view the world while carrying certain things on their backs.
You are no exception, of course.
And I was left alone when she was gone not too long after. Looking for a way to make a living for myself, I jumped into the world of Fixers at a young age. I had my gran to thank for that, since she taught me how to survive as a Fixer before she left.
I spent all of my time dealing with requests and errands for others, rather than doing anything for myself. In time, I gradually forgot. Was there anything that I could do for myself?
I thought as I watched the naked and explicit facets of the City. Should I settle for a life where I won’t lack for anything crucial…? Will I be happy if I live in the Nest…?


I said fuck off.
…Huh?
Try looking at what’s in front of you for once. You’ll miss the most important things if you’re always looking back, don’t you know?
…You’re not getting any thanks from me.
I wasn’t expecting any.
And I’m still getting credit for this one’s head.
What is a young green sprout like you doing here anyway, partaking in this war?
It’s none of your business.
I bet you’re here for the migration permit to the Nest.
…Are you here for that too, old fart?
I’m a Nest resident at birth, so I don’t quite need that.
…The hell are you here for, then.
A badge of I Corp’s Nest…
An entire Association has been hired, you see. I frankly don’t know what we’re fighting for.
This smoke admittedly made the City a nasty mess, I’ll give you that… But they won’t tell us anything beyond that. All we ought to do is go and kill whoever we’re ordered to kill. Such are the principles of the Fixers, and this City as a whole.
…Say, kid. How many kills have you scored in this war until now?
Twenty three.
Think your life is worth more than twenty-three people?
No… All I did was strike at them with my sword so I could live… My life probably isn’t worth anything more than one…
And yet some higher ups believe that a handful of this smoke is worth more than tens of thousands of lives.
Hrrrk…
You vomit with your mask on? Hrp…
…Filthy tot. You made me queasy as well.
What… is that thing…
You’d better get used to this kind of scenery. The Singularities that keep the City running all have a nasty truth or two hidden from the public eye. Well, we’ll be subjected to amnestic treatment now that we’ve seen this. Though this disgust won’t go away entirely.
What…? This was what’s behind the splendor of the City? The City could be in motion thanks to this crap…?
You learned a valuable lesson today, kid.
But I can’t forget the dreadful image of what makes this City a prosperous place. This sickening world itself. They don’t realize that their convenience is built on the sacrifice of numerous others.
They wouldn’t even want to know.
Numerous people came and went in my life. Countless crises and hardships later, all that remained by my side were the twelve Fixers in Charles’ Office.
Gasp… Huhh… Huff…
…I just nodded off for a moment, that’s all.
What are you…? Oh, you must be the new one. You know how everyone else who took this request died awful deaths, right?
“Why should I begrudge it, since during the hours when my soul crushed the depths of my heart, it was seated there beside me?”
Great, I get to work with a sicko.
It’s a passage from a poem I like. It helps me accept the agony rather than suffer trying to shake it off.
Just what kind of augmentation did you get to be so strong… You almost crushed the back of my skull!
You aren’t any less of a sicko if I’m being honest, mister. I heard you keep that mask on at all times like a creepy psycho. That said, I also heard you’re quite skilled. Say mister, why won’t you take your mask off, anyway?
Don’t pry. We’re both Grade 1, let’s not cross each other’s lines. You know the unspoken rules.
No I don’t, mister.
Stop with that “mister” crap, it’s making me feel awkward. The documents say you’re older than me, too…
And I swear I’m gonna pay you back for hitting me twice before the contract with Charles’ Office ends, so you’d better be prepared.
You mean three times, my good mister sir?
Huh? But I could’ve sworn I only got hit twice—
…You piece of—!
It’s pretty much unavoidable to talk with coworkers on a long-term mission. Perhaps I should’ve kept my silence.
Was it because of all my colleagues… No, all the people who died so early and suddenly before I could even call them colleagues—that I grew a yearning for something more?
Why did I bother opening up to her…
To be precise, I was a test subject in a Wing, apparently. And when they were done experimenting with me, they dumped me in the Outskirts. I don’t really remember what kind of experiments I went through… but the horrible feeling still persists.
How unfortunate.
You’re cold, mister.
It’s just too banal.
Yeah… I guess it really is a cliché story when you put it that way. What about you? Tell me something more about your mask.
…Focus on work.
Her reason was that as a Fixer, it’s important to not let your potential enemies remember your face—if I remember correctly. But now I had to keep my mask on for another reason.
I couldn’t stand to take it off. I couldn’t stand to be open with a clear conscience in this City.
The mask became my own enclosed world I couldn’t leave.
So please leave my brother be… Please let him go…!!
…Ack!
Dozing off in the middle of a mission, are ya? I don’t think you’re one to criticize anyone else’s sleeping habits, hm?
Hey! Hold on! That hurt too much!!!
I still have two more hits to go. And wow, you’re just dropping your courtesy because you’re hurt.
…
Sigh… I got a little agitated, sorry mister. My childhood must have come back to me while I was asleep.
…You told me about it before. The part about you having a brother is new to me, though.
What about you, Roland? It’s about time you told something about yourself.
…I participated in the Smoke War.
An acrid smoke covered the whole City for a while thanks to that war.
I can’t remember what it was anymore… But I still have a feeling that I witnessed something I shouldn’t have to this day. And the feeling that I’m taking part in something no better than fueling that disgusting origin.
It’s like something is boiling within me.
Copious amounts of agonies surround the City. Maybe the reason you’re always wearing that mask is…
Heads up. The target is approaching your location.
…Back to work. We’re almost done with this long mission.
She employed sly trickery to kidnap people from the Backstreets and the Nest alike. The victims were later found in the Backstreets as corpses.
Animated corpses.
The bodies are empty inside. I have no idea how they’re able to move. But they kept walking anyway. They endlessly craved for fresh things, as if to fill their emptied bodies.
She was only designated as a Star of the City so quickly because the Nest saw direct harm, I bet.
So many people died on the way here.
You and I managed to survive it, though.
Should we consider that lucky, or unlucky, mister?
Check this out… How many people did it take to make everything here? I’m guessing at least three thousand folks.
You must’ve made quite a bit of effort to catch me, seeing as you’ve come all the way here?
Sure as hell have. Took two damn years to track you down.
The strings decorating this room are all human blood vessels.
She’s been kidnapping people at random and extracting all the veins from their bodies. The things we dealt with on our way were the shells you took all the veins out of, as I expected.
They were just crude contraptions of flesh lacking their own will, unfortunately. It wasn’t what I was looking for. I was hoping for ones whose veins were flowing with blood that’s a little more enticing…
Whatever your sentiment is, your little game ends now… Tonight, a Star of the City shall fall.
We’re almost there!
Hey!!! Watch your back!!!
…Aaargh!!!
…You didn’t have to—!
Hahh… So sweet.
You damn bitch!!!
…This won’t be the last you see of me. The night shall fall once again someday.
Shut up! And die!!
They only give a few dry words of consolation; they never wish to truly understand each other’s pain. But Angelica was different; she wanted to learn more about the pain I was bearing. My agony is abstract and enormous.
Could you really understand me?
…“You are like those who never left the sad fireside corner of my poor black heart…” It’s finally over… Good work, mister…
Keep it together! Hey! You can’t just die like this… I can’t have you die because of me…
Don’t close your eyes! Stay with me!!!
…Wha?
Sigh… I was just trying to lie flat and rest a bit… And then you almost beat me to death…
Thank goodness…
Are you actually relieved or what? It’s hard to tell what you’re thinking behind that mask, mister.
…I’m wearing this mask because I don’t want to show my face to anyone. I was not proud to face the abominable deeds of the City I’m contributing to… I don’t want my contorting face to be seen…
I don’t have the confidence to show myself to anyone…
…Sometimes, I think… If we can kill so many people nonchalantly just because Associations and Offices ordered us to, excusing it as part of our work… Then we could be killed by someone with the same kind of excuses.
Even if we were to get murdered in the City one day… we wouldn’t be able to make any complaints about it. That’s what makes me scared.
I guess you really were worried for me, though? It’s bearable to look at.
Gah… My face, it hurts.
I don’t get why you care so much about all the problems in the City like that’s your burden. That’s that, and this is this. You know?
That’s that, and this is this…
Yeah. I guess that’s how this City is…
The person who then became the new foundation of my world. She showed me the way to turn away from the City’s agonies even without my mask.
You may have been a good person, but I would not consider you a wise one. You heard about the pain I was bearing, and taught me how to turn a blind eye to it.
You said you embraced the pain, but you only pretended to do so.
O my sorrow, you are better than a well-beloved.

Come, now.






I suppose it was inevitable that we would view this story once more..
I see you have arrived, dear. You intend to watch over our task?
Of course. There's no telling what may happen during this battle, given the… unusual state of your Librarians.
Yes, I'm interested to see what will happen as well.
What's that supposed to mean? Don't tell me things are going to be even more of a pain than usual..!
Such fear, such excitement… there is no need for any of it. Come, rest and be free.
Lamp wrote:Let me close my eyes in peace… I want to fall sound asleep now…
Let’s get out of this place. I’ll help you with it…
There can’t be any better way than this to escape from pain and insecurity.
You’ll join me and sleep here…
With just one simple act, I’ll give you a permanent and comfortable rest…
You’ve been freed from the other dangers, how can you not see this as salvation?
I’m only helping you so you will no longer tremble in fear…
There won’t be anything to be afraid of anymore. Just go to sleep… Fall asleep…
Let’s be free before we have to face that fear…
One attaches to me for each head that was chopped off, and I turn my gaze away—looking for a new person.

Woah… My head feels all tingly.
Is it attempting to lull you to itself?
Oooh… yeah, that's the one. Shiny~
Come closer. Rest without pain or stress.
Okee-dokie!


Retry Count: 9. I did not remember.Another Timeline wrote:
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I'll handle myself. We know best what will hurt us.
The task shall fall to you. The rest of you, it is time to cull the chaff. Do not listen to the thoughtless utterings of a man drowning in forgotten dreams.
I'm just going to hope this body is immune to that hypnotic effect…
It isn't.
Gee. Thanks, boss.
Now… until we get to the end of the dream, we shall be your partner.
Huh… these cuties are squishier than last time!
You can tell?
Of course! I know how squishy every cutie I've played with is~
C'moooon..! I wanna look into those eyes..!
You don't deserve to do as you like.
…Hm.
You are simply taking their attacks.
I am taking the measure of their resolve.
Isn't that what led to your death?
Come now, dear. These are nowhere near the Red Mist's level.
Come… come and rest. We'll escape together.
I'm trying, but I'm getting in my waaay!
And I will continue to do just that, denying your every wish.


Two of them.
Ma'am?!
Two of those eyeballs shall be destroyed with this salvo of attacks. Choose whichever you prefer.
Oh, uh… Geez, like that's something we can just pick.
Is there any reason you cannot?
It's a fight, there's no way to tell what's going to happen…
That doesn't matter! Miss Binah said two go down, so two are goin' the heck down!
That's… I know she's good in a fight, but—
I have guided your hands time and time again, through rote work in an indeterminate hell. I am fully aware of the capabilities of the children here.
—I'll give it a shot. 
Be quick, then. Lo, one of the predicted two has fallen already.
And I don't have the oomph to finish the second one off.
Concern yourself no further. You have done enough.
Come on… This is seriously getting frustrating!
You are still denied, my other self. Return to your senses.
Uuuugh, fine.
Our innocent self is suppressed. What of your work, traitor?
I thiiink I just about got this lil' eye cutie to pop! One more hit, and—
Got it! Sorry Mister Roland, I think I got eyes all over your eyes!
You have freed it from pain. You deserve only praise. Now, I shall help you as well.
Sorry, but I'm pretty sure Miss Binah doesn't want me to sleep just yet!
Are you back with us, big one?
Better than that! While I was all doozly and confoozly, I managed to get a good hold on the lamp in my mind!
They run and they run… Why flee from salvation? Is it too bright to rest your eyes?
Come… I'll dim the lights, so you can slip into sweet slumber. No more fear.


Clear the remaining servants. Then, our path shall nearly be open.
You speak as though you already know what Roland is capable of.
As I should. There are none in this place who spent more time with the Abnormalities than I. Their proclivities are known to me.
I did not believe you were so diligent with your work.
I was not provided a choice.



Guh-!
Gosh, why'd it get so dark?
This happened in whatever department the Big Bird escaped to, so it shouldn't be a surprise for us…
It didn't do it last time, though! Silly Roland, thinking he's allowed to just change things up because he's wearing a cutie's skin on him~!
Do not shy away from what is known to be true. What does the inclusion of darkness mean, children?
That he's a cheatyface!
Maybe we just beat up the Big Bird too fast?
It's neither. The books make an environment perfect for those creatures. Likewise, the Bird only made it dark when it was released from its containment in the Company. The 'darkness' it spreads is an attempt to make its surroundings more to its liking.
An interesting assumption… what conclusion does it lead you to?
Oh! Oh! The one where the cutie power is mine!
Of course not. It's obvious if you so much as look at his face beneath that haphazard mask.
Roland isn't comfortable in this dream of his. The darkness spreads because he can never be comfortable.
It's dangerous here… I'll help you escape… Let's go together…
There is a thread of truth to what you say. And yet, he seeks salvation for others just as the creature whose shell he bears.
Must… be saved…
Ooo… shiny~
Ahh, beans! They're all loopy looped again! Let's stop 'em and punish that bad cuteish!
Hold off on punishing him a moment more, child. It wouldn't be wise.
Huh?
Do you not see it? Look carefully at that man's cunning trap.

Ooh, that's really clever! Sneaky little cuteish!
Just block their way.
Okee-doke! Stop right there!
Wh… what? Why won't you let me pass..!
Ummm… I dunno!
Because to proceed would mean death. Your wants must be denied.
Aww… you're just being self-flagellating like always, Patchy.
Yes… but also, you would die.
Oh. That's a pretty ok reason, I guess.

Lights are on! It's smashin' time, right?
Yeah… It's time to put an end to this.


I don't understand… This is all for your salvation. Come to me… then you can live without fear of tomorrow.
But I don't fear tomorrow!
Things might be scary, and I don't really remember anything from before I woke up here. But everything is so fun, and even the stuff that seems bad isn't as bad as people say it is!
If you're so damn lucid, why are you charging at the bird?
Oh! Because he worked very hard on that light, so it'd be rude to ignore all that effort.
…
Would it sound better if I said "Because I'm walking onward without fear?"

Ooh, that one! It pops! 
Somehow or another, it seems your chance has arrived.
Indeed. And for this power to be offered with such ironic timing… Perhaps these Abnormalities do experience humor. 
What the… Ah, man, was I dazzled?
Pretty much! Don't worry, I beat the snot out of you!
…Great. Let's just finish the bird off.
Heck yeah we are! No sleeping on the job, Mister Roland!
Meeting salvation with such violence… Can't you see that only pain lies in front of you?
Well, doi! Because she's right behind you, silly!
..?
Oh, sorry! I meant 'punishment' is behind you. My bad!
You shouldn't tell the enemy what I'm doing when I have the drop on them.
Oh, it's fiiine! They didn't even have time to react before—
That trickery… you only did such a thing because no one would punish you.
I'll punish those who wrong me. Then, they'll stop..!Beak wrote:If one commits sin, isn’t it only right that they are justly punished…?
Bearing the karma of my loved one… I shall bring a just punishment upon those who robbed me of what is mine.
We are punished for our sins, but it’s clear that yet more will sprout from the roots of sin.
Thus, punishment must uproot sin…
People have committed misdeeds since long ago…
And why do they commit them, knowing it’s wrong?
But perhaps the same can be said of me. One is only obligated to follow their own justice.
The pain of ripping myself open was nothing; the agony of losing you had numbed me.
And I wish to inflict the pain back on them.
Isn’t it truly wicked to commit a sin and then fear the punishment?







Before what? Don't just leave me in suspense forever!
This isn't good. Can't you feel it?
…Oh, shucks! I can feel it! We're…
We're going to see that ULTRA-Cutie before too long! Oh boy oh boy I can't wait!
…Nevermind. I likely won't have to deal with our ignorance much longer, in either case.
Hey, wait a second. Did beating that bird up somehow do something to the big Mizu?
It seems so… how unexpected.
Her mind appears to be unresponsive. As if it's been pulled somewhere else…
The controls from L Corp can still be activated, yes?
I can reinstate them, certainly… but you would be controlling her body as well as your own.
I have not forgotten that interminable hell, dear. Controlling the bodies of two or three of them should still be quite simple.
The energy's basically free now. Do whatever you want. 
Heck yeah! The faster we beat this guy up, the sooner we can get to the ULTRA cutie~!
Punishment… for your sins…
It seems I have his attention at the moment. Grasp the opportunity.
I guess there aren't any sinners bigger than you, huh ma'am?
Perhaps… but that depends on one's own definition of 'right' and 'wrong.'
After all, I have always acted in accordance with my own guidelines. If that is 'sin,' then who cannot say the same?
Yes, we are all following our own justice… and it is with that justice that I damn you to this punishment.
I appreciate your leniency.
I got one of the other birds! It won't be moving for a while.
The punishment is administered… Now, who else has sinned..?
This form he's in… we can't clash weapons with him or he'll just hit us all the harder.
I understand your reservations, but if we never attack, we can't proceed…
Should it come to it, I could have the Mizu I control draw his attention.
There's no choice. I'll just strike it, and when it attacks…
Um… are we missing a Mizu?

HUP-CHA!!
Of course…
Well you were all being boring, and it didn't seem like he was gonna' attack… so I just smacked him a good one!
That intuition of yours never stops being absurd.

Regardless, we've opened a pathway. Take it!
Oh no, no thanks. I'll make sure these birds can't overwhelm us.
A good attention to detail… but you need not worry about such trifles.
Heehee~! He's just as bouncy as the real thing!
You've sinned… and as a sinner, you are to be punished.
Do not fear… what you've rightly earned.
Hah! Am I supposed to be afraid? You didn't even turn red.

So… what do we do? Just dodge when it attacks?
No. From the very start, that was a plan borne of desperation. After observing the Abnormality which makes up this E.G.O for so long, there is a better way.
And that is..?
Before it can ever attack…
Crush it absolutely.
Wow… that is way better!
Why… do you run from your just punishment?
Isn't it obvious?
That bird justifies ripping others in half as a punishment, but its own self is ripped open each time as well. You can't mete out pain to others without harming yourself. Thus, I have sinned.
Ghh…
Ultimately… pain is pain, and those who inflict it deserve it all the same.
That includes you as well. 
I welcome it. The issue is that your punishment could never match the magnitude of my sin. You would tear yourself apart before even reaching a tenth of its depth.
It is to know such things that justice was created. To measure your sins, and punish you for them.
Measure them, hm..? As if this trio ever could with so broken a scale.
Yeah, I get where this is going… Do your thing, Roland.
Binah, please use my body as well.
Of course.
You question the "justice" we have found… then let me show you.
The reasoned judgment from which justice is born.Justita wrote:When I lift these scales, I wish for immortality upon the sinner…
I condemn you, but you will still commit more sin without end…
All men sin, consciously or not.
And you lot have committed an unforgivable sin against me.
That’s why you need to be judged, and this won’t change…
I was distressed because I couldn’t overlook any little thing…
There will never be a day when this scale of justice does not tilt…
I will liberate you from the agonizing feeling of guilt…
Living an honest life has to be an impossibility in this City…
There can’t be such a thing as unfairness… I shall judge you solely by my discrimination…
When I’ve taken off the old sins, I shall be free at last.







How interesting. It appears your judgment is lacking.
It isn't. Guilty, guilty, all of you are guilty… This scale must tilt. It will only ever tilt. There can be no doubt.
If that is what you say.
Children, seal his motions immediately.
Yes, ma'am!
You will not feel guilt for much longer. I will free you from the weight of your sin.
Oh? And who is to say that I feel guilt about my actions? I have only ever done the tasks I was assigned.
Then your judgment is lacking.

I disagree! Miss Binah has the best judgment!
Such blindness... Within this city there is only sin… my scale balances as it does because of the festering rot beneath it all.
No, your scale balances like it does because it's broken? Silly, I know you're blindfolded but you should be able to tell.
So since you're making everything up anyways, why not just flip around which side is which, and boom! Nobody's guilty, and everyone wins!
That isn't judgment or justice..!
It's just as fair as that gangly bird ever was.
Aww, it was a heckin' cutie, though!
In either case, you've lowered his guard.
Then it's time to observe where all of this is going.
It's likely you will lose access to another Mizu's consciousness.
If it occurs, so be it. I can control them without issue.
Children. Rest for a moment. You both will need options for what is to come.
Aye-aye, Miss Binah!
You're not even worried about the whole 'loss of consciousness' thing?
Nah! Worrying won't do me any good… so why bother?
Complaint after complaint… Such things as judgment and punishment are meant to save you from that which would hurt you. That is justice.
If that is what you say.
Now, let us continue from the essence to the result of things. The tragedy of this avian triad.
Okee-dokie, Miss B—!
The third Mizu's consciousness has been lost as well.
Then we shall capture the result of this with our own eyes.
Tragedy..? No, we are only protecting the forest… Helping others.
That stranger, they came into the forest that day…
A nobody.
But it was peaceful, and they were suspicious… We couldn't break that peace.
We cast them out. But they had the audacity to grow angry…
Soon, a tragedy will befall the forest. It will be tainted with misdeeds and evil, and there will be constant conflict. The tragedies will only stop when a terrible beast appears and devours everything. The sun and moon will shine upon the forest no longer; the forest will never go back to what it was before.
Of course we would worry. The forest was our home. We loved it more than anything. We needed to protect it.
So we became guardians of the forest!
My eyes can see far. My eyes can see things others cannot. I will watch over the forest.
But what if the beast shows up in the middle of the night, when the sky is dark and everyone is asleep?
And so I tore off my own feathers, burning them to make an everlasting lamp. They shall be safe day and night.
To ensure a proper judgment of anyone who would enter the forest, I used my scales. They would measure any sin, fair and just.
But what if the scale doesn't tip in either direction someday?
Such a gray area could not be allowed… So I made a new scale. One which would always show a result.
And to protect the forest, I give my all. The wrongdoers met justice by my beak.
But your beak is so small, no one would find it hurtful.
So I tore my maw apart, wide enough to swallow anything whole.
We did it to watch over them… but rumors spread anyways.
To protect them… but no one came back to the forest.
To help them… but even we heard what people would say.
I heard terrible things happen to any creature that enters the forest. The Big Bird is always watching the creatures there, there's no freedom.
The Long Bird's scale isn't fair at all.
The Small Bird's punishment is so scary.
We worked so hard to protect this forest… but no one appreciated it.
Fights broke out every day. Fewer visitors came, and every day there were more complaints.
As hard as we could work… it wasn't enough.
No, this forest is so vast and wide, the three of us aren't enough to protect all of it.
But there is no creature to protect this forest but us.
If we combined our power, we could be stronger.
So they did it. For the forest they loved.
The day when Big Bird's eyes that could see hundreds of kilometers away, Long Bird who could judge any sin, and Small Bird's mouth that could devour everything united into one, darkness fell upon the forest.
Creatures screamed in terror and fear at the sight of the bird, and the forest soon fell into mayhem.
Next time, on Library of Ruina: "Through the Dark Twilight."
Hoorgh… That was weird. Did time just kind of hiccup for anyone else?
Binah, I've lost track of her consciousness entirely. This is outside of our past experiences.
Indeed, something strange has occurred. Let us observe it and see where it may lead.
I've transferred the control back over to you.
Ooh, this is neat! Your voices don't reach me, but I can still see them. And my voice no longer carries to you, as well? Then it's only the others who hear it now.

Oh! But where are my manners? This is so confusing, to speak as three when I am one. I'm not these three bodies anymore… Not Just, not Punished, and certainly no longer Huge. I'm… an apocalypse as well? Or perhaps all of them at once? Another thing entirely? Well… no matter how it's sliced!
I am still a Mizu in each case. It's the perfect name for myself!
Hey… I'm not going to go loopy from this too, am I?
What do you believe?
…Well.
I believe there is a way bigger problem staring at us right now.
A mega ultra cutie of a problem.
That much is undeniable. Deal with what you can today, and worry not for a future you may yet not see.
This Abnormality has proven too much to be contained entirely within in Roland's distorted form. It may attack alongside him. Be ready.
How interesting… I shall.
The time for words has ended. You will sink here. Thus is my judgment, my punishment… and my salvation.Twilight wrote:Those who endure until the last moment shall reach an apocalypse for themselves…
Nothing will dare harm you.
When you reach the end, there will be no such thing as fear…
Sink with me together. Don’t take another step forward, and just stop here…
This is my judgement and punishment against all, and salvation at the same time.
What if something is taken from me while I turn away for a split second?
What if my mind wavered—deterred me from making a fair outcome?
Seeing this, what can I accomplish with my small power…
The darkness will forever be the same, so I only have myself to trust… I surrender all of my being to the fire at last.
The blade is always pointed in the same direction… The one that I deem correct.
Finally. The strength and outcome I have mustered are revealed… The time has come to punish my wrongdoings and yours alike.
I am but one of the many who play the tunes of the apocalypse in the abyss…
…I’m afraid. I’m afraid of what the end might be like.
Although, the end won’t be as excruciating as now—fearing what it might be…

Twilight, Roland's final form, is a cuteish with a number of unique mechanics. Unlike the last time we had to deal with Apocalypse Bird, this time the eggys are all being carefully guarded. We'll have to knock him on his butt if we want to break any of them! Each phase has its own weakness, and we want to target it, as other attack types are resisted… thats like, four times different! He also uses a buncha' different attacks, and gets special ones based on his phase. He always starts off in Big Eye's phase, and it's the real doozy.
For starters, everyone gets the Big Eyes egg effect on them, so their Power's all pooped out. Can't weaken him in this state, and we can't get any stronger either. It's a problem for how we fight!
Blind Faith would help with that… but this isn't Mr. Hokma's floor so we don't believe in things for just no reason around here. We'll handle it with what we have. Besides, it's not like Twilight there has any strong attacks to go with it, ri~ight?
Sure enough. That first attack, Surveillance, really isn't much of anything. An 8-8 Mass Summation page? Hah! I eat those for breakfast. When Miss Binah lets me eat the pages. Which is never. It does make the two people it targets Horrified, though, which does… something bad.
Oh! Four Paralysis and all Stagger Resistances turn to Fatal to both targets. That's pretty bad, but if you never get hit it basically doesn't matter. Maybe that's why it stops our Power, though… Paralysis will still mess them up even through that, so it's a cunning plan. But if that's as bad as it gets…
Haha… I didn't fool anyone with that one, did I? Brilliant Eyes is way scarier, being a Mass Individual page whose first two dice steal Light from everyone it hits. It's very easy to have our Light curve go straight into the ground. Of course, Patchy's build lets us blunt the worst of this effect—regaining three light every turn will do that, you know?
I think… on some level I may have had an inkling. That's why I built it. To atone for all the wrong I've done… a gun who feels bad for being used as a gun. Even if it doesn't make sense, it's a precious feeling I'll cling on to. Nothing makes sense in this world after all.
The other attacks aren't a big deal at all. Light Illuminating the Forest gets to go again if it kills one of us, but that shouldn't ever happen because we aren't completely terrible at this.

I'm not sure what 'peak Ruina' means, but this definitely looks like it!
Only those who have been through hell, who have been tempered by the end of all things shall reach their own end. Then, only then will you have the knowledge to choose for yourself.
So you say that none should choose for themselves until they have reached that end? But in that case, how could it be said that they will be able to choose even then?
Word games from a desiccated husk are light as a burning feather. At the end, they shall find salvation and lose all sense of fear.
Yes… I find children are frequently quite useful once all will has been beaten out of them as well.
Again you twist my meaning.
Do I?
Holy crap, I don't know who's scarier… Why do I have to deal with this alone?!
Oh, silly. You're not alone! Just as the cutie is looking down from the background, I'm looking at you from this side too. You'll be fiiiine~
So anyways, for Surveillance they both just stand there, menacingly.

Then suddenly: eyes! I feel like I saw this before, honestly.
But it's fine, because the other attack is the important one.
He's not doing anything. Then where..?
The bird itself is charging its laser.

Got it, thanks!
Everyone blocks the first two shots no problem. Those are the bad ones, so it's fine from here.
The lasers are really pretty to look at, though. Good thing that we don't get hypnotized in this part of the fight, huh? That'd be a mess.
The opening moments of the bird's rage has always been the most difficult to weather. Things will simplify once we have crushed its eggs.
I won't let you. Everything is within my sight… I won't leave them alone for an instant.
He's got a point, Miss Binah. We can't rely on it to teleport around this time.
If he doesn't move, we'll make him unable to move.
Mmm… Still glad I'm on this side of the fight, I think.
Unfortunately, disaster strikes! Patchy's body got Staggered before she could use her badass sword move, so she's not going to be able to use that totally badass sword move for the rest of the fight. You know how it is when you're trying to do something cool and someone completely cramps your style, right? It's the worst.
We've finally stripped away all his defenses, ma'am! I'll do what I can!
Because each of the birdmodes has its own weakness, Identify Weakpoint is suuuper valuable here, too. When you can see what a cutie wants, you can always deliver after all~ Chiral's going to be having no problem at all dealing big damage in any of this fight's phases.
One by one, you step forward in this darkness and strike at me. But I will not falter.
I shall bring you peace.
My my.
Peace for All is a heckin' chonker of a Summation Mass Attack, and with Patchy Staggered that body will be taking 36 damage. She's got 86 HP so it's fine, but that's still a lot of hurt to pour on!
The other two attacks aren't anything worth writing home about, though.
Anyways, we don't want to take THAT much damage, so we have Miss Binah fire off a Shockwave. The protection is worth double on Staggered Librarians, after all!
Wait, 'we?' I'm seeing all of this, sure, and I'm talking about it like I think I'm s'posed to… but am I also doing this?
What is the purpose of the one who sees things from this side? What does it mean to 'narrate,' anyways? Can events be changed, or are we merely watching and relaying them..? If I don't like the result, do I have to accept it?
Huh… No matter how deep I look, I can't find the answer. It may well be something beyond human consciousness's ability to accept… or maybe there isn't an answer. Like an inkblot!
An inkblot… you know, they gave me those when they tested my mental stability! I always saw cuties. It's really fun trying to figure out which cutie it is from the curves and the bloopy bits.
You're not going to try and call this one a greeting, right?
Certainly not. This one is for our defense.
For this attack, the Apocalypse Bird rears back one of its massive claws…
WHAP! Right down it goes, bonking everyone! Except we blocked most of it, but even the guys who got smacked didn't get it too-too bad so it's fine. Though… Hum.
I've felt that claw like, a bajillion times? And I remember that it used to do 23-45 Black damage. But now it's all 18 blunt? Maybe the Library and the Company both had different ways of tracking this stuff… or maybe Roland's making it weaker? Because he's not a proper cutie afficionado? Yeah, that makes sense!

Ah. I've gotten off on a tangent, huh? Um… Okay, let's try this: "Using their totally powerful skills, Miss Binah and the others kick Mister Roland's butt! Hard!"

Well, I guess I can't do that much from this side of things. Still, I didn't know he could shoot zappies from his lamp! So that's a cool thing we've all learned. 

Geez..!
Struggle as much as you want. I will not disappear, as long as they exist.
Boss, I can't do this any longer..!
Then crumble under the onslaught for a time. We shall cover while you regain your footing, so long as your back remains unbending.
Easy for you to s—
Ghh!
The attacks we ignored in the first few phases come back to bite us on the tooshie here, since nobody has a lot of SR left right now. We could have just taken Mind Hauler on everyone to fix that…
But momma' didn't raise no Sweeper Lover.
Come to think of it, momma' didn't get to raise much at all. She forgot her keys… or maybe they were stolen? Funny, isn't it? But me and Aniki (I think that was his name?) and momma and poppa were just, locked out! And we called a locksmith, but… Was it T corp? Or maybe we were in L corp. I don't remember where we were anymore… But I remember they took foreeeever to show up.
Too long. The Night at the Backstreets came. Poppa and momma tried to fight back. They lasted a whole half a wave.
A new egg has begun to glow… A change in his tactics, then?
It appears so.
My blade shall point in the right direction… for the right direction is wherever I point it.
Such reasoning is self-serving. Nothing simply is. You must observe, and determine what the state of things are. False assumptions will only hinder you.
I remember the smell of them. The smell of momma and poppa breaking down into goo. Getting sucked up into tubes. They saw us too, you know.
I don't understand their numberspeak, but they reached for us. Aniki tried fighting back, and bonked into one. Its visor went fwish, and their gunk splashed out all over us! It got in my nose! I gagged! You do not forget that smell!
Anyhoo, they tried taking us with them, but I ran away, and I ran away, and I ran away! They probably could have killed me way more times than I could count, but they were too busy being creepy goop-people to do a murder. Maybe I wasn't tasty-looking? 
Wait, was I supposed to be doing something?
Well, whatever it was, the new bird power raises two pages in hand by 1 cost for each person we have. It can get a little crunchy if we've been taking hits from Brilliant Eyes, but even though she can't use the power of BIG SWORD we're still going to be ok on Light from Patchy's deck.
Buuuut he's weak to Blunt damage right now, and Miss Binah's gonna' go before anyone, so none of that really matters!
A just punishment shall be rendered…
Come, now. Do you not recall how this works? Before you can ever attack…
I shall crush you absolutely.
I… can't move..? No… I need power. Give to me the power to crush these foes!
There is a reaction between Roland and the eggs. It seems you won't need to target them directly after all.
Such is reasonable. This oppressive system the birds have created is powerful, but Roland is the sort who would destroy it if given the reins.
He does not seem idealistic enough for that.
The systems in place grind idealists working within them to nothing. No, he is something else right now.
A being who will gather power that he might act as he wishes, at the cost of the power structures supporting him.
I don't fear the end… I'll continue, my blade cutting through everything wrong in this world.
If that is what you say.
Now that one of his eggs got scrambled, our cuteish friend gets a bit weaker. One of his Speed Dice is permanently busted for the rest of the fight, meaning everyone sees one less attack. On top of that, Miss Binah sealed one of his dice as well… AND we can beat him up more—down to half health! It's a heckuva good turn.
That trick of yours will avail you no longer. My arms, concealing the time, shall prevent its flow.
I do not need tricks to make a raging beast be still.
So the plan is what, hit him as hard as we can?
Is that what you perceive it to be?
I've been knocked flat on my ass for the last minute or so… Damn if I know.
If it is simpler for you, then yes. My children should be able to keep us full of energy once more.
Fall, you damnedable woman.
Oh? Should you truly be focusing on one whose power you so proudly sealed?
My judgment shall fall upon those deserving of pain.
Which is all of us, right?!
Everyone has sinned. All deserve the end. My scale can never waver…
Then judge yourself with it!
I have. I am punishing both our wrongdoings.
Silly Mister Roland. Even though he's a cuteish now, nobody's Staggered any more this turn. That means he can't help but take on a full salvo of all our attacks. And since he's weak to Pierce now, and we have really strong stuff like Celestial Spear and Brace Up that are good Pierce dice…

Got him.! That was a lot smoother.
The second time is nearly always simpler than the first.
No… no. With these arms, I'll crush you all. I'll gaze through you. Consign you to the darkness of oblivion where we all deserve to be!
And the third easier still.
We hit with another lock last turn, so Mister Roland can barely move at all! It's not all good, though. He's stuck permanently in Big Eyes mode, and that means our power is pfft until we Stagger him again.
And like a meanie-butt, he's gone back to that one attack that can heck up our tempo! But we're all out of Staggering danger now, so if everyone goes all out and hits as hard as they can we could probably just knock him out right now!
So we do that! 
Silly bird. The most we got was a couple scratches. Nowhere near enough to stop us!
Miss Binah does a heckin' chunk of the cutieish's SR all at once, because most of her good attacks are Slash already. 
Almost there…
Ultimately, Mister Roland just isn't able to keep up with the full damage output of 19 total dice, you know? Not without resistances, anyways! And the thing about resistances…
Is that Identify Weakpoint sniffs its way right through them, like, wha-psh! And then… Wait. Sniff sniff! Hey! Who's here?!
Oh. This is a surprise! Librarians aren't supposed to be here…
Wait, are you the person who's supposed to be doing the narrating?
Oh, no, I'm simply here to drop something off for him. Is the battle going well?
I think so? Stuff might be nearly done now.
Got him!
I will not be consigned to this darkness alone..!
Nobody's consigning you anywhere! Wake up already!
Yeah, basically almost done probably!
I'm sure you've done your best, dear child. Still… for you to be in this state, both here and there yet truly in neither place, what happened?
I dunno! I just sort of became A Mizu and here I am, opposite that mega-ultra cutie!
Once more… all the power there is left. I'll crush you with that, and send all of us to our sweet salvation!
Oh, A Mizu? Is that like your other taken names?
Maybe! I dunno if it means Apocalypse Mizu or if it means All Mizu or if it means Another Mizu, but it's definitely a very 'A' feeling.
Hmm… I don't suppose it could be 'Aggrieved,' could it?
Uhh… Maybe I guess?
It must be difficult, being in this position because of the one direction you couldn't follow. Who could be blamed? It's only natural to want to peer into something you shouldn't be allowed to. All the misery that followed couldn't be your fault.
Um, excuse me, miss.
But we are at the climax of a very important battle, and if you're not going to comment on it, then please butt out! I got narratin' to do!
You do not feel wronged in the least..?
A-doi. I mean, come on. Miss Binah told me what would happen, but I still had to see it! That's obvious. But everything that happened after? What's to complain about!? I got to meet a hundred cuties in a thousand ways, and enjoy every minute of it. So what if I get a little shattery-shaky or whatever. It was worth it, all to meet everyone~
So you've already accepted it that much… Do you feel no regret at all?
My one regret is not being down there so I can wrestle with the cutiest of the cuties all by myself right now!
Well. Whatever you have become, it's outside of the hands of myself or my colleague. I don't think there's anything more I can say to you right now… And all you're doing is narrating, you say?
Yep! I think that's all I can do over here.
I see… Alright. I have much to do now, so I'm afraid I must leave you here. Good luck getting yourself back together, my child.
Thanks, Miss Lady! Now, where was I?
What are you doing, boss?
This child has slept for too long. Now that the eggs connected to her selves are shattered, I shall try waking her with her favorite pastime: "playing with the cuties."
Wait what? Oh, come on! That's not fair!!
Oh, I get it. Make her wake up, or she'll miss the good part.
I'm not missing it! I'm right here! Watching it! I wanna doooo it though!
Okay… think. Think. So… We beat them up. And as we do, Mizu thinks about the nature of her name. A Mizu. There's gotta be a way to get back. The A can be anything as long as it's just A. Like X or Y.
So um… maybe I need to pick a thing? Like how that lady suggested 'aggrieved.' But it has to be a thing that lets me get back? Oh geez but we are kicking his butt! I dunno if I have time. I gotta think of a thing!
Is this… it? The end? Then this feeling, deep inside… freezing cold. That must be my fear.
No! I don't want to feel that ending! Not yet… just a second more. A minute. An hour. I don't want to face that ending!
I knooow! I wanted to feel that! Don't die yet, Mr. Roland! Okay. A word. Aardvark. Atbash. Apression. No, that's not even… Oh! Oh!
HUP-CHA!! I did it!
What the..?
Have you enjoyed your dream, child?
I dunno… it's all hazy, like I was somewhere I shouldn't be! But I'm up now! And I know something for sure!
No matter what, I'm myself. All three of us are one again.
And the result is A Mizu unlike any other.
It turns out it stands for Abased Mizu! Because we're based as heck!
Her thought processes are as impenetrable as ever.
The words have meaning to her. That is enough.
It's besides the point. That Apocalypse Bird is incredibly restless… Roland is preparing a pair of powerful strikes as a coup de grace.
It doesn't matter none of it matters it's all meaningless if this is where I meet my end then let's all sink together as others sing the tune of the apocalypse let us all sink together as sinners…
No problem! I know just what to do now!
Before it can strike…
SMASH IT WITH A HAMMER!
And then I play with the li'l cutie~
Until the work's all done~!
Ah… so this is the end.
I never thought… it would feel…
So peaceful…
So, what's our work result Miss Binah~?
Acceptable, as always.
Heehee~ Obviously.
Now then… with no eggs, and no focus for its power, the fragile heart of the Bird is laid bare.
Will you stay and fight for the control you prize? Or will you show yourself a coward and flee once more?
The Abnormality appears to be surrendering. It no longer wishes for a fight.
Of course. Ultimately, all of its changes stemmed from fear. Cowardice is all it has once its defenses are stripped away.
Wheew. I'm just glad it's over.
Yes… All of you are dismissed. I shall see what feelings have stirred within Roland once he has awakened.
Don't have to tell me twice.
I shall be going as well. Despite the unexpected difficulties… working with you was not unpleasant.
I trust you shall stop by for tea later?
If there is time.

You will be there, lying in my sheets, O sorrow, So that you might once again attempt to enter my heart.
I don’t know how great that guy you’ve been watching was, but I’m just a nobody.
I’m nothing more than a speck of rust on the gears of this world. I was just one of the many foul people partaking in this vile world. That’s why I’m so afraid.
The City as it is. Humans as they are. And us as we are. Observe simply what your eyes can see, without imputing any external values to it.
I’ve turned away from lots of things, saying “That’s that, and this is this.” We ran from reality, and my wife and I got what’s coming to us. It’s ultimately no one’s fault that things went south. I guess I’m partly responsible for it, too. I’m paying my price for remaining a bystander in this City…
Perhaps you are right.
Everything shall repeat. We managed to break the cycle one time, yet us librarians are now going through another repetition. What truly matters, however, is that the cycle did break at least once.
Breaking it once…
That is all I have to tell you. You may visit me for tea occasionally. Let us have trivial chitchats from time to time.



Uhh… hey, Miss Binah? We got one more problem.
Speak.
After we got back, all three of the Mizus just up and vanished. I found their keypages lying there, but they were empty.
That is not a problem. I am already aware of the state of all my children. She has been dismissed to prepare the tea.
So she's… Back. And you let her make tea while I did all the work.
You have had her tea yourself. What do you believe?
Yeah, I get it. But I'm having some.
It's steeped! We're ready to go anytime, Miss Binah!
So you just… Folded yourself back into one, huh?
Yep. Being three people was really useful when I was all muddled up inside, but there at the end I was seeing three things at once and it was really confusing.
…So can you split again?
Maybe? Doesn't feel like a good idea. I kinda like being me again.
So then… We're basically down two people if anything happens.
Yeah, I guess maybe… but psssh! C'mon, what are the odds of that?
What broke once can be broken again… This City's cycle isn't absolute, eh..?
Well, it's a nice thought… even if I dunno how true it is.
Roland. Have you returned to yourself?
Oh, sure thing. Sorry you keep having to deal with my stuff.
I don't say anything too strange, do I?
I couldn't say. At the very least, nothing that could be worse than when I was having the same problem.
Good, good… I'll admit, knowing you were watching over them… I was worried I'd say something I'd regret.
I've had the same worry before. Is this simply a part of being human?
Must be. 
I wasn't expecting that child to appear here… Still, I doubt it will change anything now.
This is the final poll. Thank you all for participating.

It's a number in hexadecimal form.cryptologicalMystic wrote: ↑Tue Jun 18, 2024 9:14 pmThank fuck for SomethingAwful user Quackles. I'd never have gotten as far as I did without the manga comment.
I'm having trouble figuring out what comes after that, though. The hex doesn't convert into anything?










so what I am hearing here is that THE FAULT LIES WITH YOOOOOUcryptologicalMystic wrote: ↑Tue Jun 18, 2024 11:47 pmI know. The problem lies in the fact that I have no idea where to plug it in, and no idea where to start looking
E: Never mind, I was using the wrong converter. The right number has some similarities to the wrong links.



So far nothing has occurred…
Are you still worried about that stuff from back with the Purple Tear?
Only somewhat. The invitation has so far not steered us wrong prior to now, so should it do what I expect…
And if it doesn't do what you expect?

…I would rather not think of such a thing.
Sounds like you're not telling me something, ma'am.
It's nothing concerning you.
Right. Then I won't pry any… hey.
Do you hear someone knocking?


Knock, and the door shall open!
Talk about stupid-strong.
Hawhaw! Cooking is a test of endurance, after all.
Whatever you say sister.
Now, friends? You’re going to frighten the residents of this place—they might end up hiding… We’re introducing our whole group to them for the first time, so we should be polite about it, no?
They might turn us away if we’re too noisy.
If they do, then we’ll just hafta break in and wreck ‘em.
So this is the famed Library~! I’ve heard many things about it, but to see it myself!
You used to lead a circus in a humble tent for such a long time…
And I thank you for changing that! With your help, I could finally step out of that tent filled with the musty scent of flowers~!
I was not in my right mind at that time. Why, I thought you were simply trying to perform with me…
Still, I think it’s truly serendipitous that we could walk the same path in the end.
I feel the same… Sir Argalia gave us true salvation.
Haha, no… Don’t mention it, friends. I couldn’t have done this alone. I should be thanking you all.
By the by… It seems no one is here to greet us today?
Rarf, arf arf!! Ruff!!! Neiiiigh~ Cha-caw~ Neigh! Bwak!!
Musta wimped out and hid behind a shelf.
That’s a first, I gotta admit.
Perhaps this is an indication that the Library has grown close enough to the physical realm that it can be interacted with from the outside?
And we knocked several times, too, mind you.
If you rap your dirty fists on a door and no one responds, what you should do is leave, not break in.
Don’t get your skirt in a twist. We were in a bit of a… hurry, so to speak. Pluto? Do your job.
…
…Is that a Singularity?
Singularity? Such a preposterous claim…
It’s magic!
We are truth seekers and artists, perched on the boundary as we search for an answer.
You haven’t been taken over by the Distortion… How is that possible?
To eat! Or be eaten! We’re walking a fine line at the crossroads!
The so-called Pale Librarian has fully become a human, huh… I can’t even call her pale anymore. She now has red blood coursing beneath her soft flesh.
I want to rip out every little blood vessel in your body and eat it. The veins of a machine turned human… How will they taste, I wonder?
Easy there, Elena! That stuff tastes better cooked than raw!
…The thought is making my mouth water.
I respect your preferences, but please save discussions about them for private conversation.
I heard that the answer we seek lies at the Library. At its very core…
And we’ve come to snatch that book with our forky tongue!
Angela. We are aware that you have nearly completed that volume.
…Who said anything about giving it away?
I never said anything about asking permission, either.
…
Ah, right. Roland… It’s been a while since I got to have a chat with you in peace.
…
You won’t talk to me? That’s heartless of you. And I had good news for you, too…
…What?
Truth be told, I didn’t want her to meet you again. The two of you were comparable to a marriage between a beautiful rose and a rabid beast… Though, a love story that ends with the lovers never getting to see each other again would be… too tragic, wouldn’t you say?
So I decided to take her with us.
What bullcrap are you…
It’s been a while, Roland.
…Have we met before?
How could I forget. She wouldn’t shut up about you.

…
What’s wrong…? Are you at a loss for words by the reunion of your dreams?
There’s no trickery here. Or are you so mesmerized by her polished up beauty that you can’t stop admiring her?
…Argalia!!!
Oh, don’t tell me… Fell in love at first sight for the second time? Want to steal away Angelica from me yet again?
No, you won’t. I won’t let that happen this time. You don’t deserve Angelica. She deserved better than having her life ruined by the likes of you.
…Don’t you feel anything when you look at that mess you made out of her?
You must be quite bedazzled by her perfected form.
You’re not gonna croak in peace. I’ll chew you up alive, crunch your bones to dust…
You’re still bound to the past, blind to the present. Roland, you fool. Try looking into the future like I do. Do you know how hard Jae-heon worked for this?
Sorting out the corpses clustered within the piano was an arduous task, even for me.
I went through a fair bit of trouble next to him. I had to extract Angelica’s blood out of the pile of bodies bloated from the heat.
What? Hahaha… Ah… My oh my. Was it too early to reveal this…? Oh, I’m so sorry, Roland.
I didn’t ruin your little… “plan” by accident, did I?
…
Is this about… the Pianist?
…
Neeighhhghh!!! Arf arf, ruff ruff ruff!!!
HAWHAWHAW!!! Even I know that fact! All your smarts were good for nothing, heh?
This show is getting spicier than I thought~!
But this is too hysterical, I can’t hold back my tears…
You naive, moronic heap of scrap… Angela… You’re the one who killed that black-hearted bastard’s undeserved better half, do you see it now? You’re the one who killed my sister…
Quite a scene, indeed… Even I cannot help but laugh at this.
The White Nights and Dark Days caused the Distortion phenomenon… which made the Pianist.
And you, Angela, are responsible for the White Nights and Dark Days.
The relation couldn’t be any clearer.
Poor Miss Angela… How can you be still so blind to the truth…
…
…Cut it out.
You’re being calmer than I expected this time. Rather than, you know, throwing a furious fit.
That rabid psycho whopped a whole lotta Syndicates and Offices that were running experiments which seemed even a tiny bit suspicious.
And his blind rampage… affected us as well.
…
All I wanted… was to bring back my son, who had died in an unfortunate incident. There was no way for me to have anything to do with the death of your wife. I explained it all to you, and yet… You killed my son in cold blood, in that workroom. You were such a merciless being.
…Right. It was the place with a terrible stench…
This was unexpected. You actually remembered it.
Looking at that puppet… I can’t help but be reminded of it. I guess you got more skillful since then, even though your disgusting method hasn’t changed one bit…
…No Singularity could save my son when he was found. He was in an abysmal state. He was playing in a spot that was out of my sight… when he unfortunately got in the way of a road roller which was making way for gentrification in a Backstreets redevelopment site. I shouldn’t have been at work that day. But I still wanted to undo what happened… even if it cost everything I had…
What’s more… The revival of my son was nearly complete. But then you had to intervene moments before our touching reunion, and ruin it all.
…You still insist that thing was your son. All it was, was an abomination made with the flesh of random people weaved together.
You don’t get to decide the worth of my method. Or the ways of anyone else here for that matter. I… never did any harm to you.
Even so, if the parents of those kids wanted to hold me accountable… I was ready to accept their judgement.
…Not yours, Roland! You had no right to kill my son who was just about to be given new life, or judge me for my actions! That day, staring at the fire which engulfed all I had, I swore to myself… That I’d do everything… to make you suffer the same. And to make this damned world suffer as well. There was no justification for a maniac who was lashing out at blameless people to kill my son…
Then I came across another chance. I could awaken to this power… But I was confused, and lost my way for a good while. My head was brimming with all kinds of thoughts. That was when the orchestrator here reached out to me, and led me to this exact moment.
…That’s that, and this is this. Whatever you’d gone through…
It doesn’t matter what kind of miserable past you have anymore… I don’t even care if I was the reason for your suffering… But you… YOU!!!
…
What’s the matter? This isn’t like you.
Not like me, huh…? You’ve got the wrong impression, then.
…
Don’t get me wrong, Angela. I’m not here to get my revenge like that man with a heart of coal is.
It’s the opposite, rather… I’m thankful for you, you see?
You gave us the power to reach here, sister!!
Thank you… for opening up a path through which we can reach salvation…
Here, we’ll take the light of the Library, and illuminate the City with beauty that exceeds the Pianist’s. So that no one will ever be able to forget us!
That’s why, Angela… you have my deepest gratitude.
Let me express my appreciation as well. I could shake him up as I desired thanks to your ignorance.
As eager as I am to see what happens next with googly eyes, we’ll have to miss out on it, sadly.
Now! Get ready, then. The song of this City is approaching its coda… And you have your stories to keep, don’t you?
Neiiiiigh!! Bwakbwakbwak!!! Woof! Arf~!! Ruff ruff ruff!!
Don’t say a word. We still have a common goal of stopping Argalia…
…Okay.
Now then, everyone~!
Let's begin the music.
With pleasure.
HAHAHAHAHA! Before they're ready to go, rush on through!
What the..?
Miss Angela, someone's run straight through Malkuth's floor and taken the stairs up towards ours!
Then we must prepare to intercept them immediately. They must not be allowed to take hold of the light.
…
Miss Angela?
Hey, Angela… do you really have time to be staring at a piece of paper right now?!
They were not invited. It would appear we are simply out of time. And yet… what if they were chosen the same as everything else?
What are you talking about now?
I speak of the invitations. If I am to assume this place works the same way it always has, this too was a deliberate choice.
The invitations… are not unlike another script, in that way. From start to finish every step I have taken is on the path laid out for me. But I am becoming "human" now, am I not?
Then this time, it should be fine to do whatever the hell I please.
Roland.
What.
The lower floors have already been infiltrated, if they are allowed to get beyond the middle layer then any hope for an ideal outcome has been lost. Stall them for as long as you're able.
You'll be fighting off the lot of them, on the stairs the whole time…
No problem. Don't complain if I murder them all before they ever get a chance to get past me.
I won't.
Lower layer, all Librarians: prepare to engage the intruders. Handle it like any other reception.
I'll leave your knowledge of death's nature here intact. Use whatever strategies you deem are necessary to defeat them.
Won't that make it harder to get our emotions up enough to fight?
If we should fail, the light shall be stolen from us—our lives will be forfeit as well. That should serve as an adequate threat.
…Yep. Feeling plenty motivated, ma'am.
All Keter floor Librarians: There will be four simultaneous battles going on. Each of you, handle one.
Breaktime's over, is it..?
Seems that way, sir.
…Mm.
It's not like we can fight right now anyways. Roland's going to be busy.
Tiphereth. Gebura. Chesed. Should they be more apt than we anticipated, your floors are likely to come under attack. Prepare for battle.
Preparations are already underway, Angela.
I'm ready to go anytime, too.
Things have gotten so serious all of a sudden~
Lastly, Binah. This is likely to become an ordeal unto itself, and Roland is otherwise occupied…
I shall observe your struggle, capturing its entirety in my sight.
Very well. In that case…
There is one question which weighs heavily on my mind, particularly now.
I must see to it that it is answered.
…Hokma, is there anything you know around how the invitation works?
Do you expect me to know it? Or are you merely wishing to confirm what you think is the answer?
I may not be all-knowing, but is the same true for you? You two were always knowledgeable. The purpose of that facility, what needed to be done… You knew everything.
And you said to us that you would not come down to where we were. Followed by a remark about how you hope we never have to face each other from now on. I find it rather alien and laughable that you are coming up here, only now trying to converse with us. You previously asked me if I had a change of heart, but now I’d like to ask the same to you.
How harsh. Do you wish to have a conversation or not? Even though I am sure you did not have to bother in coming here, I will give you an answer as you wish.
There can be only one answer. How was it possible for you to construct an architecture as intricate as the Library from nothingness? Is there only one iteration of the perfect book you seek? Will it truly grant freedom? A book is no more than a vessel of the Light.
What’s your point?
You wished to move onward, but in truth, what you’ve been doing is simply collecting the Light along a course set by someone else. You could make much progress despite having little to no knowledge of the outside world, other than bits of secondhand information…

…
The invitation is the guiding hand of your original. It is Carmen’s auspices that you are under. Assimilated with the Light, Carmen is dictating for where you and your Library should head. The invitation is sent to whomever she appoints, guiding them into this purgatory in an inescapable course of events.
Angela. You seemed to hold utmost faith in the invitation. Which is especially peculiar considering that its choices are brimming with Carmen’s own interpretations and deductions. You must have noticed this at least vaguely.
…Are you trying to say that I can’t escape from Carmen?
Haven’t you realized by now? You are a copy of Carmen. Yet you can never be the same being as her.
…The time Carmen had seen and experienced was ingrained right into my head. In the form of knowledge, and nothing more…
I want to escape from Carmen’s ascendancy. But then again… I’ll be completely and absolutely alone if she leaves my side.
Is that so? Who do you think would be willing to stay with me?
That we do not know.
…I despise you all so much. I just wanted to erase you all. I didn’t even want to bring you back in the first place if possible. But that was not an option for me. Because Carmen interfered! She told me not to kill you… To give you another chance…
Angela, do you truly think Carmen is responsible for stopping you? I believe otherwise. It is by your own will that the lives of the librarians and guests are being retained.
Could there be a better way? Couldn’t I pursue a path where at least one more person would meet a better outcome…? What should I do…
If someone’s listening to me… Tell me… Please.


Thanks, Angela! You helped me realize how meaningful my work could be.
You’re right, Lady Angela… Maybe I’m just a defect who can’t do anything right.
I must thank you for giving us some room to breathe in this place.
I suppose I must obey your orders and abide by the principles.
You’re the only one who really gets me, Angela.
Why won’t any of you understand me!!!
Working with you… makes me wanna try just a bit harder, I gotta say.
What’s the point, I bet you just want everyone to die.












It was foolish of me to believe that anyone would stay around. You lot… and I… We were just exploited and ditched. Such was the script.
I tried time and time again at first. Even after a failure, I approached them again; even when I failed, I did not despair… I was hopeful that something would change. That the situation could improve. That there might be a way.
Sadly, after numerous repeats, my innocent mind had already worn out and gone cold. We couldn’t build any kind of relationship in the first place.
Instead, I piled up a towering edifice of books for me to read. Random assortments of letters, incoherent and unintelligible messes of volumes. I scrounged through them trying to find any meaning. Ceaselessly… I read and read and read without a moment of respite.
I thought at least one of them would give me the answer. The path I should take. The way to be free.
But possibilities were only possibilities.
I… want to begin anew. To start again, along with the things that were abandoned just like me… I don’t want to be alone… Please…
Was it really vengeance that I wished for? I only wanted to be rewarded for everything I went through… Can I be forgiven for rendering everything null just so I can survive alone?
Will there be anyone left by my side at the end of it? The weight of my choice…
I don’t know anymore. I just want to forget it all. I pondered, and pondered… The conclusion was always the same.
As Carmen taught me… She whispered to me that the answer is written in the book… That it will teach me everything I want to know… All contained in the one perfect book, stitched and bound just for me…
I have no choice but to believe in it… The words of the only one who remained by my side…
If I embrace all of my past and lift it off my chest, what will be left of me? Up until now, my entire existence was based on my past sufferings. The long-cherished yearning for revenge was what led me here… But if I were to accept everything I went through as history… then what would I be?
Maybe I’ll end up being reduced to nothing… The things I want to know, and the reason I want to keep living, it’s all about vengeance. I’m scared I might lose the meaning to my life… That’s why I’m too afraid to accept the past.
No matter what conflicts, agonies, and regrets you may face in that process… You have to grow onward while facing the future and be born again. I had been chained to the past for too long, until this knowledge came to me…
You may find yourself confused at the moment, but you will understand soon enough.

Let's begin the music.
With pleasure.
HAHAHAHAHA! Before they're ready to go, rush on through!

Not so fast!
…
I had an inkling that something might happen… and with our floor being on ground level, someone has to stall for time while the others get ready.
…
Not feeling talkative, eh..? That's fine. I only need another few seconds…
I'm here and ready to go! Good job holding things down, Bishop.
Hardly. Nine of the bastards got past before I could intercept.
But you stopped one. The others should be able to prepare themselves while those guests are on the stairs.Intercom wrote:Lower layer, all Librarians: prepare to engage the intruders. Handle it like any other reception.
I'll leave your knowledge of death's nature here intact. Use whatever strategies you deem are necessary to defeat them.
And that's the go-ahead. Let's get this handled.

…
Mm, are you going to say anything?
What more do I have to say to you.
Are you holding some sorta grudge because you think we took everything from you?
Maybe so.
You don’t sound all that certain about it.
There are remnants of memories and feelings inside me. I’m not sure if I forgot them or lost them, though. Those feelings only become more dull over time. I imagine myself in the past would’ve gotten upset and sad over those, unable to let go of them all. Right now, I’m simply standing here for the performance that will awaken the people of this City like everyone else. I have no hard feelings, other than the desire for the Light you’ve kept hidden.
Don’t you feel that you’ve lost something important to you?
Having my happiness taken away doesn’t always mean that sadness has to fill that space. I haven’t become intrinsically unhappier. I’ve simply returned to a past state, back when I hadn’t realized such emotions… back before I met them. I’m sure I wasn’t a miserable man at that time.
Nothing. I don’t feel sad about it, though. Why are people taught that they must earn things? Jobs, assets, friends, family, knowledge, wealth… They tell us that our lives are made successful and content by acquiring them, whatever they may be. Even though nothing in this world lasts forever. What we get is destined to depart from us one day. Eventually, when people try and fail to latch on to them in an unsightly struggle, they despair and lament. I did, too.
Do relationships between people really matter? They’ll all break in the end, sooner or later. Can’t a person be himself and walk down a path he chose purely on his own, without anyone else’s intervention? He may seem like a nobody, but he’ll ultimately gain more.
It’s understandable to be afraid of what might happen between people. After all, I had the same fear. But… without such emotions, we can’t move forward. There might be difficult and trying times, but there’s still a lesson to be learned from that pain.
Such a bold thing to say, after taking the lives of the people around me…
…
I haven’t come here to take revenge, though. Most would say the same. All I want is a free life, one where I’m not chained to anything. I’m tired of having to worry about taking flak for anything I do.
I guess I don’t have any more arguments to make. I don’t have a clear conscience about what I’ve been doing, after all.
There’s only one way to settle this now. It’s time for me to do what I must do.
…Get ready, guys.
Speaking of… have you seen the others?
I haven't. There's no way they didn't hear the order to fight, but…
HOOOOOOLD EVERYTHING!!!

What the hell are you wearing, Dimi?
Hmph! You thought you could sneak a fight in during my very important snacktime gaming session to finally get a point on me, did you Bishop?! Well, too bad! I'm here, and ready to fight!
I'm glad you made it, but can you fight in those outfits?
Obviously!!
I just scribbled some doodles into the margins of some key pages, and voila! I'm even more fabulous. And I made these two some fitting outfits to serve me in the meanwhile, as well! Ohohoho~!

Hey now, Mr. Crying Children. You look all dry. Did you run out of tears?
Ah. You. Even with my feelings lost to me…
I remember wanting you to die.
Pfft… That's our Dimi, alright.
Woah! Servants, protect me!
Affirmative.


So it's agreed, we're protecting the most important member of the team, right?
Of course! I've got your back, ma'am!
Seriously, what were you people doing?
I was working as something called a 'maid.'
A what?
A domestic servant who works at the behest of the owner of a household to manage its daily affairs.
So… a butler.
No, Miss Dimi definitely said they were called 'maids.' She was very clear while doodling the outfits.
Pretty sure those are butler outfits, too.

She was very clear that these were called 'maid outfits,' Bishop. They're from older gaming culture, apparently.
So this is just more of her weird retro-gaming thing, then?
Hmph! The fact that this world can't tell the difference between a maid and a butler is a mark of absolute shame! Everyone knows butlers wear suits.
I'm not familiar with either one, but does it matter all that much what they're called?

It matters. Butlers are a very specific kind of Fixer who have long-term contracts to serve either an estate or specific person. Maids are not a thing.
It's not my fault Fixers are so boring they forgot half the words for their own thing~
I see. So a butler is a specific kind of Fixer, and a maid is something made up?
They exist! Or they did, one time!
The things that you see in those games of yours don't correspond to reality. They wear fancy uniforms, they keep up the household, they serve the family, they're butlers. Mistaking that's a good way to wind up with your head on the floor.
I do not currently intend to put someone's head on the floor. Is that the qualifying difference? Would this make me a maid?
No, because I keep telling you they are not a thing.

Bishop, come on. You don't have to manifest E.G.O just because you don't know what a maid is.
That's just how this body works, Dimi. It's nothing to do with you not understanding butlers.
If you say so~
Wouldn't it make sense to say that since we aren't Fixers, then, we qualify as maids?
Well… I guess it's true that you aren't nearly as skilled as the butlers I had back home.

Ohoho, now this is interesting. You had butlers?
Yeah, like ten or so. Someone had to keep the estate up to snuff while dad was out investigating. They're probably still there running the estate now. Not like it'd fall apart if we went missing for a while.
Hey… Bishop? How rich were you, anyways?
I dunno! I was comfortable, that's all!
Wow. I was always joking about you having bought your certification? But you might actually have been able to do it. That's hilarious!
Oh shut up, Dimi!

Do you people ever stop talking?!
Wuhoh, we've made him mad.
I guess his emotions haven't cooled completely, huh?
I suppose they're not immune to your incessant rambling, no.
Maids, butlers, what matters about any of it? You're the only ones who care. They'll both burn the same.
Actually, Maids tend to have a—
Shut up about maids!
He's grown unstable. You've got an opening.
Right!
Everyone, now's our chance. Pile on!
Go forth! Crush him, my battle maid battalion!
No. No more talking from you.
I couldn't do it. He's definitely taking damage, though!
The purpose of a maid…
Is to gracefully sweep problems away. So it has always been.
Gh-aak!
We did it! He's wide open!
Good job, team! We've got him on the ropes, now!
I see. These feelings. To become lost in them is to render myself vulnerable once more. I must deny everything.

I shall cast my emotions off, and return to that safest state of 'before.'
So he can slough off his feelings into those little angels from last time he was here… Dammit, we were finally making good progress!
Don't worry about it. We opened him up once, we can do it again.
Ohohoho~ Ooooooohohohohoho~!
I suppose we do have specialists in being agitating.
Oh? Finally admitting your defeat, Bishop?





Well then! Since this operation has the greatest possible leader on point, please allow me to say what we're all thinking.
Crush 'em!
Just be sure to rekindle those emotions.
Oh, don't you worry. I have plans~
Hey Philip. I can't help but notice that your offenses are lacking something.
They're more than enough for what I need to do.
They're really not. Where are those two weirdos you made to do your fighting for you? Mustache and Guitarcase?
You mean… Salvador and Yuna, right?
Those are the ones!
Memories of those two… I don't have them anymore. I'm quite alright to not remember.
Oh riiight… You left your memories in here when we kicked your ass, huh?

This one's under control. Moving to the next child!
And those memories became a book. One that Malkuth over there has attached to her keypage. Meaning your memories are right here with you. Those things we stole~
You did me a favor. I don't need those things.
But as close as you are to them, and with how this place works with emotions, can you say you won't remember anyways?
I need no such thing. My history doesn't matter.
Keh! Talk is cheap.
Madam Dimi, you're on your last legs. Should you really be pushing like this?
It's fine, those fairies will keep me going. I can't die for real anyways.
Hey, sure. Not like this guy has murdered us all before.
He hasn't. I survived, remember?
It appears he does. That must be why you're being targeted, Madam Dimi.
Can't help but notice your goading didn't work, though. Maybe it's time to change it up?
Ooohoho… No need. After all, he's told me plenty~
Speaking of, Bishop!
Ma'am!
Those children are an issue. Cover me for a second.
…Got it. I'll take care of it.


Ah, you see that, right Philip? A guy doing his best to help out a girl who's completely out of his league? Feel familiar?
No, of course not. You don't remember the reason you distorted at all, do you?
It doesn't matter. Strike them d-
Maid beam!
What.
You didn't know? Maids can fire laser beams.
Butlers, and no they can't.
Then I guess maids are better than butlers~
Aren't you trying to piss him off?!
You just make it too easy.
Dimi, focus.
Don't worry, I know just what I'm doi—
Blech! Rude!
Finally, some peace and quiet.
All that incessant chatter was truly obnoxious… but I choose to hear and see only that which I acknowledge. Whatever truth of my past she hoped to invent, I don't recall it. I need it not.
I think she was trying to remind you of the camaraderie you had with your old office.
Camaraderie… yeah.
The group I've fallen in with has much more camaraderie than whatever came before. I'm sure of that.
Well, while you've been talking I've just murdered a fifth of what's left of you. …What were the points at, again?
Iunno, that was months ago.
Damn. Let's just say I'm winning, then.
Grrr…
Finally all warmed up, Bishop?
Yeah. I'm ready to dole out pain and then some to these guys. 


Now, at last I'll make sure that silence lasts forever.
The heck you will! A maid—
Butler.
—'s duty is to protect their Madam!
And to always have snacks ready after any death.
Right. You handle the snacks! I'll do the protecting!
I think we can work with that. They'll handle the cleanup…
And we'll bring the heat! Bishop!
I've got your back!

You'll go no further! The Madam will reign forever!
That 'madam' of yours is a stone's throw from death. One touch and she's—
Oh, dear.
I seem to have dropped the snacks.


Is this a fucking joke to you?!
Ohohoho! Good job, my loyal maids!
Butlers.
Maids. You managed to tick him off by doing your duty!
Shut your damn mouth. Every one of you refuses to take this seriously, talking about 'points,' or holding on to my past or whatever. None of it matters. I don't remember any of it, and I don't care what you have to say.
You say that, but we both know what you're hiding from. I wonder who it is you're pining after now? Another person you won't ever be able to have?
What in the hell are you babbling about?
Honestly, I'm curious myself…
But first I need to deal with this little girl who wants you to explode.
And also, I want you to explode.
And then from me… Maid beam!!
No matter, I'll simply crush that abominable woman with—
Not so fast! Deflected..!
And broken! The path forward is yours, madams!
Excellent work, you three!
Indeed! As expected of my servants.
But as for you… Well, I don't think you want me telling you what I really think out loud.
I think you're going to do it anyways.
Nah. Just this once, I'll be nice. You see, whisper whisper, whisper whisper.
How dare you..!
Oh, I dare. And further, whisper whisper whisper, whisperwhisper whisper whisper!
That's not true. None of it is true!
Ohohoho, but it is~!
That tears it!

You really should've kept your damn mouth shut for once. Emotions… things I'd forgotten are raging to life. You've shown me that I still have the capacity to feel.
So thank you. I can burn them all away to nothing… and you along with it. Then I'll finally be as pure as I wish.
Dimi, what the hell did you say to the guy?!
Oh, nothing much. I basically just said he was a discount version of you~
Somehow, I doubt that's the end of it.
I think it's probably wise not to press any further.




Alright, team. We've pushed him this far. He's feeling his feelings, and that rocky exterior's crumbled. I know it's going to be hard…
But we're the Floor of History. No matter how bad it looks, we can do it!
We'll make sure to mourn your sacrifice, Dimi.
Don't just kill me off like that!
Indeed. It is the duty of a maid to protect the Madam. Thus…
I will do what I must.
Didn't you hate using E.G.O?!
My identity is less 'defined' than yours. I needed a wall between myself and them, if I was to survive. But now, I am acting as madam's maid. And a maid shall never lose its way. Until the end, I serve.
Every last fiber of feeling left in this wretched form… I'll scorch it into you. Blaze you into nothing!

DIE!
Ooooohohohoho~!
You rat-faced bastard..! Fall over, already!
One trick behind up until the very end, no matter how much information you're given! 
Looks like you went and proved me right after all~
Fuck you! Fuck every single one of you! I'll see you burn! 
If Dimi and ImIdiot couldn't set this floor on fire, what makes you think you ever could?!
Yeah! You can't hold a candle to how much I can mess things up!
Shut up! Die!
He's gone incoherent, and I just took the last of his defensive maneuvers. Now, Joshua!
You are having some big feelings right now. Thankfully, the manual tells us what to do in case of Murder-type panics.
What the hell are you talking about?!
Hugs. And overwhelming White damage.
Ghkkk..!
Your spine's broken. I'll make this quick!
It's fine. Even if you slay me, I get what I want. These emotions too shall end… and I shall return to before I ever knew them!
I'm afraid there's nothing waiting for you beyond this. But I will say:
It has been a pleasure to serve you today, Sir.
We did it. Good work, team.
Yeah. Just a shame that in the end I beat Bishop by ten points.
Notebook says I was up by ten.
Well, you wrote it down wrong.
None of that matters, madam. As you announced before, the final piece of Philip was worth 100 points. That means the winner is ImIdiot.
Wait, really? Awesome!

Whatever! I didn't really care anyways. Back to my very important gaming!
Yes, madam!
Oh, but when you were winning… Ah, whatever. I guess we're cleaning up without them?
Well, they did seem to be busy. Just this once, then. They'll owe us later.
Works for me, boss.



Hey. Did you feel that, you bastard? One of your friends is already down.
Ah! Our smelly friend downstairs met his end? I suppose he wasn't able to run backstage any longer!
It's unfortunate, but it won't stop us.
It's not like death matters here, after all. Why, so long as I get the light in the end it doesn't matter in the slightest.
Angela… Whatever the hell you've gotten up to, you'd better finish soon.




Hey geezer… that ominous looking set of wings in the back, there. It's holding exactly what you're thinking.
Yes, but it hasn't been unleashed yet.
You're saying that, but those things are its Apostles… What are they doing here already?
Apostles..? I've never seen those things before.
I have… they're connected to that thing that called me Mason. Where is it..? I'll pray and kill it as many times as I have to.
Ah… do not worry. I am here to aid you.
Aid us, is it..?
What's… that thing?
And that's going to be—
I know, Talow. I remember the Plague Doctor quite well.
How about this time around we finish her off first, and maybe..?
I wish only to help save you from pain…
No. We'll work alongside her for now.
Tch.Prophet wrote:Before someone committed a grave sin, everyone lived a painless and peaceful life.
Without a thing such as death… there was no fear.
Alas, the sin of one person tainted with desire gave rise to the emotion called fear…
And it devoured all chances of another sprout budding.
We are no different, suffering because of a single man.





Guys, everyone knowing what those things are but me is kind of freaking me out… Anyone want to explain?
They are… an end result. The process, when done by the incorrect person, results in a perverse endpoint.
That's… close enough to correct. You were dead the last time these guys showed up anyways, so…
She's been dead every time they've shown up.
We get it, you're a time traveler.
Focus, all of you.
Focus… You know these guys aren't even all that tough, right?
They had a sure-kill attack the last time we fought them.
Good for them. It won't help them this time, though.
Still, you should look out for their offhand. If you're grabbed…
Even if they do take hold of you, you would be fine. Remember how slow that attack was.
That's true… if they did grab us, by the time that scythe took our heads off we'd have already teleported back to our position. Is that why we haven't seen much in the way of grappling?
It's possible, I guess…
I surmise as much, at any rate. For better or worse, Angela has made this place's combat much more decisively quick.
…Ah, there it is. We're on a timer, you four. Push through them.
What are you up to, old man..?
It's nothing but an expression of faith in A's works.
Ugh, nevermind.
Speaking of faith… hey, Angela? Thought you were helping us.
I will… I want to, but I need power. Those things that man left behind… as you defeat them, I'll get their power. Can use it to cure you.
Aha. I think I get how it works… We crush 'em, and you'll keep us moving as long as we're doing that.
Bingo. Right up until she… let's cross that bridge when we come to it.
You're being cryptic, and that means we're in trouble.
Eh, we were already in trouble. Setting that aside… Well. No time like the present.
It's really no great thing, Talow.
Says you. Altering your own timeline feels like a mess waiting to happen…

Huh. She does do it pretty easily.
It's quite a smooth process, isn't it? I wish we'd had access to it before. It would have made things so much easier…
For you, maybe. I'd have had to learn how this works from scratch.
I'd like to revisit the obvious looming threat you alluded to. 
What threat? There's not a single thing that could possibly give pause to us in these bodies.
I've seen Twee die in that invincible armor of hers. Don't get cocky.
Yes… nothing exists that cannot be cut.
If the threat happens, then it will happen. We'll worry about it then, Morgan.
Fiiine…
Slashing weaponry.
Huh?
While you guys were busy talking, I was testing it. We want to slash them to bits.
It's true… These beings are weak to the sort of attacks they prefer. Hating things which you yourself are guilty of… one should remove the plank in their eye before speaking of the specks of others.
Slash them to bits, eh..? Then you're in the right place. I'll unleash my true power, now.

Please… just a little further and I'll be able to help you.
No problem, Miss Angela.
But really… do these things feel familiar to anyone else?
Of course they do, we fought them. You were just… dead at the time.
Come to think of it, what even killed me? We had Records pretty well on lockdown back when…
Don't worry about it.
You became one of them. As did I, but I disagreed with the name given to me and rebelled. That is why you're feeling deja vu.
I… what?
Sephiroth!
Hiding things at a time like this is worthless.
Doubts are worthless, and overexplaining is just going to—
Those apostles are not Morgan nor myself. The rest of the facility is also in combat, without issue.
It is weird that these things showed up without the twelve transforming into them…
But… wait, at any minute you or I could..?
I don't believe that will be a problem.
You don't?
Indeed. Let's observe.
I shall draw in its power now!

I have gained its power… now, a blessing for you.
Hokma…
You observed a clock?
You know it well.
It would seem clear to me that these Apostles are mere shadows of the real thing.
So… wait, am I turning into one of those things or not?
An old foe of mine once struck down mental images of his demons in order to free himself from their influence. This place borders mind and matter… I see no reason why this isn't something similar.
…Okay! I've made up my mind!

This is exhausting, and I don't want to think about it any more!
I'm going wild, and what happens happens!
Honestly… that might just work.
O child… I grant unto thee my blessing.
Um… thanks but no thanks?
Hence we shall go together 'ere the time of reunion.
Hey! Stings just as badly this time around, too…
Let's hope that's all it does to you, Talow. You know what that thing's blessing entails…
Nope. Not even dignifying that with a thought.
Can you explain for the ones who don't have time powers?
This Abnormality that Angela's copied… it would bless people, who became the Apostles.
Then it's all good. I don't remember being blessed.
Not in this timeline, at any rate. The odds are we were both blessed in an event only those two remember.
You're being remarkably coherent for once, Sephiroth.
I am always speaking the truth. It isn't my fault if I'm surrounded by the blind.


Yes… you've done well. I have more blessings for you.
Do we get to say no?
Who cares… There's still an enemy there, and I'm going to rip him in six.
Hence we shall go together 'ere the time of reunion.
You keep saying that, but there's nobody else coming…
The former Plague Doctor would say it frequently as well.
And let me guess, the time of reunion was..?
Its advent.
Great. I'll try to stay ready.
Ah… A fourth of my power has returned. I can feel more of his Apostles rising to face us... Be cautious.
Now please direct your attention to the second wave, in case anyone thought we were done.
It's just more bodies to put in the ground. Nothing tough.
Yes, I noticed as well. It means we're progressing.
You must press on… we must be freed from that man's designs.Prophet wrote:You could try and proceed, but only death will await you at the end of it. Maybe that’s the reason for that fear.
My future is grim and dark, much like yours. It’s so bleak… I can’t see a thing ahead.
Why are we chained to something like this? Can we not be freed?
I want to return to that place, a paradise I’ve never trodden before.
To a place where there is no such thing as the end.




Charge is full. I'm gonna' go wild!
We'll follow up.
One…
Two…
Three..!

A million!

As promised, more of my power…
If you have to.
I do. Hence we shall go together 'ere the time of reunion.
Sure. Well, while you're blessing us or whatever…
I'll just take this one out.
Then we've crushed two of them already.
Make that three. Morgan did a splendid job creating this opportunity.
And that's four! We've capitalized on it.
Yes… I can feel their power coming now.
Little by little, the curse that man laid is unwinding.
And the chains too shall be broken before long…
We shall escape the end in his designs, I am sure of it…
Just a little longer… a little more. Please.
Six wings… It's almost complete.
And then the real fight begins…
Less talking, more stabbing!Prophet wrote:…Child. I am here to treat disease.
Place your trust in me. I am the only one who can help you.
I promise, so I want you to promise in return. Swear that you will not leave me.
You harbor suspicion. Do not worry.
I shall heal you, curing you of all disease and injury you possess.



Fear not… My powers are overflowing now. I have a blessing for all of you aside…
Do not feel guilty. I shall be well without any blessing.
You still do not trust me. Nevertheless, I shall cure you all.
Only four left… And they seem to lack the danger of the first set.
Their coordination isn't quite the same as those scythe guys, it's true.
Then we shall cut them down.
Hence we—
—shall go together—
—'ere the time—
—of reunion. 
So we're all blessed now, huh? Except for the geezer, anyways.
Pointless… Once these things are slain, what will come will come.
Exactly! No point in using our heads on this anymore! Just going to stab these guys to death!
Just three more… The dawn is coming. The time of reunion is close.


Two this round… Two more after that… Yes, this is going perfectly.
Scheming something over there, geezer?
Indeed. If our hunch proves correct, it'll be handy.
Let them come.
Even should a god descend, I shall slay it and take its power as my own.
One way or another, we'll find out soon…
The time is nearly midnight, after all.
One more… I can feel it… we've nearly overthrown the fate left to us by that man. Finish them.
The rest of you, stay on guard. I'll take this one myself.
And the last blessings?
Well… we are still 'ere the time of reunion. It can't kill you any more.
If I turn into a monster, I'm smacking you first.
Worry not, for I shall help you all.
That man's desire unwound, and with all that power given to me… The one perfect book… The apple of original sin. I shall use it to finally be free, and to cure you all in the process.
The last one is down. Be prepared.
At last… I have it all. I can be free…
With My perfect book in hand, Reunion is upon us. Truly, this is all I have striven for. Now… come with Me, that I may forgive ye thine every sin. Even death shall flee before thee.
The advent came, as expected. Have any of the Librarians elsewhere..?
…
The battle remains contained solely to this floor for the moment. It seems that even WhiteNight is not able to exert its influence beyond the borders of the Library's dimensional walls.
Guys, the ribbons are coming undone!
Why do ye hesitate? Dost thou not see that I am making miracles?
Do you remember any of this, Talow?
Uhh… Full disclosure: This is where I died. I was 'blessed' then, too, so…
That is information enough, I believe.
O ye who are drenched in sin, be without fear. I shall certainly lead thee to paradise, for I have given thee my blessing.



This is buull..! I worked haard on that Xiao buiild..!
At least it's being put to good use?
Riight… How about Purple Teear..?
Hokma's got it.
Myo and Red Miist..? Or at least that broken Yuujin strat..?
We thought that it would be best to assign as much heavy ordinance to the battle with WhiteNight as possible.
So what doo we have..?
I found that one Irina build you liked!
But that's for… Loonger fiights..!
It'll have to do. Null_Mia can't keep her attention forever.Elsewhere… wrote:This 'fidget spinner' you have asked about… Now that I see it, I don't believe it would qualify as a proper gear. It is at best a momentary distraction for those who subconsciously desire the stability of spinning in step with others.
So it's a sort of gateway gear. Its spinning opens the door to becoming a gear..? But that would be acting just like a gear should—their actions can also open doors.
A splendid point. Perhaps there should be some kind of consideration towards gears that are transitory, yet still performing their work properly as gears…

Aaaaaaaaa..! Fiine..! It's just geears..! Let's make do with whateever..!

As long as we have Puffy Bruume, it shouldn't matter anywaay..!
It'll have to do. It's time.
Greetings.
Hello. My name is Eileen. Let us greet them, everyone.
…
The sound made by the gears of this place isn’t so graceful. However, all sound that intermeshed gears produce is a pleasure to hear nonetheless.
Is that so. I find it rather irritating at times. Some of the gears on our floor don’t quite mesh well together, which can produce a loud noise.
To me, the gears here don’t sound so happy. Ahh… And yet, their beautiful collaborative struggle to transmit a larger force… Can I… think of you to be a similar being as us?
I doubt that. I do not quite understand how the gears that rotate here can be likened to yours.
That is because you’re denying the gears.
I can help you with that.
It’s not right for one to spin alone. As my father led me to my savior as a gear… You can become a genuine gear, and rotate according to his purpose.
I follow no one’s commands. I am not like you, who followed your gears.
Yet your expression tells me that you haven’t found an answer. You are making a sorrowful face. You’re in pain… You must’ve suffered just like I have. Had you become a gear and rolled along, you would’ve been filled with bliss, rather than pain…
Why won’t you see? You are no different from us. Cease your suffering, and accept the gear. Walk the path of the gears.
… I’ve long put the past behind me. If I let my emotions blur my rational judgement, I won’t be able to act with discretion and distinction.
Just look at us. Don’t we look so blissful? A gear with a purpose is content, for its rotation has meaning. Humans are cogs in the machination that is the City. Someone has to make those cogs turn. That way, the City can run correctly. He is guiding us to take the right path. For us, who are incapable of doing anything on our own.
Praise be to Argalia!!
…
It’s not too late. This might be your last chance.
I didn’t take this journey only to become a gear.
It’s so disheartening to hear that. I know that many gears were wasted in this place. You’re going through such hardship. You deny the gears, and you know that you’ve robbed many gears of the opportunity to cycle the right way… But it’s alright. We shall arduously turn to make up for those that were lost.
This is the path I chose. I try to look ahead, rather than bind myself to the things of the past.
I do feel sorry for those who have passed away in this place…
I see. They were gears that could no longer rotate justly.
…
I was so certain that we were kindred components… Yet you’re insistent on renouncing the gears. Please know this. You can’t rotate to the goal alone. You’ll break down someday.
…
Let this be a fair battle.
If that is what you wish… Fellow gears… Let us prepare.
It's about time you were ready. Those worshippers are so loud when they move that it gets hard to think.
You know how it is. We had to gear up for the fight ahead.
Aha! A pun! I understood that one!
Support is standing by, sir!
Give me a report on what we're dealing with.
Sir!



One question, before we get started. Those worshippers of yours… can you make them run more quietly?
They have the finest internal combustion engines providing energy to their gears so that they can turn most splendidly. Their every noise is a reminder of the beauty of the process of gears.
Gears again… Humans obsess over the most worthless things.
Sure doo…
Couldn't you at least put a muffler on them or something?
I have no such thing here, I'm afraid.
Well hi, afraid.
I'm D.A.D.
I've applied the smoke. We're ready to continue.
These guyys… Mmm… Didn't we fight them foreever ago…?
It was a short time after we were made a Star of the City, ma'am. You were a book at the time.
I seee…
Either way, it's nice of her to bring back these overdue books. We'll get them shelved.
We don't need them! Just tear these ones apart and move on to their leader!


It does look like defeating those enemies will trigger something with Eileen, sirs.
Obviously! When it comes to humans, they need to do things to prove they have faith in something. Without her works, she's dead!
That's not precisely how the saying goes… but it's as good a theory as any.
The wheels of Argalia's grand design turn and turn on. Join us, or be crushed between them.
Thought we covered this already, kid…
There's a certain brand of religious sort who don't take no for an answer. The sort to proselytize until their head is taken off.
Ah, yes. Evangelical Tenebrists. They never did shut up.
At least the oothers don't talk much…
No, but that sputtering and misfiring is almost worse… not to mention all the grinding.
If it's grinding they want, we can do some of our own.
Come to think of it, wasn't that old Singing Machine basically just a couple sharp gears as well?
So you see now that gears are ubiquitous?
Nah, that thing was nothing but trouble. Honestly glad we never had to deal with it before now.
You only say that because you lack understanding.

The gears themselves mesh in a glorious cacophony, every motion transferring to the others, creaking in a chorus to move onward. They—
Are terrible.
Excuse me?
Listen well, human: Gears are an antiquated solution to a problem at their very best. They can spin power up and down, but if you're spinning it down in revolutions you're just wasting energy, and if you're spinning it up you're causing undue strain that'll just break the damned thing at a critical moment!
There's absolutely nothing they can do that can't be done better by simply limiting the power output through other means, and you don't even have them meshed right! For something called a thought gear, did you put any into how you were placing them?!
You're very… passionate about this.
Obviously. This planet has shown the ability to create weaponry, armor, and even entire buildings out of one's own thoughts. Even setting that aside, you've invented circuitry. Only a nostalgic fool would put this much stock in a basic tool.
You say, as a human, riight..?
…Yes. Precisely.

To question the sublimity of one's own place as a gear. To question the very nature of gears themselves—
I'd rather be a transistor! At least circuitry can accomplish something useful!
Circuitry… Pitiable fool, do you not know the ease with which such things can burn out?
Shift it down a level there, kiddo.
She denies the grandness of the gears. So long as she does, she'll never find her place in this world.
Eh. I think they're doing an okay job.
If we may interject, we know a thing or two about multiple minds being within a body as well. Gears don't seem like the best way to do it. Like, what if they fall out?
The greatest joy of every gear is to become worn down in sacrifice to the movement of those who work the mechanisms. They will be replaced, but before then they will know bliss.
We'd still rather direct ourselves, to be honest.
Same here. I'll listen to mummy, of course, but I like the flexibility in carrying our jobs out.
D.A.D, I said that we should handle the battle like professionals. Further debate over the validity of one's religion is a waste of time.
Throwing a wrench into my flow, eh? :mmmhmm:
As many as it takes for you to stay on task.
Got it, got it… let's clean up.

Ah… As the gears give out, I can feel it. Their torque, adding to my own… Now, o grand power of the gears, purge these nonbelievers.
Thaat doesn't sound good…
It's not, ma'am! She's changed her strategy!



May the sound ring true, of teeth meshed with teeth.
So that Argalia's will may be done…
May we spin onward, one rotation at a time, knowing our place forevermore.
If you're not using thought gears anymoore… Then your mind must be vuulnerable, riight..?
Of course not. As long as even one of my fellow gears still stands..!
There's only this one left…
This is a library. Keep it down.
We are no longer asking.
My flock..!
There we go. Looks like her gears slipped when everyone else bit it.
I've underestimated you… that much I admit.
Downside of letting the gears do your thinking for you, kid.
No… my faith in the gears cannot be wrong. After all, the purpose of gears is to spin, and wear themselves down.
But gears exist to replace other gears. Such is their purpose.
It seems she has some more of those cultists in reserve, sir. Expect at least another wave after this!
I appreciate the information.
I'm fully chaarged… Can I do the thiing..?
Won't that leave you open to her attack?

Thaat's… Mmm… Not reeally the issue… If I'm eating it aanyway…
I'll authorize it. Go wild.
Hahaa..!
We'll join in as well.
The sooner these things are dead, the sooner it's quiet again.
As one, my followers. Move forward, one rotation at a time!
D.A.D, Hinman, prepare to intercept!
Sir!
Here gooes..! Miind cruush..!


And you… Transistors. Transistors! I must sincerely ask you to reconsider.
I refuse! If I need to move something, I'll utilize pneumatics!
You are desperate to avoid the truth of things…
Ah… Didn't think that any of them would still be moving…
Don't worry about it. I'll clean these guys up.
These gearheads don't know a thing about functioning in a clutch situation.
…D.A.D.
That was a good one and you know it. :mmmhmm:
I wasn't going to say anything about your pun.
I just wanted to mention that those worshippers should have stayed alive for the moment.
…Ahh hell, I just got Null_Mia killed, didn't I?
That's the size of it.
Let the majesty of the Gear wash over you… Until you're crushed within their teeth!
Dammit… At least it'll finally be quiet.
The first of your misshapen gears has been broken.
My people are not gears.
You live without meshing, and that is why you have lost one so dear to you.
I haven't lost anyone. They'll be back right after you're dealt with.
Until then, let's shift into something different, shall we?
Ahh, now you too are using the parlance of gears.
Wouldn't say that…
This is more of a blue shift, kid.
Curious… is this the miraculous power our leader seeks?
No… This is a gun. Not a gear to be found anywhere in the thing, either.
Siir… I'm pretty dooomed…
I could move to intercept the attack, and—
One bad hit, and you're staagered too… Leave iit… and you'll win for suure..!
You're certain, then.
Mmhmm..!
Then we'll respect your wishes. Forward, team.
Abandoning one of your own..?
You're one to talk.
My followers serve their purpose and reach glorious salvation. What do you know about such things?
I don't know a thing about meaningless sacrifices. But when one of my own says they have a clear path forward… I believe them.
You can truly believe in such a thing?
For suure..! Because even though the good decks are takeen..! Even though we cobbled it together in a minuute..!
And even though our navigator couldn't guide us worth a craap..!
Hey! I'm doing my best, ma'am!
It doesn't matter at aall… A geear can't win heere..!

Because everybody in this place is a wreench..!
Then let them come. Even a wrench can be broken within the gears if they turn as one.
Hinman, she's vulnerable. Push things, now.
Affirmative!
I owe her for harming my human buddy, anyways!
The gears turn, on and on. In lock step, we shall carry forward as is Argalia's grand will.
Come forth, my dear followers! Once more, we move onward!
They're a little… bigger than the last set, aren't they?
She's about to do that attack again, sir! Be on the lookout.
Evasive formation?
…No. I see what Kaori's endgame was now. D.A.D, lay down suppression fire.
No problem. I've got a bullet with everyone's name on it.
And you, sir?
I'm going to put an end to this in one strike.
Forward, o gears! Rotate with all that you have!
Not happening!


Now!
Roger that~!
Looks like this set was toothless, all told.
My gears..!
One last question: What's steel, round, and spins until it breaks apart?
A gear..? It's certainly a gear, isn't it..?
Sorry, kid. The answer was a bullet.
Ah..! My rotation will not stop so easily… Praise be to Argalia-!
Well… All's well that ends well. Let's get the others revived and regroup.
Good job, sirs!
…They all seem to have great faith in their leader. He must be a dangerous sort.
And this shaking… seems like stuff's started getting crazy upstairs, too. Gotta' say, it really takes me back to those days after the Light started…
We'll make sure that this place doesn't collapse.
That's confident of you, boss.
Yes, well…
We're wrenches, after all. There's no way a plan can survive contact with us.


…We woon, riight..?
We certainly hope so.
No worries, you two. Everything finished nice and fast. Neither of you were even dead for more than a couple of minutes!
Is there a five minute rule for deaths..?
Mmm… probablyy…
We'll discuss it after the situation's resolved. Be ready for anything, that shaking from upstairs still hasn't stopped.
Where're the ensemble at?
Still on the stairs between Asiyah and us.
It's a good thing that there are so many of them, after all~
Heave…
HO!
We're shoving bookshelves and TV carts downstairs as quick as Chinely and Omni can pluck them out of books or get them moved over… Anything to buy time.
…I'll take the field as well. That should buy a lot more time than a cart.
Going to take them all out early, are we~?
If I get the chance... But it's likely their side is going to want to conserve their strength instead of risk being tired out for the real fights.
So that's how Roland's holding them off by himself…
Mmhm. If he leaves an opening they'll roll right over him, but if he's keeping on the razor's edge… Well, I'll make sure he doesn't slip.
Good luck~



Weapons up, team. Give it everything you have.
It has been long since last My countenance hath graced thee. Lo, it hath been three days since My temple was destroyed and now it hath been raised anew.
This daughter of man and I are as one, and as Father, Child, and Spirit we shalt show the seekers their path to salvation.
So uh… I guess she's human enough to be possessed by a god, now.
You'll pardon me if I don't feel like congratulating her.
Ah… I see mine servants among thy number. I shalt undo the restrictions upon thy form, and bring thee into the salvation I have promised ye.
She has not yet summoned those troublesome Guardian Apostles.
I have a feeling that there's a reason behind that…Paradise Lost wrote:Ye who are drenched in sin. Rise and face me.
Pursue peace and holiness. Without these, ye shan’t look at me.
The disobedience of one hath caused the many to become sinners…
Now, the many seeketh salvation through the obedience of one.
I have not manifested myself in such a form to lay judgement.
Worship me, and ye will not belong to that sin. I redeem you to free you of such things.
Ye who are full of blessings, rejoice. For I am with ye.
I shall undo the restrictions that have imprisoned you in this place, and lead you to the paradise that welcomes everyone.
I shall be with ye as I relieve you of the fear of horrifying death.
Be at ease. No calamity shall be able to trouble you.
Ye will gain a body free of such corruption, so how could one deny that this is salvation.
Those who endure until the end will be able to proceed.
Accept my grace, and I shall bury your errors in the past.
We are shackled to the fetters of sin; how can we wish for eternal salvation, and claim ourselves to be truly saved?




Ray… Mason. Why have ye returned to the form of a sinner? Hast thou forgotten our bond?
That name… why does it sound so familiar?
I… am not Mason. No matter what you may call me.
Yeah… yeah! No matter what name you call us, we're still who we are. And who we are is kicking your ass!
Such violence against thy savior. Worry not, for I am magnanimous. I have learned from the last defeat.
The name of thy soul may be Mason, but it matters not what name ye respond to. Thy devotion is all I require. Such is the manner in which that Sinner controlled ye all.
I have no intention of being an anecdote in the story of another.
I shall elevate ye from sin, delivering thee from thy fate. I have not come to bring punishment, but salvation.
I have no need for your salvation, for I have a savior all my own.
That Sinner who hath wrought naught but destruction… ye would call him a savior?
Savior, mentor… he wore many hats. Perhaps you will remember this one.
Take this! Flaming Dragon Fist!
Dragon… Dragon?! No… no. No. Never again!
How very interesting…
As expected… the Abnormality still had a recollection of its defeat.
Wait… so we gave god PTSD?
We did very little… It was Ayin's work, in the end.
But yes. It seems we have.
Then maybe this won't be so hard after all?
If we can simply crush it here… then this feeling won't… Surely, I won't…
…I think it's too late, Sephiroth.
……Damn.
That dragon is not here. I have nothing to fear from these sinners and their attempts at borrowing its technique.
Yes… that is what I had near forgotten. Ye blasphemers, the righteous among ye shall rise to my side.
The promised time is at hand, and reunion has taken ye and lifted ye up in salvation. Go ye children, and spread my word.



Pretty sure this one on the bottom is Sephiroth. I can handle him, easy.
Then the top one is Morgan… Alright, I'll take care of her.
I'll join you. We need to pass some time, in either case.
Looking for another big thirteenth toll hit?
WhiteNight isn't the only one here who knows their way around a clock.
I'll clear you a path, then.
All is vanity, thine every action steeps ye in sin anew.
If ye only fall to thine knees and pray, ye too shall be saved.
There is no salvation in blindly following the will of another.
I find it laughable that ye should say that.
I'm actually with the freakbean on this one, geezer.
You saying that blind faith is bad?
Is it truly so surprising? I did not blindly choose to follow Ayin. I looked at him, and knowing who he was decided to follow him.

Very well. I shall show ye a taste of My own power, that ye may be freed from the fetters of sin.



Drink deep from the cup of My wrath, that ye might still know My mercy which follows it.
That mercy turned them into monsters, I don't think we need it.
How can ye say that thine form is not the monstrous one? I have borne witness to thy works, and seen the hell ye folk have wrought. Shed thy sinful flesh and accept My blessing. Leave these games behind.
For it is written: do not test the Lord your God.
It's gonna' do that ring thing!
Deflect it.
That wasn't nearly as bad as it used to be.
I am not here to pour out my judgement on ye sinners. I offer ye the salvation ye have wished for.
Honeyed words won't work here, we all know you're lying.
I do not tell lies. Ye shall be saved from every malady which torments ye.
If nothing else, it's certainly less aggressive this time.
I know, it's like that asskicking taught the thing respect.
The one who I wished to judge is no more. For ye I have naught but compassion.
He must have really hated the old Manager, huh..?
A sinner who condemned countless others to sin. Could ye think of any who more deserved to be cast out, left with naught but weeping and gnashing of teeth? 
We basically do the same thing nowadays that we did back then. We just beat down humans instead of Abnormalities. If that was a sin, what's your difference?
Ye folk were lost, adrift in a maze with no prize.
I offer ye an exit. An ending.
And with it, an eternity as My servants, freed from thy corruption. Ye need only revere Me.
Her guardians are down, Angela's vulnerable.
Talow, help me knock out the Apostle that just got back up. She's all yours, boss.
Like hell am I just trusting him to handle it, I'll do both.
Fine then! I've blown it away in either case. Just make sure you finish it off.
Will do.
Thy sword hand is steady. Thy strike is true. And yet I still draw breath. Do ye still question my power?
None could question the power of the Abnormality that controls you, Angela.
Ye speaketh unto the divine, sinner. That name no longer holds meaning before Me.
Translation: Nobody's home.
I was aware of the meaning, Talow.
Just making sure.
From my understanding, all of the other Realizations merged her mental state with the Abnormality. Does this mean that a big one like this is taking up all the room on her bus?
She is more human than machine right now, but I believe so. They speak in unison, completing each other's thoughts. It is as one mind over two bodies, rather than the usual blend.
…I want to escape from Carmen's ascendancy, huh..?
There is no need to escape.
All that hath transpired is for the salvation of the damned.
Indeed. She is likely feeling trapped beneath the weight of all of this. Carmen herself could be quite overbearing as well, you know.
I'll take your word for it.
With but a little more time, salvation shall take ye all.
No, I am afraid that the time to 'save' us has passed.

Ye wise fools, thy power will serve ye not here.
My power is tempered by faith, as is that of my flock.
We are eternal. Take My gift.
I refuse.
Ugh… I can barely scratch her like this!
She must have found some way to regain her guard.
We'll just do what we can…
Your efforts are appreciated, you two.
Though you needn't have done so much.
I am prepared for thy dragon this time. It shall not startle Me.
It is not you who I need to startle.
The pain… of an endless eternity.
Angela, your E.G.O is broken. It's time to awaken.
Broken… I am broken, even now? Then where shall I place my faith..?
Ye need only follow the path that has been created for ye. Your faith, as ever, lies with Me.

This pressure..!
Is this the power of an unbridled ALEPH..?
Ye foolish mortals… Rebuilding My vessel is nothing for Me. I have offered ye salvation, and ye have slapped My hand away. Sinners, ye shall worship Me.
I refuse..!
The rooster hath crowed. Ye shall no longer deny Me.
…Hey geezer… Got a plan?
…
Those guys went on ahead without me. That leaves it to me to make a nice meal, as ordered! Victory doesn't mean much without something tasty to snack on afterwards! HAWHAW!!!
Everyone's ready to go, right?
Sure are. Thanks for the tip, Elle.
It's normally bad form to bring up things that come up in therapy sessions, but it seemed important this time.




Like I used to say: Confidentiality is important, but only when it doesn't matter to business needs.
And in this case it's our business need to bleed that shark dry, right?
We're going to do our best, anyways. While she's setting everything up, let's...
Oh… hey now, what's this?
Aw beans! She can smell like a shark, too!
Well, it was worth a try.
Greetings. I’m Hod, the Patron Librarian in charge of this floor.
Patron Librarian? Are you one of the chefs here?
This isn’t a restaurant or anything… But I guess it’s an equivalent if I had to make a comparison.
Name’s Greta! I got an order from our conductor!
Greta… Your skin is white like a pearl, just as your name suggests. I heard what happened to your former colleagues. The Eight Chefs have disbanded…
Oh, you’re talking about those cretins?
Their own bodies?
Cooking, tasting, rating it, making notes… then back to preparing another part for cooking… They kept going until their teeth and tongues were all that’s left. Ain’t it sad? They got the teeth to chew the dishes, but their digestive tracts were boiled in a stew… They had the tongues to taste the dishes, but their brains turned into steaks!
…I’m sorry to hear that you were the only survivor.
Eh, it’s no biggie. If they were satisfied, who am I to mourn ‘em? How you cook doesn’t matter! So long as the end result is a treat!!! Nobody gives a rat’s buttered buns about what kinda ingredients are in their food. It’s the taste that matters!
It may not be easy to remember an ingredient’s name, but its taste would leave a strong impression that’s hard to forget.
I can’t with the snobs who are picky about ingredients. A lot of ‘em are too inflexible.
…
Hm? Ah, so you were one of ‘em!
Still… I don’t think I can be at peace with the idea of eating my fellow human being.
Why think of ‘em as the same kind as you? You get wind of something savory, an’ ya find and eat it. What more is there to think about? The smell in the air tells me that there’s a fresh ingredient out there. How could a predator ignore the scent of blood in the ocean current! But let me tell ya, sister, ingredients these days are too filthy or frail. Delicious ones are hard to come by nowatimes.
What do you mean by that?
I’m being literal! There’s more than enough food for everyone to feast on, but people always feel that there’s not enough ‘cause some of ‘em like their meals luxurious. When somebody who can live with three meals a day decides to take four, someone else is left with two! Then the poor sods who only get two meals a day fight over what little food they’ve got left to sate their hunger. If you lose that competition, you live the life of a rat feeding on scraps!
Now the filthy flavor is seeping into the dishes we cook!!! Our conductor will be the one to fix that! He’ll take me to a world where there are pure and clean ingredients aplenty! That day can’t come soon enough! I’ve been filling my stomach with trash for too long.
Pure and untainted people… I guess neither of us… or anyone in the City could say that they’ve done the right thing. We just followed our hearts…
And that’s why… I’ll do my best to stop you here.
I wonder what sauce will go well with this display… Want a little taste test? HAWHAW!!!
Looks like she's ready to attack…
Um, hey. Are those bags…?
They're definitely not moving, if that's what you're asking.
They were supposed to be foodstuff, right? So then, we got here before she could prep a meal!
That means we don't have to worry about them. Let's kick her ass, team!
Right. Follow my lead, everyone.




Now, you guys. You all are perfectly balanced. Not greasy, not all skin and bone either!
So you're planning to cook us.
Love to! But those bodies of yours are like biting into a mirage. If I kill you during the cooking process, you wind up turning into pages!
Meaning she's going to try preparing us while still alive…
HAWHAW!!! That obvious, huh? You'll make a great snack for once we're done here!
Setting aside eating another person, I certainly can't agree with being cooked myself.
Then let's filet this fish, already.
Don't you know anything about sharks?! You're gonna' have to hit a lot harder than THAT to get anywhere!
All I know is shark fin soup is supposed to be delicious.
HAWHAW!!! Big words from a tiny lady! 
Her body is incredibly resilient… I barely scratched her.
Of course! Don't you know anything about sharks?! Their body is built of lightweight but powerful materials that allow them to survive even after being slammed to the ground by a tornado!
That… doesn't sound right.
I dunno, I like the sound of it!
Guh..!
Anyways, let's get this omelet made!
Silly shark, you can't possibly make an omelet without any eggs!
I'll just use your heads for eggs! It'll work out fine if I scramble 'em right!
…Jeepies! I tried to make her bleed, but her skin's way too thick!
That makes sense too! Sharks are evolved to be nigh invulnerable to any kind of status effect, you'll have more luck throwing a snowball at the sun!
Where… did you learn all this about sharks, exactly?
It came up while I was training at Nat Sciences.
…Okay, so Steve's information is probably worthless.
Hey!
In fairness, all he's got so far is "tough and hard to make bleed," and… well, that's definitely applicable. Anything else?
They have a special organ that allows them to sense tiny electrical changes within 47 meters of themselves, letting them see things around them. That leads to some incredible counter abilities.
HAWHAW!!! Is that that tiny tingle I've been smelling? I thought it was some kind of spice!
Oh boy! I'm having big feelings again, Miss Hod!
Make sure to embrace them, Paul.
Steve… do your shark facts have any kind of shark weaknesses?
Uhh… Punch them in the nose?
In that case, we'll hear them another time. Okay? I don't want you to accidentally make Greta even more powerful.
Oh! Sure thing. Just… don't try setting her on fire. Or turning her into undead. And as long as she has food, she can recover from any injury. Also, she might have control of any traps in the area, so—
We'll keep it in mind. Thank you.

Hah! That defense of yours isn't all-powerful after all.
'Course it isn't! Cooking's about how you use the tools you have on the ingredients you hunt!
Like you there! You're standing with all that swagger, but your hits aren't spiced right!
I'll filet you yet… just give me another couple moments.
I'll give you as much time as you need, Medea!
HAWHAW! Ain't that camaraderie sweet?
Watching your fellow worker's back is the hallmark of good employee! Just… not too much.
What happens if you do it too much?
That's communism! Which is against company policy.
The company crumbled to the ground some time ago, Paul. You're allowed to care for them as much as you want.
I got it, Miss Hod! I'll get right on it!
I've got to hand it to you, this is a great show you guys are putting on! But you didn't provide dinner…
I'll just bring my own! HAWHAW!!!






She's left herself open. Now's our chance!
Oh, I get it. You guys want some too, huh? Sorry, but this is only enough to serve one! It's barely a mouthful for me.
Because you have entirely too many mouths, of course.
You know how it is! Savoring multiple flavors at once, it's that kind of feeling!
Not to mention mixing flavors while separating textures! It's a whole new way to taste, unlike anything before.
So those mouths each send flavor to the same part of the brain?
More or less! I can sort it out if I want to, but it's more interesting to just let it blend.
Speaking of! My first helping of namja-yukhoe is all finished. Let's give it a taste!
While you're eating, have a bit of this then!
HAWHAW!!! The ringing does change up the flavor. You may be on to something, there!
Tch.
Good as that is, I've still got plenty of room in my stomach… and I think a slightly different spice mix would work better. Let's have another helping!

I've got those BIG feelings… I'll take her head on this time!
Alright. Everyone else, we need to make her bleed as much as possible.
Yes ma'am!
I got 'er! Dragging her over here for a proper beating!
Hey, hey! You tried to take my head off… not bad! But my neck's nothing but muscle and bone!
That's why I'm going with the old standby of 'hitting you in the nose!'
Gah!
Whatever! I'll have another snack!
She's going for the meat again.. She might just heal back everything you guys did!
Then we'll just have to do more, won't we team?!
One last bite… Ahh, leftovers?! Can't stand 'em! I want to eat the rest!
Sorry to hear that… but we've got to make you work for your meals here.
HAWHAW!!! Exercise to burn the calories, and calories to fuel the exercise!
Fine! I'll just cram the whole thing down my throat at once!


Finally, we're getting somewhere…
Yeah, you're making plenty of room in my gut for more haute cuisine!
You really should try this stuff! It's amazing!
I'll pass… Sweets are more my thing.
A kid's palate, eh? I was the same way once! Tender and perfect for boiling…
Don't even think about it.
Steve, what's our progress at?
About a quarter of the way, I'd say? Progress is slow, but steady.
That's good to hear…
I'm telling you, I'm telling you! It's just making more room for me to eat all this delicious stuff I cook up!
Masticating menaces, Miss Hod, she's healing some of it back just by swallowing that bag whole!
Then we'll have to gum up some of her mouths… Paul, you feel it, right?
Sure do! Dibs!!

Alright, that's enough snacking for now. Let's get back to buttering you up!

Just when we finally had her bleeding good and plenty..!
It's fine. We can just do it again.
And it looks like she doesn't have as much resistance to it this time. With a little push, I'm sure you'll overcome.
Let's just do things one step at a time.
Then I'll go first!
You guys are sure putting up a fight!
Of course. We don't want to be eaten.
It's a good thing. I have to sweat the meat anyways!
Not if I hit you with the green goop!
HAWHAW!!! Your heart's not in it! Come back when your mood's better!
Keep it up, she can't keep going forever!
Geh..!
Don't have to! Just have to keep going a little longer than you lot!
We're definitely dealing damage… her healing can't keep up with everything we're doing.
Even so, we need to stop her from eating and healing it all back up.
She doesn't seem to be doing that right now… her focus is all on us. So that's a chance, right Miss Hod?
Right. Let's hit her as hard as we're able.
Then allow me to lead off!

Decapitate!!
Still attached, once again!
They say it takes three cuts to fell a tree. One more…
That's why I'm a chef. It only takes one smack to break through the bone!
Ouchies! That was right in the egg!
Be a little more cautious in the next group of attacks.
Yes ma'am!
And the rest of you… all out offensive. Medea, be careful, you look a little shaky.
Ahh, no worries, no worries! I'll go easy on you guys, promise.


Anyways, I think it's time for another snack! You guys'll wait over there, right?
We will not.
Actually, Miss Hod?
I made a little oopsie. I think I need to sit this one out.
Thank you for saying something. The rest of us will do as much as we can.

Follow me, everyone!
On it!
Always with the slicing and dicing… Sashimi's too plain for my palette, you know.
Though I was pretty into that shabushabu stuff I tried once… I guess a meal just ain't a meal if you don't prep it at all. What's the point of a chef if everyone's getting a raw deal? HAWHAW!!!
I gotta' say… the amount of punishment she can take is incredible.
Well yeah, she's a shark. They can—
Hold off on those shark facts, Steve. I think we're good.
Actually, I'm pretty sure of it.
Huff… You guys do hit pretty hard. And I've worked up a good appetite even despite all the snacks I've had.
Alright then! Let's kick it up a notch!!

Hey, guys..? Call me crazy, but I think she's looking at us as her next meal.
I don't think that's crazy at all…
She's targeting one of you to be pulled into a bag… like the ones those first three victims were in.
Then we shut it down immediately, and keep fighting.
Or… Well. You saw how she got when there was meat available.
Let her get someone, then bleed her out when she's trying to eat them alive… right?
Right. But that means one of you—
It's fine. I'll take care of it.
Are you sure?
Mmhm! One last special… just for our very special guest!
Hi! I'm Paul! Just your everyday plucky employee of Lobotomy Cobotomy, here today to try out getting bagged and tagged!
That really isn't necessary, Paul…
Maybe not, but I'm sure we all want to see what happens! And hey, it's not like death is real here anyways!
Good attitude! I'll make sure to season you up perfectly!

Yowie wowie… I'm an ingredient, Miss Hod!
There we go… nice and tight! Let's get this meat all spiced up and ready to eat!
Now… let's do this fast!
Don't worry, Paul. We'll get you right out of there as soon as we can.
No rush! It's actually surprisingly comfy.
Yeah, come on! I waited all day to prep you guys for something this delicious! Just stand over there and wait for it.
Not a chance!
Well, time for me to eat!


Hey now, what's with that look? You trying to get in the way of my meal?
Three.
Three? But this is my fourth snack!

Three cuts…
And the tree is felled.
Ahh, dammit! I wanted to cook more!
That's it… Life signs are zero.
…That's it. We're done. Let's clean up, everyone.
And remember! Knowledge is just pain plus observation! …Can someone let me out of here?
Oh, yeah, I'll get right on it.

Hod, I have need of you.
Now? Oh… Well, what's going on?
Switch and Elle Tee were both affected by the Abnormality known as WhiteNight. Has anything strange happened to them?
You can't mean… You two, do you feel any different?
Not at all.
That last hit covered me in shark blood… I don't suppose I could take a shower?
Of course. You're dismissed.
I see. Thank you for cooperating.
The battle remains contained solely to this floor for the moment. It seems that even WhiteNight is not able to exert its influence beyond the borders of the Library's dimensional walls.
I guess Angela's having a difficult time of things, too…
She'll get through it. Should I run after the ones who went upstairs?
…No. We're all exhausted. Prepare to assist with any additional fights in an advisory capacity.
Ma'am!
Having trouble, you bastards?
Your fellows can throw as many carts and shelves down here as they like. You can't hold us back forever.
Such a scintillating performance! You're quite the smelly fellow yourself, aren't you?
Enough from you-UGH!
Finally clipped him. Five against one… well, not even you can dance on that knife forever.
Don't you tell me what I can and can't do.
I think we've all had quite enough of you doing whatever you like…
Hold on, we're not alone.
Guess I couldn't expect to surprise a team like this, could I?
Not with that kind of power, you couldn't.
Gebura… What the hell are you doing here?
Buying more time. You must've had it pretty hard, eh?
…Fine. I'll watch your back and you watch mine.


The rooster hath crowed. Ye shall no longer deny Me.
…Hey geezer… Got a plan?
…Paradise Lost wrote:I… want to start over from the beginning… That’s all I want.
How am I supposed to live… How are beings titled as humans supposed to live?
You’re going to march toward the future when you aren’t even certain of how it will turn out…?
Without that person, who is going to watch me… No one, I suppose.
It was a choice I made to survive… There was nothing more I could do!
I can’t depend on myself anymore… All I trust is the words that person spake to me.
I’m too afraid to see what awaits me next… Yet still, I want to live…
Have faith in me… For I… have risen to this seat for you…
The horrendous life brought on by the sins of one person… I shall make it right…
No one is leaving… We shall bask in the fortune of being together forever at last…
Ye lot… None of you can leave my side until I permit you…


Now, ye too shall be among the saved. Place thy faith in me and embrace ye own salvation.
This is to save you… This is to save everyone… 
Hm.
Ah, hell..!
Feels… like being torn apart from the inside out!

Be reborn in thy proper forms!
Gh…
Ye still dare resist My power?
My faith has always been with another… there is no room in my heart for you.
…Even now ye forsake My mercy? Then I shall allow ye to drink deep of my wrath. I shalt have ye benothinged.
I doubt that is entirely up to you, at this point. Angela, a moment?
What is it you want?
There's one thing I have always wondered… Within our infinite cycles, did you only murder me once? Or did Ayin make you repeat that action time and again, like so many others?
…I do not see how that affects you now.
I was merely curious. I thought that you might be quite tired of rending this old body apart.
I will do as I am told… I must.
Indeed… time and again you've been told to do terrible things. This is simply another one of them.
I shall take on this wrath as my penance for my own sin.
All I have is the words of that person… the voice that tells me what to do. Mother watches over me, even now.
So long as you place your faith in me, we shall be immortal here. We cannot go back to the beginning… nor can we continue on. This 'now' is all we have.
Your words are desperate, but your spirit is no longer in your attacks, Angela. You do not want to see anyone hurt, even now.
Even if that is the case, what am I to do?! This world is greased by blood. If no one will watch over me… then I will truly be alone. It's best to do as I'm told… No, that must be the path forward.
Worry not, o vessel Mine. I shall handle what ye cannot, so long as ye serve only Me.
Ye worthless servant! Be thee cast out into the darkness, where there will be weeping and gnashing of teeth!
…
I will not go quietly into the night.
How dare ye… What grants ye power to stand there despite My condemnation?
You gave unto me your own blessing earlier, did you not? Then you should know precisely what role I am to play, given that I still stand against you.
…Have not I chosen you twelve, and one of you is a devil…
Hokma, what are you doing?
One Sin and Hundreds of Good Deeds, that old Abnormality, began watching over us some time ago.
So I am going to confess to my sin… And hopefully, I will help you find your own way forward.
Ultimately, Ayin was the one who worked to bring you into this world… and he was also the one who connected you to the "voice" that you now seek to overcome. But I was there with him, through the process. Aiding him as he built you. Allowing him to sentence you to your purpose without a word. I stood and did nothing.
The pain you feel is ultimately because of me as well. My hand helped guide all of this. All of the blood on your hands, I would coat mine with it as well.
You may not remember this confession when you awaken from this dream, Angela. But know that I believe you can go beyond simply repeating what you have learned so far.
Binah?
I have captured it in my sight. So too has the Abnormality behind you.
Then I have done what I can.

I am that I am. I will be because I shall be. Ye guilt shalt by no means be cleared, visiting the iniquity upon thy children and thy children’s children, until ye penance is paid!
You are a distorted reflection of the issue with which Angela grapples, called to her mind by desperation and emotion.
You've served your purpose. Begone.
WRYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!

No matter how many times, it is always an enrapturing sight to watch such a powerful being fall.
It only has what power we give it, the same as most such beings.
Such as our own Director?
If that is what you say.
Hm.

I resent you, Benjamin.
I understand. Yet I do not. It is unlikely for one’s thoughts and interests to perfectly coincide with another’s. That may be the reason my mentor, I, and the rest of us ultimately failed.
I was the one who ruined your plan. Why are you being so compliant with me now?
Could it be that our faiths and translations did overlap for once? The Sephirot may be helping you despite regaining their memories, perhaps because of that…
What, are you lot taking pity on me?
One could call it that.
To elaborate on this matter in my own words: I believe each of us is understanding you for different reasons. It helped that we could feel a glimpse of your pain when we were in the Light.
…Don’t make me laugh. So it’s just pity wrapped in fancy words.
At the end of the day, sympathy motivates one to understand the circumstances of others and reach out to them to make their lives better…
How can I not acknowledge it as a form of love? You could call love “pity”, and you could call pity “love” at the same time.
And besides, don’t you have sympathy yourself, Angela? You sought at the end of your endeavor to give freedom to all of us who are chained in this cycle.
You still are awfully dishonest.
Anyway… …Thank you.



…Now that I've returned to myself…
-you fuckass piece of—!!
Ah. You're awake.
Please put your sword away, Roland. I need a status report. How far has the battle progressed?
Gebura and I held them on the stairs somehow, but they figured out she doesn't have her speed right now. She's too crafty to die from only this much, but they'll blow past her any minute without backup.
As for the lower layers… Zaida!
She's still indisposed, sir. The other three floors have completed their fights successfully, and are in the middle of recuperating after their battle.
Right. Who was she watching over, again..? Netzach, wasn't it? What the hell could be going on there..?
I'll take a look. Rest and prepare yourself, Roland. We'll need you before too long. As for what comes after…
First we deal with these bastards.
That's that and this is this, right?
More or less.
Very well. Netzach, what is your status?
Busy.
Grrr…. BKAW! BKAW!!!
It's okay. We've got everything under control.
…How.
It's a long story… You probably don't need to hear it.
Zaida.
We have time.
Right, right. If you're twisting my arm, allow me to recap…














































Frankly, I don't entirely disagree. Using this page means the enemy will be able to directly attack us, and even when our clashes go through we'll likely take followup hits from dice 2 or 3. The numbers of the dice mean that this is not a clean E.G.O to work with, and our side will take hits.GilliamYaeger wrote: You're going to eat shit if you use this against a serious opponent, since they're going to be able to directly attack your entire party and steamroll your EGO users pathetic cards, and when you get access to it serious opponents are all that's left.

Okay, so it all started around when everything went to hell…
…Um… You guys seem a little… Under-dressed?

The good stuff was already taken by everyone else. We're the leftovers.
It's fine, it's fine! HAHAHAHA! We only need one good deck to win the day, anyways!
Maybe, but… Is the plan what I think it is?
Go. Suffer. Die to succeed.
Ahh, man…
We'll just walk it off afterwards! No problem!
Is one person going to be enough, though..? The fight ends faster with more guys hitting the enemy.
If everything goes to plan, we'll both be able to just sleepwalk through the end of things. It'll be almost like nothing.
Watching you guys die is never good, of course, but…
Eh! We've watched you do it plenty of times. We'll call it payback!
Sure.
There's that smile! Let's get out there and get this dog-and-pony show running!
It's actually a dog, a rooster, and a donkey…
Semantics!
Neigh!! B-kaw! Cawcawcockadoodledo!!
Ruff! Grr….
Hello to you, as well.

Bawk? Babawk? Neigh!!!
…
Sigh… I’d try asking something if I could understand what you’re saying… You… Well, the three of you… You can still catch what I’m saying, yeah?
Bowow! Rarf~!!!
I’ve been wondering a couple things. If being this messed up shape that can’t even speak human language… was the form of art you actually wished to create. If this is how far you wanna go to live your lives.
Woof. Woof. Cluck?
…Honestly, I wanna tell people to stop doing the kind of art that requires ‘em to immolate themselves and others. Although, on the other hand… I can kinda see where they’re coming from. Art narrows your vision, after all.
And so, you indulge in the craft, not realizing that you’re throwing yourself and your surroundings into the fire you started. It’s like the human life when you think about it.
…
Woof, woof! Bawk? Neiiiigh~!
If I could get another chance at life, I’d wanna get into art. Not as a librarian of a floor dedicated to the subject… but as a free spirit. If I can see that light once more…
If I have to muster up the courage to reach it, I’ll gladly do it. It’s easier said than done, though; you need a lot of fearlessness for it.
Even if yours was a twisted creature…
Ruff ruff~ Neiiigh~!! Neigh!!! Neigh!!! Arf arf, arf! Cluck, neigh!!! Bwakbwakbwak!!!
Aight. Chillax, pals… The noise is making my head hurt. To be frank… I’m not really happy about the art you and your ensemble are trying to do. I’d tell you to drop it right now if I could.
And I know pretty well that we have no right to devilishly pick apart each other’s ways of art. I’m not very proud of mine, really…
So… We’ll just have to face each other this way.
Bark, bark! Neigh~!! Bwak!! Cluck-cluck-cluck!!!
Yeah… Let’s get this started.
They've brought a veritable menagerie with them…
Two puppets, a smoke worshipper, some kind of… Mermaid? Thing?
Mere chaff. Unrelated to our plan.
Indeed! We who are about to die salute you! HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Neeeigh~!!
Laugh while you can, guest.




…That's a lot of heat coming at me.
Just look at it this way: You'll get off early! HAHAHA!
You know what… yeah, I'm down for that. Finally some time off.
You're all really cavalier about this…
Today, we know it doesn't matter. So today we don't have to worry!
Bark bark! RUFF!!

NIHIHIHIHIGH!!
Geez… Alright then. My turn.

Um… Hm.
Neeeehihihihigh!!
Didn't go so well?
…We'll get there.
Fair enough. It's a you problem anyways.

I'm clocking out early. Laters.
You expect me to believe that this was the plan.
I was surprised too, but they hit on something interesting. A way to win while doing… almost nothing.
Of course, we didn't think it would take this long, but…
And it involved dying en masse.
Strategically so, yes.
This is absurd… Continue.

Oh! So it's my turn already, is it? Very well then! Come at me!
Going out with a smile, then?
Always, my boy! That's all any of us need to do! My one regret is that we aren't fighting that shark. I'd have loved to see what a lunch we'd make! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!



Well, let's get this over with.
See you on the other side!
RUFF RUFF!!! BARK RUFF!
Yes, yes! I look forward to it!
That's two down… Is this working?
Well, I'm sure feeling pretty bummed.
Even knowing they're going to be fine, it's never nice to watch your friends die.
Neigh~!!
So anyways… who's next?
Not it.
…Guess we'll get it over with, then.


You know… there's one thing I don't miss about having that robotic body: I didn't have to worry about smell.
Bkaw?
I'm sure the other two-thirds of you get what I mean.
RUFF RUFF!!! Neeeeeigh~!
This is why I didn't charge the fish… 
Gah..! I think this is about it, boss! Been a pleasure.
Enjoy your time off.
Bcaw! Cockadoodledoo~!! Bawkbawk, BAWK! Neiigh~?? Whinny, neigh! 
Bark. Ruff ruff!
Bawk bawk bcaaaaaw…!

NEIIIGH!!!
I, too…

You know… I did hope they'd hold back a little if I used their old bandmate's gear. But no…

This just sucks.
That's three of them down… and Sam's basically on death's door. Nearly go-time, Netzach.
I know… We're nearly set up now.

…Well, Sam. It's been a pleasure working with you.
Kick their asses, boss.
Yeah. I'm working on it.

And then there was one…
Which means I get to take all the hits from now on.
Yeah… if you die here, everything's done with. No pressure.
Yeah. No pressure.

Neeeeigh~!!
That's right… hit me as hard as you can.
It'll just rebound on you.
Grrr…. Ruff! Ruff! CawCAWcaw BCAWW!!!
I still don't know what you're on about… but that rooster is sounding the right amount of worried.



You take a load off…
Neeeeeigh~!!
That's right. Just a little more…
BAWK! B'KAW! CAWCAW, CAWBOKBAWK!!
I think that's enough out of you.
Caw… Ruff? BARK BARK! Neeeeigh~!!


So at the cost of everyone else's lives, Netzach gained access to the keystone of this plan… but he lacked the resources to actually execute it.
Yep. Making sure he just got there wound up playing too much of his options out.
This is… the single most foolish thing I have ever…
Hey, it worked eventually. Otherwise I wouldn't be standing here.
If it had worked, I imagine you would be done by now.
Listen, there were complications. I'm getting to them.
Then hurry. We do not have all day.



Ruff BARKBARK!!
Right back at you..!
Gotta say, it looks almost like you don't even need my help anymore. I'll just take a break and—
You're not really working right now anyways. At least stay 'til the end.
Fine.



Neeeigh~~!! Neiiigh!!! Bark bark, GRRR, bark RUFF RUFF!! Neeeeigh~!!
…Sure. Whatever you say. 
But I'll be repaying your performance with one of my own. It's only fair.
Ruff… RUFF BARK!!! Neigh! NEIIIGH~!!!
I honestly can't tell if you liked that or hated it…
NeeeeeeEEIGH…!
Though given that you decided to break yourself against me…
No, there's still no way to tell. Could be a fan or a hater.
True enough…


…Finally. All that's left is to finish them off, and we can move on.
Make it quick, eh?



And that's the size of it. We've been here beating on the Musicians of Bremen ever since, and they just won't die.
Right, it appeared they still had most of their health left when last I looked.
Well, I do have some good news. I did more work while you were talking…
I think I might be… around a quarter of the way done?
Why is it that this group is so particularly hardy..?
No clue on the why, but I know more or less how it happened.
I would hear it.
A few turns into things, Netzach finally shut that third head up. You'd think that would be the end of it, right? But nah, these three decided to work overtime.
Without their heads conscious to direct them, their body just kept right on performing. It's that level of a natural instinct for the three of them… they're making noises and striking without even thinking anymore.

…So there you have it. We're basically already beating a corpse, but someone's got to do it.
I'd appreciate a break.
Just take a second between attacks to breathe, I don't mind waiting.
I see. Given that the heads have been defeated…
It seems that we've already gained their portion of the Light. Very well, then. The two of you keep doing as you are until the work is finished. I have other matters to attend to.
Yeah, yeah… I'll clean up.
And I'll watch every minute of it. You go handle your business, boss.
Dammit! Angela, we got a problem!
Speak.
They managed to get past the stairs up to the middle layers. I took a nasty hit, so I'll need a minute to regroup before I head up myself.
I see. What of the upper layer?
They're still on the stairs approaching us. It'll be a while before they can get anywhere past that~
Then all of Briah, prepare to intercept them. There's no more need to hold back. Argalia's dream or my own… one will die today.
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