>>1856767
>>A. What do you mean?

>>1856767
>>A. What do you mean?

>>1856767
>C. Be honest with her, you aren’t sure you should be a leader either.

>>1856767
>A. What do you mean?

>>1856767
>A. What do you mean?

>>1856767
>>C. Be honest with her, you aren’t sure you should be a leader either.

>>1856767
>D Levity
It's a learning process something you have to go through too. One thing you are sure of is that she has a whole bunch of talent and a lot of smarts, and she looks out for everyone else. That makes her a leader in your eyes.

>>1856767
>D. I'm sure. You're intelligent, quick on your feet, and understand how to fight. Just spend some time with the people on your roster to figure out how they work, then get some team practice in.

>>1856767
>>C. Be honest with her, you aren’t sure you should be a leader either.

I think I got the Gist of what you guys are going for. writin

>>1856767
>>B. Agree with her

>>1856767

“What do you mean?” You ask, lacing your hands together.

“Am I really a good candidate for this? I mean...what is the criteria for a good leader? Because I don’t think i’ve got it.” She says, and you watch a shiver run down her spine. “I’m a kid...WE are kids. How does Ozpin know we’re ready?” She continues.

It reminds you of when you had met her not even a week before, in that quiet little cell. Alone, afraid and very far out of her element. You have no words for her, as you were yourself in her same position of unsure leadership. You were both just thrown into this position, you just never thought that you would not be alone in this.
“I...wish I knew.” You begin, mulling the ideas in your head over trying to break them down into something digestible. “I’m not a leader either, Ruby. Up until we met I lived out in the woods with Khrone and before that…” You trail off, breaking eye contact.

>Roll a d20, partly for spaghetti, partly for seeing how well Lucy manages to inspire Ruby.

Rolled 9 (1d20)

>>1857026

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1857026

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>1857026

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1857026

Rolled 12 (1d20)

>>1857026

Rolled 8 (1d20)

come on nat 1

>>1857028
>1857028
Yooooooo

>>1857028
Well done!

>>1857026
(That moment when you pass out at your desk...I should probably sleep after this)


“The past isn't important.” You say after a moment, returning your gaze to the girl. You are unsure of where the sudden steel like resolve comes from as it begins to sink into your voice, but you can physically see Ruby gripping onto it as she leans closer to listen.

“It doesn't quite matter where I've been, what I was doing before here and now. What matters is that I'm here, like it or not.” You plough on. “Sure I don't know what I'm doing, and I'm afraid; Deeply, deeply afraid. Because compared to six years of nonstop fighting for my life, this is the most dangerous and scary thing I've ever done.” You continue to admit, the crack Jaune had formed in your perfect dam opening further; As you finally had someone who shared your new predicament, if only partly.

“Because I'm not just responsible for me anymore, but you, and Yang, and Jaune, and Pyrrha and everyone else. I can't just walk into problems without fear because now? Now I've got something to lose.” You don't even know why you're trusting this girl as you say this, but you nail the point home finally with your closing words.

“Sure, I'm not a leader; but I think you and I have the same thing every other great leader had to make them great.”

“W-what?” She asks, though you cannot tell if it is awe or fear that seeps into her voice.

Hearing the wavering in her voice you set your gaze in her eyes, steeling every ounce of whatever courage was filling you. Because everything you said meant nothing if not even you believed it.

>What is it that makes you a leader
>A. Something worth fighting for.
>B. Someone worth fighting for.
>C. Something worth protecting.
>D. Other

>>1857216
>B
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HiqmZLOaD8o

>>1857216
>A. Something worth fighting for.

>>1857216
>>C. Something worth protecting.

>>1857216
>>C. Something worth protecting.

>>1857216
>C. Something worth protecting.

>>1857216

>A. Something worth fighting for.
>C. Something worth protecting.

Why not both?

>>1857216
>>C. Something worth protecting.

>>1857216
>A. Something worth fighting for.
>C. Something worth protecting.

>>1857216
>B
Both Luci and Ruby fight for the people around them.

>>1857216

“Something worth fighting for. Something that we would go the lengths of the world to protect.” You answer, and you see the realization dawn on the girl’s face. When she speak up however it gives you pause.

“What do you fight for, Lucius?”

You fought for many things, to survive, to reach another day. Simple things like that; However you knew she was asking you to embellish her, to tell her what exactly was the thing you would carry the burden of leadership for. Again there were many things that you could answer with, though you knew that deep down there was truly only one answer.

>Well, what is that that you fight for EXACTLY.
>A. You, Ruby. I’ll carry this burden to preserve yours, and everyone else's innocence.
>B. My Friends. For the first time in my life I have people other than just Khrone to call friend; If I must take this mantle to keep hold of that, so be it.
>C. My home; I lost my home once before because I was weak, because I couldn’t protect it and help those who did. I won’t let that happen again.
>D. Other.

>>1857699
>B+C

>>1857699
>>B. My Friends. For the first time in my life I have people other than just Khrone to call friend; If I must take this mantle to keep hold of that, so be it.

>>1857699
>B+C
Home is where the heart is, and Luci's heart is with his friends

>>1857699
>>C. My home; I lost my home once before because I was weak, because I couldn’t protect it and help those who did. I won’t let that happen again.

>>1857699
>>B+C

>>1857699
>>D. Other.
Because I don't know anything else

>>1857716
Then why did you not just pick one of the options?

>>1857720
I believe he intends for Lucy to say that.

>>1857699

>B. My Friends. For the first time in my life I have people other than just Khrone to call friend; If I must take this mantle to keep hold of that, so be it.

>C. My home; I lost my home once before because I was weak, because I couldn’t protect it and help those who did. I won’t let that happen again.

To new beginings

>>1857724
Oh I see.

>>1857699
B

>>1857699
>D

Yang's nubile feet. cant live without em anymore.

but seriously

>B+C

>>1857699
>>B. My Friends. For the first time in my life I have people other than just Khrone to call friend; If I must take this mantle to keep hold of that, so be it.

>>1857699

“First and foremost? I fight for you, for Yang, for Jaune and Pyrrha, Ren and Nora; For our Cadre. Because like I said before: for the first time in years I have a place where i’m not constantly having to worry about Beowulf or Boarbatusk, where I have a bed and people to talk to and...I have a home.” You say quietly, finally closing your eyes and doing what you can to lock the girl out of your head.

You hadn’t planned on letting her see you like this, you were supposed to be the leader; Resolute and invincible in the face of the most impossible and deadly of situations. Yet here you were, choking on words because for the first time you had a home and friends and everything that you had lost almost a decade before. It was pathetic, and both of you knew it.

Yet you feel the usual warmth of another human as she hugs you, the gentle scent of vanilla dancing in your senses. It floors you, you have no idea why she is doing this and before you can even speak she places her hand over your mouth.

“Don’t you dare.” She say, only moving her hand once you nod in understanding. “Look at me.” She instructs, and after a few seconds you obey. Her silvery eyes are only a few inches from your own. “Because we’re the same. We both want to protect the same things...there’s no shame in that.” She says quietly.

>Wat do?
>A. Return the embrace?
>B. Try and say something
>C. Roll Spaghetti
>D. Other

>>1857918
>A. Return the embrace
aw, hugs are nice

>>1857918
>B. Try and say something

>>1857918
> A
Sure why not, Ruby is for hug after all

>>1857918
>B. Try and say something
>C. Roll Spaghetti

>>1857918
>A. Return the embrace?

>>1857918
>A
>Ain't no hug like an imouto hug, 'cause an imouto hug is emotionally fulfilling.

>>1857918
>C. Roll Spaghetti

>>1857918
>>B. Try and say something
>>C. Roll Spaghetti

>>1857918
Wait, if option B is trying to say something then wouldn't that be a spaghetti roll anyway?

>>1857918
>>A. Return the embrace?

>>C. Roll Spaghetti
Why not both?

>Roll some pasta boys

Rolled 18 (1d20)

>>1857991

Rolled 2 (1d20)

>>1857991

Rolled 16 (1d20)

come on nat 1

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1857991
Cmon Acidice!

Rolled 1 (1d2)

1 for Good
2 For Interesting

>>1858001
As the roller of the 20 I hereby demand those Interesting times!

As you wish, so shall it be.

oh this is going to be FUN

>>1858001
>>1858010
If we roll low I demand we bank that 20

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>1857991

>>1857918

The quiet moment spent between you after her words feels like an eternity, however it is not a peaceful one. For you feel it again, that same feeling of disconnection you had felt the day before. Yet why baffles you, there is no enemy, no threat; Only you and the girl who had you in her embrace...alone...with no one around.
What the hell is wrong with you?!

“Ruby…” You start to murmur, already leaning into the embrace of the red reaper.

“Mn?” She murmurs in response, looking up at you.

Locking eyes with the girl again that disconnect begins to mutate. It isn’t a disconnect as much as it is a...split. But a split with what? It also isn’t as aggressive, as angry, as afraid as it was the day before. As you continue to stare into her silver pools you are overwhelmed by a feeling of curiosity, of comfort, of...longing? Longing for what?

None of it makes sense! What is happening to you?!

This whole time however you’ve been arguing with yourself you’ve been leaning closer and closer, drawn and haunted by the pale and ghostly color of her eyes.

>Roll to resist the Split. 1d20-5

Rolled 12 - 5 (1d20 - 5)

>>1858068

Rolled 6 - 5 (1d20 - 5)

>>1858068

Rolled 9 - 5 (1d20 - 5)

Rolled 13 - 5 (1d20 - 5)

>>1858068

Rolled 1 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>1858068

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Rolled 5 - 5 (1d20 - 5)

>>1858068
Give me a shit roll

>>1858081
Well, you did ask for it.

Rolled 17 + 5 (1d20 + 5)

>>1858068

>>1858081
>>1858080
>>1858075
>>1858071

Brace for impact. Cute Capacitors overloading

>>1858080
>we're gonna have a ptsd attack because of an imouto hug.

Rolled 7 (1d20)

Rolled 20 (1d20)

>>1858099
>>1858100
But why though.

Rolled 15 - 5 (1d20 - 5)

for Weaverette

>>1858100
>>1858080

Because these cancel Each other out:

ROLL A FLAT D20 to decide how this works. Lesgo boys I want all the PASTA YOU CAN MAKE.

Rolled 1 (1d20)

>>1858105

OH COME ON

Rolled 10 (1d20)

>>1858105

>>1858107
And the results remain unchanged.

Rolled 19 (1d20)

Rolled 5 (1d20)

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>1858105

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>>1858107
Writing

Rolled 13 (1d20)

for Weaverette

Rolled 2 (1d2)

Now...the question is do I count this as a DOUBLE 1 scenario?

Hmmm

1 for yes
2 for no

Rolled 85 (1d100)

>>1858127
No, you must do double nat 1
So say my high roll

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>1858127

Whichever one destroy's Acid's hopes for waifuing Ruby

>>1858143
No

>>1858143
>>1858127
Supporting Chaos (so long as we don't harm the Ruby)

Rolled 3 (1d20)

>>1858068

You can’t even stop yourself as you continue to lean closer to the huntress and after a moment she proceeds to follow you. There are no words, and part of you desperately wishes there were; Because perhaps some words, ANY words could knock some sense into you. Yet the silence remains and the inevitable happens.

You don’t know how to describe the feeling of her lips on yours, as there are so many tiny things you notice during the perhaps seconds that the chaste moment occurs. The first to hit you of course is the softness of the flesh against your own, followed soon after by that subtle hint of sugar. The last is her eyes, the mercurial pools seeming to dim in the shadow of your frame over hers.

It is nothing like the strange, rough and sudden kiss you had with Neo in Juniors. If you were honest you had no real comparison to the moment, and for a split second you wonder if you could find out with Yang at a later date.

However the sudden spell is broken when you close your eyes, as without her eyes your brain suddenly seems to jerk to activity. You don’t mean to but you jerk your head away and look down at the girl.

“Ruby...I...I..” However when she looks into your eyes what you see in the reflection haunts you.

Red, the same glowing burning red as the Grimm; And this time, there was no doubts, no tricks of the light.

It was you.

>Wat do?
>A. Run.
>B. Panic.
>C. Shutdown
>D. Other.

>>1858173
>A. Run.

>>1858173
>C. Shutdown

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>>1858173
pissing against the tide here, but

>>Shutdown

stop running away from your damn problems.

>>1858173
>A
So now when Ruby asks for Yang to help her find us, she has to tell her sister that she took our firs consensual kiss.
Great job Harmen

>>1858173
>>C. Shutdown

>>1858173
>C. Shutdown

>>1858173
>A. Run.
>B. Panic.
>C. Shutdown

>>1858173

>A. Run.

Fuck you Harmen

>>1858182
>Lucius runs away and passes out after taking a few steps

>>1858173
changing>>1858179
to C because Weaver says it's "interesting".

>>1858173
>C. Shutdown

>>1858173
>>D. Other.
all of the above

>>1858173
>Shutdown
Enough running away from your problems.

>>1858173
changing to c

[Spoiler] Looks like we're going down a rabbit hole, my children. After all, things are twisted and strange when peering through a Looking Glass [/Spoiler]

>>1858200
You goofed the spoiler.

>>1858248

Your first post here, how does it feel?

>>1858173

Her voice seems distant, and grows farther and farther away. The world around you begins to fade, yet the last thing you see is those Silver orbs; Tainted red with the glimmer of your eyes.

.

.

.

You wake to the sound of waves and feeling of long grass dancing along your limbs. As you open your eyes the sky, pale and blue as it always was is without a cloud in the sky. Getting to your feet your head rings with the last vestiges of a headache that you must of gotten when you fell into the field.

As you stand you look around you, and are met with a breathtaking vista. The field around you is nothing but tall grass and wild wheat, with rolling forested hills to your west. To the east the occasional spray of sea mist shoots over slate cliffs, the cool breeze and scent of salt water adding to the musky scent of wet earth.

Behind you the field stays open before plummeting down the cliffs, leaving only the north left.

It is a curious sight that lays to the north of you, with jagged crags of rock and stone. You can see the glint of light reflecting pieces of the crags and you realize that they are not crags, but ruins.

>Where do you go?
>A. Head East
>B. Head North

>>1858262
>B. Head North

>>1858262
>>B. Head North

>>1858262
>B

>>1858262

>B. Head North

Well this is fucked

>>1858262
>>A. Head East

>>1858262
>B. Head North

>>1858262
B

Fucking hell we kiss ruby then go on a trip inside our head. How the fuck do we have this shit happen?

>>1858278

>Fucking hell we kiss ruby then go on a trip inside our head. How the fuck do we have this shit happen?

Acid

>>1858262
>B. Head North

>>1858255
Pretty good, just got off work and missed the vote.
>>1858262
>B. Head North
but I didn't miss this.

>>1858278
>>1858278
Time to theorize my anon! I think that the mechanical argumentation were not the only thing that we had done to us in Icarus, the symbology is pretty heavy there with us loosing our arms because of foolishness, but the whole settlement failed because of the foolishness of the adults who might have been messing with things they shouldn't have. Grimm things at that, I am getting the feeling that we might have had a grimm symbiote implanted in us to assist with hunter training or at least with our auguments. Also I find strange that two candidates of Icarus went off the grid like that for so long with no actual tracking. How do we know that our "friend" really did follow us out of friendship d not to report back to his backers from the program?

The reason for the splitting in wanting this to happen might have been caused by the grimm inside us rearing away from the huntress with silver eyes as their bloodline are mortal enemies the other side of us is the young dorky kid that just felt the urges of a kid.

>>1858296

I think you're both reading in too deep and seeing things not there. But if what you say is even close to true

>Inb4 We were a warframe all along

>>1858262

It's quite a trek, but you decide to look into the ruins ahead of you. You're thankful for your boots and brace as you trudge the distance, the sun bathing you in the heat as it reaches its zenith. As you get closer the ruins only get larger and larger, towering over your head.

By the time you reach the base you look up the sixty foot ruins and realize that they were in fact walls, incredibly thick ones at that. The glimmering you had seen? Circuitry and metal panels that have since buckled or began to rust. Peering through the cracks in the wall you see a sudden drop off on the other side.

Strange.

>Do you attempt to scale the wall?
>A. Yes
>B. No

>>1858296
....so what, we have a literal beast inside us or something? What happens when we get into a fight with Cinder then if its true?

>>1858310
>A. Yes

>>1858310
>A

>>1858310
>A. Yes
>inb4 this is the Grimm invasion of Icarus from their perspective, transmitted by the Symbiote.

>>1858296
>Salem was our mother all along.

>>1858310

>A. Yes

>>1858323
Do we get cool spiderweb tattoos when we get pissed now?

>>1858296
Entirely possible.
Icarus was, after all, full of lost souls

>>1858310
A

>>1858310
>>A. Yes

>>1858310
>A. Yes

>>1858310
>>A. Yes

>>1858310

It is a simple climb, though not without its risks. Crumbling concrete and loose metal meaning that many natural handholds were hit or miss. It is probably a good twenty minute climb, and as you finally pull yourself onto the wall you see what lays beyond. At first you aren't sure exactly what it is, as memories swirl in your mind; Yet no matter how you grasp at these strands of memories, they stay out of reach.

The drop is not simply a sea wall, but a crater; Crumbled walls rimming the entire perimeter. As it spirals further down into the crater you see scattering of buildings in various states of disrepair, leading up to the last major structure of the ruin.

A massive, angry spire made of equal parts black rock and metal. You see fading green and orange of rusting and oxidizing metal, forming a long decrepit and broken image. You can't imagine how long the jutting, defiant symbol of humanity had been in this crater; Let alone who had built it.

However all the same it calls to you.

>Do you answer the call?
>A. yes
>B. Not yet, let's explore

>>1858368
>B

>>1858368
>>A. yes

>>1858368
>A. yes

>>1858368

>A. yes

>>1858368
>B. Not yet, let's explore
Lets see if there are bodies lying around, avoid the Marker thing.

>>1858368
>B. Not yet, let's explore

>>1858378

But anon, it just wants to M A K E U S W H O L E

>>1858381
FUCK THAT, YOU AINT GETTING MY GIBBLY BITS YOU ROTTING GRIMM BASTARD, YOU'LL NEVER TAKE ME ALIVE...poor choice of words. We literally have Ruby, right next to us, probably, huh, she probably ran off to get Khrone right now. Still, DONT TOUCH THE MARKER!

>>1858368
>A. yes

>>1858368
>>A. yes

>>1858368
>A

that call, is the call to destiny!

>>1858368
>B. Not yet, let's explore
fuck that shit

>Lucius is finally going to be a MAN OF DESTINY

>>1858390
Yeah, it's a call to something alright.

>>1858368

You're drawn to it, and as you make the hike down the crater you pass the broken and crushed buildings, clawed doors and other debris. Whatever happened here must have been huge, as there were even tattered remains of clothes and skeletons strewn about, rusted weapons and all. You force yourself to look away from the devastation however as you continue your way to the tower, walking through its looming shadow and trying to find a way in.

Like a rotting cavity you find what must have once been the lobby of the building, with much of the lower levels hollow above you. As you stare at the long since ruined elevator shaft you see the shaft goes further still into the bowels of this husk, yet equally curious is the top of the shaft; with swinging cables denoting a breeze.

>where do you go?
>A. The Rise to Light
>B. The Dark Descent

>>1858456
>A

>>1858456
>>A. The Rise to Light

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>1858456

Hmmm, to ascend into the light and go through horror? Or go down into darkness for horror? Fuck it I'll flip a coin

1. A
2. B

>>1858456
>B. The Dark Descent
No brakes on the SUFFERING train.

>>1858456
>A

Destiny? is- is that you?

>>1858465

If it is, w not go into the darkness? O Anon mine?

>>1858456
>A. The Rise to Light

>>1858470

>why

What in the shit happened with my keys?

>>1858456
>A. The Rise to Light
Pretty sure both options are going to suck, but light makes me think of Yang and Ruby.

>>1858456
>A. The Rise to Light

>>1858470
destiny prefers lofty vistas

>>1858494

Well if we can become the Traveler then I vote

>A

>>1858456

You take a running jump, your hands gripping onto the steel beams within the shaft and after a few experimental touches, begin the arduous climb up the shaft. It is touch and go at many points, and you almost fall when a beam comes loose; But after what feels like an hour you finally reach the top.

The doors are buckled and bent inwards, and beyond them the lobby of an immaculate waiting room appears before you. Stepping through the ruined door you see why, for in both directions there are small pads for aircraft to land. It was as much a waiting room as it was a departure point, yet here too skeletons and weapons are laid.

The only other thing of note is the scratched and ruined wood doors before you, gold and brass fading and again the faded symbol you had seen on the towers facade appears here. It must have belonged to the owner, and as you reach for the worn handle the wood rots away and with twin ‘Thud’’s the doors fall into the room.

>Do you enter?
>A.Yes
>B. No

>>1858541
>>A.Yes

>>1858541

>A.Yes

I'd say what could go wrong, but lots of things can go wrong

>>1858541
>A.Yes

>>1858541
>>A.Yes

>>1858541
>A

>>1858541
>A
>Abandon All hope ye who enter here

>>1858541

Stepping into the room the musky smell of old paper and rotting carpet fills your nose and you almost recoil at the smell, however after a few moments the smell is tolerable and you step further in. Whatever the place had used to be was most likely an office; As the finery that doted it ceiling to floor had to have been resplendent in their heyday.

Sitting still at the rotting desk was another skeleton, and as you approach it was clearly long rotted, with an antique revolver on the desk along with some other scattered items. As you approach the desk you see that they are a revolver, a faded gold pocket watch, its hands frozen at 6:12 a musky book and massive brass key.

>What do you take
>A. The watch
>B. The book
>C. The key
>D. All of them

>>1858650
>>D. All of them

>>1858650
>D. All of them

>>1858650
>D
I wad gonna suggest only taking the key and book but at that point you might as well grab everything

>>1858650
>>D. All of them

>>1858650
>A. The watch
RIP Lucy dad.

>>1858650
I kinda want that revolver

>>1858650

>D. All of them

I feel my kleptomania kicking in

>>1858650
>D. All of them
Not like he's using them anyway.

>>1858650
>>D. All of them

>>1858671
agreed, take the revolver

>>1858650

Stuffing the contents into your pockets you look around the room for anything else, however all you find is more ruined books and long disintegrated paper. Making your way back out to the lobby, you step through the buckled door and peer down the shaft. Before you even debate knocking the cable down to descend you hear the desk collapse. Turning to look you find that the skeleton gone.

Strange.

>Where do you go from here?
>A. Head back to the Lobby
>B. Take the Plunge into the Depths of the Tower.

>>1858987
>B. Take the Plunge into the Depths of the Tower.

>>1858987
>>B. Take the Plunge into the Depths of the Tower.

>>1858987
>B
Hello darkness my old friend

>>1858987
>B. Take the Plunge into the Depths of the Tower.

>>1858987
>>1859006
>B

ive come to talk with you again

>>1858987
>B

>>1858987
>B. Take the Plunge into the Depths of the Tower.

whatcouldpossiblygowrong.jpg

>>1858987

Letting the cable fall down the empty shaft, you wrap the cable around your arm and take a leap down. Sparks dance from your arm as the two metals grind against one another, slowing your descent as you continue past the lobby and into the basement. Before you the elevator door is still shut, in fact you were currently standing on the elevator car, which had seemingly collapsed into the shaft at an earlier point.

Pressing your hands into the gap of the doors you tug hard and after a few moments you manage to open the doors. The reason you had such difficulty becoming apparent as you realize the basement still had power. How such a thing was possible was behind you, and stepping through the door you hear it close behind you. Looking down the lit halls you find that compared to the rest of the facility, this place is relatively well kept. There was no dust, no debris, no rot.

It was an oddity to be certain.

Other than the hall splitting at the near edge, there was a massive vault door, equally pristine as the rest of the basement. Just staring at the door fills you with a feeling of both unease and dread. You hadn’t been here before, had you? You had never seen the door, nor had you seen the inscription above.

Looking Glass.

>What do?
>A. Check the halls
>B. Check the Vault
>C. Other.

>A. Check the halls

>>1859457
>Check the halls

>>1859457
>>A. Check the halls

>>1859457
>A. Check the halls

>>1859457
>>A. Check the halls

>>1859457
>C

call out, perhaps there are survivors

>>1859488
It's been long enough that the bodies upstairs are skeletonized. If there ARE people here against all odds it's probably not "survivors".

>>1859457
>B. Check the Vault

>>1859457
>A

>>1859457

Walking up to the door you look down the branching halls and find that they both lead off seemingly forever in both directions. No doors, no adjacent hallways. As far as you can tell up until they curve out of sight they are entirely smooth hallways.

How strange.

>do you walk down the halls?
>A. yes
>B. No, let's look at the vault

I'll leave it here for the evening

>>1859764
>B
I get the feeling that this drug trip isn't going to last forever, we should find out as much important info as we can.

>>1859764
>>A. yes

>>1859764
>B
Get this shit moving

>>1859764
B

>>1859764
>B

>>1859764

Stepping up to the massive, gilded vault door; and looking over the door you find something of note. All of the locking bolts are interconnected to a singular point: A hollow recess about the size of your palm in the center of the door. Along the edges of the recess you can see scratches and other slight marks, meaning that whatever was put into the recess had been used multiple times by an unsteady hand. Looking at the hole you slowly pull out the pocket watch and see that its face, while well worn, is also equally scuffed.

They couldn’t be connected, could they? Of all the keys to have why would you use the WATCH? Pressing it into the recess however you find your answer.

There is a soft click and you can hear the gears of the watch rapidly spinning, twisting and spinning yet unseen lock pins and gears, the inner lock bolts twisting away and pulling yet other bolts until finally with a quiet hiss the grounding bolts recede into the door itself. It’s job finished, the clock pops out without a sound: However before you can even grip the timepiece it begins to fall apart, springs and gears splaying out all over the floor.

The Looking Glass has Been Opened.

>Do you enter?
>A. Yes.
>B. No.

>>1860079
>A

>>1860079
>>A. Yes.

>>1860079
>A. Yes

>>1860079
>A. Yes.

>>1860079
>A

>>1860079
>B. No.
Nope.jpg

>>1860079

The door slides open without a sound as you step back from the massive door you feel your heart sink like a stone. Whatever is behind this door was locked for a reason, and with a dull thud you hear the lights above within the room kick on and what you see sends a searing bolt of agony through your mind.

You know EXACTLY where you are now.

It’s Icarus….it is the sub basement that you were never allowed to enter. None of the children were ever allowed anywhere near this place. Not even-

Another bolt sends you to your knees and you can no longer bite back and let out a scream, your hands grabbing your hair as you do everything you can to block out the memories. The smell of burning flesh and cordite, of the screams and washes of blood. The pain of your arms being ripped away from your body.

Your body is wracked with contortions but as the pain subsides you finally get to your feet. Your bathed in a cold sweat now but you are now left with a choice. Do you brave whatever lay beyond or do you run now...run away from Icarus...however you had managed to get here.

>Do you press on?
>A. Yes.
>B. No

>>1860114
>>A. Yes.

>>1860114
>A. Yes.

>>1860114
>A. Yes.
Wonder what's happening in the real world

>>1860116
>A Amnesia the Dark Descent

>>1860114
>A. Yes
fuck it at this point we've gone too far

>>1860116
>>B. No

>>1860114
>A
we never stopped to ask if we could so let's not question if we even should.

You asked for it

>>1860114

Swallowing your fear you step into the dimly lit vault and the moment you step past the threshold you feel your skin turn to ice. You’ve been here. HOW HAVE YOU BEEN HERE?! In all your years at Icarus you had never stepped foot on this floor, in this vault and yet you KNEW this was what it was supposed to look like.

HOW?! HOW?!

Your head throbs as phantom memories and sensations ripple through your mind. Your mind is pulled in a dozen directions as it attempts to make sense of it all. You know the full puzzle but not what it shows, however all rational thought ends when you see what sits in the center of the room.

A single large, Grand Mirror.

You were certain that it wasn’t what was kept in the Vault, it was something else, something important. So why a mirror? Why was there a Mirror here.

>Do you step closer?
>A.Yes
>B.No. Get me out of here...Get me out of HERE!

>>1860154
>>B.No. Get me out of here...Get me out of HERE!

>>1860154
>A.Yes
AHHHHHHHHHHHHH

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>>1860154
>A.Yes

>>1860154
>A
Oh yeah can't stop, won't stop.

>>1860154
>>A.Yes
lets do this in for a penny in for a pound

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>>1860154
>A

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gJpT_wHZeF8


You slow, Time slows, everything seems to slow as you walk towards the mirror. There is no dust, no tarnish, nothing. It is, as far as you can imagine a perfectly normal mirror. However when you look into it you see.

Nothing.

What? How could that be, it’s a mirror it should reflect whatever it-

That’s when you see it. You see the reflection and horror slips into your very being.

Your Reflection is there, but only half of it; Right from your nose, your torso, all of it. However it isn’t a clean split, rather it looks like it was ripped away; But it’s only a reflection right? Right?!

The hell is happening to you?

The horror however only grows once you realize that the mirror isn’t simply a sheer silver, but in fact tinted.

Tinted with Jade.

When this realization slams home however your reflection changes again, but what looks back at you isn’t you. It’s like a trick of the eye, a spectre to be sure; It has no color, no light, no form. It is a shadow that lives within the mirror before you, there’s no way it can do anything to hurt you, right?

Even as you say that however, it’s hands begin to push through the mirror and grip the edges and all reality begins to melt around you.

>What do you do?
>A. Attempt to shatter the Mirror
>B. Run, run as fast as you can. Seal the Vault!
>C. Other.

>>1860184
>A. Attempt to shatter the Mirror
>This fast of an update
OH SHIT, THINGS ARE GETTING SERIOUS NOW

>>1860184
>B. Run, run as fast as you can. Seal the Vault!

>>1860184
>B. Run, run as fast as you can. Seal the Vault!

>>1860184
>>A. Attempt to shatter the Mirror
We see grimm we punch grimm

>>1860184
>B
shit's fucked, we don't need 7 years bad luck on top of this.

>>1860184
>B. Run, run as fast as you can. Seal the Vault!

>Roll d100-50. Can you do it in time I wonder?

Rolled 32 + 50 (1d100 + 50)

>>1860203

Rolled 12 - 50 (1d100 - 50)

>>1860203

Rolled 79 - 50 (1d100 - 50)

>>1860203

Rolled 52 - 50 (1d100 - 50)

>>1860203

Rolled 29 - 50 (1d100 - 50)

>>1860203

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Rolled 33 - 50 (1d100 - 50)

>>1860203
We're so fucking dead

Rolled 43 - 50 (1d100 - 50)

>>1860203

It's fucking over
We're dead

Rolled 37 - 50 (1d100 - 50)

Rolled 25 - 50 (1d100 - 50)

>>1860219
Forgot dice
But we're still dead regardless

Rolled 73 - 50 (1d100 - 50)

>>1860184

Rolled 74 - 50 (1d100 - 50)

>>1860203

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You stumble back before running headlong for the door. You have to get to the passage you had come through before, you had to seal the shadow in this place and never let it out. But you are too slow and by the time you begin to push the door, The Spectre’s hand is already going to push through the crack. Instead of staying to find out you run for the elevator shaft. You don’t even care to deal with waiting for it to open as you punch straight through the door and scramble for the light, for salvation ahead.

>Roll 1d100+10 because you’re panicking

Rolled 60 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1860230

Rolled 75 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1860230

Rolled 62 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1860230
>inb4 nat 1

Rolled 85 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1860230

Rolled 8 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1860230

Rolled 2 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1860230
Check this nat 1

Rolled 43 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1860230

Rolled 35 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1860230

Rolled 63 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1860230
It's over

>>1860234
Congrats

Writin

>>1860230
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IMNLy67ihY4

You can hear your heart racing in your ears as you grab onto the rope and aim Ariadne at the ground beneath you. Firing her the recoil sends you shooting up the shaft, and every time you slow you simply fire again. You don’t care if you’re wasting ammunition, maybe the shots will bury the thing down there. You don’t care to find out. Bursting out into the main lobby you run for the outside of the building only to freeze in your tracks.

It’s there, right in front of you, BUT HOW?!

It doesn’t even make a sound as it stands there, empty handed and towering over you. It’s clear now that wherever you go it will follow, like a shadow chasing the real world. The only option left was to fight.

If it wanted a fight, you’ll give it one.

>Roll 1d100

Rolled 75 (1d100)

>>1860258

Rolled 68 (1d100)

>>1860258
FIGHT LUCIUS
FIIIIIIIGHT

Rolled 23 (1d100)

>>1860258

Rolled 90 (1d100)

>>1860258

Rolled 93 (1d100)

>>1860258

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>1860258

>>1860264
>>1860266
>>1860267

Lucy ain't fucking around

>>1860258

You charge the Apparition and just as you reach it leap above it, firing shot after shot after shot into it from above before coming straight down with a devastating slash. As the dust clears however the pockmarked crater is the only sign that you had even attacked it, as otherwise it looked entirely unphased. You fear a counter attack but you discover that it moves without coordination or speed; Rather sluggish in comparison to the speed it must have had to arrive before you. While it makes it easy to avoid it’s attacks you can’t help but feel frustrated that any normal attack you use against it amounts to cutting through air.

Firing again you create some space between you and The Spectre. It was time to come up with a new battle plan.

>Roll 1d100+10