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daybreakacademy2021-03-13 07:55 pm
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Entry tags:
- 9s: nier automata,
- cordelia brooks: original,
- desidera neroni: original,
- ekkehardt gehring: original,
- gunvolt: azure striker gunvolt,
- hat kid: a hat in time,
- héctor rivera: coco,
- jailbreak: original,
- kokoro belmont: otomedius,
- rebecca fulton: original,
- sherlock holmes: fate grand order,
- the witch: dragon marked for death
[Fourth Wall Finale] Day: Break
[Fourth Wall Finale] Day: Break
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Suneater falls like a star’s dark mirror, crashing to the Earth in a haze of icy blackness so hard it shakes the ground for miles- but it still falls.
As the first rays of light begin to dawn on the horizon, the massive dragon raises its’ head one last time, straining to open its’ jaws in one last, hungry attempt to devour the light… and collapses completely, breaking apart into smoke and dust.
When it dissipates, only a massive skeleton is left behind, bones as clean and dry as if they had been resting there for years.
And very, very softly, so faint it almost can’t be heard, every Candle living hears the voice of something very far away- not even remotely human, but so deeply, endlessly warm:
”Thank you.”
It isn’t a voice you’ve ever heard before… but something about it makes you instinctively look up, towards the rising Sun. Somehow, the light and the voice remind you of each other.
Though the final blow doesn’t instantly destroy the various zealots and opportunists that followed in the last Herald’s wake, Suneater’s death and the knowledge that Nightfall has been lost to them is an unrecoverable blow to the enemy’s morale, and the remaining foes are fairly simple for Daybreak’s forces to finish up- those that don’t simply flee or surrender outright.
When the last of the opposition is fled, dead, or safely in custody, and none of the scouts or Seers report any further traps or tricks in store, the word goes out. The Headmistress, leaning heavily on her sword to support herself in her exhaustion, lifts her hand and calls out the signal, which is taken up and passed along:
The battle is over.
Cassandra sinks gently, carefully to one knee and plants her own massive sword in the ground, a golden grave marker for everyone lost in the struggle to stop the night... and maybe even for Suneater as well, last and lost master of a wild, primal world long gone, twisted though it was by the end.
Under her steady digital guidance, the vast construct disassembles itself and once more resumes the form of the school as you’ve known it.
...And yes, all your belongings were stored safely during the fight. (You may return to your dorms to find some particularly fragile items covered in bubble wrap. It’s unclear whether this served a practical purpose or was just a discreet little joke on Cassandra’s part.)
It’s time to lay down your weapons, treat the wounded, bury the dead. The cleanup may well take years, and those lost to the last Herald of Night may never be returned to us- but the casualties were the tiniest fraction of what the world would have suffered if the battle had been lost, and those who survived have time now. You are no longer the generation born into a world on the brink of disaster, a world running out of time. You can recover, rest, and rebuild at your leisure.
The duty of Daybreak Academy is complete.
Your job is done.
But…
Well. You’ve learned a lot, haven’t you? Part of it was just how cruel and wicked the world can be… but part of it was how beautiful and wondrous it is, too.
Even though its’ duty is done, Daybreak Academy will remain, offering guidance and knowledge to anyone who asks for it- and beyond the Academy’s doors, there’s a whole new horizon out there. Earth and the Outlands are open and free for anyone willing to brave the journey. In the world that has not died, there are endless possibilities for you to explore and discover, to find joy and sorrow and everything that you never expected until you found it.
It’s a brand new day.
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[He can't help grinning at that. And then warmer still as Ekkehardt continues.]
Good. Good! I couldn't have it without you! Wouldn't! I'd have to postpone until you found the time.
You'll have to give my regards to your family. And to mine, for that matter. I'll need to make time to visit them and you too.
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[ He smiles, sipping at the flask. ]
And of course, I'll let them know. Besides, you're always welcome there.
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[He knows well how much work weddings can be, even when small. This would not be small.
He'll need to gather supplies and a lot of energy. Even before a wedding, he should speak to his primos and see if there aren't any of them who want life back, who can still take it. Not all of them can-- bearing old wounds or things like he carried poison in his bones-- or will-- because like him, some were happy as they were-- but it would be one small thing he could do for his old family.]
I hope you and your family won't mind if I end up bringing much of my living family along.
[And then his grin turns wry. He spares a glance to that flask.]
On another note, I do hope you're going to stop getting yourself in quite so much trouble. I'm starting to worry you'll outdo me. And Avery's already had one change of hair color in a lifetime.
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[ He takes another drink when Héctor glances at the flask, possibly on purpose. ]
With your luck, I don't think I could ever get into as much trouble as you. It seems to seek you out. [ His voice is mild.
His other work is much more dangerous, much riskier, even than what he's done here. He decides, tactfully, not to mention it. ] But I'll try my best. Avery would probably make a fuss if his hair started turning white, don't you think?
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Oh, certainly. You'd never hear the end of it. Not to mention how it clashes with his shadow thing.
But good then. I would also like to see you safe for my own reasons.
[His expression softens.]
Thank you. Again. For everything. For... what you've done to stop nightfall, for saving me, for being there for me all that time before. For being my friend. One of my best friends.
[It's probably a mistake, because god knows it's so much easier to tear up this way, but in that moment, he lets his markings and bones glow bright. It's a reversal of that first time he came clean to Ekkehardt as a skeleton. Now, they're once again both dead men wearing faces almost like who they once were.]
I hope you're feeling sturdy enough and that it's not too much to ask for a hug before you go.
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I've had hugs in worse condition. [ He smiles affectionately, pushing himself up from his seated position so Héctor doesn't have to bend down too much to embrace him. ] And I'm sturdier than I look, so you've no need to worry about me.
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[He steps in, closes the distance, and embraces his dear friend.
It had been a long journey and would be longer still. Though dead men they might be, the worrying sort too and with their secrets, there was still one thing they could count on each other to do.
They would live.]