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daybreakacademy2021-03-13 07:55 pm
thewatchers) wrote in daybreakacademy2021-03-13 07:55 pm
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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[The Suneater was defeated, the sky was clearing up (slowly) and was turning into that familiar red shade. And as the sky did, the voice rang out, softly. Puella was not sure if she actually heard or just imagined it, especially with the rest of the noise. Other than, it just felt, off.]
[She wondered if anyone else had noticed it too, though seemed like a strange thing to bring up.]
B. Ain't no party like a bubble wrap party
[As things started to revert back to normal, and the common rooms had started to fill up with bubble wrap from unwrapping valuable belongings, it was only a matter of time until someone gathered as many scraps of it as possible and filled a whole room with it. Deep enough for a child to practically swim through and pop for days on end (Or at least until recycling day comes).]
[This was surely, one of the best days ever. Though maybe not for anyone that can't stand the ceaseless popping.]
C. Several days later...
[It will take so long to repair all the damage the Suneater had caused, but for now, once Puella caught wind that there ware priceless artifacts in the rubble she wanted at least some piece of that action. Thus it wasn't hard to find her near a few areas where the Suneater fell to search around, a pickaxe in one hand and donning a mining helmet that may look familiar to some as the one she used to find meteors.]
[It seemed pretty morbid though, in a way; digging around a giant dragon's corpse. At least most of the bones were large enough that they could be mistaken for very strange peaks, or something. Hopefully, there was no more of that blood left, or anything else to worry about.]
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[She nods approvingly as she passes.]
Good instincts, kid.
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What'cha find?! [She sure as hell picked up on the fact that Jailbreak was returning from the corpse, not going towards it. She must've grabbed something worthwhile.]
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Well, might as well pick through what was left behind to see if there's anything worth taking back, right?
When she spots Puella... Honestly, she's glad to see it wasn't an original idea.]
Need a hand there?
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Hmm...I think so. It's something big. [If Lia helps, maybe they can split the reward, somehow. Assuming the rubble didn't completely crush it.]
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[Time to get down in there!]
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[She tugs on the metal again, undetermined if it's some sort of hilt or pole. It's still buried underneath a lot of...well...going to hope it's just rocks but really it could be anyone's guess.]
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It's definitely pretty well buried...
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[Puella moves back to getting the rocks out, then pulls on it one more time.] ...I think I got it--!
[She stumbles and falls under her own force as the weapon was dislodged. Hard to tell what value it had when it was still covered in so much dirt, and rusted in a few places, but it appeared to be a sword of some sort. A heroic classic.] ...Oooo.
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[Lia's first distracted from the fact that Puella's dislodged her weapon by her falling over, but as soon as it seems like she's okay, Lia turns her attention to the sword.]
Ooh, a sword...? Cleaning this up shouldn't be too hard, I think...
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Yeah! The people in town can probably fix it. I wonder how much it's worth...
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It's done, then. Finally.
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WE DID IT!!
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Yes, after all of that effort! I must admit it was difficult, painful even. Yet... I'm glad.
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Yeah, we managed to save everyone!
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As many as we could. This... It's going to be a lot to get used to.