Anniversary Event: Defying Fate

[eternitymods]

Who: Everyone
When: April 8th-11th
Where: Vaikuntha
What: The Heroes of Light relive the three days leading to the Apocalypse, again and again. With this come the chance for them to save the world, but also to explore opportunities otherwise out of reach. Will they find a way to save the world and prevent this terrible fate from coming true?
Warnings/Notes: Depends on the threads.

Comments

The First (Few) Loops || Mingle

[eternitymods]

The world had ended. Vaikuntha had fallen in despair. Ramaa and Bahamut had won. Following their victory, everything had faded to black and you should have ceased to exist. You no longer had a body. You could not move nor speak, you could not see nor ear or feel.

Is this... What nothingness is like? And yet—

"Don't give up."

A voice rose from the void.

"You may have lost... But it doesn't have to remain that way."

A few may recognize the voice of the little girl who identified herself as Ashelia.

"Your power is that to change the face of the world. It is written Vaikuntha fell and the Calamity returned. But... Perhaps you can change it."

The voice pauses.

"I do not know how. All I can do is send you back. But you can do it. You are the only ones who can. Please, don't give up!"

The voice ends abruptly, and suddenly the void is gone. Your body is back, as are your senses— You are back in Vaikuntha. But something is different... Nothing has been destroyed yet. No riots. No Bahamut. The sky is clear as the sun is setting, the people are still holding onto hope. You are back in Vaikuntha, but it is 17:24 on April 08th. You are at the exact same spot you were at, as if nothing had happened.

Except you remember everything that happened, and may still happen should the future remain the same. And you will keep remembering even as time loops again and again. But you're the only one remembering— You and your fellow Heroes of Light.

It all depends on you whether the future changes or not.


[ Please use this thread for mingle during the first or one of the first loops, at any point during the loops. ]

Locked to Frisk.bin

[waningsigns]

[One moment, Frisk is clinging desperately to their very existence, mind a whirlwind of emotions all feeding into the determination running through their veins, the soul beating outside of their body, keeping them alive— and then they're not. And then they are again, tumbling unceremoniously from their bed. They've spent a lot of time there, recently. There's so much horror in the world, and nothing they can do about it, not without their power—]

[But they weren't in bed a moment ago, were they? The sun wasn't shining through their window, the world was ending, and their slate says today is...]

[Their eyes widen, and for the first time in who knows how long, they yell.]

"RESET!"

[A second after that rather unfamiliar sound, there's a series of loud thumps as they come crashing out of their room, down the stairs, and across the house with more energy than they've felt since they got here. They reset. Someone reset, they think they recognized that voice, but it doesn't matter they're back in time and they could kiss the first person they see—]

[They don't, actually, but as they're rounding the corner of the hall at breakneck speed and see their double, all impulse control vanishes. They grab Frisk.bin by the front of their shirt and shake them violently, eyes shining with their grin.]

"Frisk do you remember too?! Reset, Frisk, there was a Reset! We can do something!"

Vriska meeting (Vriska), 2019, colorized

[sassafrisk]

It was strange, really. Even after almost a year on Vaikuntha, after day in and day out of slaughtering monsters, after everything she'd done, after everything they couldn't do... When reality was crumbling apart, Frisk.bin's first instinct was still to give Ramaa a hug.

You can take the kid out of the Underground, but apparently you can't take the Underground out of the kid.

But then they woke up in their room, seventy-nine hours earlier. And Frisk started laughing. It was hard to identify the emotion behind the uncontrollable chuckling. Fear? Relief? Regret? Anger? Nostalgia? Whatever it was, it was powerful.

Dragging a hand down their face, Frisk stumbles down the stairs, still bleary. Was this a dream? The afterlife? Their soul was a roiling storm of conflicting emotions and mental nausea, and--

--the last thing Frisk needed was the very person who represented the dangers of this kind of event squeeing right in front of them. It's more of an instinct than anything else, really. Their files were autoloaded, they were still feeling the echoes of adrenaline, and they were really, really angry at themself.

Frisk.bin punches Frisk.exe in the face.

Kuja

[acapriciousreaper]

He was falling. Opalescence was dead, Frisk was dead, Snow White, dead, his Trance was fading, and all he could think about was how he had, somehow, against all odds, managed to end another world.

I'm sorry, Zidane. I tried.

And then fire had consumed him, and that had been it. Not for the first time, he'd found himself adrift in oblivion, alone. And then there'd been a voice.

Not for the first time, Kuja found himself coming to in a place he did not recognize. The world was spinning, the terror of death never quite having lost its grip-

"-comes to thirty five thousand three hundred and seventy-five gil, would you-" He'd reacted in panic, a spell arcing between his fingertips as a blameless, terrified shop clerk dove for cover, a bolt of lightning narrowly missing her. "What..."

"Boss, the hell was that?! You just attacked that girl for no reason, what's wrong with you-" Mojito. Alive. Not at Frisk's, just confused and concerned and- alive.

"Sorry," comes the mumbled apology, and he's rushing out of the store without his ethers, hyperventilating. That wasn't a dream. He'd died, he knew the feeling of it. It wasn't a dream. They'd failed. He'd failed, played like a damned fiddle, a doll dancing on strings once again. He launches into the air and starts flying. He doesn't care where.

It had almost taken him by surprise, when the roof of Kiddilion had been caved in, and the fires of Mega Flare had finished the job. He couldn't shake that cold, dread feeling, the sensation of failure and of death. He hadn't had it in him to do anything other than run and hide.

"-comes to thirty five thousand three hundred and seventy-five gil, would you like to pay cash or... sir?"
Kuja looks up, sees the concerned cashier. Sees the unmarked wall behind her. Sees the blue sky and the setting sun outside. "Just- charge it," he replies, quietly. The purchase is scooped into his... well, wherever the Chemist stores objects, and he staggers towards the exit.

"Mister Tribal, are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost."

He stops, turns, afraid of what he might say, but in the end he settles on a reply. "Quite fine, just- It's nothing. What was your name?"

"Um. Marie, sir."

Kuja turns to leave. "Thank you, Marie."

Not a second chance. A time loop. It's impossible, completely impossible, the sheer amount of magic involved-

But how?

For the first time since Bahamut, he checks his iMog. 5:47 PM, April 8th.

Without thinking, he starts furiously composing a message. Frisk, Frisk, Asriel, Papyrus, Madhuri, Matilda, Snow White, Conway, Red, Chara- Everyone he knows.

Has anybody else been reliving their last three days on Vaikuntha over again? Asking for a friend.

[sassafrisk]

not precisely

i didn't punch other frisk in the face last time

how are you holding up?

[musicinmysoul]

I have and it's a lot to take in right now. Not gonna lie, I'm feeling pretty stressed.

Space altering shenanigans I'm familiar with, but time? Not so much.

[einspine]

YES! IT'S LIKE SOMEBODY KEEPS RELOADING.

ON ONE HAND, I'M GLAD WE HAVE MORE CHANCES. ON THE OTHER HAND, REPEATING THE SAME TASKS IS QUITE TIRESOME!!! IT REMINDS ME OF A GAME I ONCE PLAYED.

EXCEPT IT'S REAL. AND TIME IS... STRETCHIER. BECAUSE IT'S ACTUAL TIME.

But the world refused to change | Anyone with an airship

[timecrash]

The world shatters. He'd tried, in the end, to keep going, and perhaps to Serge's credit he'd lasted longer than most. Time twisted and bent around him, and he heard the chord- not the one that Ramaa had been talking about, but the one that happened every time he used the Arbiter's skills. The one that brought to mind the feeling of whalebone beneath his fingers, of incense and bells, the soft and far-off sound of a voice in prayer he can't quite remember... The feeling of sunlight on his face, and a fleeting image of feathers falling from the sky.

It hadn't been enough. Abandoning a timeline to bounce back once, compressing time to do it again, all the while trying to save- everyone. Anyone. It hadn't been enough.

In the darkness beyond time, he'd heard a voice, and, in a strange way, the faintest hint of something- deeper. Another note, something familiar but forgotten, not a chord like he'd heard before, but an actual song. The power to heal. To fix. To make everything better.

And then he was standing in his room, with a phone in one hand. "Serge, please don't shout at me. I'm coming to the Center. No matter what happens-"
April the 8th. He'd been on the phone with Mom, arguing about the evacuation. She hadn't listened to him, and when the hamsters...

"No," he says, louder than he'd intended. "I'll come to you. Stay put."

He practically flies out the door, mind racing as he runs for the airship hangar. He'd steal one if he had to. He has an opportunity- a second chance- to fix everything. To make it right.

"Hey! I need an airship and I need it now! Who's going Hisan way?"

A Near-Vimes Experience

[old_stoneface]

MISTER VIMES?

Vimes looked up, into a grinning face. All the face could do was grin, really. He had the sense to at least look apologetic about it. "Yeah, alright. What is it? I'm a bit busy, if you can't tell!"

There was a pause. ER. IT WOULD SEEM I AM HAVING ANOTHER NEAR-VIMES EXPERIENCE. THIS IS MOST IRREGULAR.

"Oh. That... means I'm technically having a Near-Death Experience. Right?" There was a glimmer of hope, there.

NO. There wasn't really any arguing with a voice like that.

"Oh."

IF IT HELPS, DO NOT THINK OF IT AS DYING. THINK OF IT AS LEAVING EARLY TO AVOID THE-

And then Vimes was gone, whisked away from the world to... somewhere. The grinning, robed figure stood there for a moment, as though confused, and fished a tiny, golden hourglass from the depths of its robes, examining it with a careful eye. After several seconds' rumination, there was a faint grumbling, and the hourglass was carefully stowed away again.

A TIME LOOP. I ASK YOU...

---

The world came back into focus as Sam Vimes' foot slid out from underneath him. There was a shout, and an explosion of profanity loud enough to make the snow fall from the roofs of the buildings nearby, as the Captain landed on his rear in the street. "What- what in the hell-"

Curti Centre | OTA (now in the right place)

[boomchucka]

The First Loop 17:24 – House B-06

Even though Selphie knew she was being manipulated, getting strung along did a hard-emotional number on the usually cheerful SeeD. A certain Empress who shall remain nameless had spun pretty words together that had her in a doubtful state of mind. The battle had gone by so quickly that it blurred to the point of being difficult to discern what all had happened. Yet, it seemed that as quickly as it had started, everything was over, and the world had ended.

Or so Selphie thought as she opened her eyes to glance down at a frying pan full of eggs that were beyond saving. The heat on the stove was turned off and the pan was tossed in the sink with water. The sizzling symphony from the water hitting the pan left her in a confused state.

It was Trabia Garden all over again but on a significantly larger magnitude.

“Wha…?” she murmured before her eyes widened in recollection. “Bahamut! We were all on Bahamut’s back and…” she trailed off as Jaelyn came into the kitchen, scowling at the ruined dinner. “We failed.”

“Selphie…?” Jaelyn queried as the SeeD began to piece a few things together with a panicked look. “What’s wrong?”

“Something’s wrong…” Selphie muttered as she abandoned the frying pan and was dashing to the door to grab her boots and jacket.

“What’s wrong? Wait, Selphie!” Jaelyn pressed. “Did you sleep at all last night?”

Selphie cast a worried look at her moogle before she opened the door and finally nodded. “I did, but I need to find out what’s going on.”

Selphie dashed out the door and began sprinting toward the Curti Centre to try and find out what was going on.

Locked to Minimus – Pick a Loop

Enough time had passed and Selphie finally slowed down enough to process the Empress’s words. The words that were so wrong and incomprehensible, that the SeeD had denied them within moments of hearing them. According to the Empress, everything that had been sacrificed on Crystallis had been in vain. The four heroes – Sephiroth, Tear, Sayaka and Minato – had given up their lives for nothing. Everything had been undone in a matter of minutes and Selphie had been powerless to stop any of it.

Selphie knew that everything hadn’t been done in vain, but the way that the Empress had said it all, had left the brunette in a state of shock that hadn’t completely worn off. The anxiety crept back up and left her utterly speechless as she eventually sank onto a nearby bench and stared off into the distance. The timeline of events eventually reduced the young woman to tears that she didn’t bother to hide.

Devastated didn’t even begin to describe how Selphie felt about the Empress’s words.

Wildcard! – Pick a Loop

Come at me! Send me a message on Discord, Plurk or send me a message!

Second Loop

[legalcy]

Minimus scrolled through his list of issues he had found around the world - not just the riots and political intrigue - but in the little details that were overlooked. Some of the stores were not closed at the times they said they would be. Every minor detail could have lead to disaster, and he will comb through every law possible until the world becomes right.

He needed a place to sit that allowed him to observe the passer-bys, and the empy spot next to Selphie would do. He wiped the seat with a cloth before sitting down.

"Have you seen anything else of note this time around?"

Adrien | OTA

[modelcivilian]

This... being was not unfamiliar.

Nothing anyway.

Everywhere... nowhere... waiting.

And with a gasp, he was back, standing in the kitchen in Arito, home in tact, lions outside, nothing had happened. Looking at the date though, everything was about to happen. Staring at the date, breakfast burning, it took a scratch and nudge from Plagg and Blanc respectively to bring him back to attention. No attempts were made to salvage breakfast at this point; just start again.

Try again.

Don't give up.

Lavode and Sparks Golsaucia were the two places he headed to after a bare breakfast, his stomach rolling at the thought of what would soon come. People could stop him in either location, but he was in a hurry to the library (requesting the day off and checking out a few books) and then Lady of Bliss.

After, he would be found in Arito - just Arito - as Adrien to prepare himself for later. He had to stop it this time - this time he would make sure the riots didn't get out of hand and that explosion didn't occur. Pidge would know how to get the lions out while he tried mitigating the situation and Marinette could help with evacuations, but he had to figure out a way to stem the violence. He didn't get help last time so he couldn't assume he'd get that much again.

[OOC: While the set-up for the first loop, can be played with on subsequent ones. Just be advised that he might become gradually more frustrated and died during a few. Also, encounters further in Arito will be as Chat Noir. Fortunate that he's patient enough to keep trying as he'll gain details where key points of rioting occur and know where the explosion takes place.]

Gonna say first loop.

[songbird_slayer]

She'd woken up in her bed as per the usual, living life as normally as she could. She'd been so sure that they had the way about Bahamut, and yet here she was waking up in bed again.

The Lady of Bliss was precisely where she left it. Her instructeur was precisely where she left him.

...Wait!

"Adrien!" She called, tugging down her hat as she jogged over.

"Yes, this is rather strange, but if you'd be so kind as to remind me of the day of the month? I had the strangest dream..."

Curti Center [cw: suicidal ideation/thoughts/possible attempt]

[wheretheresawill]

Around noon on the 8th, a Moogle with an electric blue pom can be encountered fluttering at high speed around the Curti Center. If she sees you and recognizes you as a Hero of Light - or anyone friendly looking, honestly - she'll fly up to you, wringing her paws.

"Please, come help, kupo! It's Terra, kupo, he's - something's wrong with him, and he won't listen to me, kupoooo!" She realizes she's shouting and quiets down. "I'm really scared, kupo..."

Terra's little apartment at first seems to be empty, sword in its sheath hung by the door and everything lived-in but not particularly messy. Mogila, however, flies straight into the bedroom, whence comes a Mooglish scream.

Terra's not on the bed, or even in the chair; he's wedged into a corner with his face buried in his knees. This is somewhat impeded by the fact that Mogila is patting him over frantically, looking for injuries perhaps. The perceptive may notice that while Terra's greatsword was hung up, there's a shorter blade resting on the bedside table.

"I'm fine, Mogila. Go away." He does not sound fine, at all.

[chatwithdeath]

She really should be going and getting a head start on some things that need to be done, but Naomi does turn her head to the sounds of the shouting Moogle. Terra... right, the one she had made rather disturbed upon that ship some time ago.

"I can see what I can do." That's all that really can be said because nothing's a guarantee. "Tell me along the way about his behavior."

[littlemhigan]

Castor couldn't have ignored Mogila if she'd wanted to, if only because her shouting had gotten Bernadette all worked up, and an unhappy Ben was not something Castor was about to tolerate right now.

But her blood chills a bit upon hearing Mogila's plea for help and she's running towards Terra's rooms even before the moogle finishes.

"Terra? Terra where are--!"

Oh.


Oh.

Castor creeps in, moving down to her knees even before she's within arm's reach of him. "Terra...?"

Prince Asriel Has A Total Meltdown

[bleating_heart]

Loop 1 - Relapse Locked to Chara (and possibly Papyrus/Asgore)
The door to Asriel's room is closed. A while back, the sounds of smashing and furniture getting thrown around could be heard muffledly from outside the room, and the thump of something falling over to hit the door. All in all, it's remarkably similar to what happened with Frisk months ago.

Asriel's slate signal reads "connection lost". Chazz is nowhere to be found. The door is partially blocked with something in front of it, and there's only silence on the inside.

Asriel in his room, locked to UT characters, Kuja, Conway, Corrin, Megatron.


Talking About It Locked to UT cast, Kuja, Megatron, Conway, Plague Knight, and anyone else who decides Asriel temporarly borrowed their soul during loop 0
Asriel's imog slate lights up again. His status message has changed, simply stating "I'm sorry. @home.". It looks like he's online. And at home in his room, too.


[Private Group] Locked to Kuja, Frisk.exe, Megatron
>hey
>i guess you allxkij
>i guess i should tell you all the purpose of this group

Asriel is typing...

Asriel has stopped typing.

Asriel is typing...

>things went bad
>i don't know
>i had a therapist back home
>someone to talk to
>i was doing really well
>but now we have three days over and over again
>can't really get a new one. nobody would believe us anyway, we'd have to get past the "no i'm not crazy i'm just part of bullshit time travel" phase
>people talked to me
>it helped bt

Asriel is typing...

>i just think
>we need to talk to each other if nobody else
>to people that might understand
>the specifics
>not like these logs are gonna get saved anyway. Might as well right
>nobody will remember except us

Asriel is typing...

>you can just leave if you don't want to deal with this. password for all future groups is omnicide if you ever want to
>no caps

Asriel is typing...

Asriel has stopped typing.

Re: Prince Asriel Has A Total Meltdown - Talking About It (Text post from the worst possible person)

[plagueofshadows]

Asriel, right? Right address for messages?

Right, good, yes. You'd think I'd be more experienced with this slate thing after a couple months here, hee hee!

Soooo ehh. That was a thing, eh? That thing you did. During that final fight. Ehee. What exactly was that? It felt like when I used my essence for brewing my greatest work, but more so.

A Group Chat

[acapriciousreaper]

For what it's worth, Asriel, I'm sorry I wasn't around the first time. Death is something of a sensitive topic for me, and I... didn't take it well. Incidentally, situation in Kiddilion: not good.

I'm trying to come to grips with the fact that I thought, you know, every day that goes by without another world ended or another city burned to the ground is a personal victory, that particular average just kept dropping as time went by
and here we are again

One more failure, one more genocide, one more death, every three days.

How the hell did you people do this without going insane?

Also who is peace_through_empathy

Corrin

[bladeofconquest]

Locked to Nozomi; Loop 1

They failed.

Corrin failed.

Not only did they fail, they played right into Ramaa's (or Kalki's or whoever she truly was) hands. As the world gives way around her and she falls into nothingness, Corrin can only close her eyes in sorrow.

I'm sorry everyone...I've let you all down.

I love you so much, Silas.

"Don't give up."

Corrin's eyes snap open. Is it not over? Change fate? But it's too late for that now, isn't it? All that's left is-

"Ah!"

Corrin winces in pain as her finger goes to her mouth. She's nicked herself...cutting carrots? Blinking in surprise, she looks around. This is the kitchen of her house in Nakagawa. She glances out the window and sees the late afternoon sky. But that's-

With a clatter the knife falls to the kitchen floor as Corrin races out of the house to investigate. She's expecting the street outside to be littered with bodies, of the cultists they'd had to kill to escape the city, of-

-of all the people they couldn't save. But instead she's greeted by the same old sleepy street she's been living at for the last few months. There are no bodies; just worried-looking people trying to go about their day. A few of them spare worried, confused glances at Corrin standing barefoot in the front yard of her house, staring in shock around her, chef's apron still on, blood dripping from her finger.

With a start, she suddenly turns and runs back into the house. "Nozomi? NOZOMI?" She calls in alarm. She has to know if this isn't some sort of strange dying dream or...something else entirely.

Ah, and her finger is stinging just enough to be irritating. But first thing's first; where is her housemate and friend?

Undyne | OTA

[exspeariment]

Everything was dark. The world had been destroyed. And Undyne had helped cause it. She had helped destroy all of existence.

She had failed her promis-

"-TERMINED!"

Words tumbled out of Undyne's mouth that she had spoken three days ago. She stumbled while in the middle of taking steps she had took three days ago.

She had felt this before. Back in her world.

The world had Loaded.

Many questions ran through her mind. Why did it only load to now? Was there anyone in Vaikuntha besides her and the kid who remembered the load? Was this the kid's doing?

It probably was.

Undyne wasn't complaining, but she wanted answers.

She ran off, to try to find Frisk.

Re: The First (Few) Loops || Sephiroth (cw: intended suicide, Prompt 2)

[neverbeamemory]

1) The First (Few) Loops

Nothingness, yet still somehow aware is a state of being Sephiroth wasn't unfamiliar with at all. In his experience, he's been here twice before, after all. Yet it was only just as identifying the void began to cross his thoughts that the voice rose out as if from all around him.

He didn't recognize the voice-

Out of seemingly nowhere Sephiroth suddenly sat up with a sharp exhale of breath. Back in the main living space of his residence at Curti, mid-rep within a set of situps. Yet naturally, his body was still caught in those near-enough automatic motions so breathing came in again as he laid back on the mat. Feeling all the senses yet again, the sweat between his bare back and the mat, how warm he felt due to the exercise, the rhythmic thumping in his chest as his pulse steadily returned to resting level. His eyes closing under the pressure of racing thoughts as he forced himself back into calm-neutral, panicking would be detrimental.

Surely he couldn't just continue with the routine now. It was as said, they'd been given another chance and Sephiroth wasn't one to squander an opportunity. He made a silent promise; Ramaa was going to pay for this. But first, he had to know what pieces were in play.

Sephiroth made for the Curti center first, keeping his awareness widespread and listening out for others who might also have been sent back - if it would be him alone, it would prove harder with only one more go at events.

[ooc: Feel free to encounter Sephiroth in any later/early loop as well. His initial steps won't be much different, reuniting with the same people at the start of every loop is all good. Might help the sanity a bit.

Though he wouldn't have joined Tyzias' linkshell right away.]

---
2) That Loop that He Needed to Know; one of the 9th's, Afternoon.

By now it was clear that they might all be stuck in these loops of the last three days for a lot longer than anticipated. Albeit Sephiroth hadn't yet done much to influence any of the events, more like observing and connecting them in his mind first before really taking some time to think about where his very particular type of pressure might be exerted to best adjust an outcome. With all the chaos all across Vaikuntha, it was going to be no small task.

Yet, for one with the experience of being a part of a sea of souls yet still retaining himself, reliving the same events didn't yet seem to be having much of an effect on his mental state. Sure, Sephiroth would begin to feel the strain at some point, but it would have to degrade his strong sense of will away, first. He was focused entirely on one goal; averting the end of this reality, to which for now he seemed inextricably bound to.

For that he needed knowledge; so much more than he might be able to garner though, while still bound to a mortal coil. Sephiroth needed more, to know this World as personally as he'd known his own. Then perhaps he'd be able to see clearer; besides, he'd be alive again the next loop-around.

Jennifer was sent screeching through the halls of the Curti center, looking for assistance, as the poor mog had come home to the scene of Sephiroth's suicide. Expertly executed by turning his katana on himself and falling onto the blade, the sword cleanly pierced right the way through his body. Even the pool of blood seemed pristine, undisturbed as it had congealed underneath where Sephiroth had slumped onto the kitchen floor.

Considering the workers at the Curti center had all but abandoned their posts by now, likely there wouldn't be anyone to help clean up the house, or dispose of the body- and what does it matter anymore, given events to come.

Naoto Shirogane | OTA

[pishirogane]

Result: Cult dismantled. Few followers fled. Unfiltered messages turn citizens against us. Though they actually lack strength to stop us, discouraging support for us needs to be hindered. Contact Mognet. Striking Moogles?

Naoto is writing and keeps writing in her pocket book. Not on the network as that's been compromised before, and this allows her to keep the notes. Fortunately, those who are posting on the network allow her to fill in more pieces of the puzzle. Reinforcements or supplies needed to be taken to Captain Gaator's team, Catmancers might be needed for the cats in Parasraya, Arito needed to be approached from another angle...

She's at the Curti Center while working on these notes should anyone want to bother her.

Minimus Ambus | OTA

[legalcy]

A1. Time to Study

[Something was happening with the timeline, and Minimus was not please to say the least. After Brainstorm sent them to the past and threatened to disrupt millions of years of history, the idea of tampering with what had already come to pass made his processor uneasy.

Then again, they were simply redoing the most recent era. Perhaps the universe would not unravel due to the repeated days. Perhaps everything, all of the actions in the various timelines, would coalesce and stabilize.

That means that he cannot waste any time to optimize the catastrophic events. For the first few timelines, he follows the news, watching what is happening and writing notes. He's following you seeing if you're up to no good.]

A2. No Fun Allowed

[And if he catches you doing something illegal in one of the time loops?]

Stop right there!

[You're in trouble for the rest of time.]

B. Dancing King

We really need to learn some new moves, man! [One of the young dancers continues performing a dance that's some sort of stylish shuffle.]

Yeah, like, what if Bahamut is the embodiment of hate and evil, and all we need is a big show of the power of love? [The other dancer does a split.]

And you believe this to be true?

[Minimus certainly doesn't. All they are doing is ignoring the inevitable in the most self-demeaning fashion possible.]

Hey! You wanna join in? Teach us some of your movies!

[Minimus jerks away. They don't know about his Dancer Asterisk and won't remember this. Then again, why should he waste time having...fun when he has a massive responsibility.]

I...[He takes a step forward, then back.]

OTA (CW: Talk of Death, other warnings tbd)

[immortalmarshal]

Even Death Can't Stop You (April 8th, First Loop)

Cor thought it was over. It finally happened; the one thing he's been half expecting for much of his life, and in the worst way possible. The world ended, yes, and he could not stop it. They could not stop it.

But...Cor actually died. 'Cor the Immortal', dead. His last conscious thought was an apology to his oldest friends: I'm sorry...I failed you all...

And yet, that young voice called out thru the void. Cor recognizes that voice from last Christmas - that little girl who asked them to become one with Valkunthia, so to speak. Cor wanted to respond, tried to respond, but he couldn't. There was no voice, no mouth to speak--

And before he knew it, he was alive again. Whole, unharmed, and breathing normally. Even as the Curti Center employee sitting before him gives him a negative regarding any potential pings of anything related to Eos.

He's alive. It's like Death has no hold on him, that it cannot be a barrier to him anymore.

"They say, 'You really are Immortal'..."

He steps away, looking shell-shocked as something breaks inside of his head. He starts to chuckle, and then laugh...but it's sad, heartbreaking...and borderline hysterical. His face sinks into his hand, tears beginning to mix with the self-deprecating laughter that everyone can hear... Sure seems like he might need to be left alone. Or maybe he needs a helping hand?


Figuring Things Out (Second Time Loop and forward)

Once Cor was reassured that yes, he's alive and still mortal; and yes, they are all stuck in a Gods-damned time-loop? He starts to get to work. And what better way to figure things out than to talk to his fellow Warriors of Light?

That means that, if he meets you in person, he will go up to you and ask point blank, "You got a moment? I need some help with a couple of things, if you're not busy with any of the bigger stuff."

Home Crew (Fourth Loop and After, Closed to fellow Yun'Ashia residents and visitors)

His first attempt to deal with the Council...well. It could've gone worse, Cor will admit. At least no one pulled out any weapons on him. Or Ignis. But the mayor had mentioned one thing, so Cor sent out a message via Mognet to those living in, or potentially visiting, Yun'Ashia:

Hey, if you're going to be in Yun'Ashia until we head to the castle, come over to my place. There's a problem we need to figure out a solution to. Non-residents welcomed, too.

With that message posted, Cor had setup the main living room as a large meeting room of sorts. Lots of drinks, both alcoholic and not, are available among the spread of decent-looking snacks. Tommy's busy sharpening his knife in one corner as Cor smiles and greets anyone that drops by. "Thank you for coming. I...I could really use your help on this one."