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ENDGAME - For All the Dreamers

Who: Serge, Kid, Corrin, Tyzias
When: ?̸̢̖̳̰̳̺̱̼͔͓̼̺͐̒ͨͫ̒̏ͨ͂̃͐ͬ̍͋͜͞ͅ?̛̼͎͖͍̖̤̱̥ͬ̌ͬ̾ͫ̾͆͒ͫ̋̇͋̽̍͆ͬ͌ͧ̿?̵̧̡̺̪̟̬̖͉͔͍͎̣̜̭̬̝̭̙̩̫͕̅̇͌̎͊ͦ͌̅̅ͥͣ̽?̻͎̻̬̩̹̹͓̙͓̟̲̩̠̫ͯ͗̓͑̈́̃̀͑̄͊̇̇̕͢͠ͅͅ?̵̸̶̶̆ͤ̃̅̆ͥͪ͏̳̥͙͚̥͓̜?̼̮̻͖̜͉̬̻͕̻ͤͮͦͫ̍̑ͣͪ̿̌̎̏̈ͮ͛̾́̚͡?̷̴̖̬̬̤̹̼̠̠̜͚̼̫͓̠̱̬͗̃̿̈͗̊̇̑̊̈ͯ͌?̯̭͕̞̤̙͔̻̖̱̘̹͓ͧͦͤͬ̈́͑̇͊͐͂̉͒ͮ͗̂̋̾̒̚͢͢ͅ?̂͐̽ͪͬ̅ͧͨ͑ͩͨ̓ͮ̑҉̱̙̰̗̭̻͔̤̲͕͚̖?̷̰̹̞̫̺̦̔͊͌ͪͭ͂͢?̶̢̹͍̳̫͓͋͑͑͗͐̄͟͝͝?̝͔͓̮̣̆ͮͪ͗͑̕͘͡͡?̮̝̣̗̳͙͖̯̺̟̬͓̖̥̈͆̔ͧ͛͆̉̆́̅̌̊ͯ̑̇̀͘͢͟?̗̖͔̼͕̱̳͈ͩ͋͗̍ͦͤ̚͘͜͠?̡͇͔̼͙̜͎̰̮̮̥̹̗͚͉͋̾̌̀̓̿͑̔ͨͯ͛̑ͬ̓͌͌̐̚͞͡ͅ?̬̺̥̦ͭ̃ͦ̂̆͋̊͂̎ͨͩ̌̆̆̕͘
Where: ?̸̢̖̳̰̳̺̱̼͔͓̼̺͐̒ͨͫ̒̏ͨ͂̃͐ͬ̍͋͜͞ͅ?̛̼͎͖͍̖̤̱̥ͬ̌ͬ̾ͫ̾͆͒ͫ̋̇͋̽̍͆ͬ͌ͧ̿?̵̧̡̺̪̟̬̖͉͔͍͎̣̜̭̬̝̭̙̩̫͕̅̇͌̎͊ͦ͌̅̅ͥͣ̽?̻͎̻̬̩̹̹͓̙͓̟̲̩̠̫ͯ͗̓͑̈́̃̀͑̄͊̇̇̕͢͠ͅͅ?̵̸̶̶̆ͤ̃̅̆ͥͪ͏̳̥͙͚̥͓̜?̼̮̻͖̜͉̬̻͕̻ͤͮͦͫ̍̑ͣͪ̿̌̎̏̈ͮ͛̾́̚͡?̷̴̖̬̬̤̹̼̠̠̜͚̼̫͓̠̱̬͗̃̿̈͗̊̇̑̊̈ͯ͌?̯̭͕̞̤̙͔̻̖̱̘̹͓ͧͦͤͬ̈́͑̇͊͐͂̉͒ͮ͗̂̋̾̒̚͢͢ͅ?̂͐̽ͪͬ̅ͧͨ͑ͩͨ̓ͮ̑҉̱̙̰̗̭̻͔̤̲͕͚̖?̷̰̹̞̫̺̦̔͊͌ͪͭ͂͢?̶̢̹͍̳̫͓͋͑͑͗͐̄͟͝͝?̝͔͓̮̣̆ͮͪ͗͑̕͘͡͡?̮̝̣̗̳͙͖̯̺̟̬͓̖̥̈͆̔ͧ͛͆̉̆́̅̌̊ͯ̑̇̀͘͢͟?̗̖͔̼͕̱̳͈ͩ͋͗̍ͦͤ̚͘͜͠?̡͇͔̼͙̜͎̰̮̮̥̹̗͚͉͋̾̌̀̓̿͑̔ͨͯ͛̑ͬ̓͌͌̐̚͞͡ͅ?̬̺̥̦ͭ̃ͦ̂̆͋̊͂̎ͨͩ̌̆̆̕͘
What: Something has gone wrong. Where is Serge and Kid's homeworld?
Warnings/Notes: Death, sadness, time paradoxes and the fixing thereof.

There is quiet, here.

The song has faded, as have those who could have sung it. There were heroes, once, but now there are none. Or perhaps there never were. Or, perhaps, it is simpler to say that there never could have been. This was the inevitable result of the folly of interfering with time.

For now, there truly is Nothing. Nothing in the philosophical sense, an absolute void.

There is no world to save.
There is no time to save it in.
There is no space for time to act on.

There is no Schala.
There is no Lavos.
There is only the Devourer, feasting on timelines and stolen potential and the souls of innumerable worlds.
Forever.

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⮞ 404 ERROR, TIMELINE NOT FOUND

"I don't know what to tell you," the navigator said. "Everything points to there being a Soul Divider here, but we can't get any readings."

Serge frowns. "What do you mean, like something's blocking your sensors?"

"No, there's... there's nothing there. Literally nothing, it's just... it's like a void. We're getting nothing back. We might be too late..."

Serge stared down, for a moment, at the jewel in his hand, shimmering blue... then up at the three who'd agreed to help him. "It's never too late. This... this could be bad, guys. I don't really know what's down there, but... now's your chance to back out of it. I kind of get the feeling that we're not gonna have a chance to retreat, if we go in there."

Tyzias crosses her arms, cupping her chin as she stares at the readout. Caledfwlch is on one hip, Dragon's Spine on the other. She doesn't know Serge or Kid. At all. But if Corrin's coming to help them, then so is Tyzias. And after all the ridiculous bullshit that she had to go through to keep her own world from falling apart, she might be uniquely equipped to help keep Serge's time-shattered world together as well.

"Eh. I'm still in." Tyzias smiles grimly. "Almost feels homey, after all those times we got suspended in the void during that fucking loop."

Edited 2019-09-18 16:20 (UTC)

Corrin turns to look at Serge, away from the view of the black, empty...nothing out there. "I'm not going anywhere, Serge." She says, her expression determined. "Whatever's waiting for us out there, we can face it."

It is dark out there...so it looks like the four of them are going to be the stars that light that darkness up.

Ever since they'd reached the blackness of the void, Kid had drawn quiet. An all-over feeling of dread kept had crept closer along their way to... where ever this was, since it sure wasn't home.

"There's no goin' back now," there's an uncharacteristic, perhaps even despondent tone as he says it. "After everythin' that's happened, all the things we've gone through—" her voice hardened again, as she tightened a fist at her side. "We can't just let it all come to this."

Blackness. Nothingness. Hopelessness.

"Alright. I'm not saying we won't make it out of this, because I won't let that happen, but just in case, um. I gotta get some things off my chest."

Serge inhales. There'd been things he'd wanted to say, and now it looks like he's running out of time to say them in. "Alright. Tyzias, uh. I know we probably haven't spent much time around each other, but... thanks. I really, honestly wish I knew you better. You seem like a pretty great person and I'm glad you're with us."

He glances at Corrin, and smiles sheepishly. "Corrin, it keeps blowin' my mind how you keep sticking with me. You're the best, alright, and uh. You just are, okay? I don't care if we're from completely different worlds, you're... you're family. And uh."

His eyes fixate on Kid, and his heart stops, for the briefest moment. "Kid..." She'd been the constant, his connection to the world he remembered but at the same time knew nothing about. He'd remembered her. There'd been a lot of Serge, and almost every time, she'd been there in some form or another. What could he say? "You're amazing. You've always been there for me, whenever you could, and I've... I've got a lot of memories all twisted up from what feels like about a dozen different 'me's' out there, and I just wanna say that... almost every time, you've been there, and you've saved my butt more times than I can count. You're my best friend, and. I, uh."

Another inhale. His face feels like it's on fire. "I love you and if this is the end there's literally nobody I'd rather face it with now let's go find whatever's causing this and kick its ass so hard it'll kiss the moons."

Kid frowned. It almost sounded like goodbyes, the things that Serge was saying. She fidgeted on her feet as had words for Tyzias, and Corrin, then... Her head bowed, her expression hidden somewhere underneath her bangs. There was a tightening of her fist, and once he'd finished; a half step towards him.

If there had ever been anything certain in her world, it was that she'd always be searching for him, one way or another. No matter the time period, no matter what world ya live in, I'll find ya! I'm sure... I am sure that I will—

"You..." She pulled him into an embrace, gritting her teeth as she pulled him in. "idiot." And with that, she squeezed. If he didn't know any better, Serge might swear he heard her pull up her nose as she did so. She stood there, clinging to him, tightening her grip— hoping way she held him close could say the words that she couldn't. Once they made it out of this— once she knew she could hold onto him like this whenever she wanted, then maybe... In a hushed whisper, she spoke softly just to him— "Thanks for bein' born 'you' Serge."

As Kid tore herself away, she strategically swiped at her face with the sleeve of her jacket as she turned to face the other two. "Now, c'mon." The fire within her seemed to spark to life again. "Whatever's out there— better say their prayers!"

Edited (yikes @myself) 2019-09-21 08:58 (UTC)

Corrin turns to look at Serge fully as he prepares to say what he needs to say. When he speaks to her, she breaks out in a wide, happy smile. "Of course we are, Serge." She responds matter-of-factly to his declaration that she's family to him. She knew that awhile ago.

But then he turns to address Kid, and Corrin can only watch with a growing sense of joy and pride as he finally-finally-confesses his feelings to her...and her heart leaps with joy when Kid, in her own manner, does the same. By the time Kid pulls away from the hug, Corrin is positively beaming with joy. Are her eyes a little misty? Yes, definitely.

"Damn straight they better!" She nods. "Let's get out there and save the world, Radical Dreamers-style!" She nods to Tyzias as she says this so the troll is fully aware that, like it or not, she's part of this group now.

Tyzias has no stake in the romance unfurling before her eyes. She barely knew Serge before coming on this mission, and she didn't even know Kid existed until a few minutes ago. But a smile tugs at the corners of her mouth anyways. Things like this is what she's fighting for. Not just here, to save all the worlds, but on Alternia too. Trying to carve out a space for these intimate, joyous moments to exist without the shadow of conscription and culling hanging over them.

So perhaps to everyone else's surprise, Tyzias's smile grows. "He's a real catch, Kid. Count yourself lucky." She's tempted to add on a snarky quip, but Tyzias bites on her tongue. Now isn't the time for that. Nodding to each of the other Radical Dreamers in turn, Tyzias steps more fully into the group. "We're... fuck, I've lost count of how many times we've saved the world at this point. Whatever's out there doesn't stand a chance. Let's mosey."

Serge's grin is from ear to ear, and he starts leading the way towards the airship dock. Not that he particularly has an... airship, per se, it's still just the jury-rigged old boat, but he's got a fondness for it at this point. The doors are opening, and a solid kick to the borrowed drive core sets it humming to life- and the sailboat hovering a few inches off the floor. "Climb aboard, everybody. The Radical Dreamers set sail one last time."

"A catch, sure—" there's a smirk at that in reply to Tyzias, but also something brightening in her blue eyes, "smells just like one, too." Which of course, is a gentle poke at his choice of profession— and his ribs, with an elbow.

Kid couldn't bring herself to look at Corrin after all that though, knowing that her sisterly figure was, without a doubt, probably shining a smille brighter than the sun her way— one that would undoubtedly make her blush brighter than any shade of red she had ever worn.

Instead, she'll channel that energy into a fist pump as the core sparks to life. "Here we go!"

Corrin salutes sharply. "Aye-aye, captain!" She says with a laugh, before proceeding to the boat. Considering this is the last mission of the Radical Dreamers (at least in this form), she's glad to see it; it's appropriate they all head off on this.

She takes a position on the boat behind Kid. For a moment, she watches the back of the other girl's head with an impish little grin, before leaning forward a bit to Kid's ear, her voice low enough just for her to hear.

"By the way Kid, did you know that "Corrin" works as both a girl's and a boy's name?" She asks. "So does "Kamui", for that matter. You know...in case it ever comes up." She's not the same level of tease that her own big sister Camilla is, and she'll take it no further than that, but...she just couldn't resist messing with Kid just a little.

"I'm so happy for you both. I know you'll look after each other."

Tyzias snorts at the banter, clambering into the boat with the rest of the team. "I have zero fucking idea of how humans give birth and frankly I don't want to know, but I have to agree with my good friend here. Corrin does have a nice ring to it." It's been a good, long while since she's engaged in banter like this. Reminds her of the office--the good parts, at least. It's a nice feeling.

The troll stares out into the void, not worried (okay, she's still pretty fucking worried, but her other emotions outweigh it), but... happy? With all the chaos and fighting and time loops and gacha games and world-traveling, she's almost forgotten what these little peaceful moments feel like.

Whatever comes next, Tyzias is going to try and hold on to this feeling. It's the only way she can keep moving forward.

Whatever bravado he had was lost in an instant, and his face was an almost-luminous crimson as the canoe sailed off into the inky black. "I think my mom would actually kill me if that came up."

Whatever this darkness held...

They'd face it together.

⮞ THE DARKNESS BEYOND TIME

The first indication, perhaps, that something was wrong- was that the sailboat stopped. Not merely ‘halted in place’, but… stopped. The drive core had gone silent, the sails and mast frozen, and there was something distinctly Other about the surroundings. Something here was wrong. Even Corrin and Tyzias felt… strange, slightly light-headed, though Kid and Serge would seem unaffected.

“I… don’t like this. It’s like it’s… frozen in time?” He glanced back at the others, searching for an insight. He was interrupted, unfortunately, as the wood beneath his feet began to crumble, decaying to so much grey dust in an instant and then vanishing, the area of it rapidly spreading. “Shit, shit, uh- everybody off! Hold hands so we don’t get separated!”

Corrin's about to ask Serge what's wrong with the engines (it's all Nestran to her, but he seems to understand how it works) when she suddenly feels...off. Light-headed, a bit woozy. Not a lot, but just enough to be noticeable and throw her off. She light touches her forehead. "Unh...you guys feeling that?" She asks.

She's about to enquire about how Serge could tell it was frozen in time of all things and not simply stopped, but before she can, the boat begins to disintegrate around them, and her battle-honed instincts kick in; her hands shoot out and grab both Tyzias and Kid. "Whatever happens, do not let go!" She orders. "We're not getting separated!"

She shakes her head as they get ready on the edge of what still remains of the boat, holding tightly to the other two girls' hands. What they're about to do is all too familiar to her. "Jumping heedlessly into an empty void and hoping for the best...never thought I'd be doing that again."

Tyzias had never indulged in the wicked elixir, but the feeling she's experiencing is what she imagines pounding two liters of straight purple Faygo in a row feels like. As the boat putters to a stop, she sways from side to side, resisting the urge to retch as she clutches her clammy forehead. She never understood why humans made such a big deal out of drinking a bunch of alcohol, it metabolizes just fine for her. Now Tyzias has an inkling.

As the boat begins to disintegrate, Tyzias fumbles for Corrin's hand and clutches on tight, gritting her teeth. "Any tips for not dying when we hit the bottom?" she asks Corrin.

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