Week Six

[letsplayamod]

You've survived, for lack of better wording, the latest week of trials and tribulations. This one had been more costly than most: Typhon's machinations have brought your group to nearly half the size it was when Athena first brought you to this island. Whether it ends with him or with you is still too soon to make out. One thing's for certain. Things cannot be allowed to continue as they are.

Speaking of continuing, the next floor has been revealed to you. Just how far down this island goes is a bit of a mystery, but you get the feeling that you're close to something important. Maybe that thing Athena wanted you to find before Typhon does. You can ruminate on that as you watch the waters below. Waves still lap at the cliffs, but it all seems lower than it did weeks ago. Like the ocean itself is shrinking...

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[raisethemoon]

[ Following the events of the weekend, Luna's rather downtrodden. Who wouldn't be? But life goes on, and so she rouses herself the next day to go and explore their newest surroundings. The Elysian fields are by far her favorites! She spends a decent while here simply running - a privilege afforded her outside just as well, to be sure, but these fields are so much more pleasant than the sparse grass atop the cliffs or the Everfree-like forest.

Given her recent conversation with Lebkuchen, however...she also spends quite a lot of time down here fashioning small signs with materials she must have taken from the craft room. She's mostly just labelling which plants and flower beds she knows to be poisonous. The humans probably don't graze to begin with, but...they all ought to be careful, oughtn't they?

Later in the night, though...rather than return to her room, she takes to the edges of the cliffs again. Ordinarily she enters dreams simply by laying down to sleep herself. It isn't restful, not as true sleep would be; that's why she's always so tired in the mornings. But it's the simplest method, for ordinary ventures. Now, though, her horn and eyes both glow silver as she reaches out. Hey, so does dead Typhon lie dreaming or what? ]

investigation

[letsplayamod]

[Luna reaches out. Far, far she searches, downwards into an unending blackness. Stretching an invisible hand into a void and looking for purchase.



And, down there, she finds it. A massive shape nestled in the depths. The mind of a Titan, for the moment, slumbers.]

[raisethemoon]

[ Ah.

A large part of her hadn't expected to find anything. She hovers in place for a moment, unsure. In all likelihood, she should have said something to the others first. This could very well be dangerous to her. But, being here is dangerous to them. If she can find anything that might be of use to the herd...

Carefully, trying her best to be small and quiet and secret, she slips in. ]

[letsplayamod]

[It would be here. Down at the bottom of it all, where a sleeping beast resides. Maybe it's familiar here.

Luna finds herself in a space that's a bit more fluid than the dreams of ponies or man. The world around here - if it can even be rightfully called that - is continually shifting. Like a continuing story, it plays out before her eyes; the story of Typhon.

Past events run rampant through the Titan's mind. His battle against the gods, Zeus striking him down and imprisoning him. There's a sense of deep obsession here as the moments leading up to his breaking free play over and over again.]

[raisethemoon]

[ The stars aided in his escape, hm?

Frowning to herself, Luna remains tucked in the corner of the dream she's currently inhabiting, watching. She joked before about inflicting a nightmare on him, but after calming down she can see that it's far more valuable to try and gain something from this, other than petty revenge. ]

[letsplayamod]

[Guided from the heavens, or perhaps something underneath them.

Petty revenge can wait, it seems, as time seems to skip forwards. Natural world giving way to an ethereal space of stars and void. There, on a platform in the nothingness, Luna witnesses the scene of Typhon's second defeat.]

"I say spare him," [A tall woman bearing a remarkable resemblance to Athena lowers her staff.] "But confinement?"

"The poison, I'm too weak... It's eating me alive!"

"What does your heart say?"

[The glowing figures, each taller than the biggest statues in the temple, look down to a young woman with respect. They wait on her verdict.]

"I say we spare him!"

[Try as he might, digging claws the size of Luna into the stonework, Typhon cannot keep his grip. He bellows out in rage one last time as he tumbles back into the abyss.

And you, Luna, are tumbling with him.]

[raisethemoon]

[ Lol. Lmao, even.

Luna doesn't really bother trying to break her fall; she just spreads her wings to control it a little more. It's only natural to get dragged down with the dreamer. Mostly, just doesn't want to flail about and attract undue attention. ]

[letsplayamod]

[Down, down, he falls. Far enough that things seem to twist and turn. No longer are you floating downwards, but gliding away from everything behind you. The gods and their champion become a distant memory.

You're alone now, in a dark, desolate part of this void. Typhon is laid out on a platform, breathing slowly. His wounds burned, but healing. He needs energy.]

Those... I cannot die now... Not before I crush them, and make my world a reality...

It seems you need some assistance?

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[raisethemoon]

[ Ah...! Luna tucks her wings close to her body and holds still, wrapping shadow about herself as she very cautiously cranes her neck to look around. Can she see where the new voice is coming from? ]

[letsplayamod]

[The voice appears from behind Typhon. The great monster shifting his form with some difficulty to face it. It sounds female but the form, aside from general shape, seems to be obscured not by anything Luna can see, but by Typhon's own mind. It seems not even his dreams want to fully remember this moment.]

You...!

I have picked a poor time, father of monsters. But I'm sure you're in no shape to argue. You're weak, and while I could probably end you... I believe we have grounds for an alliance.

Ally with you?! A god? I would rather perish.

I am no longer just a god. I am more than that. And I'm sure that is a poor excuse for a lie. If you help me, I will provide more than your mind could even dream of.