>old you blue to bully blue.
I think this is correct. Old Stan attacked the bully.

1/4 Stan Weathers 2015/10/25(Sun)09:36 No. 679284 ID: 9f5a86
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> so old you blue to bully blue.

I wave my hand from my old self over to the bully. Time begins to pick up again and memories begin to flood in. My old self grabs onto the bullies collar from the front...

2/4 Stan Weathers 2015/10/25(Sun)09:36 No. 679285 ID: 9f5a86
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...he brings his fist toward his jaw, but stops. After a few seconds -

POP!

3/4 Stan Weathers 2015/10/25(Sun)09:37 No. 679286 ID: 9f5a86
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"ARRRGH!! My jaw!! What did you do to my jaw?!" the bully's words come out in a slur as his jaw hangs open from the invisible strike.

"Aiden! Aiden, are you okay?! C'mon, let's get out of here! We have to see the teacher!" the fox helps him out of the room as my old self looks horribly guilty -

4/4 Stan Weathers 2015/10/25(Sun)09:38 No. 679287 ID: 9f5a86
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What. Wait. Aiden? SGT. SCHAR? He was in the orphanage with me. That's...

...

Is there anything else I should do here?

Has he ALWAYS had that damn thing on? This explains why, but, shit, would he really have a dislocated jaw from the time he was like... 11? Well, it's obvious the other kid's Mel now, his bro.

How old are you now? I'd say these kids are 11, so I'm going for a ballpark estimate. Aiden was a lieutenant by the time you were a rookie, so he's a few years older than you or you were tip toeing into being a cop.

This explains why Gabriel wanted to meet him, not for his powers, but to snicker when he saw his jaw cast and how his character's changed.

You probably pick up the book again. You must have been part of that 8% of kids that just couldn't stop drawing penises. So pick up the book.

1/5 Stan Weathers 2015/10/27(Tue)17:10 No. 679694 ID: 9f5a86
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> Has he ALWAYS had that damn thing on? This explains why, but, shit, would he really have a dislocated jaw from the time he was like... 11?

That just went through my mind, but it must have been much much more severe than that for him to still have a cast like that. What if I shattered the bone? Destroyed ligaments and that sort of thing? I'm not a doctor...but it must've been a horrible development. Poor guy...but I guess it taught him a lesson. Another thing that has gotten to me is that Aiden never remembered me when I was deployed with him. Why is that? I figured he'd remember me for the rest of his life. I at least have an excuse for not remembering him.

I go over and try to interact with the fallen book. Strangely enough, I can actually touch and pick it up. Time seems to have slowed to a halt once again and I take the opportunity to view the contents. Across almost all the pages, there are weird little doodles of monsters and other unidentifiable things. Each page has "Gabe" written on it.

2/5 Stan Weathers 2015/10/27(Tue)17:10 No. 679695 ID: 9f5a86
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I pick up and try to smooth out the crumpled up paper that was torn from the book. There is some writing that catches my eye.

"Today we learned about blood vessels. It was really cool. They remind me of tree branches. It gives me a cool monster idea. This one is my favorite I think."

3/5 Stan Weathers 2015/10/27(Tue)17:10 No. 679696 ID: 9f5a86
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Suddenly, everything becomes misty and shrouded by the whiteness, dissolving around me until there is nothing but a quiet void once again.

4/5 Stan Weathers 2015/10/27(Tue)17:11 No. 679697 ID: 9f5a86
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I can hear faint voices from behind. Another image is appearing: A small room that looks to be a bedroom. A girl is sitting on her bed, hugging her shins with her face buried between her legs. An adult female is seated next to her, her hand on the child's shoulder, trying to provide comfort.

The adult's voice becomes more clear, "Your father was a hard-working man. He sought for nothing but a better future for all of us. I understand the pain you are feeling right now, Chrisa. Dear, I promise you, we'll make it through this together. Come to me whenever you need something, alright?" She gives a tender smile, but the child is still upset, unmoving. "I love you. Please, get some rest." The adult gets up and leaves the room, taking one last, worried look at the child before slowly closing the door.

5/5 Stan Weathers 2015/10/27(Tue)17:11 No. 679698 ID: 9f5a86
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Now it's just me and her. The air disturbs me with the adult gone. It's some kind of an aura, a lingering tension that seems to be coming out of the child. This isn't my own memory, is it? It has to be someone else's. Why would another's memories be appearing before me?

Inspector Massey's first name is Chrisa. She and Yuseta were only a few feet away when you started combining with Gabe so I guess they got caught up in things.

Give her a pat on the back and a thumbs up maybe?

>>679703
Yeah, interact with girl since she's the main thing in this memory. Not gonna find anything else. There IS that mirror and the door, but nah, why would that be the focus that leads to the next memory puzzle?

Also, I guess pre-surgery you were a pre-cog, cool.

1/2 Stan Weathers 2015/10/30(Fri)18:03 No. 680263 ID: 9f5a86
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> Give her a pat on the back and a thumbs up maybe?

> Yeah, interact with girl since she's the main thing in this memory.

I approach the little girl and put my hand onto her back in an attempt to comfort. Suddenly, her image ripples and begins to fade away, being replaced by an image of a larger anthro, an adult. As the adult's image fades in the same fetal position, she becomes more and more familiar.

She lifts her head up from between her legs and gazes at me coldly.

2/2 Stan Weathers 2015/10/30(Fri)18:04 No. 680266 ID: 9f5a86
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With a ferocious growl, she pounces towards me, grasping my neck tightly with both hands. I'm not sure exactly what kind of form I have right now, but I can feel the painfulness of her powerful grip digging into me. She slams me into a wall and lifts me off my feet.

Angrily, she shouts, "You again! Why are you still around me? How much longer do I have to suffer your company?! Here I thought I could find some rest for once, and you of all people just had to show up!" She inches closer to me. "All this started with you. As if things weren't already fucked up enough, they let a freakshow like you wander around for God only knows why and cause trouble. Well, here I am now! This is what I get for my fucking efforts. This is what I get for trying to make a difference, swimming around in this purgatory, most likely dead. And WHO is going to remember me? I am nothing but a fucking shadow now, and it's all YOUR goddamn fault!"

I can tell she has been holding things in for a long time. I definitely feel bad for her..she was caught in the crossfire. Should I retort or let her continue to wail on me?

>>680266
I'm for letting her beat you up. You're a tough guy, you can take it, it's certainly unpleasant, but it's not getting shot, mutating into a feranthro, or having your head blown up.

If we're going to retort, we can say that, to be honest, we both went to the Crystarium knowing it was a suicide mission that was going to make us doubt the government we serve. It was all a stupid idea from the beginning. It was one stupid idea following another, this one honestly had the best odds all day. A straight up 50-50 chance to save Aiden easily over a 5-95 chance to fight through the Crystairum, get back up or help somehow, fight through the feranthros to the Advocate, and then fight Yuseta's psychic parents locked up in a ball of mind goo.

We also don't understand the nature of this purgatory, it could be a silver lining where originally there was none. As soldiers, we have no choice but to soldier on until the end. Okay, we're police, but we're militarized police, so same thing really.

But, maybe say that when she calms down after beating you up a bit, or when she gets TOO ferocious.

maybe try and direct her wails away from your neck?
also is she not wearing anything below?

Retort! It's almost never one person's fault.

You can Retort without attacking her while doing it. Stand your ground and make her realize that you are not the enemy.

Tell her its not your fault. You are as much a victim in the plots of the premier as she is. You just wanted to be a good cop and then this crap came along and ruined your life.

But you still have a chance to fix things. Even though everything is a huge mess we can stop the advocate and figure out a way to save Aiden. But we need to work together and not start fighting each other.

1/4 Stan Weathers 2015/11/02(Mon)18:02 No. 680994 ID: 9f5a86
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> I'm for letting her beat you up. You're a tough guy, you can take it, it's certainly unpleasant, but it's not getting shot, mutating into a feranthro, or having your head blown up.

> You can Retort without attacking her while doing it.

> If we're going to retort, we can say that, to be honest, we both went to the Crystarium knowing it was a suicide mission that was going to make us doubt the government we serve...

> Tell her its not your fault. You are as much a victim in the plots of the premier as she is.

I submit to Chrisa, trying to show her that I am not her enemy. As we gaze straight into each other's eyes, she seems to calm down just a little before I feel the fire raging in her once more. Her grip tightening for a second, she thrusts to the side and tosses me into the nearby vanity, causing it to collapse under me. I feel the weight of the fall and it knocks the air out of me.

2/4 Stan Weathers 2015/11/02(Mon)18:03 No. 680995 ID: 9f5a86
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"Don't have anything to say, huh?" she snarls, towering over me. I shake my head, attempting to snap out of the dizziness that's overwhelming me.

I reply, "This isn't my fault. I'm just as much of a victim as you. We both took part in this stupid plan, trying to make a change and unveil our corrupt government. We're in the same boat, right now."

"You were their little puppet all along. All that time you were out there, you never once questioned your position or what was happening all around you? Not one clear indication that maybe there's something really off-putting about yourself?"

"I was only trying to make a career. I wanted to be a good cop, but things just..." I can sense resentment growing in me as well. My throat gets choked up slightly before I continue, "You're just looking for someone to blame. We both took part in that stupid idea, but it's not over yet! We don't know the nature of this place, or - "

Suddenly she drops down on me, hitting me in the stomach with her knee. My insides feel like they've been squeezed violently, a squeamish sensation coursing across my entire mid-section. She lifts a clenched fist and barks at me, "So you wanted to be a good cop? Perhaps you had it pretty bad, but we've never made a name for ourselves either, no matter how hard we tried." I see a glimmering lining at the bottom of her eyes. She pours out to me, "My family line was constantly plagued by misfortune and plain shitty luck. All this time I've been waiting for the opportunity to stand out and not just make a difference, but be proud to wear my surname for once in my fucking life. I knew this was a stupid idea, and I shouldn't have gone through with it. What am I going to do now sitting here in this damn room, surrounded by nothing but despair for my past and wishing things could have been different? How am I going to make my family proud now?" She chokes up slightly despite the rage in her voice.

I pause for several seconds, waiting for the fist to connect with my face. I breathe deep, coughing and still feeling the blow lingering on in my gut. I look into her eyes again. "I never had a family." Chrisa starts to shake. "Even so...we're alike in a lot of ways. I wish things were different too. I was alone for a long time. I didn't have anyone to look up to until I met Aiden in the force." The tension in her facial muscles slowly disappears, drooping into a weak scowl. "My life is screwed, I know that, but if there's one thing I want to do right now, it's to free him from that horrible thing. It seems hopeless right now, but we can't just sit around, crying about bullshit that already happened! We have to find a way to come out on top as long as we are still here!" Chrisa slowly drops her fist and sits back, the ever-present frown still planted on her face, although not nearly as intense as before.

3/4 Stan Weathers 2015/11/02(Mon)18:03 No. 680996 ID: 9f5a86
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All of a sudden I can sense the floor beginning to sink away, or maybe I'm sinking into it. Chrisa continues to sit there, staring into space as I phase deeper into the ground. The entire image above me begins to ripple, as if I've been submerged. The whiteness is somehow more powerful now, and I can see my body begin to be engulfed by a thick, gray mist.

4/4 Stan Weathers 2015/11/02(Mon)18:04 No. 680997 ID: 9f5a86
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I'm floating again. This looks a lot like the chamber Gabriel was in, what with all the floating particles. My entire body consists of the gray mist now, yet I still feel whole in a sense. I look up ahead and see a figure in the distance. Even if I can't really see their eyes, I get the feeling they're looking right at me.

Yuseta!
Yo!

1/2 Stan Weathers 2015/11/03(Tue)15:16 No. 681183 ID: 9f5a86
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"Yuseta?" I breathe out, if such a thing is really happening as I'm in this form. She approaches slowly but I remain aware. I haven't actually interacted with her in a while, and last time wasn't so pleasant. I saw a glimpse of her while arguing with Chrisa back in the Chrystarium, but not much else. Yuseta continues to walk towards me until she is about a few paces away. I try to keep my cool, bracing myself for anything. As she gets closer, I can almost see her original image, which is still mostly blanketed by the odd gray mist.

She says, "Yes, that is me. What is your name."

After several seconds of hesitation, I reply, "Stan."

"Hello, Stan. We haven't spoken for some time." She speaks well for a kid, I will give her that. "Are you still scared of me?"

"I wouldn't say scared," I snap at her.

"You don't have to be wary around me. I'm here to help now."

"Now?" I scoff.

"I was under control of my parents who are in the Advocate." It sounds crazy, but perhaps crazy enough to make sense. There has been enough unexplainable things that happened in the past several hours or so that I just feel like accepting it. I take in another moment of silence.

"You must have some kind of plan."

"Yes, but nothing like my parents'," she says. "Please, believe me when I say I want to help you both...and Caelus."

"Well, what is your plan then?"

"This realm...it reminds me of the Advocate. It is a spiritual realm, and a mind trap is set in place."

"A mind trap? I figured it was something like that considering those memories I had seemed far too vivid."

"You and the anthro woman were sleeping. You were both 'dormant.' He wanted it that way. Gabriel," she explains. "Caelus is too, but he was once awake, in the same form as you and I."

"So you were able to wake us up?"

"The anthro woman is still asleep, actually. What is her name?"

"Chrisa, I believe."

"Chrisa. Alright," she seems to gaze off as if in thought. "I thought I could keep her 'awake' when I held on to her...but perhaps Gabriel was too strong. Well, I woke you up, but Chrisa is difficult. I don't know if we have much time. I can sense the Advocate getting closer."

"Wait, you can?" That is good news. It could entail that Gabriel hasn't even acquired its power yet or even got to it.

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"So then," I start, "we're pretty much one with Gabriel, right? He's just in control of the body."

"I suppose so," Yuseta says, almost sounding unsure herself.

"Well, we have to take the body ourselves and then go into the Advocate, then - "

"No!" Yuseta interrupts. "That will destroy the body and separate us all."

"But isn't that the - "

"No," she interrupts again. "There must be a better way. If we have control of the body, we might be able to do something outside of the Advocate."

"Ahh," I say in understanding. "Maybe we can make a connection if we can combine our power."

"Maybe," she states bluntly, "but right now we must hurry and find a way to take over this body."

"Okay, let me just think of something." When I was near the Advocate, I could get a glimpse of what was inside. Aiden showed me a vision of Gabriel within the Advocate itself. Perhaps because Gabriel wasn't physically a part of it, he wasn't able to control it, but now that he has this body we've merged into...

Maybe he's closer than we think. I hardly understand how all this crazy shit truly works, but I'm willing to give anything a go right now. Gabriel made mind traps. Can I do the same? What does he really hate? What would disturb him?

>>681185
Aiden. He hates Aiden most of all.
Well, and prison. And the Premier.

What few positive experiences we have Aiden will twist him. We could also use what few visions he sent us of the Advocate as another way to SEE it as prison, since it is now Aiden's prison.
You could also disturb him by showing him your first time with a significant other. But that's a more literal disturb than anything. Okay, really, I think your happiest memories will qualify enough to make him angry or disturbed.

So there's your fuel. Aiden's Partnership, Advocate Visions, your Happy Memories of being free outside his prison.

Stan Weathers 2015/11/05(Thu)14:33 No. 681612 ID: 9f5a86
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> Aiden's Partnership, Advocate Visions, your Happy Memories of being free outside his prison.

I keep these in mind and proceed to wonder how I'm going to carry out with this "mind trap" nonsense. I know I have a lot of power in me, but how exactly to make the most of it is still somewhat unknown to me. This is something I've never done before also. Who's to say that this is actually going to hold Gabriel? Perhaps it could be a good distraction rather than a way to "imprison" him in a sense or put him to sleep like Chrisa. I could focus my efforts on him and maybe Yuseta can...

I turn to her and ask, "If things are to go bad for me, can I trust you to use this body?" Yuseta looks confused for a moment, but nods.

"I know what to do," she replies.

"So you can actually take it over? You know how to do that?"

"I know how to do many things." It's still hard for me to believe that a kid could know so much about these strange mental powers.

I wonder again about mind traps and ask for advice. "So what do you know about creating a mind trap or whatever?"

"I'm not very sure," she responds, something I didn't want to hear. "I never was able to accomplish it. You could think hard about a scene to summon."

"That sounds pretty straightforward," I say sarcastically. Straightforward, yes, but what if that would actually work? I might just be making it more complicated than it should be. In this realm, things are different, and I have to start understanding that.

I feel an aura all of a sudden and turn to face a very distant figure that seems to be getting closer to us. A surge of fear runs through me as I start to realize what it is. I can hear Yuseta breathe out in concern as she glides away slowly.

A voice booms from afar, "Staaan! It is not supposed to be like this!" Gabriel is rushing in. I have to think of something to use for the trap out of the memories and images I have in mind:

Good times with Aiden

A prison within the Advocate (in what form?)

A relationship with another

Freedom (I have to think of something specific)

Something...I have to hurry...

Think about your good times with Aiden. The freedom you had in those early days on the force and how life was going great. You were learning new stuff and meeting new friends and everything was great.

>>681612
Good times with Aiden

1/6 Stan Weathers 2015/11/11(Wed)16:35 No. 683368 ID: 9f5a86
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> Think about your good times with Aiden.

> Good times with Aiden

I start to think hard about Aiden and the good times we've had together. In my effort to do so, instances of all the bad things that have happened in his company flash before my mind's eye, trying to interfere with me. I realize that Aiden and I hardly had any actual good times. As much as I looked up to him and respected him, most of the times I was with him resulted in something horrible. Slicing my stomach, finding that horrible mangled zombie thing, losing my rifle...but thinking on these events, some of them did branch off to something good.

I veer away from the bad memories and then focus on the good that came from them: the promotion and the time we had in that restaurant. Yes...those were better times. I really enjoyed that restaurant that Aiden took me to. Even though I was horribly stressed, the restaurant was a nice, cozy little place, and Aiden and I had a chance to unwind and get more comfortable with each other. He also took care of me whenever I needed it, bandaging up the cuts on my body and taking me to the clinic.

2/6 Stan Weathers 2015/11/11(Wed)16:36 No. 683369 ID: 9f5a86
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I open my eyes and find myself in the cozy restaurant again. Sure enough, at the familiar table, an image of Aiden and I manifested. He is speaking to me with the same conversation we've had before, getting our minds off of the stress that clung on to us. I feel like a slight weight is lifted off of me and I find myself smiling at this memory.

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A shivering sensation crawls through my body and it courses down to my feet, then the ground beneath me trembles for a few seconds. I can't see or hear Gabriel anywhere, but I think I can SENSE him.

"You spineless worm. Aiden is a tool and a worthless laggard. You don't like him. He did nothing but torment you, and he couldn't even help you in the end. Now he's depending on YOU to help HIM."

4/6 Stan Weathers 2015/11/11(Wed)16:36 No. 683371 ID: 9f5a86
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Before I can bite back, I realize that the entire world around me is beginning to shimmer and vaporize into nothing once again. I feel a cold, metal grip in my palm. I look down to see that I'm carrying a very familiar gun.

His voice comes again, "Don't deny your love for violence. You get excited when you think of it. You saw it, FELT it, through me. Embrace the violence! Cherish it!"

The world ripples as I plummet into a dim interior. I remember this place...and I remember the people that were in it.

5/6 Stan Weathers 2015/11/11(Wed)16:37 No. 683372 ID: 9f5a86
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Oh no. Not again. I never wanted to remember this again!

6/6 Stan Weathers 2015/11/11(Wed)16:37 No. 683373 ID: 9f5a86
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I can't control myself!

No! STOP IT! I DIDN'T WANT TO KILL ANYONE!

"I saved you, you know! They were going to kill you right there once they realized who you were! Or should I say, WHAT you were!"

Easy man, it's okay.
You don't love violence, you like adrenaline, and prefer adrenaline from a purer source.
Focus now on a physical activity that produced adrenaline or similar natural drugs, an old sports memory, police training, any form of sexual activity, or an awesome action movie where the good guy tramples the bad guy, because he's the good guy. You could also focus on the calming affect from shooting a gun in the range felt. Graduation might feel better too.

1/4 Stan Weathers 2015/11/14(Sat)21:52 No. 684061 ID: 9f5a86
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> Focus now on a physical activity that produced adrenaline or similar natural drugs...

2/4 Stan Weathers 2015/11/14(Sat)21:52 No. 684062 ID: 9f5a86
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> police training

3/4 Stan Weathers 2015/11/14(Sat)21:52 No. 684063 ID: 9f5a86
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"Damn, kid. You're pretty good. A true marksman if I do say so myself. I don't think you'll have any trouble passing the remainder of this assessment."

Police training and evaluations were definitely a source of adrenaline and stress for me. No matter how well I think I'll do, tension would always tend to grip me hard and refuse to let up. Despite that, I always pulled through. I would give credit to my powers for my excellent marksmanship, and I actually couldn't help but feel bad for others in the force. It seemed like I was cheating, if I had to be honest.

But getting through those tough times unscathed and graduating was one of the best feelings in my entire life. The only other feeling better than that...

4/4 Stan Weathers 2015/11/14(Sat)21:52 No. 684064 ID: 9f5a86
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...was love. I fade into another memory and manifest the bare details all around me. I'm in a cafe, seated across from my first and only girlfriend. I met her in college. Holly. We aren't together anymore, and thus haven't talked in quite a while, but to my knowledge we still aren't in bad terms. I'm sure by now she must have another guy taking better care of her, but just thinking about Holly again was like being there for the first time, feeling my heart flutter at the sight of her radiant face. In that moment, I almost forgot about all of my problems. A soothing warmth washes over me, tempting the desire to just sit and stare into each other's eyes forever.

But, of course, Gabriel was there, unseen, to remind me that she was gone. "Wh-What is-Who is this?" I'm thrown off guard by the uneasiness in his voice, as if this is actually affecting him. "Stan, what the hell are you trying to do? What is this feeling?" I'm not sure what he is going on about, but then I realize something. Are emotions shared in this trap too? He knew Aiden and held a good deal of hatred for him, but he never knew Holly. Even with his presence, I feel less stress than normal in this instance.

Tell him it's affection. BEST DRUG.

Okay, good we have things to home in on, now you can shift to positive role models outside Aiden. Something like teacher or a foster parent, and maybe more times with Holly, and what milkshakes taste like. Mmm, cookies and cream, mocha, the classic chocolate.
Start spamming the SHIT out of Gabriel with the good feels. Until he WANTS to stay in here. Get him addicted to your positive memory's like a drug.

1/3 Stan Weathers 2015/11/18(Wed)18:01 No. 684751 ID: 9f5a86
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> Tell him it's affection.

"It's affection you're feeling," I say. He does not respond, strangely enough.

> Start spamming the SHIT out of Gabriel with the good feels. Until he WANTS to stay in here. Get him addicted to your positive memory's like a drug.

I don't think I have any other memories that gave me feelings as warmhearted as this, so I continue to focus on good times I've had with Holly. The relationship never went as far as sex, but regardless, the intimacy between us was unlike anything I've ever felt. Those times I've had with her were some of the best in my entire life. It was a soft intensity that made me want to stick with her until the end of days. I did have my first kiss with her, and it was incredible the sense of closeness I got from that experience. I can only imagine how much greater that feeling could have been if we went further, but I suppose I won't be finding out now.

I sense some sort of flash off the edge of my peripherals and turn away from the tenderness of Holly's kiss. Time seems to stop as I pull away from her like a ghost, Holly frozen in position. I take a look outside of a nearby window. In the yard below is a swing set, a child sitting on one of the swings as what looks to be a father figure is giving her gentle pushes from behind. It looks like Chrisa's child form again.

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A slight numbness covers my entire body as the image before me distorts, accompanied by a bright light. Shortly after, things return to normal, but I find myself in the yard now. I look back up into the window to find Holly still there. Gabriel is in front of her, investigating.

3/3 Stan Weathers 2015/11/18(Wed)18:01 No. 684753 ID: 9f5a86
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Now the male has Chrisa in his hands, tossing her into the air and catching her with seemingly little effort. They both look like they're having the time of their lives. Chrisa's mother is in the background, seated on a bench.

A familiar voice sounds from behind me. "My father was the light of my life. Not to say my mother didn't influence or care about me, but I really looked up to him, although I never got to see him that often. He's the one who inspired me to join the force in the first place." I look behind my shoulder to see Chrisa in her adult form. Crossing her arms, she chuckles while looking ahead of me at the pleasant sight of the happy family. "Bastard had the worst luck, though. Always being overpassed, never quite making the mark. He didn't stop working his ass off though. Then I guess his time was just...up. My family's always been plagued with misfortune."

Then it's a big bad luck club.
One without parents, one with parents but bad luck, and another who had parents that mind controlled her.

Yuseta, you're turn. Anything postive and happy. We know you've had a rough life, but she's well adjusted despite everything, there must be a few positive influences.

1/3 Stan Weathers 2015/11/23(Mon)17:55 No. 685434 ID: 9f5a86
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> Then it's a big bad luck club.

"I guess we're just all in the bad-luck club then, huh?" I ask, letting out a weak little laugh. I think I can actually see a tiny smile rising on the edges of her lips.

"Perhaps," she replies. Chrisa sighs, gazing off dreamily. "I know you probably don't care about what I'm going through, and that's perfectly fine, seeing as we're in this very strange situation and all." Her brow creases as a look of heavy resolve forms on her face. "But here, I realized something. Like I said before, all my life I've been trying to make a name for myself and my family, to show the world that we are a strong line of hard-working people, but I've been wrong, and I've been way too desperate. I should have been like my father, finding peace in the little things and pushing through, even if I never find lasting satisfaction or recognition." She looks away for a moment, but then stares right into my eyes. "I've been very hot-headed, and I'm sorry."

She sounds sincere, so I give her a nod and a smile. "Don't worry about it. Maybe this isn't the end. I think we can find a way out of this and get a second chance to make things right when this is all over."

> Yuseta, you're turn. Anything postive and happy. We know you've had a rough life, but she's well adjusted despite everything, there must be a few positive influences.

I gaze up into the white foginess and close my eyes, preparing to communicate with Yuseta. I'm not sure if she is in the trap with us, but perhaps she has some memories of her own that can help us out even further.

"Yuseta, can you hear me? We need your help. I think I have this figured out. We can stop Gabriel right here."

I wait for a while, but there is no reply.

"Yuseta?"

3/3 ??? 2015/11/23(Mon)17:55 No. 685437 ID: 9f5a86
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Luken. And behind them...the Advocate. They fear me. Why?

>>685437
Yuseta, this is probably because this is either a moment you were lucid and these were the religious folk that were concerned about your individuality, or the dissenter Luken rebels who fear you when you were controlled by your parents.

The latter is probably the case. The odds of your current lucidity being immediately recognized by the religious sect are incredibly low, considering your at a state that you have just woken up.

Put your hands up, slowly, to show you mean no harm, for now. Observe your body, ensure this is not actually the present and you're somehow controlling Stan's body on the outside instead of Gabriel.

Amalgam Body 2015/11/25(Wed)14:52 No. 685712 ID: 9f5a86
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> Yuseta

No. Not just Yuseta. Multiple personalities fill my expanded mind, whispering in unison. Many experiences, memories, and emotions occupy my very being, clouding my true identity. This body is an amalgamation, and is constantly morphing, succumbing to the chaos within. I am Yuseta. I am Chrisa Massey. I am Stan Weathers. I am Gabriel. I feel like a god.

But my sights are set, and my mission is clear. Destroy. Merge. Rise.

> Put your hands up, slowly, to show you mean no harm, for now.

I could rend their flesh from a distance with the flick of a wrist with this power. They are in the way of my goal. I raise my arms, expecting them to step aside, but they don't. Their beady eyes do not leave me be, stuck in absolute awe at the marvel before them. My patience is wearing thin.

Just... fly with telekinesis.

They're not worth your time, they cannot stop you. Pierce into the advocate. Begin the final mental battle and mix with MORE minds. Awake Aiden. Awake everyone in there. Commence a mental war and battlefield. Rise far above the entire island, finish the mental war unaffected by the physical world and see the results.

It's time to finish this.

Tell them to move. There is no point in being afraid of what is to come.

1/5 Amalgam Body 2015/11/27(Fri)06:16 No. 685944 ID: 9f5a86
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> Just... fly with telekinesis.

Effortlessly, I float and rise into the fog-saturated air, observing as the Luken below gaze at me in sheer wonder. I set my sights on the metal shell before me and travel towards it.

2/5 Amalgam Body 2015/11/27(Fri)06:16 No. 685945 ID: 9f5a86
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> Pierce into the advocate.

Positioning myself above the opening, I prepare for the drop. Once inside, we will separate once again, this hideous body stripped of its integrity. It is time for this to end once and for all.

I thrust this body into the Advocate.

3/5 Stan Weathers 2015/11/27(Fri)06:16 No. 685946 ID: 9f5a86
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There is a strong pulling force that I sense before regaining consciousness. I find myself in some kind of disturbing dark void, little speckles of white scattered across. It very much resembles a starry night. I'm separate from the body now, and I can see smoky figures that resemble Chrisa and Yuseta close to me, already observing. I also have this smoky form, and it feels very much alike to when I was within Gabriel.

"That was strange. You looked like every other white dot for a moment there," I can hear Massey say, her voice sounding like it's reverberating.

"We're here now. The amalgam body is gone. Do you see Caelus?" Yuseta asks in slight desperation.

4/5 Stan Weathers 2015/11/27(Fri)06:17 No. 685947 ID: 9f5a86
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"What have you done?!" I hear in the distance. I turn around to see a familiar figure in the distance, frantic and whirling around in confusion.

5/5 Stan Weathers 2015/11/27(Fri)06:17 No. 685948 ID: 9f5a86
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I see something off the corner of my vision and turn again to see two stranger forms ahead, both in front of an oval-shaped case that would blend in perfectly with the void if not for the speckles lining it as well as the intense glow from within.

This is almost perfect. We three can split off and proceed this inevitable fray. I'm not sure how fighting will work in this form, but we've got to try what we can. I feel an intense welling of resolve inside me. This is it. This is the deciding point! Aiden, we're coming!

You can direct Massey, Weathers, and Yuseta to face one of three targets each. The targets are: Gabriel, Yuseta's parents, and Aiden's shell.

Let's go standard. Gabe vs. Stan, Yuseta vs. Parents while Massey saves the damsel in distress.

^-- this

1/6 Insp. Chrisa Massey 2015/11/28(Sat)12:06 No. 686055 ID: 9f5a86
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> Gabe vs. Stan

> Yuseta vs. Parents

> Massey saves the damsel in distress.

Weathers goes off and launches himself toward Gabriel, leaving Yuseta and I giving each other a blank glance before looking towards the other side. We knew what we had to do now. I direct my movement towards the shining cocoon up ahead while trying to keep distance from Yuseta's parents.

By now it's safe to say I'm dead in a sense, but as I'm still holding on to consciousness, I must do everything in my power to make things right. The laws of this form and this "world" are almost completely unknown to me, and I'm not certain how we can free Aiden or even get out of here after we do so, but I'm not going to mope around like a worthless cunt any longer.

2/6 Insp. Chrisa Massey 2015/11/28(Sat)12:06 No. 686056 ID: 9f5a86
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Even with the spacing I attempted, one of Yuseta's parents extends an arm out towards me, a translucent tentacle-shaped entity wrapping around my form and rendering me paralyzed. I wonder why Yuseta isn't already confronting them until I see her off to the side, floating towards the scene almost reluctantly.

"Yuseta!" I call out with my mind's voice. The tentacle suddenly stops before engulfing me entirely, and there is a sickening silence as Yuseta continues her approach. Her parents continue to stare at me as if trying to avoid the sight of something.

3/6 Insp. Chrisa Massey 2015/11/28(Sat)12:06 No. 686057 ID: 9f5a86
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"Mother! Father! Yes, it is me. It's your daughter," she says, trying to sound as firm as possible. Her parents don't waver, as if frozen in time. They're ignoring her. "Look at me! I at least deserve that!" she shouts. Slowly their heads turn to gaze down at her, and yet another long moment of awkward silence fills the void. They can't seem to think up of what to say to each other.

A male voice sounds, "What will you do then?"

"Is that what you ask of me?" Yuseta replies, offended. "After all the horrible things you made me do?"

A female's voice comes next, "How did you get here?"

"I don't believe this," a mix between sorrow and anger makes up her tone, "No 'sorry'? No anything? My own parents?"

Her father speaks after a few seconds, "Yuseta. I'm sorry."

Her mother also speaks, "I'm sorry, my daughter." They almost sound sincere.

"All of this was for conservation," Yuseta's father says.

"It was for the bloodline," her mother adds.

"We feared they would end us."

"The Anthros?" Yuseta asks.

"We decided to destroy their civilization, their way of life...before they would ours." I couldn't retort this, as the Premier's objectives were made clear to me. Either side was going to destroy the other. What was Yuseta wanting to accomplish now?

Well, my goal is clear. Now that Gabriel's body, the Anthro's version of the Advocate, is now gone and combined with this one, we must find a way to destroy it...and Aiden may be able to assist with that in some way.

4/6 Insp. Chrisa Massey 2015/11/28(Sat)12:06 No. 686058 ID: 9f5a86
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As they are distracted, I set my sight towards the cocoon once again and stretch what part of my form is free from the tentacle towards it, feeling the warmth of its energy growing ever stronger. As I close in on it, I sense a strong gravitational force, and I can't help as I am being sucked into the thing. Yuseta's father lets me go when a surge of energy courses through my form. My vision goes white and I feel myself being hurled into yet another sea of nothingness.

6/6 Insp. Chrisa Massey 2015/11/28(Sat)12:07 No. 686061 ID: 9f5a86
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I'm inside. Aiden is in front of me, brooding. I take the time to look around, noticing an almost grotesque sight of smoky figures trapped inside walls of pure white, wriggling helplessly. There is not much else to see here, and I decide not to waste anymore time, but before I can speak, Aiden takes the initiative.

"Man," he breathes out. "What a clusterfuck this is, huh? This whole plot?" I'm not sure what to say after that. "While I've been sitting in here, I found that I had a lot of time to think...and I've been thinking about this whole realm. I've been seeing visions of what's to come and what has already passed. This whole role that the feranthros worship, the one with me, turned out to be a lot more special than I once thought. I'm a source of power more than anything. The Link...the mind magic..."

"What are you talking about?" I interrupt. "Aiden, we didn't come all this way to have a chat. We can talk after we get the hell out of here."

"No, you need to listen to this, Massey," he responds. "I knew it was a good idea to 'contact' you guys with the remaining power I had, and I know you went through hell and back to get to me, but," he sighs deeply. "You are going to be very disappointed when you hear this."

>>686061
Self Sacrifice? Are you going to pull that card? Well, yeah I'm dissapointed if you do. All this power, with everything that's happened, we can't come up with a creative solution?

Also, who's to say you can trust your source Aiden, about the future? If you're even comprehending it right, that you weren't convinced or turned somehow by Yuseta's parents who are probably insanely charismatic to get ALL of this shit to happen on the feranthro side?

Here's an argument card you might have to pull up Massey:
You have the responsibility, not only as a man of the law, but as an feranthro, to survive this mess. To LEAD here. There IS no other that can. Your brother can't. Your father can't. Yuseta and Stan cannot either. You have no blood on your hands, Aiden. The only feranthro who knows the truth and is ultimately innocent.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2015/11/29(Sun)05:24 No. 686209 ID: 9f5a86
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> Self Sacrifice? Are you going to pull that card? Well, yeah I'm dissapointed if you do. All this power, with everything that's happened, we can't come up with a creative solution?

I pause for a moment, letting his words sink in. "You aren't thinking of sacrificing yourself?" His continued silence causes me to grow angry. "So that's it then?! After all this, you can't think of a more creative solution to this?"

"I've thought for a long while, like I said before," he turns his head to look at me. "Look, Massey, tell me this. What are we going to do when we break out of here? The energy accumulated in here is too great and the Advocate will become more unstable than ever. It has the potential to annihilate the entire island. Surely you can agree with me that a thing like this cannot be allowed to exist any longer. I'm not just planning on ending my life to get rid of the powers...I also want to destroy this horrible monstrosity once and for all."

"How the hell is ending your life going to solve this?" I ask.

"I have the power to control the Advocate. We might all feel like we're one with it, but we have not reached such a level. With enough power, I can take over the Advocate, then destroy it by destroying myself."

"I can't believe you're suggesting this."

"I know it's unfair, but just think about this. What else can we do?" He turns around again, gazing off dreamily. He grunts in realization. "Of course, it doesn't HAVE to be me, but then how will we even escape from this realm? We don't have bodies anymore, and Essences cannot exist outside of a realm like this. How do we even attain a new body? And if I live, even with the Advocate gone, the powers will still remain. Think of how that would continue to affect our society! There's still so much I don't even know."

If we knew for certain that destroying this thing would solve the issue I might agree with you. But we don't know for certain. Even with you controlling it there could be horrible repercussions to destroying it like that.

So here is a thought. We help you take this thing over and then we take our time figuring out how to disarm it. Get Mel down here to study it and we find a way to slowly render it harmless.

Maybe if we figure out a way of pulling our bodies out of here we can start putting all the souls this thing has trapped back. Slowly remove the source of its power while freeing the people stuck here.

>>686209
There's nothing inherently wrong with the powers, Aiden, just like how there's nothing wrong with hands, or eyes, or any other part of our body. The society and government will adapt, with the Premier out of the way, assuming Stan took care of him, new government is going to have to reform. It will be slow, feranrtho's will eventually intergrate, and we'll probably all just go back to being feranthro's again because of the burden of maintaining Astoga over a large population as we start to spread out and make artificial islands. There will be assholes, people that will kill with these powers

You CAN'T be sure killing yourself with the Advocate will do the deed completely.

Also, well, if you and the Advocate have to be destroyed to accomplish your goal, well, we have to go with it since you don't think we can leave anymore. That means killing everything, everyone in here. That's mass murder, Aiden, if all these lights are a person. There's quite a bunch here that probably didn't choose to be here. So you're going to kill me, your partner, and a little girl in the body of an adult along with yourself. Okay, teenager, I'm not sure. But that's the plan, right?

With your powers of this magnitude, who KNOWS what's possible?

>>686209
If the power stored in the Advocate is sufficient, recreating your bodies would both allow you to escape it, and safely 'defuse' it be expending that power in a controlled manner.

Insp. Chrisa Massey 2015/11/30(Mon)17:31 No. 686406 ID: 9f5a86
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> If we knew for certain that destroying this thing would solve the issue I might agree with you.

> You CAN'T be sure killing yourself with the Advocate will do the deed completely.

"You don't even know for certain if destroying the Advocate like that would solve everything, do you? This is obviously a lot more complex than that."

"No, maybe not. You're right that I don't know for sure, but there are some things that I do know, and I DO know that I'm a source for a lot of this crazy stuff. So is the Advocate. If it doesn't solve everything, it will solve most of it, and then what is remaining of our society will have to sort the rest out."

> There's nothing inherently wrong with the powers, Aiden, just like how there's nothing wrong with hands, or eyes, or any other part of our body.

"Is getting rid of the powers truly necessary? There's nothing inherently wrong with them. Our society can adapt to them, find ways to control them if it gets too out of hand. We've already gone far enough to change our figures entirely with the Astoga."

"Sometimes the power is too much," he explains. "It will wind up too strong for our technology to handle. It will be very difficult to maintain order in our society with these sort of powers. Think of the manipulation and horrible deeds that people could pull off with it...It would be so easy."

"Do you think the power is evolving in a way? From my experience, there only seem to be a select few that have really grown incredibly proficient with the powers."

"That's what I mean," Aiden states. "People with power that measures my own or Stan's...they can cause serious problems for everybody if they ever have bad intentions." He sighs and paces a bit. "This is so complicated. We keep circling back to chance. We can't assume our society can control this in the future, at any point."

"Let's take a few steps back then," I start. "The Advocate. You want to destroy it and get rid of the powers entirely by destroying yourself."

"That's my resolve, yes."

> That means killing everything, everyone in here. That's mass murder, Aiden, if all these lights are a person. There's quite a bunch here that probably didn't choose to be here.

"Have you thought about everyone else in here? All the people? Me? Stan? Yuseta? What do you think will happen to us?"

He looks off and ponders before speaking again, "You're all in here? Damnit..." He wonders again, worriedly. "If I could just figure out how we can exit whole, this wouldn't be as big of an issue. I can't just create matter. We have to use something...but maybe I'm going in over my head here, thinking I can do something as insane as making a body out of something else."

Our bodies went somewhere when we got here so it should be possible to put them back together again.

The Advocate's power is the power of thousands of minds chained together for one purpose. If we can figure out a way to free them then all the power you are so worried about will be spread out again and less of a threat.

And we don't have to do this alone. You should be able to reach out to all sorts of people from here and get ideas on what to do.

Blowing everything up is a short term fix that might make things even worse.

>>686406
Advocate goo. I mean, the advocate is made out of something. It IS artificial. Probably made by Precursors or something from before feranthros. Somehow, our language ended up on the fucking side of the shell supporting it. There's a whole world outside this island we barely know nothing about.

Let's just repurpose the psychic goo or whatever matter makes up the advocate.

Or, well, we form artificial bodies using a variety of elements. We're carbon organic lifeforms, we should be able to psychically recreate our bodies with the elements of the earth.

Or, Plan C, swallow the entire island in the advocate and just make a new life in here. It wouldn't be so bad. We're in a mental construct of a room so we can form our realities in here, we can choose our forms at will, and we can't actually kill each other, so... the genocide of either Anthros or Luken will be impossible.

Plan C sounds like it's out of a horror show, but honestly, it wasn't painful being processed by the advocate, so... yeah, not really a bad end, all things considered. We're making a choice for everyone though, which IS a dick move. Also, if anyone outside the island makes contact... things are going to get complicated.

>If it doesn't solve everything, it will solve most of it, and then what is remaining of our society will have to sort the rest out."

>We can't assume our society can control this in the future, at any point.

Aiden, you're making an assumption about society in your first argument in support of yourself, but then take it back to fight OUR argument. You never did well in debate club, did you?

Aiden Schar 2015/12/01(Tue)18:18 No. 686515 ID: 9f5a86
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> Our bodies went somewhere when we got here so it should be possible to put them back together again.

> Let's just repurpose the psychic goo or whatever matter makes up the advocate.

"We can use the Advocate itself, can we not?" Massey asks.

"Huh?"

"Sure. It must be made of something. You think you can repurpose organic matter, or any matter? Well, here we are, surrounded by it."

"Massey, I know that seems like a good idea..." I pause for a moment. "And, I mean, it's definitely a solution, but we'd be spreading out the power amongst hundreds or thousands of new bodies, wouldn't we?"

"Perhaps, but it's a suggestion."

> Or, Plan C, swallow the entire island in the advocate and just make a new life in here. It wouldn't be so bad. We're in a mental construct of a room so we can form our realities in here, we can choose our forms at will, and we can't actually kill each other, so... the genocide of either Anthros or Luken will be impossible.

She continues on after taking a deep breath. "There is something else, and I'm not sure how you feel about it, but I'm at the point where I just don't see many other options. If we can somehow spread this lifeform, we can cover the island and-"

"What?!" I shout, already getting the idea. "Why would you want to do that? What about all those lives..."

"Everyone has been moved to the Underground," Massey says. She looks off to the side, as if trying to remember something. "And if I remember protocol correctly, when people are moved there, they are eventually moved to the port, and then-"

"Moved to the vessels," I finish her sentence. She nods with a weak smile.

"Operation Exodus."

"But what about...surely people would still be here, and Mel..."

"It has been a day since Mel teleported us to the Crystarium. He should be with everyone else by now. The Militia would have seen to that since they transported him in the first place." I am about to ask what the hell they were exactly up to while I was down here, but I brush it off, feeling it doesn't matter anymore. "The only people actually standing on Primorida right now are the feranthros, some Militia, and some cops most likely." She sighs quietly and folds her arms, looking down at the ground.

"I need to think," I say shakily.


I walk a few paces away and look up into the white void surrounding us. I close my eyes and think. I still can't believe I'm standing in this strange zone, thinking about the fate of the entire island. Out of all the losers on this rock, it had to be me that was the child tied to a crazy prophecy. But here I am now, and it is time to think of how to carry this out once and for all.

Convert everybody in here to have a new form out of the Advocate's flesh. To do this would mean everybody in here would get a body again, including Yuseta's parents and all the feranthros that were sacrificed. I cannot read the minds of thousands of people and I do not know who would have bad intentions and use their powers for wrong. It would be a bit of a mess, but I could possibly control it with the help of my friends.

Cover Primordia in the Advocate. Resource scarcity, suffering, death, and war would be a thing of the past. Everybody in here would take it upon themselves to find their happiness with the sheer strength of their own mind and willpower. Primordia can start again, or the people in the vessels can move on to another nation and merge.

>>686515
Blob end is best end
but Wild Wild West with psychic powers sounds funner and more fulfilling.

Fuck it, I know Blob end was my suggestion, but it's too easy and limiting. If Mel's escaped the island, it means never seeing our brother again. I'm going for reconstructing all bodies with the Advocate's flesh since it means we might see Mel again.

Interesting thing about it is that you'll be true Anthros, you, Stan, and Massey, and will never have to worry about turning ever again, since you're reconstructing a lifeform from scratch and can get rid of that feranthro junk DNA that leaves you susceptible to transformation. Even though your feranthro at base, you'll always identify as an Anthro, and such a massive change late in your life is unhealthy.

Hmm... I wonder. Maybe you CAN mix both endings. Eat everyone, rebuild everyone, take away the link by genetically engineering the link and powers away. Their TRUE forms, the one they identify as, will automatically be constructed since I imagine you're doing a cheap and quick reconstruction based off of everyone's mental perception of themselves.

The blob solution seems like living in a "false" world forever, which can't last and will only lead to depression. So despite the apparent advantages I think it's better to convert.

While Blob End is Best End in isolation, it doesn't work when Operation Exodus is taken into account. It effectively leaves a bigger advocate to exploit, and leaves it squatting undefended over the city everyone who was just evacuated wants to return to. A big juicy target for the exact same lust for power that we're trying to solve.

1/18 Aiden Schar 2015/12/16(Wed)13:28 No. 689168 ID: 9f5a86
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> Eat everyone, rebuild everyone, take away the link by genetically engineering the link and powers away. Their TRUE forms, the one they identify as, will automatically be constructed since I imagine you're doing a cheap and quick reconstruction based off of everyone's mental perception of themselves.

Wait...yes...How did I not think of this before? Why can't I try to accomplish a mix of both? By spreading the Advocate all across Primordia, I can not only shape and reconstruct everyone inside so that they can retain their original forms, but I can also disable anybody who may try to attack the Advocate's mass as well through some kind of forcefield made from a combination of everyone's power, in case this process takes a while. And making the anthro gene a permanent thing would set a foundation for many genrations to come. It's brilliant. I know what to do now! It might not be pretty, but it's the best chance I have to make everything right.

I turn to Massey and walk up to her, beaming. "Massey, thank you. Thank you for coming back for me and going through this. I'm going to do my best to make everything right."

Massey looks puzzled for a moment, and then scoffs. "Oh, quit it with the sappy shit, Aiden. Just do you what you gotta do." She smiles after a moment. "If we didn't trust you, do you think we would have come all this way? I'm sure you'll make the right decision."

2/18 Aiden Schar 2015/12/16(Wed)13:28 No. 689170 ID: 9f5a86
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I nod back excitedly, shuffling my feet a bit as if trying to find a good position. I try to relax and once again close my eyes. I don't know how I'm going to do this, but I know I'll find a way, no matter how long it takes. I feel myself float, and then an overwhelmingly intense warmth washes over me - Massey's power coupled with my own. The barrier around us starts to break.

8/18 Aiden Schar 2015/12/16(Wed)13:30 No. 689176 ID: 9f5a86
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The experience was unlike anything I've ever been through. No one can imagine just what this felt like, having so many warm souls within arm's reach and accomplishing the work of a god. Surely, but gradually, one by one, I reconstructed the flesh of the Advocate, granting a chunk to each soul and wrapping them within like a neat package. Forming of the peoples' bodies seemed like a daunting task, but I was able to mold each soul's flesh according to what form they occupied before they entered the Advocate, which I was able to read through their minds. With so many inside, I won't deny that it felt like a lengthy and challenging process, but I couldn't possibly explain the happening itself. I almost still felt like I was in some kind of bizarre dream, not exactly knowing how I was managing to achieve such meticulous crafting of cells, bone, fur, and every other complexity of the body.

Regardless, the work was finished, but then I turned my attention to the Link and wondered if I would be able to alter that as well. It became quickly evident that this was something that ran a lot deeper. It was within the blood of the Hyuro, but it was a strange, supernatural connection that could not be broken. Even if I could not simply remove and eliminate the source, I decided that I could not let these powers spread. I diverted the source, compressing it into my own body. The only way it could truly vanish now would be through my own death, but after seeing so much life radiate under the palm of my own hand, I realized how incredible and precious it really was. I would be the only person on the island with these powers, as I was the only person I could trust with them.

10/18 Aiden Schar 2015/12/16(Wed)13:31 No. 689178 ID: 9f5a86
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The mass of the Advocate receded with every body I crafted, until eventually it all sinked back to its source, the Lower City. I woke up, surrounded by so many. I was filled with relief. I knew at that moment that I had succeeded. There was so much joy around me, families reuniting and people overwhelmed by the concept of having been reborn. I eventually reunited with them all: Massey, Weathers, Yahl, and Yuseta. Our bodies appeared and FELT perfect, as if we never lost them. I still wonder how I was able to do something so incredibly complex, especially considering I'm not some kind of specialist in Anthro or feranthro anatomy. Perhaps our DNA was stored within the Advocate itself? I still didn't fully understand everything about the Advocate, but I guess now it existed in all of us in a sense.

11/18 Aiden Schar 2015/12/16(Wed)13:31 No. 689179 ID: 9f5a86
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No one quite remembered what happened within the Advocate, but communities began to rapidly reform. I helped rebuild the homes of the Lower City that were destroyed in the mass. Yahl became the new leader of the Luken. The supporters of the Hyuro were greatly outnumbered, Yuseta's parents retreating lower down the chain and being subdued by the populace for their actions. Yuseta herself expressed happiness at this new development, seeing a great future ahead.

I tried to surpress my powers while I was in the Lower city, but many felt my aura and remembered who I was - Caelus. They felt obligated to worship me as a god, but I was quick to cast that away respectfully. Regardless, they now knew what I was truly capable of, and claimed my name would be passed down the line for centuries.

12/18 Aiden Schar 2015/12/16(Wed)13:32 No. 689180 ID: 9f5a86
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As the Lower City was continuing to undergo its renovations, the remaining Anthros, now "true" Anthros, decided to make the trip back up to the Upper, looking to send out a signal to the vessels that had left the island. I made the trip with them, and with enough scavenging across the ruin, we managed to do just that.

13/18 Aiden Schar 2015/12/16(Wed)13:32 No. 689181 ID: 9f5a86
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I was able to talk to Mel again. He and Jai were within the vessel, doing just fine. They all had landed on the shore of an uncharted piece of land. A month had passed since they left Primordia, which was a big surprise to me considering it didn't seem to take that long to reconstruct the mass. Regardless, I was overjoyed to hear they were doing alright. After several sessions of communication, they announced that they would be preparing to head back to Primordia.

Questions were asked as to how we were not a part of Operation Exodus, but we dismissed it by claiming we were held by the feranthros, but then released by rebels who are now the prominent portion of the Lower City populace, seeking to better their image to us all. No one was around to say otherwise.

14/18 Aiden Schar 2015/12/16(Wed)13:32 No. 689182 ID: 9f5a86
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A new government was established another month later, one that was a vast improvement over our previous system. With the help of Yahl and Yuseta's peaceful demonstrations as well as Massey's, Weathers', and my testimonies, a new system was built around the integration of Luken to our ways of life as well as tolerance to their peaceful cultures. It was a bit of a tough transition, but we became used to the huge change with time. No longer would they be treated as slaves. Our new Premier sought for them to be educated and considered productive and valuable members to our new society. This wasn't to say every Luken wanted to be a part of our society. Those that volunteered to stay in the Lower continued to be watched over and led by Yahl and Jai.

15/18 Aiden Schar 2015/12/16(Wed)13:33 No. 689183 ID: 9f5a86
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After years of diligent, hard work, our society became stable again, and our island stood tall, crowned with shining skyscrapers reaching towards the heavens once more. Life almost seemed to go back to normal when everything had recovered. All three of us - Weathers, Massey, and I - went back into the force, continuing to build on our careers as if nothing had happened. Mel returned to the Primordia Research Institute once again under heavy recommendations, and he sought to continue his work on teleportation theory as well as other ingenious inventions to make life on Primordia that much easier.

Understandably, work was not nearly as demanding and dangerous as it used to be. We found ourselves helping the Luken harmonize with our society through education, processing, and training.

16/18 Aiden Schar 2015/12/16(Wed)13:35 No. 689186 ID: 9f5a86
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It was evident they had a lot of potential, and all those years we spent subjecting them to slave labor was seen as a dark part of our history. From now on we can only imagine how much more prolific our society will become with their help. Times were looking to be so much better for Luken and Anthro alike, and I could imagine nothing but a brighter future for Primordia, despite all the craziness it had to go through to get to this point.

18/18 END Aiden Schar 2015/12/16(Wed)13:35 No. 689188 ID: 9f5a86
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...I too see a bright future.

>>689188
DUN DUN DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN

Looks like Gabriel is still kicking around.

BUT AT WHAT COST!??@#!?!?!

Great to see you pulled through and finished this :D they're all alive and everyone is happy and gabe is particularly happy

Whoo!
Gabe, easy man, they got this far, let 'em get farther and just enjoy the ride til you die of natural causes.
Don't tell me you're not enjoying the ride of being a normal person not in a prison killing peeps. You like it.

Didn't see Massey and Aiden gettin' together, but well hey, why not?