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FINALE: Synod & Conclusion
The Synod should have ended on the 21st, but a blackout traps all the attendees in the facility. The train won't move. The Gates won't reverse. The anomaly outside would eradicate anything attempting to cross the stygian wasteland. All anyone can do is wait.
A hastily-assembled team of various faction members rushes to the Porter's defense. When they arrive, they find that their extremist opponents are imPorts themselves. Some of them might have once been called friends. Others have remained in the shadows, sleeper forces of the Resistance. While the saboteurs continue their work, fighters leap into battle against all those who've arrived to defend the Porter.
[OOC: Please tag the above top-level if you'd like some mod-run NPC combat! We'll be able to back/tag several PCs for at least 2 weeks from today.]
Not only must enemy combatants be defeated, but a complex series of timed explosive devices threatens to destroy the Porter controls, forcing a desperate call for technical experts and finesse powers.
Only partway into the showdown, a minor explosion rips through the crowd and takes out combatants on both sides. An alarm begins to scream. Total annihilation has been averted, but the Porter's shields are crumbling.
ESCAPE THE SYNOD
Though the terrorists are now in custody, there's a bigger problem. The facility is no longer safe. The Gates, echoing the damaged Porter, still haven't reversed polarity. Everyone will have to escape via the Death Train, which isn't equipped for so many imPorts in high concentration. It'll need additional shielding and the reprogramming for multiple trips, which means tech-minded imPorts will have to cooperate to overcome its automated settings.
ImPorts must divide into smaller groups because the destination station at the White City may overload too. Batches of ImPorts pile together for the ride in much more cramped quarters than they're used to. Several are injured from the attack, others are dying, and it'll be a long and harrowing journey before they can reach a hospital for treatment. ImPorts steal moments for hurt and comfort, as well as moments of revelation and intimacy.
Even for those left unscathed, they must swiftly transfer through the White City and travel back to their home factions via conventional means, or risk causing dimensional chaos as more ImPorts arrive behind them.
Once the Death Train arrives at the White City with the last of the Synod attendees on board, it seems like the worst is over. While anyone wanting to leave the city is free to use conventional means to do so, some choose to remain in Florida to recuperate, strategize or tend to the wounded.
For three days, everything looks like it might be returning to normal.
ImPorts are likely to resume life as usual, continuing with politicking and personal lives alike. After all, there's a year to go until the next Synod-- and despite everything, new ImPorts still arrive through the battered Porter facility.
DEATH DOME EXPANDS
On September 26th, sensors indicate a wave of cosmic radiation moving toward the White City. The reason is obvious enough: damage to the Porter has destabilized the Death Dome and now it's rapidly expanding. If it isn't stopped, it'll swallow the city within days. After that, scientists fear it may tear through the entire planet.
The White Tower immediately puts out a call for aid. Citizens of the city will have to be evacuated en masse. They plead for every imPort who is able to come forward and work to halt the growth of the Dome using whatever means necessary. If they don't work together, no one's getting out of this alive.
Most terrifying of all, the Death Dome's "cosmic radiation" causes permanent death, shredding and scattering energy and matter across the multiverse. Unshielded contact means no resurrection within this world ever again. To those who dream of someday returning to home dimensions, the mysteries of these physics is steeped with terrifying unknowns.
[OOC: Per this OOC plotting question, contact with the Death Dome destroys the AU version of a character permanently, but not their MoM counterpart. See the thread for more details.]
Anyone Porting in during the Death Dome expansion, whether for the first time or resurrecting, finds the Porter facility is horrifically unstable. Heavy strands of permanently lethal entropic energy weave through visible cracks in the walls. They must escape through a Gate as quickly as possible, or risk an untimely death!
Under pressure, it might be harrowing to choose an ImPort city and faction. No sooner than they do, and step through the Gate, that they find that the world is in uproar, though their new home may well be in denial, strategically or otherwise.
Faced with a cosmic anomaly, ImPorts take heroic measures in the ground and air in Florida and beyond to save natives and perhaps even their kind alike.
[OOC: The above character 'sub-rosters' reflect the IC involvement based on this plotting form. We'll attempt to link top-levels here, and further incorporate your RP into a conclusion post on or by October 1. Feel free to top-level, and of course backtag/sandbox indefinitely!]
At the nth hour, on September 30, two ImPorts, Shouta and Tomura of Equality Before Law make it into the Porter and manage, incredibly, to stabilize the damaged Fate technology with use of reality-warping abilities.
As the Death Dome begins to shrink back to its original circumference, it leaves behind a bizarre, scarred landscape, and a fine dusting of eerie crystalline particles of inscrutable chemical makeup. It may take years before the land is arable again, but the day is saved. For now.
OOC Links
- Plotting Post
- Volunteer signup: Resistance Extremists
- Volunteer signup: Porter Defenders
- Plotting form: Finale Roles
- Reminder: 'Hacking the Death Train' does not require signups (unlimited slots), and sharing your finale role is not mandatory.
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But they're just at the beginning, aren't they? He sighs and turns, not to walk away but to walk around David, toward the very device he worked to disarm.
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"No explosive."
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"It's not too late if you go now," he warns without glancing back.
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This needs to stop this now.
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Rather, he's standing several feet away, but with David's back to him, it's probably hard to notice him before he fires a warning shot. The M16 is in his hands now, though there couldn't have possibly been enough time for him to dodge the attack, let alone unsling his weapon.
"You don't win this," he says. Unlike David, he's still willing to talk. He could have had a clean shot, but he didn't take it.
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"Yeah, people have told me that a lot of times before. Most of them genocidal."
He needs a better approach to this. David lashes out with his powers. Not for Jonas. He reaches for every bit of tech in the area, looking for an answer. Robutlers. He can feel them. And David calls.
"I've survived everything that has been thrown at me. Turns out to stop me, you have to tear out my heart."
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"I'd rather not."
He fires the gun instead.
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"If you want to die, just fucking off yourself. Go into the Death Dome and cease and leave the rest of us alone!"
cw: attempted suicide
"Fucking off myself," he repeats. "Like this?"
He pulls the trigger.
And nothing happens.
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"If you want to die, then I'll deal with you. Just don't move."
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Josh, Laurie. He can't fail them. After everything, they had to keep going. But with the gun lowered David acts again, throwing another psychic blade toward Jonas. He can't stop. Never stop. Everyone's lives count on it.
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Jonas shuts his eyes for a brief moment, gathering his thinning patience. Then he raises his gun to take aim at David. He's given every warning. It's time to start shooting. The weapon has apparently decided to function now, because it fires again and again and again in an unwavering burst.
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"You ever consider using your powers for good? They're ample. In the worst ways."
Someone like this would be perfect for literally any faction, but no, he's insane.
"If we're the virus, I don't think exploding Florida is really the fucking cure!"
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"It's a fucking genocide you high and mighty asshole. The gate stabilizes the fucking tear in the world you absolute fucking BUFFOON!"
Yeah, David's been studying the research of Stark's that he was sent. And this didn't strike him as a good way to help anything.
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"You don't understand anything."
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Because the porter channels the energy from the breach in reality. That's one of the things the DO know, if he blows the Porter, then this is all going to go a lot worse.
"But by all means, destroy the world because you hate living."
The man is frustrating and David is close enough now to tackle him, but instead he swings with a blade. Why won't he just die.
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"I'm not destroying the world," Jonas says, standing in the spot where this all started. His gun is strapped to his back, his hands occupied with something else: one of the bombs. This one's electronics are live again, or possibly they never stopped, because this particular bomb wasn't here a moment ago. At least, not this iteration of it.
He bends down to place it beside its twin.
"I'm fixing a mistake."
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"The mistake was you coming here today. Fix THAT mistake."
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"I'm working on it," he says.
The first Jonas backs away quickly, ceding the fight to his double.
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It's not up fast enough. Fast enough would have stopped the thing dead. As it was, he calculated the angle wrong and wasn't fast and so the bullet deflect, but still hits him some. A shot cutting through the meat of his thigh, and David hisses. The pain is bad.
He's been through worse.
"Told you, you casually ignorant asshole, that you're not getting anywhere without going for the heart."
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Meanwhile, in the periphery, the other Jonas keeps retreating. He's still clutching the disabled bomb, but his attention is fixed on his future self.
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And his mind? Reaches out to arm the bomb in the hands of the one clutching it, turning the timer down. Blow yourself up you fucking freak.
“Maybe we should all just go boom.”
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Off to the side, the other Jonas looks down as the bomb in his arms comes back to life. Unfortunately, since his older self is standing across the room, it certainly won't be exploding as long as this Jonas is holding it. Much like the gun in his double's earlier demonstration, the timer refuses to acknowledge the intended effect. As far as it's concerned, time isn't passing at all.
"Wrong one," he and his older double both explain helpfully to David in unison, just as the double resumes firing.
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