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Session 57
Glass Walls Pt 5: That moment
For the being known as 'Usagi Renja', there had been better days.
Before this mess, she had been known by one name 'Complaints Girl'. Complaints Girl was to be the successor to Hera, a simple prototype. And at first, things had gone quite well.
Parasol Blade!
Before Usagi could continue reminiscing, Chacha lunged towards her and stabbed her parasol into the eldritch monstrosity. In a way, she probably deserved it.
The former complaints girl took a deep breath and readied her tentacles just in case. All she wanted some time to think. To reflect upon all that had brought her to this point.
This whole mess had begun so simply in the outskirts of dimensional space. There, one could find a little space called Heck. It was a nice tropical place designed to hold all the dead from across the multiverse. Well, before Yami and her angel goons tore it shreds. But that was far in the future. At the moment, Complaints Girl had been doing her usual activity for the day. Sitting around and doing nothing. It was the sort of activity she had gotten quite good at, especially with the rarity of people complaining back then. Even now, rarely do people engage in such an activity.
"I'm so bored!" she announced and began to swing the bat around the room, making sure to not hit anything in the process. "Somebody is bound to complain eventually."
Almost on cue, a complaint finally came in. Complaints Girl took a deep breath and strapped the bat to her back. It was be a simple job. Just go in, hit the complainer and get out. That was how a majority of the previous complaints had gone, leaving with it the expectation that this job would be the same. If she had known what would have gone down that day, maybe she would've done things differently.
She opened a portal up and walked through, finding herself in a classroom. It wasn't anything that impressive, with the only interesting thing being a set of bleachers that were currently being used as the student desks. Her target was currently arguing with another girl, oblivious to the threat that awaited. Or would have possibly, if it weren't for her obvious green cloak among the uniforms. Not that it mattered at the moment. She got her bat ready and swung it into the target.
Somehow, this was not enough to get the attention of the person. So, Complaints Girl whacked the target again.
And again.
And again.
And again.
One would think after attempt #12 she would have stopped or the person in question would have noticed her. Alas, neither outcome was the case, for this continued on for at least two dozen more whacks. All while the protagonist watched on, no less.
It was on whack #36 that something finally happened. In this case, the complainer in question finally responding just as 'Usagi Renja' was born. Funny how things work out in the end.
At first, she had been confused and out of her element. Here she stood in the middle of somebody's classroom, without any idea what the heck was even going on. These were the sort of moments that could make or break the situation depending on what you did. In Usagi's case, that meant clinging to the protagonist. It was all it took for the dominoes to fall. What followed, were the events you've already been told. The two then leave the classroom and head to the cabin, all while being chased by a crazed demon. The protagonist then grabs the book, with both of them getting a single use out of it as they made their way to the library. It was here they chose their fate. Not one of hope and happy endings, but one of death and destruction.
When this was all said and done, only two other survivors remained. The first, a ghost teenage schoolgirl. The other, a sentient computer virus that also had formerly taken a similar form as the ghost. The one other remaining student and their teacher had been whisked away, leaving Usagi as the last one.
"Wonderful." she thought and took a deep breath. "It'll be alright. Someone will eventually notice I'm gone and come to rescue me…"
The former complaints girl turned her attention to the large doors. This was all that was stopping her from leaving this place. If she could just force the doors open, maybe Usagi could leave and maybe resume her duties. But as time went on, this dream stayed as just that. A dream. Over time, she managed to manifest herself in a solid state outside of this prison, the 'ghost' could only appear for so long and in just one place. She quickly forgot about it, deciding to continue to bide her time. Had she kept tabs on the thing, she would have seen her creation appear two or three more times. While each attempt resulted in failure, they served as a reminder to the author of her existence.
And that was when the next chain of dominoes began to fall. Sadness gave way to anger. Anger gave way to hate. And hate gave way to despair. Within that cycle of despair, something interesting happened. Somehow, the doors managed to get open during one of Usagi's bouts of cannibalism. The openers, a man and woman respectively. They claimed to be scientists and would need the bodies, giving Usagi freedom in exchange.
It was the sort of deal that only a devil could make. But to Usagi, it was as if angels had came down and pulled her from this pit. In a single second,the former complaints had given up her own soul and loyalty to her creator for what exactly? While yes, my only plan for Usagi was to just leave her there in that room. And maybe once she had understood what she had done, I would let her free. But alas, that was to not be the case. For Usagi made her choice and there was no going back.
In the events that followed, many rose up. Whether that be by chance or fate. Of consequence or punishment, it didn't matter. All would be needed for the coming battle. And this, was just another barrier to the endgame.
This brings us to Mahora, a couple of hours before Delta's arrival. The 'hunt' was just about to reach its climax, with Delta finally taking the stage and get ready to solve this mess.
It is here the stage was set. Ironically enough, with another Usagi and protagonist character. Funny how fates works out. But that's beyond to the point. Somehow, they had managed to get into this forbidden zone and had managed to make their way over to a small shed. It was here their lives were tragically cut short, a show of force against their very creator. Rarely is this good idea, especially with Chaosanamon. Those who bite god's hand rarely live to tell to the tale.
What followed were even more events you've already seen. Delta arrived in Mahora, finding they were unable to use infusion forms. It was here Aegiochusmon attempted to bypass this restriction, resulting in Sireniosmon. What remained of the group quickly made their way to a small cabin and patched up their wounds. Once that was done, they reached the shed and managed to reboot Chacha along with revert Polly back. A fight against her parents follows, with everything culminating in a library. Right where this whole mess began. In there, the last two girls attempted to finished what they had started, getting quite close. But not close enough.
Which, finally brings us to this wonderful place. Even as the possibly toxic gas was slowly making its way up towards them, our trio of heroes sat peacefully and listened.
"Ar n;t y0u giing to ft m?" Usagi shouted and glanced towards her opponents, who were now getting up. "Why don't we finish what we started, little Akira?"
Polly's gaze focused in on the abomination, more than ready to do battle. The monk magi then charged forth, her three companions following right behind.
Chacha then grabbed hold of both Polly and Fatemon, launching the duo up into the air.
Vamptech!
Once she was done with that, her tome opened up and floated beside her. What followed, were faint trails of yellow and green energy getting absorbed into the book.
Boulder Song!
While Usagi was having her life force slowly sucked away, Olrumon was calling forth boulders to hit the target.
Pylóna tou Ádi (Pillar of Hades)!
Fatemon took a deep breath, carefully making a pillar appear as his partner quickly approached.
Astral Perception!
A large beam shot down, tearing a massive hole both above and below Usagi. Somehow, the abomination was still able to stand in that one spot. Even though there was no floor to actually stand on and one could just make out a pair of cloaked figures amid the gas.
"We've been spotted." the first figure whispered and turned towards the second.
"One can't hide forever, Hera." the second figure answered and turned its attention up towards the sky. "He knows now. We'll just have to deal with the aftermath when that time comes."
The two then got ready to teleport, but not before Olrumon was able to get a quick glance at them.
"Great." the rabbit idol thought and returned to flinging boulders at Usagi. As much as he wanted to speak up about this, he suspected that now probably wasn't the best time.
Apókryfes Orgí (Arcane Wrath)!
"Okay…" Polly whispered and watched as a sphere of lava formed in the harem mage's hands. Nonetheless, she took a deep breath and turned her attention to the projectile.
Watery Grave Punch!
Very carefully, the monk magi switched forms and slammed her fist into the sphere, watching it turn into obsidian.
Parasol Blade!
It was finally Chacha's turn, giving her the chance to put her parasol to good use. In that case, that meant giving the obsidian ball a good whack. Which, was somehow enough force to make a loud 'crack' sound from Usagi.
"Let us finiah th1S." Usagi snarled and flung her hook onto Polly, pulling the monk magi over. Polly only gave her opponent a quick glance, proceeding to slam her fist into what little remained of Usagi's skull.
With this one blow, the opponent finally fell. And in a way, forgiveness had finally came for the former complaints girl. Just not in the form she had been expecting.
"I'm sorry, Usagi." Polly whispered and took a deep breath, only to look down at her hands. A layer of multi-colored blood covered both, serving as a temporary reminder of what had just gone down. She watched the blood quickly disappeared and took a deep breath, choosing to watch both Aegiochusmon.
"Polly, are you alright?" the harem mage shouted and got no response. So he ran over, wrapping his arms around her in a massive hug. "It'll be alright."
Polly only stared to his head, unsure of how answer the question. But as their gazes met, a loose understanding was reached. Of what exactly, even I don't know. But whatever it was, it seemed enough to break the monk magi from her funk. Strangely, neither was willing to reveal their hands.
"Ready to go?" Chacha remarked and the two got up, giving her a nod. Very carefully, the trio made their way up and eventually found themselves in a Daiquiri bar. There a portal stood, awaiting their use. But by whose hand is unknown. Not that any of them really cared at this point. All they wanted for the moment was a way back.
And this, was good enough for now.
Notes:
With that, we reach the end of this arc and inched a bit closer to the endgame point for DAO. At best, probably three or four chapters at least.
And I wonder what sort of 'agreement' those two lovebirds came too. What could it possibly be...
Other than that, I probably could've gotten this out a bit earlier, but Skyrim is really good.
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Next time: So many alternate possibilities...