Be Firyut
Well, you have certainly been busy. Returning to your hive, it seems you have a new collection of items you don't particularly recall making. Then again, you don't remember much anyways, so maybe you should take that with a grain of salt.
Firyut: so a quarter of t#e overwatc# community?
No. A whole lot less.
Firyut: funny
Thank you.
Firyut: Look over your new items
You walk to your more or less pile of crap and go through it. You have a large book containing all of your comics in one, singular compendium, you now have multiple Big Sticks making your current weapon count seven, and what looks like a baseball with stakes sticking out of it.
Firyut: wow did i seriously make all t#is?
Firyut: i must #ave blacked out at some point
Firyut: i would remember doing all t#is
Your soliloquy is stopped when there is a large flash of agate light that is instantly replaced by your Mousesprite.
Mousesprite: *Nope!*
Mousesprite: *I did while you were outside!*
Mousesprite: *I felt you could use a few more sticks, just in case yours broke!*
Firyut: o#!
Firyut: t#ank you mousesprite!
You pick up all the sticks and shove them into your Specibus, taking the Stick Ball and debating whether it goes into Sticktype or Balltype. You decide to keep it simple and put in with the sticks.
Firyut: cant go wrong wit# t#e original space
Firyut: ok w#at to do now?
Mousesprite: *Perhaps your Quest would be a good direction?*
Firyut: quests are good
Firyut: w#at i gotta do?
Mousesprite: Monologue
Mousesprite: *Look outside and tell me what you see.*
You do and… really don't see anything. Everything pass five feet it nothing but an extremely thick, gray fog.
Firyut: u...
Firyut: a lot of gray
Firyut: and a little bit of ground
Mousesprite: *Exactly.*
Mousesprite: *This Land's Denizen, Fitfulisus, has stopped the Grand Fan, a machine used to clear this mist from the Land.*
Mousesprite: *Prior to this situation, this was once the Land of Morning and Hills.*
Firyut: o# so it can keep its naming sc%eme t#ing!
Mousesprite: *Pardon?*
Firyut: land of morning and #ills land of mist and #allucinations
Firyut: it keeps the loma# t#ing
Mousesprite: *Oh, so it does!*
Mousesprite: *But, back to the Quest.*
Mousesprite: *Fitfulisus has broken the Grand Fan and is going to keep this Land in a perpetual state of blind hallucinations until it is fixed and he is defeated."
Firyut: neat
Firyut: so #ow am i gonna find my gate?
Firyut: if its so foggy i cant see very #ig# up and its supposedly super up t#ere!
Mousesprite: *Simple!*
Mousesprite: *Wait for your Server Player to build high enough and climb!*
Mousesprite: *You'll get there eventually!*
Firyut: so w#at?
Firyut: i just #ave to wait for w#oever to build me up
Firyut: w#os my server w#atever again?
Mousesprite: *The twins, Ridams and Yttrim.*
Firyut: welp i got a lot of time t#en
Firyut: t#ey wont do crap asides yell at eac# ot#er
Firyut: imma take a nap!
Mousesprite: *Of course.*
Firyut: Take a nap
You walk back into your respite block and climb in the recuperacoon. You bury yourself in the weird ass slime stuff to travel back to your moon, maybe get a look at a cloud or two. You close your eyes and quickly go to sleep.
Firyut: Dream
You open your eyes in your 'coon on Prospit, looking up and climbing out of the slime. You look yourself over and see the good 'ol golden pajamas clean as ever and missing a shoe… well, that's normal for you, so that's alright. You walk over to the window and observe to landscape, seeing that most of the Prospitians are gone asides-
Dream!Firyut: expi!
Yes, your Exile. Wandering-
Dream!Firyut: #ey!
Dream!Firyut: i t#oug#t you were dropping t#e dream t#ing?
Oh, yes, sorry. Now. Wander about at the foot of your tower is the short, lisping bookworm, appearing to be waiting. Actually, there seems to be someone down there with him, wearing the gold PJs as well.
Firyut: Visit the two figures
You hop out of the window and float down, tapping down on the ground behind Expi and a very certain Troll. You jump quietly and run towards Mistuo, tackling him to the ground in a deep, choking hug. You're pretty sure you heard multiple cracks on the landing.
Firyut: MISTUO!!!
Mistuo: -O-H SWEET JEGVS-
Firyut: youre alive!
Mistuo: Ah-
Mistuo: Ahem.
Mistuo: Yes.
Mistuo: Well, n-o-.
Mistuo: I am dead, yet here, I am alive.
Firyut: w#at?
Mistuo: Wait a sec-o-nd.
Mistuo: Can y-o-v hear me?
Firyut: yep!
Firyut: i can #ear #ere!
Mistuo: H-o-w?
Expi: I can anthwer that.
Expi: Prothpit ith a plane that allowth the player on it to rethort to their perthonally perfect thate.
Firyut: really?
Expi: Yeth!
Mistuo: Hvh, neat.
Firyut: but #ow are you alive #ere!?
Mistuo: I, with the assistance -o-f y-o-vr friend here, have dedvced the game gives vs mvltiple lives.
Mistuo: -O-ne being back -o-n -o-vr Lands.
Expi: And the other being here or Derthe.
Expi: And with a little digging into hithtory, we found the two can be combined.
Mistuo: I jvst have t-o- die here -o-n my Sacrificial Slab.
Firyut: sacriw#at in the w#at now?
Mistuo: Sacrificial Slab.
Expi: It'th one of four circular thlabs of thone in the center of Derthe and Prothpit.
Expi: They work the exact thame ath the Quetht Bedth in the Landth.
Mistuo: Fvtvre Say killed me bef-o-re I c-o-vld ascend in my first life.
Mistuo: N-o-w I'm trying t-o- find the entrance t-o- the caverns t-o- the Slabs.
Firyut: so you can die and ascned #ere?
Mistuo: N-o-w ya g-o-t it.
Mistuo: S-o- I g-o- d-o-wn there, die, apparently get g-o-d p-o-wers, mvrder fvtvre Say.
Firyut: actually current saylen is doing t#at
Mistuo: -O-h, w-o-nderfvl.
Mistuo: She did make an abvndance -o-f svicide j-o-kes.
Mistuo: Perhaps this will get her -o-vt -o-f that.
Firyut: dark
Expi: Really dark.
Mistuo: N-o-, what's dark is that I'm pvurp-o-sely finding a piece -o-f r-o-ck t-o- die -o-n.
Expi: Altho dark.
Expi: Ok, moving on before I develop clinical deprethion.
Expi: Thlabs.
Expi: I might know a guy.
Mistuo: That can get me d-o-wn t-o- the center -o-f the m-o-o-n?
Expi: Yeth.
Firyut: convenience!
Firyut: lets go!
Mistuo: Agreed, I feel the f-o-ll-o-wing events are t-o-o- imp-o-rtant t-o- dilly dally -o-n.
Firyut: i like t#at word
Firyut: dilly dally
Exp: Dilly dally.
Mistuo: Yes, it is a fvn thing t-o- say.
Mistuo: Dilly dally.
Firyut: dilly dally
Expi: Dilly dally.
Firyut: ok lets go
Firyut: t#is w#ole situation is going now#ere aside filling t#e word count
Mistuo: What?
Firyut: to t#e slabs!
You cut off your Moirail and Exile as you start walking in a direction, which Expi quickly jumps in front of and leads. As it turns out, you were heading in the mostly correct direction, most likely due to you skipping ahead and reading the script, but I won't call you out on it. Oops, too late.
Group: Find the Sacrificial Slabs
You follow the short Prospitian for a good ten to fifteen minutes, mostly certain he is simply wandering lost. Your assumption is quickly broken when Expi comes to a stop in front of a rather small yet official looking, possibly religious like building.
Expi: Thith ith it.
Expi: Thadly, I cannot go in with you.
Expi: Only the Guardian of the Thlabth and the heroeth may enter.
Firyut: aww really?
Expi, I'm thorry, but yeth.
Mistuo: Well, thank y-o-v f-o-r taking vs this far, at least.
Mistuo: Bvt we mvst away.
Firyut: see ya in a bit expi
Expi: Until then.
You wave to the Prospitian as Mistuo opens the door, walking inside beside you. The inside looked pretty nice, for a religious place. Despite looking so small from the outside, the entrance hall was very spacious, having a large, long red carpet leading down the center with standing candles along the sides, framed portraits of the heroes from the Hall of Heroes on the walls, and a giant golden chandelier hanging from the ceilings at even, twenty to twenty-five foot intervals.
At the foot of the red carpet stood a tall, very official look Prospitian in golden and red armor with a sabre strapped to her side. He steps forward and gives a bow to you and Mistuo.
Prospitian: Ah, the Heroes of Breath and Doom.
Prospitian: I was awaiting you arrival.
Hermes: My name is Hermes, the Guardian of the Slabs.
Mistuo: Greetings.
Mistuo: My name is Mistv-o- Fitera.
Mistuo: If my vndertanding is cvrrect, I am the Her-o- -o- Breath.
Firyut: and im firyut gionta!
Firyut: the w#atever of w#atever t#e ot#er t#ing was!
Hermes: Hmm, interesting.
Hermes: I can only assume you are here for the Sacrificial Slabs and their use?
Mistuo: I am, Firyvt still has the ability t-o- Ascend -o-n her Land.
Firyut: im just #ere to be #onest
Hermes: Lovely.
Hermes: Alright, if you would so kindly follow me, I shall show you the way.
Firyut: yea#!
Firyut: s#ow us da wae!
Mistuo: Did-
Mistuo: Did y-o-v seri-o-vsly jvst meme?
Firyut: yep
Mistuo: I swear t-o- every deity created in hist-o-ry, memes are g-o-ing t-o- be the death -o-f me.
Hermes: At least wait until we get to your Slab, please.
Mistuo: -O-f c-o-vrse, ap-o-l-o-gies.
Firyut: sorry mister #ermes
You go quiet and stay behind the Guardian, passing the portraits and seeing a few more than there was in the statue hall. There was the humans John, Jade, Jake and Jane, along with other Trolls; Karkat, Terezi, a lot of them. There was also some skeleton looking person. She actually looked a little cute. Is that even possible? You come up to a large doorway over a very deep staircase, more than likely going to the moon's core with the Slabs.
Along the way down, the amount of light quickly lowers until the torches on the side walls were roughly thirty to forty feet away, some not even being lit at times. After what feels like hours, you and your Moirail reaches a extremely empty space, almost as vast as it is dark. The Prospitian turns to the two and points to the center of the room.
Hermes: The Slabs are in the center, floating around each other.
Hermes: Be careful, as it is difficult to find the correct symbol with the darkness.
Mistuo: Thank y-o-v, Hermes.
Mistuo: We w-o-n't take t-o-o- l-o-ng.
Hermes: It doesn't take long to kill yourself.
Firyut: you are extremely dark you know t#at?
Hermes: My job is literally escorting people to their death, you gain a dark view of life with this job.
Hermes: Speaking of death, would you like the ceremonial sabre or do you have other weapons?
Firyut: i #ave a stick!
Hermes: …
Hermes: Is this seriously another one of the heroes?
Mistuo: I gvess s-o-.
Hermes: Alright, I suppose if it will work.
Hermes: Will be fairly painful and slow no doubt.
Firyut: no it wont
Firyut: i know #ow to use a stick quick
Mistuo: It's trve.
Mistuo: I -o-nce watched her take d-o-wn f-o-vr archnidbeasts at -o-nce in the span -o-f six minvtes.
Hermes: I have no idea what those are.
Hermes: But I assume it translate to she can get the job done?
Mistuo: Yes it d-o-es.
Hermes: Than I suppose this is a farewell for now, yes?
Mistuo: I believe s-o-.
Firyut: ill be back in a minute mister #ermes
Firyut: come on mostuo
Firyut: lets do t#is and stop stalling
Firyut: itll #urt less t#e sooner we do it
Mistuo: I svpp-o-se y-o-v're right.
Mistuo and Firyut: Find the Slab
You both float off the stairs and into the empty space, going in the direction Hermes pointed to. It takes a minute until Mistuo somehow trips and falls flat on his face onto a floating circle of blues rock. Seems he caught his foot right on the edge going at a fairly fast pace. He pushes himself up to show a large blue symbol, looking like an upright squiggly line but extremely thicker.
Mistuo: Well, seems like this is mine.
Firyut: yep
Mistuo: Where I'm g-o-ing t-o- die.
Firyut: yep
Mistuo: D-o- I jvst…
Mistuo: Lay -o-n it?
Firyut: yep
Mistuo: -O-k, I gvess I'll jvst…
Mistuo lays down on the rock and folds his hands on his chest, looking straight up. You take out your stick and look your Moirail over, trying the best not to think about the situation.
Firyut: now you really wanna go t#roug# wit# t#is?
Firyut: dont wanna just #ang out on a moon for a w#ile?
Mistuo: L-o-o-k, Acc-o-rding t-o- Saylen, I'm the m-o-st imp-o-rtant pers-o-n -o-n the team.
Mistuo: I learned fr-o-m Expi that when we Ascend, we gr-o-w vnbelievably str-o-nger.
Mistuo: If that is trve, and -o-vr Saylen d-o-esn't svcceed in killing her fvtvre self, s-o-me-o-ne has t-o-.
Firyut: i guess
Firyut: dammit
Firyut: i saa t#is coming but its still so damn #ard…
Mistuo: Listen, I kn-o-w it is, bvt it'll -o-nly be w-o-rse the m-o-re y-o-v wait.
Firyut: i know
Firyut: so
Firyut: w#at #appens w#en i do t#is?
Mistuo: Fr-o-m what I gathered, I sh-o-vd gain a new b-o-dy -o-n the center planet -o-f the ring -o-f Lands called Skaia.
Mistuo: I'll have a new b-o-dy and s-o-me kind -o-f p-o-wers.
Firyut: probably somet#ing to air since youre a #ero of breat#?
Mistuo: I assvme.
Firyut: ok
Firyut: and if t#is…
Firyut: doesnt work?
Mistuo: …
Mistuo: Jvst d-o-n't think ab-o-vt it.
Firyut: im trying not to
Firyut: i just…
Firyut: i know everyt#ing is going to work out
Firyut: i can see it is
Firyut: t#is is just so goddamn #ard!
You fall onto your knees on the slab and drop the stick, closing yours eyes to not see the bright orange tears falling onto the stone. The light dripping echoes across the core of the moon, bouncing back and hitting you harder than when they left, only to make you cry more. In the dark, you feel a light hand place itself on your shoulder, making you jump and open your eyes again, meeting Mistuo's as your hair parts, a nearly once in a lifetime thing.
Mistuo: Firyvt.
Mistuo: L-o-o-k at me.
Mistuo: This wh-o-le stivati-o-n, n-o-t jvst what happened t-o- me, is the biggest thing that has ever happened t-o- any -o-f vse.
Mistuo: Whether it be g-o-o-d -o-r bad, it has happened.
Mistuo: We can either w-o-rk with it, and have a chance -o-f svrviving, -o-r w-o-rk against it and die.
Mistuo: All -o-f vs die.
Mistuo: D-o- this, and I can help get vs -o-vt -o-f here faster.
Mistuo: D-o- y-o-v vnderstand?
Firyut: i-i-i…
Mistuo: D-O- Y-O-V VNDERSTAND?
You wince. Mistuo has never raised his voice at anyone, let alone you. You swallow and nod, moving your hair back over your eyes as usual.
Firyut: y-yes
Firyut: yes i understand
Mistuo: G-o-o-d.
Mistuo: I'm s-o-rry I raised my v-o-ice like that.
Firyut: its alrig#t
Firyut: just lay down so i can do t#is
Mistuo: -O-f c-o-vrse.
Mistuo lays back down and takes a deep breath, nodding up to say he's ready. You wipe your face clear and stands back up, picking up the stick. You hover he sharpened end above the center of Mistuo's chest and look him over. You know every vital part of a Troll's anatomy, so you know that if you strike where you're planning it will be painless and instantaneous.
Firyut: Strike
You lift up and hold your breath, striking down as hard as you can into your Mourail's chest. You look down and see the limp body of the once poet, impaled with a now moss-blood covered tree branch. You have to yank it out to get it back, leaving a large hole in where his heart once was. This whole situation leaves you with a feeling of nausea, almost making you vomit over the edge.
You take a breath to adjust yourself before stepping off the stone, starting back towards the stairs and the Guardian. He watches as you float up the stairs, walking behind and staying professionally quiet the entire time. In the hall, you look to the paintings and realize they all had a candle underneath them. The one under Mistuo was now lit up, signifying his Ascension.
You stop at the door and turn back, looking up at the Prospitian. You give a faint bow in which he returns, extending his hand to shake. You do and begin a faint tearing up again.
Firyut: um…
Firyut: t#ank you mister #ermes
Hermes: It is of no problem, Madam Gionta.
Hermes: I hope to see you again.
Firyut: preferably under better circumstances
Hermes: Yes, much better.
Firyut: until t#en
Hermes: Until then.
You turn and exit the building, looking up into the sky to observe the clouds. In them, you see a very similar scene but with different people. The first is of Jazzmyne, arguing with another human and a Dersite before all three getting caught off guard by a dark green light being shot into the sky above them. The second is Saylen, standing in front of a giant tree and staring at the sky, seeming to wait for someone as the light appears again. She turns her attention at the light as it is covered with a shadow of a floating character. The third goes towards the twins, looking up in equal awe with their Sprite. Then it towards Cavdit, appearing to be far too busy working on his pad and temple while his Sprite yells at him to notice the light behind him. Lastly, Vlad, who was stuck underground with the only view to the light is a large hole in the ceiling, giving the most perfect of views.
You turn to the building and look up at the perfect moment. The green light that was in the cloud visions erupted from the building, shooting directly into the Battlefield of Skaia. Unbeknownst to you, the spot in which the light lands, a Hero is reborn. A Moss-blooded Troll with fox-like horns, now wearing the garb of a bright blue Bard stands on a checkerboard-esque landscape. He looks out to see a giant, black beast weilding a giant scepter with what looks like Skaia atop walking across the land.
Mistuo: Well.
Mistuo: My cl-o-thing appears t-o- have an vneccessary c-o-dpiece.
Mistuo: L-o-vely.