The Opened Path

[caressthedarkness]

[It hasn't been long since Brussels. But today, another situation has come up. Fortunately, it isn't one that requires immediate defensive action.

Seta has a video feed open to explain the details. She's looking quite serious indeed.]

Good day, everyone...

Recently, I received word that the Gate under the Gloster Foundation's Headquarters has been restored. This means that our plan to defeat the Emperor for good is now in its final stage...

What is left...is to head into the Kijin Realm to end it.

[She averts her eyes from the screen with a saddened expression.]


After what happened in Brussels...with Ren...I will say that you are not obligated to join me. However, I will be most grateful if you did. This world does not need the return of hostile Kijin to complicate its situation further...

...That is all.

(OOC: Responses not necessary, but welcome.)

Hero is dead

[herodrawing]

[1]

[Getting Izuru out of Grungust Alpha's cockpit is no easy task. But after a few hours, it just opens, and the Rabbit stumbles out.]

...

[He looks absolutely miserable. Considering the circumstances - who wouldn't?]

[2]
What would a hero do?

[Some time later, Izuru somehow made it to his usual hanging spot (Asagi's room). He acts partially zombified, not quite aware of his surroundings. The dried out trail of tears is still visible on his face.]

Find a way to save everyone?

Or...

Sacrifice a friend to save a lot of people? And the friend is okay with it?

I'm sorry Seta. I can't be the hero you wanted me to be...

Cracking Facade

[majestic_keiki]

1

[After they get back to base following the mission to the Kijin world, Kei did some basic cleaning up afterwards before going to the hangar to take a seat next to the immobile Grungust while waiting for Izuru to get out. She did think to bring a book to pass the time, but she's barely looking at the pages or much of anything, really.]


2

[For most of the day Kei kept up appearing normal, if rather unproductive while waiting for Izuru to come out, but not anymore. She's in one of the less used kitchens working on what looks like a half-finished sandwich that she stopped making. For once there are no attempts to be cool, no awkward attempts at maintaining composure, just a vulnerable kid finally breaking down into tears while nobody is watching.]