AKUDAMAX [Ending]

[akudamods]

You have received—reappropriated, by rights—the tools you needed. In the end, you are gathered on the floor of one very tall and quite humid factory. Perhaps it's exciting, for those of you who thought you were dead. Perhaps the news that you are fundamentally altered is shaking. And besides, it's not as if there are a lot of snacks or drinks in the factory. You've had a long, difficult fight.

So now, you are offered the choice. This world? Your own? Yet another's? Is there a distinction between separate timelines that you need to decide about?

Good luck, to those who will be known forever as the infamous X-Class Akudama.

Comments

[cantwaittowatch]

R-really?

[Liv is suddenly very conscious about how frizzy her hair got in the heat of the "lava". She puts her hands behind her back, frames her shoulders.]

You had an actual spacegate design? This individual target editing is so inelegant, it's nothing like I would have chosen from scratch.

[daemonis]

[If Loremaster has any objections to Liv's frizzy hair, she doesn't show it.]

I did. Would you like to see it? I'd be happy to show it to you if you'd like.

[cantwaittowatch]

Sure!!

[Her shoulders roll as she's not sure whether to move with the tentacles.]

Maybe you'd want to use the monitor on one of the higher terminals...?

[Since there's this crowd on the ground level setting up their coordinates. And also they'd have relative privacy.]

[daemonis]

Oh, really? That would be wonderful!

[Two lady scientists getting to discuss portals, and the privacy is certainly a nice bonus.]

Please, lead the way.