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[img]http://i.imgur.com/HtvPRRx.png[/img][/center]The Abyssal Floor was a lost cause. While data could be replicated and copied, rebooted and reapplied, there was little point in delaying the inevitable crash that Nephuna sought to wring about. Those who would observe the events did so with great interest though it was predictable what the next course of action was. That was why, even now, the JSTR did what Erika couldn’t, copying the fusion’s leftover data. Truly, it was only interested in one half of the whole but her very existence brought to mind many, many possibilities. And that was that.

The Floor’s core was too unstable and too chaotic to contain much longer. Even Marianne knew of this. Data as she was-though a copy of Death was Death all the same-she felt the Floor start to reboot. She wondered, briefly, if the real her felt it too and she knew the answer already. Her distraction was displaced when she felt her host suddenly lurch backwards and get launched off his feet by Farris’ blow. Marianne sunk into the floor even as he was pummeled and while he went down, she sprouted upwards behind Farris borne out of her shadow now.

[color=8882be]“Ara, ara, who let the runts in here~?”[/color] The Angel of Death pressed her chest into Farris’ back, arms snaked around her front in a vice-hug. Or maybe it was a threat with how her arm clung around Farris’ throat. [color=8882be]“And here I believed myself to be the only special Vassal child to explore this place. Hmm…that title really needs a reworking. It doesn’t quite…feel right on the tongue~”[/color] she giggled with another hard squeeze to Farris’ neck. [color=8882be]“Long time no see Farris. Give me one reason why I shouldn’t pluck your skin second by second for smashing my host~”[/color]

As the spawn of Vassals exchanged pleasantries, their Masters worked to salvage themselves in whatever way they could. Erika, as enigmatic as her goals were, at least helped in the efforts while Katie only narrowed her eyes at the taunt to her face. She said nothing but gave a deadpan look of little amusement as Nepuna retreated from her attack to finish what she started. Katie disappeared before any sort of wave met her, space tearing by her will as she exited through a portal. Frankly, she was done with this charade, as was the Tower.

A great white light engulfed the entire party as the deed was done. Nephuna, caught at the core of the nexus event, was forcibly split from the sheer power. There would be no resurrections this time; no time at all in fact as Nephy and Runa were engulfed the same just as the rest in the blinding display. The moment lasted for an eternity and yet it was over in an instant. The Tower repaired itself just as swiftly as it was breached, only now, great swarms of Demitroops swooped in and patrolled the Abyss Floor. They searched with diligence even as data reconstructed itself, remaking and recapturing the essence of new “Nephys” and “Runas” to fill in the gaps. Even still, data became flesh.

Yet that was of no concern to the cast at hand. What did matter was their new situation. They fell, fell further and further, dropped from the Tower’s height as they spun and crashed through endless void. It was brief and it was forever, but most of all it hurt, especially when hard flooring eventually met their backs. Immediate bright lights flashed in their faces with enough power to bolster a city; indeed, that seemed to very well be the case as the sky filled itself with more lights.

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Inky blackness was outcropped by constant stimulation and the harsh grating noise of mechanical whirrs and other machinery filled their senses. Warm scents and lucid tastes permeated the air, much richer and more telling than the Dangeki. Was this the Dangeki? It seemed not when the blaring of loud, cartoonish music filled the corners of all manner that this new [url=https://i.imgur.com/9sZ7pug.jpg]Floor(?)[/url] contained.

Most prominent was the lack of Demitroops and the lack of Nephuna. The culprits were nowhere to be found with the rest of the party plopped into a strange new world. And yet, something was distinctly off about the place. Perhaps it was the harsh and hard electrical buzzing of its too bright lights or the swaying crowds of those involved with lucid movements. Party and mayhem struck through the air like a constant tone and the loose-fitted clank of slot machines joined the cacophony of madness. Regardless, it was a safe haven. For now.

The JSTR seemed at ease with the current décor; no, it seemed all too pleased with how events turned out. It alerted Kanbaru to a new storage of date contained inside of it, data that was nearly identical to Nephy. And yet, it wasn’t an exact copy but one that fit their favor. It was more concerned with that then the strange atmosphere of the new world, one that seemed intent on drowning its patrons in stimulus or debt. 

Whichever came first.
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