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Who: You!
What: The Island of the Ancients
When: August 19th Onward
Where: ADVENTURE ISLAND
Warnings: Who knows?

After several days of spitting out monsters, the remnants of the subspace explosion spit out something else entirely.

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The island, which is easily accessible by pretty much anything or anyone that can fly, floats almost directly over the school. It's (of course) crawling with subspace monsters, but there are ruins to explore. The island even has a bunker system of its own, which can be reached through tunnel entrances on the surface.

And it's here, perhaps, where the answers can be found.

((Catch-all log for any and all island exploration, mystery solving, and (perhaps) closing the rift! Please refer to the event post for more details, and feel free to contact a mod if you have any questions.))

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Pyrrhon comes floating up by him, frowning a bit. "Darn. Guess I undershot it a bit... Ah well, close enough I guess." Pyrrhon sounds more upset that his aim wasn't spot on than he is concerned about Pit's well being at all, as he reaches right into the new Pit-hole and plucks him out. "And hey, you're still alive! Good thing you're an angel, or all that sudden acceleration PROBABLY would've killed you. Ha, I didn't even think about that! After all, evil's afoot! Pyrrhon has no time for thinking."

By now, Pyrrhon's carried Pit the rest of the way up, dropping him on his feet at the top of the mountain. "Now, brush off all that soot and dirt! It's time to get started."

Pit spits out a mouthful of pebbles and groans, nursing his shoulder. Only a couple steps on this island and he feels like he could already use a good long soak in a hot spring. He's had more than his fair share of rough landings before, but that didn't make him hate them any less. Pyrrhon is SUCH an annoying jerk.

"Why did I agree to this?" he sighs, posture sagging. "I should have just borrowed an airship."

It's easy to get over the aches when the sights of this new territory spread out before him. There is a nice advantage to landing on a mountain, and that is the expansive view. A blanket of treetops descends beneath the slope and stretches down to end at a yellowing meadow. In the clearing stands a configuration of chalky stone structures- pillars, stairs, a dry fountain, a long brick road... These mysterious erections catches Pit's attention immediately.

"Hey, what's that? A town? Seems pretty empty. Guess it's just a bunch of abandoned ruins."

"Hey, don't be like that!" Pyrrhon punctuates his statement with a hard, friendly pat to the shoulder Pit's nursing. Really, he's not trying to hurt you, Pit. "There's no better way to travel than the Pyrrhon Express!" A moment or two passes, before he adds "Well, at least when my aim's right. In hindsight, I probably could've just carried you. But that's all in the past, now!"

Pyrrhon takes a few dramatic steps forward- really, there's very little that he does that he doesn't try to infuse with as much drama as possible- as he surveys the landscape. "An empty town will have no answers for us! Or... on second thought, maybe it will? Pyrrhon's intel on this place isn't nearly as good as his intel on the Aurum. Which is to say... I've got no clue where to start."

Pyrrhon rests a hand on his chin, thinking as he surveys the landscape, looking for anything that seems important. "What about you, Pit? You've got some experience infiltrating and destroying alien control centers. Any leads?"

Upon being whopped on the shoulder like that, Pit couldn't help but let out a noise of complaint. The last thing he wanted was a pat on the shoulder, no matter how friendly it was!

"I'd say we both have some experience in that field," remarks Pit. "But it's not my expertise. I'm not even sure this is the work of aliens myself, but... maybe you're onto something here. An island appearing overnight sure is suspicious. Some would even say... out-of-this-world."

It better not be. He'd had it up to here with alien invasions!

"Maybe we should check it out? All the leads are probably down there waiting for us."

"If they're not aliens, then what else would you recommend calling them? Sure seems pretty alien to Pyrrhon."

And now that friendly hand on Pit's shoulder is giving him a rough push forward. "Anyway though, you go ahead and lead, Pit. If I lead I'll probably end up leaving you in the dust, what with my ability to fly and all. We're heading for the ruins, right? Seems to be the only visible structure from here, so unless we find something else, that's our best bet. Unless they built the control center in the middle of the trees."

It was all he could do NOT to trip and fall down the cliff. Pit waved his arms around in circles to regain balance after the shove. If that wasn't bad enough of a shove, he had his sad lack of flight capabilities shoved in his face again. He's so not in the best of moods...

"All right. Guess I'll be taing charge, then," he sighs. "From the ground. Just don't set any trees on fire, okay? I'm trained in fighting monsters, not forest fires." He leaps off the ledge with a flap of his wings and down to the next one with ease.

The descent went like this without any hitches, Pit hopping down the cliffside and into the woods, where he continues the descent down the steep slope. Out the corner of his eye, Pit notices movement going on behind some trees up ahead. Oh, great. Primids. He makes sure Pyrrhon was in earshot when he says, "Looks like there's monsters on this island, too. They're the same kinds that keep showing up all around the city recently. We'd better be on our watch."

Pyrrhon's following behind Pit, naturally. And naturally, he's not having nearly as much trouble as Pit is, since he's just floating down the slopes. "Hah! Who cares if we set a freaky shadow monster island on fire? Honestly, I'm looking forward to toasting some more of them."

Pyrrhon doesn't seem to have noticed the movement in the trees, looking in the opposite direction at the time. Which is good, since there'd likely already be a forest fire going if he had. "No offense, Pit, but you mind speeding it up? When Pyrrhon offered to let you lead, he was under the impression you'd be darting around all fast like you usually do. Pyrrhon wasn't planning on a club-speed mission."

~~"Uh, hello? I AM using a club," replied Pit, whipping out a club from nowhere~~

"But all these trees are slowing me down!" protests Pit in a huff. Despite saying that, Pyrrhon's complaint pushes him to carry his feet faster than before. He tries to ignore the scrape of brambles across his legs and twigs over his face. Focusing on picking up speed like that, he didn't watch his step and treads right over a fleshy pink thing that could have very well been mistaken as just part of the forest's ensemble of scenery.

It launches upward and fastens itself on Pit's face, halting his progress.

"MMMMMMMPH!" The angel struggles as it smooches his life force out of him, trying to rip it off his face with all his might. "MMPH MM MM MMPH MMMMMMPH!"

Pyrrhon looks at the strange display of the creature... sucking on Pit's face, a bulbous backside noticably swelling as it fills with whatever the heck it's draining from Pit. The creature's so weird looking, it takes Pyrrhon a moment to realize that, oh yeah, he should probably spring into action. "TIME FOR PYRRHON TO SPRING INTO ACTION!" Like that.

He holds a hand out, and shoots out a fireball, blasting the mysterious creature off of Pit's face. As well as setting some of Pit's hair on fire, Pyrrhon quickly moving forward and just kinda, trying to pat the fire out before the angel notices. There's still some smoke coming off him, though. "Lucky for you, Pyrrhon had your back! You really need to be more careful, Pit."

Patting fire out with a fiery-looking hand... Yeah, that looks like it's gonna work. For some reason, it does.

"I can't feel my face anymore." Between getting it sucked dry and fireball-roasted, it's no wonder. He pats it as if to make sure it still exists, even though it would be silly if it didn't, being that he can see and talk. Then he encounters a horrifying realization.

"...Oh no! My eyebrows are gone! Pyrrhon!" he admonishes. "Isn't there a way you could have done that without flamebroiling my face? Auuugh, my handsome face..." He enters a period of mourning, slumped shoulders and all. "I'm gonna look so stupid!"

Pyrrhon's fiery body basically works however he wants to work. Do not question your gods, Pit.

He leans down to get a closer look- Jeez, Pit's short- examining his face. "Eh, it's just a little scorched. No big deal! You'll be fine! It's not like your eyebrows won't grow back or anything, after all. You're just gonna smell like burnt hair for a little while."

Pyrrhon stands back up, grabbing Pit's arm and giving it a tug as he starts walking forward. "Now stop moping, and let's move out! We've got some evil ruins to check!"

"Alright, alright! No need to be pushy!" He snaps his arm away from Pyrrhon's hold and trudges along with heavy steps, as though walking his irritation off before breaking into a run. The further away from him, the better.

This time, he's more careful about where he's stepping because he doesn't want to be bald, too! Knowing Pyrrhon, he would probably set him on fire all over again if he happened to be in the way. Talk about unfriendly fire. The enemies scattered throughout the woods were pushovers, especially if Pyrrhon was there to obliterate them alongside him. In a matter of minutes they clear the forest and after a quick and breezy jaunt across the field, the ruins they had spotted from the mountain lay before them.

Pit glances around at the stone structures with curiosity. "This looks like it might have been the center of town once upon a time," he comments. "Or maybe a place of worship. I wonder what happened to the people who lived here?" It's pretty saddening for him to think about. Such a quiet place, once filled with voices. He heads toward the center to get a better look around.

Pit is right to fear him. Restraint and careful aim are not one of Pyrrhon's strong suits. He prefers to just fill the air with as much fire as he can, in most situations.

"Who knows? Maybe they were turned into those creatures. Or they're the ones that created them, but failed to keep them under control." Pyrrhon shrugs a bit, as he looks around the ruins, searching for any secret entrances or clues about where other, more important structures might be.

"Doesn't really matter, though. Only things here now are those shadow creatures, and Pyrrhon doesn't think this building can help us take care of them."

"But closing the rift might." Pit isn't sure how informed Pyrrhon was about the situation with the underground network of tunnels and the trophies, or what fearsome contents lie beneath them. "A student came from the future- a future where we failed to 'close the rift' of a dimensional boundary, and as a result chaos broke loose and led Final Destination City to its destruction. All this strange stuff going on with the alternate universe versions of ourselves and the shadow monsters showing up all over the place is just the first sign of things to come because of it."

What good would hanging around some ruins on a floating land mass do when the rift is lurking beneath the earth? A weighty sense that this expedition is going to be nothing more than a headache with Pyrrhon settled in, and the anxiety of knowing the danger was still waiting to unravel the fabric of the city sank its needles into him. "I doubt I'll find it here. But... I have a feeling this island is somehow related." The feeling evaporates and makes way for resolve. He places a palm on the stone globe before him, feeling its cool smoothness. If only it could just relay the answers he's seeking through touch...

"Giant floating island that came out of a huge rift in space has something to do with a rift we need to close, huh? No clue how you came to that conclusion!" Pyrrhon chuckles a bit, as he moves toward the center. It's like some kind of basin or something, like it's designed to move things downward. Seems like the perfect place for a secret passageway.

"Well, if this place DOES have any secrets, then it's gonna reveal them one way or the other! PYROCANNON!" Right as Pyrrhon charges up his blast though, Pit might hear some kind of mechanical sound coming from the globe he was touching. And if someone was looking really, really close, someone might notice the object in the center of the basin starting to open just a crack. Unfortunately, there's not really any time to notice it, before it's suddenly burned to bits and blown apart by a huge flaming laser, revealing a metal, now scorched passageway that it was right about to reveal on it's own anyway.

"AHA! A secret passageway reveals itself! All credit goes to Pyrrhon for it's discovery.

Pit winces as the stone is blown to pieces, and he holds up an arm to protect his face from the flying rubble. Now he views what Pyrrhon uncovered, and his face opens up in curiosity.

"Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go down and check it out!" He might have commented on how Pyrrhon was using his brain, but he wasn't, really. He was just using his pyro-blasts. Nonetheless, Pit is pretty grateful that his habitual impulse to fire away uncovered what they were looking for, even though a part of him felt bad about desecrating what could be a sacred place. But hey, even sacred places could be sacrificed when heroes had work to do! Pit leaps right into the hole without waiting.

Pyrrhon doesn't feel bad at all about desecrating it. It's not a sacred place dedicated to him, after all! Just some other lame god.

The Sun God descends down behind Pit, finding a dusty corridor, illuminated by flickering lights, a couple of which are out- though it's a bit brighter now that Pyrrhon's down here. Since he's made of fire and all. "Hmmm... Doesn't look like anyone's been down here in a long time. Seems like the perfect place to hide evil plans!"

"Evil plans?" parrots Pit as he rushes forth. "Who would hide evil plans in a hallway? That's totally evil laboratory stuff."

"At the END of the hallway, Pit. That's where the lab is! Or whatever evil thing it is that's down here. Pyrrhon would bet his godhood on it!"

Soon enough, they reach the end of it, and find a large room, full of computers, monitors, files, various notes, a desk with a very nice looking chair... definitely looks like something important. Also, there's a mysteriously angel-shaped dent in the side of one of the walls. "See? Told you!"

Pit's jaw drops as he stops his footwork to stare. It's totally an evil lab.

"Looks like you get to keep your godhood. ...Are you psychic or something?"

DID HE LEECH SOME POWERS FROM THE AURUM BRAIN?!?!

"It's obvious! I mean, they're not going to make the secret passage in the middle of the temple lead to the janitor's closet or something." Pyrrhon floats through the lab, examining everything. Some of the monitors are blank, while others are just displaying error messages.

"Anyway, let's get down to business." He sits himself down behind the desk, checking to see if the computer there works. Fortunately it does, and after a brief start-up, he starts looking through the files. "Pyrrhon recalls you screaming that you can't read, so uh. Look through some files and notes and stuff for evil doodles maybe."

Pit tucks his arms in and sulks, not really wanting to be reminded about the whole fiasco. "Hope this scientist guy's into making blueprints, then." He goes ahead shuffles off to search the opposite side of the lab, opening cabinets to see what they hold inside.

A couple minutes pass as Pyrrhon experiments with the computer, typing, clicking, all that nonsense, before loudly declaring. "WELL. Good news and bad news. Which do you want first? Actually, Pyrrhon will just pick for you. Bad news is that most of the data here is corrupted. Most of the files can't be opened, and most of the ones that can just come out as a garbled mess. Of the ones that are readable, most of them seem to be unimportant things. Buuuut, there does seem to be one file talking about something called subspace and that rift you mentioned!"

Pit swerves around at full attention. "Really?! Tell me! Tell me tell me!"

"Right, right..." Pyrrhon starts reading through the file, skimming through it a bit and reading aloud. "Let's see... Theories on other dimensions, dimensional portals, blah blah blah giant hands from other dimensions... Jeez, can't evil scientists ever just get to the point?" He starts scrolling through it, looking out for the word Rift. "Ah, here we are! 'High amounts of dimensional disturbance could cause some kind of so-called Rift in the fabric of reality. Theories on the Rift will be discussed at the end of...' Oh, come on!" He groans a bit, scrolling through more babble about dimensional physics that Pyrrhon doesn't care to read thoroughly right now. "Okay, okay, here we go. 'Of course, all these theories as to what a Rift's nature and effects would be are mere speculation, though obviously none of them are good. My research however suggests that the chaos could be contained by closing it- However, that would require an explosion of at least equal magnitude in order to accomplish.' Alright, there! You know what to do now." Pyrrhon sighs a bit with relief, pushing the chair away from the desk and leaning back a bit.