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[mirror_mod]

[The ink stain on the last page has stopped but just a tiny space of blank page remaining on the lower right corner. A final message appears on the next blank page, in that same mysterious font]

Write Them HoMe

((OOC:One last task for you residents. It's time to get them home. How you do it is up to you))

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[spiritusaequitas]

... Write 'em home? [Murphy frowns] Sure, not a problem, but which thing's home? Here, or ...?

[mirror_mod]

Paradisa

[wilder]

[....If this means talking about feelings like the last time people got nabbed, Zelos is so passing and letting others do it. Y E P. ]

[ruin_mania]

[not_like_the_rest]

Are you the thing that has Peeta's panties in a twist?

[starhipped]

I .. want to do my best.

Because Her Eminence, the person who was taken, is someone important to me.

[And, out in the journal because she doesn't know what else to do, Esther begins writing down anything she knows about Caterina S'forza. Not all of it is factual - some of it is a matter of opinion; like how beautiful and graceful she is, or how intelligent and calm she seems to be. Some of it seems to be just plain physical description, writing as though she could picture Caterina right in front of her, as she always is.

It might not work, it might not help, but Esther is trying to use everything she knows to bring Caterina back to this place where she was needed and wanted.]

mirrored - filtered to Catelyn Stark, Robb Stark, Sansa Stark and Jon Snow

[mirror_mod]

This is Arya. I'm fine. We're...we're safe for now. I think. We're still trying to get back. If you see this message, please respond.

[heal_theworld]

[Martel sees this. And she's going to do what it says.]

I want them all to come home. But I want him home the most. I miss him and everything about him, even his silly dramatics and his snarking. Here, we actually have a chance to be what we couldn't on Aselia where there are no wars or discrimination. He makes this place a home for me.

So please, bring him home to me.

[ruin_mania]

[...Yeah no Raine can't top that. It's those feelings of inadequacy again. So she adds simply,]

Allow a door to open and our friends to be on the other side.

written of course

[encryptedlock]

Agent Washington, get your ass home right the fuck now. Your cat won't shut up. Your Pokemon is moping.

Also Wyoming and his AI showed up, so I need your help.

I'll give you beer.

recorded from dictation

[alaspooryork]

[God, York, what part of "be specific" do you not remember from the last exercise?]

The missing residents find themselves in a large chamber. A strange control panel sits to one end. Behind them is that which they are fleeing. Many are confused by the control panel, but Freelancer Agent Washington approaches it with an air of expertise rarely demonstrated in earlier missions. Reassuring the others, he enters a few keystrokes and a portal appears in the wall. Across the portal as if through water, the lobby of the castle is visible. All those who enter the portal are returned to Cair Paradisa. Agent Washington ensures all residents have entered before timing the portal to close moments after he himself enters it, leaving the danger safely behind.

mirrored - Filtered to Crowley...and Gale

[mirror_mod]

I'm all right. We're safe now.

written

[fanstheflame]

[Gale had known from the start there wasn't anything he could do in the face of this. nothing useful. snares and traps and hunting knowhow don't do a thing against what he can't understand.

but when he sees this, relief floods over him, and he reaches out to touch the page. he glances up at the other message - "write them home" - and then fumbles for a pen]

I'll see you soon.

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley is relived, not that he'll let it show in his voice]

Good. Make sure ti stays that way or someone if going to get their teeth kicked in.

[mirror_mod]

[The lobby doors open onto a plane of pure white and suddenly, out of that the missing residents begin to emerge.

Home at last.]

[save_the_souls]

[Allen comes in through the door. A tired and solemn look on his face, he's wearing an old baseball jersey, cleats and a pair of blank pajama pants. It would probably look comical except...they are all cut up from glass and paper, blood soaks through most of the front and some trickles here and there on the rest of him]

[The worst part? Most of the blood isn't his. It instead comes from the very broken and battered body in his arms of Tim Drake. ]

....

[He looks around, a bit dazed and surprised to be back in Paradisa. He's not even sure what to say right now...this wasn't the t]rip back he was expecting to have.

[gevurah]

[ Yep, she's right behind him, limping her way in. A battered tank top now stained with blood and dirt, just like her her tattered jersey pants and cleats. Bits of glass and dirt stuck in her, too. She automatically shields her eyes, eyes having been in dim light for days now. Not that she's totally aware.

She heaves a sigh upon recognizing the lobby of a very familiar castle. ]

[hellshaped]

[Hellboy's right after Allen and Kate, carrying the body of Yuan, who has a pretty grievous wound in his chest. Hellboy himself has a few bumps and scrapes but nothing to really cry about, considering... everything about Yuan.

He looks around for someone who knows Yuan, wanting to deliver his body into the correct hands.]

[ironlady]

[Caterina emerges cut and bruised in the nightgown she left in now missing a sleeve. She is alive which makes her better off than the two victims brought in before her. She will be hanging back to sure everyone comes out safely.]

[fistfullofmagic]

[Dhaos is next, looking only marginally less battered than Kate and Allen, though he's sure his side is heavily bruised from the fall. Aided by Danny, he carefully carries Fred with him. He sighs in relief as he feels his magic return.]

...I...think I can heal our wounds now...

[schrodingersghost]

[Danny limps in next to Dhao, carefully propping up Fred's other side. He is battered, bruised, and more than a little exhausted. But seems to have come through the ordeal without any major injuries. He breathes a sigh of deep relief as he feels the familiar chill returning to his core.]

We made it.

[squartatore]

[and here's Sayaka, stepping aside to make way for whoever's coming after her. She'll wait to ascertain if everyone makes it back, unconsciously fiddling with the ring on her finger, but healing...that'd be better left to Dhaos and actual medical personnel. Besides, she looks and feels fairly okay compared to those who had been involved in battle]

Posting this so I remember to, though timing wise, Wash is the last person to come through.

[dontpatr0nizeme]

[Wash finally came through, still holding his pistol and wearing his not battered pajamas. It's been a long few days to say the least for him. Though he's had much worse... It wasn't pleasant. between the deaths, and the strangeness of the other place? All things considered, it's great to be home. Well, Para is home enough, right now for this weary Freelancer.]

((OOC:I just don't want to forget Wash's return post. Treat it as having happened a minute or so after every other reply to this thread.))

[persequor]

[ Comparatively, Arya made it out unscathed. Her clothes are dirty and torn and she has a bruise peeking out her hairline on her temple, but she's otherwise unhurt. Nothing out of the ordinary for her. She's too pale, though, and visibly tired. She looks around for her family, hoping to spot them. ]

[catsong]

[Konoe is also one of the last people stepping out, his night tunic ripped and tattered and his fur still bristled. His braid had unfurled somewhere along the escape, and the ribika is scraped and bruised all over.]

[psych0p0mps]

[As the tide of returnees tapers off, Aradia stands by, concerned. There was one person she'd hoped would be here who still hasn't come through. She approaches the person who appears to be last in line and tries to snag him by the arm.]

Hey. Is this everyone?