cradleproject | WEEK 13 - I can't lie to you about your chances, but you have my sympathies.

the pygmalion. . .

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Something in the air breaks, shattering from deep within space itself - and to accompany that sensation is a psychic scream. The ship shakes, coming to a screeching halt as a bright light explodes outside it. It pulses, not unlike a heartbeat, that crawls and crawls along at a slow, grueling pace. The last illusion has been broken, the last mental tie severed and crushed. You've done well up until now, and you can reap the benefits of Her labor; the dead walk among you, after all, and as Her scream rings out, a burst of energy shoots through the residents of the Pygmalion. It's clearly a desperate bid, but it doesn't root itself in place. Instead, you feel lighter than ever - Her attempt to claim you has only unraveled the string that kept you in place. The 40% limit has been lifted, and you are at full capacity.

The chains have been broken.

Go freely, heroes.

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[ yuno's responding to dave-- ] Family shoulders burdens together, right? So the three of us will be supporting each other through it. It's not just me. I get that. [ turns out yuno actually... listens to people she likes?? wow. teen angst has a limit, apparently. ] And I can duplicate that, you know. Then we'll both have rings. [ ...and then roxy is blessing their union and like

don't mind yuno borderline bursting into tears and then stomping on a cockroach drone? while grasping a bouquet from her new mom-in-law? she's covered in alien guts but!! ] Thank you. Mom? It's Mom, now, right...?

[ BUT THEN JUDAR? ]

Wait, our-- our own... How do you even know who Nicki Minaj is? You don't even know what televi... Never mind.

[ there's a damn dark lightning disco ball over her head, superbass is playing, a cthulhu priest is marrying her off to the knight of time, she's covered in alien guts and they're going through an alien queen's eyeball like.

what a ceremony. yuno buys herself a moment by swinging her machete through an oncoming wave of drones. ]

You...

...You were right. My family sucks. ...I don't actually have any family. [ this is pretty heavy for a fucking mid battle vow, but whatever. taking things too seriously is what she does. ] My mother probably won't even try to contact me when we reach the other ship. She never wanted me - but that's okay. I don't need her. It's okay. I can find my own family. It doesn't matter how much someone hurts either of us, you know? I'm here to help. That's what family means. We're together and because of that, we can get through anything. You don't call someone family lightly, and you're... my family now. So I promise to take care of you and make you apple juice anytime you want, even if it's four in the morning. I'll show you how to make it, too, but I'd like it if you would rely on me from time to time, and.

[ she's dying? she's dying. bye, everyone. ]

That's my vow to you. I'll be your family, and I'll share my life with you. Which might be kind of long? I'm not sure on the life span of a goddess, still. It doesn't matter. [ the machete is swung through the head of a drone and again, gross alien goo everywhere, but yuno extends an arm to dave. ] So do you, Dave Strider, take me to be your wife? In sickness and in health, til death or a crash landing on the sun do us part?

And... For the record, death's not keeping us apart.

[ UM ]

WEEK 13 - I can't lie to you about your chances, but you have my sympathies.

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