#doomed timeline?

already made a post about it, but i want to gush because i LOVE time loop/warp plots

the only thing i dont know is how far back i'd want oscar to go?

not far enough to feel like a huge waste of time, but far enough that tensions dont build to such extremes again hhhhhmmm;;

i also dont know how to word it, but i imagine the scene where oscar is flung back is just... chaotic

qrow fighting ironwood, cinder fighting winter and co, neo fighting jnr, etc etc

and things just go to shit. maybe people die, maybe atlas starts falling, and oscar is given both relics and told to just run, get away in all the commotion

everything looks hopeless

but when oscar gets away, maybe panicking and watching the clouds whoosh by, the ground and mantle getting closer as the sound of fighting continues

ozpin returns, loud and clear in his head just like that day the airship crashed

and after a moment of confusion, oscar follows whatever instructions he's given. maybe to use the cane, maybe to unlock his semblance - but eventually there's a big flash of green light and everything just warps backwards (cool backwards sound effects and clocks ticking/gears grinding and all)

and the volume ends with oscar right back to where it can all be fixed - the timeline will have changed for sure lol

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The clouds never lie, you tell yourself. They never have, and they never will. They're the reflections of Skaia itself, projected to Prospit in all its gilded glory. If it exists, Skaia knows of it. After all, it holds all of your code. Everything that is or was or will be is run by such a thing as that. You think it's ironic. Or you would, if it weren't so sad.

See, the problem at hand is that you'd had nothing to do. Your dreamself (you, rather, being that you're technically one and the same) had had nothing to do, being disconnected from your dominant conscienceness, and as a result, you'd watched the clouds. For hours, you'd watched them. Every event they had to show you, everything Skaia had to offer. Like an modern-day prophet. You wouldn't say you know everything, not even close, but you know enough. And after watching it all, everyone going about their day to day life, all those private moments that normal humans aren't meant to see, you can't help but think: maybe there's a message in it all? Maybe Skaia wants to tell you something? Wants you to /do/ something?

It does, doesn't it? The more you watch, the more you think it so. Your fellow players, in all their disgusting, deplorable existances. The nasty things they say and do. The way they bicker and backstab. You can't help but notice how whenever something goes wrong, it's never the game itself. It's always a player. Someone full of spite and hate, someone who'd chosen to go fourth and take everyone else down their own deceitful path. Damn one, damn them all. No one is innocent, not that you've seen. You grow more and more disgusted with every second you watch.

And you think to yourself, what if that's what Skaia wants of you? What if that's what the powers that be meant for you? You're the Knight of Rage. Defender of emotions. Defender of humanity. There's no humanity here, you can see that. Even you aren't exempt from that (you're far from blind to your own spiteful thoughts). But, you think, you can do your duty before you rid Skaia of the stain that is your own string of code. You think you can clean this entire smear of a session; do your part to cleanse the incipisphere of all this filth. It's what Skaia wants of you. And you can most certainly abide.