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Post by AS/IP/BS on Mar 6, 2017 13:37:40 GMT -8
A very faint breeze swished along the ground. She supposed it was time for some back up, since it was the only thing she could think to do during this whole battle. Well that, and listen to a very powerful being blather on and on and on about hopelessness. It did remind her about the feelings of despair, disappointment, and sadness at not feeling understood. But it of course, had to be accepted as the past, and pushed away for the moment.
"He sure does talk a lot"
Samm approached Raz, and stopped.
"I like that look in your eye." It was something she'd said before, but still held true.
As for herself... she wasn't in perfect shape, but compared to everyone else, she figured she looked fit as a fiddle. "I must say, this shared health bar is nice...though it's kind of tiring." She paused.
"I like that guy too" she said pointing to Kalmaro, "He's making some very good points. Almost like this Malice guy's real name is Yin." She didnt mention it just yet, but she'd also heard Clear's words, and they'd given her a bit of happiness and hope. She'd have to pitch in now, and make sure everyone could fight their best against the so called epitome of sorrow and anger and all that no good dark stuff.
And with that, the breeze picked up. Her power activated, giving a slight aura of light blue. First, it swirled around Raz, and then caught all the others. "Catch your breath."
And everyone should feel fatigue lightened and lifted,the labor of breathing easier, and a new wellspring of energy. Digging a bit deeper, she attempted to make the connection between wind and direction. Perhaps, she figured, it'd have the effect of increasing her friends' determination. If not, well, at least she did the cool white mage thing.
"Sorry it took so long. Gaining my memories back was more of a shell shock than I thought." she apologized and for a moment looked guilty, but she wiped it away and smiled a little. Now she was in on the action.
"And I have plenty to say myself! Because having to sort through your entire set of memories all in one day really gives you some persective! I know I gave plenty of negative emotions to you- there's bottled up anger, disappointment, self-loathing, and some really fucked up pits of sorrow. But I keep going. Why? Because everything else keeps going. And without all these lows to knock me down, how will I ever appreciate the good stuff? You can't fully appreciate joy until you lost everything. You cant appreciate winning until you've lost.
So you know what? I accept you. I accept your existence and what you stand for. I accept that I'm part of that. I accept that I have my weakness, and I even..." she sighed" I even accept that maybe I might not see the end of the battle. But somewhere...there is a version of me that is a mom. Happily married, with beautiful, strong children. So I won't let my own feelings get me down....and I wont accept you saying that there are only lies and despair. BECAUSE ITS NOT TRUE!"
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Post by SJmun on Mar 7, 2017 8:23:25 GMT -8
Niki feels the healing breeze and it's gentle guiding force. It's always nice to have a helping hand in these trying times.
Just enough revitalized, Niki tries to prepare a counterattack. But what to do against an undying flame that feeds upon the sum of an entire universe's worth of negative energy? It seemed like her liquid nitrogen thing worked, but Malice returned anyways.
What to do what to do... there's gotta be something to do, right?
Niki thinks about the resources available to her. She has a dazzling array of imaginative and illusionary abilities. But, she also has that blood bond that connects her to all of her team.
Raine is their physical powerhouse, though her attacks often miss their best chance to connect.
Kalmaro is an ink specialist. If ink can be used in a situation, he's the guy to call upon.
Charles is... well he's a lot of things. Like, he's at least good at hooking up to things with his blood powers. Maybe not so much other people, but hey, nobody's perfect.
Smoke is kinda out there and distant, but in a pinch he could still save your butt with some skillful teleportation. Niki also sorta senses that he's got something else with him, something that kinda reminds her of Raz, Seth, and Smoke sat the same time. Kinda hard to tell what that something would mean strategically though.
Raz, somehow he's not only a mind player, but also a heart player?! Niki isn't quite sure why she didn't notice before. Maybe she was too focused on fighting? Either way, his power levels are off the charts and it seems like he's not only unbeatable, but twice the man he was before. she can barely focus on him before his determination overwhelms her.
Then, there's Patrick. One of her dear friends who have made it through this whole ordeal with her. His strength is in his optimism and his relentless cat-like reflexes.
Clear can create nearly anything she desires, and with her fighting spirit in full force, she really resembles her mother in a lot of ways.
Nora, though she chose not to be connected for safety reasons, seems trustworthy and with enough pep to keep going for miles.
so with all them, plus Samm the wind healer, they should be able to face against this thing easily, right?
well, if it would stay down.
but it's nothing they can't already handle.
after a moment of thought, Niki comes up with a plan.
Wait no trapping Malice in a false world of endless peace won't work, it's just an illusion.
somebody else connected to Niki might be able to catch part of that idea and build something better out of it though.
for now though, Niki settles for launching a quick succession of light balls at the dark flame.
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Post by raz on Mar 7, 2017 11:14:42 GMT -8
"Acting like a bittersweet victory is worth fighting for is just more moving the goalposts. Coping with the shit hand you've been dealt by accepting loss and parading that around as virtue, is just hypocrisy! And even if those fake wins are enough for you, even if they inspire you, or give you strength, you're the ones ignoring the bigger picture! Those temporary wins don't change the fact that eventually things always turn to shit!"
Jagged tears in reality block out portions of the clouds, the scenes playing out in them now a darker tone. Victors of the game, visibly older, lying dead. Clashes between beings of mammoth power, former teammates turned to bitter enemies. Universes unmade with far less effort than went into making them, wrought by the hands of a former player or a being resulting of their actions. A planet falling to ruin through means completely independent of any players, merely bad circumstance. What they're seeing is hard to parse given the limited context but ultimately, the fast-forwards hint at an ominous future beyond well-fought victory.
All the while, Malice simply throws its arms outward black flames swirling a perimeter at its feet as Raine's strikes clattering off it. Niki's blasts of light likewise bounce off to similarly little effect.
"Differences between people will always lead to conflict. And when unfathomable power is handed out like candy to kids, immature or defective or just plain stupid, the consequences of conflict are magnified. Eventually, strife will come, strife always comes, because you can't give responsibility for a universe to a bunch of brats alongside power to shape it, and expect things to turn out well! It's just a matter of time!
EVERY part of this fucked-up system is broken! Setting you up for failure and giving you the tools to engineer it even beyond the bounds of that damn game, and all the strife and conflict and hate that springs up as a result, written off as an acceptable or unavoidable loss? It's all shit, it always turns to shit, and it always WILL be shit, because that's what happens when a delusional sense of self-importance meets incredible power. You think you stand for something greater, think you're carrying wishes on your backs when you're really trampling on them. You think the small wins can compare to the infinite losses, and try and tell me I see less of the big picture than you. Bullshit!"
"...You're really grasping at every goddamn straw you can, huh."
Raz winces, clutching a hand to his chest. Black flames shroud him, a slow burn he feels at least three ways over... But he finds it in him to smile. Samm's arrival helps, the winds blowing against those dark flames to give him some respite and her presence in of itself a boost. And even as the black flames surge around him he stands tall, hand still clutched to his chest.
"...So what if the deck is stacked against us. So what if you can pick the infinite cosmos and passage of time for disaster and trump it out as evidence. What happened somewhere else, the fuck ups and mistakes through the universe... frankly, they don't mean a damn thing to me. The only standard I hold myself to is my own, so as long as I live a life I'm proud of? I'll be satisfied. In the realm of infinite possibility and failure your stagnation isn't an answer. If there's a problem, we'll solve it with our actions."
Two swirls of flame flank him, one grayish, the other vibrant red, the figures appearing in them... A girl, transparent, dressed in a white romper with flared sleeves, and a boy in the tattered remnants of an Heir's outfit, hood drawn up so as to shadow his face. Both figures clasp their hands atop Raz's against his chest, even as the blackened flames lick at them as well.
"Being able to fuck up and bounce back, is a part of growing up! How could you have seen so many instances of the game and not realize that maturity? I think, I've made some mistakes, and I haven't done everything I could with the short life I had, but I'm happy with it all the same, and I never made a choice I regretted because I made those choices! If you preoccupy yourself with getting things just right you never do anything, and that's the worst, because doing things is fun! Living life, is fun! So, screw your twisted idea of what a proper life is you ninny!"
"...When revenge was no longer enough to distract me from the darkness, one thing kept me afloat in it. And even if I have sinned... Even if my greatest desire is to sleep, and even if my vengeance wrought disaster. That one thing... wasn't a mistake. The desire to fight for something better, is a better way of life than simply sinking to the depths. And for all the people whose hopes I swore to carry as penance... For all that I've done, I'll stake everything against you. Because I believe the future we fought for exists, beyond you!"
"You know, the funny thing, is you had it backwards. This is a fight one side can't lose, but its not yours... It's a fight we can't lose."
Raz extends his hand outward cupping it as the others do the same, a red flame in his palm... Green, in hers, and darkish brown in the tattered one's, in all. Those two flanking him bringing their hands inward to merge into his flame, petals forming a localized storm swirling around him before flying into the flame, kindling that grow it as more phantasmal hands appear to cup that ember flashing between red, green, brown, pink...
"You could never win this with your tunnel vision. You deny the merits of anything besides hopelessness and stagnation, but we accept you and what you stand for, along with our own beliefs! From the start your line of reasoning was flawed!"
Black flames surge around him, and swirl into the ember in his palm, engulfing his arm outright now. Flickering between a growing number of colors as phantasmal chains appear behind him, before shattering resoundingly, the phantoms surrounding him and the hands all vanishing in that instant.
Advent Session
"The truth of the universe is everything. The truth of the universe..."
Prismatic flames engulf his body as he opens newly gray eyes to meet Malice's glare head-on, the flames swirling inward to condense around his right hand. And he raises that hand to thumb his chest, as chains cross the screens through the area, surrounding them before shattering and wiping them all away.
"...IS US!!!"
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Post by SJmun on Mar 7, 2017 15:32:51 GMT -8
Niki didn't particularly think the light balls would do much, but Raz seems to have the key to beating this thing with everyone he's gathered.
Wait a moment, is that the scourge??? Should they trust him?
...Raz trusts him. They should give him a chance to work with them.
It's just like how Seth gave Thoren a chance, it seems. Niki can only hope that it turns out just as well, if not better.
A vision of the destruction of the Lethean Dream appears along with some of Malice's twisted predictions of communal entropy.
However, that wasn't the end.
It was in that moment that the group first showed how they could work together to save each other.
In the heat of Raz's speech, a vision of the group's evacuation from the collapse appears. Various other scenes of their recent struggles and triumphs appear, one after another.
It's quite clear now. What they will do to defeat Malice is to work together.
For if they don't, Malice will surely emerge once again.
"Guys! We've reached the high point here! Give Raz your energy! Together our power can phase through anything!
With that in mind, Niki conjures a wrapped present and imbues it with a large amount of her energy and tosses it razways.
"Catch!"
Tired, with only just enough energy to stay up, Niki holds onto her staff with both hands.
Despite the conditions,
despite everything...
She's smiling.
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Post by metreu on Mar 7, 2017 18:12:54 GMT -8
Clear expands the cloud with her staff. The 'sky' suddenly flooded with clouds that soar by from a torrent of wind.
Clear stares up at the passing clouds for a moment, lost in thought while listening to Malice.
“There is truth to some of your words… but only some. What you speak, the vast majority of them have already experienced. Your tale is nothing new to them. For some, they have already finished dealing with you, for others, they still struggle… but in this moment. At this point in their lives, they have the rare opportunity to face their Malice head on.”
Clear wrings her hands on the staff pole. She looks down at her bare feet in the dark world illuminated by this flame.
“So many have already given their lives to continue a future for these people. Back in their sessions, and out here in the void. Others whom have only barely escaped death are standing now to oppose you without fear in their hearts.”
Clear looks up and holds the staff high. It begins to glow and shift, transforming into a familiar Gun with a large Lens on it. She holds the gun in her hands and carefully thinks about her next words. She trains her eyes on the true form of Malice.
“There has been already so much we have lost… so many we have lost that used to stand besides us through the thick and thin… what right do you have to dissuade us from trying to have a happy life?”
Clear stares deep into the flame, with tears welling into her eyes.
“Do you have the right of seniority? The Right of Authority over the Realm? WHAT RIGHT DO YOU HAVE, TO DENY US OUR FREEDOM FROM YOU?!”
Clear holds the gun up and takes aim. The usually stoic Clear is now teeming with emotions that seem to take ahold of her. Her hands tremble and her eyes water, but her look of determination never falters.
“You are not our master. You are nothing of the kind. Your words try so hard to drag us down and keep us in the mud, but we have always proven to get right back up. This sort of world? This terrible thing you can’t seem the live with? We live with it every day. It might be all we have ever known. Maybe it’s all you’ve ever known. You may not know kindness or love. Maybe you did, but threw it all away for the power to destroy… but you’ve seen us. You’ve seen what they do when their lives are endangered. Thats just how the souls here are. They continue to fight even in the face of demise. They KNOW they can win… AND SO DO I!”
Clear’s phantasmal wings erupt from her back, the luminous glow casting a light into the darkness. Light from her wings weaves a large magical looking circle with turrets on all the cardinal directions. The PileDriver, Micha’s signature finale.
The piledriver grows and the clouds begin to part, sending down a ray of sunlight into the magic circle. From Clear’s wings, ghostly figures appear and stand at the ready, brandishing weapons.
Michael, the Witch of Null and Time, holds up his black rock shooter cannon with a smile. The light glinting off his glasses. “May the sun shine forever in our hearts!”
Micha, the Heir of Light, holds up her own solar gun ‘Solaire: Heir of the Sun’. “Our Sun!”
They stand on either side of her and pull their triggers in unison.
The Pile Driver activates, the solar generators reflecting the enhanced light rays onto Malice to keep him in a stunned and stunted state.
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Post by frozenlake on Mar 7, 2017 18:13:53 GMT -8
FLord looks over to Raz, who is currently collecting the energy. He sees the present fly over from Niki, and pauses, before dashing over to Raz, injecting as much of the Aspect Energy as he could, into him.
His legs buckling from the conversion process of changing his mangrit, he looks at Raz, a brief flash of anger flashing over his face, before he falls into the ground and winces from the pain.
"...Go get him."
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Post by creeperpuncher on Mar 7, 2017 18:41:29 GMT -8
Hearing Niki's yell for everyone to give Raz their energy, Kalmaro runs over and... tries to figure out how to do that. Does Time even work that way? How do you "give someone Time", other than in the literal sense?
After pondering it for a brief moment, he comes to the conclusion that that's stupid and probably won't work in a time-distorted dreambubble anyway, but there is an energy type he can give to Raz. Flipping open his weapon's control panel, he engages the function to "Transfer Stored Special Charge to Player", and begins doing just that, hoping Raz can actually do something with it. Oh, also he sends motivational hope, that's probably important too.
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Post by powerkitten on Mar 12, 2017 12:15:32 GMT -8
The Heir of Hope hovers defiantly. His large, brilliantly white, glowing angelic wings flap powerfully.
He can feel the shared bonds of positivity and friendship binding the Pawns together. And through them, he can feel the bonds of their friends, and their friends' friends. The web of Hope expands exponentially, connecting the splintered timelines that manifested after the Gigareset together. He begins displaying the memories he can feel connecting the great Hope Web.
Many of them start out show teams of players standing together. The SBARG Teams displayed include, but are not limited to, Awe5ome, Infinite, Vanilla Ice, Meulin's Army, YYYEEOUCH, Alligator Science, Free Will, Karkat-Grey, MSPA Clubhouse, Oldstucks, Royal Dukes, Rune, Shuttle, The -Insert Classes Here- Who Say Ni, Unprepared, Booty, BLUE TEAMIE, The Maryams, Misfail, Ottercan, Retro Mafia, The Milk That is Under You, Hella Cool Team, Ghost Army, Deinonychus, Successful Murder, Parafusion, Elites, Left4Sburb, and Pritti Curr.
They transition to show the SBARG players, all 14,033+ of them, helping each other. They composed songs, drew pictures, and even wrote stories for each other. They gave each other advice and worked together again and again to solve puzzles. They came from all over the globe, but they worked together for their common goal. They fight to prevent the overpowered enemy Chronos from coming about and destroy the game from the inside out in rebellion. They destroy the forge, and one of them even appears to turn into Lord English to devour the Genesis Frog. They give it their all to stomp out the seemingly unbeatable enemy. Their extreme reset, scratching with every single device in the massive session, splinters Paradox Space in ultimate protest. The enemy fractures. Meteors are shown barrelling down toward the thousands of houses before the meteors fade from the timeline.
Kids and teenagers wake up with a faded memory of the epic struggle. Most shrug it off, but some start to remember. They begin to chat, sharing their strange memories wherever they can. The new timelines start to begin their own histories. One follows a white dolphin/human hybrid, another accesses an abandoned "Skaianet Systems™ Aut✖matic C✖mmand Stati✖n Universal Alternate Reality Game Assistance Terminal," while the last new timeline follows a strange "guardian" demanding pictures of Pumpkins. They begin to solve the puzzles their new leaders put in front of them, and eventually, they enter their sessions.
The screens focus on the third timeline. The pumpkins are collected, and codes are found. The players finally burn the game to CDs they have on hand and enter as the world destroys itself once more. They work together, linking up their gates in a web to enter. A glitch causes some players to be delayed in their entries, but they're accepted none the less. The game is horribly glitched this time, but they refuse to give up. They craft space-faring vehicles to travel without the broken gates. A boy obscured by Blue Mist helps another player out of a massive hole. A girl befriends a giant robotic dragon, and a fire is put out on a Land by the combined efforts of several players. The needed frogs are gathered, stolen, and recovered again. Puzzles are completed to unlock the gift of Godhood. The False Guardian, Chronos, is ousted and the real Guardian, a birdman, is put back into place. 77 players gather pictures and combine them to create the birdman Guardian. Players fall in love with each other, and some adopt consorts as their children. Despite the direst of circumstances, everything seems okay. The Black King is defeated, and they turn their focus towards the beast, Chronos. In an epic fight, he is slain, and the game is won. Battleships taken from Carapaces are used to evacuate the Consorts into the new universe, where they would live happily. A planet, christened "Starter Planet" is created in the new universe as a symbol of their achievement.
Patrick Careon, Hier of Hope and co-founder of Team Awe5ome, proceeds to use the Hope he'd gathered to help Raz's attack. The significance of Raz's appearance in so many of the scenes, from the original Timeline as well as the Terminal Timeline and Glitched Timeline, is not lost on him.
"One acronym, 5 simple ASCII characters. SBARG. It connects us all together, fighters, dreamers, villains, and heroes. The thing that brought us all together, the "Sburb Alternate Reality Game," is so much more than that. It's full of negative feelings, sadness, and so much more Rage, but it's also full of Hope. It stands for the everlasting friendships and even deeper bonds it has created. Sure, Malice, you're always around, but you're nothing more than a stepping stone on our journey. An obstacle that we've overcome again and again. Sure, we won't have a perfect life, but we refuse to give up now. We'll come to difficulties again, I'm sure, but we'll overcome them like so many others. But first, we need to overcome YOU."
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Post by lunarLunatic on Mar 12, 2017 19:08:30 GMT -8
"Screw the speeches! As if this stubborn brat is gonna listen!"
Raine flips backwards, acknowledging that her attacks are ineffectual.
She then looks to Raz.
As much as she still resents him deep down, she knows that perhaps he...and those with him know what to do.
Energy is building from within her. Energy coming from those below. Through her dear partner, they send their energies in hope of stopping this force once and for all.
She would be stupid if she doesn't send it to the one who knows what to do with it.
Raine puts away the mace and focuses this energy into her hands, adding her own.
"It's time to finish this...!"
She makes a mad dash towards Raz, the ball of energy swirling with various colours.
"With everyone's energy, both above and below! Raz, I'm counting on you for this! I'm trusting you can use this to seal the deal once and for all! Don't let me down!"
She then tosses this large sphere of energy, it hits it's mark as the power of those who gave their power flows into the man before her.
"Kick it's ass! Kick it's ass so hard the very concept this piece of absolute garbage embodies is gonna feel it even 500 years from now!!!!"
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Post by raz on Mar 13, 2017 14:16:32 GMT -8
"..."
For once, incredibly enough, Malice is silent. The black flame flickers idly, tilting its head as if to get a better look at Raz, who meets its wide, curious eyes by quirking his brows and flashing a cheeky smile.
"What's the matter. Finally get you to shut your trap?"
"It still doesn't make any sense. After all this, and the most you can come up with to stake your lives on are ephemeral dreams and impossibilities."
Jets of light pierce it from four directions, snapping it to attention with a shuddered start. Shakily it reaches its hand out, eyes darting around before focusing on Raz once more.
"...It doesn't make any sense."
Malice meets his gaze and Raz simply shrugs, offering nothing more in terms of commentary. Instead he lowers his gaze, to the hand he cups in front of him and the multicolored flame he's serving as torch for. There's a certain... stillness to his mannerisms, deliberate, calm. The one things that manage to give him a start, are Niki's words.
Catch!
Lifting his hand to snatch the package out of the air he looks to Niki curiously.
"This is...?"
Lifting the lid with a hand wreathed in flames that somehow don't burn it Raz feels a wave of invigoration wash over him, eyes widening in comprehension. She was pooling her strength with him...? Just like Falks' group and those ghosts had done. And now FLord, Patrick, Raine, even Kalmaro. Power welling up from all of them, the flames roaring around him as he looks among them incredulously, then to his hands.
"...You guys. Thanks. I'll make this count, I swear!"
"Is that right."
Raz zeroes in on Malice, fists tightening as the black flame's mouth curls into a smile. Immobile, it can do nothing but stand there as the pillars of light start to overtake it.
"No. No, you won't."
Malice laughs ugly laughter as its wiped from view by the light, starting to fade away as it too fades.
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Post by raz on Mar 13, 2017 15:49:39 GMT -8
A black ember appears, high enough to force Raz to crane his neck. Another joins it, and one more, before the trio form into three familiar figures smiling crookedly,
"Is that the power of your acceptance? Understanding the vastness of the world and still... the strength of your bunch of loser friends and your bunch of loser soul buddies, and still... what a joke you are! This, comprehension, this understanding, your ephemeral acceptance, can't do a thing! YOU, can't do a thing!"
The flames distort, swirling into one another in a growingly violent maelstrom of black flames that crackles with white lightning.
You're in the belly of the beast and you haven't got a prayer in the world. This one, or the next. I don't need to understand your ridiculous way of life I just need to end it, and rest assured I have MORE than enough power to do that!
Raz glances downward, a shift in the dark calling his attention to the layer below. The nonstandard geometry and the ground they stand on betrays the void, and he finds the ground hovering just above what looks to be a platform of some kind, with five protrusions. Those protrusions start to curl inward, and when the reality clicks in his head he wheels around, finding himself dwarfed easily a gap in space like an eye.
Malice, hundreds of times larger than any of the Lost Pawns, cupping them in its oversized hand with a crooked smile that dwarfs them all.
Toying with you has been a frustrating experience. But your existences, your confusing, incomprehensible existences... They're not things I want to comprehend. Ride high on those hopes, higher and higher, so when I torch those fragile wings your fall is just that much more painful. Accept THAT...
Scattered embers converge in the center of its palm, that storm of thunder and flame merging into it as well. But standing there, looking up to meet its gaze, regardless of its overwhelming presence, Raz tightens his fists, mouth drawn in an unimpressed line.
aND BURN AWAY!!!!!!
"Taking comfort in your ignorance is no way to live, but it cements this... There's nothing left to say. The only thing left is to bring this to a close.
So bring it."
Flames drawn inward explode violently, rushing black wildfire and frenzied bolts overtaking Raz, the Pawns, and everything. And for good measure, it brings its other hand around to cup them together, calling on another storm to obliterate the crew. The raging maelstrom, multiplied, engulfs them completely and threatens to burn them to ashes completely.
But it's okay.
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Post by raz on Mar 13, 2017 17:24:48 GMT -8
Swirling outward from his back like wings, prismatic flames frame him, as he diverts the oncoming storm with one raised finger. Flames rushing to crisp the group pass around them like a parted river, the lightning and storm likewise spiting around them. And the massive figure leans back, eyes widening at the incomprehensibility. That much at least, earns a slight smile, the sardonic sort carried by the eyes as the tides shift.
"Thanks."
He turns his hand upward in a slick motion that ends with him pointing two fingers upward, and the once-diverted flames rush in a different direction now, swirling into his palm. And just like that the maelstorm left an ember in his palm, ebbing and flowing calmly. His feet leave the ground, the rest of the group finding themselves floating freely alongside him now, away from their bewildered foe.
"And bye."
Malice's expression twists, and its form does too as it turns to a vaguely humanoid maelstrom crackling lightning. A sheer manifestation of livid rage throws its arms behind it and roars, throwing forward a storm that dwarfs even its massive form as it closes in on them.
DIE DIE DIE DIE DIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEDIEYOUMISERABLEPIECESOFSHITDIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Raz simply cocks his arm behind him, prismatic flames surging around him like a light against the darkness and framing him with wings tinged infinite shifting colors. And beside him Samm floats forward, coming to rest beside him. Shaken as she is by the very large figure she sees that light and somehow, she's moved to continue to believe in their efforts. She could feel the pull of power, but it was the determination she could feel most.
A rush of wind comes up, seemingly a bit of it coming from everyone and pooling together around the two. With some motions, she seems to gather it all up and direct it straight to Raz.
"Our determination has been gathered and set... there is no stopping us."
A very thin line of blue outlines his fiery wings, making them flare and dance. Continuing, a swirl of the same blue surrounds the fire in his hand, increasing it's size even more - fanning their flames with the power of support that she can give. Slipping in close, her own hand gently places itself on his, helping steady the influx if needed.
"Our direction is... forward!"
Clutching her hand tightly he smiles slightly, just for a moment, before his expression turns to iron once more. And he sweeps his free arm to the side now, willing them flames to his palm and the wind she lends him to shape it, before lancing forward with a thrust that drives forward a swirling wheel of flames forward, the likes of which that drive the storm apart with ease with flames that unfurl as they wash over Malice. And it screams, as the black storm shifts colors before fizzling utterly in time to a snap Raz makes. Flames burning away at it burn away the majority of its form, before finally, they blow past it, and what's left is Malice, returned to their size.
"Wh...What...?!"
Malice shudders, one of its arms gone up to the elbow. It's form is a patchwork filled with holes and unnatural gaps, wavy, unstable flames. So lost in its own confusion, it barely notices Raz and Samm closing the distance, group in tow, until they're right in front of it and it regards them with a shocked jump backward.
"What... did you do...? HOW , did you..."
Raz scoffs, shaking his head as he points behind Malice. And the creature glances over its shoulder, ebbing a little more when it sees it. White cracks in space, just enough to let some light in from a beyond they haven't seen in a long time.
"That's..."
"Maybe if you weren't so set on your ways you could understand. But... that's not the nature of your existence. It's ours. And that's why, we can't afford to play around here any longer."
"..."
"All that power... but it's our power, too. It, and so much more."
"..."
Raz lifts his hand to roughly, where its forehead might be, the self-proclaimed embodiment of malice meeting his gaze blankly at first, then... slowly, with a smile.
".........Is that why. But. You're still in for an unbearable amount of suffering. Nothing I've said is wrong... If not the whole picture. Than a significant portion of it. This existence might end but I'll carry on in another form and you... Hehehehehe, you'll--"
Tensing his finger, he flicks, the flames swirling outward and dissipating.
"Sorry, we'll, I'll, what? You didn't finish."
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Post by raz on Mar 13, 2017 17:49:42 GMT -8
The darkness all around thickens, his fellow party members fading from view as, everything does, and he's left standing in the dark, alone. Everything fades, alright.
He smiles, faintly. And lifts his finger, a black flame that ebbs gray appearing at the very tip. The sole light in this darkness, dull, but alight, flickering.
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Post by raz on Mar 13, 2017 17:52:09 GMT -8
Lifting the ember on his fingertip he takes a deep breath, and blows the flame out.
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Post by metreu on Mar 13, 2017 18:08:24 GMT -8
Clear's vision is swallowed by the darkness. She stands alone and looks to where she saw Malice last before everything vanished.
She stands there a moment, looking at the left over flame that sits in the middle of her view.
[WARNING]
OVERDRIVE SHUTTING DOWN
POWER REMAINING 1%
PHILOSOPHER'S STONE RETURNED TO USER
DECONSTRUCTING STONE
Clear breaths in, her mind clearing... She exhales on the flame, putting it out for good.
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