lunarLunatic
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Post by lunarLunatic on Feb 29, 2016 20:47:45 GMT -8
The lady in red grins...It's wide enough that you can clearly tell that she's not exactly following logic. More black liquid pours out of her mouth.
The glitchy messes that were once recognized as trees just keep coming. It doesn't even seem like she's tired of sending them out at all and it intensifies in speed as time passes.
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Post by metreu on Feb 29, 2016 21:14:15 GMT -8
Micha faces the lady in red and breathes deep. She drops her coat and guns and raises her hand, eyes glowing a pale blue. She grabs one of the distorted trees with her hand and the corruption scatters, falling to her side as it returns. "Come and fight me yourself." She says, raising her hands at the lady in red.
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Post by lunarLunatic on Feb 29, 2016 21:31:16 GMT -8
͚̦͖͜"̦͓I͙̖s̞͚̫͓ ͔͇̩̫̠t̨̜͚̪ͅH̷̠̤̦̥͖▲t̜͉̜̼̟̼ ͖̥̗̣͙͙̠s̶̯̻̺͎̠̦̦Θ͙̖͙̭̘̪̞?̠͎̞̜̟̬͕"̰̲͍͕̣
She tilts her head sideways, immediately whatever she may have shot out disappears in a glitchy flash.
Slowly, she floats towards her enemy.
ͅ"̼C̖̗u̸̗͙̞r̯̀ị̟Θ͙͉̤̼̲͍͕u̠͔s̵̙e͉̱̤͇̖̯̼͡r͏͉̹͚ ▲̤̦͍n͉̰͜d̺͉͓̦̺ c͏͇̳͕ư̤̟͇͖r͕̰i̳͕̺͈̦ͅΘų̼͈̬̯̗̰͚s̳ͅe̮̳̯͙̙͚͖r͎͢.̵̫̫̺.̻̥̫.̮̳̱̭̲̤̝͡W̧̗͔̳h̤͍̖̮▲̦̝͎̕ͅt͇͕̪͍ ͔̟̩̥͚͜▲̡͔̜̟̼̘̦r͎̘̹E̳͈͘ ̢̱̩͔y͟Θ̡͖̘͙͇͎͔̰U̩̺̪͚̻.̼̘̻̤.̰̯̖.̮̥̻̺̮̺͝ͅ?̨͙"̛
The scenery ripples like water as she passes.
͕̣̠̤͙̱̼"͈̳̤Y̝̮̝͇̙Θ͇̱̭̺̬̮ụ̰̦͓̭͇͞ ͍̜͈̤̣̣̳t̢͖͍͖̫̣u̬̱r̰̦̰̤n̠̲͓̜̙ ̣̝͓͎̱▲̡̳l͍͔l̛ ̟͉͍͢t̸̻̯̞̝̜Θ͍̭͎̜͉̮̯ Z̯͙̘ͅe̢̲̼̠͇͓̳r̷͇͓̫o̢̦̠̱̰͓͚̥.̤͎͇̜̬͎͟.̰͖̳̫͈͟.̜̦̠ͅ"̀
She raises an arm...but does nothing as she comes closer.
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Post by metreu on Feb 29, 2016 21:39:09 GMT -8
Micha lands on the ground and hits her fists together. "Hey, I'm just here to fight. If you can't handle the zero, you best be returning my friend real soon."
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lunarLunatic
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Post by lunarLunatic on Feb 29, 2016 22:04:15 GMT -8
The lady in red chuckles. Still floating towards her, unhesitating.
"̸̬̰̹̳̥̺̦I̻̟̕ ̲̦̼̫͎d͚Θ̡͚ ̗̩̳̫̳n̻͓͔̘̲͕͡Θ̫̼͉͔̬͞t̰̱̙͈̘ ̞̟̱̜̥̠͓k̜̥̰͚͟n̴̥̜͓Θw̞̟̘͞ ̗Θ̩̗̺͎͜f͈͖̯̞̭̹͞ ̹▲̠̙̰̫̼̥n͇y͓͉͙̣̹͞ ̙̜̜f̷͇̘̩̳̩̦̻r̖̲͈̖̝i̝̱̳̫ͅé̖̲̲̥n̦͍̱̰͟ͅd̶̤̥̗̣̼ ̰͈̹͓͈̙Θ̘̭̩̱̣̼̝f̸̤͓̱ ̶̠͍y̜Θ̮̤̘̺̘̼u̖̭̺̼̕r̳̻̯̠͎̱̥s̴ ̰̫̞̤̣͈̕ͅt̞͙͎h̰̻̜̥͕͙▲̛t̝̱̣͍ ̻͈I̮̳̰̬̹͇ ͈̯h̢̟̤▲̷͙̩̥v̛͓̹̙̤̮̻̜e̮̼̻͡.̴͉̤͖͚͇͔̙.̺̫̮̙͓.͕͕͓̦Y̦͠Θ̞̖͉̜̪ͅu͞'̗̯r͏e͓̭͖̺̰ ̗̻͇̳̣̥m͚̖͉̳i͕̼͕̳̤͈ͅs̵̘͍̭̪̝̲͕t̟̪͓̥̳▲̦͖͎͚k̖̖e͈̯͝n͏̤̬̭̹̺̺ͅ.̜͉.̬̣̰̠.̷͈͖̝"̛̲͚͇̙̲͕̖
Her eyes are locked towards Micha, unblinking.
"̶B͖̻̳͓̘̬̬u͈̘̬̙̻̮t̛͉ ͕I͓̬̙͍͓͢ͅͅ'̥̪̥͙̲̭͚͘m̼͇͙̞̹͝ ̟̠͞▲͍̰̫ͅw̫̣͓̺͕̦̜͝f̙͖̻͔̲́u̖ĺ̫̺̹̘l̰y ̥̺̹͈̻c̪̲̲̹͚̘ṷri̜̹͇̭̜Θu͎̠͚̩s͓͍͉͕.̻̟͠.͚̬̟̤̜̥.̸"͉̣͔̟̕
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Post by metreu on Feb 29, 2016 22:14:47 GMT -8
Micha sticks her tongue out and smiles. "Wanna taste?" She runs towards the lady in red, her hands glowing with a pale blue light.
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Post by lunarLunatic on Feb 29, 2016 22:34:24 GMT -8
She giggles. Soon enough her voice slowly starts to become more and more incomprehensible, until it returns to what it used to be.
She starts to pick up speed, heading straight towards Micha, from her raised hand appears what looks to be a scythe.
"̧̅̓̐̅͗̏͆ͫ̽͜͞͏͚̭͎̫̬̺͉̤̫̖͎̀H̷̛͋͋̋ͪͮ̿̊̒̚҉̩̻̹̘͍͎̀Θ̣̰̻̘̭̠͓̠̝͍͍͉̹̯̖͂̈́̓͗̿ͧ͋̈̕͞ͅẄ̡̨͍̞͈̦̥̠͎́̃̽̈́͌̏̋̈́̉́̀͟ͅ ̷̸̣̭̻̗̹͈̞̮̿̿̔͌̿D̝͔̳̥͙͖̮̪̤̲̥̤̦̖͖̲̣͖͒͂̓̆͛͊ͪ̅͋ͥ̽͟͞͡͞͠▲̢̡̖̮̣̙̰̭̝̖̯̩̖̟̠̲̳̼͛͑̃̔ͤ̃̇̐̽ͤ̃̄ͤ͂͋̈́̏ͅR͑ͬ͌̕҉̧̩̲̹̱̟̖̮̼̙̙͙͟E̪̼̻̰̣̤ͨ̃͋ͫ̒̆͋ͮ̾̋̉ͫͯ͛̂ͪ͋͠ ̢͔̙̬͖͉̤̩̭̺ͤ̆̾͌́̈̍̉̕͟Ÿ̮̲̱̼̫̞̦̙́ͤ̇͆̍̇͌̌́͡͞Θ̴̢͔̘̖͇̯̰͈̩̰͓͆ͮ͒̓͊ͣͣU̶̫̦̟̩̥̺̬̜͒ͪͫ͑̿̾̉̏͐͋̎̄̊́̍̌̏ͭ̚̕͟ ̸̵͍͖̮̣̟̪̯͎̙̳͓̯̻͖͓̰̺̲ͮͭ́̈́̌ͭḤ̴̴̷̲̤͚̯̐͌̀̓ͬͦ̏Ư̛̘̥̞̟̮̮̤͉̥̙̩̟̣͍͑ͩ̈͛̍̊ͫ̎͗ͤͭͤͬ̾ͭ͆͢͠R͇͈͕̭̲̤̅̄̾̀̒̇͌ͧ͊͛͛̀̚͢͝T̴̸̸̨̩̱̺̖̣̼̰̻̠̺̩̫̔ͫͦ̇́̉̇̌̅ͨͥ̓̓ͯͬͧͬͪ͢ͅͅ ̸̈ͤ͋ͥ̊ͮͩ͡͏̖͔͔̝̟͕̥͜͝M͐͆͒ͤͫ̉ͩ̽̂̿͊ͬ̿҉̴̴̤̘̺̺͍̦Y̝̲̖͍̪̥̣̬̩̝̩͂ͦ̽ͭ̅̈͝͝ ̷ͤ̑̓ͭ̓̾҉͏͈͖͔̖̙Fͯ̄̓̔̑̍̌̏ͣ͗ͣ̚͡͏̱̙͍̬͚̗Ŗ̷̛̛̯̼͍̻͓͈̳͍̼͓͇̲̼̼̙̰̗̾̓ͯ͆̍̊̓ͪ̏̑̄͊̋̄̎̈́ͯͭͤĬ̧̀͂̒ͪͫͣ̈̃ͮ͛͊̓̚҉̬͙̫̰̣̝̘̗̖̮͕̘͎͉̳̟͍̠͡ͅE̴̛͕͙̘̩̦̤͙̩̰̤̳͓̦̠̼̯ͫ̎̉͛ͮ̑̏͑͐̊N͐̈́̆̒ͬͥ̃̇̿̽͑͑͌̂͐̚̚͏̩̦̮̘̕͠Ď̵̨̧̖͕̳̤ͩ͗ͯ̾̔̄̈̏̓ͮ̽̓̍̚͡,̡͓̦̺̖̱̯̲ͫ̀͐̈̀̓̿̇ͭͥ͟ ̧̡͑̒̄̏ͮ͌̉͜͏͏̲̙̺͕͈͓̯̞̗̜̩͙̯̻̱͇̮͙I͑̎̏ͬ̉ͣ̔̈́ͪ͏̧̬̹̜̳͉̝͚̙͍̖̞̟̥̺̘̪'̛̛͍͉̖͎̼̆̅̈̽͌̐̎̑̊̐̈͐̚͜L͐ͪ̽̑҉̷̵̨̧̬̦̥͔̤̜̦̠̗͍̟̻̞Ļ̘̞̰͎̳͕͎̼̟̠̲͚̦̰̥͇̝̯͕̓͗͂ͤ͒̑̒̐͐̽ͦ̆́̈͌̿ͤ̐̕͡ ̡̙̫̠̝̘̜̲̪͍͕͍̤̽ͧ̓̓ͤ͛̌͡M̢͍͕͓͎ͤ̾ͧ̏͑͑̊ͥ͋̽̇͑͑ͦ͂̃̕▲̧͙̪͓͔̺̟̻͍̬͍̞̯ͭ̍̌̋͆ͥ͆̇ͪ̌ͯ́̑ͦ̚̚͞K̠̰̮̪̺̖̤͉̝̪̤͍̝̾ͬͧ̓ͤ̋̈̓́̚Eͣ̎ͣ̃̉̈ͪ̏͏̶̙̺̫͖̲̺͉̺̹̮ ̷̨̻̤̜̘̦̺̬̞̬̜̬̳̤̠̬͖̿ͥ̇ͬ̑̿̍͒̀ͭ͛̎̿͗̈́͊̇Y̺̗̪͊̅͂ͦͭ̔́ͅΘ̷̧̟̫̪̠̏̈ͫ͗ͪ̎̓͛ͭ̌̎̆͒ͯ͊̏͋̓͠͝ͅŬ̠͙͉̱͔̻͗͋͌̐͗ͪͨͫͯ̍͌ͯ́̚͠͡ ̧̧͍͉̜̟̜̜̺̺̠̤͇̼̝̣̖ͩͮ̍̓̔͊ͫ͂̕͜P̢͇̟̟̯̘͖͍̱̗̤͈͔̱͍̾͌̒ͯ̆́͝ͅA̷̢̜̗̠͙͕̮̅ͪͤ͌̽̔̌̊ͭͦͬͤ͗̅͐̅ͭ̐Y̵͛̅̑̍̄ͦ͐͛̌҉͎̖̻̹͖͉̭͚̖̲ͅ!̴̫̱͈̭͍͔̥͕̦͍̼ͣ̂̎̿̒ͦ̓̇̾ͦ̒ͮ͑̎̓ͣ̓̽́!ͯ̀͗ͨ̉ͧ̈́͊͑̋̈́҉̻̫̟̺̥̜̠͚͞!̧̨̣̺̟̹͎̘̘̮͈̖̞͇̝ͯͣͯͪ͊̈̐̂́̾́ͥ͑ͥ͡ͅ"̸̨̢͙͖̰̩̝̜͖͕̞̳̮̮̰̯̅̆̔̿̈͟͟
She lightly glows a very pale purple as she picks up speed.
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Post by metreu on Feb 29, 2016 22:46:35 GMT -8
Micha runs at full speed, pulling her hand back into a fist, readying her punch. She swings her fist at the lady in red as she starts to come into range.
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Post by lunarLunatic on Feb 29, 2016 22:57:46 GMT -8
The lady in...red(?) lays low a little in an attempt to dodge as she swings her scythe, aiming for...Micha's heart? Maybe her arm. Everything's become so warped that it's hard to tell.
But the scythe is starting to look a little less like a scythe. The "blade" was too short...and not really all that sharp. It looked more like a staff with one wing.
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Post by metreu on Feb 29, 2016 23:20:46 GMT -8
Micha followed through with her punch, aiming for whatever. Any "corruption that comes in contact with her deteriorates with the sound of an A Sharp as a continuous hum. Micha didn't seem to mind the blades at all, just heading into an all out attack, throwing any punches she could at her opponent.
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Post by lunarLunatic on Feb 29, 2016 23:38:08 GMT -8
The girl's staff deteriorates into a swarm of butterflies before becoming nothing.
From what you see, you seem to have punched her straight through the chest, your hand is stuck.
Slowly, and like flame, parts of her burn up, while others shift.
No longer is the girl the girl in the red dress.
She was a little smaller, almost childlike. All of her was completely a light purple. Her dress and hair were completely different from what used to be.
What used to be long wispy hair was short, decorated with a tiny crown held in place with the help of a ribbon and her left horn.
What used to be a red, simple dress was something a lot more elaborate and frilly.
She looks at Micha. Her eyes are wide open, in an expression of shock. Despite her ghost...or rather, spritely appearance being one color, her mouth still drips with black.
The area where Micha's hand is in is also leaking this black substance.
Her mouth weakly moves.
"A-ah..."
She looks a little towards the right...as if something was there. But there wasn't anything there.
"I'm sorry...Ka-"
Her words were cut short as she quickly disintegrates.
Whatever she was, she's gone now. But the black substance in Micha's hand remains.
Though it seems that there's something in her hands now.
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Post by metreu on Mar 1, 2016 9:21:53 GMT -8
Micha slowly lowers her arms before bringing her hand up, looking at what was left behind...
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Post by lunarLunatic on Mar 1, 2016 9:50:47 GMT -8
What was left was a small clay figure. It's not very well made, looking as if someone with only basic clay modeling skills had made it.
It looked eerily similar to the girl in red, but rather than the red dress, it was as black as her hair. The timespace gear is shoddily painted on the chest area.
It's covered in cracks and almost looks like it could crumble at any moment, but it doesn't.
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Post by metreu on Mar 1, 2016 10:21:11 GMT -8
Micha raises the clay figure to her face a moment, just looking at it. She whispers "Forgive me..." before placing the clay doll in her dress pocket. Micha collects her coat and guns before heading back towards the rest of the crew.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Mar 2, 2016 0:10:45 GMT -8
Raphael is leading the army forwards along the path, arriving in the garden. Earlier he heard news that Thoren had fallen. No matter, he's already dead, it's not like he can get erased from something like that, right?
Either way, he can handle himself. In the meantime though, someone needs to get shit done around here.
Meanwhile, the rolling piano is finally catching up with the army. Mac is continuing to play the oddly familiar song, though has adjusted up to full tempo. Thoren is sitting by Rien's side. Figures he wouldn't be able to comfort her. But, there's not much he can do about it. He looks above at the cubes and the enigmatic fuchsia striker bashing against whatever implied wall is probably set up there. More enemies for later. He wonders what their weaknesses are. With so much damage that was done in the last battle, they will need to focus more on strategy from here on out.
With their presence known at this point, Jasper speaks up among the crowd.
"Hey, we picked up your fucking leader back there. You know, the one you left in the dirt? Yeah. Great job on that one, you pieces of shit."
Mac sighs. He's never known Jasper to be so... outspoken. Then again, most of the time he's known him, he was Chestnut.
Thoren glances at Jasper for a moment before standing up and speaking.
"Surprise bitches. I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me." Thoren puts his hands on his hips.
Raphael, hearing Thoren's relatively deeper voice, looks back over towards his way.
"Thoren? What the fuck man? What took you so long?" He yells back.
"Well fuck you too, raph. You knew I was on a fucking mission."
"And you fell flat on your face right afterwards. You know you can't fucking lead an army while you're that wasted!"
"IT DOESN'T MEΔN YOU LEΔVE ME ΔND THE IMPORTANT PERSON BEHIND, YOU LITTLE SHIT!"
"I hate you too, Thorn."
Raphael smirks and laughs. He knows himself too well. Thoren hops off the piano platform and makes his way to the front of the crowd. The seths quickly get out of his way, clearing a path.
Mac and Jasper just watch from the piano.
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