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Post by mystery on Mar 11, 2016 14:48:32 GMT -8
The audience gasps in fear. The guards momentarily freeze up. Even the buff one hesitates from his brutal task. The MC, however, just glances over at her, seemingly unphased.
"Do you really think your anger will save these intruders? Answer me this: why do you associate yourself with such rubbish, First Temporic Elsey?"
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Post by frozenlake on Mar 11, 2016 16:41:12 GMT -8
It had been a simple matter to have gotten the nanobots on everyone. All of them, or nearly, with those who had not having visited, or been visited by those who had been to Charcherry Village. He typically kept the nanites in a hibernative state, in order to prepare for scenarios where he couldn't simply manipulate events through certain ad popups, or in more extreme cases, a quick message, possibly forged, or slightly edited from someone else's conversation. However, this was a moment, where it seemed time itself was working against him, restricting him from changing things in regards to it at earlier points. However, at this exact moment, he could do something, and did.
He directed the nanites on Seth to replicate, using segments of the arm bones of the guard that was choking him as the raw resources to do so.
He just hoped that the guard wouldn't die from the shock. He might seem cruel right now, due to his current position, but he was just a man following orders. And broken bones would heal with time.
The main cultist would suffer much worse though, after a few of the nanites managed to tear paths through the floor and get to him. He could stand to actually lose a limb or two.
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Post by mystery on Mar 11, 2016 20:40:30 GMT -8
The tough guard notices a rather odd pain in his arm. It just doesn't feel right. Suddenly, his arm, holding Seth in place, breaks in a few places, surprising and horrifying him. He tries to grasp Seth's horns as his broken arm is failing him, but only the hand of the intact arm manages to get a good enough grip to pull at one of his horns. It snaps off with a resounding CRACK!
Blood begins gushing from the wound where his horn was.
The guard is too busy wincing at his broken arm to do anything about the literally fallen heir on the ground.
Meanwhile, the ceremony master, busy taunting and questioning Elsey's choices in friends, seems to be doing a good job at ignoring the excruciating pain of his legs slowly being consumed by nanites beneath his robe. But, soon enough, his legs can no longer hold his weight and he collapses to the floor, bleeding profusely.
The audience is in shock. One of them screams. A few in the back rows get up to book it out of the room. Their charismatic leader has fallen to a mysterious ailment. Had he angered the voice of time? Was this the work of the First Temporic?
Panic ensues through the aisles as the audience collectively looses their cool.
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Post by lunarLunatic on Mar 11, 2016 21:17:49 GMT -8
"Shut your mouth. How dare you talk to my best friend and her friends that way."
Elsey gives him a look of disdain as she flips her hair. Despite the fact that she's still angry, she's managed to cool down a little bit.
"I don't believe that you've heard anything about me, aside from what that ungrateful brat known as 'The Voice of Time' had apparently given you, but allow me to give you the truth of my origins."
Her fragmented wings flicker a little before starting to show....What looks to be a blurred projection of a hornless girl. A Human. It's hard to see from such a small area. It doesn't seem that Elsey is aware that this is happening.
"I was born, created from two concepts. Though I may debate that there may be three. The image of an inky black maiden, and the image of a symbol of hope, a magician of infinite potential. Created by the heart of a girl whom only dreamed of happiness. My dearest friend. The one you seem to call a 'heartbreaker'. She raised me with utmost care and compassion."
Elsey lowers her head. "But to tell you my tale, would mean telling you her's as well. Rather. Several versions of her."
Her wings glitch again, blurred images flash by. Blood. Ink. A pale sickly face. A garden of roses. A checkerboard. A tea party. A tea party in ruins. Impalement. A girl with wings. A Black Prince. A ruined castle. A flaming forest.
"Again, and again, and again. She was pushed down, knocked over. Betrayed. Abused. Fell into a darkness that no light could reach. And even then, she loved me almost like a sibling would...despite how different I looked...Despite my resemblance to the person that caused her great pain. The one you've hurt was no different. She loved everyone dearly. She had even tried to make peace the person who had taken everything from her."
A final image, a girl reaching over to something indescribable, before the image glitches and her wings return to their usual, but still fragmented form.
She looks up at the crowd. Her eyes hold sorrow.
"Do you think that I would just abandon her so easily?"
She looks back at the group and notices the two that are apparently being attacked from a mysterious source.
A look of horror flashes from her face as she raises her right hand up, using magic to lift up whatever was afflicting them. She balls that hand into a tight fist and crushes whatever it was....or they were.
"Who the fuck is trying to attack while I'm TRYING TΘ EXPL▲IN SHIT HERE!? WH▲T THE FUCKING HELL, IS THIS CH▲RLES' DOING ▲GAIN!? I'M GONNA KILL THAT MOTHERFUCKER FOR RUINING MY SPEECH!!!"
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Post by togetic on Mar 11, 2016 21:31:02 GMT -8
Nak stops at the portal's maw once the yelling and commotion starts up again, de-voiding he puts his head in his hands as best possible with neither true hands nor a round face.
"STOP. Dumb scream, edge scream all scream!! Tell hornpersons god lame, weak baby easy killed before, give planet to nak go find horntime easy plan, go."
He paces around waving his hands at all the cultists who remain both concious and not eviscerated.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Mar 11, 2016 21:48:25 GMT -8
Seth is on the ground, trying not scream from the pain of having one of his horns fucking ripped off. He has his hand covering it, though the blood is still trying to drip past. Has it been mentioned how fucking painful it is?
Despite what one might think, horns like the type Seth has are much more similar to thick, mostly hollow antlers in terms of anatomy, sans the ability to branch.
Between trying to tie his scarf around his horn stump to lessen the bleeding and cringing at the pain, it's difficult for him to focus on anything outside of his own current problems.
He does hear Elsey's speech though, and it seems to change his mind about her.
She's only a nightmare out of necessity, and would defend Kat to the end and back, something he can respect and relate to.
It would be nice if somebody could patch up his snapped horn though. That would be nice.
...wait, fuck, Kat's gone! He has to go after her! But the pain is too much. If he could, he would use the last bit of his reserves to heal himself, but unfortunately it only works on metaphysical wounds, not regular physical ones.
He doesn't have nearly enough power to try anyways.
At least the scarf seems to be working as a barrier, so that's at least something.
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Post by mystery on Mar 11, 2016 22:26:37 GMT -8
The MC, never having been told of this outcome, is legitimately shocked at his current predicament. He cannot will himself to speak against the First Temporic and her obvious lies. This was not apart of his script. His fans are fleeing and his legs are bloody ground hamburger.
This is the worst day of his life. Even worse than the days of his childhood when he was picked on for having his thumbs on the wrong sides of his hands. He was able to conquer bullying, but he feels he will not be able to conquer such a succinct humiliation.
"...Why... why did this happen?" The ceremony master, crumpled onto the ground, finally finds the strength to speak.
> N▲NΘM▲CHINES, SΘN.
"...What?"
> TINY RΘBΘTS ▲TE YΘUR LEGS.
> HΘNESTLY, DESPITE THE F▲CT TH▲T YΘU WERE ΘNE ΘF MY F▲VΘRITES, I'M NΘT ▲S M▲D ▲S I SHΘULD BE ▲T WITNESSING YΘUR FIN▲L MΘMENTS.
"...I'm, going to die here?!"
> IT H▲PPENS TΘ ▲LL ΘF US. DΘNT GET SΘ HUNG UP ΘN IT.
> IF IT ME▲NS ▲NYTHING, I ▲PPERICI▲TE EVERYTHING YΘU'VE DΘNE FΘR ME.
> YΘU'VE BEEN ΘNE ΘF THE MΘST CΘMPETENT CHΘSEN ΘNES ΘUT ΘF THE BUNCH.
The ceremony master is in tears. He had fulfilled the most honorable duty any mortal could ever ask for. And to him, that's all that really matters.
"...Thank you..."
> YΘU'RE WELCΘME, V▲LGEΘFF. M▲Y YΘUR GR▲IN F▲LL GR▲CEFULLY INTΘ THE ▲BYSS.
And with that, the ceremony master loses consciousness as he lays still in a pool of his own blood, with a fading smile upon his face.
If he isn't dead now, he will be very soon.
Meanwhile, those in the audience that had not fled immediately were entranced by Elsey's story. Being devout followers of a group that indoctrinated its followers into believing that the Girl Who Broke His Heart was evil, and then seeing her softer side, along with those that care about her, they seem to be questioning their beliefs. At very least, they are amazed at Elsey's magical prowess.
> ...SERIΘUSLY? THESE CHUMPS ▲RE BUYING INTΘ ELSEY'S SHIT?
"Well, the leader just lost his legs and probably his life, and she's got a fancy tv on her wings." Chauffeurn mumbles from the audience, blending in with their own generic cultist robe on.
> WELL WH▲TEVER, I DIDN'T NEED THEM ▲NYW▲YS. I H▲VE ▲CTU▲L CHΘSEN ΘNES TΘ LE▲D ▲NYW▲YS, INSTE▲D ΘF THESE RICH PΘSERS.
Chauffeurn sighs. They just want this night to be over so they can get some sleep or something.
This day has been far too long.
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Post by lunarLunatic on Mar 11, 2016 23:05:36 GMT -8
After calming down from another outburst...Elsey looks at the Ceremony Master as he bleeds out. Her face holds an expression that is part disgust...and part pity.
"If my friend were here, you would have probably lived a little longer...But aye, there's the rub. Sink into the depths of endless sleep, unaware that your precious Voice of Time has already moved on to another loyal pawn."
She looks to the vortex where the Maid took Kat. Then to the cultists that are apparently still here.
"...Now that I've told you my tale...You may go with that however you please. You may choose to forget all about it...Or you may take this as a sign to change for the better. Release yourself from the shackles of control and live. But that's all up to you."
She gives the audience a sincere smile.
"But as for my friends and I...We have a precious friend to rescue."
She skips on over to Seth and tries to help him up, offering him a vial of clear liquid.
She whispers, "Drink this...It'll numb the pain for a while...But we have to get a move on. The faster we get Kat back, the sooner we'll get that fixed."
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Post by flightlessicarus on Mar 11, 2016 23:15:46 GMT -8
Seth accepts the assistance and is helped back up. He chugs the drink down.
He doesn't care if it's dissolved asprin or vodka, he just wants the pain to go away.
"...Thanks. Let's... get going."
Seth slowly walks towards the vortex, waiting for the drink to take full effect.
He really hopes Kat's still alive, wherever or whenever she's at.
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Post by lunarLunatic on Mar 11, 2016 23:56:12 GMT -8
Whatever it was, it tasted a little like a weird mix of lemon, mint, and vanilla.
There's a tingly sensation that goes on in his body, but slowly concentrates on where his wound is after a few seconds. Eventually, the tingling sensation goes away and the pain is a lot more dull.
Elsey stays behind him as they walk to the vortex.
There is a thought deep inside her that things will only get worse from then on, but she shakes it off.
She'll get her friend back.
Even if she has to fight for her.
But now...to wait for the others.
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Post by SJmun on Mar 12, 2016 0:06:03 GMT -8
Niki takes the opportunity to double-elbow backwards at the guard that is trying to pin her, currently stunned by various other things. She attempts to roll and kick her way out from under. It takes quite a bit of time and effort, but with all the crazy stuff happening around her, it seems there's plenty of time for her to do her own thing.
Eventually she gets out from underneath the guard and kicks them in the face.
"Hey Fannie, we're going after Kat now. If you're joining us, I'd suggest hurrying up. ➜"
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Post by mystery on Mar 12, 2016 0:38:26 GMT -8
Fannie looks up from her phonebook assault, which seems to have taken an incredibly long time, but she's managed to down the remaining guards at this point.
"...you are?" she blinks and looks around the place. Half the audience is gone or leaving, the master of ceremonies is DEAD, there's knocked out guards all over, a broken horn is on the ground, and the First Temporic is just about to walk into the Maid's red vortex with the Fallen Heir, who seems to have gone through a lot in the past few minutes.
It seems her chances of getting any answers about that incident a while back are pretty slim, especially with the MC reduced to a bloody hand puppet on the ground.
She doesn't really have much else to do but follow these strange people that have elbowed their way into her life. It's at least better than crying about the end of the world, that's for sure. And maybe if she sticks around enough, perhaps she could gain their favor and they might spare her from the end with their divine abilities.
"Alright, I'm coming."
She takes a deep breath and walks down the aisle towards the vortex, holding her battered phonebook under her arm.
Something tells her this is going to be a long week...
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Post by togetic on Mar 12, 2016 1:10:30 GMT -8
Watching the crowd disperes without acknowledgement and the rest of the party roll around with the rest of their business, Nak gives out his half dozenth sigh of the day and follows on behind the crew.
"...Ok? Go n-"
Seth's snapped off horn catches his eye and his claws shoot out to nab it before anyone else can claim the prize.
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Post by SJmun on Mar 12, 2016 7:58:35 GMT -8
Niki takes a moment to type something out onto the message board from her phone. In mere minutes, she seems to have gotten a reply. She decides to test the vortex out before jumping into it.
Niki uncaptchas one of her spare prosthetic legs and chucks it into the vortex. It disappears in a red afterimaged silhouette, just as Kat and the maid had.
Honestly, she isn't really all that much surprised.
"It looks safe. Let's get going now. ->" she stands there facing the rest of the party before preparing to step into it.
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Post by frozenlake on Mar 12, 2016 9:10:34 GMT -8
A small collection of remaining nanobots, invisible to human eyes, make their way onto Niki, making incredibly small collections near her heart on both sides. Best to have an emergency shield, just in case.
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