The yellow ringed entity, having waited inside of a box, in the corner of the meteor hideout, smirks. The amount of fear in the immediate area was at an all time high, and its ring was nearly at full charge. It barely had to do anything, and soon, it would make its way back into the void.
It contemplated shaping the fear it felt down below in order to create something that would store far more than the ring it had stumbled upon through the cursed games mechanics, and paused. Sure, it would be able to shape a lantern for the ring, but at the same time, it would annihilate the source of that fear.
But when did I ever care about that?
Last Edit: Mar 6, 2016 16:33:48 GMT -8 by frozenlake
Post by powerkitten on Mar 6, 2016 16:43:22 GMT -8
A boy appears next to Patrick, wearing shades and a Thief of Life god tier outfit. He wears two dark watches and a small headband with cat ears. "Patrick, what's got you looking so down?" The armored boy gets up with a start, he'd know the sound of his moirail Logan's voice anywhere. "L-Logan! I- I thought you died in the GigaReset. I... I failed them. The people I was hanging out with, I mean. W-we lived in a hideout on that meteor... the one getting destroyed because I-I wasn't strong enough to stop him." The Thief of Life quietly hugs the Heir of Hope, his moirail, holding the other boy close and letting him cry on his shoulder. Patrick hugs the other boy back tightly, barely able to see through his tears. The two hug it out for a while, before the real boy realizes... that the Logan here with him isn't real. "You aren't really here Logan, are you." "No, I'm not. I'm just a Figment of your brain, but that doesn't mean I can't still help you. You may not be able to save me, or The Hideout, but you can at least help Nichole. You can at least protect your friends." "But how? I'm just one player, and even The Whirlwind of Prospit doesn't have the forces to protect them from the threats." "I think you are forgetting something, Heir of Hope. With the entire command chain down to you KIA, you are the acting White King. Now, give way to The Spirit of the Hunt and fight for what is worth fighting for." His armor transforms into the shined Prospitian armor, with the startling new twist of a white crown molded into the helm. His eyes turn yellow, but instead of drawing out his claws, The Spirit of the Hunt reaches his hand out. The White King's Scepter materializes in his outstretched hand. He takes the Figment's hand with his other, and started to fly towards his friend. He instinctively flies into the spot where the bubble thickens, pushing through into The Lethean Dream proper with the imitation Logan.
Last Edit: Mar 7, 2016 9:30:44 GMT -8 by powerkitten: Remove more color abuse.
Post by VengefulEternity on Mar 6, 2016 18:16:19 GMT -8
The invisible figure sheds their invisibility.
A small girl in a cloak in a somewhat ridiculous length, covering most of her body. Her feet are bare, and her hair is littered with poppies. She turns to the other boy, her eyes are obscured, but have enough of a glow that you would assume this was a ghost.
"He's taking that 'Stage' out of the bubble. I'm not exactly sure what he's doing or why he's decided to do this now...But I have a bad feeling about him. And those crystals. Should I keep him from going out...?"
"Oh drat. It seems I've gone and finished." The troll stood up in his room. It had been a long time since interacting with anyone. A long time since his own safety felt compromised. Or maybe he was finally done reading the massive tome now closed upon the floor. Whatever the reason, he was up. He was unknown to anything outside of the meteor hideout itself, nor had he cared to listen to any chatter outside the room.
As he stood up it became apparent he should've paid more attention....The only sizable chunk of floor was the one he had been sitting on reading, and most everything else was free floating. "Hm, let's see who's nearby." He channels his life powers to sense the nearest life form. "A doctor's work is never done it seems." The troll, wearing his black suit and bright green tie floats through the crumbling meteor hideout. He can sense other life forms aside from the one he is headed to, but they are faint. He arrives at a large rectangular object, made of concrete, but mostly the underlying welded bits of metal were showing. Of all the people still here, this is certainly the one he wanted.
He equips an entirely white Halberd and slices an x into the side of the structure before kicking in the separated pieces to gain access. Upon entering, he see's his target. "Hmph, the Knight. What wasted potential being here." The troll rouses the person, a young man with medium length brown hair and a black and white hoodie. "ugh, who is it?" he complains, unknown to the situation. "Mr. Smoke, it is high time we begin to "book it." It isn't exactly safe here anymore. And that's an understatement." "What? Wait. What day is Remose?" The troll, Remose, shrugs at the question. "Just have a look outside, and then please get us out of this wretched place."
Post by flightlessicarus on Mar 6, 2016 20:55:19 GMT -8
Helen, continuing to grow this crystal stage, is beginning to feel strained as she reaches up into the thorn layer. But, she must do what she can, for the sake of her children. Most of them have fled, but she cannot quit now. She and the man of Absolute End reach the threshold. She launches and detatches a set of crystal spikes straight at the ceiling to clear the way and continues climbing up and out. Together, they breach the surface of the bubble. The crystal rose platform sits just above the bubble's swirling surface, being held up by a massive tower of spiked magic crystal. She needs to rest. The meteor below is beginning to fall apart under the strain. She sincerely hopes this ordeal will be worth it.
Meanwhile, a minute or two ago, Nil and the poppy-haired girl stand in the core chamber, everything rapidly falling apart around them. Nil listens to her suggestion and closes his eyes in partial resignation. "I don't think there's anything we can really do at this point..." He looks up at the growing, pulsating, blue crystal tower as it pushes on upwards. "We should get the fuck out of here. I don't want to be forgotten in a collapsing cave, and I doubt you want to be either." Whatever that strange man is planning, Nil certainly can't do much about it. He could use all of his power to try and nullify the meteor spirit, but he's not so sure about doing that. Is it really the best way to spend his cursed existence? He does only have one shot within him.
At this point, the conventional entrance to the cave tunnel is caved in beyond recovery. It seems there might be some flying room between the rock wall and the crystal tower, but not very much. They would have to wait until the tower stopped growing.
Nil looks down at his hands. Null crystals stick out of his knuckles, long dried blood where they had once emerged from the skin. He still remembers that fateful day when he took his father down with him. The pain from his horrid transformation still lingers. His soul was not meant to coexist with such a toxic ability. In truth, it feels like it was meant to destroy him. Yet somehow he's managed to persist.
"Do you think... I'd be able to make a difference at this point? Do you think any of us will?" he addresses the strange girl.
Omega's Flower reaches it's peak and the void around it seemingly recedes.
He opens his arms to the void. "This is what you've all been waiting for friends! Your terrible existence has now reached it's timely end... and the one you hide from me... I know he's here. I know that you have him..."
Omega glares into the void. "Tell his 'majesty' to come out and face me... that sorry excuse for a man has no where else to hide and will pay for his crimes against me..."
The void shifts under the light of the crystals and black, hideous tendrils reach down towards the flower.
Omega summons up the Brionac and stabs it into the crystal rose. Markings appear all over its surface and begin to glow brighter with a pale blue glow.
The awful tentacles descend from the void all around the meteor and the crystal rose.
A rather bright light begins to shoot off from a particularly green part of the orange planetoid towards the expanded platform jutting from the meteor's remains, leaving a glimmering trail in it's wake.
As the entity moves closer, two much larger feathered figures can be seen lagging behind. One carriers some kind of jutted together automaton, while the other is accompanied by a ghostly apparition. None of them seem pleased.
Post by flightlessicarus on Mar 6, 2016 23:33:48 GMT -8
Nil doesn't really believe her hopeful drabble, but it's the only thing he's got right now. So, he allows himself to pretend to believe. It doesn't work that well. He still wants to find a cause worth destroying himself over.
He tries to follow the girl into the puddle. Surprisingly, it actually works and he falls into it, wherever the fuck it leads to.
Meanwhile, Helen is stabbed with the Brionac and a scream reverberates throughout the bubble. This was not part of the plan... Nevertheless, she tries her best to hold herself together.
The encroaching horror terrors do not speak, they only come closer and start to attack the massive crystal rose stage.
Omega shakes his head. "Alright... then let's do this my way..."
The crystal lights up and starts sending out a pulse resonance, waves of pale blue light pulse out from the flower. When the light hits the Horror terrors, their slimy scaled skin breaks up and the flesh decays. The corruption spreads up their tendrils and begins to kill them slowly. They let out awful cries and screams as Omega just watches.
"Bring him to me! Bring me the Lord of Heart!" He yells out.
Post by VengefulEternity on Mar 7, 2016 10:31:57 GMT -8
The Poppy-haired girl and Nil inexplicably pop up on the shores of an island very, very close to the collapsing meteor.
The girl stares at what is happening, her mouth in a clear frown.
"Whatever that man is doing...I fear that it may intensify and endanger all in this bubble...But I cannot do a thing about it. Coppelia must be terrified right now too, considering she sent so many specters to keep guard..."
Post by flightlessicarus on Mar 7, 2016 11:32:13 GMT -8
Nil is confused as all fuck right now, half listening to poppy girl and other half trying to gather his bearings. Some sort of island, likely rooted in the grand illusion. Up above, the very much authentic meteor is cracked in half pretty much, with a crystal spire reaching up beyond what can be reached. With a frame of reference found, Nil seems satisfied with his location.
But now that he and this girl are safe for the moment, what now? They're both (probably, it's hard to tell with her)already dead, so not much to worry about there. They could just stay around here if they wanted to and watch the whole thing crash and burn, but to Nil, it seems like an unsatisfying conclusion. Still, the result feels inevitable.
"So, what do you think we should do? There's not a whole lot we can pull off in this shitstorm." Nil sighs in slight frustration. Why does he still care?