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Post by togetic on Apr 5, 2016 23:37:32 GMT -8
Kek stares down at his own unconscious body, it's now more or less "fine" as much as you can be after being impaled and losing a ton of blood but it's blocking the doorway as dead weight. He then he gazes over to the woman in white, giving off a shrug.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Apr 6, 2016 0:30:17 GMT -8
A few of the seths, that have managed to get back up, get into action to pull kek's body out of the way. They'll be glad to see when the invader finally leaves them alone.
Meanwhile, the storm has cleared and the entire mindscape seems to be bathed in a red glow right now.
It's as if the essence of time itself flows through the cracks between moments.
It is currently 1:22 AM, Wednesday, April 6, 2016.
On Korous, from Alpha Seth's vantage point, it is currently the 49th day in the Second dirtball transit of the Fifteenth year since the Temporic's supposed cultural emergence, Three 'o clock in the afternoon.
All visitors and occupants of this place know this as truth now.
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Post by powerkitten on Apr 6, 2016 6:56:46 GMT -8
Patrick and Kcirtap feel the calling of their aspects. Patrick greedily accepts the feeling of Hope, losing the feeling of loss that had built up in his chest. However, Kcirtap adamantly refuses the call of Rage. She must stay calm. The two of them walk into the LoIaR HQ.
Ahh, Hope. What a wonderful feeling.
Humph, better than you being all scared.
.won yrgna teg t'nac ...mlac yats ot toG
▽・ｗ・▽ ereh sdneirf emos ekam yllatot nac eW !uoy ni eveileb I !patricK ti od nac uoY
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Post by raz on Apr 6, 2016 8:32:07 GMT -8
The scourge's attack triggers a minor explosion that shatters the barrier, the shield fending off some force of it but all the same impacting with enough power behind it to send Raine flying back. Crouching it prepares to following up for the kill but noticing something it whips around to face Aperture's incoming strike, lashing its hand out to catch the incoming crystal.
Or so it thinks.
The crystal, fast as it is, embeds cleanly in its hand, the thing letting out a rending scream as its arm erupts in spasms and the static of the area picks up in intensity. Distortion colors the area in an off-tint, the ground at its feet indenting as it lifts its good arm to hold its twitching limb, crystals erupting from below the skin with growing frenzy as it lifts its head it a horrendous skyward scream. The black flames scattered around the makeshift arena swirl back into it now, static and scattered particle fragments of what used to be ghosts likewise making an epicenter of its body as it exerts a terrific point of gravity sucking in everything in the room. Any loose sources of power, free-floating magical orbs or attacks, and ghosts especially feeling the pull toward the cluster of static, black flame and crystal engulfing the scourge's being, the only thing louder than it the distorted howls ringing from some awful place.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Apr 6, 2016 11:21:00 GMT -8
Dozens of weary and immobile seths are sucked into the abyss. Those with energy remaining to struggle let out one last cry as their souls are permanently erased.
Schrodinger, barely holding on, is sucked into the black hole and is destroyed by the gravitational forces... again.
Except this time for good.
Nil seems to be nowhere to be seen, save for the unmarked gravestone he was holding, now on the ground.
Most of the seths still able to move are evacuating out to the grassy field. The temporal supercharge aura covering the area not inside the castle seems to calm most of the seths down to a degree, though considering the stakes, it's only natural they would be on edge.
"WHO THE FUCK THREW THAT?!"
"I don't know, but they better get it the fuck out of here."
"But HOW?!"
"I don't know, but I do know we need to protect Alpha Seth from this shit. We can't let that fuckface destroy his mind!"
"That doesn't fucking solve our problem! How do we stop this ass goblin from growing anymore?!"
[Seth count: 280/520]
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Post by powerkitten on Apr 6, 2016 12:07:41 GMT -8
*Aperture's unactive form is easily pulled into the black hole, the AI "dying" for a second time.
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Post by lunarLunatic on Apr 6, 2016 12:33:04 GMT -8
Raine gets knocked away by the heir's attack, but it wasn't enough to knock her out. She slowly gets up, only to see that the heir has become a vortex of destruction.
A multitude of souls get sucked into it, their anguished wails echoing through the castle.
The rest assist each other at evacuating the castle. Zwei's soul manages to hold on to Raine tightly enough not to be sucked in.
"This thing is worse than the thing outside..."
"Oh god...If that thing gets bigger, then Seth's mindspace will..."
"I...I might be able to move this thing away...Or might have...if this place was the Lethean Dream. Not to mention it's encased in a physical object, which makes splintering this area into a smaller, isolated bubble almost impossible..."
Raine turns her head. If Zwei wasn't holding on to the back of her cape, she would notice the desprate look on her face.
"Can't you try it anyway...?"
"That will risk this place ending up like our Dream...It can't be done, we'll lose everything if it goes wrong...We have to get out of here."
"But...!"
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Post by frozenlake on Apr 6, 2016 16:03:12 GMT -8
FLord grabs onto one of the support beams of the ballroom they had been in.
Looking down at the Tattered Heir, he thinks.
"Okay blackhole wait hawking radiation not a black hole except a seth just got spagettified so blackhole with no hawking radiation no too big, also where did the mass energy come from... gap in spacetime maybe okay uh what can I do to stop it"
Mind racing, he goes through multiple possibilities, before eventually...
"god bless cave johnson and aperture science"
FLord holds out a hand, a grenade appearing in it, before dropping it in.
Only later he would look it up and find out the truth, but for now, he believed that the miniature german stick grenades would stop the hole.
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Post by metreu on Apr 6, 2016 20:08:49 GMT -8
The woman in white stands against the pull of the vortex. She suddenly feels a very deep wound in her heart.
She turns towards the door, eyes widening. The lady in white steps towards the door but feels the vortex tearing at her wings and body. She needs to get out there... she needs to be there!
The lady in white turns towards the tattered heir and draws out a glowing Brionac sword and spreads her wings. She stabs it into the ground and pulls material from all around her, creating more versions of the sword. Her wings turn transparent and host what looks like the stars in a night sky. They bend around her and sweep away the swords, making them vanish from around her.
The swords reappear, this time in an attempt to pierce the tattered heir from all angles.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Apr 6, 2016 23:56:08 GMT -8
Meanwhile, deep below the surface... A dark room has become lit. A blazing red flame occupies the center of the room. There is a thin glowing thread trailing off from it. A form is projected upon the flame. It is Thoren.  Thoren stands there in the center, burning brilliantly. For some odd reason, his projected form has horns. He doesn't seem to be paying any attention to anything but the happenings outside. The main screen is displaying a man brandishing a gun against the core of a terrible beast, surrounded by the ghosts of those that beast had personally claimed. Null users, all of them. |
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Post by raz on Apr 7, 2016 8:17:36 GMT -8
An explosion. A rain of blades. Static and flame. The remnants of the newly slain dead. The epicenter everything forms flashes black and white with growing speed, a swirl, a distortion in space that removes the scourge from view. Shortly even its screams fade out, the low hum of the distortion all that remains as it begins to expand.
And suddenly the force it exerts stops.
The swirl crackles, tug on the area resuming at a far lower pace now, as the distortion seemingly struggles to expand further, surface bubbling and shifting as if trying to escape some invisible confinement. But it fails, shrinking inward as if depressed at multiple points on its surface. The distortion lifts like that, sparks running along its surface as it moves to reveal legs. Arms. The tattered heir, head thrown back and mouth agape wordlessly as the distortion, an odd lump of it engulfing its arm, swirls into a compact orb, the Heir lifting its head to swallow it whole. Tilting its head away it looks to the arm with a tilted head: crystals embed through the skin around the wrist, forming something akin to a natural bracelet. Wordlessly it lifts its arm and opens its mouth to bite into them, crunching them down with its sharpened teeth and swallowing before turning its arm to bite through and devour every one until it's bare.
Without that distortion in the way it becomes clear that something is different... Its hood, eternally up until now, lies at its back, revealing its piercing gaze more fully. Where the other eye should be... Nothing. It's hair and skin an unnatural pale color, messy sheer white hair that reaches its neck and pale tinted faint green skin. Even its face is covered in stitches as if barely held together. And its expression... Stark. Eye moving from Raine, to Nora and the woman in white, then to their surroundings.
Opening its mouth it lets out a raspy breath, head lolling to the other side as slumps, arms hanging like lead.
"This place.... stinks.... reeks of him...."
From its back two crystals erupt, then two more from each of them. And more, a pillar of crystals forming jaggedly upward reaching six yards high before they begin shattering from the base upward, revealing two... what can best be described as chains of bubbling black mass ending in five large hooks arranged almost like hands to their arms. The scourge lifts its head as the two hands move backward, piercing through, seemingly, space itself and running outward in two opposing direction slashes that tear two immense gashes of static in the air.
"No matter how many......... not enough...... so this place.......... e̛̩͍̩̭̖̹ͪͧͩ͊͒ͭͥv̓̀̀͏̲̜͘e͛̌̏ͮ̄͆҉͚̹͟r̬̤͎̈ͨ̍ͫ̐ͩ̊ͅy̷̢͍̻̦̣͎̜̠͓̦ͤ͋͒ ̨͚̲̂͌͋̋̈́̀͟f̸̴̤̠ͦͦ͆ͪ̄i̠̳̟̱̹̪͖͑͌lͩ̾̑̔ͮ́͏̱̖͚t̴͚̥̖̗̺̘̺̊̌̋h̻̝͍̐͋ͯ̄́͌͗̀͝y̛̘ͫ̂ͤ̇ͪͦ̚͟ ͫ̋͏̧͇̗̪͈̣͜m̨ͮͬ̈́̿̾̊̅҉̙͔̞͖̰͕̩͝ǐ̡͙̖͕̩̺̩͓̏͂̆̃̀r̺̩̣̯͖͍͛̅̾ͥ̾͑̌̕͡r͓͍̥̖̽̈́͗̾ͧo̤̗͍̼̮͚̜̠̱̅̃ͧͬ̓ͣ͘r̝͔̱͚̳ͤͫ if i have to......"
From the two divides in space, a storm of steel, plastic, every material under the sun. Innumerable weapons, blades, spears, axes, fishing rods, tables, guns, weapons from every conceivable strife specibi and many more inconceivable ones. A storm of too many weapons to count burst forward from each hole, one battering the wall of the dome and another the ceiling and nearby supports.
"disä̷̹͈̠̰̰̩̼́̔̓͋͐̇̑̈͑p̷͎̟̊́̇̌̔̆͐͐̀͝p͈̦͉̬̖̤ͯ͗ͫ̉̇͜͠ear̠̬̮̘͇̠̀"
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Post by lunarLunatic on Apr 7, 2016 10:08:06 GMT -8
Raine staggers back as the heir reforms from the vortex, using her mace to deflect anything flung her way.
"What...the hell...Is that...? And did it just...eat a soul....?"
Raine could feel Zwei tremble.
"Zwei...I need you to go to the others. I can't risk you being collateral damage for what I'm about to do."
"But-!"
"I'm not going to die here, I refuse. And I'm not letting this place be wrecked. Now go!!"
The soul flees as quickly as it could.
"You think you can just barge in here...causing a massacre..."
Whatever that unnatural, patchwork monster is, she can't let it past here. She can't let it destroy this place.
As the heir unleashes their unforgiving barrage of weaponry, she dashes forward, making a beeline towards the heir. She does her best to pick up speed, deflecting any and all weaponry that might come her way.
"...Ruining my moment of happiness...and expect to let things go your way!?"
A weapon grazes past her defense, creating a gash in her left arm. She winces, but proceeds on.
"I won't allow it...I refuse to let you do what you please! The only thing dissappearing here..."
As she gets closer, she positions her mace in a way that's not unlike a battering ram. A few more weapons cause some close calls but she refuses to let herself be stopped.
There are people she wanted to protect.
And she sure as hell refuses to die knowing that this bastard is still here.
"...is you!!!"
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Post by adorablesleep on Apr 7, 2016 12:03:15 GMT -8
Noticing Raine start charging towards the heir, Nora changes her focus to something else, her blood sword losing its form and dripping to the ground. She puts up a defensive shield around Raine and boosts her power, erecting a weaker shield around herself and the woman in white to mitigate some damage.
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Post by metreu on Apr 7, 2016 12:20:37 GMT -8
The woman in white rushes forward, turning into murder of crows that surround Raine. "Let me be your wings!"
The crows turn into two large black wings that soar Raine from the ground, giving her incredible speed.
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Post by lunarLunatic on Apr 7, 2016 13:06:32 GMT -8
A strange figure peeks in from the hall, but leaves as quickly as they entered when noticing the hail of weaponry.
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