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Post by flightlessicarus on Apr 8, 2016 21:20:46 GMT -8
Thoren can feel the danger rising. He can't wait for answers.
He has to save her.
Thoren pulls out his scythe and tears a temporary rift in midair. He jumps into it.
Thoren leaps out of a rift high in the air in Timespace castle. The detail level of the area has been restored, but appears to have jagged polygons noticeable in places.
"STΔY ΔWAY FROM HER!"
Thoren falls and lands on his feet, quickly dashing towards the tattered heir, brandishing his scythe, which has caught fire in his furious protective rage.
He attempts to slash a wide arc against the intruder, leaving a fiery trail behind it.
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Post by powerkitten on Apr 8, 2016 21:27:55 GMT -8
Katie appears in the Dream Dome on the other side of the beam from Thoren, apparently she just went back to sleep. She quickly takes in the situation.
Alright, let's see. We've got Thoren rushing in to take this fucknuggets blast that's aimed right for... MICHA?!? And.. Raine is behind her? I don't know who this staticy bastard thinks he is, but no one attacks the ghost of my girlfriend and fucking lives.
Katie quickly dives towards the Heir. Sure, she was being ignorant of the fact that the woman in white isn't Micha, but whatever the reason is, she's going to fuck this asshat up.
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Post by lunarLunatic on Apr 9, 2016 0:45:53 GMT -8
It seems that Antheia has fallen asleep.
Strange, but a normal occurrence for her. Peacefully unaware of the current situation.
Raine, however, was in dire straits.
She could barely move, taking most of her energy just trying to get up. She lost her glasses, everything was a blur.
She could clearly see the Woman in White, shielding her from...something? It's hard to discern. It was dark...static-like...
There was a blur, another figure. A familiar voice. It was Thoren.
This situation has turned from bad to worse.
She calls out desperately, her voice is heavily strained: "Don't! It's not after me! It's after you-!"
A fit of coughing. She wipes her mouth to see a mixture of red and black.
Of all times she had to be weak, why now!? When the person she was protecting is there trying to protect her, not knowing that he's the real target...
It was a trap, and she was the bait.
Another desperate action, trying to get up. She was only met with more pain.
Everything in her vision started to become a swirl of muddled colors...She could barely stay awake.
All she could do now was cry as her eyes slowly close on their own.
Zwei could sense the negative energy.
Her amorphous form stretches out a glob of black goop resembling a wall and quickly becomes a thick wall of rosevines, heavily enchanted with defensive magic as the lasers pass through.
Her abilities weren't as strong as they were in her Dream, but they were still in peak form.
She speaks, her voice almost completely different from her usual one. It was ethereal, with a hint of glitchy noise that trails off with each hard sound she makes.
"This may as well be our death march, but don't let that stop you. We are here to defend Raine and her friends at all costs. We have to secure the happy ending that they have been desperately fighting for. If that means embracing oblivion, then so be it."
She seemingly turns to the group of souls.
"If you wish to preserve your own existences, then I will not stop you from turning back."
None of them move an inch. Ciel, who was wearing an expression of disdain until now, smiles.
"To think that you would actually think of something else other than revenge...I say that experience with 'the null' or whatever they call it seemed to be a wake up call for you...You've changed."
"...Perhaps it did...But that's something for later." Zwei turns back, the wall of roses melting back into goop as the danger passes.
"Heh. Let's settle all this later. That is, if you last that long!" Ciel unsheathes her sword and looks beyond to where everything is. The others also take out their weapons.
"To a happier fate." The odd girl mutters.
The rest repeat the phrase in unison, and begin to pour out into the room.
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Post by frozenlake on Apr 9, 2016 3:38:52 GMT -8
FLord managed to get out of the attack, but falls to the ground after getting to a safe location. His stat mods have worn off.
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Post by togetic on Apr 9, 2016 6:06:49 GMT -8
Kek's conciousness form equips his body with the PHOENIX GARB, protecting himself from the magical flames physically but burning up his conciousness-form and causing him to re-awaken.
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Post by frozenlake on Apr 9, 2016 9:06:11 GMT -8
In the depths of the dome, the Rogue begins to laugh.
"...so this is how it ends... huh... ahaha̧̗h̕a̤̗̠̜h̯̺̜̯͚͕a҉͈̼̤..."
"...No. It can't. I̙̟̹̹͝t̷̠̩͙̭̞ ̺̞͖̤c͔͎̯̠a̟̯̬̻̼n҉̪͓'̩̪͖̠̮͇͡ͅt̥͟.͝ ҉͈͚̣̤̺I̹͠█T̷͍ ҉C̲̟̳̀█N͟'̧̻T.͚͙̭̳̘"
"I̹͠█T̷͍ ҉C̲̟̳̀█N͟'̧̻T KILL ME!!!"
Flakes of the rogue break off, as the main form statics more and more.
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Post by raz on Apr 9, 2016 10:06:56 GMT -8
Thankfully for all defenders the sweep passes without lingering, satisfied without deviating from that. It takes everything Zwei and the woman in white have to ward off the wave of destruction but they weather it nontheless, the heir holding its weapon at the ready to fend off the incoming attacks as the limbs at its back digging into the ground behind it for some unseen purpose. Soon enough it becomes clear: the creature weaves through and deflects most incoming attacks, every wound that might hit its mark catching nothing but air as those appendages jerk it out of the way like a ragdoll on strings.
Every jerky dodge of that ilk is followed by a rush forward, black flames trailing its weapon as it sweeps it on an arc centered on the attacker but liable to catch any nearby as well. When another Seth makes himself apparent the thing's expeession harshens before its eyes widen, fingers twitching as he closes in with a flaming attack.
"you...!!!..! Y OU!!!!!!!!!"
Screeching it lifts its stave in an upward clefting strike to deflect, expression twisting as the limbs on its back come down with a pair of pounding strikes behind, then centered on him. Independant of them it charges forward with a thrust.
"because you.....Be CA us OF Y O U E V ERY ON E.... EV E R YO NE.......!!!!!!!!"
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Post by frozenlake on Apr 9, 2016 12:16:22 GMT -8
FLord blinks for a moment, realizing something.
Sword disolving back into dream essence, FLord forms an... incredibly crude looking knife. A shiv, even.
And then he charges at the Seth, plunging it in.
Unknown to everyone else... this was the healing shiv. Probably could be used to fake it enough though.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Apr 9, 2016 12:33:55 GMT -8
Thoren slows down time and leaps out of the way of the various attacks to the side, then resumes normal speed.
"I DON'T HΔVE TIME FOR YOUR SHITTY SOB STORY. YOU DON'T FUCK WITH MY FRIENDS!"
He then begins spinning his scythe in front of him like a propeller, making a ring of fire form from the whirling blades. After a moment of building it up, he changes the angle and tries to sort of an uppercut stab with his scythe, but something throws him off.
There is something sharp stuck in his back.
Thoren loses his balance and he doesn't quite put enough momentum into his swing to do full damage. The flame trail attempts to cling to the target and burn for a few seconds before going out.
Thoren trips and falls backwards, mysterious shiv still stuck in his back.
Oddly enough, it doesn't seem to hurt as much as the floor.
"What the fuck...."
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Post by frozenlake on Apr 9, 2016 13:50:47 GMT -8
After rolling him over to extract the knive, FLord stands up from a squatting position from near Thoren, resting a hand on him for a moment when doing so. [Fraymotif Sent]
"Well? I took care of him. Now you can leave us alone."
The wound, now with the knife removed, seems to be bleeding a large amount. Ghosts don't bleed... so therefore it must have been a living seth, right?
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Post by flightlessicarus on Apr 9, 2016 15:08:31 GMT -8
Thoren lays there with his eyes closed for a moment.
He tries to get back up, but after getting a fraymotif sent over, it seems to put him slightly at ease, vaguely. It seems this backstabber is actually trying to make some sort of plan?
He decides to go along with it and lay there in the "pool of blood".
This better fucking work.
Meanwhile, the pile of seths clogging up the exit hall are slowly trying to regroup themselves. The ones in the back closer to the ballroom are watching the action from afar.
The whisper amongst themselves quietly.
"holy shit is that thoren?"
"I thought he got a fancy ass robot body. what happened?"
"who fucking knows."
"did you see that? he just got fucking stabbed by that bitch!"
"he should have been watching his back."
"what do we do now? the place is back to normal time levels and we're stuck between a rock and a hard place."
"I don't fucking know."
"let's wait. maybe something will happen."
Meanwhile, back out in the field, the link seths are laying around in the grass with Marin and Bow-wow, all except for one which seems to be refusing to get anywhere near grass. He's just sitting at the front steps of the castle.
"This place is, really nice when there isn't so much fighting."
"good luck with that while that intruder is in there."
"ARF ARF!" Bow-wow bounces around and rolls a bit. Each bounce seems to make the ground rumble slightly.
"their plan better work..."
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Post by powerkitten on Apr 9, 2016 15:20:27 GMT -8
*Aperture appears in the field, waking up from his "hibernation." He looks around confused... wasn't he just in the Castle or something? Scanning his file system, he notices aaaaaa_Isweartogod.txt not having been there before and reads it.
"I swear to god if you wreck that body again I am not bringing you back. Or I will, but make you sit in the back seat most of the time."
He proceeds to walk over to the LoIaR HQ to join up with Patrick and Kcirtap.
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Post by powerkitten on Apr 9, 2016 20:30:06 GMT -8
Patrick, Kcirtap, and *Aperture finally manage to make the check to realize that there is fuck all here. The three of them walk over to the stairwell, entering the deeper part of the dome.
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Post by Sprityo on Apr 9, 2016 20:36:43 GMT -8
Remose opens the door the find it barricaded by many Seths. As much as he loves being a doctor though, he has had it way above his head for all the bullshit. There are people who need attending to and this is taking the cake. One problem after another, no rest for the wicked. Gog he is going to teach this, what's the word he's looking for?...... PUNK, a lesson.
Remose barrels through all the Seth's and runs right into the fray. Moving at an impressive speed, Remose pulls out his Hook&Chain and hurls it at the Tattered Heir.
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Post by raz on Apr 9, 2016 20:53:08 GMT -8
As Thoren begins to spin his weapon for a dramatic flame attack the heir does much the same, black flames trailing its wake forming a dark circle as it closes in with steps heavy enough to indent the ground. Its one eye is fixated cleanly on him, barely-restrained rage evident in its stark, hollow glare as it closes the distance, air growing heavy with heat, pressure, something. When he swings it does as well, a wide horizontal sure to clash soundly...!
A wide slash that misses the brunt of the attack, the heir about to seize on the falter it senses before the reason becomes clear and gives it pause. He's... on the ground. Blood. Just like that its target is slain, and it tilts its head quizzically, looking from Thoren, to FLord, then back. A few seconds pass in that silence. A hook whips from off-scene and embeds in its arm, its reaction to that curious turn nonexistent as it stares at Thoren's prone body.
".....mine.... to kill....."
".......but....."
The heir looks up to FLord, expression blank bordering distaste. But simply, it... Nods, lifting its other arm. The one holding its weapon. Dark flames gather on each end before it turns its attention to a seemingly random part of the area and swings its stave, a vertical wave of black fire tearing a path that ends with a crash into a support beam, flames scattering in its wake. Another swing, this one from one of the arms on its back, and another wave unleashes a similar wave, another way, as it scatters dark flames liable to set the ballroom ablaze before turning back to Thoren's prone body.
".......get out. or..... burn with........ this place...
turn to ash.... burn.... the ashes.......and...... when every.... disappears......
sleep..... i..........sleep......."
And its stark glare never leaves him as dark flames rush in on the fallen Heir. His cremation, nigh.
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