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Post by raz on Apr 14, 2016 19:28:27 GMT -8
Four long thin black arms at its back, two clasped together gathering dark flames, one hounding Thoren with a series of slashes, crushing overheads and wide sweeps with the shorter blade and scythe sides of its weapon alternating, and the other launching a storm of debris as it skims the ground on its exit and the mockery of a weapon it uses being put to use as a sheer battering ram to crush or impale anything caught under one of its random overhead swings. As the vines bind it it finds itself granted movement through time, black flames shrouding it as Eclipse closes in with a strike: surging forward from the dark flames with its staff weapon a cross centered on the blade it catches the swing, struggling for just a second before pushing upward in a disengage that leaves it wide open. But no, its shield is already up, and too late it spies the girl soaring in behind the black and gold figure, mace at the ready.
It has one ace left, the two arms charging another blasting wave attack. And indeed it looses the strike but at this point she's too close for the beam of flame and static to do anything but nip her heels as it rushes past, and she impacts it with enough force to send it flying into a pillar and embed in the stone, a mild quake running through the area. The arms at its back go with it, naturally, hitting the ground with their ludicrous weapons clutched firmly as the heir shudders through a raggedy breath and slowly lifts its head. Static patches are evident all over its body, including the spot an eye should be, and as it coughs up a burst of some black liquid crystals erupt from its arm, before turning a dullish brown and shattering. Then another bloom, as crystals explode outward from it only to turn brown, wither and shatter as it gurgles some hellish noise, the static visages frenzying and losing any ability to be recognized.
Pillars of light erupt from the pillar and ground around it, a multitude of colors. And it falls forward, hunching with a hand to its chest digging so deeply as if to call more black liquid and static, as more tremors run through the area.
"every time............ every time we......... how many.............."
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Post by flightlessicarus on Apr 14, 2016 22:17:15 GMT -8
Thoren walks towards the crumpled pile of waste before him with a solemn look on his face.
"I know why you attacked me and the others like me, and that was understandable, until you started attacking everyone else here. I know of the pain I've caused in the past. I have regrets. It took me a while to see shit properly. I had to die and lose everything to find myself again. But, somebody out there had to pick me up while I was down. Somebody who believed in me." Thoren puts his hand over his chest and looks up at nothing in particular.
There is a peculiar warmth.
Thoren returns his gaze down to the tattered heir.
"You however, you appear to have lost yourself long ago. I'm honestly not sure if there's anything that can save you at this point. I feel like the best thing that can be done now... is to put you out of your misery."
Thoren glances at his doublescythe, loosely held in one hand. There is a sense of doubt, but at the same time, he has to protect the others from this unstable shell of a man. He had part in creating this monster, and he feels an obligation to destroy it. There is still a hesitation however.
Would landing the final blow upon it undo all of the progress he has made?
Thoren looks towards the others for guidance.
He calls out for Seth internally.
Those within the deeper levels can hear it quite well.
Seth... I've reached an impasse.
The target I am facing, likely once knew the ones I had killed before, and fights indiscriminately.
it... is on its last legs, but, I feel if I strike the heir down, I'll have stooped back down to his level.
I... don't want to be the villain anymore.
What do I do?
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Post by powerkitten on Apr 15, 2016 4:56:52 GMT -8
"Wasn't that guy doublekilling everyone?"
"You wouldn't be a villain again for killing him, not in my eyes."
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Post by flightlessicarus on Apr 15, 2016 6:45:49 GMT -8
Seth speaks to the heart container in his arms.
Maybe we should get better security against those who wander into our hearts...
From what I remember though, the tattered heir tried to attack me the moment it saw me.
It was fucking scary.
But, I see now why it did that.
It doesn't excuse its actions in the slightest however. Killing is one thing, but doublekilling in reply is just fucking terrible.
Are you sure this bitch has been doublekilling others?
I wouldn't doubt it in the slightest. Their words have a sense of truth to them.
...I think it might be for the best that you go through with killing the heir. For everyone's safety.
I know I know... but, I'm not sure if I... have the strength to kill anyone anymore. Not after what happened earlier.
I don't want to be lost in the darkness like that again...
I don't want to put anyone in danger...
...I don't know what to tell you.
Seth offers the heart container to Patrick. It seems quite heavy.
I hope you can guide Thoren in the right direction...
he needs all the help he can get...
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Post by powerkitten on Apr 15, 2016 9:08:43 GMT -8
Patrick gingerly takes the container, but is able to carry the weight of Thoren's guilt. It's almost like he has experience in that sort of thing, but that would be crazy.. right?
"People have committed horrible crimes in the belief of doing the right thing. Sometimes we don't want to face the idea that we are in the wrong. Sometimes we have to face that our actions were... incorrect. We have to live with the guilt of knowing that we acted poorly, and that people died for our mistakes. I put up a front of innocence for the longest time, feigning that I didn't know the horrendous nature of my 'war' crimes. I killed them, and the guilt of it will forever drag on my consciousness. One has never been hanged for killing a murderer.. but someone who's already bearing the guilt of killing sentient beings... The additional guilt of the act may be unbearable for them. I won't pretend to know the specifics of the guilt you carry, for I do not know it, but I can feel the weight of it and I know it to be much like my own. This.. beast.. should be taken down, but you may not want it to be by your hand. Let someone else carry the guilt of that, you already carry a large one yourself. I've heard you've killed players, both Humans and Elves, players that were your friends. The things one does while they are deceived by another, one that they think is Right.. We commit crimes because we have to, or because it's 'fun,' but feeling guilty about these actions.. that makes us a better person. It shows that we are not without a conscience, that we are not the monsters that we appear to be. Feeling like a hideous monster because of your atrocities, that's what keeps us from being called Just when the clock makes it's mighty decision. One could say that the killing is part of SGAME, that it's acceptable because the game 'makes' you do it.. I disagree, one's echeladder level and [Death_Toll], these are not badges of pride. These are not honorable numbers to be bragged about or shown off. They are signatures of the crimes we committed in the name of Heroism, in the name of Game Abstraction. Even underlings and carapaces have Souls, Hopes and Dreams. Friends and family wanting them to come home. We are the true monsters of the game we played, but in saying that, we show our remorse and our guilt. This game plays us like fools, it wants you to kill this Heir. It tells you that you should, that it's the Right thing to do. It's lying to you. Don't let it deceive you into making yet another mistake. Don't kill, and don't be killed. That is what one should strive for. One of the less guilty people there will likely do it, but you can feel glad that it wasn't you."
The Heir of Hope sighed, this wasn't what Seth or Thoren wanted him to say, but it was what he needed to say. The Lord of Time's guilt felt similar to his own, and he knew that his fellow "player" needed to hear what he had to say.
That was a pretty decent speech.
I meant what I said, we are monsters. We did what we thought was Right... and we were Wrong.
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Post by frozenlake on Apr 15, 2016 9:23:33 GMT -8
FLord gets up from the grass. Wondering what the hell just happened. And why he was thinking about an ocean.
"Lets see, not a glitch clone, no missing limbs, no fucking clue what the hell just happened... and a bunch of seths outside of the castle. I guess they might know?"
He walks over to the group.
"Does anyone know what the fuck just happened?"
He scratches his head, for a brief moment.
"Also, is there anything to do with an ocean in this bubble? Then again... it might not even be here."
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Post by lunarLunatic on Apr 15, 2016 11:25:45 GMT -8
Antheia awakens to the voices.
It seems they've reached a critical point.
She simply listens while this dilemma is going through.
"...Perhaps there can't be any avoiding this. And perhaps this might be too much of a weight to carry. But this is not a burden you will have to bear alone."
She feels so tired.
"Such is the life of those who fight for their right to keep existing."
She starts to drift off again.
Raine dashes forward, avoiding the explosions of colours and mayhem.
She had to kill the heir.
They've done too much to keep living.
She won't stop.
She can't stop.
There is no stopping.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Apr 15, 2016 13:35:12 GMT -8
Thoren is clearly moved by Patrick's speech.
He drops his scythe and drops to his knees, crying.
The castle begins to shift.
The floor changes from black starry tiles to soft diamond sectioned red carpeting. The expertly carved stone walls change to ambiguous thin wood paneling. The pillars become green warp pipes. Up above, beyond the stained glass ceiling, a canopy of ageless trees hangs overhead.
Thoren's scythe changes from the double time heartscythe, to the slap-chop shotgun scythe.
The previously inflicted damage on the room persists through this change, and the "ballroom" stays the same size.
Rain falls from the sky once more.
"I... can't do this... but, I won't stop anyone else from doing what they will against you... your fate is in their hands... not mine."
Patrick can feel the strain in Thoren's decision. So many conflicting thoughts and feelings swirling around...
Thoren can sense Patrick's feelings too however. As long as he has the heart container, they will be connected.
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Post by powerkitten on Apr 15, 2016 14:29:51 GMT -8
Thoren could feel the swirling emotions of Patrick as well...
The whirlwind of Hope, Fear, and Sadness. The brief, determined, flashes of Bravery that are pushed down by the other emotions before rising back to the top.
It's okay... I'm here for you.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Apr 15, 2016 20:11:08 GMT -8
Thoren feels Patrick's acceptance and embraces it.
He takes a moment to let out his pent up sorrows, still sobbing quite a bit. It may or may not be a little overwhelming for Patrick, depending on his empathetic capacity.
Meanwhile, the portal to LoIaR shakily closes itself.
Outside, it is still raining. The shopkeeper pulls out his umbrella stand again.
Leave it to capitalism to profit off the sadness of others.
Bow-wow rolls around in the mud, getting his velvet fur dirty. He seems to be enjoying himself quite a bit.
Most of the seths try to find somewhere dry underneath the trees that had recently appeared.
Timespace castle has been changed to Magicant Castle, and is now surrounded by a forest.
Eat the paper begins to make his way back to the group, though decides to stay inside whole it's still raining. He waits in the hourglass temple's grand hallway with the thick doors cracked open.
One of the seths hears FL. It's Rudolph.
"I doubt there's an ocean around here. I sure as fuck have never seen the ocean. Maybe the later seths have, I don't know."
Kusari speaks up.
"...I have seen the ocean before, fucknuts. My island home was surrounded by the sea. I'm guessing if you want to find it, just keep going in a direction until it appears. I don't know this dream logic shit." Maybe for once he'll actually be useful for something.
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Post by powerkitten on Apr 15, 2016 20:17:29 GMT -8
Patrick shakily kneels, his empath abilities enhancing the heart canister's affects. *Aperture and Kcirtap patting the Heir of Hope on the back as he started to tear up from Thoren's emotional feedback.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Apr 16, 2016 6:16:02 GMT -8
The heart container is not in the castle, nor is Patrick in the castle either.
Nevertheless, the heart container gravitates towards Patrick's chest and is absorbed into his body for protection. The thread becomes invisible, but Patrick can clearly tell where it is.
Patrick also receives a boost in vitality, as is normal for heart containers.
The crying hasn't stopped yet though.
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Post by raz on Apr 16, 2016 6:25:43 GMT -8
Those pillars of light spiking up from the ground at its feet shine even as the tremors fade, the heir lifting its head to meet Thoren's gaze. At his words its gaze twists, but as the silence of his inner contemplation takes center stage its eye widens, teeth grit a little more loosely. The scenery changes: gaps in the roof left by the scuffle allow the rain in, and as it stands there for some time, hand at its chest and hunched, a strange sense of calm pervades the room. When it speaks it's in that trademark rasp but, compared to everything before... shaky, but lucid, somehow.
"we........ are, the same.........
we......are nothing....... without...... others.... you..... do good, b....because, of others...... you do bad, because of .......... others....... you sway........ when told........
I...... h. ha-have nothing........ left. and you........... ca-can't. turn back...................the clock."
The heir lifts a hand to their head, groaning. As if this, just talking, is the most exhausting thing its done, yet.
"can't.... tur.....n, back, the cl-clock........ everything.... gone..... you..... ch-changed, but........ still the same. still.
empty.
empty... like, us. me. me, us, we, I...." The heir levels a glare on Thoren, eye narrowing coldly as its voice picks up, and the previous words drive it to hold both hands to its head and groan.
"I.... We.... every t-time........ I.......... r͎̹g̛̲h̙̤̩͖̰h̵h̴̭ͅh̨̦̤̬̫̺̳̼h̭̙h͖̯͖h̴̜͎̪͔̺͚̮h̻͚̗̱̦̼̥̀h̡̲̮̳̮̱̤h̜h͏̫̻͈͉h̜̺͈͙̲̺̻͜h̤ͅh̙̻̼h̢̤h͈̮̼h̗͉͓̻̥̰ͅh͏͕̱̗̗͇h̲h̙̼̠̻h̳̀...... for them......... can't......... stop......... c-can't, can't, can't, cant cantcantcantcant.........!!
I....empty.... w-without, them...... t-the only...... o-o-only t-t-t-thing left....... Is...."
The heir lurches backward, throwing its arms behind it with a roar to the skies as the ground beneath it shatters to make way for a multicolor pillar of light to engulf it completely, the likes of which breaks cracks in the floor and opens a hole in the ceiling. The area shakes as multicolored cracks spread along the ground and surfaces, the air gaining a shimmering, multi-colored hue as the prismatic pillar of light engulfing the heir surges. The blackened arms bearing those ridiculous weapons flash prismatic as a similar glow engulfs those weapons, the second set of arms on its back turning a darkish purple as two jets of flame spring from its back and crackling black flames shroud flashing multi-colored extensions of light, structures resembling wings.
"T͜͠O͡͏̴̨̕ ̕͝M̴͘A͏̷͜͞K̴̛̛͝͞Ȩ̸̨̀͡ ̕͢͟Y̵̢O͘͠U̴̢ ̨͞P̢̢͘͢͢A͠Ý̵̧͜͠"
The empty set of arms cup, six smaller wings appearing in the gap before a massive blast of pure white tears through the air, rushing toward Thoren. The two massive weapons sweep forward in a pincer strike meant to catch any closing in, as bolts of pinkish lightning sourced to the pillar tears a frantic path along the ground, seeking any they can. And all that can be seen of the heir, still in that pillar, its singular eye, glowing against the light.
"T̡͢O̧͘͟͢͝ ̀͢҉M̡͝A҉͝͞K̷̵̡͝͠È̀͡ ̀͠҉́̕Y̵̧̨͠Ò̡͡͝Ư͘͠ ̷̸̵̛́ ̴̀̕͜͡D̨̕I̴̢҉͘S͠҉A̕͢͏P̛̀͜͠͡Ṕ͠E̛͡҉̸A̶̢҉̧͞R̕͜͡͠.͜͝ ́͢͜T̸̡O̸͡͡ ̢̡́͝M̸̧̛Á̢͡K̸̵Ȩ̴͝͠ ̢͘͞I̴͢T̷̕͝͝ ҉̸̵̷̛A̵͟L̷̸͏̕͜L̛͟͞.͏͝͞.̸̸̨͠.͏̶͏̡.̀͢͜ ̸͟͞͞D̵̷I̸҉S͢͡͝A̵̴̶P̧P͜͟E͏̀̕͟͞Ą̧̀͜͢R̢̢̢!̡̕͠!͘͜!̢̛́͢͡!̶͏̵̛͡!̛́́͠!̵̢͟͝͝"
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Post by flightlessicarus on Apr 16, 2016 7:07:55 GMT -8
Thoren sees the heir's display and scrambles to his feet. Though the woes of his past are still pouring down, he's still present enough to try and get the fuck out of the way. He attempts to analyze the attack pattern while running to try and predict any blind spots.
It isn't that easy while in sleep mode. He doesn't have access to his higher computerized thought capabilities while asleep, too many resources are being used to render the dream.
Wait, that's it! He can manipulate the environment as the current dream master!
Thoren concentrates on making a spherical shield surround him during the attack. He puts his desire for self preservation into the shield to give it power.
While holding it in place, Thoren is given a moment to think a little bit.
The words spoken, about the two of them both being empty and malleable, bothers him.
There has to be a difference between them, right?
But he can't let that get to him too much. He has to find some way to get this wrathful figure to stop trying to destroy everything, while still retaining his own existence.
Knowing the true destructive ability of the tattered heir is chilling to say the least.
But the heir is right. You can't turn back the clock and fix everything. It only gets fixed in a more fortunate timeline, while the original just stagnates into ruin.
You can wash the stains off the floor but you can't wash the stains off your soul.
The problem is, how do either Thoren or the heir move on from their past? Is it possible to start anew? Thoren is filled with doubt.
Communication between Thoren and Patrick seems to be a bit slower due to being of completely different templates ((played by different people and currently not using a faster medium)), but it should still be as clear as ever.
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Post by frozenlake on Apr 16, 2016 9:12:48 GMT -8
FLord looks up at the sky, through the thick canopy of the trees. Raindrops drip from the leaves, splattering on the muddy ground. A few collected twigs fall from a sturdy branch, landing in one of the many puddles. His eyes follow the twigs down, and for a brief moment, when looking at his reflection, it looks like someone else. And yet, after the first moment passed, examining the reflection again... it was just him. Despite everything, it was still him.
"...my guess is that going off when there are several people fighting for their lives in the building just a few feet away would be bad. I can handle whatever that means... later."
He looks back up at the Seths.
"...I have to ask. Is there an Alchemiter anywhere around here? it would need to be a real one, can't have it making stuff that will just poof into smoke when that things black blades hit it."
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