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Post by flightlessicarus on Apr 17, 2016 20:35:19 GMT -8
Raphael and sponge suddenly appear somewhere in the field. It is snowing and raining so there is no sun, which Raphael is vaguely pissed about. A lot of seths walk over and stare at them. Raphael puts up his middle finger at them.
"Gunmaster Raphael! Where the fuck were you?!"
"I was checking on the tower. It's been repaired now. We have shit to get done before we depart once again, right?"
"You could say that. You could also say trying to go back in there is asking for the eraser. I saw a fucking corrupted Charles run out of there!"
"Well then, if we're playing that way, I have just the thing."
With that, Raphael pulls out a red and white scythe with two red triangles sticking out the back. It definitely has a white mage aesthetic about it.
"We'll heal that glitched bastard until he falls apart at the seams!"
Raphael raises his scythe and lets out a battle cry. The crowd follows after, raising their fists in high spirits.
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Post by frozenlake on Apr 18, 2016 3:29:11 GMT -8
FLord has to try to clamp down on his impulse to shout out "LEEROYYYYYYYY JENKINNNNNNNNS!!!" as it would probably just be tempting fate and get everyone killed.
XIRtYj4E1-6
Result: 3
However, he fails at this.
"LEEROYYYYYYYY JENKINNNNNNNNS!!!"1-6
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Post by togetic on Apr 18, 2016 5:19:05 GMT -8
Kek sits back down, and slouches over. A half hearted attempt to boo dies before it can escape his maw.
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Post by togetic on Apr 18, 2016 5:31:30 GMT -8
Kek's eyes vacantly dart around the room as the new spectres appear and the heir continues to flair around. Scuttling back around the edges of the room, he darts past the electrified rock projectiles and out the castle's doors. Once outside the gremlin-like reptile leaps at the newly time-transported Buster Green, equipping and wielding a very in-human looking severed arm as a makeshift flail.
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Post by powerkitten on Apr 18, 2016 5:33:53 GMT -8
The Alpha Patrick is knocked to the ground by the pain just as Sponge arrives. He quickly runs over to join Kcirtap and *Aperture.
"So... This is the guy that replaced me as the Alpha..."
"Who are you?"
"My name is Patrick Careon, but I go by Sponge now."
"Alright, we need to get ready to face this heir guy, no more sitting around and wasting time."
Sponge unsheathed his claws as Kcirtap retrieved her cannon from her Strife Specibus.
"Hey, can you give me a second."
"?eruS"
*Aperture started to use his weapon scanner on Kcirtap's cannon...
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Post by raz on Apr 18, 2016 6:59:07 GMT -8
"towards... better future......"
FLord and Raine charge in but the scourge's gaze never leaves Thoren. Its figure, shadowed by the light around it, can just barely be identified as lifting both hands to push forward, breaching the barrier the rainbow forms. One toward Thoren, crackling with pink lightning, directs more bolts toward Thoren, and by extension the soulbot, as they continue their inexorable drive to drag his soul from the haven it provides and back to his dream-borne projection. A quick dart of intertwining blue and red energy bursts out of the pillar toward Raine, the likes of which would leave no trace or, should it hit her, pain, besides a thin intertwining thread of similar color flashing between her and the heir for a moment. To what end is unclear but irrelevant as its other hand finally breaches the light... Then another, and more until countless arms emerge from the pillar, crackling with purple lightning as they unleash a flurry of fists powerful enough to offset Raine's incredible assault and, if she's not careful, push her back or worse.
The arm at its back bearing that oversized axe-scythe embeds in the ground before tearing a path toward FLord in attempted interception, as it keeps its gaze trained on Thoren. The specters all around wick like embers all the while, lips just barely recognizable as moving but no words coming out. And the heir...
"no better future.... j-just.... winners, and...... losers....... w-what's left.... is......... nothing.......
nothing... matters...... nothing c-changes..... o-only.......... details........... all......... already, gone.......... rhhhhhhhhhhhhh....."
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Post by SJmun on Apr 18, 2016 11:19:17 GMT -8
At this point, Niki can't just sit back and watch anymore. Her friends are in danger here! Maybe she hasn't done enough aside from circulating information and charging up corn blasts, but clearly they need more than that here.
Niki walks forwards and unfurls wings, just like the ones that gamebirb used to have, and pulls out her cornstaff. Clearly most of it is for show, but there is some serious power behind her flashiness.
It seems all those months of grinding her imagination stats in her dreams are finally going to pay off.
With a swing of her staff, debris is pushed out of the way as if by a giant sweep, leaving a clear pathway. She walks slowly, and with purpose. The phantasms somewhat unnerve her, but at this point she has more important things to attend to, despite there apparent importance. Her experience with dreams has told her that they clearly mean something towards the heir's mental state. Perhaps the unlucky souls that had met their ends previously? It seems almost hypocritical what this ragged figure has done in the name of "justice".
At this point, it's merely a cathartic power fantasy. The tattered heir wants to be in control, because before, everything was out of its control.
No, not it, he. Despite the sheer ruthlessness displayed, the heir still deserves a pronoun.
Either way, every detail in this scene stems from something.
She may not be the dream master of this dream, but the current dream master is in clear danger, and working towards something in his favor with boost her temporary power.
She points her staff at the tattered heir, just to point at him.
"You! You act like you're above your oppression, trapping the figure that brought you anguish, but all you're doing is continuing the cycle! Look at what YOU have done!" Niki swings her staff again and produces the imagery of countless ghosts that have been consumed before. Most of them are generic seths and kats, since Niki remembers what the look like better than most of the others, and for sheer imaginary efficiency.
They are seen behind her. They are but an illusion, but imagery can have great power when used properly.
"You act like you're better, but you're actually WORSE! You REFUSE to move on, you REFUSE to accept the leaps and bounds of how much Thoren has improved since then, and not only that, but in your attempt to make him pay, you've literally DESTROYED the souls of COUNTLESS INNOCENTS! Perhaps there may have been a few bad in the bunch, but the vast majority of YOUR VICTIMS never did anything wrong to you! You have done MORE THAN ENOUGH here!" At this point, tears are falling from Niki's distraught eyes, from behind her glasses, but there is still a furious glare.
"Do you know what I fight for? I fight so that one day me and the others I've met will be able to leave this dark realm one day. We have suffered here for FAR TOO LONG, being moved around by forces beyond our control and comprehension." At that point, a realization hits her like a can of bricks.
Everyone here is all the same.
They are all pawns in one way or another.
Thoren was the pawn of Chronos, the meteor crew were the pawns of the horrorterrors, Micha was the pawn of Omega, and the tattered heir... he was the pawn of... fate?
Either way, they all fight for the same reason. To escape the oppression of the various shackles that bind them, whether by brutality, problem solving, or by sheer ignorance.
"I fight to see the Light! What are you hoping to get out of this with your nihilistic outlook? More destruction? YOU WILL NEVER REACH YOUR HAPPY ENDING IF YOU CONTINUE TO RUIN THE ENDINGS OF OTHERS! Come to think of it, why have you not stopped fighting? Why do you CONTINUE TO HARASS when your hope is lost?!"
She stands there in radiance with the shadows of the lost peeking out from behind her wings.
In a fight where the sword does naught but cause more pain, pictures and words must be her weapon of choice.
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Post by frozenlake on Apr 18, 2016 13:03:42 GMT -8
!!
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Result: 5
FLord manages to roll past the incoming axe, leaping up to deliver a well timed strike at the arm holding it.
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RESULT: SIX OUTTA SIX FUCK YES
Rolling for critical bonus:
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Result: 2
The strike trails with red, resulting in a debuff to the target, assuming that the blow isn't parried with another critical.1-6·1-6·1-6
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Post by lunarLunatic on Apr 18, 2016 13:06:55 GMT -8
Raine has been knocked down and backward.
Not even a scratch on the bastard...
"Please..."
She tries to get up. She barely even kneels up, using her mace to keep her from falling over.
She feels so...tired. The magic of her ghostly friends may be healing her wounds well, but it seems her fatigue is starting to take a toll on her.
"I don't...I can't see him go...Don't take him away...He's done so much for me..."
She's so tired...Her words escape through her sobs.
"I don't want to be alone again...I don't..."
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Post by flightlessicarus on Apr 18, 2016 14:28:20 GMT -8
Thoren continues to struggle against the lightning as the others in the room strive in their own ways.
He can't let this be the end.
He can't let Raine die.
He can't let the heir have its way.
Thoren calls out for Patrick internally. Anetheia can hear it as well.
He needs more strength.
If the lightning binds and pulls any more, his soul will be removed from the control room, possibly damaging the vessel and putting him in great danger.
Thoren is incredibly desperate right now. His determination can only carry him for so long...
But, he made a promise.
He promised he would take care of Raine.
That was the agreement he made to obtain Zwei's blessing.
He cannot break a promise.
Time does not break promises.
"LET ME GO, YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!"
Meanwhile, just outside, the dead seths, led by Raphael, are marching towards Magicant castle. The weather is a continuous storm of rain and snow, but the seths march on. They all have in their hands various healing versions of their weapons.
They enter through the front door, glowing eyes shining like stars.
A moment passes, and then Raphael points ahead with a firm finger.
"HIT IT ALL!"
With that, the seth army charges forwards, striking at anything they can with their healing weapons in hand. Those alive will feel slight sting from the initial incisions, but with each strike their wounds will be healed, a little each time.
Those that are average ghosts with no corruption or a form animated by dark magic, the strikes will pass straight through them with no discernible effect.
Those that are corrupted or with a form animated by dark magic however, will feel the white magic of the weapons burning against them.
The seths hit whatever they can almost completely without discrimination, knowing that their allies will not be harmed by their onslaught. They try to heed caution around the kats however, only hitting those that are for sure not being held together by something dark.
They might accidentally hit Zwei after all.
Those with White Slap-chops, under Raphael's command, are ordered specifically to shoot at the heir, on his mark.
"Ready... FIRE!"
Dozens of bullets of white magic hurtle towards the pillar of the tattered heir, all in a single resounding BOOM!
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Post by powerkitten on Apr 18, 2016 14:36:36 GMT -8
The Spirit of The Hunt burns even brighter, helping Thoren fight against the Heir's attack.
Sponge attempts to use his Hopey powers to help his alpha self, although he's not entirely sure what RN is fighting.
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Post by frozenlake on Apr 18, 2016 14:55:24 GMT -8
FLord becomes swiss cheese for a quick moment, before the healing kicks in.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Apr 19, 2016 12:55:35 GMT -8
Thoren feels the spirit of the hunt giving him strength. It seems to numb the pain a bit, though the struggle to keep his soul grounded is still going on.
All this hope is giving him reason to believe his promises will be made, and that there will be a happy ending.
He just has to write it down.
Thoren looks down towards Raine below. Though his captive state keeps him away, he can still encourage her to keep fighting.
"Raine. When we get through this, will you marry me?"
He wonders for a moment of there's anywhere where a woman can get married to a possessed robot, but then realizes there's always a chance he'll find somewhere out there that will recognize their love.
It's at least a welcome distraction from all the pain his soul is having to endure from the heir's lightning.
The struggle continues on.
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Post by raz on Apr 19, 2016 13:53:58 GMT -8
"don't, understand......."
FLord's expert dodge and slash manage to cut cleanly through the arm, the half holding the weapon fizzling away and leaving it to clatter noisely on the ground as the rest fizzles down to a stump. Three remain, the two unoccupied by weapons forming a large curvature of white energy whose purpose is revealed when one draws a trail of darkish green energy back and a thin string makes its function as a bow obvious, before they loose the arrow toward FLord, who flashes with a similarly dark green aura for just a moment as the arrow zooms in on him.
"y-you.... don't, understand..... a thing. because....... you are, t-the winners..... the...... ones......... fate............"
All around the multicolored specters, tense, somehow. Some ball up fists, others, stick their hands in their pockets, others still lower their gazes even further. And the heir's arm, the arm hefting that clusterfuck of a sword of infinite blades and weapons springing haphazardly from a handle, raises that weapon high above Niki, as the multitude of arms emanating from the pillar fade away to leave only two, one clenching in a fist that's surrounded by an ethereal bluish wisp before it punches toward Thoren, sending a wave of barely visable similarly colored force toward him that impacts like a burst of wind, hard enough to knock the wind out of him even in that cage still doing its best to bring his soul in.
"your..... f-forgiveness... is, a.... lie. you, are not.... t-the ones...... to....... a-and, even if......."
The terror of a weapon falls on a downward swing toward Niki, merciless as its wielder on descent.
"i-it. doesn't matter. has...... to pay.......... but, more. disappear..... him...... me........ us........ you......... or, else......... nothing.........."
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Post by SJmun on Apr 19, 2016 15:44:50 GMT -8
Niki dashes to the side with her wings to boost her speed considerably. She launches a handful of corncobs towards the falling weapon to knock it's trajectory elsewhere. The illusionary crowd fades behind her.
"You really think we were winners in all this? We were forced to reset our session! The horrorterrors wanted us flat-out gone once they were done with us! And when we managed to escape tooth and nail, they exploited us for their own gains, milking us dry until we were nearly drained of all motivation and energy! I can tell why Omega tried to do what he did at this point, but he clearly went too far. THERE IS A RIGHT WAY AND A WRONG WAY TO MOVE ON FROM A TRAGEDY.
You chose the WRONG WAY! When you cause something worse than the pain you were put under, out of spite no less, you are CONTINUING THE CYCLE OF ABUSE! From your wrath, more sorrow and anger will follow. THAT IS THE WRONG WAY.
The only right way to find happiness is to spread it to others! You... clearly lost all hope long ago in the possibility of your own happiness, but THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU SHOULD BE SABOTAGING ANYONE ELSE'S!"
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