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Post by raz on May 9, 2016 6:45:08 GMT -8
The battlefield is joined, and the group refuses to back down in the face of the onslaught. The storm dies down, the ground around it a mess of unintentional barriers in the form of uplifted slabs of rock and uneven terrain, all of which Nora navigates without fear as the multi-element gattling of shots rush in for it. And in the center of this chaos it stands, one hand lifted toward the prismatic orb clutched by one of its ward's claws. All three clawed hands now, form a shell around it as it spins with steadily growing speed, light spiking outward from it in multiple directions as it turns almost too blinding to look at. The incoming shots are swallowed by portals opening to catch them, many beyond sight still lying in wait in the perimeter around the Heir. But its gaze remains focused upward. The claws cup, a wave of prismatic energy erupting from the orb as it grows larger and larger, the wave spreading through the area to no effect on the area's denizens but to the effect of mending the gaps and tears in space left in the wake of its destruction. Then, with enough force to send a wave of dust rushing along the room floor, the orb surges upward, lifting higher and higher with no signs of slowing as it releases tendrils of needling energy similar to itself to web outward.
The orb rises. In that instant, Nora's charge ends as she embeds Brionac in the heir, the blade piercing cleanly through its stomach. And with its head still tilted back and gaze focused above, the heir smiles.
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Post by raz on May 9, 2016 7:04:00 GMT -8
The heir coughs up some black material approximating blood, head falling forward as it takes a step back. The blade, still in it, shimmers in the light, and its mouth, still, curls in a smile, despite the blood in it
"...Just... who......"
Another cough of blackened blood, as it shudders.
"the, hell.... do you think...."
Lifting its head it meets Nora's gaze, hand lifting shakily to grip Brionac's blade, cutting its hand on the edge as it grasps it.
"I am...?!"
It's grip tightens, black blood and static flowing more freely.
"I am... the one who kills false Gods. I am..." A ragged sputter.
"... the one who will slay all Gods, false and true, who stand in my way... I am..."
The figure behind it fades, the shell, the shell she expertly avoided in her attack, fades.
"no god. I am... less. And so..."
Its singular eye widens with a shrunken pupil as it locks eye contact with Nora, and its tightening hand closes into a fist that shatters Brionac in two.
"I am the one who will wipe every single thing away."
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Post by adorablesleep on May 9, 2016 7:21:27 GMT -8
Nora smiles, or at least... The image of Nora does. Although it quickly fades away, along with the rest of the image. It drips away in a pool of blood, leaving the pieces of Broniac.
"GOT YOU NOW!"
Another Nora emerges from the cloud of weapons and strikes the SCOURGE with her scythe of blood. Her grin as wide as the sun.
"You know, I was always afraid of blood. But damn, look at ALL THE BLOOD YOU SPILT."
And another one. And another one. Multitudes of images of Nora strike the Heir, covering it with RED.
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Post by raz on May 9, 2016 7:57:43 GMT -8
When 'Nora' drips away its expression hardly changes, even as another surges forward with a wide slash.
"I'll spill as much blood as I need to."
Mid-sentence it ducks the strike, scythe sailing over it. Another closes in and it braces its hand to the ground behind it before spinning its body around springing upward in a spinning jump that clears two more slashes. Another, is cut by a clean vertical cut, its old staved weapon, that staff with three gnarled thorns on each end, in a hand. And it weaves through her myriad of blood clones, dodging or slashing to parry or destroy any that come too close. That blade in its chest isn't even an annoyance as it expertly weaves its body to avoid hitting itself with the end behind it, or from contorting its body in a manner that would cause further harm.
"Including yours."
It's eye darts to and fro as it watches the movements of the clones, looking for the real one. The real one is she among the crowd...? Probably not. But the cloud of weapons has faded. Twisting its body in a wicked circle it skims the ground with a slash, ground jutting upward with a burst of wind from the impact. Liable to throw any more clones off, and now without something to hide their source, it searches for her.
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Post by adorablesleep on May 9, 2016 8:11:12 GMT -8
Nora was found above everything, covering the Prismatic Orb in blood to be able to move it somewhere else. She catches the Scourge looking around and just now retrieves some pieces of the Broniac that her blood had caught when the clone faded. She forges the pieces with her blood to create a Broniac bladed blood sword. She barely finishes coating the orb in blood before she is noticed.
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Post by powerkitten on May 9, 2016 8:25:35 GMT -8
Suddenly a portal opens up in Time, as Katie dives through it grabbing onto Nora and the orb. Another Time portal opens up in front of her as she dives through it... A hole opens up in Time inside the Base of Operations that *Aperture put together, Katie and Nora falling out of it.
The "Current" Katie spots herself going through the timeloop and peels off from running interference to execute the loop.
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Post by metreu on May 9, 2016 8:45:29 GMT -8
Micha smiles and keeps her barrage of lasers trained at the heir.
"Hey void players! I need those portals gone!"
"Keep at it squads!"
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Post by lunarLunatic on May 9, 2016 8:52:10 GMT -8
Raine looks to the scourge, trying to find a plan...Unfortunately she's not the kind of person who can spot a good plan from three feet away.
Eniar coughs.
"?thgir ,erofeb taht decneirepxe ev'uoY .reverof edih uoy pleh lliw slliks dioV 733L ruoy kniht t'noD .nikI ,tuo sklof eseht pleh uoy tseggus I"
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Post by raz on May 9, 2016 9:58:11 GMT -8
The orb carries further in its flight, Nora's attempt to stop it falling short as it simply phases through the orb of blood she tries to trap it. When Katie recovers Nora from her flight it's just in time to save her from half of the heir's weapon rocketing through the air to impale her, but the orb escapes her, soaring higher and higher now. It clears the boundaries of the bubble cleanly as more tendrils spread outward, needling their way through the void. The void, that turns faintly shimmering prismatic in their, and the orb's wake. Clouds form in its wake, vistas springing into phantasmic appearance replaced by others before settling on a sky tinged rainbow.
A shooting star crossing the sky. Its hard to argue it looks beautiful, strangely so.
The heir spins the half of its weapon still in its hand, before snapping its neck both ways and reaching up to its chest. With a heave and a hack of blood it pulls the blade embeded in its chest out, gripping it by that cold material in its free hand as the rotating disc home to those twelve orbs reappears behind it. Micha's attacks continue to be swallowed by the portals, as it lifts its head, and the hand around the half of its staff it still has.
"You can't stop it like that. No more than you could stop a law of nature."
Portals open behind it, energy gathering in the air as a pair of clock hands appear in midair, the intersection of a red gear, white swirl and darkish green skull.
"No more than you can stop me."
A wall of weapons fades into existence behind it, alongside and in the gaps the portals leave in their spread. Organized, and rather than the mishmash of the storm, home to weapons of undoubtedly legendary make and power. Amid the growing wall of opposition clusters of white energy appear, crackling electricity every color under the sun. The air grows heavy, even breathing grows difficult as its aura weighs everything down. Time seems to slow to a crawl, or maybe it actually does.
"Enough struggling. Even you all, have a place in the next world. But before that happens..."
The clock hands break cleanly down the middle, as words imprint on the minds of everyone present.
Last Bars Fermata
Rings of red, white and green ring all those in the room, locks clicking on them as the group finds themselves locked in time and space. All heads are turned on the heir, and the wall of death behind it, as all defenses find themselves unable.
"All of you need to end."
Light trails from the heir's eye, wisping upward. From the portals, lasers, blast, all the attacks denied by them returned twofold now. Weapons rush in, trajectories changing in midair as they converge directly on them. Ghosts, living, all who stand against it.
"Now."
It's the end.
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Post by powerkitten on May 9, 2016 10:22:57 GMT -8
Well. I'm sorry, Thoren. I tried my best.
Well, fuck.
.emoctuo elbarovaf a ton saw sihT
Chance of Survival: Fuck All%
Hmph, don't even get a hero's death. Just slaughtered like cattle, what a dishonorable discharge.
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Post by SJmun on May 9, 2016 10:29:41 GMT -8
Ikin can hear Eniar and Micha quite clearly from voidspace. He doesn't really want to help.
"?esuac siht rof gnihtyna od I dluohs yhw"
Dylan looks at him and then just straight-up slaps him across the face. "Because there's more at stake than just what we can see! The stadium which holds the ball games we play is at stake!"
"?ot flesruoy hcatta ot gniyonna ssel gnihtyna dnif uoy dluoc ...llabesab ruoy dna uoy"
"I'll attach myself to anything I want, Black Mage Pro Skater! Right now they need you! Why aren't you accepting the call to bat?!"
Ikin's usually goofy look resolves to a pensive stare, practically right through Dylan.
"?syawyna smaet eseht skcip neve ohW ?ecalp tsrif eht ni sllab tih ot detnaw reven I ebyam ,ebyam taht kniht reve uoY"
"We may be thrust into this ball game against our wills, but it's always a choice whether or not to help our team win. Right now they need us out there. It's the bottom of the 9th and we're here in the spectator's seats when we should be climbing out of the dugout! I didn't neutralize the playing field for nothing, you know! I knew it would just get uglier and uglier around here. But while this is like baseball, it's also like chess. Right now we have to stop the Black King before he takes out all our pawns, knights, kings and queens! Not to mention all the other spent pieces thrown in the mix. If this keeps up, the game board will be broken into a million pieces!"
"deneppah neve gnihton ekil ,niaga ti xif tsuj lliw emit tsal ekorb revetahw dexif revetahW .ereht eb syawla lliw diov eht ,enod dna dias lla s'ti nehW .eromyna ti ni yllaer enoyna ro emag siht tuoba erac t'nod I ,yltsenoh tuB .dekcerw si tihs ruo ,ti teg I ?seigolana eht no evirdrevo otni gniog pots uoy lliw ,wow"
"In that case, you're no better than the pitcher." Dylan stands up and picks Ikin up by the mantle, before being hit by the timelock.
"....ah ...ahahahahah !ereh edih neve t'nac ew !ahahahaahahahahah" Ikin laughs until he cries.
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Post by lunarLunatic on May 9, 2016 10:46:53 GMT -8
This was the end, wasn't it.
There was no escaping it.
Raine always had a feeling that things would end this way.
Again, when she thought everything could go right for once in her god forsaken life, things go wrong. And there was nothing she could do about it.
She can't even find any words to say.
Eniar's expression was one of absolute horror. To think that he narrowly escaped the Black Prince's execution...Only to die here.
He couldn't help but laugh. Laugh so hard his throat became sore.
The spirits are horrified with the futility of this situation.
One girl, in this final moment, finally realized something. But now she can't even find out why that is.
And Zwei...
Zwei, the girl who had lost it all. Her plans for revenge, her home. To think she would even lose her right to existence.
Anger and despair is all she could express, even now.
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Post by flightlessicarus on May 9, 2016 10:48:29 GMT -8
Despite all his rage, Raphael is still just a rat in a cage.
He's locked in place like all the others.
The epic boss battle music is halted, as the ones behind the music are frozen.
Rudolph just stares out at whatever may befall him.
Thoren feels his robotic body lock up.
He feels trapped, and for the first time in a while, hopeless.
Raine, I want you to know, if this truly is the end, that I'm glad our final moments are together.
I love you.
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Post by raz on May 9, 2016 10:50:48 GMT -8
Impact. A blur. The air in front of everyone locked down turns slightly opaque, blasts bouncing off or stalling. The weapons clang resoundingly as more rain from above in interception, as figures drop in with enough force to dispel the dust left in their actions. Their clothes run the gamut of fancy, worn, fashionable, looking as if their owners just rolled out of bed, PJs... Not PJs, but God Tiers. Players. Holding their hands outward to reinforce the barrier defending the Lost Pawns, as behind them others bring down weapons glowing red and green and white on the rings around them. More and more flood into the room to aid or reinforce the barrier, others hovering behind them with hands outstretched. One in particular, stands at the helm of those reinforcing, hand on her hip as she watches them ward the continuing wall of death off.
The woman, early twenties at most, turns around, flashing the group a wide grin as they're freed. Wild brownish blonde hair rests on her shoulders with the same ease she carries herself with, her smile a bit... Odd, as if she's trying to get used to it. Dressed in a short sleeve with a cute robot on it, and pants that the astute might recognize as the make and coloration of a Knight of Rage.
"Haha.... You guys alright? 'Course you are. Sorry we took so long, that last fight left us bushed and we needed some more time to recover. Even then..."
The woman laughs, shaking her head.
"Well, doesn't really matter now. Where are my manners though! My name's Cynthia Falks. You guys gave me hope."
Cynthia turns her attention ahead, laughing as she takes stock of the situation. Those of the group hanging back lay their hands on any Pawns injured, and all of them in fact, hands glowing a multitude of colors as they feel... Invigoration running through their blood. Fatigue fading away. Clarity taking root in their minds. Wounds closing. And like, they can see a path to victory, somehow. The wear of this fight, fading in the face of the healing and buffs and invigoration the group bestows on them.
"Cin, we're taking heavy damage to this thing! It won't hold much longer!"
"That sounds like a personal problem Rivers! Lee, Cosmo, and anyone else still capable of holding a weapon, get on the other side of this thing and take out those weapons before they hit! And don't get hit yourselves! Time, Space, keep things stable so it can't pull any more shit like that! We got just one job right now and we're gonna do it, is that clear!?"
"Yes'm!"
Players breach the barrier weapons in hand, weaving between blasts they let bounce or fizzle on the barrier and the weapons they redirect or knock out of the air with expert swings, blocks, thrusts, and more. Behind the barrier, behind the group and the newcomers, more float freely, hands held up to whatever end it takes to see this fight through.
"We're not in much shape to be fighting... But the best thing we can manage is helping you guys recover and trick you out! We can give you a damn good shot and back you up! 'Cause we're not ready to lose, either! We're fighting for something... some thing, or just for the right to decide. So we'll make this happen! Give us a little to give you a lot!"
The scourge's eye narrows as it watches the fight grow, rain of attacks steady through it all but finding no mark. Tightening its fists it brings more blood up in the one bearing the Brionac half, crossing its arms as it levels a livid glare.
"More... More of you, resisting. But it's no use."
The ring behind it splits into six, each home to just two orbs orbiting it. From each, a massive arm emerges, lined with similar colors to the orbs and ending in clawed hands easily large enough to clutch a person whole.
"All of you and your twisted system, will crumble. That, is my determination."
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Post by metreu on May 9, 2016 10:53:54 GMT -8
Micha kills the firing from her guns...
Watching the situation closely she yells out again.
"This is not our end! This is what we spend all our lives waiting for! You think you can scare us with a death we already knew was coming all our lives?! Because this won't be the last time you see us! This is only the start of a brand new adventure waiting for us on the other side!"
Micha looks to the spirit of the hunt. "Give me my body!"
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