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Post by flightlessicarus on Aug 26, 2016 23:30:30 GMT -8
Rid is confused. "...programming? Solaris? Fuck it, at this point I'm not even sure if I wanna ask how deep the rabbit hole goes."
Meanwhile, Thoren receives a notification from the message board.
"...he's still alive! Ben's still alive! Thank fuck he's alright..."
"At least that's one less thing to worry about..." Rid sighs in relief. Too much shit has happened since he got here.
He then notices Katie.
"Wait, do I know you? Aren't you that girl that gave me that sweet ass technoscythe last time there was a decisive fight?" Rid reaches for it from memory and it appears in his hand. It's black and red and looks like something straight out of Tron.
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Post by powerkitten on Aug 27, 2016 6:24:52 GMT -8
"Yep, that was me. Sorry I don't have goodies to give out this time. It's a shame about Micha, though. This is my second SO to die in a row!"
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Post by flightlessicarus on Aug 27, 2016 6:52:54 GMT -8
"It's fine. If it means anything, it was my favorite scythe. Maybe alpha still uses his..." Rid puts away the technoscythe.
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Post by adorablesleep on Aug 30, 2016 1:56:41 GMT -8
Nora bristled with energy. She sat in the middle of Ruin and sighed. All of the visible connections that were pulsing with energy before were long retracted into her self. It left her with much power from before the mass destruction. Shot through the heart without anyone to help her? That was how she died. Micha. There was no doubt about it. She smiled at Clear, but didn't say anything yet. She wasn't ready.
Nora bristled with power. She hadn't controlled this sort of power before. It clearly wasn't the power of the Absolute, probably not even enough to defeat that THING, but it was more than she could imagine. Weak. That was how she felt. Powerless, that is what she was.
Nora bristled because she knew it wasn't over. After everything that happened, there would always be another trial. She didn't believe peace was an option. Sloth wasn't an option anymore.
The air around Nora bristled with Energy. She stood and stared defiantly into the sky. This was no longer Micha's job. Micha couldn't save them forever. Even Nora understood that. She didn't even want that. A team. That is what it would take to win this battle.
Nora bristled. "Hey kids!" She cried out. "This battle isn't over yet! Even without an ounce of power, I would be able to tell that!" As if bristles caught into her hair and clothes. Nora was angry. Not at anyone here, not at the Scourge. Not even at herself. She was angry at Fate. She was angry at the Game. She bristled at the thought that this Game caused everything to happen.
Nora bristled as she pointed up at the sky. "Let's hurry up and selfishly make this future OURS!" She rose and the air around her bristled. It crackled as pressure was building around her. With her Scythe, she was ready for what came next.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Aug 30, 2016 6:53:23 GMT -8
Thoren watches and listens to Nora. She really was the right person to entrust with the power of that blood battery. The way she's able to show control and restraint while still showing off... and just how inspiring her words can be.
Rid watches as well. He's still absolutely pissed at what's been thrown at him as of late. Maybe, after this one last fight, he could maybe find peace. Maybe he would be able to accept the state of the world. The way it treats those cast upon the cutting room floor of its grand narrative.
The way it treated him and Medi.
Though the words she spoke were few, Nora's declaration gives him hope. Maybe they really can succeed in writing their own destinies.
Rid and Thoren both hold their respective weapons high in reply, letting out a battle cry.
They are ready for battle.
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Post by raz on Sept 1, 2016 11:50:09 GMT -8
"Everyone's so freakin' melodramatic... Just looking at people trying way too hard tires me out."
Kyana rolls her eyes, hefting her rifle over her shoulder and lifting a small scope to her eye to scan the ruined landscape. Loose debris all around, light gales of wind pushing dust loosely. Solemn, but somehow peaceful... Is it really over, she can't help but wonder.
"Someone's a real debbie downer, huh. Guess that makes two of us: you're not exactly wrong, but even so..."
Raz looks to the amassed group, then those further off from the destruction. A couple approach now, Falks and Rivers jogging to catch up, both waving to him and the others even as far-off as they still are. Smiling faintly he waves back, even as something tugs at the back of his mind.
"...I don't think it's over. I. I can still feel, something. It's faint, but, a connection to him."
"Well that's not worrying at all. And as if that wasn't enough... I didn't notice it before, but, something about this place is, off. It reeks of..."
The girl's head lowers, as her next words falter in her throat and bring him to turn his head to her curiously.
"...Of death."
"Death? Like-"
A disturbance, unmistakable, shakes them both and drives their attention to a pile of rubble farther ahead. Or the things that used to compose it, scattering violently in the wake of a figure emerging from it. Head tilted back its arms hang limply at its sides as it arches, standing at full height as it it lets loose a hoarse cry, building in decibel as a chunk of ruin crashes on it and scatters more debris and dust to shroud it from view.
Its shout builds. And suddenly cuts, as the dust clears in an instant to reveal him there, one foot in front of the other as he perches atop that small hill with limp arms and cracks his neck one way, then the other. Looking down on the group with a cold, scanning gaze that comes to rest squarely on Raz before narrowing.
"...Death."
"I... don't think so. Not him."
"So loud and dramatic... And I was having a good nap, too. Tch."
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Post by frozenlake on Sept 1, 2016 11:55:48 GMT -8
"Come on and"
The cloaked hero of space slams his hand down.
"SLAM"
at the same time, the floating layer of wreckage is slammed back down to the ground, bringing down a small section back down on the shadowy figure, before the cloaked hero frantically brings up and slams his hand down repeatedly, for the next few words.
Meanwhile, *Azure thinks this is humorous, and sends a quick message back to his past self to start the music on time in the past.
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Post by powerkitten on Sept 1, 2016 11:59:30 GMT -8
"Well... the moment has passed, back to work."
Katie draws her swords, instinctively preparing to speed up and slow down time as necessary... when suddenly someone decides to be a fucking idiot.
"Fucking RIP that space player, swooced himself right into an early grave."
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Post by flightlessicarus on Sept 1, 2016 12:37:55 GMT -8
Thoren immediately notices the limp armed figure rising from the debris and shifts into combat mode, holding his scythe in anticipation. It takes a second or two longer for Rid to point his crossbow in the right direction.
"...So you do have some fight left in you. You're gonna be having a longer dirtnap soon enough!" Thoren grips his scythe tighter.
Rid studies this new target. This is the one that everyone here has been fighting? He'll fight anything they throw at him.
He grins slightly.
"Heh, any last words before we give you a proper burial?"
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Post by lunarLunatic on Sept 1, 2016 13:13:36 GMT -8
After making a post to trash one of that garbage AIs from that garbage player she remembers, Zwei notices that Public Enemy #1 is still alive and kicking.
She groans in disappointment.
"Why don't you just....Go back into the ground. Forever, preferably."
The ground rumbles from under her, but it doesn't do much...yet.
"If you're having trouble with that, I have just what the doctor ordered. A teragram of 'kick your ass'."
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Post by raz on Sept 1, 2016 14:03:40 GMT -8
"Was that supposed to be a wake-up call? Mediocre. I might nod off again at this rate."
The Scourge lets a hoarse breath free as he looks eyes with Raz, who responds with a wry smile after he looks him up and down.
"Last words... If you're still alive- no, existing, when my time comes, I'll let you know. But that's a long way off, and by the time I'm done there won't be anything left to bury. Your eloquent threats betray the reality that the ones due for an ass whooping are you lot."
"You're funny. But, man... both arms busted, your back-up taken out. Even your weapon's in that weird lizard's hands. Not even a power nap is gonna get you out of this one, strangely hilarious as that mental image is. This is where I'd suggest throwing in the towel but... I can tell you won't."
"Then your words are as meaningless as your life from this point onward. The reason you know... This connection, we share. It's because of that thing you stole... And you're going to give it back. Then, I'm going to achieve absolution."
"Hey, some perspective you nutcase! I didn't steal anything! That soul..."
Raz lifts a hand to his chest and clutches his shirt, looking down, as he becomes acutely aware of it. That other part of him. He hadn't recognized it until being bold-facedly told and shown the start of its haven in him but.
"...It found me. Looking for..."
What? Why had it come for him? How, an excellent question, but not the most pressing one in his mind. Why?
Meanwhile the Scourge looks to the sky above, painted a brilliant shifting color gradient.
"...It doesn't matter. It's ready."
"Wait, this feeling..."
Kyana's eyes widen, and she turns a dial on her eyepiece before whipping around to look elsewhere in the ruined battlefield, then at the ground below her. Kicking a piece of debris free she practically jumps, eyepiece trained on that spot on the ground, before hastily stepping closer to Raz, who, snapped from his contemplation by her words and actions, watches her with a quirked brow.
"Shit-"
"Kyana? What's on your mind?"
"It took me a while to realize since we're already surrounded by dead people but, this feeling wasn't him. It's everywhere around here, I can feel... Spirit! Soul! Whatever you want to call it! "
"Like you just said though. Isn't that normal?"
"Not this scatter, not like this. It's all over this place, under the rubble, and-fuck, I just- fuck, those things we were fighting... I felt it off them, too! The exact same feeling!"
And just like that it clicked.
"Then-"
"You talk too much."
The hill of junk scatters in the heir's wake, Raz snapping his attention forward to find him less than two feet away. His stomach churns, as the reality of his mistake runs through his mind: he let his guard down, allowed himself to be distracted. His innate precognition, faltering for just long enough to allow him to get this close, this dangerously close.
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Post by raz on Sept 1, 2016 14:05:05 GMT -8
But its a mistake he resolves to remedy, preparing to lurch forward with a bare-handed strike. Not optimal but... not possible, either, the trajectory of his body, it's all wrong. But what's he doing? Sailing through the air like that he'll miss him completely.
Miss him...
And he turns his head. The girl at his side. The Heir's loose hand clutching something such that gnarled, bladed thorns peak from between the knuckles and loose arm turning taut as it drives forward. And pierces the body of Clear like a spear, embedding in her chest. On her other side the black thorns emerge, stained with some incomprehensible substance as black lines trace outward from the point, and nononononononononono-
And he turns his head, and lashes his hand out to knock away the death, or worse fate still, rushing up her spine. And the aborted scream on his other side almost makes him vomit, as he turns to see what he feared, hoped against, but ultimately expected. The Heir's other hand, piercing Kyana's body. Blood everywhere, leaking from her mouth with a sputtered cough, as she inches her head to meet his gaze with shock. And then light leaves those eyes, and there's nothing nonononononononononononono-
And he looks ahead. Two feet between him and his foe. He played this wrong, he played this so wrong, but there are no options. No cards to play, now. There's nothing.
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Post by raz on Sept 1, 2016 14:12:55 GMT -8
The Heir appears, Kyana's next words dying in her throat as she barely even has time to register shock. Suddenly something hits her, hard, and she's knocked a good foot away, twisting in midair halfway between fear and panic. And the former dies as the later soars, understanding hitting her like a sack of bricks. She wasn't attacked, it was Raz. Raz, who knocked her away. Raz, who likewise knocked Clear away, in the opposite direction.
The Heir who she could swear moves in slow motion, arcing his hand now. And blood, as it punches a bloody hole through Raz, gouging a brilliant swirl of red, green, pink, yellow and gray free of his body.
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Post by powerkitten on Sept 1, 2016 14:17:53 GMT -8
Katie's instincts take over as she speeds herself up in time to almost quicksilver levels, pulling the rest of the group clear. Finally returning herself to normal speed once they're a safe distance away.
"Jesus Christ, did we shift back into the Madness setting when I wasn't looking?"
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Post by lunarLunatic on Sept 1, 2016 14:29:19 GMT -8
Zwei witnesses the spectacle, then spouts obscenities as she's being dragged off, trying to force her way forward in an act of aggression.
"YOU SOUL EATING, BULLSHIT CAUSING, [GARBLED NONSENSE] APOCALYPTIC COCKWAFFLE!"
Eventually freeing herself from Katie's attempt to keep her safe, she speeds back to the battlefield as she glows, producing a scythe of pure magic.
The ground rumbles as it breaks, greenery violently spreading in her wake as both her and said vegetation make their way towards Raz and the heir.
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