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Post by adorablesleep on Sept 9, 2016 23:08:09 GMT -8
Nora hugs Clear.
"Don't be like that," she says. "That asshole," She glares at the Heir. "Thinks he has full control of this situation. You'll have your chance."
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Post by metreu on Sept 9, 2016 23:54:31 GMT -8
Clear shakes her head.
"It's only that she has been trying forever to do the things these people are only now setting out to do for another reason. Perhaps another cause."
She pulls her shawl around her shoulders as a white gate materializes behind her. When it opens, it reveals a vast green landscape surrounded by gigantic white walls and a pristine city in the distance.
"Remember. You promised me."
She points a finger at Raz.
"You're not allowed to die."
Clear gives Nora a pat on the back, slipping away from the hug. The newly born goddess turns and enters the white gate, and it vanishes with her.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Sept 10, 2016 23:19:31 GMT -8
Meanwhile, Rid is just trying to keep track of everything. Katie just poofed, Mystery woman just walked off to another place, Raz is bleeding, weirdokat is conflicted, and... why the fuck do they look ready for a reenactment of the time he and Brae sealed the blue hole?
And all the while, the scourge is barely even doing anything!
What is he supposed to be doing here?
Meanwhile, Thoren looks over and smiles at Zwei. He's glad he was able to keep her around here,and that she's finally getting her chance to shine.
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Post by frozenlake on Sept 11, 2016 15:17:29 GMT -8
Charles turns his head towards Rid, at his exclamation regarding the attack.
There is a flash of... something else. Charles is attached to a large ring, with his head wide open. There are 11 other bodies attached to the ring, with a spot open for one more... and all of them are charles, in a similar condition, abit with differing clothing. The image vanishes just as quickly as it came, but Charles is holding his hand to his head, looking as if he has a migraine.
He turns back to the scourge, and pauses, wondering if he should be attacking at this moment.
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...He decides to leave it, for the time being. Maybe Raz knows what he is doing.
God, he hopes so. Better work with Raz then... them.1-6
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Post by raz on Sept 14, 2016 8:06:04 GMT -8
"Die...? Yeah, right."
Raz smirks, holding a hand to his chest as he keeps his eyes focused ahead. The wave of light that washes over him prompts him to take a deep breath, still for a few moments as his body mends in its wake. This time, no talking, no movement, no anything that would disrupt it, and so the piercing wound fades, remaining blood making it a little hard to tell while staying its only sign.
"...Thanks. Knew you could do it. And, thank you, for waiting so patiently."
The Heir head hung, suddenly shifts his head upward to meet Raz's gaze, eyes widdening as the torrent of emotions in him threaten to break free. It's all he can do but stammer out a few hesitant words, before
"...What the hell did you do to me? Why is it like this?! This indecision..."
"...I told you. And you know it too, stop asking like I'm breaking new ground here."
Taking a step forward prompts another step back from the Heir, but this time he raises his hand, extending it. And at that gesture the Heir's cold sweat intensifies, the backstep he takes halting.
"...why..."
"...Cause. We can squash this. You've got the power to squash this, once and for all. It's not about revenge, hasn't been for a while right? But the people right here... And the people with you. For all their sakes."
The Heir takes a hesitant step forward, hand twitching at his side.
"For their sakes..."
Raz takes another small step forward, still staying close to Zwei as she continues. Only a few yards seperate he and the Heir now, who likewise takes another step with an expression twisted by indecision, anger and too many swirling emotions to count.
"This isn't what you wanted, man. Let it go... You can do it."
"..."
The Heir's mouth hangs breaths coming out in short pants and shuddering groans as he lifts a hand to his head. The other, outstretched.
"...For their sakes."
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Post by frozenlake on Sept 14, 2016 8:17:24 GMT -8
Charles stands back. He briefly pictures the Scourge proceeding to stab Raz through and continue the fight, but he knocks that picture out of his head, praying that stray thought didn't make it so /that/ was going to happen.
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Post by raz on Sept 14, 2016 9:07:29 GMT -8
The Heir tightens his fist, mouth closing to grit teeth as his hand closes around his weapon. And he lets out a horrendous scream, reeling his arm back to make a wild swing that sends a rushing wave of debris and destruction toward Raz and Zwei. Hissing his teeth he keeps that hand held to his side as he prepares to throw up a barrier, only for a falling star to impact the ground directly in front of him and bring up a wall of debris that offsets the incoming wave, splitting it into two that carry on around Raz and Zwei. A falling star... Or Falks, with a fist embedded in the ground that she withdraws with a snarl and shaking out of her hand.
"Good timing...!"
"You're welcome you moron! Y'know when they say 'you must be some kind of crazy'? You're at least twelve different kinds!"
Raz chuckles, mirth falling away as the debris does too to reveal the Heir still there, one hand raised to his head as he groans out something unintelligible.
"Damn you... You don't understand a goddamn thing! For everyone's sakes...! For everyone's sakes I can't stop. I have to...! I won't fail in this! You don't know what it's like! YOU DON'T! KNOW ANYTHING! WHAT IT'S LIKE TO FAIL, AND FAIL, AND FALTER AND LOSE IT ALL, AGAIN AND AGAIN...! THE INEVITABILITY, THE POINTLESSNESS OF EVERY MOVE WE MAKE! YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE, DEALING WITH THAT... AND YOU SIT THERE, TRYING TO LECTURE ME ON HOW I FEEL!! YOU THINK BECAUSE YOU HOLD ONTO WHAT'S MINE YOU KNOW, BUT YOU DON'T KNOW A GODDAMN THING!!!!!!"
The heir's weapon falls, clattering to the ground as he holds both hands to his head now, teeth bared as he convulses to some phantom pain.
"I DON'T.... I CAN'T... I CAN'T I CAN'T ICAN'TICAN'TICAN'TSTOP CAN'T...!!!!! GRRRAHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!"
The ground shakes, convulsions matching his own as things start to shift. Pillars turn upward, the shifting sea of remnants shifting under their feet as he lifts his head to the sky and screams incoherently.
"You bastard... You absolute fuck, my head, everything is a mess because of YOU...! I don't care it doesn't matter anymore, I'll..."
Black flames burst to life around one crazed eye, the Heir cupping one hand in front of him. In it, another flame, shrouding... a card. And as smokey mist swirls around him he closes his hand around the card, the noise of shattered glass eclipsed by his livid words.
"I'M GOING TO WIPE YOUR LIFE AND YOUR DEATH AND YOUR SHITTY EXISTENCE OFF THE FUCKING MAP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Black flames explode outward, forming into a pair of wings behind the Heir as a wall of them rushes toward Raz, Zwei and Falks! Another punch brings one more wall of debris to defend but the flames char at it mercilessly, Raz joining into to ward it with a mental barrier and a terse expression. Above, he can just barely make out the Heir rising, something at his back forming more definitively but shrouded still by the flames. Wings scatter embers that descend, growing in size rapidly as they fall until a scattered rain of meteors is falling, impacting the ground haphazardly but with tremendous impact each time.
"Shit...!"
"This is bad! We've still got a lot of recovering, and you're still in no shape to be doing shit!"
"...No. That's not right."
Falks turns to him incredulously, chuckling in that mirthless way as she rests her hand on her hip.
"You can't seriously be considering flying into the fray like this!"
"I'm not just considering it, I'm going to do it. Because I know what I need to do now... I thought I could get through to him, but he's the kind of idiot that doesn't stray from a path he's decided on. Luckily I'm the same way."
Standing at full height now, Raz turns to the others. The prismatic overlay of the bubble crackles with dark sparks now, sky settling into a dark purple as the Heir rises.
"...I just need to get in close. One moment... One moment and I can knock him back to his senses, and end this once and for all. I need help, though... Some of you guys, should probably stay, watch out for those people recovering and keep them safe from this chaos. But the rest of you... Sorry. It's a selfish request, but."
Raz looks to the sky, fist tightened at his side.
"...I want to help him. So, we haven't got much time! If you're with me, we're gonna end this! And we won't lose anyone else! Those are my selfish desires and I intend to see them through!"
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Post by frozenlake on Sept 14, 2016 9:48:49 GMT -8
Charles chucks a light blue stone in the air behind him, before vanishing in a flash of flame, appearing on the other end of the dream dome.
The stone lands, And Charles is yanked at absurd speed toward it, blade up, pointed forward through the flight path, which happens to intersect... right where the scourge is.
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Post by lunarLunatic on Sept 14, 2016 12:38:43 GMT -8
Zwei scoffs, using greenery as a shield for any debris that may come her way.
"Not giving up, huh. Well, we're not backing down either. We have your back the whole way."
...A laughter rings from behind.
"Hahahaha! Would you look at that, Medicine! Such power...Hahaha! This is going to be enjoyable to the very end!"
The girl in black raises her hands, energy building up in both her hands. The girl behind her is just standing next to her wordlessly, mouth leaking ink.
"Medicine-?!"
Zwei glances to the source of the voice and sees...What she couldn't believe.
"Agh! I'm late! But I'm here! I'll kick this bastard's ass! Just say the word!"
Raine, however, seems to be running right into the action; deflecting whatever comes her way with powerful mace swings while dodging ones that seem a little too powerful for her tastes.
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Post by SJmun on Sept 14, 2016 14:51:08 GMT -8
Not too far behind, Charlotte and Lambda are following her into the fray, zigzagging at double speed while slowing any rocks flying towards them.
Upon catching up, Charlotte falls over from the excess momentum onto the ground.
Not too many moments pass before Charlotte manages to sit up. There's a few bumps and scratches from the demolition mess, but not too much.
"Holy analog it's the reckoning all over again. We gotta get up, Lambda!"
Charlotte tries to pull Lambda to her feet once again, but it's clear that Charlotte could use a bit longer to rest.
Unfortunately she doesn't have that kind of time on hand, she's got others to worry about.
"What is she even thinking, going straight into the thick of it first thing in the morning... pray time keeps her safe..." she sighs in exasperation, continuing her efforts.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Sept 14, 2016 16:35:50 GMT -8
Thoren leaps out of the way of any debris going towards him, utilizing what he has to expertly dodge the falling obstacles. He rocket jumps up to a particularly large meteor, and with his scythe, and some careful calculations, in regard to the falling locations of the resulting pieces, slashes it straight in half. His work is practicaly a physics teacher's dream (though there is friction present).
Soon enough, he senses his beloved nearby. He adjusts his precarious path of careful finesse to arrive at her side.
"I see you have regained your strength, my love. Our enemy is in a vulnerable state, now with 99% of his soul recovered, half of which which is giving him clashing thoughts. Raz believes he can sway him with the last 1% still with him. What exactly the fuck we should do to the scourge I don't know, but for now we should prioritize defense."
Thoren continues to dodge and strike at whichever debris goes towards them.
Meanwhile, Rid tries to keep out of harm's way with the Roc's feather. It's difficult for him to keep up.
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Post by lunarLunatic on Sept 14, 2016 19:20:05 GMT -8
"I'll go on the defensive until we get a good idea on how to approach this, yeah..."
Raine can't really do much, it seems.
She is a little off put by Thoren's...uhh...Formality. Is this how he usually is or...?
The girl in the black dress and Medi, unfortunately, charge in towards the disaster master known as the scourge, magic and chainsaw in hand; most definitely on the offensive. Maniacally so, with the girl's laughter bellowing loudly.
Lambda seems to be disgruntled by being dragged into the fray. But they have a hornless girl to defend, so...
"So...Our priority now is to look for things that the girl isn't aware of and eliminate them before they become a threat."
She's taking this seriously, it seems.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Sept 14, 2016 22:13:24 GMT -8
Thoren can somewhat sense Raine's confusion over his behavior. From what it seems, the more he relies on programs and plugins to direct his movements and actions, the less he can really express himself while using them.
He decides to take it down a notch on the precise acrobatics for her sake.
It was fun while it lasted at least.
Thoren looks up and sees the Scourge flying high above with wings of black flame.
"What the fuck is he doing up there anyways?"
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Post by raz on Sept 20, 2016 8:16:39 GMT -8
The sound of crackling flames meets grinding metal as it unfurls from those black wings, feathers like ornate blades tipping those wings as they grow to several yards length. The incoming FL is swatted away by one of those half-metal wings, the Heir curling inward before lashing his arms out to let a berserker scream free. Countless make weapons rain from above to join the meteorfall, as the sky distorts and twists, flashes of former battlefields painting hazy reflections on some invisible mirror. And his weapon, discarded on the ground, trembles before rocketing into the sky after him, the Heir holding out a hand to catch it deftly before twisting the two halves apart. From the base of each, multicolor flames spring forth, forming a loose collection resembling a spear or blade.
And as death rains from above Raz keeps his gaze focused squarely on him, the Heir meeting his gaze even this far away.
"...If you've got anything left in the tank."
Raz cups both hands at his sides, a symbol of Doom alighting in his right palm as the phantom Wayland appears to that side. And to his left, a flickering gray flame, the phantasmal Eliza appearing on that side. Parts of her missing, one hand held up to shield an eye, but smiling nonetheless. And behind them, that metal knight, the Endymion Vanguard, opening and closing its fists in turn.
"...Any last aces up your sleeve, or any jank power ups. This is absolutely the time to bust them out, or crank them to eleven."
Sinking to a crouch he keeps his gaze upward, fingertips pressed to the ground as electricity starts crackling around his person. And the words that imprint on the minds of all present as he stands.
Scherzo di None
A bolt of lightning, real or imagined its impossible to say, lights up the Knight of Mind, blowing his hair upward. Electricity crackles furiously along the surface of his skin and clothes, gray eyes void of pupils narrowing as he cups a hand behind him and dancing lightning gathers there.
"Because something tells me we're not getting another chance."
Raz thrusts his hand out, the Vanguard moving to the front to slam its two pairs of fists together as it and he form wards of gray and green crackling electricity one over the other.
"Form up! And let's go!!!"
And the debris at his feet indents as he launches into the skies above. Toward that raining wall of death, and toward...
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Post by flightlessicarus on Sept 20, 2016 15:36:42 GMT -8
Thoren looks over towards Raine. Something strong resonates within him. She should be able to feel it quite well from him.
"...Raine. I have an idea. Lock lips with me and we shall become one. Together we will be able to do things far beyond our capabilities apart. Together we can defeat the Scourge. Will you accept my offer to unite?"
He stands there before her, arms waiting to embrace her.
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