[Area] Blasted Zone - Dust and Ruin
Sept 23, 2016 8:28:12 GMT -8
Post by raz on Sept 23, 2016 8:28:12 GMT -8
Bonds surpassing linking them all together. Raz turns to survey the others: a giant robot, Clear and her knights of the round, Jake, overflowing with those multitudes of like spirits, Raine and Thoren's combination. And his eyes widen as he sees it... In those wings, linked to Jake, countless strings of red and orange and a multitude of other colors wound together so tightly and so numerously as to seem a majestic ribbon. The tangibility of those bonds he sees elsewhere too: the links of those piloting that machine, standing out even if he can't see them directly. Those faint strings linking Niki to all the others, a more vibrant one flashing to life between her and Mimi. Tangible strings link so thickly as to form ribbons, the sum of their unity. And a ribbon like that, almost like a scarf around the merge between Raine and Thoren.
Even from him. Strings lead his eyes to Falks and Kyana, who flash him thumbs up and determined smiles. Too far off for him to hear they hash out a quick conversation before Falks nods and takes Kyana's hand firmly before blasting off toward Raz, sleeves blowing off her top in the wake of some expulsion of force. For her credit Kyana holds on dutifully, free hand tightly gripping her rifle.
To Clear, returned. And he smiles, just for a moment catching her gaze with a simple nod.
To Zwei, trying her hardest despite everything she and her components have gone through. From her to Eins and her companion, and even the link between those two.
The frayed string linking her back to one phantasmal presence floating alongside those red wings.
Somehow, this is sobering. A byproduct of his powers...? He can see the bonds linking them as a tangible force. Some stronger than others, some frayed, but, he realizes, they link everyone here through some degrees of separation at least. He could have guessed as much but having it laid out like this makes it all the more clear. Everyone's thoughts... and now his drift to that pair ascending. To Zwei, and to the edgy Link look-a-like.
And his eyes narrow. Sending the Vanguard on ahead with a sweep of his hand he lurches toward the pair, moving so fast as to blink in and out of visibility on his arc of a path before blinking in right in front of the pair and throwing his arm out as a commanding signal to stop.
"And just what the hell do you think you're doing?!"
Lightning crackles around his fist as it tightens, and he looks piercingly at the two of them.
"What part of form up did you not catch?! Because you flying off on your own makes it look like you don't really care about what happens to you. And you know what, fuck that. If you fight you fight to win, you don't fight for your own selfish desire to martyr! Everyone else here is trying their hardest because this is a fight we need to win! So treating it as disposable, as something to throw yourself on a sword with, is a slap in the face to everyone else here putting it on the line, giving their all! And to the people we already lost, and the people we're fighting to keep alive now! So no, that shit is downright unacceptable!!!"
A bolt of lightning pierces the void, cracking thunder behind him as his expression borders on livid. But with his next words it softens to something fiercely, compassionate.
"...So I don't know what your story is, or why you're here with such little care for your own existence. But I know a couple things. What I just told you, that irrefutable fact that fighting like this isn't going to help anyone and at the end of the day is an active spite on everyone else. And I know that despite everything there are at least two people right here, even more really, who have a vested interest in your well being. Zwei wanting it is enough for me to say yours is an existence worth preserving. And you!!!"
Lashing his hand out to point squarely at Rid's spectral form he looks to it with narrowed eyes.
"Even I can tell when someone's got things left unsaid. And, fuck that! I know... I know what it's like, having things you want to say to someone, only to never get that chance. And there was no reason but my own hang-ups. So it's likewise unacceptable for you to hang back when you've got things on your chest! I can tell you care about this girl, and look! Zwei's not hesitating to make her feelings known so neither should you! I might not know what's going on but I have faith in my comrades, and I've got faith in the both of you! So don't hesitate! Get the hell over here! We've got a fight to win but I won't accept leaving anyone behind! So I'm entrusting this with you! And you too, Zwei!"
Raz holds a hand to his chest. Strings there too, intangible but linking them all the same. And one more that he leads his gaze back on. Up through the winding sky and falling storm, weaving through it and linking all the way up to him. Something that remains with even all the distance he puts between the two of them with his ascent. And his hand tightens around that invisible link.
"...Everyone else? Orders haven't changed, form up on me. We're heading into the eye of the storm, so unless your heart's all the way in it, turn your ass around! For everyone left... let's go!"
Even from him. Strings lead his eyes to Falks and Kyana, who flash him thumbs up and determined smiles. Too far off for him to hear they hash out a quick conversation before Falks nods and takes Kyana's hand firmly before blasting off toward Raz, sleeves blowing off her top in the wake of some expulsion of force. For her credit Kyana holds on dutifully, free hand tightly gripping her rifle.
To Clear, returned. And he smiles, just for a moment catching her gaze with a simple nod.
To Zwei, trying her hardest despite everything she and her components have gone through. From her to Eins and her companion, and even the link between those two.
The frayed string linking her back to one phantasmal presence floating alongside those red wings.
Somehow, this is sobering. A byproduct of his powers...? He can see the bonds linking them as a tangible force. Some stronger than others, some frayed, but, he realizes, they link everyone here through some degrees of separation at least. He could have guessed as much but having it laid out like this makes it all the more clear. Everyone's thoughts... and now his drift to that pair ascending. To Zwei, and to the edgy Link look-a-like.
And his eyes narrow. Sending the Vanguard on ahead with a sweep of his hand he lurches toward the pair, moving so fast as to blink in and out of visibility on his arc of a path before blinking in right in front of the pair and throwing his arm out as a commanding signal to stop.
"And just what the hell do you think you're doing?!"
Lightning crackles around his fist as it tightens, and he looks piercingly at the two of them.
"What part of form up did you not catch?! Because you flying off on your own makes it look like you don't really care about what happens to you. And you know what, fuck that. If you fight you fight to win, you don't fight for your own selfish desire to martyr! Everyone else here is trying their hardest because this is a fight we need to win! So treating it as disposable, as something to throw yourself on a sword with, is a slap in the face to everyone else here putting it on the line, giving their all! And to the people we already lost, and the people we're fighting to keep alive now! So no, that shit is downright unacceptable!!!"
A bolt of lightning pierces the void, cracking thunder behind him as his expression borders on livid. But with his next words it softens to something fiercely, compassionate.
"...So I don't know what your story is, or why you're here with such little care for your own existence. But I know a couple things. What I just told you, that irrefutable fact that fighting like this isn't going to help anyone and at the end of the day is an active spite on everyone else. And I know that despite everything there are at least two people right here, even more really, who have a vested interest in your well being. Zwei wanting it is enough for me to say yours is an existence worth preserving. And you!!!"
Lashing his hand out to point squarely at Rid's spectral form he looks to it with narrowed eyes.
"Even I can tell when someone's got things left unsaid. And, fuck that! I know... I know what it's like, having things you want to say to someone, only to never get that chance. And there was no reason but my own hang-ups. So it's likewise unacceptable for you to hang back when you've got things on your chest! I can tell you care about this girl, and look! Zwei's not hesitating to make her feelings known so neither should you! I might not know what's going on but I have faith in my comrades, and I've got faith in the both of you! So don't hesitate! Get the hell over here! We've got a fight to win but I won't accept leaving anyone behind! So I'm entrusting this with you! And you too, Zwei!"
Raz holds a hand to his chest. Strings there too, intangible but linking them all the same. And one more that he leads his gaze back on. Up through the winding sky and falling storm, weaving through it and linking all the way up to him. Something that remains with even all the distance he puts between the two of them with his ascent. And his hand tightens around that invisible link.
"...Everyone else? Orders haven't changed, form up on me. We're heading into the eye of the storm, so unless your heart's all the way in it, turn your ass around! For everyone left... let's go!"
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