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Post by raz on Sept 26, 2016 7:41:15 GMT -8
Charles' crossed-up words bring Raz's attention to the shining gem he holds out, and his brow quirks curiously.
"...Dreambubbles really are something else. You made this on the fly, huh? Not bad."
Taking the gem gingerly between two fingers he looks it over, the thorny vine entanglement and the words of Eins and everyone calling his attention there.
"...Is that what you think I am? A hypocrite responsible for driving everything apart? I'm flattered, but things falling apart wasn't all on me.
...Even so."
Cupping his hands around the gem he holds it suspended in midair, energy feeding off it and swirling a brilliant, almost blinding sheen.
"It's not a hypocrisy that drives me forward...My past, and all the mistakes I've made? The people I hurt? The things I can't take back, and the things I never got to say...! Every single part of it is with me! But it doesn't hold me back, it drives me forward! To be better than I was a year, month or even a minute ago! And I won't ever stop! I'll make more mistakes, and I'll try not to but I might hurt more people, because life is a drag like that! But I won't EVER let those failures drag me down! Because I owe the people whose backs those failures rest on more than that! I owe the people who are here now, and trying their best, and who stand by my... who care about me! And the realest hypocrisy would be holding other people to different standards! Even if you're dead, the regret, and the mistakes, those don't have to make you OR undo you! Because we all have them, and that's what we've got each other for! So if you fade away someday, it will be at peace, not in anguish!"
Raz swings his arms outward, the gem hovering in one palm with a flash. And in the other a brilliant luster, shining rainbow light collecting in a dense orb that expand to about palm size before he closes his palm over it, and the orb shatters to stardust. His hand closes around the other gem as he lifts his leg to wind up a swing...!
"Medival Max! She's thinking her existence is a blight and you'd be better off without her, that Zwei and everyone else would be better off without her! So show her the depths of your conviction, and how wrong that is! Be the badass you're trying so desperately to look like!"
Throwing his whole body into it he swings his arm, launching a cluster of prismatic stardust that washes over Rid like a wave. Ephemeral as it might be it's... comforting, invigorating, somehow. And a shine appears in midair, almost too brilliant to look at but fading to a gently luster to reveal something floating freely in front of Rid.
Arrows, tipped in luminous light.
Around his arm binary numbers roll into existence from above, washing over it and forming into a solid surface thats details fill in rapidly. A shield, bearing a stained-glass aesthetic with the bodies of various Denizens and their symbolic aspects lined up in a circle around it.
"GO!!!"
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Post by flightlessicarus on Sept 26, 2016 10:20:18 GMT -8
Rid is hit with the rejuvenating blast and finds the all-shield and light arrows right there for him. He takes a moment to look them over. The shield seems to be immediately useful as the dark thorns try to reach towards him. He holds the shield in front of him to deflect the strike and upon impact, the flat image of a denizen appears for just a second to protect him! That's what this is all about? Her "lack of action" over his suffering? And she wants to leave because of that? He can't let that slide. Rid equips the light arrows to his crossbow and tries to aim at the outside layer of thick vines surrounding her. "Medi! I can't let you leave over that. Maybe I am dead, and maybe Chronos did kick my ass, but it's not your fault! It's the bitch that fucking organized it! How the fuck were you supposed to know what he was planning while he had you around his finger? Do you know how hard it is to escape from that slimy motherfucker? I know for a fact that no mere mortal could ever survive his iron grip and lying tongue." For a moment, Rid's coat appears less tattered, and slightly bloodstained. He lets loose an arrow or two to graze against the thorny sphere. "You do know that right? I've been forced under his command too many fucking times, and every single time, he did what he could to make me feel like he was doing me a favor. As if he actually cared about me. As if... as if he could step in after all those years of abandonment and be the father I never had. He took advantage of me when I was weak, and he did the same with you. Don't take the blame for the puppetmaster. It's through his control that we've been pushed and shoved aside."More arrows fly, this time aimed at the opposite side of her cage, at all points taking upmost care to only hit the outside layer and nothing else. "And you say you want to leave me alone without anyone at all to fill the gaping hole you'll leave behind just because you think I deserve 'better'?! I don't want to lose you! Your friends care about you! I care about you! You being gone... would be the worst thing that could ever happen... if you want to avoid making others suffer, don't fucking do this to yourself."The arrows continue being aimed and shot forth in this manner as he continues his speech. It seems his arrows are as numerous as the words he must say. Each one striving to break Medi free of her cage of despair. "I don't want to lose you! You're all I have left... and..."He wasn't sure if he could say it before, but between Raz giving him the courage to keep fighting and Thoren's wisdom upon the nature of his self, his thoughts are clear upon this assertion without a doubt.  "...I love you Medi!"With tears running down his face, and a great determination pushing him forwards, Rid shoots off a dozen light arrows in a clockwise fashion, freezing them in time until all of them are deployed, and then releases them forwards to hit all but the front and back of the sphere! A bright light shines forth as the arrows hit their tangential marks. |
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Post by frozenlake on Sept 26, 2016 10:55:28 GMT -8
The smith looks at the light arrows and shield created for rid, before turning back towards raz.
"...Are you going to do that for everybody? Because I don't think we have the time to create unique weapons."
"did... did the sky stop falling?"
Off in the distance, an inverted figure clad in green stands upon a mountain, holding their hands up in the air, a glow surrounding their limbs, preventing any and all motion in them. They breathe out a cold vapor, their own powers having chilled them as well.
"Tusj... No dloh attog..."
They seem to be holding the sky up for the time being, but there is no telling how long it may last.
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Post by lunarLunatic on Sept 26, 2016 14:34:23 GMT -8
With each volley of arrows that tear through the thich foliage of magic vines, you could hear both of them call out.
"We refused to listen to reason before! Everyone knew how bad it was and we turned the other cheek, no matter how much they tried...! Why would it be any different now!?"
"I'll only end up making more mistakes...!"
"I'll only hurt you..."
"You'll only hurt us!"
"Why won't you listen!?"
"I don't want to feel this way anymore..."
Little by little, the vines fall away.
Bit by bit, their growth slows down.
Medi is standing there, covered in red and black, clutching her head.
The other girl is nowhere to be seen.
"How could you love someone like me...I'm a mistake..."
"I don't understand..."
"I don't..."
"..."
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Post by flightlessicarus on Sept 26, 2016 15:14:33 GMT -8
Rid puts away his crossbow and slowly makes his way towards her, wings flapping gently.
He speaks in a hushed tone.
"It's alright... I used to think I was unlovable too. But, a certain someone showed me that there is potential for both of us. Together. Maybe destiny didn't have plans for us as we thought, but, we're still here, and we have all eternity to find a place for ourselves."
Rid looks up for a moment at the temporarily suspended projectiles of doom up above, and beyond that, to whatever else might be visible.
"Right now, many of us are fighting to keep this world from going over the brink. The figure responsible... I have a feeling he's been fucked over more than any are willing to say... But Raz has faith that even the scourge that threatens us all can find the light again."
He then returns his gaze back to her.
"No matter what happens though, I will be with you through it all."
Rid offers his hand to her. His undershirt is noticeably not black anymore, instead a washed-out gray.
"And that's a promise."
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Post by metreu on Sept 28, 2016 14:31:43 GMT -8
The cannons have reached critical power.
Dumas aims and holds on the trigger.
"It's now or oblivion your highness!"
Clear waves her hand.
"Fire!"
The black knight's cannon flashes and begins to smoke. The projectile fired in mere fragments of a second and already reaching its target above.
For a moment there is no sound, just a large flash of light on the Scourge. After a few seconds, the sound comes in along with a torrent of winds and smoke exploding from the cannon and the expanding projectile.
Sartana holds his cape up to defend Clear from the blast and braces himself.
The yellow knight also braces herself from the incoming shock wave.
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Post by flightlessicarus on Sept 28, 2016 14:39:17 GMT -8
Before Rid can even wait for a reaction however, something zooms up past him and Medi! His first thought is to protect her.
Rid holds Medi close with one arm, blocks the sides with his wings, and raises his shield to block anything from above. He switches to standard ghost flight to keep them in midair.
"It's alright... I'm here." He whispers to her.
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Post by frozenlake on Sept 28, 2016 14:56:28 GMT -8
The smith throws up a wall of some sort, shielding the area directly around raz and the others by accelerating air particles into the front caused by the explosion.
Charles already knows in his heart that wouldn't have worked, an screams out at Clear.
"YOU FUCKING IDIOT!"
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Post by flightlessicarus on Sept 28, 2016 16:22:05 GMT -8
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, CHARLES. SHE'S TRYING HER BEST. DID YOU WANT THAT FUCKING BOMB EXPLODING ON US DOWN HERE INSTEAD?!" Thoraine yells at Charles.
Meanwhile, Sethpulchritude Jake looks up at the fireworks, wearing sunglasses over Raphael's skull helmet.
"Man that's so fucking tight."
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Post by lunarLunatic on Sept 30, 2016 18:20:01 GMT -8
Medi looks up for a long while.
There's someone out there that feels the same way she feels...
Or perhaps a little differently.
Does that matter? She doesn't really know.
"..."
Would she even be of any help? Does she even want to help?
"...If you really....want to protect this existence...As awful and wretched it is...I guess I'll try to help...if I can..."
Well, if he wants things to stay this way, it may not be so bad...
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Post by flightlessicarus on Sept 30, 2016 19:30:46 GMT -8
"I'd like nothing more than that..." Rid continues to hold Medi in his protective embrace.
Stray sparks of energy are exchanged between them, due to being so close together.
Rid looks up, through the stained glass window of the all-shield, checking to see the whatever that was that hurtled past them.
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Post by frozenlake on Oct 3, 2016 11:30:20 GMT -8
Charles glares over at Thoraine, obviously angry, but sighs, doubly conflicted by the fact that Seth isn't the only one in there, and that his memories are giving conflicting information on Seth themselves.
They don't make any witty comebacks, or say anything in response, merely making a pointed glance over to the remains of the cannon, before turning to glance back up at the clouds, Aspect flashing in their eyes as they attempt to determine the status of the Scourge's Soul.
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Post by metreu on Oct 4, 2016 19:59:59 GMT -8
Dumas' cannon smokes and slowly returns to it's original size.
"Aaron, whats the report?"
He asks in a low tone.
The yellow knight, Aaron, responds quietly.
"Looked like a hit to me."
Sartana keeps a protective stance in front of Clear, holding his board, two handed sword in front of him.
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Post by frozenlake on Oct 7, 2016 8:30:15 GMT -8
"Even if it did hit /something/, that doesn't mean that the scourge was the one that got hit. It could have dropped a flare or something for the shot to hit instead."
Charles continues focusing... come on... it can't be gone just like that, can it? That would be literally one of the most anticlimactic ways for it to go down. He glances down at the group incase it decided to move down to the ground sneaky, before looking back up.
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Post by raz on Oct 21, 2016 9:06:30 GMT -8
A rushing cross of black flames rushes downward, meeting the force of creation. The sky splits, shockwaves shattering the stasis keeping meteor and debris rain from coming down on the combatants. And that force of creation breaks through, surging toward the man railing against that very force as he ascends.. Out of sight he lashes his hand out, another sound like a thundercrack splitting the sky and swirling the colors painting it as it frenzies in his cupped hand, nostril flaring and pupils narrowing as he looks at it, and beyond, to the amassed below.
"...A universe made and unmade.This will do, yeah... This will-"
The heir is pushed back by an outburst of force, the unmade world straining against his grip as reality flips out on practically every level. His fingers tighten around it, digging deeper, until finally something gives, and the blast clears him, continuing higher into the sky still. Where the Heir's arm was just a moment ago, a stump, cauterized by the passing blast, and a shuddered cough wet with blood, but the blackened figure behind him, still shrouded by flames, spreads its wings tipped with steel.
"...Fuckers. When are you going to realize it...! NOW, AND FOR THE REST OF THIS EXISTENCE, I WON'T LOSE!!! NOT TO YOU! NOT TO WAVERING FEELINGS! NOT TO THIS BODY! AND NOT TO EVERYTHING YOU'LL THROW AT ME!!!!!!"
His expression twists, sheer rage lighting his eyes as he aims his staff weapon below. And reality twists with another wet cough of blood. Innumerable raining weapons, more now springing into existence below him. Ripples in space form into ships reminiscent of the Battlefield, yellow and purple and patchwork gray, training weapons on the group and unloading full salvos of kinetic and energy fire alike, the ships home to gaps in the storm. Cross-sections of destruction as attack meets attack, scatterpoints of shrapnel forming a secondary thicket in addition to the maze of death elsewise threatening to engulf them. And space bends further, assorted weapons, ships, cars, any and everything in the Heir's imagination spring to some patchwork of presence who's only goal is destruction.
And charging upward into the worst of it, on a straight line for the ascending Heir.. Raz, crackling with released lightning and an arm outstretched gathering a prismatic shield. Falks close behind and under his ward, holding onto Kyana's hand as that girl reloads her rifle with one hand.
"Stick close! This is about to get hairy and we're not losing anyone else!"
"No complaints here, I like living too thanks! Kyana, you doing alright back there?!"
"I'm just fine... God Tier or not I refuse to sit this one out... So you can count on my support favored four-eyes! And you too, ma'am!"
"Favored... Hah, Alright! Support, defense, and offense! You me and Falks, lets go! AND EVERYONE ELSE!"
Cupping his hand, and the rainbow shine hovering in that palm, he closes his hand around it before swinging his arm.
"FORM UP AND CHARGE!"
Prismatic shields spring up in front of the others as the three meet that wall of destruction head on. The horrendous sound of steel on steel and sparks flying fills the air as they rise against that turbulence. Into the sky after the fleeing Heir.
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