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Post by rally on Aug 1, 2012 16:47:49 GMT -6
==> Strern: Make your choice.
That telling tremble in your leg, the bead of sweat that slips down the side of your face, you know that they can tell... You're torn. How could you possibly decide between them? As far as you're concerned, they could both be lying, they could both be telling the truth... They're your friends, they're the highbloods, your emperor and your moirail's patron...
You take a step away from Lofora so you stand more between them, your arrow still pointed at Slaier but you know your gaze shows that this isn't an attack, this is some sort of weird respect, an admittance of fear. You can tell Lofora's afraid, and damn if you aren't terrified too. If she's telling the truth... B-but Slaier seems fine, he's just, somehow, darker...
When you finally do speak, it's a choked growl.
SA: both of you SA: just stop it SA: stop it SA: right now
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Post by slayer on Aug 1, 2012 16:57:20 GMT -6
==> SI: INSUBORDINATION [/size][/b] Hahaha. No. You didn't want to do this, but you can't afford to be passive if you want them to take you seriously. If fear is how you have to rule, then so be it.
It wouldn't be wise to attempt to use Slash Emperor in this confined space, you call your smaller scythe from your specibus, King Crimson. A cross between a hatchet and a sickle, this is something that can only barely be considered a scythe, you made it specifically to kill in close quarters.
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: We're friends, Strern, so I'm going to give you one chance to put the bow away. SLAIER: Failure to comply will result in me removing your arm. SLAIER: I just want you to know that you're forcing me to do this. All I ask is that you do your duty to your emperor. SLAIER: Lofora is, of course, a highblood, but her duty is also to me. You have no obligation to assist her, but you are obliged to restrain her for me. SLAIER: For what it's worth, I promise not to kill her. Yet. [/spoiler] You relax your shoulders a bit and a look straight into Strern's eyes.
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: Do you want to be alone again, Strern? SLAIER: I can take everything away from you, you know that. SLAIER: But, I can also give you anything you want, anything you could ever wish for. That's what friends do, right? [/spoiler]
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Post by lofora on Aug 1, 2012 17:10:19 GMT -6
==> Lofora: CONTINUE DIPLOMATIC PERSUASION.
WHICH IS, FUN FACT, SERIOUSLY DIFFICULT TO DO WHEN YOU'RE AS PISSED AND AS IN PAIN AS YOU ARE.
[/center] LOFORA: ✯ ii'd l∞vee t∞ st∞p. LOFORA: ✯ buut ii d∞n't kn∞w iiff hhee'll leet mee.
Slaier continues rambling about FUCK HIM. Seriously.
LOFORA: ✯ ii t∞ld yy∞uu. LOFORA: ✯ ii ffuuckiing t∞ld yy∞uu. LOFORA: ✯ hhee juust ffuuckiing thhreeaateeneed yy∞uur g∞gdaamn aarm. LOFORA: ✯ streern, hhee's ffuull ∞ff shhiit. whhaat iis ∞n thhiis meetee∞r t∞ taakee aawaayy? LOFORA: ✯ beesiidees, yy∞uu'll hhaavee mee. LOFORA: ✯ duutyy iis l∞ng ffuuckiing g∞nee, thhee eempiiree iis g∞nee wiithh aalteerniiaa. LOFORA: ✯ ffriieends d∞n't ff∞rcee ffriieends t∞ ff∞ll∞w ∞rdeers, streern.
You shift your weight, making sure to keep an eye on Slaier. However, you're ready to run like a maniac. You may not be anywhere near as strong as Slaier, but you're willing to bet you're faster, if nothing else due to the fact that you're much, much smaller.
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Post by rally on Aug 1, 2012 21:05:30 GMT -6
==> Strern: Do something. Say something.
You try but... your arms, you just can't... You can't move...
You're terrified.
Hands trembling, the tip of your arrow dips down a bit, and you take a slow step back towards Lofora, right ontop of your sketchbook. Thinkpan full to bursting with your fear, with your panic, all you can muster is a growl, really more of a whimper.
You're god tier. You knew that this wasn't just, that you'd done nothing to deserve to meet your death here, this wouldn't be the end... B-but it could be for Lofora, a-and you... you have to protect her. She's the one in danger here. As much as friendship means to you, and as wrong as it feels not to follow Slaier's orders, something inside of you... It tells you that protecting Lofora, that it's the right thing to do...
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Post by slayer on Aug 1, 2012 21:34:44 GMT -6
==> SI: Royal Diplomacy [/size][/b] You smile. Sure, he lowered his bow, you predicted that much. He also backed up to Lofora, you can see that Strern has made his choice, and you are not pleased. You strike the wall with King Crimson, burying the weapon inside for now, you then proceed to roll your shoulders and assume an odd stance.
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: I expected better from you. SLAIER: If you want to provoke me, you've done a wonderful job! [/spoiler] You haven't had a chance to let go in a while, not since you escaped from Jack before heading to the Veil. You skin feels like it's being torn off in strips, something comes bubbling to the surface, violently erupting when it reaches your brain. You forgot just how much rage you feel when you use your God Tier powers, you can't even see straight anymore, everything is a hazy cloud of red.
You look down at your hands, they're stained with the same purple of the Rage symbol, the same color as the tendrils sprouting from every pore on your skin. Before long, you're covered in a writhing mass of hate, you're sure they can feel it, you'd be surprised if anyone on the meteor didn't feel the screaming blackness of your anger. But this is only the tip of the iceberg, you destroy through rage, you ARE rage, these tendrils exist to hurt others, as does the squirming scythe like protrusion now jutting from your right arm. You can't think anymore, you're too lost in the darkness. You don't see anything but smears of color in your vision, blue and purple mingling with the omnipresent red. You hate these colors so much it feels like your heart might burst.
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: ______!!!!!! SLAIER: ▂▂▃▃▄▄▅▅! [/spoiler] If hatred had a sound, that would be what just escaped your lips. Not words, not a sentence, it wasn't any language, just the rabid roaring of a beast. The erroneous scythe growing from your arm springs out towards Strern, you feel a dull pressure on the blade, it feels like cutting meat with a knife. You walk over and pick up the severed right arm and stare at it for a moment.
This arm was the object of your anger, it was the source of your hate. You feel yourself inexplicably relax. You vision clears, the tendrils retreat back into wherever they come from. You stare slack jawed at Strern and Lofora, you don't understand what just happened. You know you used your God Tier ability, but you can't remember anything but static after that. You look at what you're holding in your hand.
[/justify][/size] SLAIER: What have I done...? [/spoiler]
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Post by lofora on Aug 1, 2012 21:47:10 GMT -6
==> Lofora: Shut down.
Your mind ceases to work as his rage thing comes up. You know he's mad, sure. Whatever. You move toward the wall, backing into it. You don't want to die.
He then acts on his word, removing Strern's arm. You watch as he seemingly faints from the shock immediately, and tears begin to stream down your face. Once again. A life ruined. And it's your fault. You had to drag Strern into this. And look what happened.
Slaier returns to normal, whatever normal is. He asks what he's done. You look at him, your tears mixing with blood. However, without a word, you scoop up Strern and start running, trying to take all the pain and hurt you can from him. But the loss of a limb is something you can't take.
You wonder when things will be slightly above "fucking horrible" again as you run. [/center]
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