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realityshifted2009-12-22 07:32 pm
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eleventh pact ❖ {my apocalypse}
[Emil (or is it?) appears on the Plane suddenly and without warning, surrounded by four big black wolves. They all have shreds of cloth in their mouths, and Emil's sawlike sword is covered in blood. If he's aware of his surroundings, he doesn't... seem like it.
In fact, he seems anything but lucid.]
I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them kill them kill them kill them KILL THEM kill them kill them kill them kill them kill them kill them I'll kill them I'll kill EVERYTHING because no one NO ONE deserves to live. YOU. You betrayed me. Filthy, worthless humans! Humans, half-elves, all of you are KILLING THIS PLANET like you killed my tree and I'll make you PAY for hurting me. They hurt me. They HURT ME.
[And then, just as suddenly, he's cringing.]
It hurts it hurts everything hurts she's dead I'm dead I'm not alive I'm dying I'm dying I'm dying nothing is worth it everything is ending MAKE IT STOP!
[Suddenly, he gains a seething black aura that can be seen as much as felt-- pure power, hatred, and darkness. Oh, the darkness. It's his native element and it's expressed as much now as ever.]
[ooc: PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING. People who comment to this post have a HIGH RISK of being hurt and/or killed.
Damage Control: How much do you want your character beat up? Please leave me an OOC note in your tag. I can accommodate. However, if you decide to have your character killed, please fill out this form and have it approved BEFORE it happens.
Emil should be able to survive this encounter, seeing as he's a huge godmod (and some plot stuff needs to go down) so I'd rather not kill him off here. Revenge can come later. You can ping me on AIM as heroic BSOD if you want to talk things over.
Happy holiday massacre, guys!]
In fact, he seems anything but lucid.]
I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them I'll kill them kill them kill them kill them KILL THEM kill them kill them kill them kill them kill them kill them I'll kill them I'll kill EVERYTHING because no one NO ONE deserves to live. YOU. You betrayed me. Filthy, worthless humans! Humans, half-elves, all of you are KILLING THIS PLANET like you killed my tree and I'll make you PAY for hurting me. They hurt me. They HURT ME.
[And then, just as suddenly, he's cringing.]
It hurts it hurts everything hurts she's dead I'm dead I'm not alive I'm dying I'm dying I'm dying nothing is worth it everything is ending MAKE IT STOP!
[Suddenly, he gains a seething black aura that can be seen as much as felt-- pure power, hatred, and darkness. Oh, the darkness. It's his native element and it's expressed as much now as ever.]
[ooc: PLEASE READ THE FOLLOWING. People who comment to this post have a HIGH RISK of being hurt and/or killed.
Damage Control: How much do you want your character beat up? Please leave me an OOC note in your tag. I can accommodate. However, if you decide to have your character killed, please fill out this form and have it approved BEFORE it happens.
Emil should be able to survive this encounter, seeing as he's a huge godmod (and some plot stuff needs to go down) so I'd rather not kill him off here. Revenge can come later. You can ping me on AIM as heroic BSOD if you want to talk things over.
Happy holiday massacre, guys!]

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Emil!
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Hahahaha—
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And I'm not gonna let you do that!
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/spams the same two icons over and over
ROFL
IT'S TRUE
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[stays at a safe distance]
What's happening to you? What do you see?
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[He holds his abdomen as if he's been stabbed... but he's starting to laugh so hard that he chokes.]
E-Everything is worthless. The Cores are gone... and she's dead. Dead. Those bastards... hahahaha... they took her from me. Stupid, pitiful—
[Suddenly, wince. And he looks straight through Ten.]
You helped them. You helped them do this! [Aww, shit. Prepare to run, Ten-- there are four very angry wolves growling and snapping in your direction.]
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[oh no! Well, after a very brief thought about staying, the Doctor will not commit suicide (today) and he turns and makes a run for it!]
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...Emil...
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It's gone. Everything is gone. Gone gone gone...
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...What is gone, Emil?
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but he knows about losing control, he knows about vengeance and despair, and he can't turn his back on someone suffering through it all
so he murmurs a shield charm, and slowly approaches]
I can try.
((Anything short of death is fine!))
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Wake up... wake up... wake up... please, Marta...
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he stops a short distance away – not quite in striking distance - and speaks softly]
Is Marta a friend?
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You again? Blimey, somebody needs to learn a few anger management techniques. [a pause] You think killing everyone's really gonna help?
((ooc: Again, anything short of death works for me!))
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SHUT UP! Shut up. You killed her. You all killed her. The world will burn and it's YOUR fault!
[On that note, one of the wolves charges Nine, hoping to sink its teeth into his leg.]
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Her voice is even and controlled, the kind of tone you'd expect from someone trained to deal with crisis situations and, occasionally, negotiating with murdering psychopaths.] What do you need stopped?
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Anyway, Emil doesn't care. He's the only sane one, and everything around him is a threat.]
Bring her back. Bring her back. Give her back!
[ooc: Okay! :3]
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And she can see that, yes, raving madwoman that she is.] Who do you want brought back?
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Hey, calm down, kid. I don't know what's pissed you off this much, but that blood is pretty worrisome.
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[Emil screams and charges at Booster, sword swinging!]
[ooc: That's just fine. He's MOTHAFUCKIN' BOOSTAH.]
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Hey!! I didn't even do anything!
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It's everywhere... it's everywhere, can't you see it?
[ooc: Eh, decapitation is messy. ♥]
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[After all the time she's spent looking for him, both here and in their own reality, this is how she finds him? She starts to call out to him, but finds herself unable and whimpers a bit instead. The darkness... it's so intense. Something is terribly wrong here...
But even though she can't bring herself to speak, she slowly steps toward him, hoping he'll see her. Her courage will come, especially if he's here now. Something will give. Surely.]
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... But then one of them whines and his eyes lift, lock on hers... then fall away.]
Tch. Cowards. Another one of their tricks. I know what the Core can do, and now that they have all of them--
[He lifts his sword and enters a defensive position.]
I'll slaughter you like the rest!
[The wolves don't want to attack Marta, though, so they stay where they are. After all, she's an ally of Ratatosk.]
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