eleventh pact ❖ {my apocalypse}

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[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. EMIL HAS LOST HIS MARBLES BECAUSE OF CRANE.

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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[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

[ Thankfully Roxas doesn't have a natural elemental weakness, or the persistent shockwaves of darkness battering at him would probably do him in. As it is, alarm bells are going off in his head. He's near his limit.

His opponent, however, has left himself open.

DISABLE & DISARM

Roxas takes the opening, swiping the remaining wolf away using the momentum of his run, and rushes at Emil. The opening is such that he can slip behind the other blond and wedge his free arm between Emil's sword arm and his torso; twisting harshly, he attempts to grab a hold of the serrated sword's handle in a movement designed to bring Emil off balance.

Shifting quickly, he adjusts his grip on the sword and Keyblade, and spins around while bringing the sword's pommel onto the back of Emil's head. ]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[... Hey, that move looks—

TWIST YELP THUMP

—familiar.

Emil staggers to his knees as his eyes roll back into his head. He's out before he even hits the ground.]

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

[ Roxas holds his ground for a moment, pensively watching to see if Emil will get back up again. When it seems he's truly out of it, Roxas drops to one knee, Keyblade disappearing from his hand, and supports himself on Emil's blade.

This is usually the point where Roxas would heal himself, but he's physically and nearly-mentally exhausted. After a minute of rest, that's the first thing on the to-do list.

...

Okay, maybe two minutes. ]

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[Hey look, it's Roxas.

...

Aww, fuck.]

Roxas! What happened!?

[Cue big brotherly panic and Hi-Potion overheal.]

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

[ Huh—? ]

Axel?

[ Roxas stands, shifting his grip on the sword to hold it behind himself in a more leisurely position. He glances to Emil, the wolves, Axel... and finds himself shivering while the snow continues its descent all around them. ]

I don't really know.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[Axel follows Roxas' gaze over the battlefield. He inspects a wolf to make sure it's unconscious, then goes to stand beside Roxas and donate his scarf to a good cause-- his friend's neck.]

... Looks like I missed another boss fight.

You okay?

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

Like you always do. [ ... which ends up murmured into the scarf, but he looks thankful for it while he reaches up to curl his hands in the warm cloth. ]

I'm fine. But, Emil... he went completely crazy. Everything he was saying—it couldn't have been true. He really thought it was, though...

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[Ouch.

Axel doesn't like how much the other blond kid smells of darkness. It makes him uncomfortable. Dizzy, even.]

... He'll probably wake up soon. If he's not back to his senses, you want to make sure he can't hurt anyone else, right?

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

[ Roxas nods, slightly uncertain. ]

Yeah...

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

We should tie him up. If he's sane, someone will take them off. If he's not, they stay on. [He scoots back a step from the fallen shounen and looks at the wolves.] Should do something about the beasties too.

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

[ He considers that, then nods again. ]

Better than nothing. We don't have anything we could use to tie with, though. ... maybe we could put the wolves in the forest for now?

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

I bet I can find something. [He rummages around inside his coat and pulls out a rope.] I read it in a book once. Never leave home without your... rope.

The forest? Not a bad idea. If I recall, there used to be a wolf in there anyway.

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

[ Axel, sometimes you're reaaally weird. ] ... Right.

Was there? Then it should be fine.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[Not denying that.]

First things first. Help me roll him over.

[He doesn't need help, but he's still feeling rather uncomfortable around someone with this much darkness.]

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

Yeah, of course. [ Roxas sticks the sword into the 'ground' for now, then moves over to heave Emil into a sitting position, keeping his hands on Emil's back while looking at Axel. ] How did you want to do this?

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[Axel wraps the rope around his hand.] I was gonna hogtie him, actually. If we can get him onto his stomach, I can do it. Don't want him running into a weapons shop and freeing himself, right?

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

I guess not. [ He lowers Emil down onto his stomach, as suggested, but kneels down to keep the other blond's head out of the snow. ]

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[Axel starts tying Emil's wrists together. Not enough to cut off circulation, but snug.]

... Sorry about your friend, Roxas.

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

[ He shakes his head. ] Me too.

I just wish I knew what happened...

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[do de do, tying feet together... and then tying those to his hands.]

When he's back to being himself, you can ask.

From a safe distance.

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

[ A very slight laugh. ]

I know.

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

[When Axel finishes, he stands up... then he sets a hand on Roxas' shoulder.] Come on. Let's regroup at Hollow Bastion for a bit and get you some new clothes or something.

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

New clothes? [ Roxas looks around and shakes his head. ] We're just going to leave him here?

[smolderingdark.livejournal.com]

... You have a better plan? He can't hurt anyone when he's like this, and he's safe here on the Plane.

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

In the snow?