eleventh pact ❖ {my apocalypse}

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[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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[lamb_of_gold]

[I'd say GET UP ON THE HYDRA'S BACK but no.]

[Mu remains impassive]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[FHJKSLHKFLDHJLF. And Emil just keeps walking, giving off darkness like fire.]

You took my tree. You took the Cores. You took her life.

[lamb_of_gold]

I am not a taker of lives. [If he can help it >.>]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

LIAR!

[The walking turns into running as he charges yet again at Mu.]

[lamb_of_gold]

[Mu shifts slightly so the sword doesn't run him through. He grabs Emil's sword arm, then shifts his leg to trip the kid. There's a possibility of the arm dislocating, but ends>means]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Ah shit. His arm is so not supposed to bend that way, and his shoulder is not made to accommodate that kind of thing. He still has a good arm though and that's for clawing his way through Saints!]

[lamb_of_gold]

[Which is what Mu's other arm is going for at the moment, as well as tangling his legs up with Emil's to effectively restrain the kid]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Aaand it works. Even though Emil is super strong, Mu is strong too. And sane.]

Let me go! Let me go! LetmegoLET ME GO!

[lamb_of_gold]

[And bigger, but that isn't a feat]

No.

[Again, he tries looking into his head again with a 'look don't touch' in mind, trying to make sense of what's happening before he gets chased out again]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[LMFAO that too]

Let me go let me go let me go I have to help her I have to help her I have to...

[Pain. It's bright and sharp-- iron, the taste of blood. The fear swirls, turns to pain, anger, hatred. He hates everything. He hates himself. But most of all he hates the world that has done this to him.

Red and green mix-- it's almost like the red energy is swallowing the green. Only the blue energy beneath the black is untouched, but it's sleeping.

Calming emotion is key.]

[lamb_of_gold]

Shh. Who is she? [He's watching to see how the energies react to his words]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

Marta. Marta! Marta, I-I—...

[And then, a picture. The city is burning. Everything is burning, and Marta is dead, blood pouring from her temple where they cut it out. She's dead in his arms. The memory is red, but the background, the people watching-- they keep shifting. Emil's aunt and uncle. His parents. Richter. Then a bunch of soldiers. Then a bunch of villagers. Now the forest is burning, but then it's a cave crumbling-- none of it makes any sense.

Emil screams.]

[lamb_of_gold]

[Mu holds on to him, grimacing at the mental picture as he withdraws slowly. He pulls Emil closer against him, manouvering one hand to see if he can get Emil to drop the sword. His Cosmo shifts gear away from aggression and on to calming.]

Emil, it's alright. Marta isn't dead.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[Clang clang. Emil lets go of the sword but fights his captor with the half-assed motions of a grieving teenager.]

N-no, she's... can't you see her? Her blood. It's all over.

[lamb_of_gold]

She's not dead, Emil. I saw her not long ago. [His grip may or may not slowly be turning into a hug. He also kicks the sword a few feet away with the side of his foot]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[He's beginning to calm down! Holy crap.] No... no...

[lamb_of_gold]

[Mu lets his cosmo burn, bright and warming, and says nothing.]

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[The fear melts away. The visions, everything... turns to light. And Emil finally opens his eyes. His existence is shaken, though. The colors and shapes in his head might have organized themselves, but the green seems fainter.

The blue, though, seems to burn all the brighter.]

Mu...?

[Oh God.]

W-what...

[lamb_of_gold]

It's alright, Emil. What ever happened has passed.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[His grip on Mu tightens.]

But I saw-- but you...

... You're alive...

[lamb_of_gold]

Yes I am.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

Then Marta... the Cores...

[lamb_of_gold]

Marta is well.

[pactum.livejournal.com]

[... Oh God. He killed someone, didn't he? Emil pales, but doesn't say anything. It's all too much.]

[lamb_of_gold]

[Mu figures he's just getting over the outburst, so he doesn't move. ]