realityshifted | 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. 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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[Is that...?] E-Emil?

[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.]

[Emil doesn't see her at first. He's too busy mumbling to himself-- talking to the wolves.

... 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.]

[She wonders if she should arm herself, and prays she doesn't have to. She tenses up, closes her eyes tightly...]

No, Emil, don't...!

[And when the wolves refuse to attack her, she cautiously looks up at him again.]

Emil, this isn't a trick! What's wrong? Who... who has the Cores?

The humans took them! [Ooh, that's not Emil at all.] They took them and they KILLED everyone who ever helped me. Don't play stupid!

[No. Not Emil at all. There has to be something she can do to help...]

They didn't. I helped you, and I'm still here.

No. You're lying. Stop lying!

[He takes a step back.]

I'm not lying! [She's practically pleading. She hesitantly takes a step toward him to make up for his step back.]

Please, stop this! Snap out of it! I'm here, I promise. A-and the Cores -- nobody has taken them all. They're still out there.

Marta is dead. Stop... torturing me! [He shies back even more.] I saw her die. I saw them KILL HER!

[She winces and looks away when he raises his voice, but quickly regains her composure and faces him again.]

But I'm not dead, I'm right here! I-I don't know what you saw, but it wasn't... it can't be real! It can't be!

[She comes a little closer, one hand held out toward him as though maybe reaching for him will show him the truth.]

Please, Ratatosk...

[He shields his face like he's about to get hit.]

Too bright. It's too bright. AAAUUUUGHH!

[Who knew fear could be so painful?]

[Marta doesn't understand, but she knows she can't back down. She lets her hand drop back to her side, but she keeps walking toward him.]

[Emil falls to his knees, clutching at his temples.]

Make it stop. Make it stop. Make it stop. Stop, please... please...

[And Marta immediately kneels down beside him, reaching to lay a hand on his shoulder. Her fear has almost entirely been replaced with worry at this point.]

Make what stop? You have to tell me what's going on, I... I don't understand...

[He flinches at the touch. He can't seem to look her straight in the eyes, but he can feel her-- his hands slowly creep up her arm to her cheeks.]

It's... it's you.

[She nods rapidly, causing a few tears to fall.]

Emil...?

[He feels them on his fingers and shuts his eyes tight.]

... Marta... I—I messed up.

M-Messed up what? How?

[He slowly lets go. His fingers are bloody and that disgusts him.]

I was trying to... to get help. So I wouldn't be scared to protect you. But I think I lost it. I think I killed someone! [He sucks in a sob.]

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