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!]

Comments

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

Just stunned. He'll wake up in a couple hours, give or take. [She gingerly tears off the sleeve of the arm that was first (and worst) damaged to have a look at the bite - not that it does much good, given that the area is still covered in blood. And hi, the dislocated (or nearly, she's not a doctor and can't be sure) shoulder isn't really 100% yet.]

I'm fine.

[Admittedly, she'd say that even if she was still in danger of bleeding to death. She glances at him.] You?

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

[ He looks at the remnants of the wounds, and then utters a soft "ah!" when he pulls a Potion bottle (http://images1.wikia.nocookie.net/kingdomhearts/images/c/c3/Potion.jpg) out of his pocket — cute jingling noise and all. ]

Here, try this. [ At her question, he grins. ] I'm fine. Been through a lot worse than that.

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

I can't say that was completely new to me, either.

[She accepts it, but doesn't do anything with it yet. She knows better than that. (Most of the time.)] -What is it?

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah?

It's a Potion. It'll heal you. [ Because his MP bar is STILL RECHARGING >| ]

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

[Eyeing it a little dubiously.] How?

[Forgive her, she's used to technology, not magic.]

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

You drink it?

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

What's it made of?

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

Uh... I'm not exactly sure, actually. But it works, trust me.

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

[...What the hell, he already saved her life and apparently did something to make her stop bleeding, so.

Down the hatch.]

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

[ Adding the Potion on to the Cure spell should just about put Kirk back at full health. A potent combination! Also, the little star in the bottle is like a gummi bear and delicious, for your information. ]

See?

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

[-Huh. This will make going back to her reality a lot less awkward.]

Thank you.

[...She never introducted herself, did she. Time to stand up and offer her hand to him.]

I'm Captain James Kirk.

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

No problem. [ He stands with her, and shakes her hand. He has a little pause at her name... but then he remembers "Ping". ] Nice to meet you, Captain... despite the circumstances. I'm Roxas.

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

Do you... happen to know him, or were you just caught up in this like I was?

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

... I know him. [ He looks over to the 'him' in question. ] His name's Emil. He's... not like this. Not even close.

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

I gathered someone killed a person close to him.

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

... Maybe. I'm not convinced.

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

[She shakes her head, testing her arm's mobility out gingerly. It seems to be in working order now.]

What do you think happened, then?

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

I don't know. He kind of acted like this a few months ago, but snapped out of it eventually. [ After some Roxas beat him up a little, but alas, that is the way of the shounen genre. ] ... And it wasn't nearly this bad.

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

-Some sort of psychological condition?

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

... I don't know. He's usually really nice.

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

I'll take your word for it.

[eyes the Emil and the four stunned wolves on the ground.]

I guess we can't leave them where they are.

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Not with all this snow coming down. [ Roxas dismisses his Keyblade in a fwoosh of light, then goes to retrieve Emil's blade. If the other teen wakes up still angry, it's probably better that he's at least unarmed. ]

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

[Definitely better. Jim sighs.]

I haven't had time to explore the Plane thoroughly - do you know of a safe spot we could leave him?

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

Yeah. There's some hot springs, or... [ okay, maybe not the bar ] a ballroom. I'm not sure how often people go to either of those, though.

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

That might be best, all things considered.

[...Jim eyes her uniform, which is very torn and ripped and bloody and in general pretty gross and not really suitable for wearing.] And I could probably do with a change of clothing, even if it is a ball gown.

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