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.

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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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[ 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?

[-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.

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.

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

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

I gathered someone killed a person close to him.

... Maybe. I'm not convinced.

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[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?

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.

-Some sort of psychological condition?

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

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.

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. ]

[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?

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.

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.

[:|]

There used to be some clothes in the hot springs, too, but I'm not sure if they'd still be there or not. [ And he laughs a little, because imagining anyone in a ball gown reminds him of Belle. He turns and holds the sword out to Kirk, hilt first. ]

You wanna carry this and I'll get Emil?

-What kind of clothing?

[WOULD IT BE BETTER THAN BALL GOWNS cause she's really not the ball gown type.

She accepts the sword, glad of the potion because otherwise she would not be able to life this thing.]

What about the wolves?

Um... I think someone said they were called yukatas?

[ He goes to lift Emil up and deposits him onto his back, piggyback-style. ]

Guess we'll have to come back for them.

[She sighs.] I'll see what I can find, anyway.

[Starts off in the direction of the ballroom.]

All right. [ He nods and walks alongside her. Every now and then, he shifts to keep Emil from sliding off, but otherwise seems a bit focused on his own worried thoughts. ]

[And Jim's just going to be at the ready to lend a hand if necessary. Cheery procession.]

[ No kiddin'.

Eventually! Ball room! Roxas steps inside and kneels down to let Emil, laying him down near the door before he properly looks around. They're the only ones there, it seems. ]

[It's just as well, because they're not exactly something you'd want to see in a dark alley. Or a ballroom. Jim is still holding the sword, because she's not going to leave it with the murderous insane person.]

What do you want done with the sword?

[Because, well. She's not fond of the idea of taking it home with her, and he does seem to be a friend of Emil's.]

I can take it from here. ... Sorry you got dragged into all this.

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