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!]

Comments

[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.

[:|]

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

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?

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

-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?

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

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.

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

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

[Starts off in the direction of the ballroom.]

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

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. ]

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

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

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

[ 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. ]

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

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

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

I'd rather it was me than someone who couldn't handle it.

[Offers off the sword to him. She's not entirely comfortable with leaving everything to him, but the thing about blood? It's gross. And it dries. And it feels gross. And she needs to decompress after this, basically, and do a little cleaning up.]

You're sure?

[sunkenlight.livejournal.com]

[ He takes the sword with ease that probably doesn't really belong on a fifteen year old. ]

Yeah, I'm sure. I've got it.