twenty-first pact ❖ {mitternacht}

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[The ever-present stars refuse to shine through the inky dark substance that seeps out of every shadow and every crevice of the Plane. It pools and gathers around a single silhouette. Tendrils of dark energy seem to coat the humanoid shape, or perhaps they're part of it; they rise from the monster like wisps of steam. Those who know him might recognize Emil, though it seems more like he's a monster bathed in shadow. His glowing red eyes are, perhaps, the most notable thing about him. Aside from that, there's the butcher sword, though it's absolutely dripping with blood now. He shuffles aimlessly around the Plane.

Also, Emil isn't alone. Various monsters of all shapes and sizes wander off into the forest, some bearing the scales and natural armor of dragons, and others with the decrepit flesh of zombies. And then there are stragglers who happen to be very fluffy.

You are free to run into the monsters and kill them-- though they're actually a bit unsure about attacking people, and definitely shy-- or perhaps track down the freaky-looking monstrosity that is now Emilthlu.]

Humans... half-elves... who cares? I'll get rid of them. All of them. And then no one can ever ruin my world again.

[ooc: Emil will definitely be trying to kill people in this post if they're human or half-elf! If you don't want your character to die, let me know. You are also free to try to kill him, of course. My AIM is heroic BSOD if you want to talk about things! ♥]

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[darkercalling]

[Riku was going to start with the monsters as he made his way toward something that, honestly, reminds him of damn near everything about his past... but he quickly catches onto their reluctance to fight, and so decides to leave them alone. It frees him up to dash toward Emil, sword drawn.

He has no questions, no desire to try talking to this monstrosity. He heard all he needed to hear already. He comes up behind Emil, with no hesitation, and swings.]

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[Emil doesn't even turn around. It seems like Riku is about to get a clean swing, but then the darkness surges up to meet him with the strength of a brick wall. The wall melts away as Emil turns to face his attacker, sword still at his side.]

What are you doing?

[His voice is forceful, sarcastic, and mocking.]

Hahahahah... hahaha! I think I see it. You just want my power, don't you? You're just another insect! What the hell do you think you're even worth!?

[The darkness ripples again, then lets out a squelch as it forms a line of icy pillars, trying to impale the keyblader where he stands.]

[darkercalling]

[Riku kicks off of the solid form of defense, landing easily, just in time to begin darting around the sharp icicles. Nice try, but he's seen that trick before.]

I couldn't care less about your power. [Faint smirk] I just don't like the way you look.

[He rushes in again, a flurry of slashes and strikes, mostly aimed at his face. He expects full retaliation from the dark spirit, but he's ready.]

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I don't like the way you smell.

[Another barrier appears without hesitation. It's like the darkness itself is an extension of Emil's will. That should not be surprising. He parries each one of Riku's blows tirelessly, then waits for an opening to kick the keywielder back.]

Humans are worthless. Half-elves are worthless. All of you need to die!

[darkercalling]

[Riku manages to recover gracefully enough, crouched on the ground.]

Yeah? So what does that make you?

[He's not moving, not right now. Maybe he's up to something...]

[unto-death.livejournal.com]

[Botta blinks at the strange entity, and draws his sword at the obvious threat, gathering his magical defenses as well. He's not going to be the first to attack, though, especially given who this looks like...]

...Emil? [He doesn't want to believe it. In fact, having met Aster already, he'll take just about any excuse not to believe it.]

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[Maybe if Emil fell into a vat of ink. There's a moment of hesitation, a soft pleading name in a voice Botta knows very well.] Botta--

[And then it's replaced with a level red glare and a terrible grin.]

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[It's Emil. Emil is in there somewhere, and recognizes him, but whatever's in control right now...is not him. Dread curdles in the pit of Botta's stomach.]

Emil! You have to fight it! [He's searching those red eyes for any further sign of the Emil he knows. Little bro...]

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Emil never existed.

[The shadows hiss and convulse. He drops to a crouch, but that doesn't make him seem any smaller-- more like a cat waiting to pounce.]

I remember. Even if you don't. I remember!

[Suddenly, two tentacle-like extensions of darkness sweep from the floor, trying to knock Botta around.]

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Earthly Protection!

[A barrier of green energy forms around Botta just before the tentacles can reach him, blocking the blows that would have swept him off his feet.

He can't fight it. Not just because Emil is in there, but because the latent sense of inhuman power he's always gotten from Emil has burst forth into this thing. He can feel the strength of it, and he knows, down to his bones, that there's no way he could survive a fight with it.

Even if death isn't permanent here, he has to survive. He's not afraid to die in a good cause, but dying here and now would be meaningless.]

Emil, I'm sorry. [He'll find a way to rescue you from yourself, little bro. In the meantime, he drops off the Plane entirely.]

[ainsophaured.livejournal.com]

[Of all the things he expected to occur today-hang out with Richter, maybe even run into Emil-this isn't one of them. Well, he supposes that he's half right. This is Emil. An eerily familiar part of him. It occurs to him that leaving would be the wisest choice, but he can't leave like this. Despite all his suspicions about the boy, there was still a part of him that was very kind. Aster liked Emil. Cloned body and all.

He may be a genius, but most people would probably call him an idiot now. Aster doesn't bother to hide. There's no point to it. With a serious, but concerned tone, he says]

Emil.

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[His voice makes the darkness stir, and the hunched shape bearing that name contorts until it seems to spread terrible wings. A menacing grin plasters itself to his face.]

Why aren't you running?

oh god i have no icons to react to terror!emil with

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Ratatosk.

[At that moment, he realizes just how powerful this entity is. There had been power before when he was killed on the spot, but this is different. It's everything he wanted to prevent right in front of his eyes. Still, even though his brain tells him to run, his feet stay firmly planted on the ground.]

What are you doing this for? So many people could be harmed. You have to stop this!

[Not to mention the negative effects that have yet to be seen. Rampaging summon spirit? Probably not good for the worlds that meet here.]

sorry for the late ;;

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Heh. Why should I care? [His tone is callous and cold despite his expression.] I'm a monster. If I leave them alone, they'll destroy everything!

[There's something distinctly wrong with his manner, though, like he's struggling. A soft uncertainty warring with the ideals of the creature he's become.]

Yeah, that's right. I'm a protector... the guardian of...

[He shakes his head fiercely.]

Of course they could be harmed! It's what they deserve.

no biggie my home diggy

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Everyone has a right to be here.

[Aster can sense the wavering and tries to get a hold of Emil. If he can hold out for a little longer, maybe he surface. He continues to stand his grand, but doesn't dare move a step closer.]

They won't! Conflicts are a part of life, but all problems can be resolved with time and communication. They won't destroy anything.

[Sorry Emilthlu, Aster isn't going anywhere.]

No one deserves to be harmed. Not them, not you. Not anyone. There's always another way.

I'm just.... going to kill myself for being so late to this

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[Speaking of half-elves, here's one that should look familiar]

What-

[while he draws his weapons without hesitation, the fact that he doesn't immediately attack gives away his uncertainty. Richter's voice goes from uncertain to determined]

Emil? ... Or are you Ratatosk?

check out my EVEN LATER REPLY

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[The noise makes his head snap in Richter's direction. At first he's only some twisted dark creature, but then he stands up to a seemingly towering height. Darkness seeps from his very skin, covers him like living ink.]

How many times do you have to kill me before you're satisfied, half-elf?

[He spreads his great, terrible wings and lets out a low laugh.]

Maybe I should repay the favor.

LATE BROS /fistbump

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[there was a pained expression on his face for a moment - 'Emil, what happened?' - before turning into a neutral look. Now wasn't the time for emotional outbursts]

You can try all you like. I won't let myself be killed by the likes of you.

[Richter raises his weapons. And even if he was doing his best to keep calm, there was one thing that troubled him...]

Though I have one question; what have you done with Emil?

YEAAAH!!!

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I didn't do anything. He's gone, just like he's supposed to be.

[His voice turns mocking. He raises his arm and his sword with it, the ambient light catching the blood and... whatever else caked on the blade.]

Isn't that what you wanted?

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[he glares at the Summon Spirit in front of him]

He's a part of you. Emil and Ratatosk, even if- [he stopped. No point admitting that now.

But he sees Ratatosk getting ready to attack and braces himself for a fight. Dying definitely wasn't on his list of things to do on the Plane]

What does it matter if I wanted it or not? This isn't how it's supposed to be.

[bit_impossible]

[the Doctor has a way of avoiding the nastier creatures; certainly thinking they're all beautiful and so very fascinating in their own right is a way, but he can't help wondering what has brought them to the Plane. nowhere else has he seen (and run away from) these creatures, but above all, he can't help but feel that something than that is very, very wrong. and it's that feeling alone that drives him on. if it's something that could harm his friends and any innocents on the Plane, then he's going to stop it.]

sorry for the lateness ;;

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[Something is wrong. At some point in the Doctor's wandering, the starry floor disappears, obscured by some strange foggy substance. The source is a small, boyish shape huddled within the darkness. He still has the aura of anyone on the Plane, but he's like a shadow; the edges of his form flicker, blur, and disappear.

He looks up as the Doctor approaches. Those eyes are definitely... uh, different. But the voice is... creepy as hell, but definitely cranky!Emil.]

Why do you save them?

It's okay! *hugs*

[bit_impossible]

[the voice and appearance don't bother him. he's seen friends transformed and overtaken like this before--and it never gets any easier. he can only look upon Emil with pity and sadness in his eyes]

Because everyone deserves a chance to live.

YAY HUGS :D

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[He knows a look of pity when he sees one. He's determined not to give up, but he's so tired, too.]

The last time I gave them that chance, they ruined it all. They took everything from me. Why do they deserve to live?

[bit_impossible]

[his eyebrows furrow in confusion] Who's "they"? I know loads of people that are referred to as "they", as well as "them", "those people", "that lot over there", and really, I could go on but I'm more than willing to reckon you wouldn't like that.