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heavenfang) wrote2010-01-30 03:03 pm
heavenfang) wrote2010-01-30 03:03 pm
Sixty Sixth Star [Video]
-The video feed clicks on to show Tir standing on what looks to be a giant tower of rubble. Sorry, Sho, he commandeered it for this purpose. He needed to be tall. He's also drenched in blood, having made no attempt to clean up after devouring Gremio.-
Ah ha... ah ha ha ha... HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAA!
I KNEW it! I told them they were all going to die. They were idiots, the lot of them. But hey, Discedo, let me THANK YOU personally for getting rid of the competition. Now all that's left is to inact the final movement in this little opera of screams.
-He pulls off the glove on his right hand. No automail beneath. Flesh and bone. And an angrily glowing symbol.-
It doesn't have much left... but I've been smart. I knew this would happen. But I'm not going to die like some rat in a corner. I said I'd become a God of Death and I meant it. And I'm going to start with this entire city.
-The black miasma, it seems to scream with a thousand voices, begins to pour out from the Rune. The symbol appears above him, glowing like a sun and pretty much casting off an aura of death and destruction. Shit just got real.-
I'M GOING TO KILL EACH AND EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU IN ONE FELL SWOOP! I WILL BE A GOD!
TRUE RUNE OF LIFE AND DEATH! UNLEASH YOUR JUDGEMENT ON THESE PATHETIC HUMANS! LET'S SHARE THIS BANQUET OF SOULS AND FLESH!
-Oh snap.-
[[ Spoiler: It's not gonna work. But someone might want to stop him anyways. Riful, now's your chance to shut his arrogant ass up! ]]
Ah ha... ah ha ha ha... HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HAAAAAA!
I KNEW it! I told them they were all going to die. They were idiots, the lot of them. But hey, Discedo, let me THANK YOU personally for getting rid of the competition. Now all that's left is to inact the final movement in this little opera of screams.
-He pulls off the glove on his right hand. No automail beneath. Flesh and bone. And an angrily glowing symbol.-
It doesn't have much left... but I've been smart. I knew this would happen. But I'm not going to die like some rat in a corner. I said I'd become a God of Death and I meant it. And I'm going to start with this entire city.
-The black miasma, it seems to scream with a thousand voices, begins to pour out from the Rune. The symbol appears above him, glowing like a sun and pretty much casting off an aura of death and destruction. Shit just got real.-
I'M GOING TO KILL EACH AND EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU IN ONE FELL SWOOP! I WILL BE A GOD!
TRUE RUNE OF LIFE AND DEATH! UNLEASH YOUR JUDGEMENT ON THESE PATHETIC HUMANS! LET'S SHARE THIS BANQUET OF SOULS AND FLESH!
-Oh snap.-
[[ Spoiler: It's not gonna work. But someone might want to stop him anyways. Riful, now's your chance to shut his arrogant ass up! ]]
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Damn it, that idiot! She hadn't been counting on the creature doing anything so incredibly stupid; whatever natural discretion and stealth youma were imbued with apparently MISSED this one-- and she can see whatever use she can get out of him, out of it and its new found powers gone, lost in his arrogance and ridiculous posturing. Riful wants, very very badly, to crush him indeed.
And while Riful is not particularly afraid of dying-- not in this world, at least, not in Discedo, she had absolutely no intention of dying at the hands of a lowly youma.]
What do you think you are doing, you idiot?
[Taunt her into doing something dumb like facing him head on. 8D]
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Once I'm done here, I'll tell the survivors a neat little secret.
[Locked]
[The condescension makes her snarl with barely suppressed rage, makes her want to twist and shatter bones and grind his neck below her heel-- and she hates that she has to resort to fantasizing, because once upon a time, not so very long ago, she only had to think it to make such a thing reality. Most of all, she wants to be in control again, and this upstart, worthless little creature was threatening all her patient efforts of the past five months.
Her voice, when it comes, is intense and clearly an attempt at being flippant-- though she cannot entirely conceal the snarl behind the words.]
I hate needing to dirty my hands like this. It's a bit of a pity, really, but you are simply too intolerable to leave alive! I'll see to it that you find the death you adore so very much.
[She clicks off the communicator before she continues and probably says something obscene and totally gives herself away. Off to find Tir! As far as fighting goes, Riful's very, very fast and she's got a sword! A fairly big one, that and a small-caliber gun that won't do much except distract the youma a little. On the downside, she's neither very strong nor very durable. Sucks being a skinny little girl.]
[Locked]