heavenfang: (life feeds on life)
-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! ]]
heavenfang: (embracing death)
Death... is a funny thing, you know? It just... always seems to get you when you least expect it. And here we have the... absurdity that it's not a one way road. How... ridiculous.


Maybe what we need is a god of death.


[Filtered to Ed Elric/Flandre Scarlet/Canada/Pip Bernadette (whom he is not quite aware is dead yet) - 75% Hackable]

Gentlemen. The game is up. I suggest we allign ourselves if we intend to survive.

To put it in terms even the stupidest of you can understand: They're onto us.

I understand if there is some hesitation to abandon these bodies. After all, we got quite lucky with these abilities. But the fact remains is we have two choices: Fight or Flight.

So... what'll it be?
heavenfang: (reticent)
... The more I think about it... the more it feels like it was my fault.

Even working on my own, I make these kind of mistakes...

I had left Aang behind to go follow the monster that attacked him... I should have made sure he got to safety, I...

I'm so sorry...

I feel sick...

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