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thefoundation2020-05-30 10:38 am
foundationmods) wrote in thefoundation2020-05-30 10:38 am
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FINAL CONFRONTATION.
The Winchester House looms before you, the barrier that kept everything in - the time stop that Dog placed over the area - now thin as a single pane of transparent glass, Solomon still clearly outside the house frozen in the same position he was on the tapes.
The minutes tick by - and the barrier slowly gets thinner and thinner, close to falling.
You have seen everything - the events of the past. You have also come up with your own ideas of what to do from here - how to save your fellow 6350's lost to the curse, and defeat the Curse itself.
There is no one left alive in the house.
But, at the end of all of this...
There will be a wrong righted.
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[ in front of ren, a barrier will appear that will shield him from the lasers. ]
She wasn't wrong when she said you were a stubborn one. Too bad you don't know when to give up.
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Heh, thanks. I wonder... if he's a 'wizard' now- maybe this will work better?
[How about instead of all Severe Almighty we do a little all Severe GUN. I hope Battler doesn't mind having Sataneal's massive rifle aimed at his head before the rain of shots start]
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[he dodges around the bullets, running forward before aiming a downward, miasma tinged kick.]
I'm pretty used to being shot at, by this point.
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After all, Satanael absorbs Curse- the miasma isn't the same as his native element of course, so it might actually hurt him beyond, well, how much getting kicked would. But even if it does he takes his chance-
-meeting him with the technique Shinya taught him of unloading his entire clip into a foe.
All of it Bless rounds, since he avoided using his gun even once in the house]
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For a moment, there's a flicker of his eyes turning purple - before they snap back to red, glaring directly back at Ren.]
...So that's...how you want to play this, huh?
....Ihihihihi....fine.
[He snaps his fingers - and suddenly a square of space closed off by miasma appears around Ren.]
...Hey, I want to try something. Something that Witch had her little familiars do to me, over and over.
[from the Miasma around...come what look like pointed, purple-metal stakes, their tips wickedly sharp.]
How long'll you last until you become mincemeat? Hehehe, hahahahahaha~!!
[And one fires off, hitting the walls of the 'room' over and over and over with a pang-pang-pang noise, ricocheting off the walls and clearly attempting to attack ren every time it passes by.]
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[And he's pretty sure those stakes won't work like a Gun skill- and he has nothing that directly counters multiple strikes. SO he'll have to get creative. He has just enough time to swap Satanael out for Dakini, giving him access to High Counter- which if he DOES get hit should at least hit back 20% of the time.]
Let's do this!
[And he'll cast Deathbound, dark hands rising from the ground to try and attack the stake out of the air as it darts about, dodging as needed]
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Battler claps, almost as if he were watching a show.]
Pretty good, pretty good...So let's make this more difficult. You want a challenge, right?
[With another laugh and a snap of his hands, four stakes suddenly come out of the miasma, all of them whizzing around the space surrounding Ren.
It looks like this might be a choice between pushing through a lot of miasma, or trying to swat down all the stakes before they nail him anywhere vital.]
Ihihihihihi - They're meant to aim at certain spots, you know? Head, stomach, knee...How long until you run out of energy and they nail you? Aaah....I guess it'll be fun to watch until that moment....that moment when all the life fades from your eyes, when you die with a stupid expression on your face...!
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Joker is fast- faster than most any 'normal' human, but he's not supernatural in that regard. Just agile and practiced. So for awhile, he manages to juke and spin out of the way of the stakes. But the more they bounce the more random their paths become and-
-he's not the smartest of the Jokers, but he's no idiot. 'I can't win'
And if he pushes through the miasma he might go wild and attack his allies. And that is something he won't accept. He runs through his options, and that distraction is enough for one to gouge through his side. The Hornet armor helps, but it only makes it not immediately fatal, still exposing the meat and oddly patterned stone under the armor and flesh. He curses, fumbling and hitting his knees. His dodging is done, the next stake that heads his way will strike true.
He can't win, but he refuses to lose too. So he swaps to Horus again, the bird filling the space with light and takes aim at where he can hear Battler's voice beyond the miasma.
He'll fire a Kougaon directly at the bastard and, well...
... what happens, happens]
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So you're using cheap knock offs of the stakes? What a joke. Any Witch or Wizard would laugh at your pathetic attempt, Battler Ushiromiyaaaaaaa!
[ but he's not laughing. ren being in trouble is definitely something that he needs to focus on. and you know what else he's good at aside from building barriers? breaking barriers.
there's a multitude of magical circles that appear around ren's space, covering the area in a holy light that will attempt to break the space and, therefore, free him.
and, he jumps towards battler, aiming a roundhouse kick to the head. ]
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Before Solomon suddenly appears, and says that.
If he wasn't already dead, his face would have paled - unable to move for that second as his 'room' and Stakes are blown into smitherines by the light, sent careening over to the side as a result of that blow and landing on the ground.
There's a moment as he just lies there, Miasma pouring off from him...before he slowly stands, wavering on his feet.]
....A...h....
[It's like that, is it? It's always like this. Aaah, he can hear it. He can hear it, over and over, hearing both Beatrice and Hikage's words in his head like a messy jumble.
Is there nothing he can do? Is this going to end the same way, with him being defeated, dying at the hands of someone who's treating him like a leaf in the wind?
...No. He refuses. He won't - never again, never again never again never again-]
- JUST DIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!
[The miasma that rises around from him as he holds his head and screams turns into pointed blades of truth, all of them lashing out with their miasma laden payload, all at the two of them-!
This is his new truth! So, So-!]
Just drown, just die, just disappeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaar!! Stop it, stop it, don't come near me, stop trying to take this away from meeeeeeeeeeeee!!!
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[He's panting, bleeding heavily, he was so sure he was dead. Yet once again fate says no.
He feels a little bad for Battler- he didn't watch his fall like many of the others, but he can empathize with the agony in his voice. He manages a quick heal and jumps to his feet- just in time for the blades to send him diving out of the way]
Ushiromiya-san, you need to stop. It's a fake power- it's not actually yours!
[He'll support Solomon if he needs it, but he doubts he will]
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[ battler lashing out is something that he definitely expected-- he knows his past and has been in his position a couple times himself. he knows the trauma that comes with one of those games and why battler would react that way.
but that is exactly what what he wanted.
solomon creates a barrier of his own against the blades of truth, and it only manages to crack somewhat as it's pelted by them. even if he was boasting like a witch just a minute ago, there's something else in his expression now. it's not dark, but it's definitely conflicted. like he's remembering something.
a time almost three thousand years back, when he was a newly crowned king... ]
I'll release you from your misery, Battler.
[ he raises his arm all the way up, where a magic circle appears over his head. and when he lowers it, without any hesitation, a ray of light will attempt to pierce through the vessel's chest. ]
1/??
[But, regardless of his cries, the end comes. As it always has, as it always will. He can cry all he wants - there's tears on his face now, streaming down as he sees the magic circle form.
There's no defense - he can't move, after that large attack.
And-]
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The miasma writhes and screeches around it, as all of that light rushes, burning away the dark purple he's been covered in. Burning away all the pain and hatred, all the tears and grief he's experienced to this point.
-Yet, he still struggles. A hand weakly rises to tug at the lance, knowing it won't do anything, even as he sobs out past eyes that are, little by little, fading back to that familiar blue.]
I...It hurts...so much...please...do..n't...
[He was insulated, for a time. There wasn't any pain, any torment. By being with the Miasma, he was able to actually feel happy, even if it was a twisted version of happiness, one that would eventually tear at him.
....But, staying like that....he wouldn't have to feel any of the pain that's surely, surely coming.
...
Still, there's no longer a choice. Only...]
3/3
His lips move, but nothing comes out. No pleas, no begging.
'...
...Why...
....was I....so desperate...
...To stay...like that....?
...'
When he opens his eyes again, they're blue - before his hand slips away from the ray, his body going limp as he remains hanging from the magic, falling truly unconscious for the first time in weeks.
He's been freed from the curse.]
+1 battler!
he picks up the soul with a gentleness that surprises even solomon himself. he had wrangled countless demons and other scps in his life, but none of it had the emotional baggage that this had.
solomon will be taking care of this soul personally, taking him to giriko. ]
Please take care of him. I've released him from the curse already, so he will not be any trouble.
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I haven't lost any of 'em yet.
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[There's a pause, as his eyes widen, taking in Solomon's figure - before suddenly erupting into laughter.]
Hahaha, ihihihihyahahahahahaaaaa! So this is the real you, Sensei?! This is what you were hiding the entire time...?! Aaah, that kind of look really does suit you, you know?!
[He suddenly moves, shifting around to punch at Solomon's side with a miasma infused fist.]
Come on, come on, fight me! It's showtime! And when you lose - you'll be with us, forever!
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[ in a fluid motion, solomon grabs onto battler's fist with a surprisingly tight grip. if he were alive, it would probably be enough to break a couple of his bones. what will be happening though is that he might feel a slight burn from him-- a light spell that is emanating from his hand.
and with that, he'll use the momentum to try and flip battler on his back, and take enough steps back to open some distance between them. between the two of them, a multitude of magical circles appear.
he smiles, serene. ]
Very well. I'll contain you thoroughly, until your soul is at peace.
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[His eyes go wide again as Solomon grabs his fist, wincing at the pain - but there's not much time before he's flipped on his back, giving him precious little time before the magic circles begin to form.
Instinctively, he knows this attack will hurt him beyond anything he's ever faced before. More painful than his death, than what Beatrice did...]
D, dammit.....dammit, dammit dammit!
[He manages to scramble to his feet, running more towards Ren in order to attempt to use the Persona user as a sort of 'shield.']
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Running away now, are you?!
[ however, solomon will be chasing him as well, to help aid ren and continue the barrage of attacks on the vessel ]