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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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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.