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HEARTGAME DRESS REHEARSAL

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[ ..somewhere in the pasture, Angel Devil falls down.
His clothes have twisted away into bone-white rags, leaving a body covered over with only thick swathes of red fur, and downy feathers. His long tail is curled into a tense arc, banded fur standing on end.

The air wavers like he’s a heat mirage, not a man. He’s boiling away with absolutely stupid amounts of arcane power… and, most frighteningly, he does not seem in control of the fact that it is there and being brought to bear. It’s impossible to get any closer to him.

When he speaks, it’s quite timid. ]

Ah,
I thought… I had a little more time.

[ (and in a blinding flash of light, there is the sound of something breaking.) ]

~KRRSHHK~

[any observers will see, strangely see-through and superimposed on the scene, some kind of vast tree, illusionary roots twisting over and around to frame a door. the door itself is wrought of opaque stained glass in blacks and whites and greys; a stylized rendition of Angie in that strangely ragged, feathered form, curled in on himself, eyes closed. Angie himself is nowhere to be seen. ]

instead, a shadow . . . steps into view from behind the door. for a moment it looks like nothing so much as a second genome – then it turns, gaining features and definition with the movement. The monkey tail separates into three plumes; a ponytail unfurls into wings that lift up from the sides of the head.

Teleute(?) is here, dressed in her customary black, but there is colour in her skin, and her hair and eyes are blue. she’s frowning.]

. . . well. This is the least I can do before I go, in exchange for the safe harbor.

[she lifts her head, nodding to any observers, and gestures at the door.]

You’ll want to head in there now if you don’t wish to lose your flockmate, I think. Even the false-death of this place won’t be much help to him, if his soul is left to finish pulling itself apart.

My sisters and I can maintain the way into and out of it for you, but we were not made to knit such wounds by ourselves. Have a care.

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[ this definitely feels like a good 1/2 of both our total health :( ]

[ angie tries to pepper suppressing fire onto the clown, zipping around like a distraction-- and ends up pushed back to Az's position with a 'shoo, fly' wave of Kefka's hand. it, uh. it turns out turning your own aggression against a clown-flavored personification of all your lust to destroy things doesn't work so good. the spells totally whiff. he looks very flummoxed. ]

"I can't BELIEVE I have to play SUPPORT in the battle for my own BRAIN."

[ shifts to the back row to cast heals for them. ]

[If he's putting both their lives in Azdaja's hands in a floating wizard battle then they are both gonna die. :') She really does not have that many tools to use in this kind of situation. She doesn't even have GROUND from which to grow VINES!!]

[She casts rapidfire mood swings on him, ricocheting him between crushing despair, wild joy, deepest grief, quiet melancholy, etc etc, trying to make it hard for him to concentrate.]

[ there's cool fireworks in different colors he throws around the stage for each and every emotion! wow!

beyond the big stupid hell cloud attack, all angie's buffs actually are giving her enough Oomph in her step to dodge all of them. that's... huh.

they may be floating, but when she tries instinctively to run, this weird metaphorical boss zone seems to respond and let her do so. ]

Edited 2024-04-19 16:09 (UTC)

[Unfortunately, her options are extremely limited, and fleeing doesn't seem viable at this point, either. All that's left is to burst into her dragon body and launch herself at him like an attack dog, hoping against hope that the feelings spam is enough to delay his reaction time by 0.0005 seconds.]

[ TURN BREAKDOWN:

AZDAJA casts MOUTH
KEFKA (begins) cast(ing) LIGHT OF JUDGEMENT

...ANGIE casts REFLECT ]

[ a few things happen in quick succession.

Kefka's spell goes off, a big searing pillar of absolutely obliterating holy light.

A familiar sigil of mental protection appears in big, rainbow colors between Az's face and certain doom.
The Light of Judgement bounces back at the person it came from.

Azdaja's teeth begin to close around flesh.

Smells like burning meat in here again. ]

Edited 2024-04-19 16:27 (UTC)

[Yummy]

[She CRUNCHES into him (with venom!) as hard as she can and flings herself into a death roll.]

[...but since there's no ground and no friction, it might turn into something like this, idk]

[ moooooeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee ]

[ there's definitely stuff exploding and making more lightshows around her but it turns out that Reflect is pretty fucking OP and juicy

the piano playing comes to a jarring stop. ]

[She's not going to assume it's any safer to stop attacking, so the instant she's able to catch her bearings, she'll sink every single one of her fore claws into his ribs, flex her neck, and attempt to rip his arm clean off at the shoulder]

[ as she keeps ripping, keeps making more more MORE sure fucker's dead, the fireworks peter off.]

[She swallows the arm whole before pausing to check what she's done. Is he really dead already? Damn. She was really hoping to hear him scream. She wanted to see how many pieces she could remove before she got to watch him die.]

[Is he just MOSTLY dead? Can she cast Life on him so she can have another shot?]

[Are we still floating in a void?]

[ haha,

don't you know that Warriors of Chaos never really die, Azdaja? don't you remember that helpful young lass who told you,

they don't leave corpses? ]

[ the other arm abruptly grapples her by the neck, holding her aloft by it. ]

[--Hrrk. Oh okay. Apparently venom doesn't work on this guy.

So, the scene is as follows:

- They are still floating in a void.
- Kefka is still here and presumably still a purple clown god. We can tell he's alive by the fact that he hasn't yet exploded into polygons and that he is gripping her by her extremely thick, armored throat.
- She has eaten one of his arms. She has hooked ten enormous, earth-rending claws into his ribs and has not let go.
- Dangling by her throat, she attempts to yank him toward her while putting both her back feet against his stomach to KICK, CLAWS OUT.]

Edited 2024-04-19 17:23 (UTC)

[ remember the feeling when angie laid hands directly on you and beamed Holy right into your skin?

that feels like it's ABOUT to happen, and then begins happening BACK to the clown. mask of the rose was the RIGHT FUCKING PICK for this boss sequence.

he's giggling/gurgling on blood but he kinda seems like he'd do that regardless of being envenomated.

anyway, he's huge. he has huge guts. good grief.
where the magic continues to not work, he starts to just squeeze down on her throat as hard as he can. ]

[AAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!!]

[She thrashes, yanking at his chest in an attempt to literally rip his ribs out. There isn't any ground here from which she can summon vines, so instead they burst from her own chest, squeezing out from under her belly scutes. They whip around his throat and dig their spines into his neck, trying to strangle him back. It's not likely to do anything -- he's already bleeding out, and he can't be having an easy time breathing when his diaphragm is flying away in the breeze. But it's the principle of the thing!!! Can she twist his head clean off with rose vines alone, let's find out]

[ oho. aiming for the head.

when she prizes it free, vines holding it aloft from his body, the laughter coming from it just gets louder and louder and louder and louder. that disembodied head is having a BLAST.

the body's continuing to struggle against her, but she's stripping that down piece by literal piece. maybe if she scrapes at the arm until it literally doesn't have the muscle LEFT to grip to strangle, it'll stop. but only then. ]

Edited 2024-04-19 17:47 (UTC)

[What the fuck, man!!]

[His body's rapidly losing structural integrity, especially when she manages to kick his chest off the end of his other shoulder. Once she wrenches her claws free, she can start tearing at his arm, shredding the meat from his bones. How is he still gripping so tight!!! Thank FUCK she has huge lungs like this or she'd really be having some even more serious problems by now.]

[ the grip around her throat finally, FINALLY slackens.
that thing she's been wrestling with is just a bunch of twitching meat, now.

he is now in his FINAL FORM...

a grotesque parody of a winged chatcube, with some gorey bits of spine, throat, etc. hanging from its base. still wearing the MASK OF CRUEL DESIRE.

he swoops by her head. just to fuck with her. ]

Edited 2024-04-19 17:55 (UTC)

[BUT WHY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!]

[Still catching her breath, she waits for it to take another pass and then leaps at it like a cat trying to catch a bird, attempting to snap it out of the air.]