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.) ]
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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.
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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Date: 2024-04-19 05:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-04-19 05:22 pm (UTC)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.]
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Date: 2024-04-19 05:27 pm (UTC)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. ]
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Date: 2024-04-19 05:40 pm (UTC)[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]
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Date: 2024-04-19 05:46 pm (UTC)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. ]
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Date: 2024-04-19 05:50 pm (UTC)[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.]
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Date: 2024-04-19 05:53 pm (UTC)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. ]
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Date: 2024-04-19 05:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-04-19 05:58 pm (UTC)1/2
Date: 2024-04-19 06:01 pm (UTC)SWOOP
SWOOP--
chomp. ]
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Date: 2024-04-19 06:02 pm (UTC)ow ow ow HOT HOT HOT HOT ]
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Date: 2024-04-19 06:05 pm (UTC)~ which mask to wear? ~
MASK OF CRUEL DESIRE
"Eat it anyway!!!!"
MASK OF RESIGNATION
"Spit it out."
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Date: 2024-04-19 07:00 pm (UTC)She hacks it up into her mouth, holding it clenched in the tips of her teeth, trying not to let it touch her tongue or lips, ]
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Date: 2024-04-19 07:03 pm (UTC)and offers it to him.]
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Date: 2024-04-19 07:04 pm (UTC)2/3
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Date: 2024-04-19 07:05 pm (UTC)[ it seals into the MASK OF RADICAL ACCEPTANCE like an offering.
what's left is...
a MASK OF THE ROSE. ]
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Date: 2024-04-19 07:06 pm (UTC)so do the rest of Azdaja's.
it's just the two of them, unmasked, standing in a sea of golden, rolling clouds.
and a metric tonnage of clown meat. ]
This could have been such a romantic moment
Date: 2024-04-19 08:12 pm (UTC)Stares at clown god flesh that still isn't pixels like "are you gonna eat that?"]
Re: This could have been such a romantic moment
Date: 2024-04-19 08:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-04-19 08:30 pm (UTC)[She is looking him over, though, sniffing at him from close enough to touch.]
...Are you okay?
...Are you whole?
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Date: 2024-04-19 08:35 pm (UTC)This is... as whole as you can make me, feels like. [ ... ] That's not a shortcoming of yours.
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Date: 2024-04-19 08:36 pm (UTC)[ ...she has that tuft of black feather, but...
would she be able to? to try and turn the corridors of his soul to a new path for her to witness and mend?
she's already done so much for him. ultimately, it's her choice. ]
What else... is there to say?
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Date: 2024-04-19 09:07 pm (UTC)Are you going to wake up, after this?
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Date: 2024-04-19 09:09 pm (UTC)...One long, very normal, not dying, nap.
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