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[WW4 EVENT] The paths they've chosen. [open]
Wed Apr 03, 2019 1:21 pm
Artist: Undertale OST - Song: Your Best Friend - Word Count: 914
Somber amethyst eyes glowed in the darkness, lidded and distant as they stared out the window of the skyscraper. A fine crystal goblet of wine lay within her palm, the crimson liquid within swirling in lazy circles, befitting of the Queen's lackluster mood. " The armies of the world march as one huh, I wonder... " Inami's thoughts remained as always, her own as she glanced at the map that lay stretched across the massive mahogany table before her. Her body stretching forward, her left hand reaching out to rest an index finger atop one of the many strategic pieces she had sprawled across the map.
"If they win, how long will it take for them to begin tearing each other apart?" The queen couldn't even muster a smile as her finger with the faintest amount of pressure knocked the piece over. Inami's amethyst eyes watching the place marker as it rolled across the map.
Then Inami's eyes moved towards the big fat X she had in the midst of the Mediterranean sea; It marked the region in which inevitably chaos point would come to rest.
For Inami, she truly was no longer worried about the war itself. She was worried about the implications of fallout that would stem from it. She was so tired of fighting, she felt that there had been enough of it. The rage she had felt when she was misguided and incomplete had long since faded into an abyss so black that it would never be capable of surmounting the pain, and weariness that lingered within her heart.
For a moment, the queen utilized her cognizance of the environment around her to look at the massive amount of hell miasma that she had taken from shadow falls reserves using her wartime privileges prior to leaving for the world of the living.
When she had fought mana, it had been for the injustice her sister had done, for the wrongness in the way her sister had led demonkind. However, now... there was far more at stake than what she could afford to treat negligently.
The emptiness she felt, the weariness and hurt that she felt. None of those things were what mattered. Demonkind had far more at stake, and that was why the Demon Queen vowed she would do what she must to help end this war. Not to win this war, nor to lose this war, but to allow her fellow demons to safely escape the carnage, to keep them from dying excessively.
That was the decision that resonated within inami's heart as she plotted the course she did. She would end this war, stop the remaining bloodshed before it could even happen.
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Re: [WW4 EVENT] The paths they've chosen. [open]
Sat Apr 06, 2019 10:04 am
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Tap. Tap. Tap.
Sounds of crutch tapping would audibly echo in sync with the sound of his footsteps, the crimson-haired man walked in a seemingly nonchalant way, his eyes barely paying attention to the rest of his surroundings as he continued walking down into one obviously large skyscraper and towards the energy that he wouldn't forget - the energy of an Asthavon.
He knows full well that he is walking right into enemy territory but that never cease to stop him right at his track and cower in fear.
Being in Europe and in the midst of what they call a "world war" reminded him of a conversation that he had with a certain person when he was in Hell. Until now, he laughs at the fact that this world is full of hypocrites. People would fight each other, trying to justify their actions left and right by saying that its for the sake of world peace but when fundamentally, they're no different from the people that they call a villain.
By branding someone or something as the bad guy and convince the masses that they are a threat, that their ideals opposes what the world or "justice" wishes for, then the actions of what they call as heroes, the good guys or protagonists would justify their actions as providing punishment for one's wrongdoings because they are.. good guys.
Sou despises this kind of world. This world that drowns in its own ideals, where people fight and declare you as an enemy when your actions do not fit their ideals nor tastes.
What has this war provided? Not peace. Not a resolution. Only more control and territories to take over. Yes - for one's selfish reasons. A shitty war, a shitty world.
However, Sou isn't here for any of that fame: neither fame, territory or strength. His reason being in Europe? Settle some personal debt.
Well then, it's time to pay someone a visit.
With the stomp, he sends himself flying across the air and into one of the windows of the skyscraper, crashing right into the building and if his calculations aren't wrong, right where he assumes the Asthavon is from the faint energy that he were able to pick up earlier ago.
"Pardon my intrusion. Now then.."
Sou, upon landing into the building, would amplify and send vibrations across the entire building from the moment his feet touches the floor within the building, causing the entire structure of the building to be weakened from the amplified force of his vibration and walls would visibly crack with a loud, audible sound of concrete simply cracking, and sometimes snap; a sign that the entire building wouldn't be holding on its own much longer.
Afterwards, he would continue to stand the place where he had landed. His eyes nor his body language displayed any signs of fear despite being in front of one of the Asthavon's and instead, stood there in place in an almost nonchalant way as if he just entered some friend's house.
"I'm not here for a negotiation or some friendly talk. I'm just here to repay a little debt that I owed to you little fucks."
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