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Mon Aug 02, 2021 8:05 pm

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OPEN HER EYES

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Her tendril's grip tightened on the demon's wrist that wielded the blade, even as he detached it from his body. She was not intent on letting that damn thing go at all - she would hold onto this creature's body til the end of time if she had to, if it meant nobody else was killed by him. Sheer spite guided her actions as she forced him to the ground, the sensation of strain on her focus apparent, but disregarded as her will did not desire to falter.

It wasn't until she noticed the demon made no attempt to escape her grappling, not even an ounce of struggle, desperation, or wish to escape left him. She could hardly fathom what was happening at the moment, until he started speaking. She relented with her eye-gouging as he did so, her scarlet eyes widened as she heard his words, however this did not cause hesitation, if anything, it only made her grip on him strengthen as emotions welled to the surface,

"You don't seem to understand... That you had a choice. That you didn't have to become this... That you could've been more than a war machine.. But how could you have known better? You probably came out with that in your head already."

Her voice was low and quiet, only to be heard by his ears alone, as a familiar sensation crept into her chest - Guilt. Intense, lasting guilt, even as he reached out and strangled her.

"You poor demon - i'm so sorry I didn't save you from becoming a murderer."

She spoke through heavy breaths, body tightened and rooting the two of them to the ground, assuring he would not move an inch as her allies would do work, as tears welled her eyes, full of sadness and pity,

"...J-just... Rest now. The war... Is over. There is no more blood... Needing to be shed."



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Thu Aug 12, 2021 2:55 pm

Yaksha, The Überseele




The stage was set, and all the pieces were in place; their commander had the ammunition to strike down the foe, and there was already one suitably occupied in keeping him from moving or leaving the area outright. Everything had begun and been set into motion, and now it was like waiting for a science experiment to complete itself; when the solution boiled, something amazing would happen. Or nothing at all, and one would need to recalibrate the reactions. Jhambala watched with dispassionate eyes as another party approached to provide Alistair with yet more tools, and folded its hands over its chest.

The beast was quite content to sit by and watch this unfold, however fate would dictate; it had been chosen after all for its capacity to judge the worth or lackthereof in others. A creature such as this wouldn't act if not goaded to or given suitable cause, as it simply didn't fit; it was far easier to be impassive if one served solely as an observer, and thus far the demon they were fighting had struck it as remarkably bland, hardly even worth learning or remembering the name of. To raise its hand and guide an arrow, or still the thrashings of some pained beast as it went about its death throes would serve no real purpose.

But there was a voice niggling in the back of Jhambala's head, something it had almost forgotten even existed. The voice of a creature well used to having its orders followed, a creature that knew innately that its will would win out against all others, and was prepared to wait for the sun to extinguish itself to make its point if needed. Jhambala watched Alistair notch the first arrow, and its impassive faces furrowed their brows, as if irritated, for the first time.

Trust, but confirm. The boy is powerful enough to do amazing things. But there is no good reason to put so much on his shoulders just like this. Allow him to make the greatest use of the resources he has been given, and do try to be mindful he was made a commander only ten minutes ago.

With a faint, wordless exhalation, Jhambala vanished in a crackling of static, a faint purplish-black corona surrounding its body as it appeared behind Alvah and Calypso, its hands reaching out like an angel's enveloping wings, aiming to gouge and pluck at the demon's eyes. It would be a temporary distraction at best, and that was even assuming he could succeed; just trying to shove his thumbs into those sockets could've led to them being bit off as eyelashes turned into blades, or something similarly absurd; the malleability of a demon's form was something Jhambala was well familiar with, however irksome it would be. Even if blinded, it would only serve to slow their opponent for a few breaths.

For long enough for a single arrow to pierce his heart, and go to work, filling the demon's entire body with the corrosive influence of a creature that knew exactly how one would go about regenerating from deep wounds, and cause cells to reproduce rapidly.

"Cease all this noisy struggling. Kill us all or die, but in either case do it quietly."
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The Uprooter


Pain. He is all too used to it. His body is but a tool for destruction after all. Wear and tear is just what happens to things such as himself. However, he could not help but chuckle as Calypso continued to judge him, even going so far as to spout about choices and decisions. He did not react to her aggression. He did not utter a word nor a scream when his eyes were gouged. It was as if the fight had been sucked from his person, an acceptance of his fate. When the first attack pierced his side, only a grunt escaped from between his lips, the flaming sword digging deep until he felt his body start incinerating from within. Then, the next two came, both hitting their marks as his throat, agaped, left him near death instantly. Though, for a moment, he was allowed a brief respite as the pain faded, and he could feel the weight of his sins lift from his body. He hated the feeling, as if all he ever lived for was for naught.

“...”

He had opened his mouth to speak, but only the gargled splatter of blood spewed from his lips as he felt his body sink further into the pits, its eradication following. Dispersing into the nothingness that awaits a being like him, he could feel the pull of another not too far away. His thoughts ran rampant at that moment, a sinister thought running through his mind. Yet, just like that, the life that would have been in his eyes if they were not gouged, is gone, and his body became nothing more but a husk. His sword then lost its glow, the thing weighty but useless in his separated hand, falling to the ground.

The menos that had existed, all slain through the efforts of the others that had left the main fight, left an eerie silence on the battlefield. That is until some rubble began to stir, a man with blond hair stepping out from behind smoke. Jenkins, thought long dead, is not as expired as many thought. However, he is wounded, his clothing torn and his body ragged. Looking out at everything, his face contorted with confusion and pain. But, with one step, he is down on a knee, panting in an attempt to catch his breath.

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Mon Aug 30, 2021 1:36 pm
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ALASTAIR EISFLUCH | Vollständig

Flaming wings began to sputter and fade as Alastair released the third arrow into the demon, he had thrown every last drop of energy that he could muster into that final series of blows and it amazes him that he was still even conscious. It was only by the grace of Yugiri that he was still standing, his own hand now clasped onto her shoulder like it was a crutch whilst he dropped out of the Vollständig state. His Spirit Weapon already dismissed, a free hand wiped the matted hair from his sweat laden brow so that he might watch Alvah’s end with his own eyes.

It was a pitiful end for a pitiful creature, he supposed. Looking on as the beast clawed at it’s own bloodied neck, searching for a final breath that his wounds would not permit. He had watched so many of his companions fall to that blade that there was little room for mercy in his heart, nor was there a feeling of triumph, just the bittersweet taste of his continued survival despite the previous bleakness of their situation.

As the rubble began to shift once more, Alastair pushed himself free of the Shinigami and reached for his weapon again. He had not the strength to fire another arrow, but this latest foe might be dissuaded by threat without the need for further violence. Finally noticing the familiar blonde hair of Commander Jenkins, he loosed a final sigh of relief and collapsed to his own knees. At least there was another that had been saved, one thought lost that would yet return home.

The price had been high, but victory seemed to be theirs at last.
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Tue Aug 31, 2021 6:52 pm
ENTER THE DREAMER






She gritted her teeth as she felt those claws squeezing around her neck. Ordinarily she would've figured a way to slip out of his grip by now, but she had to hold him down. She had to keep him still, or else more people would die. She held on with every last bit of might she could muster, even as her power was finally burning down to the point the height of emotions was waning, her form fizzling back into it's normal appearance. But even so, she held on, she held on even after his grip was losing strength, as life left his form, as his body slumped and fell to the torn earth.

She let out a painful few breaths as her throat was relieved of tension, her tendril-shaped arms and legs still tightly grasping his corpse's appendages and severed arm as if he'd suddenly spring back to life to kill all of them. The only thing that broke her fixation on restraining the being's corpse was the sound of something nearby, her gaze snapping up to look dangerously at the creature who would dare to still-

Oh.. It was just.. One of the squad leads...

It only just occurred to her how hard her heart was pounding, she practically heard the harsh rhythm in her ears, her blood flowing like harsh rapids throughout her body, adrenaline having kept her going. He was injured, she had to go help him.. She had to...

She forced her trembling limbs to release the corpse - it was like prying cold metal away with how much of a vicegrip she forced herself to have to stop him. The emotions around her were dwindling, her ears were ringing in the silence, as she would try to move her body over to Jenkins.

Every step felt like lifting lead, the sensation of liveliness pumping through her blood was leaving her. Any onlookers could tell she was obviously exhausted, yet she still clamored her body over to the wounded man. She had to help him. She couldn't let him die from his wounds. She didn't acknowledge how tired her body was, even as her movement was rather slow and weighted.

"Th-thank goodness.. Y-you're alive..." She shakily called out, a smile on her exhausted face as she approached him, genuine relief sparkling in her teary eyes, "... D-don't worry.. I.. I just want to help you with those injuries, okay..? At least enough to where you can w-walk on your own.."

If not stopped by anyone, she would continue to tread the rubble-laden landscape over to the Commander, even as her body cried for rest and healing.


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Sun Sep 05, 2021 4:46 pm

Yaksha, The Überseele




Vitreous still coated the creature's hands, the wicked tears of a creature that had by all rights earned its ignoble end, and it examined them with a strange sort of sick resignation, as if to say that the creature it had faced against was deserving of this and nothing more; to be buried unceremoniously in the equivalent of a ditch in a city that represented nothing moreso than the mistakes of an entire generation of demons. No better or more fitting an end to that chapter of demonic occupation than this, then.

As the creature examined one of the newcoming...or returning...presences, its body began to run and meld like warm wax once more, as Yaksha extruded himself from the thick black ichor of the souls he had consumed, as he gripped with increasing force and direction the lingering, frayed attachment between himself and Jambhala, as he established his hold with greater and greater force. Three heads melded into one. A strange hovering winged underside resolved once more into two humanoid legs, and two massive tails, coiled around arms and over chest like intricate chains. Red, flaring tattoos flared into life and covered its body once more, as it rose two simple clawed hands, and began to waggle them experimentally.

He took a few regal, poised steps towards Jenkins...then sank to a knee himself, his movements quickly betraying his scattered thoughts as he very nearly fell onto his chest, speaking in a voice that was exhausted, worn, but still seemed to do its best to resolve as the one present who had the most composure, and who was most willing to take lead in the event something went to shit.

"Am I still under arrest, commander? Or is that decision now in the hands of Alistair, given his role in taking command in your absence?"
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