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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Jun 5, 2013 21:20:30 GMT -8
Here in the torment that is living time crawls like chalk powder fading from a great blackboard. Onerous minute follows as universal law dictates negativity clinging to negativity. One problem? Then Ten. Ten thousand, and on and on until you were crushed into fine dust and buried in some hapless asteroid. Chaos rages onward, speeding with reckless abandon, seeking to mete out every possible second it could out of those trapped within its confines.
*Swift was the broken blade, and deep its course. Yangu's wretched eyes swell in surprise. Thoughts race, questions abound. The blood seeps down from Diva's hands which grasped firmly into sword and cut deeply, cut freely. Inevitably, it drips and mixes with the champion's aura, and the break down begins. Already weakness has touched and waned her soul to meager remains. Soon nothing would remain.*
"So close. So close. Almost free. Al... almost won."
*Down kneels Diva as Yangu falters and collapses. The Witch pulls in her greatest of victims, her first, and cradles the blood slicked head into her bosom whilst carefully allowing more of own blood to trail unto the diminishing one.*
"No. You wouldn't be free out there. You'd crumble. Those born -cease. "
*She exhales unto those on the brink of oblivion, and her ice shelters, covering it all in shivers that beg for final end.*
"You suffered for your crimes; you've paid your debt. If you were lucky, the first time would have been the last. But I hated you. I kept you. I tortured you. I said my mission was to set all suffering at an end, but you were unlucky. You were the unluckiest girl of all. I lied to you. You're running my circle because I want you to know that fear, the one that comes when you first travel to Hell, and you watch yourself fall into flames."
"Why? Why me? I was just normal. Plain. Hurt some. Loved some. Made mistakes. Had regrets. Why me? Why not some one who earned it? Why not someone who deserved what you did?"
*Even now, how could she hide her nature? A wicked smile breaks out upon Diva's face, but she does her best to keep her oldest of comrades from laying eyes upon the twisted instinct.*
"Just cause. . . Like I said: there was no design, just universal lottery. You are unlucky, Yangu, very unlucky. Be proud, Human. It took you exactly 1,333,666 years to fall. Now you're tainted by the dark side. Oh, I won't sugarcoat it. You were tainted by me. Now you think you could have been me, and do what I do? It's very flattering, Human, especially after what I did to you, but it's impossible. It's not your mission. Dearest friend, I won't let you turn into a monster. For you it's a burden, for me it's reason for existence.
No more, Unlucky Soul. No more pain. No more fear. It's time to fulfill my promise to you. "
*A death rattle.*
"Are you lying?"
*As an answer, Diva exposes Yangu's neck, and bites down. Auras mingle and entwine, and the body of the long abused girl begins to fade. Above them comes light from a floating orb. It is dim like light coming from a shadowy bedroom, but down here, that's enough to shine like the purest of suns. Music touches Chaos here, weeping guitars and voices singing melancholy. This is the path to reality, where the strongest of Diva's kill sheet compete for a chance at touching a parody of unlife. Now, they lay shattered as conquered spirits, building mountains and cities with their corpses. It is here on the highest of mountains that the Witch now stands, using torso and limb as an uneasy floor. The men sing of loneliness. How fitting here on the ranges of rotten flesh.
The battle with Yangu has proven costly, even on the seemingly infinite reserve of the Ice Queen's power. But now that she had consumed her oldest victim she could manage to limp and climb up, her face squeezing past the bloated corpses as crooked bones and bent nails caught and caused mischief. Eventually Diva climbs to the very crest, exactly below the point of light. Slowly, almost tentatively, she reaches up. The dirty and war stained hands hesitate for only a moment, and then clasp on. *
Such a lonely day shouldn't exist. It's a day I'll never miss.
A gasp of air, and the body sleeping in a ball electrifies and shoots up to the sitting position. Its eyes glow dimly in their usual icy hue, and they dart around in darkness. Taking in the sights, taking in the sounds of the woeful music leaking through the spaces in the hatch, it wonders how long it has been since the encounter. Then Diva looks down at her self styled blanket, looks closer at the pattern, and comes to realize something that causes her eyes to burst in a brighter shade of focus. Suddenly, the ship is filled with that unique feeling of being thrown under frozen water on Hoth. The aura was impossible to miss.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2013 21:40:36 GMT -8
"Oh, you have got to be shitting me."
The icy aura was indeed unmistakable. Luckily for all involved, Eralam had repaired his mental barriers enough that the pressure from Diva wouldn't collapse them. He could feel the cold, but it was not allowed in. The Shard rose from his chair. He felt absolutely naked without his jacket. He hoped the Queen Bitch didn't ruin it.
The anger before had been leeched out by the music. The rage had been replaced with a general sort of crankiness, much like a human woken up from a deep sleep. Well, cranky old bastard was an old trick for the Robot Space Ninja. And hey, if his heart was actually in it this time, so much the better.
Before leaving the room, Eralam dropped his gun belt into the chair. There wasn't anything on it that could so much as scratch that thing in there, and he wasn't sure that fighting was the right idea in the first place. No matter what he did or how much power was thrown at her, she always seemed to bounce back. There was the faintest glimmer of a plan forming in the back of the Shard's mind, one that continued to solidify as he walked back towards the girl's room.
"Oi, you awake in there?"
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Jun 5, 2013 22:08:08 GMT -8
Immediately as the Shard finished his sentence the door to Diva's borrowed room fractured into myriad pieces, sending the bits as shrapnel. It was comparable to a simple frag grenade from Hell, and hundreds of pieces of superheated lead bounced and pinged off Eralam's chassis. The corridor he had just walked down now remained tattered like cheese badly grated, and yet, none of this was enough to do anything more than chip the paint job on his body. From the steaming remains walks the Witch. A wild grin splits her cheeks, and she appears to be rabid with spittle spraying through the vise that were her shark teeth. Already her black magical dress had manifested upon that unholy body. However, any one looking would plainly see her wearing the old Robot's coat over her squared shoulders. Countess of Ice had suddenly burst the door with such severity, that her right arm appeared to be fractured like a jigsaw puzzle into hundreds of geometric patterns that resembled the cracks and dents pockmarking the hall. What held it all together? Hope? Bad intentions?
"Now it's my turn."
She raises the now dripping limb and holds it leveled at the Shard, no doubt preparing some sort of Force Assisted attack. From this pose malice binds the broken flesh, and wants to destroy everything and anything within a cubic light year.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2013 22:26:36 GMT -8
Some of the pieces bite into the synthflesh coating. There is blood, but not much. HRDs are designed to mimic human appearance and physiology, but this one had a few key differences. Eralam continued walking towards Diva, heedless of the tears in his skin and clothing.
"Your turn for what, Diva?"
He can feel the malice, the hatred. Diva didn't just use those things to draw strength, he observed. She almost seemed to be the physical embodiment of the concepts.
"What are you going to do?"
The rage, the desire to rend and tear and destroy. The Shard can sense it all. For the first time in his life, he begins to understand them. Maybe just a little, and maybe only shallowly.
"Rip me limb from limb?"
Her rage cannot touch him. Her hatred will find no hold. The Shard's aura was a hardened mass of cranky, spiteful stubbornness wrapped around perhaps the tiniest kernel of compassion.
"I get it. It's what you do. You maim and kill and maim some more. And hey, so do I."
He was now within striking distance. If she chose to attack, well, good luck with that.
"It's what we are. But under all that, there's one big, massive, screaming difference."
Eralam bent down a little and wrapped the Queen of Darkness in an admittedly awkward bear hug.
"You don't know what it's like to touch something without trying to kill it."
The Shard knew he was juggling thermal detonators here. There was a very good chance that he would spend the next few minutes, hours, maybe even days fighting for his life against the single most dangerous entity he had ever encountered. He didn't care. It would be worth it, just for the opportunity to see the look on her face. If he was guessing right, this was about the equivalent of walking up and donkey punching a normal person.
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Jun 5, 2013 22:44:23 GMT -8
The expression was, simply put, priceless. Imagine the outrage, the sheer ego it took to mock a force of nature, and this Robot dare try? There were no smiles, or quick puns. There was just anger so potent it screamed like anugish upon her twisted face. Every muscle thereof pulls to its breaking point. Every cell in her body howls in utmost protest, and it comes across like shrieking in the force carried up and down the bulkheads. Malice incarnate draws twin daggers from up the sleeves of her dress, and with her eyes burst like concentrated blue strobe lights, she grips them so forcibly they bend in her freakishly white hands.
"FOOL! YOU THINK YOU'RE THE FIRST TO LAUGH AT ME? THE FIRST TO FIND IT FUNNY!? LAUGH! LAUGH AND DIE!"
She stabs down upon Eralam, sinking one blade into his side, and the other into his back. But the Witch is mistaken. She's working from the angle of living things, attempting to damage where a human heart and right kidney would be if he were a meager flesh bag. Blood gushes as she twists the warped daggers with gusto, gnashing every fiber of her being into something that looked like a snarl.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2013 22:57:57 GMT -8
The daggers dig deep, but they won't hit anything vital. All the right gooey bits were there, but they were all window dressing. No mere dagger was going to break through to any of the vital components, least of all Eralam's crystal heart. He didn't let go.
"Who's laughing?"
A touch of the Force holds the daggers in place. Without proper leverage and maybe a winch, they weren't going to come loose from the body.
"Even now, when the one being in the galaxy that can look you in the eye as an equal tries to offer an olive branch, you try to shank his ass."
Eralam has to resist the urge to roll his eyes as he watches his blood soak through the trenchcoat. She was still wearing it at least, that was a positive sign. It hadn't been ripped to shreds or sent to an alternate universe, and for that he was grateful.
"Stop reacting for a moment and think. As near as I can tell, you're the physical manifestation of everything that's dark and twisted in this world. Did you pick up the stupidity with the rest? Sure, we can duke it out here and now, maybe wipe out a city, and la dee da, the galaxy will have forgotten about it in a year. That's not funny, that's just kinda sad."
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Jun 5, 2013 23:17:46 GMT -8
The lack of reaction in pain and the ever increasing death hug was starting show signs of confusion. It was touching the Witch's face. Still, it was too easy to satisfy her battle lust with a whim. Her way was that likened to a god of war constantly running from battlefield to boneyard looking for more. Diva lets out a hiss so chilling it causes the hardened plates of mixed metals to freeze. Her arms cock once again, and this time five of the same daggers appear in each hand, balanced like macabre knuckles in between her snow tipped fingers.
"Sad for you maybe. By then I'll have gulped down that rock you call a heart, and have turned you to dog shit. That sad feeling you get when you're alone? When you're tired? I know it. I can read it off you like a book. I'm what you're missing. I am the hole in things, Whill. Gray does not win. White does not win. Black is the end."
She stabs these weapons downward, aiming across the Roboninja's chest.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 5, 2013 23:45:55 GMT -8
The daggers sink down to the hilt, but a clever observer will notice that the blades are no more. Eralam had used a bit of trickery and his skill with Absorb to suck the energy out of the bonds that held the molecules together. If all goes well, they should break down into dust. He wasn't even going to try messing around with the atomic bonds, on the grounds that accidental fission is not a good thing.
"My, what a foul mouth you have."
Eralam straightens up without letting go. With the height difference, her feet should be dangling off the ground.
"I'm sure it goes great with that image you're trying to project. All dark and shit. Real scary stuff. I'm sure there are mommies and daddies who tell their kids to eat their veggies and go to bed, otherwise Diva's gonna get them. How does it feel to be a fairy tale? You and the boogieman can have tea together after work."
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Jun 6, 2013 0:09:29 GMT -8
"YEERRAAAA!"
Something very wrong is happening. You can see it dawn upon the Death Mistress' face. Brief like a flickering candle, the edges of some horrifying truth rear its beautiful face upon her, but she drowns it down in yet another blizzard.
A fairy tale? Is your calculator broken? I've given peace to billions! What have you done? Let them twist in pain while you watch on in apathy? You're just a shitty television recording the universe -playing the same channel. And the best part of it, you glorified toilet, is that NOBODY IS EVEN WATCHING WHAT YOU AIR! I'm a humanist! Proactive! For instance....
She snaps her fingers, and a number of wrenchings and metallic twisting can be heard echoing up and down the ship. Floating with assistance of the Force, a number of weapons lazily enter into the scene. Machine guns, heavy pistols, and the highest caliber revolvers -all his trophies cock in unison. Diva bares her lengthened, devil tongue at him, and then the weapons open fire as a group pumping round after in the direction of his chassis.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2013 0:32:04 GMT -8
Eralam would have been a lot more worried if they hadn't all been clicking on empty chambers.
"What, you didn't think I'd leave those loaded, did you?"
The Shard is grinning now.
"Wait, you think people still remember you? That's adorable."
He reaches up with his left hand and musses up her hair.
"I'm sure you've done some pretty impressive stuff, but how long did it take for folks to forget? A week? A year? A hundred years? Sooner or later, they stop believing that they saw some cute little girl all done up in her bestest dress ripping their mother's face off. It must have been an earthquake, or a storm, or maybe a reactor exploded. No way that one person could do all of that. Face it kid, for all yer hard work, you've got nothing to show. Why don't you get ready to write your name in the history books?"
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Post by Chloro on Jun 6, 2013 0:34:22 GMT -8
Should. Should was the operative word here. Thermodynamics wouldn't touch Kuroro with stick. That shit she used was nasty.
Subconsciously, she could hear the 'ping' as the concussive charge armed itself. Kuroro closed her eyes, blocked her ears and opened her mouth. It was surreal. The lack of noise made the scene look like a pantomime. The blast rolled over the Stihspawn, without actually hurting her - apart from a nosebleed. And many things could attribute to that. The foam came down and was immediately wrung free of moisture. It gently floated down, cushioning the heat, but not dissipating it. The thermal blanket warms up the human matchbox. It was a sponge to her bleeding heart. It was better to be able to hurt than be hurt.
If thermodynamics wouldn't touch Kuroro, physics had left the room long before Eralam had arrived.
It was really all his fault. He, a god on two legs exerted force on lesser beings akin to a gravity. Who could blame them for tumbling towards him, uncontrollably? Surely as a god, he would have the sense to avoid the human debris that hurtled towards him. Or at least prevent them from reaching a critical point where they could actually harm him. It would be interesting to see if he actually could manage to avoid being crushed the weight of his own influence.
Since doors had been rendered useless on the ship, Kuroro slid between walls - superheating them before stepping through the molten waterfall. There was a flash as the available oxygen burnt up, followed by any other unfortunate gases who were not blessed with a extraordinarily high autoignition temperature. She passed through to the next corridor. She knew where she had to be.
The place where an icy blob and impossibly massive blob stood side-by-side.
Kuroro sucked the air away as caught Eralam and Diva, locked in their embrace. The betrayal struck the Sithspawn with all its visceral intensity again, as it did the first time. There was no thought, only the childish reflex to hurt back what hurt her.
Tanks 4, 5, 7 and 8 simultaneously vented all their fiery goodness so forcefully, Kuroro's forearms exploded into flames that inspired fire in everything around it.
Eralam was hers. If she couldn't have his love - his death would have to suffice.
Lunging at Eralam's back, she plunged her hands at his chest, where she knew there he kept his beautiful machine heart. Maybe in the process she would do the same to Diva and gut both of them at the same time...
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Jun 6, 2013 1:10:15 GMT -8
No bang-bang. No happy. No slices of Robotron fluttering like pretty pieces of confetti for her to play with. The clicking of those guns, their eager desire to impart death upon this ship was charming, but they clacked like useless tools without the ammo. Oh, damn, now she was in trouble. Usually she maintained an icy barrier that was impenetrable to any single soul this universe could provide, but this was different. This was defeat. Eralam had lied. He had indeed come to judge her, and she was found as lacking as the priceless machine guns that began to clatter against the floor. Perhaps Diva was the useless one, no better than anything really. Was this loss? It did not feel like she should smile anymore. Was this how dying felt like? It plays across her face as the Shard grows in presence, and as his now unpleasant grin bore its fruit against her. Now those shoulders drop, and the eyes fade from ultimate rage to something Diva never partook in: quiet thought. At first, her hands attempt to stop the Robot from tossing her hair about like she was some soon to be shot puppy, but even that falters into some form of weakness, and instead they fall along the flanks of Eralam's chassis and remain limp at her sides. The grin. Why did it hurt so much to look upon it? Worry begins to paint the Witch's face, and now she looks a lot more in line with something Yangu would throw at you.
"You really think I'm nothing? I'm useless? If you know I'm nothing. . . then why am I here?"
Even the edge of malice is gone from Diva's voice.
Luckily, or rather, unluckily, there was still such brilliance in the souls of the living. Had this conversation continued, it might have resulted in the self contained Black Hole self-actualizing into air. However, she felt it. Fire and hatred. Jealousy and torment. Desire. Fear of loss. These were the things which gave the Ice Queen power -power to move, power to attack, power to even exist. Perhaps the Shard had cruelly taken them from her, and perhaps that is what she deserved, but that beautiful Sithspawn, that silly thing, it was all the proof she'd ever need to continue on the mission. Lava punches into Diva's chest at two places. The pain is immense, and it is perfect. It gives purpose. It gives motivation. With a controlled Force Push, the Countess of the Blue Roses propels herself from the deadly grasp of the Trashcan. A pale arm lashes out and is used to base plant and launch her even further away. The curtain once again falls, and the thing that was less than zero jumps up to level one.
Her unholy body begins its process of regeneration, meanwhile, she looks at the inferno collection around what was a tormentor moments ago.
...A smirk breaks out upon Diva's face...
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2013 6:29:47 GMT -8
Helpful hint: if one wishes to kill an impossibly ancient and powerful being with fire, make sure he's not a master of Absorb. Thermal energy is a very valid power source. Eralam felt the heat, knew at once that the little ball of yandere that had been following him around had decided to gank his ass. She would have been better off trying with a knife.
It took every last shred of self control not to drop the temperature down to .01K. Absolute zero is a theoretical state, one that he couldn't have achieved with all the power in the universe, but this, this was doable. It would wreck the ship, almost certainly kill everyone that was not him and stood a decent chance of that. Instead, he released Diva and gave her a gentle (by his standards) Force push down the hallway.
You're here because I think you can be so much more. You can carve your face into the galaxy in a way that will never be forgotten.
-30C, that should be enough. An instant sheen of ice sprang across the metal surfaces where ever Kuroro's flames hadn't chased the moisture away. Eralam turned as her hands plunged towards his chest, reaching out with his arm. With a bit of luck, he was hoping to grab her by the throat.
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Post by Chloro on Jun 6, 2013 8:21:54 GMT -8
The rolling flames slow down, until they almost stop. Without the heat distortion, Kuroro's flames looked like two bright blue tulips attached to her forearms. They struggled mightily to maintain combustion against the insane freeze. Her lung vents open, dousing the immediate area with catalyst. The ice thawed, then melted. The hydrogen separated from the oxygen. And the Sithspawn was back in business. One of her design specifications was "be able to start a firestorm on Hoth". Although -30ºC was cold, it wouldn't stop her. Not immediately at any rate.
She saw the hand coming for her. Kuroro snarled. Touching her with the same hand he used to touch Diva? Did Eralam think that he could be shared? If he couldn't keep his hands only for Kuroro, he didn't deserve them. Opening wide, Eralam's four primary fingers, save his thumb, went deep into her throat. Behind her plain teeth, there was a circular ring of teeth, designed to macerate the heavy metals that she used to start fires. They clamped down, twisted and ground away. His hand was freezing cold and she could feel the cold tighten like a vice around her head. She choked up a fiery black bile that she used to disintergrate metals. Maybe he would be able to absorb heat, but would he be able to prevent her from unravelling his fingers?
When her hands came in contact with the shard, though, things went south. Kuroro could go from 0ºC to small star in seconds. Except Eralam was cheating. He wasn't a giant refrigerator coil, trying to dissipate the heat. The Shard was sucking it away and maintaining the temperature he desired. It was amazing how two extremes were separated the tiny space between her hands and Eralam's chest. It was truly awesome witness his effortless command of the universe around him.
When would it snap?
Impossibly, Kuroro turns the thermostat slowly back in her favour, exponentially increasing her output. It had anyway escalated beyond her ability to control anyway. A runaway reaction.
A star kick-starer.
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Jun 6, 2013 10:00:54 GMT -8
"Chuhhh Huh huhuhuhhuh hee hee hee hee HEE!"
They had the heat; they had the cold. Now all that remained was the gravity to bind all to a level it could no longer tolerate. Well, guess who on this ship just so happened to liken themselves to that force? Up comes her left hand, fingers splayed at the chocking embrace that swirled into a megaton slap of an aura. Something causes an invisible but palpable orb to form around the Sithspawn and the Shard. They are pushed together, not just in the position their combat has resulted in, but even more. Their bodies first touch, torso to torso, then pressure begins to exert, and soon it becomes an uncomfortable vise. Now it would feel like they were trapped in the deepest of ocean trenches, and yet still the gravity pushed them against each other. Had they been humans then death would most likely come at this point, as organs and bones crushed from either side. Praise every atom of darkness in the universe they were not. The irony was so poignant it caused the now smiling Witch to laugh freely at the display.
"AHHH HU HU HU HA HA HA HA HA!"
Stumbling at the sheer force of her laughter, Diva still manages to equip and ignite her lightsaber. Its ice blue blade perfectly matches the pleasure which poured from every atom in her eyes. She skips to the platonic lovers while humming some cheerful tune, raises her blade, and thrusts. The intention here was to drive it through Eralam's stomach area, by pass it with all the hum drum that the saber so iconically flared, and stab right on through Kuroro's gut too, thus pinning all three of them into an embrace that would fit perfectly in the mind of the devil.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2013 13:41:23 GMT -8
The great thing about Absorb is that the energy sucked up isn't just lost. It gets added to the user's own, and can be used to pull off some pretty spectacular shit. For instance, when the Sithspawn's maw came down on his wrist, Eralam made damn sure that she wasn't chewing on anything but a protective barrier. The liquid fire was similarly met. And since Kuroro just kept spewing out heat, the Shard had no problem keeping his already vast reserves topped off.
Unfortunately, that did nothing to solve the current problem: how the hell was he going to stop her without either A: destroying the ship and B: killing her? The Shard's hand was on her throat. A simple squeeze and the head would pop right off. It would be easy, efficient, and would also present his plans with a pretty serious setback. And then he felt the pressure from Diva. That was a simple enough counter. By exuding an equal amount of force, pushing in the opposite direction, it was pretty easy to keep from being crushed. If he wanted to kill either of them, it would be child's play right now.
But he didn't want to kill them. Killing them would be a major setback to the plan that was swirling through the lower levels of is consciousness. There had to be a better way. So instead of crushing Kuroro's throat, Eralam went with the less-fatal-but-still-badass option of headbutting the everloving shit out of her. The Shard's skull, like the rest of his skeleton, was made of a composite that resembled bone but was ultimately much stronger. The impact would have been sufficiently powerful enough to dent armored plating.
And now for the other one. Eralam allowed the lightsaber to skewer his torso. The fake organs were already a mess, and the real vital bits were either phrik or cortosis protected. It wasn't like it could hurt him any. And hey, since Diva was kind enough to come close enough to stab him, it was a safe bet that she was close enough to be grabbed. His left arm shot back. The throat probably would not be a good target, seeing as how she was liable to grow spikes or fangs or some shit like that, but Eralam figured the dress would probably be safe. Well, safer. Lord knows what Kuroro would do if he missed or the damn thing tore or something.
Bottom line: if he could get them both off the ground, their physical ability to inflict harm would be greatly reduced. It would be a lot easier to deal with them like that.
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Jun 6, 2013 15:53:57 GMT -8
Every single bloody thing this hunk of junk pulled was a complete and utter insult. It was annoying how it wouldn't submit. It was maddening how it would not slow. Not even a sign -and he was just playing with them. Treating both Kuroro and Diva like toys, bishops on his warped game of chess -this is what compelled the beaten Queen to continue to resist. Why the Hell not? Dust to dust.
"AHHHHHHHHH HA HA HA! I AM DUST! PUSH, PICK, PULL, PRICK! I AM BECOME DUST!"
This puzzle was easy. So he thought he could toss her away to the side like a bad memory. Not at all. She refused. Resist because you could breathe. What Eralam pushes aside Diva brings back double, sending even more gravity in order to crush them all into pebbles. Absolutely nothing is done to avoid the Roboninja's grasp, and from this elevated position, one hand pulls out a blue rose from a pocket, while the other hefts the lightsaber to a right angle and comes down upon the mechanical arm the Shard was using to pin Diva to the air.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2013 16:59:39 GMT -8
Ok, this was getting out of hand. More and more layers of focus were called upon to handle countering the pressure, countering the Kuroro, and holding up the barriers within the ancient mind. And now there was a lightsaber trying to take off the motherfucking arm. Frustration was evident on the Shard's synthetic face. No fear, it wasn't time for that yet. It was rapidly becoming clear that nonlethal might no longer be an option though.
The blade bit into the synthflesh, filling the room with the unique stink of artificial skin burning to a crisp. It didn't get a chance to cut down any further. Eralam was now acting almost acting as a walking superconductor. Kuroro was throwing off enough heat that, if it weren't for his constant effort, the ship and probably a fair bit of the city would have been vaporized. The lightsaber was yet another source of energy, and if Diva didn't think to kill the blade quickly, it would get sucked into the endless abyss of Eralam's power reserve. But there was a problem. That energy wasn't the Shard's own. If he didn't expend it, he'd fry from the inside out in a way that the Sithspawn could never manage.
Even the Robot Space Ninja had limits. He couldn't afford to pussyfoot around anymore.
There is a tremendous surge in the Force as the full weight of the Shard's reality-warping strength is brought to bear. The scope doesn't expand beyond the confines of the ship, but within that space, his presence is an absolute, almost tangible thing. The lights begin to dim and flicker as a power that their engineers never planned for began to interfere with the ship's circuits.
This is a warning, the growl of a rancor that's getting ready to defend its territory in a spectacularly violent manner. Should either of the women choose to ignore it, Eralam is prepared to send them to the Netherworld. The anger from earlier isn't here, only sadness. As much as they annoyed him, both Kuroro and Diva were works of art. The Sithspawn, even without her newfound powers, had a talent for chaos and subterfuge unmatched by any operative the Shard had ever met. Diva was a walking, profanity-spewing avatar for the Dark side. He would destroy them both to ensure his survival, not for self preservation but for the good of the plan. What the plan was hadn't yet been revealed, but he could feel the Force at work here. It agreed with him, told him that this mission was important. It would go on with or without the others.
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Post by Diva, from Aeons Torn on Jun 6, 2013 22:36:28 GMT -8
Make no mistake, this was one bad reaction to being the worst unnatural disaster to hit Foamwander City since its naming. Within this madness, as the forces try to show each other that they were superior, there is a spark. It was one of universe's more lethal of agents. Rationality was a clever bitch, trying to hide herself within passions and lust. One moment is utter chagrin, the next something focused comes, kicks malice in the ass, and takes place with its legs crossed like some filthy scholar in a moribund academy. Diva realizes something that should have been apparent from the start: this comes to fruition quite nicely as the Witch's face flips a switch from the killkillhappystabrapebulleteat to careful thought. No hesitation. The Ice Queen wrenches away from Eralam's grasp with a well placed Doc Marten boot heel to the chassis. Surprise, it doesn't even make the bastard flinch. It does, however, cause the fabric so rudely assaulted to tear. Flash of snow white passing down charred hall, and now the Dark Side Manifesto is ten meters from the conflagration-epicenter-wormhole-rancor pit-takeyourpick.
The black dress has conveniently ripped to a state which makes it appear like a simple, sleeveless blouse. This of course had nothing to do with any pictures external forces from beyond the multi-verse had posted nearby to this text. Her mouth is a tight line of concentration with the corners creaking upward, and she gazes with the intensity of an artist at work in craft. The raven haired head bobs left and right, as if trying to view the Roboninja, as if the problem was simply a matter of perspective. Actually, she just realized it was.
A paper white thumb presses the de-cocker of her lightsaber, and the blade retreats with its characteristic whine. Next, her livid arms cross as she crosses her boot soles while standing in place.
"Great. Math kills it. Again. He can't lose as it stands. The Whilly has officially become a bloody immovable object. I lost the game."
She throws her voice down the hall. Was it important to also note that there was no crushing gravitational pull attempting to pint-size them?
"Fire-Demon, it's a waste. You're just helping him make shit. You're just feeding him. The more you throw, the more he takes. I would know. Take an ice bath, because if we're killing him, we need a new tact."
Diva begins to shake her head, thinking a great degree of things. Maybe she was amused by the hopelessness. Maybe she didn't care if Kuroro heeded her warning or not. Maybe she thought she owed Yangu a drink. Whatever the connivances were, they were hidden behind her patented curtain of icy force protection. Really, the whole gesture made her look like a sports fan who just lost a meager wager with a good friend -if that fan was a walking parody of life.
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Post by Chloro on Jun 7, 2013 0:18:59 GMT -8
It was unbelievable - Diva was trying to kill Eralam too? And not only she had been cut into two flaming halves not a minute ago! But she had more important problems to chew on right now - or rather a problem that she couldn't chew. If she wasn't used to working in a no-oxygen environment, suffocating would have been her biggest problem right now. Unhinging her jaw, she tried swallowing more of the arm and get around the barrier that protected the hand when she suddenly saw stars. It wasn't exactly the kiss-and-make-up that she was looking for from Eralam. His hand came out of her mouth as her head whipped back, sprinkling ichor to the deck.
The squeeze was on. Instead of being flinged across the corridor, she came straight on back at Eralam, latching onto his collarbones this time and holding on.
Diva's serenades to madness were beautiful, but she wouldn't bear to give them a moments thought. This was devotion. To one and one being only. Something that the little witch lacked. As soon as Eralam became truly terrifying she stopped trying to hug him to death with her own supernatural powers. Maybe she didn't see what the Sithspawn saw in Eralam.
Kuroro was face to face with Eralam, in all his raging glory. Beneath her fiery fingertips, she could feel the massive reservoirs of power building up, rising, feeding off her rage. This is what she wanted! Together, they could spark a flame to set fire to the very planet they stood on. It wouldn't be a localised firestorm. It would encompass everything, until the fire itself caught fire. They would birth a star - right here! Her own body would be consumed in the fire - a sacrifice that she would be willing to make a hundred times over. Because she and Eralam would be together - until the stars burnt out. Her reserves were depleted. Hissing, her flames disappeared into him. She had given him her all, except her heart. Only he could truly light that. Once he did, everything would go up in smoke.
She kissed Eralam.
She was ready explode into a supernova for him.
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