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driftfleet2016-09-07 10:59 am
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/muffled dragonforce in the distance
Who: Sorey (
moonlike), Mikleo (
nerdeology) & YOU!
Broadcast: n/a
Action: Solrius’s surface, scattered
When: 9/6 thru 9/10
[Some people are saying that Solrius is cursed. There’s a powerful storm moving around, with wind that screams and tears roofs from houses, rain that floods roads within minutes and lightning that ignites voracious fires which devour acres of forest. Some people can hear the beating of wings and roaring. Some people even swear they saw a damn dragon breathing fire and ice.
Fewer in number are reports of a boy with the dragon, but when questioned, nobody could say what his face looked like.]
(( Please see the OOC post for details! ))
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Broadcast: n/a
Action: Solrius’s surface, scattered
When: 9/6 thru 9/10
[Some people are saying that Solrius is cursed. There’s a powerful storm moving around, with wind that screams and tears roofs from houses, rain that floods roads within minutes and lightning that ignites voracious fires which devour acres of forest. Some people can hear the beating of wings and roaring. Some people even swear they saw a damn dragon breathing fire and ice.
Fewer in number are reports of a boy with the dragon, but when questioned, nobody could say what his face looked like.]
(( Please see the OOC post for details! ))
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Mikleo.
[Sorey glances back over his shoulder as the dragon's great head snaps up. Frosty breath cascades from between his teeth as he uses the chill to chase away the sleep from his eyes.]
Dinnertime.
[Mikleo clicks deep in his throat, seeming to grin as he creeps closer. The glow behind his teeth changes to orange; he likes his meals well-done.]
1/2
CROWN EDGE!
[With a swipe of his claws, several small projectiles go flying- high enough so it's over Opal and Nightingale's heads but instead aiming directly at Mikleo's mouth. As soon as they hit, they explode with holy power. Not enough to cause serious damage to a dragon
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Sorry I'm lat-
[he trails off when he seems to notice something, his cursed eye red in color as he stares off at the dragon in slight horror. Or rather, right above it]
...Mikleo.
[So that's why they said there no cure from becoming a dragon. Oh God...]
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she takes a few quick, shallow breaths, trying to keep calm. then she looks towards allen as he comes over.]
I need to get her out of here. Can you take it from here?
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The humans behind them talk and Sorey snaps around to glare. They hurt Mikleo.
Rage surges up like a beast unchecked; their names, faces, voices fall away as background noise as Sorey becomes nothing more than a vicious channeler of twisted retribution as the wind begins to squall, shrieks and lops the tops off the trees, cutting its way down. He'll level this entire forest. He'll slice them to ribbons for what they did.]
1/2
Go. There's a shuttle about a 100 meters from here with a first aid kit. I'll cover you.
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Sorey! In God's name, what have you done?!
[Screams fill his ears. Screams of the wind, screams from the tragedy]
I know you had fallen, I know the malevolence had become too much for you to bear ... but to attack your friends ... to turn your own dear companion into an Akuma?!
[All Mikleo wanted was to save Sorey. He was willing to give his life to save him. But this fate, to have this happen to him... His human hand clenches into a fist. He can feel his blood pumping through his body, the innocence yearning to destroy this monstrosity in from of them.]
Why Sorey?! You were supposed to stop these tragedies, not create more!
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Sorey squints through the debris filling the air; he can feel another domain swelling up, increasingly more powerful. Judging by the rumble in the back of Mikleo's throat he feels it as well, and he's not happy about the intrusion. Mikleo can still fight even with his mouth like this, but Sorey would rather they retreat and recuperate than have another battle here. He's losing too much of his sense of self, thoughts escaping him, scattering away like pebbles when he tries to collect them together. Escape feels like the better option. Instinct drives him harder than emotion right now, so Sorey finds his thread with Zaveid, yanks on it as hard as he can without him in the area and commands the wind to show their guest out, climbing onto Mikleo's back so they can take off for the relative safety of the mountains.]
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Sorey!
[- Annnd he's gone. Shit.]
[Well. At least he got to yell at him some??]