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driftfleet2016-09-10 12:18 pm
monolike) wrote in driftfleet2016-09-10 12:18 pm
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Who: Mikleo (nerdeology), Sorey (monolike), Allen Walker (save_the_souls), Zaveid (airily), Lailah (sansseraph), Eithan Paine (deviances), Stefan (stefanged), MORE TO BE ADDED
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Solrius's surface
When: forward-dated to 9/11
[Despite the destructive nature of this dastardly duo, there have been surprisingly few resident deaths as a direct result of their combined rampaging. Still, the property damage is mindboggling, and Sorey and Mikleo both have spent the past few days soaking up and sewing malevolence like there's no tomorrow. The people in their territory are terrified, homeless, helpless and hopeless. Despite the steady streams of people hunting down the boy and his dragon, no one has succeeded in killing either of them.
Sorey, more hellion than human now and growing more unstable by the hour, is beyond reason, a mass of the anger and frustration in more than ready supply by the system's inhabitants. Mikleo is nearly mindless, is no longer content to listen to orders for the sake of keeping his deteriorating partner happy. Soon, it won't be enough to just rip up trees by the roots and brutalize those coming after them.
Soon, nothing will be enough.]
(( starters inside! ))
nerdeology), Sorey (monolike), Allen Walker (save_the_souls), Zaveid (airily), Lailah (sansseraph), Eithan Paine (deviances), Stefan (stefanged), MORE TO BE ADDEDBroadcast: N/A
Action: Solrius's surface
When: forward-dated to 9/11
[Despite the destructive nature of this dastardly duo, there have been surprisingly few resident deaths as a direct result of their combined rampaging. Still, the property damage is mindboggling, and Sorey and Mikleo both have spent the past few days soaking up and sewing malevolence like there's no tomorrow. The people in their territory are terrified, homeless, helpless and hopeless. Despite the steady streams of people hunting down the boy and his dragon, no one has succeeded in killing either of them.
Sorey, more hellion than human now and growing more unstable by the hour, is beyond reason, a mass of the anger and frustration in more than ready supply by the system's inhabitants. Mikleo is nearly mindless, is no longer content to listen to orders for the sake of keeping his deteriorating partner happy. Soon, it won't be enough to just rip up trees by the roots and brutalize those coming after them.
Soon, nothing will be enough.]
(( starters inside! ))
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Restrained, wounded a hundred times over, furious, the dragon hisses, mouth curling to bare rows of red-stained teeth. He gives his head a shake, trying to wrestle off the chains, smoke and tiny flames bursting between his fangs; if he could just get his mouth open a few inches, if he could get a bit of fire out, there would be one less invader, one less of them around him, one-
--one...
know him
There's a muffled splash at his side, and he tilts his head to see. The circlet had come loose from a broken horn to land in the pool of blood near his claws. He stares at it for a long moment, struggling for breath as the chains constrict, as the air around him retracts; he remembers it, distantly. He doesn't know what it is but he knows it belongs to him, he'd carried it since he gave it to him, it was his--
treasure
There's a human in front of him, and he smells- he smells like-
know him
The fires die in his mouth, a combined lack of air and willpower to keep them active. He stares at the human, his snarls fading out into an uncertain wheeze. He doesn't move. Can't move, as if the human's presence alone is enough to hold him there, as if incapable of moving without direction, without an order, without a touch and a word from-
know him
know HIM
The sound of his cry changes again, this time to a soft, high-pitched whine. He came. He came, he's different but he came, he's changed but he's here.
free
free
fly away
fly with me--
The dragon begins to tremble, mere moments from death, but the fight is gone from his body. And with Allen close enough to reveal it now, there appears above the dragon's fallen form a small, drifting cloud of miasma, dark in colour and tethered directly to the creature from below. Inside the cloud is Mikleo.
Inside is what's left of Mikleo.
Rather than a normal flesh-and-blood form, every visible part of his body is the shade of an ethereal stone, all colour and life drained away until nothing remains but a shell. Cracks have begun to form across his ashen skin, bits of his face and body chipping away like the surface of an ancient relic deteriorated by the elements over time. Ropes of malevolence wind their way around his body, constricting, eating into it. With each passing moment another thread tightens, and another piece of his body breaks away and dissolves into the mist around him. He's already half-gone- his legs and the entire left side of his torso from shoulder to hip drift in shattered pieces throughout the cloud. The dragon whines again, and above, the fragile shadow twitches with it, as if trying to break free; his restraints grow tighter, and an ear snaps loose and turns to dust. He stares at nothing, his gaze empty, unaware or uncaring of his own degredation.
The only sign of life left in the dried husk, the only indication that he had ever been connected to life itself or the element of water, are the endless tracks of tears falling from his eyes.
And drifting in the wind is a voice- screaming, crying, pleading all at once. His voice, as broken and faded as his soul--
help me
save me
i love you
ithurtsithurtsitHURTSITHURTS
don't leave me
don't leave me alone...!!
kill me
kill me
KILL ME]
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There's no fight left in the dragon. It's safe enough and she knows that Sorey needs this. Lailah might be losing a friend and Sub Lord, but Sorey's losing a partner he's had for his whole life. How can she deny him this?
She gently pushes her Shepherd's back to encourage him forward.
If anyone tries to stop him this time, they'll be met with a warning flame. She has neither time nor patience left for being polite. All Lailah wants is for this to stop and be over. Sorey, Mikleo, Dezel, and Zaveid have suffered enough.
I should've been here sooner....]
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He gazes up at Mikleo there, being slowly pried apart by darkness and pain, eaten away like morning fog, and plods forward as if entranced, Lailah's hand all the permission he needs.
He knew.
Mikleo's voice should be like music; Sorey can't count the number of times he's woken up, fallen asleep, come home to the way Mikleo calls out a request, lobs a playful insult, murmurs his name. But hearing it like this, coming from- from the wraith above the dragon. Mikleo. What his soul looks like now, after what's been done to it.
After what he did to it.
Sorey enters the bubble of Zaveid's arte and shudders for just a moment, pressing a hand to his chest. It's fine; it's fine. The arte's focused on Mikleo, so it's not so bad for a small human, with small lungs to fill. But he can hear Mikleo wheezing into the bloody muck, can feel the weight on the ground of his surrender. As if dreaming, Sorey falls to his knees beside the great head.
He picks the circlet out of the muck and tucks it inside of his shirt.]
I have your treasure. It's safe with me.
[Sorey leans forward to peer into one great eye, sparing a glance for the Mikleo suspended above. Can Mikleo see him like this? Is it just a representation? No- his body is still the dragon's. He's in there.
Mikleo's eye fixes on his face and Sorey knows.]
Hey, [he wheezes, draping himself over Mikleo's head and stroking the ridge of his eye. His eyes burn but the tears stand still, unwilling to fall. Sorey drags a palm over the scales of Mikleo's muzzle.] It's okay. Shh shhhh, it's okay. It's over now, I'm here. You can rest if you want.
[no, please]
An- [Sorey chokes, shudders, takes another breath,] and when it's all over, we'll go exploring together. I'm not sure where, but, hey. [He laughs, light, gasping. Mikleo's wheezes quiet; Sorey presses his mouth against Mikleo's head, just in case he can't hear anymore, just in case he needs to feel it.] Not knowing where we're going is half the fun of exploring, right?
[You're impossible, Sorey.]
I know. [Sorey closes his eyes. Don't leave me. Don't go, Mikleo, I can't-] That's me. Reckless. I'm going to have to ask you to wait for me; I need to make up for the trouble I caused. I know I told you it's okay if you explore without me, but just this one time- just this once, [no] just hang on until I get there, okay?
[no]
You know how I hate falling behind.
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Allen, Allen's legs -
Stefan hadn't been around to see Allen's legs get injured, let alone understand that those ribbons were what kept his friend walking. Without thinking, Stefan rushes to Allen's side, hastily cradling the guy as if his entire life depended on it. At this point, he's sure he looks like a hot mess: his hair's all ungelled, flopping down in front of his eyes and blocking his vision; he's got mud on basically every single inch of his body; and none of that matters. Not anymore.] You've got nothing to apologize for.
[Really. Allen, Eithan, Lailah - they were the ones who purified Sorey, and they weren't the one who walked back fifteen minutes late with far too much coffee for one person to consume.
As he peers up at the dragon, at the shell that was once Mikleo, he lets out a horrified gasp at - he's not even sure, Mikleo's - if Stefan feels like this, then Sorey - then let Sorey handle this the best he can. Just as Stefan's focusing on keeping his friend stable and secure, so too is Sorey (in his own right).]
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It's Sorey who steps fearlessly up to the dragon, Sorey who wraps his arms around him, Sorey who makes little promises and speaks of the future like Mikleo has one. Freeing himself of Zaveid's wind, finally, he moves over to the other wind seraph and props him up with his shoulder.
This isn't a victory. There are no winners here, only suffering and war wounds that will never go away.]
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Maybe it's selfish, but he'd kind of liked being a Sub Lord. He'd enjoyed wandering around with the others, kicking hellion ass and doing something good. It had made a change from being alone, from only having himself, from haunting a mountain where the dead-but-alive friend he'd loved curled through their air as an omen. He'd even thought that, maybe, one day, he'd end up travelling with the next Shepherd, and the next one, because he believed in Sorey, believed in his mission, his cause, all of it.
Now? All of that seems a distant memory, something swiped from his fingertips before it could really become an actual dream.
(Who really wants to travel with a murderer anyway?)
The artes are draining his strength, and with everything that's happened to him over the last few days - the fear, the horror, the tugs on his soul that knocked him down each time, knowing that Sorey was searching for him and would create something unspeakable with him, all tied up with coming face to face with the pinicle of it all... It's too much. Zaveid is exhausted, and when Dezel comes over and shifts, propping him up, he finally drops a little, letting go. He can't stand tall anymore, not with all his strength being sapped away, and he grits his teeth as he does everything in his power to make sure this is really, truly the end.
And then all he can see is black, dropping against Dezel and passing out. ]
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"It's safe with me."
safe
"You can rest."
rest
"Wait for me."
wait...?
The words are so calm, the voice so familiar, one he couldn't name even if given a hundred years to try and remember; one he could never forget, even so. He feels safe. Dying, and he feels safe.
know him
know you
Slowly, he closes his eye, allowing the voice and those gentle hands to guide him towards the sleep his body is crying out for so desperately. And then the wraith speaks again, the sound of it nearly lost in the breeze, as hushed as the gentle flow of a forest stream from a mile away. His voice is in Sorey's ear, like it should be. Like it used to be.
Like himself again. Almost, almost like music.
it's okay.
you'll be okay.
thank you.
The dragon, no, Mikleo exhales one final time - it's light and cool, and it wraps around Sorey like an embrace. It smells like spring, the air just before it rains. One last flicker of purity as a corrupted monster dies.
He does not breathe again.]
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[He doesn't notice Stefan approaching until he's being pulled into his arms, getting cradled. He's surprised by the sudden support around him, but it's very appreciated. He slumps against Stefan, feeling drained.
He moves his head to look at the scene. At Sorey talking and at the soul finding its salvation. He's a little surprised...seeing the soul get released instead of destroyed by the darkness...how's that possible? Zaveid shouldn't be under the pact anymore...
But Allen is not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. With the Akuma disappearing, his curse deactivates, no longer urging him on to fight, to destroy the Akuma. ]
Pitiful Akuma, may your soul find salvation...
[He murmurs his old prayer, quietly, right before he loses consciousness and goes limp in Stefan's arms. It's over, he's allowed to rest.]