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Entry tags:
- !plot: at the mountains of madness,
- batman,
- billy cranston,
- brenda,
- dustin silver,
- erwin fischer,
- fate testarossa harlaown,
- fletcher tringham,
- hellion,
- jamie mccrimmon,
- kang,
- katara,
- kaylee frye,
- lash,
- lex luthor,
- loren,
- lyle norg,
- miku hinasaki,
- plays-in-traffic,
- renne,
- robert donovan,
- robin,
- rtas 'vadum,
- russel tringham,
- samus aran,
- sawyer,
- sheeana,
- sofia mantega,
- stature,
- steve burnside,
- supergirl,
- superman,
- toph,
- yoshimi ito
The Battle That Ended The Century
People say that war is hell. This looked it.
Buildings and cars and bodies are scattered like broken toys as far as the eye can see, stretching out toward a dirty horizon. Even the clouds seems streaked with mud and blood, and they're taking it out on everyone below with a constant stream of cold, soaking rain.
The sounds of fighting seem to come from all directions, but at this moment, there's no one else in sight.
A breather. The calm before the storm.
[[OOC: This is for everyone who was involved with "The Lurking Fear". Questions go to Milo or Kaylin.]]
Buildings and cars and bodies are scattered like broken toys as far as the eye can see, stretching out toward a dirty horizon. Even the clouds seems streaked with mud and blood, and they're taking it out on everyone below with a constant stream of cold, soaking rain.
The sounds of fighting seem to come from all directions, but at this moment, there's no one else in sight.
A breather. The calm before the storm.
[[OOC: This is for everyone who was involved with "The Lurking Fear". Questions go to Milo or Kaylin.]]
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Laws of who? Who is this Fizzix? Is he a king?
Quietly and with just a bit of a tingle, the process begins. Skin-to-skin, fusing like an angler-fish fusing to its mate (although not for the same purpose!). Then the further tingling and a quick rush of something...kind of like morphine but without the side effects.
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His explanation trails off, though, as the sensation rush overwhelms his mind. That buzz washes the pain (and coherent thought) away, though if he were aware he might marvel some more at the fusion of their bodies.
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This isn't serious enough for a full session.
While in this fused state Renne finds that at this level, he can communicate to a point.
One, most curious of this.
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Curious about what?
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So curious. Smiling a little, the oddity allows the process to do as its nature intends. The problem with this process is when it concludes.
You see, no matter how minor or major a problem may be, the end of this process is always the same: A painless but quick, even violent detchment that flings the creature away as two like-ends of magnets.
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His eyes drift closed as the process moves along, seeking out all of his pain and extracting it. Even knowing what Renne is giving up by helping him, and how these injuries came to be in the first place, being cared for feels nice after the loneliness he'd just extracted himself from.
Then, he springs into action when Renne is suddenly flung away from him. "Renne, no!" he shouts, scrambling to his friend while he assesses the danger around them. They still have a little time. Fighting down panic, he gently lifts Renne into his arms, checking for damage as best he can. Are you there? You haven't absorbed too much pain, have you?
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Deep breaths are good. Shaking his head a little, a kind of embarrassed blush paints his face a cake-frosting blue.
His voice already begins to sound like he's swallowed a load of gravel but he's quite thankful for other ways to respond. He just...learns the hard way he can't purr worth a damn either.
Ah, no. Foolish One, not for-warn thee. Na-tu-ral, is de-tach, this way.
What he'd taken on however, had been quite minor compared to what he's used to being called on for so Bee, don't be surprised if the beastie gives a playful little squirm. Yes, it's deliberate even while a bit careful. He's quite intent on showing he's not indisposed.
One be-lieve thee, are what Humans call, Worried-Warts.
Hm. Pot, kettle, black, much?
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Upon being squirmed on, Bee loosens his grip, but not without a huff of fond indignation. Considering that you're harboring pain in my place, I believe I'm entitled to be a worrywart when my brother is injured because of me. Besides, I seem to recall you worrying about me not too long ago. If Renne were healthy, he would have poked at a shoulder. Instead, he projects images of wanting to tickle Renne into submission when all of this is over.
I won't waste your gift. I'll protect you this time, I promise. He'd better, because they don't have much more time before the battle arrives.
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It is a cakewalk compared to some of the things he's taken on before and his Empathic gift had on more than one occasion been leeched by parasitic types.
As such, since Bee won't do it, he will. Poke a shoulder, that is. -- Ticke into submission?
Oh, is that so, hm? That gets an all-out grin and the beastie dares to tickle-skritch under an arm.
Cue the innocent look then.
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He has to fight to keep the corners of his mouth from quirking upward when Renne tries a tickling, but he instead manages to send an unmistakably fond rush of emotion. Very funny. But we have to get going---the King's real soldiers are advancing, and they'll start firing on us at any minute.
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Well, he'd almost succeeded. Putting on his best "I'll get you yet!" expression, the beastie returns that rush. It should be noted that even now, the minor things he'd taken on begin to slowly fade and it seems that flood of emotion back and forth helps the process along.
Thee are healer to this jaded life. We go, side to side together, yes?
Now he's serious. Although reluctant, the oddity crawls down to the ground so Billy can have hsi hands free.
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He'll still have pain and guilt to work through regarding his other friends later, of course, but it's a great comfort to know that this friend won't leave.
As he reluctantly stands, peeking out to check on the progress of the enemies, he answers Renne's latest query with one word. Always.