Fiestaguy
The man with 8 fingers.
The boy grunts and looks around to see who struck lightning at him when- He sees Airis carry Alouette. He pushes Liro out of the way and runs to them, ignoring his other self on the floor "What the fuck has happened to her?"
((CaffeinatedKitty ansoro2112 Toiletprincess Jolteon42 DICK CHAPPY NOO! (Old reference noone will get eue )))
((CaffeinatedKitty ansoro2112 Toiletprincess Jolteon42 DICK CHAPPY NOO! (Old reference noone will get eue )))
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Guest35486
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Guardian of Corruption
Cyra opened her eyes to see the gray sky. It seemed... dull. As she propped herself up, she fell to the ground again. Sighing, she inspected her arms. The skin on certain parts were completely missing, revealing the flesh underneath. Blood stained the whole area. How much blood did she even lose? Why didn't she die?
Looking to the right, she saw Skri'ik, who was splattered with blood. Her blood. From her attack. He seemed angry and happy at the same time. Weird. Then again, he was the one that treated her like a dog. Does it matter? She couldn't care less. She hated everyone here. Probably except Remilia. She hoped Remilia's still okay.
The Guardian of Corruption blinked as the blood on her arms dripped onto her face. She lowered them and wondered if she should get Skri'ik's attention. She was too weak to attack anymore. In fact, she was not sure if she could even move.
She closed her eyes and immediately reopened them as she recalled Corruption's glare. Didn't she want her to corrupt people? Why is she getting mad about it then?
Creatures are complicated. Sometimes that's great, but most of the time it's just stupid.
mariosatr
Imperator Romanus Sacer
Skri'ik turned around as he heard something hit the ground. It was probably her returning to consciousness.
He sneered at Cyra's limp form and mocked her. "You have awakened, psychopathic Cyra. Welcome back to this world. This time, order and justice has come right to you. You shall not be allowed to disrupt it again. How does it feel, lying on the ground, unable to spread your aspect? How does it feel, after spreading so much discord, to be so powerless... so weak?"
He sneered at Cyra's limp form and mocked her. "You have awakened, psychopathic Cyra. Welcome back to this world. This time, order and justice has come right to you. You shall not be allowed to disrupt it again. How does it feel, lying on the ground, unable to spread your aspect? How does it feel, after spreading so much discord, to be so powerless... so weak?"
Toiletprincess
The Eternal Dinosaur
Guardian of Life
At Light's sudden intrusion, Zwn turns and gives him a disapproving look before facing back towards Alouette, ignoring his unnecessary question.
She placed her palm on the wing girl's forehead and hummed in concern.
"Would you mind placing her on the ground?" She asked, looking at Airis and motioning at Alouette, "It'd be a whole lot easier for me."
At Light's sudden intrusion, Zwn turns and gives him a disapproving look before facing back towards Alouette, ignoring his unnecessary question.
She placed her palm on the wing girl's forehead and hummed in concern.
"Would you mind placing her on the ground?" She asked, looking at Airis and motioning at Alouette, "It'd be a whole lot easier for me."
Fiestaguy
The man with 8 fingers.
((Pls, this is the Light that just appeared a few moments ago. The Light who was on airis' back is lying a few metres away from the rest staring into empty space ;-;
this Light did not see Alouette fall ;-; ))
Toiletprincess
The Eternal Dinosaur
((You seem to forget the fact that ζωη
And yes, I realise what the question was intending and I dismissed it, it's not like ζωη knew either.
Fiestaguy
The man with 8 fingers.
((Light basically has the physical stamina of an athlete and fifteen ways to choke you/force you unable to move, even with one arm. And of course Thaumatology c:<
The part affects the whole: One exposed hair and I can burn you to a crisp c:<
If I had the EVE required to do so ;-;
Also, Light can be worried too ;-; ))
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Guest35486
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Guardians of Corruption, Clouds, and Ground
Cyra turned to look at Skri'ik. "Tired? What else?"
Skri'ik's expression and tone did not change. "It's good to see you so helpless for once. You've evaded the law for long enough. Now, you shall be judged for your sins. But first... what were you planning?"
"Are you seriously going to ask more questions? Is that all you do?"
"My intenions are irrelevant. Your intenions are. But first..." he used small little clouds to cover Cyra's wounds and his malevolent smile grew. "I can't have my interrogation subject die while being questioned. Now, your intent in coming to me and Liro is confusing. What did it accomplish? Your capture. What were you really planning? If you don't tell me..." the clouds above darkened.
"You literally just said you can't have me dead, and you proceed to threaten me?"
"You can still feel pain, like any living being. Perhaps a demonstration is in order." He charged his fist with small amounts of electricity, and put his hand on Cyra's arm. Instantly, a charge was transferred across Cyra's body, slightly electrocuting her. "Get to the point."
Pain ran up her arms. Cyra involuntarily winced. "Nah, you have fun using your little lightnings until I die or you get tired."
"Hmm. You think I still have remorse. It's a shame. That part of me died. Perhaps I'll have to increase the charge." He sent a larger charge - this time, through Cyra's entire body.
Cyra laughed as soon as the charges and pain somewhat left. "This is just like the situation with Light. Why do I even bother? Why do you even bother?"
"Good question. Why do you even bother resisting? Either way, your plans are foiled. What is it to you to keep it a secret? You could save yourself time, effort and pain." He stepped up the charge once more and sent it coursing through Cyra's body.
"Why do you even want to know?"
"I'm the one asking the questions. Shut off your curiosity and answer mine."
"Nah, who gives you the right to be in command anyways?"
Skri'ik's eyes narrowed. "Look who's on the floor, weak and near death. Look who's standing up, wielding power. I think I'm in the better situation here. If you continue resisting..." he coursed another charge through. "Maybe I'll just have to leave my curiosity unquenched, and maybe you'll meet a similar fate to the Nether girl."
Instead of staring blankly at the gray and dull sky, Cyra frowned and looked at Skri'ik once more. "The Nether girl?"
"Yes, the Nether girl. Maybe her fate is a good lesson to you. You may recall, she had previously tried to oppose justice, oppose our party - oppose ME. She paid the ultimate price for it. I'll take this chance to say there was a bolt of lightning followed by some massive explosion just before you woke up."
Cyra stared blankly at the sky once more. Did Remilia die? "Well I'll take this chance to say you're a narcissistic asshole."
Skri'ik laughed manically. "Well, one of us is alive, well and in a position to continue pursuit of his aims. The other is on death's door, at my own mercy. Do you want to share the Nether girl's fate? Do you want to die, like she did? Or do you want to carry on living, pursuing your own goals?"
"I don't care. Didn't you guys drag me around because you refused to kill me?"
"Previously, we were remorseful. Weak. We did not carry out justice. We thought we could find a better way." Skri'ik sneered. "I've ascended above that. If you comply with me, I'll give you a degree of freedom and autonomy. A real motive. If you don't - death will find his hands full. What's it gonna be?"
Remilia. Dead. This world's a wonderful place. Only because you made it so, she scolded herself. Of course. "Death. Death was a chill guy. I wonder what he's up to."
Skri'ik raised his eyebrows. "So you'd rather die, than live and be given a chance to redeem your injustices?"
Cyra simply looked at Skri'ik with an amused expression.
"I see" Skri'ik smiled malevolently. "In that case - I won't let you die. That shall be your punishment. You shall live on, in pain and agony, until you see the errors of your ways that need to be redeemed. Maybe you're even less fortunate than the Nether girl."
Cyra laughed. "So basically, you accomplished nothing in the past few minutes?"
"Maybe not. But sometimes, people's minds are so blackened by their misdeeds that they can't see the light in front of them, offering them another chance. I'm not the one at fault here. I'd also say I accomplished enough prior to that for these few minutes to not be wasted. I brought justice to several people."
"Justice?" Cyra smiled. "You have fun believing that in your ignorance."
"Thank you. I will enjoy myself believing in the one truth of this world. Have you considered your own ignorance? How blind you are to people's suffering? Maybe you should change that."
"Yeah? Teach me, wise one, how do I change my blindness?"
Liro was knocked back by Skri'ik's fluffy wall thing. He landed on his back a few meters away. "Ow..." He muttered. Liro landed behind a dirt mound, he decided to stay behind it for a bit.
"Well, for a start, you maybe shouldn't be corrupting people. Don't you see error in what you schemed with the Nether girl?" His eyes narrowed. "You almost killed us all - without important reason! That kind of chaos cannot be allowed to exist in a world of order. Instead, consider using your advanced knowledge of your aspect to help eliminate disorder."
Cyra felt an immense need to smack her forehead. "My aspect is disorder! How do I eliminate disorder with disorder?"
Liro eyes widened as he heard conversation between Skri'ik and Cyra. He decided to listen on for a bit.
"You spread disorder, but that inadvertedly means you have a deep knowledge of how it works. Don't you see how that could be put to good use? That's the only value I have of you. That's the only value your life has. You would have been dead before this conversation even started if you didn't have that value."
Cyra decided against smacking her forehead for some reason. "You literally just said you decided to keep me alive to let me suffer, now there's this other reason?"
"Do you think the world is black and white? There can be more than one reason to logic. Your justice would have been death. However, not only do you not deserve only death, but your talents could also prove useful. Hence, I haven't killed you yet. Maybe one day, you could redeem yourself. The more you refuse to, the more you will suffer."
Corruption is such a waste of energy and time. Why does she even bother? Still staring at the gray sky, Cyra did not respond and sighed.
Liro listened closely to the conversation. He wasn't exactly sure what was going on. But why wasn't Skri'ik just killing Cyra?
"You are lucky you are of some use. Shouldn't you utilise that luck? Instead of laying down here, like the wreck you are, redeem your sins. Be a part of something much bigger than a petty attempt to kill people. Help establish order on a fallen world."
"Well you know, I'm also partially dead, so currently I can only lie down here."
Skri'ik frowned. "I see. You're still unwilling to comply." He once more coursed electricity through Cyra's body. "Reconsider some other time, perhaps. A new world order needs to be established some time. No resistance to it can be allowed to live. If that includes you, so be it."
"What 'shocking' news." Cyra laughed. Making puns while being electrocuted? Best decision.
A new world order? What the hell does that mean? Liro then changed the shape of his sword to a spear.
"I'll give you a run down of the details nonetheless. When I talked about you redeeming yourself, maybe I should've made it clear that I meant in the eyes of order. There's no need to become sympathetic to anyone. That's weakness. I plan to seek out Darkness and others. I want to learn his aims. His powers could be useful and a pact could be formed with him. Together, we could work to eradicate chaos. We could make everyone unite and work together. Whether through genuine co-operation, or through force. Once that is done, civilization shall be established. While ideas of freedom might not be apparent, they could form later. The important thing is establishing an order for there to be civilization in the first place."
"Yeah so Darkness gets to kill people, and what I'm doing is wrong? Got it. Next?"
Liro stepped up behind the mound of dirt. "Skri'ik, what are you talking about? Have you gone mad?"
"Ohey Liro, nice to see you again," Cyra said from the ground.
Before he could answer Cyra, he heard Liro's voice. "Ah, Liro! Hello, my friend. These are my new plans. Don't you want a world of order and prosperity? A stable world, not threatened by the machinations of chaos and anarchy? That's what I seek. Darkness could be motivated by some kind of order. Meanwhile, Cyra is only motivated by corruption and chaos. That's the key difference."
"Hmm yes, of course. Because you obviously know both of our motivations. It's not like I worked with Darkness earlier at the crater or anything."
"Those are the most obvious motivations. You're unpredictable. Chaotic. Your killing of Takot, your attempted murder of our party, and your return here. The element of darkness, though, does not pertain to killing. Under the right circumstances, Darkness could be negotiated with, and an order could be established. An order of darkness, maybe - but order is always better than chaos."
"It's impossible." Liro briefly replied to Skri'ik.
"Aw, this is nostalgic. Liro's ignoring me. Skri'ik's talking about what a /horrible/ Guardian I am. Just like good times, eh?"
"I don't care about you." Liro said to Cyra.
"Like I said, just like good times. I still don't get how Darkness is predictable though. Isn't Darkness just coming and leaving, wrecking destruction without presenting itself? Yet I'm the unpredictable one. I'm flattered."
"I think it's possible. It's the best chance we have at establishing order on a fallen land. Already, we have seen corruption, chaos and anarchy spread. This can only accelerate. Only through co-operating with the inner works of darkness can this be truly rectified. His powers could tip the tide in our favour. All we need to do is negotiate with him. Nobody has tried to negotiate with him before. He could prove to be an interesting fellow. All I'm saying is that this is worth a shot - just as your co-operation is, Cyra. Having someone with expertees in Corruption could help turn the tide. Together, we could establish some form of order."
Skri'ik refrained from mentioning that talking to Darkness would also sate his thirst for knowledge.
"Hey Liro, how much do you bet that Darkness will kill Skri'ik?"
"Why are you negotiating with Cyra? Don't you understand? It's impossible." Liro sighed. "Negotiating with Darkness or Cyra makes you just as bad as them."
"Yeah, see this guy gets it."
Liro was tempted to high-five Cyra, but that would be too risky.
"Because these are the two possible routes to order. And then there's another option. If they refuse to co-operate, then it's obvious what their true intents are, correct? If Darkness continues his aimless rampage, then we can put a stop to it. If he refuses to co-operate, we can end him. But should he co-operate, we have gained a powerful ally in our quest for order."
"Yeah see this guy doesn't get it."
"I refuse to side with you Skri'ik, you're a good person... or used to be one but your intentions have turned sour." Liro frowned. He had lost a great ally.
Was corrupting Skri'ik a good decision? Of course it is, corruption's her goal! But why did Corruption disapprove?
"I see. You're another enemy of order. I thought you would be one to listen to reason and to aid the rise of a new order for this broken world. It seems you instead would rather preserve this chaos." With that, he instantly struck Liro with a powerful lightning bolt.
At the bright flash, Cyra turned to look at Skri'ik again. "Remember what you said about following the Nether girl's fate? Well you might, if you continue using magic."
Skri'ik grinned. "An explosion on death? Sure. If a great sacrifice later in my life means I can bring order more imminently, then I will take it. It'll also be a deterrent to those who seek to kill me."
"That's not all, you know. If the only thing about magic taint is explosion on death, then everyone would want that. Magic taint is a form of corruption."
Liro was able to conduct some of the lightning bolt into the ground but it still did a lot of damage. He fell to the ground. "Idiot." He muttered. Liro then started a small sandstorm, enough to let him hide inside of it.
"Well now I can't see! Have fun you guys."
"If I must bear the brunt of this corruption, so be it. It's all for the greater good, and for order. The world will be better because of it." Skri'ik used the clouds to create rain, which would hopefully hinder Liro's vision and potentially amplify later attacks.
"And now I'm soaked, too!"
Liro quickly rose a ground roof above him. This would block all lightning strikes.
Cyra sighed. Maybe it's time to move. She calmly stood up and started walking away at a slow pace.
Skri'ik grunted at the wall being raised. "Impressive. But can you handle this?" He used the clouds above once again to charge his hands with lightning and fired them horizontally towards Liro to electrocute him. This kind of lightning he couldn't do-
Skri'ik slumped over. He had not taken into account the amount of power he had used! He screamed in agony and pain. This was too much.
The Guardian of Corruption turned as she heard Skri'ik scream. She sighed. "I warned you," she called.
Liro raised a wall infront of him. "You didnt realize the situation of the battle? You were already weakened before this, the result was unavoidable."
Cyra looked at Skri'ik, then Liro, then the rising smoke where Remilia was. What to do?
Skri'ik, holding his head in agony, summoned all of his will. He had to overcome this! If he fell now, all of his plans would come to nothing. Order. Knowledge.
Order.
Knowledge.
He temporarily suppressed some of the pain. He was still in great agony, but at least now he could act. Every last bit of energy was important here.
He focused it all into rising up to the clouds. The clouds were his security. His solitude. With himself being in a much worse position than Liro, he could not run. He certainly could not attack. But Liro could not chase him into the clouds.
Slowly, but surely, he ascended. A bit more, a bit more...
He made it. The forms of Liro and Cyra disappeared beneath the skyline. As soon as he was in safety, he stopped channeling all his will. Instantly, partially out of overuse and partially out of tiredness, he collapsed.
"Yeah okay, just fly away. Good job." Cyra scowled.
Guardian of Fear
Takot yawned and stretched his arms. He looked up and fell off the rock he'd been sitting on. "Uhhh Ross? Is it just me, or is the sky getting grey? Will it just make up it's mind?!"
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Guest35486
Guest
Guardians of Corruption and Ground
"Cyra, are you out there?" Liro shouted after Skri'ik disappeared.
After staring blankly at the ground, Cyra looked up at Liro's voice. "What? I thought you're ignoring me now?"
Liro ignored most of what Cyra said. "Are you gonna be allied with him?"
"Yeah, because I totally wasn't being tortured and started making extremely sarcastic remarks."
Liro laughed. "Oh well, good bye then."
"And I'm obviously the master of sarcasm. That was 'no'."
Liro scratched his head. Sarcasm, huh? "Sorry, I'm used to everyone being extremely serious. Anyways, just get out of here. I don't want to kill you but I also don't want anything to do with you." He stopped the sandstorm and started walking away.
"You don't want to kill me? Really? After what happened? What I had done to Zwn, Hope, Takot, Light, and Skri'ik?"
"Are you trying to make me change my min- Wait. Did what to Skri'ik?"
"Corruption. What else?"
"So it was you... Congratulations, you've made me change my mind." Liro thought about ways to end Cyra's life.
"Thanks. I would have thought it was obvious, with all the green flashes and stuff. And why else would Mr. Goody Good turn so dramatic and evil?"
Cyra stared at her no-longer blood stained arms. The clouds and rain had washed the blood away. If corruption only brought destruction and discord, why is she necessary? Won't the world be better off without her?
Liro quickly rose a spike of ground out of the earth towards Cyra. "It's sad that it had to come to this."
Cyra quickly sidestepped the spike. "Perhaps." Why didn't she just let the spike hit and kill her?
Liro kept walking towards Cyra. He was now only 10 meters away, he raised his spear and charged at her.
Cyra stepped to the right and punched Liro on the jaw, then jumped back.
The punch knocked him off balance and broke his attack. Liro stepped back and took a defensive stance. I can't let rage take control, I need to calm down. He repeated in his mind.
"So, you're going to kill me for this?"
Liro ignored Cyra, she was just trying to get inside his head. He swung the hilt of his spear at Cyra's body.
"No?" Cyra winced as the spear hit, then she grabbed the hilt.
Liro raised small spikes out of the hilt. He concentrated on Cyra's movements.
Cyra instantly let go of the spear. She would normally ignore them, but she could not afford to lose any more blood. She could not use corruption either. What to do? "Or is that a yes?"
He quickly rose a small wall behind Cyra and thrusted the hilt at her.
Cyra dodged to the left. How long can she keep this up?
He sweeped at her legs with his spear.
With a dim green flash, the spear turned to goo. Cyra jumped forward and tackled Liro.
At least, it was dirty goo. More like mud. She could not manage a full corruption in her current state. She didn't want to risk magic taint.
She finally used corruption. "Damn you!" He shouted as he fell to the ground. He attempted to move his spear but it didn't respond.
Cyra pinned Liro to the ground. "What are you going to do?" she shouted in his face. "Are you going to kill me or not? What are you going to do about Skri'ik?"
"Why do I keep losing..." Liro muttered.
"Because life is stupid."
Liro stared at the gray sky.
Cyra got up then sat next to Liro. "Life is really stupid."
"You're just leaving me? After I tried to kill you?"
"Well technically I'm still here, but I guess?"
Liro facepalmed.
Cyra grinned. "Good response. What are you going to do about Skri'ik though?"
"You corrupted him right, can't you un-corrupt him?"
"No, that would be Purification's job. See, I'm just destruction and chaos in flesh. The world would be better without me, but being the selfish Guardian that I am, I don't want to die. But I did want to die before. Weird."
"Can you atleast fix my spear then?" Liro said with a frown.
Cyra looked at the gooey muddy spear. "It should turn back to normal soon, I didn't use a full corruption. That might risk magic taint. Looks like Skri'ik got magic taint though. That complicates things."
"Alright." He picked up his 'spear'. "Does a guardian of purification exist? Can we somehow fix Skri'ik?"
Cyra looked at the ground. "If I remember correctly, you need both a Guardian of Purification and Magic to fix magic taint. Seeing that it's corruption of using too much magic. I've seen both Guardians, but with the fight at the crater and the collapsation of the cave, I'm not sure if they're even alive anymore."
Liro sighed. "So he's pretty much screwed then?"
"Well, Light overcame his corruption... Some what. My corruption, at least. But I'm not sure how he did it." Something enraged her, the way he got rid of her corruption.
"Hmm..." Liro thought. He looked down at his body, he wasn't really injured after all of that somehow. "What do we do now?"
"I want to check out that smoke over there." Cyra paused as her voice became hoarse. "Skri'ik said he killed Remilia."
"Okay." This situation was strange to say the least, Liro had just tried to kill Cyra and failed and now she's acting like nothing happened? Liro got up and walked towards the smoke.
Cyra walked towards the smoking crater. It stung her eyes, but she did not stop. She needed to check! At the edge, she froze as her eyes found something. A body. A flickering transparent body. No.
"Is that Remilia?"
"I don't know," Cyra whispered. "I can't see, with all this smoke. P-Perhaps you can elevate the ground over there?"
Liro did as Cyra asked. He suddenly felt very tired. "I don't think I can use any of my power after that." He said to Cyra.
Cyra nodded and peered into the smoke. The dress. The hair. The face. Remilia. No. Hatred and sadness shook her as she fell to the ground. Remilia. Her friend. She had never repayed her for what she had done. Now, she's gone. But she's the Guardian of the Nether right? She'll come back? R-right?
"Remilia?"
No response.
Liro looked at Cyra fall to the ground. She seemed to really care about Remilia. "I-I'm sorry..."
Shri'ik needs to die. By her own hands. But she caused this to happen right? She had caused Remilia harm, again. No. Remilia. Guilt bit at her. Yet, she's too selfish to kill herself. Why?
"L-Liro, is Remilia actually dead?"
"I don't know..." Liro was pretty sure Remilia was dead, he couldn't bring himself to tell Cyra.
Cyra had corrupted Skri'ik, indirectly causing Remilia's death. It was all her fault. Yet, she's a selfish asshole. She had caused all this. All the problems. Is this why Corruption disapproved? She's truly a pathetic idiot.
"She's dead." Cyra stood up and turned to face Liro. She had no expression. "What are we going to do next?"
"No idea." Liro said and stared at the horizon. The sky had turned gray.