sunriseparilla
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- Posted: Mon, 08 Jun 2015 02:05:45 +0000
TA U B R Y N ↺ M E L E A C H L A I N N
"The Illusionist"
- ✱ ✱ xThe city looks so pretty, do you wanna burn it with me?
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- Let's watch this city burn
- xxxFrom the skylines on top of the world
'Til there's nothing left of her
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- When the others stepped into the big top, he only hesitated for half a beat before he followed in after them. They had talked nothing of plans of attack or of what to do when they met the ones who had caused all this. They barely did any talking at all! Sure, Mouse had told them all to stay safe, but that was hardly anything worth of note. Save from Icarus and Damuron, he doubted any of them would really run into things with little thought. He paused, well, maybe he was giving the others (and himself) a little too much credit. Taubryn let out a breath and glanced down at the cotton balls that Nova had handed him before they all rushed to their inevitable deaths. He tucked it away in his pocket. Nothing was stopping him from just leaving, he reminded himself. He could very well just let the others take care of this themselves. He had no real interest in dying. Not yet at least. He shouldn’t care and this might not even be real anyway. Even with the overwhelming evidence against him, he still didn’t want to believe that such a happy time could turn round so quickly and at nearly break neck speed. But, a little part of his mind whispered, then why did he feel the need to keep telling himself this? Why not just go through with his own plans and leave? Turn around and head back to the train. Why did he let his legs do the walking for him.
His grip on the darts tightened. He knew why. He already did. Back at the train he had made a decision and he was going to go through with it. No matter what the more sensible part of his brain told him and no matter what other doubts reared their ugly heads. He tilted his head and snorted softly at the disbelief and mocking in Damuron’s words. Yes, well darts were better than nothing, dear heart. He wasn’t given much more time to dwell and think when utter chaos exploded. His eyes widened as various screams and movement scattered throughout the little area. He usually loved chaos and the upturning of everything normal, his love of pranks proved that but this was so out of his league it wasn’t even funny. This was violence, this was blood at his feet and scattered around the walls, this was him being helpless as he just watched his friends being taken and fighting. He could do nothing as Paul, Aloise, and August were wrapped up like little birthday presents and hauled up into the air. His stomach lurched as his brain so helpfully supplied the image of them in a butcher shop, hanging in display like pieces of meat. Pieces. Several pieces.
Flynn was down as well with Puck trying to help him, and while the man never considered them friends, he did. He took an unconscious step back. This was what he never wanted. This was every one of his deepest nightmares brought out into the open. This was his childhood before everything. Taubryn curled in a little into himself and placed one of his darts back into his holster. He was slowly but surely being pulled back into the past and he would be of even worse help and an easy target should he allow that. He was going to get out of this alive, he repeated. Alive and well and hopefully with a Ringmaster to punch square in the face and his friends (minus one). Raising a hand up he tried to create a different world. One where things were different enough so that they could at least have some advantage. A scene where his friends were more familiar with and could recognize.
The others had more experience to be sure and they would probably have gotten to know the big top and all its crevices so what better way than to rip them out of their comfort zones. He put all his effort into creating this world and his images should have been forming by now, at least a little bit, but...nothing happened. A ball of real fear formed in his chest, tightening with each passing second, so much so that it was getting hard to breathe. He tried again. Taubryn would have wailed pathetically had his fear not stolen his voice from him. Instead, he let his trembling hand fall. What was this? If they somehow managed to take his illusions from him, what else could they do? He looked around and dashed into an unoccupied area of the big top. Leaning against one of the wooden columns, he tried to conjure something else in his palm, something smaller. He couldn’t help the disbelieving and utterly broken laugh that escaped from his lips as Stir-Fry waddled up his arm.
He took a deep, steadying breath. Okay, so not all of his illusions were taken. Apparently just the ones that were larger and took up more space. He could still work with this. He swallowed the lump in his throat, at least in theory. Nova’s song echoed throughout the area, causing him to jump. Right. He quickly took the cotton balls and shoved them in his ear. When the song wasn’t as muffled as he would have liked it, he swore softly and put them back in his pocket. He peered out from behind the pillar and his breath nearly stopped. Currently, Damuron was in the middle of the fight bound and helpless. He swore at him, even though he knew he couldn’t hear him. Did he literally, not even a few minutes before, not just say not to do anything reckless?! If getting himself so easily captured wasn’t the very definition of reckless he didn’t know what was. He wanted to help him. He wanted to run over there and punch him in the face for being so god damn stupid and then let him out. But…he couldn’t. The things holding Damuron in place were solid metal. There was little he could do and it killed him inside. It physically hurt to see his dearest friend in such a situation and be able to do literally nothing. The only consolation he had was that the one who had bound him was leaving and that he wasn’t being targeted by anyone. Yet. That and Puck was nearby.
To top it all off and make everything that much worse, lava was hurtling down from the sky and adding even more problems. Pyrrhus and Alaizabel in the midst of it all. He had heard the woman scream for Pyr to use his flames to free the captives but this was ridiculous! Besides, Pyrrhus had flames not lava. His gaze landed on another man, laughing in delight at the sight. His eyes narrowed into slits. Was he…was he the source of that? Taubryn grabbed his darts again and ran forward. At least here there was something he could do, however little it was. He sent a silent apology to Damuron and prayed to whoever was listening that Puck would be able to get him out using his powers. He stopped a safe distance away from the laughing man and shouted, “Hey!” He grinned, “Fun little trick you've got there friend.” With little more preamble, he threw two of his darts at the man, but not before changing them to a cantaloupe and a tea cup respectively. Hopefully the man would become distracted enough so that the lava rain would stop or at least lessen so that the two could run out of the way.
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- Let's watch this city burn the world
Let's watch this city burn the world
Let's watch this city burn the WORLD
- 〈 location 〉 ㄨbig topxxx 〈 company 〉 ㄨEveryonexxx 〈 ooc 〉 ㄨ let me know if I need to change anything OTL
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