Technicolor Nightmare [Accepting!]

[King Nagase]

T y a xx J u n e xx R i c h a r d s

Not superhuman

(I'm not superhuman)

Someone save me from the H A T E
It's just another W A R
Just another family torn

(We're falling from our faith today)

Just a S T E P from the edge
Just another day in the W O R L D we live

Not only was coming to the center a huge risk and something that went against everything the realists believed in. Tya could be in huge trouble. Not only from the weaver but also from her own people. Stepping foot in this place was a clear betrayal, even for someone as young as her. The punishment would be severe when the others found out. However, Azar was everything to her and without him she couldn't see herself continuing on in her quest. Not if there was something she could do about it.

Jia went to one of the terminals and Tya tensed. She had to trust that the woman's love for her brother was enough to keep her to her word. So she sat there, waiting patiently. It was nerve wrecking and she could feel her heartbeat in her eardrums. She tried to keep an eye on the door and her ears peeled for any kind of alarm or voices. Aside from the normal chatter, she wasn't getting anything else.

Jia slumped in her chair and the little girl knew that she was right. Everything was confirmed and there was no doubt in her mind that the woman was pissed off. Tya had been right to seek the weaver's help. She took the offered hand and nodded lightly. "Truce. I know the network and how to monitor from the outside...that was my original training. I can handle the outside controls and issues while you retrieve Papa and Nanzu."  

[IQ the Undead Toxin]

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▒N▒A▒N▒Z▒U▒X▒S▒I▒
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You Lie
Silent there before me
Your Tears
They mean nothing to me
The Wind
Howling at the window
The Love
You never gave
I Give To You
But Now
There's nothing you can do
So Sleep
In Your only memory
Of Me
My dearest mother.

Here's a lullaby to close your eyes. Goodbye. It was always you that I despised.

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"Monster! I'll show you who's the MONSTER!" Nanzu screamed and his face warped with black eyes and sharp teeth. He wasn't letting up on Azar as their battle continued. Even though he was taking a brunt of the damage and Azar was bleeding all over the ground. Their blood mixing in the puddles of rain that continued to fall. Never ending rain. Lightning flashed in the back and street lights reflected in streams of color. Nanzu wasn't able to pull his normal nightmare powers out, but his strength seemed unfading. He wasn't half dreaming anymore. He was completely in the network. Something he hadn't done since he first started as a reaper.

His screams of rage were a child's roar of pain. All his anger flashed with every strike against his enemy. His thoughts a whirlwind of sorrow and anger. He was nothing but a child throwing a temper tantrum. A child with the powers of a demon in his mind. His mind that was now being used as a weapon against his betrayer. Someone he'd once considered a friend. Which only made things so much worse. His anger was being fueled by the memories of Azar's trial. The day they found out about his defect to the Realists and the day he attacked Nanzu to protect others. All of this was turned into a sword of hatred being driven down in an attempt to sever Azar in half.
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I don't feel enough for you to cry. Here's a lullaby to close your eyes. Goodbye.

 

[Demon Blood Symphony]

They're all reactions!
One thing begets the next. A man has a weakness, he's flawed.
That flaw leads him to guilt. The guilt leads him to shame.
The shame he compensates with pride and vanity.
And when pride fails,
despair takes over and they all lead to his destruction.
It will become his fate...
Something's gotta stop the flow.

No matter how hard he fought against the influence in his mind; the intruding thoughts only fought back harder. They convinced some part of him that what he was doing was right. That he needed to purge the world of this man in front of him. No. Not a man. Nanzu had never grown up from the child he was once. After his mother's "death" he had simply been used as an experiment. He was no better than Frankenstien's monster. That was it. Nanzu was neither a child nor a man, but a monster. A cold blooded killer who didn't have any humanity left. Azar realized now that that was the truth. He couldn't save the boy any other way.

The attacks were getting harder to dodge and his body was suffering. Inside and out of the network. He wasn't sure who's dream they were in or how come they were the only ones there. However, he was certain that was a good thing. He could finally end this. If he could only get the upper hand on the Day Dreamer. Azar had never been toe to toe with Nanzu when he wasn't half asleep. Even then it was hard to battle him. Now that he had the full advantage it was almost impossible.

The attack came down to rend him in half and he barely dodged it. His shoulder taking the brunt of the damage. Azar screamed and retaliated back. Swinging his scythe heavily towards Nanzu's legs. Hoping to incapacitate the horror he now faced.

He's convinced himself he's god, we're just reminding him he's not. It takes humility to remember who we are.

 

[IQ the Undead Toxin]

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▒N▒A▒N▒Z▒U▒X▒S▒I▒
╚══════════════╝
You Lie
Silent there before me
Your Tears
They mean nothing to me
The Wind
Howling at the window
The Love
You never gave
I Give To You
But Now
There's nothing you can do
So Sleep
In Your only memory
Of Me
My dearest mother.

Here's a lullaby to close your eyes. Goodbye. It was always you that I despised.

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Nanzu's rage flickered even brighter like a flame in the darkness. Azar's blood splashed onto his face and he smiled darkly. He knew that the betrayer wouldn't be able to last forever. In the condition he was in now; there was a chance he wouldn't survivor much longer. Nanzu didn't like the sound of that. He thought that Azar deserved to be punished more.

He pulled back and the scythe skimmed his knee leaving a thin line of purple blood. The pain radiated through him and he knew that it was effecting his physical body as well. He was taking the damage in the dream, but his body was suffering the consequences. Then a thought flickered to life in his mind. He slammed his sword into Azar's scythe and pushed hard. The friction of the blades made him have to grip the blade of the scythe to hold Nanzu back.

#9966CC]"Tell me Azar..." His voice was deep and calm. A terrifying sound that spoke louder than any of his screams. "....If you die here, do you die in the real world?"
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I don't feel enough for you to cry. Here's a lullaby to close your eyes. Goodbye.