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His hand ran along the crystals, and he dimly wondered if he could just.... pop them free. With a hiss, his hand jerked back, popping into his mouth to try to suck the blood from his finger- but it wasn't blood.

Dim, realization and terror finally began to ebb their way up in his psyche as he watched the crystals spread. He tried to leap up to run, but his legs were already encased. They were spreading, out and over his arm...

Otto was barely able to register what happened after his last attack on West. He turned his head only to see... well, he wasn't really sure what he was seeing. It didn't feel real. Crystals shot from the ground, consuming everything and everyone, consuming his home, and him. Should he panic? He didn't know what to feel. He didn't know what to do. Escape? Could he?

He stared in awe as they formed webs across the canopy of trees, almost mesmerized.

As fruitless as it was, he tried to shatter the crystals that threatened to consume him. He hammered down on them with Tenya, but more replaced every fragment he smashed. They began forming around his feet, trapping him on the spot. Well, that panic he thought wouldn't come was starting to build up now. He didn't want to be trapped. The crystals touched his ankles, instantly he could feel them tear away at Tenya's shield. It hurt, almost burned. It made him sick to his stomach, made his vision go black.

Through the exhaustion he heard the cracking, his red eyes turning upwards to stare at the crystals above him. Ah, yes, those. A few cracked and fell, his gaze never leaving them as they crashed around him to join the ones at his feet. They kept expanding anyway, solidifying over his limbs and freezing him in place.

The Sage was surprisingly okay with this.

Revenge, even if it wasn't his. He could piggyback. He could get rid of those who had taken everything from him, and all those that could potentially wrong him in the future. There would be things he would miss, though. A great deal of things...but that was the price he paid to see them all suffer. The Hunters, Horsemen and Students alike were in a mix of panic, some had already solidified...and he would join them soon. He could feel it right down to his core, even if his body was already immobile.

There would be no more fighting with Faiyum. No more squabbling over who got who lost. No fights to win back his sleeping space, no more teasing over who played with their food more. Fai's Precious wouldn't try to bite him again, and he could never threaten to pop the vine beast's head off any more. He would miss that, he imagined. Faiyum had been a steady constant in his life from the day he was 'born' and his earliest memories consisted of being protected by him. Whenever he would get lost, Fai would find him. Whenever the desert beasties tried to take him away, Fai was always there to help him. Through thick and thin, though all of his laziness, the long trips, the disappearing acts, the alchemy explosions and subsequent afflictions...he had been there. He tried to cure him. Fai was and would always be his best friend. Yes, he would definitely miss him...but that was okay. The Alchemist would understand, and no doubt he did, somewhere.

Revenge, this was all for revenge.

Revenge for the one he lost to Hunters before he could properly confess his feelings. Revenge for the friends taken from him in the Isle's fall. Revenge for Alex, who had pleaded with him for help. Revenge for Lan, who had lost her mate. For Mahir, Jay, Mmur...everyone he knew, everyone he loved, everyone who suffered and everyone who fought. Revenge.

The crystals were closing in on him, icing over more and more of his flesh. Red eyes remained on the breaking crystal right above him, half-watching it in his reverie. He wasn't sure what happened first; whether the crystals took him over or whether the falling shard ended him. He just knew, somehow, suddenly, that it was over.

And then there was just crystal.

Otto shook his head, wildly smashing at any crystals that dared come near him. They formed higher up his ankles, now reaching his knees. The pain burned into his core, making his vision darken again.

Otto refused to give up. He'd spend every single second fighting for what small life he had to live.

The crystal was still making its way up her body when she heard the voice. Junko lifted her head as much as she was able, her hair trapped in crystal and making it nearly impossible to turn her head this way and that.

Revenge..?

What good was revenge if it ended like this? Where they couldn't enjoy life with their friends and loved ones later? Seiji? Lizzy? Did Shun get Mitsu back? And the others? Did they get reunited with their friends as well?

She was so tired...

81 - 100: You feel tired. Maybe it is just time to give in.... You hear something calling about revenge. So that's what the the voices had meant... - 10 HP

Night frowned as the battle edged on, he was getting sick of hunters and their attempts at stopping them , sick of fighting when all they wanted to do was take their friends home. The tattoo on his hip burned as he punched a human, slid around another's attack. It was endless sight of humans everywhere, horsemen and students. It was horrible, the stench of blood rained on his senses, causing the cat boil's nose to fight for air.

The earth quaked underneath them, a protest as it soaked the human's blood and the Tihers FEAR. Night hopped back from his battle to see crystals rising out of the earth, devouring students and hunters a like. He didn't get far as the same crystals sprang from where he stood, devouring him. He didn't even manage a “Oh s**t.” As he was glassed over.

It wouldn't be long till he died from suffocation, loss of air in the hard glass. His body couldn't move at all, the feeling of any feeling disappearing. He could only think that why was he always so damn hurried to die. He should've realized that hunters would mean death at some point. He thought of Simone, the lust demon he had left at home. Safe and sound...but she would be lonely without her cat!! He glared, attempting to build up FEAR to free himself. He wanted to go home, back to Simone's heated embrace, back to the tree's where he could nap.

His only regret was not doing either of those things as he took his last breath.

Revenge...

The word had grown n volume within his mind, starting out as nothing more than a whisper. A gentle embrace, like a long forgotten memory. It was funny really, in the end this siege was started to rescue the ones they loved dear and return home to halloween. Together. This was about getting everyone out in one piece, a whole.. a chunk of their own selves missing.

How stupid of them to think it was possible.

Revenge...

Yes... that was what they were out for. Revenge. For the friends they took, for the horseman that had fallen, revenge for all the pain... suffering, hardships. In the end, this whole fight had been about nothing but that one word. It made a smile come to his lips, it was truly a false dream that had brought them this far. Like all battles, who would have known it would end up like this? The destruction of them all.

It was almost laughable really, the thought of this. They were so close to escaping. So close to their goal, if he looked around he could see the portal just off in the distance. Even the Hunter Barrier, the ones whom were protecting the portal, seemed to be down. No one was safe from the wrath of whatever this revenge beast was. Its hunter never seemed sated, its rage felt like alead weight in the pit of his stomach. He shuffled awkwardly, a little unsettled and a tingly sensation taking over.

Looking towards Shun and Mitsu, he felt sorrow. Remi in the end, could not save Mitsu as he promised. Heck... he could not even go back for Shun, as he had promised himself. he could not save anyone, Not even himself.

Revenge...


The crystals were crawling ever higher now, their gentle embrace feeling more akin to fingers crawling up his spine than anything. With one last movement, while he was able, the boil awkwardly lifted his frozen legs and stretched them out so he would lay down on the ground. His tails were pretty much crystalized already, so it was little wonder that he was met with a sharp pain in his back as he tried to move them. Is this what it felt like to be paralyzed? Truly? Is that what it would have felt if he lost all feeling? Why the pain then, if that was true? It felt odd not being able to move his limbs. All of the energy he once had was used to move into the earth. Remi felt his stomach and chest grow cold with the sensation he was growing used to. If he really wanted to last longer, the boil would have stayed standing. Remi was of the opinion of why belay the inevitable?

His friends around were already caged within their crystal bonds, some showing faces of fear...others rage. Some even contentment. Why should he fight? He had little energy, and with that went his will power. He knew what was coming, so he would embrace the death like a forgotten love.

Revenge...


It was practically screaming inside the confounds of his mind now, growing stronger as each second formed the crystal over his flesh and fur. He could not feel any of his legs anymore, and even his back was getting gooseflesh under the feelings. Soon he would not even be able to move his neck, let along his head. His chest was feeling the compression as well, it was growing harder and harder to breath. His blood within was growing chill, sluggish. His vision growing weak. He could see shadows now, shadows crying around trying to fight. Why fight? It was only going to consume them anyways.

With a final sigh, and with his last bit of energy, the kitsune flattened his ears backwards and lowered his head until it rest on his cold, smooth, crystalized front legs. His neck strained with the effort, already mostly solid but with jsut enough give to move those last few inches. Almost immediately from touching his chin to the crystal, the numb sensation spread across his muzzle. If someone was to look down at the blue form, they would think he looked more asleep than in pain as his eyes fluttered shut.

He stopped trying to breath, he had no lungs left to take in the life air. He stopped trying to move, the crystal sealing his form within. He stopped even thinking, for that was even too hard to manage. Instead his last sign of barely being there, or being just on the edge of here and infinity, was a gentle smile that the kitsune had grown accustomed to his form always having. It curled his lips a moment before the crystal consumed him fully. Forever the trickster, forever the optimist, now only sealed in crystal.

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