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[Entering][OOC: Kiwi was late to the party due to his IRL busy RPer >.>]

Kiwi decided to remain back by the entrance, and help ensure his fellow brethren a chance to escape. But the sudden turn of events caught the horseman entirely by surprise as shards of strange, opalescent crystal burst from the ground all around him. The Famine boil jumped, relying on his agility to dodge the crystals as they burst from the ground. His chained sickle summoned in his hand, Kiwi whirled it out, shattering several beams as they broke the surface. But others beneath him, rose round his feet, tugging him back towards the shattered earth. He could feel himself sinking downwards, being pulled into the crystal itself, his very FEAR being drawn to it, sapping him of strength. He struggled, flapping his tattered wings in an attempt to pull free as his vision went dark.

OOC

MY CHARACTER NAME HERE IS NOT IN PVP!
Damage being done: Crystal Damage
Points remaining: 30/ 30
Total HP remaining: -10 = 30/40
Total HP of ZONE remaining: Crystallization
Number of shards/ bandages used: 0/5
Status of character: Y1 Famine Horseman looks like this

[ first dice = Ren, second dice = Sparrow ]


He knew it was ending, was about to be the end, but Ren still forced himself, feeling pain in every step, his mind only filled with a single thought, of a single person with vibrant red hair and a beautiful, bright, enormous smile that seemed to light his entire world. That, and the scowl of a pale, freckle-faced young puppy with stubborn growls and sulking that made you want to pick him up and cart him around until he laughed.

I can't die. This isn't over yet -

Except it was, and he knew it.

Ren lifted a hand, pushing some of his sweat-dampened hair away from his eyes. The crystals were twisting around his feet, attempting to crawl up his legs, and yet he still tried to move forward, to escape, to move beyond the chaos -

- they were up to his knees now -

He tried walking again, and fell.

- up to his thighs - his waist - his stomach -

"No. Not yet."

- his chest -

It was difficult to breathe now.

- his shoulders -

He lifted an arm, reached out, and then dropped it, along with his head, his eyes still burning with determination.

- his neck -

"LW."

- everything.





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Sparrow wondered, in his last few moments, whether or not Wren would be mad at him for not coming back.

He hoped she would be. He hoped she would be mad enough to find happiness on her own, that she would be able to move forward. Another part of him desperately hoped that this was, in fact, not the end. After all, he had died before. He had come back, his FEAR reinstating himself.

But this was different.

Sparrow held the scythe tightly in his hands, striving forward, but it was no use. The crystals held him in place, creeping over his hands and arms until he couldn't move, freezing him in position.

He closed his eyes, wondering again, hoping, yearning to return back.

He had always kept his promises -

- except for this one, it seemed.

The silence broke just before she solidified with a single cry. It was the anger she had but still couldn't expel this time driving her mad right up until the point when she physically just couldn't do it anymore.

It was all madness - as was her life, as it seemed at times. Madness in the front, party in the back, and Madness in her party too. She had come because it seemed to be the right thing to do, and at the same time it almost seemed like it had been a pointless thing to do as well. Had she been needed there? It was possible not.

She had not pulled her weight. She had not earned her right to say she had been of any help. She had told Red that she would do better more than once and now this was how she was failing.

It was a feeling that was low in her gut. But that was not the only feeling there. There was another feeling that was attempting to consume, swallow, devour, taste, steal, and hold her hostage as well. A feeling that whispered the profanity of hate into her head and engulfed more than just herself.

The feeling made flesh crawl. Cold, thick, unmovable. Perhaps it wasn't really crawling, but rather it began to slow its crawl. It was like horrible brakes that hadn't been changed, screeching, a mess waiting to happen, and she couldn't do anything about it. It was like the opposite of the fire that had consumed her in that illusion - that nightmare of the future that could have been. It didn't devour her quickly. Even with some weak cracking of her body as she slowly moved her limbs it felt like ice through her veins.

Slowing everything. Slowing her, a creature of speed - of stealth, of endurance. They were meant to always walk, always walk, always walk....And it burned, all she could do was try to will her body. To keep moving, just keep moving...but her limbs had stopped working. Poison - it was poison moving through her veins. She didn't even know why, and perhaps that was what killed her the most.

More than the crystals that had devoured her.

(( I'm a rebel. No OOC stuff and no rolls because I like writing out this stuff in one go. P: <3 ))

Sometimes there was something quite aggravating about the fact that while they had laid waste to so much, there was damage still to be dealt to their own. In the form of hate, revenge, rage.... all feelings he was familiar with. The feeling of the loss of his mother had been something he'd been greatly effected by and had instilled such feelings inside of him...

and if his feelings could have attempted to rend the world apart, he probably would have rather enjoyed that. But it was more than that, and it tugged at strings and pieces of him that were already some middle world. Something neither him nor not him. It was a strange way to exist -- perhaps those inflicted with Insanity would never actually know that feeling.

That tangible non-existence but also existence at the same time.

Perhaps it was the existence of those who no longer did putting some lingering claim upon him - holding onto him as he lingered through existence. As they all continued to live. To plan, to plot, to hold each other.....to rebuild, ultimately. Work never ending, our work is never done: Tearing down, building up it goes on and on..... Yes, they were like a glorified ant farm for Halloween that was going to force its way out of their bounds and reform themselves as the mighty force they had been previously.

And would always be, even without numbers.

Or rather, they would be once the feeling that was beginning to devour everybody came to pass over. It spread much quicker than the feeling that was slowly trying to spread through his body on a day to day basis did, and it sort of fascinated him, slowly flexing his fingers as they began to crystalize. In fact, he handled the entire transformation rather calmly.

After all: All paths lead to the same end.

Blackness was all Seiji could remember as he woke, blackness and a pain in his chest. Then a face, scarred and nervous, and with that image it all came flooding back. They'd invaded the island, attacked the hunters in their base. All to get their friends back, and considering he had no idea how much time had passed since he'd blacked out after his battle, he hoped they had succeeded. It seemed so long ago, them crossing over, but it had only been a day, no, hours? He didn't know. The only certainty he could hold onto was the battle around him that had continued to rage on.

A flash of pink and black caught his eye, pulling his attention, and the boil's still heart gave a little throb as he finally laid eyes on Junko.

And then all hell broke loose. The ground erupted beneath them and crystals sprang upwards like strange, glass trees. Spreading outward, fast and faster, it licked at peoples heels, climbed their limbs, encasing them..

The horror of the situation sank in, and Seiji jerked his head back around to Junko just in time to see her loose her battle with the glittering advancement of white gems. It made him freeze, hopelessness and bitter anger welling up in his throat as a scream that would never make it past dark lips. He hadn't noticed the crawl of FEAR leeching crystals up his legs, not until they had reached his hips and there was no running, no fighting it off now. His scream died on his tongue, replaced by a strangled and startled cry as he helplessly batted at the hardness that was starting to consume him. It sliced at his palms, and where black blood should have flowed only white gems formed. "What is this!?"

It was death. Resignation moved in to replace panic, then sorrow as he cast a last look where Junko had been. Regret came last as the crystals reached his neck. Regret that he'd never taken that last step with the ghoul, that they'd never live their lives out full, that in the end, if they had freed their friends, it didn't matter. It had all been for not.

His last thoughts were vague. Wondering if this was like all the other times when things had been hopeless and they had all effectively died in the past. If there would be one more second chance. He never took for granted that he would wake up again when he fell, never assumed.

Hope, however, was another story.

He held onto hope up until the world went black and silent. Seiji was gone.

(Skipping dice, like a boss.)

Crystal after crystal erupting around her, Bea found herself too tired to dodge out of the way. Instead she laid there, still as limp as before as the fragments were beginning to consume her. Why fight it? No one was going to miss her. She'll just be forgotten like all those other times. Weak. Insignificant. Forgettable. She closed her eyes, almost accepting her fate. A familiar feeling of drowning and a muffled voice whispering revenge. Bea saw flashes of a girl who resembled much like herself, but with short red hair. The girl had her hands around Bea's neck. Her mind played sounds of watery struggle and that girl screaming at her. Bea's face was passive. No emotion, except a single tear riding down the side of her face before she was completely consumed by the crystals.