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 Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 9:24 pm
" I should be the on who say thank you, Sun! Arynek held the girl tighter. " I was so lost after losing my home, and your existence lightened my life again, thank you, thank you so much my friend. Arynek was glad that she met with her, even she was a fragment created. Different fragment has a different life, same as hers. The Shadowlord, once their King, to be honest, Arynek didn't know how she felt of him. She jut knew he was a good king for his shadows. The girl once was Moon came to give him a final hug. " I am sorry if I hurt you any." Arynek apologized and hugged the girl who she fought with in the battle. They were all near, the Shadows and the one she missed. She tried to hug every shadows, no matter she knew or not. Zee Oddwyn Arynek is gonna miss Sun so much ;w; AstaraeI King Aymet, you got a hug.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 9:26 pm
Moriko was about to say something else to the king when a figure came out of no where and cleared her mind of the thought. "Sigrun!" She squeezed the girl back happily. "Are you okay?" She eyed the girl over to make sure that she hadn't been harmed. Although she didn't think anything had happened to her. Moriko would have hugged her friend again when another figure came and swept her off her feet. "Thank you." She told Belladonna. "Although I'm afraid I didn't really have a chance to do much. I am glad I was able to do what I could though." Moriko smiled at her, not quite sure what else to say. It was an odd feeling, she felt close to the Green Kingdom and its people now. Yet she had only been a part of it for such a short time and hardly knew anyone. When Belladonna turned away from her, Moriko turned her attention back to Sigrun. "I... I don't really know what is going to happen, but I don't want to lose you again. I don't want to forget you or any of this really. Even if we aren't actually real. I still feel real and you know, in our own way we are real." She fumbled over her words a little, not quite sure as to what to say. Instead of continuing on, she held the girl close again. "I refuse to lose you."
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 9:27 pm
Clyde only laughed in return, never answering that question. However, he does give her a smile even though it was quickly replaced by pain as a book smacked him in the back of his head. Giving his new bruise a rub, Clyde tried to find the culprit…a book. If he had to guess, it was probably from…Sheridan. Probably, the only other person was likely to just try to kill him with something sharp and pointy. So all that was left was that architect.
When he finally caught sight of the book-thrower, Clyde threw the book back. Though, it was only half-heartily and not so much in flavor of revenge.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 9:28 pm
A home..? At Agsilved's words, Mile burst into tears, trying to keep them as quiet as she could, somewhat thankful her head was still buried in Jove's chest where no one else could see. That was what she was fighting for? Of course it was. As recent memories came flooding back to her, she did all she could to fight back the tears. Soon it would all be gone... Her. The home she fought so desperately to keep standing... it would all be gone once they had said their goodbyes. There was still much to do yet. She needed to apologize. Apologize to the black pawns she had attacked. Thackery... Ash... there were so many she had wronged on her quest to keep her home. In the end, it wouldn't even be a memory. Meegane Yay! someone awake! biggrin Gimmie a min though x.x Millie's too full of feels.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 9:32 pm
Holding onto Maple's hand, Amarus spotted the Queen and the other kingdom denizens about when Zel did. She grabbed hold of him, too, her face lighting up; sadness bubbled up inside her, but she beat it back to drag both Maple and Zel over to the gathering.
She wasn't really sure who to address first, so she let go of Maple and Zel's hands before bowing to the group, and then tackling Merope in what was supposed to be a small careful hug but ended up being a the-world-is-ending hug.
She then moved on to tackle their queen and although she eyed the King as though considering it, by the time she got to that point she merely cleared her throat, regained her composure: "My Liege, we had a kick-a** kingdom, and I remain loyal even to the end." Amarus grinned, and then looked over at Amrita.
"Do you mind... the 'real' version of me, could you tell her..." Amarus glanced sidelong at Zel, and then leaned into Amrita as soon as possible to say: "Could you tell her not to be afraid? That it's okay to be scared not to be loved back, but... she doesn't have to be so lonely. Also if you could kind of direct her to the real him, that would be great," Amarus-Once-Called-Judgement requested. She was a lot bubblier than her real counterpart, that was for sure.
"And to all of you, especially those who raced on the stairs with us in our great coliseum or in the tower... I have no end to the affection and loyalty for you all in my heart," she tried to express, awkwardly, before sneaking back to Zel as soon as possible to kiss his cheek so fast it was more like a face attack.
[[OOC: REUNION untz untz untz.]]
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 9:34 pm
Ash comes back from the land of dim-cold-hopeless with a steady exhalation; the clenching of fists; the release of a tightly coiled anger that had taken root in his heart (where it had bloomed as lovely as any Nightshade flower). Green eyes glance around, and in this room, this dream within a dream within a dream and--
He stands, calm and collected because a different voice is speaking, now, and it's warm and reassuring and it's like being out at the beach, toes digging into red sand and fingers skimming over the waves of black water. It's comfortable, it's familiar, it fits better than two latex gloves (slightly powdered, fresh from the box) and, Ash forgets everything for a moment, just for one, the tension seeping from his shoulders and--
'They're waiting for you,' this new voice murmured, 'your own versions of the Kings.' This voice, belonging to the White Pillar (surely it was the Pillar, surely like he knew his name was Ashford, like he knew he was from Silent Hill) and like the hum of buzzing generators, like the swelling song of swarming Death's-head Hawkmoths, like the scrape of metal to concrete like a Great Knife scoring the ground-- he knew. He knew it to be true.
That meant so many things, so many pressed together like a flower between a book's pages when you try to dry it, and it's overwhelming and awful all at once because normality is so close Ash can taste it on his tongue. It means they've won. It means this place is a falsehood and Ashford was in the right.
He breathes out, heavy, and the weight of the world is lifted from his shoulders, Atlas' burden is raised from them, the boulder of Sisyphus has vanished, and it fills him with excitement that's paramount to his love for Thackery.
'You have played the greatest part of the hero,' the White Pillar continued, sere and speaking a way that sounds like three voices at once (or four, or five, or), and it pushes Ash along.
The reaper had never asked to be a hero, had never desired to play a part in any play. He had not asked to be a knight (powerful, limited in moves, too fitting for his given roll) but he would do so gladly if it meant saving Thackery. Heat thrums in his veins like a bass-heavy chord of music, resonating down to his very core and--
'...Your home awaits you now.'
It was time. He felt no need to tell anyone good-bye: the one he cared about would be in this next world, after this sham was concluded. He was an actor waiting for the curtain to fall, waiting to take his final bow, waiting for the end. The finale. The credits.
He closes his eyes, full of relief.
The battle is over.
The war is over.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 9:35 pm
Things were getting more and more difficult to watch and experience as time began to press in more acutely, a more stern presence that pushed its way between people. More moments around the faerie became sweeter mixed with bitterness over having to leave. No one had said that things were almost done, but in that odd way people can feel a clock ticking closed on an hour, so too did everyone around them begin to hurry and wrap things up. The faerie smiled at those who passed her, not sure how to close her own ending when she felt things would always be open until she returned home. What other words could she impart on those who might forget? What else could she take with her to better anyone's future, her own included? A hand wrapped around her own and she knew, yes, there was just one last thing, wasn't there? Belladonna smiled up at Mort as he tugged her away, or well King Mort she supposed since this one was just a bit different from normal Mort. Allowed to be led to one side she leaned in conspiratorially, her own smile doing its best to skirt past sadness though her eyes could not seem to cease a slow leak of tears. His analogy made her laugh and she tilted her head to one side, eyes momentarily unfocused. "I do believe I hear the swelling of dramatic music as befits ending credits..." She teased, just one last time. But his question made her tender in her regard of this moment and she could not stop herself from reaching out to touch his jaw with one hand, fingertips lightly brushing against his skin. "You know you may always ask whatever you need of me."
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 9:39 pm
Aezeloth listened as Amarus talked and he smiled. He hoped his real self wouldn't mind, in fact he encouraged it. Clearing his throat he continued the thought Amarus had started. "If you could also, tell my Real self to stop being a complete bookworm and actually live life and encourage him to pursue more combat oriented pursuits, that would be wonderful," He smiled at the Queen, bowing his head. "He is scrawny, red and white, but my horns are his - it will be the best way to find him."He smiled at the others who were gathered and saluted them all. "It was an honor and a pleasure to be with you all."
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 9:41 pm
Wiping her tears as quickly as she could, Millie resumed scanning the crowd to those she needed to say her goodbyes to. Among the faceless crowd, she spotted one. One that had begged her not to attack. Ones she had attacked anyways. Millie moved towards the familiar face, extending a wordless hand in friendship. One that shook slightly. Rejection was also a possibility.... What do you say to someone you almost killed for the sake of an empty promise?
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 9:43 pm
He was both glad for the touch and yet wished she had held off, for it made speaking harder. Mort even thought to pause, to let the ellipses last everlong until he felt ready rather than be ushered forward by the game's own imperative.
And hadn't all of this just a foolish game of thrones in the end?
"It helps to hear those words anyway." The king gave her a tentative smile before taking her hands into his. "I know this world wasn't always sweet to you, but for all the madness this path took us on . . . Will you promise to remember it? Will you promise to remember me?" he asked in an even softer voice.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 9:47 pm
Before she knew it, Maple was on the move, being lead by Amarus and Zel to the rest of the Black Kingdom. Her smile grew, so pleased they had found them in the large crowd of Silvers that had most likely changed from their previous Kingdoms.
She watched as Amarus gave hugs all around, herself too shy to do such a thing. Instead she first went up the Aymet and bowed deeply and awkwardly, "M-my Liege, I-I hope that... I d-didn't disappoint you too much," she told him before straightening up, "A-and even t-though our time is at an e-end, t-thank you for Naming me." It has been a privilege to be one of his Chosen and she hoped her honest smile conveyed as much all she was not able to say. How tempting it was to hug him.
Oh screw it. She shot forward, giving the ShadowLord an awkward hug. When would she have the chance again? Maple pulled back quickly though, blushing, "S-sorry."
Taking a lead from Amarus, she looked at their Queen, Amrita, with wonder in her eyes. "T-they told me, y-you would be able t-to t-talk to the other me," she explained slowly. She held her breath for a moment, collecting her words so she wouldn't stammer. "... please ... tell ... her... to .. believe ... in herself." It was the simplest thing she could think to pass on.
To the others, she gave them a large ernest smile, filled with all that she muster because she although she had been awkward and shy, she still cherished them all. Even to the Silvers who had joined them in the end. Their battles, their Stair Racing and .. just everything. They would be together until the end and it was enough for her.
Quote: GAH I'M MISSING PEOPLE I'M SORRY
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 9:48 pm
Seeing Millie offered her a hand shake as a sign of acceptance to her apology was the most happiest thing, Arynek didn't reach out one hand, but grabbed the girl's hand with both of her hands. It felt so good that Millie can forgive her before she vanished. She gave the girl a very satisfied and soft smile. " Thank you. It's good that we don't have to fight anymore. I am Arynek, nice to meet you." Not a bad idea to make friend even her day is ending.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 9:50 pm
The pause given did not make this easier and Belladonna found herself blinking rapidly to keep her vision from blurring, so that she could burn this moment into her mind. It seemed silly, but it felt important too. And since when had she ever been sensible about anything?
Full surrender had been given ages ago so that she moved with him, let her hands be taken and then quietly pressed them against his chest so that she could tease out his heartbeat with her fingertips. Odd sensation that, something she couldn't decide if she would miss or not. But his words caught her, made her choke out her own watery laugh as she momentarily dropped her head to hide the tears. It would never get easier to hear him ask to be important to her, would it? No matter the lifetime it still made her heart jump in her chest and colored her cheeks and thrilled her in a way she didn't know how to articulate.
"I promise, upon my white rose and my love and my beautiful tiara you so kindly gave to me, that I will always remember you. Across this lifetime, across the next, across ten, twenty five, infinite lifetimes. Of all things I could forget, you are the one I could not." Belladonna told him with a brilliant smile as she angled her face back up to his. And though it felt odd and right all at once, she lifted onto her toes and pressed one last kiss to him.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 9:51 pm
It was the end.
Fragments, bits of memory, the unreal: Harland had been told that it would fade, and now the time was coming. And he still hadn't found Alas. Harland's mouth quirked up slightly, as he thought of the fact that Alas had still not managed to take it back. And he had already gone and died. He was alone, at the tower, and had not even bothered to climb it. The end was near.
All he cared about was leaving with the memories he had intact, and positive; he didn't want to leave forever knowing that Alas had made a mistake. He didn't want to live through that, not again. So he was surprised to see Alas show up, just as he was thinking that, still guarding the jacket.
Harland froze. He looked like a deer caught in headlights: he just stared at Alas, biting his lower lip, trying to figure out if he was staring straight at him or if he could maybe still make a run for it and die before Alas could tell him they weren't together.
And then Alas was walking towards him, and Harland realized he couldn't escape in time. His face fell, and then became impassive. He felt his heart break all over again: Alas looked pissed and Harland could see why. He just watched the man approach, tail whipping back and forth. Harland's hands were numb from the sheer stress of it. And still, his feet remained fixed to the ground.
He didn't even budge when Alas got up close. Is he... crying? Harland wondered, in disbelief, his gunmetal green eyes widening. "Alas? Are you alright? Are you hurt?" Harland asked, his voice hoarse. Initially, Harland didn't know how to respond to Alas holding on, but slowly he relaxed and slid his arms around his ex, smoothing his hand up and down on Alas' back with the slightest pressure, as if to reassure him.
"I am generally that, yes; you'd be correct. I didn't forget it, I left it," he said, "there is a distinct difference. One, I would want back. The other, I'd want you to keep, Kitten."
Finally, the words sank in: And your stupid boyfriend. Harland's throat locked up, and his grip tightened; he buried his face against Alas' head, pulling the man's full body flush against his. He suddenly dipped him down, to lean his face over Alas'. "That, I did forget... and I did want back," he finally managed, his eyes feverishly bright; the mark of one who was trying very hard not to cry.
Harland Leander Belle brushed his lips against Alastair's and whispered something, those three words barely audible, more tactile than they were that, even. And then he kissed him.
It would be okay, now. It would be okay to die.
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Posted: Wed Jan 30, 2013 9:54 pm
The king's answer only made Merope laugh harder. A shadow king for a shadow kingdom, both things that were mere duplicates of another. It seemed so simple now, so painfully obvious that all of this wasn't real. A shadow couldn't be touched or held. Thought it could be hidden in... Merope quieted his mirth as he studied the shadow king in a new light. "Well then," he ventured at last. "It seems that you and I do have something in common at last, to seek out and search for a new purpose. Mine, however, does not lie within shadows." He moved away from the king, his back to his former liege as he added quietly, "Not anymore, at least." As Amrita addressed him, Merope gave her a glance before giving her a shrug in return. He then shook his head and began to walk away. There was nothing more for him to say. At least that was how it was until Arynek gave him a hug. Amarus next nearly knocked him over with her tackle, and squeezed the air out of his lungs with her tight grip. Merope was surprised that, instead of pushing past them to continue on he instead returned the hugs with his own, even going so far as to give a nod towards Aezeloth in return for the salute. The hungry-looking Rex made him pat his pockets, frowning upon finding them empty. Maple's shy smile was met with a short nod in return. Lingering, Merope allowed himself to take one last look before he closed his good eye. His body began to sink into the darkness, his glowing markings and eye remaining as an after image before they, too finally faded from sight.
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