She awoke, her golden brown eyes flickering open with a sharp intake of breath. That man. That horrible, disgusting, green man with the wandering hands had actually managed to take her down.
She pushed herself up to a seated position with a growl, ignoring the throbbing pain in her head as she had a look around at her surroundings. Trash, trash, more trash...oh, and a gate. That was where Medea had said they could re-enter the fake world of many kings, right?
She now made her way a little unsteadily to her feet, picking her way through the mess and over towards the gate.
She still had a job to do. She still had an Emperor to help destroy.
((Exiting))
Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 8:39 pm
((Enter))
And like that, Gene was revived - still sporting the obscene hand gesture she'd given to her killer. The white mark on her hand pulsed, reminding her that she was alive and that she had a job to do.
Ignoring the man and his ghastly screaming, Gene took of towards the battle again. They'd saved Xiu - now just to kill the rest of these figments.
Jerry awoke with a start, breathing frantically. He touched the back of his head- no brains spilling out. Good start. His chest- still his tacky blue shirt, no bloodstains.
"You... stupid... idiot... I swear to... Jack..." Roar was groaning as he pulled himself upright beside the Sun Hunter, giving the other man a firm thwack of vengance.
"I got us... here didn't I? M-MARK!" Jerry barked, still catching his breath as he wobbled, shakingoff the sensation of just having fallen like 200 stories to a splattered demise.
It was not a pleasant sensation, and every fiber of his being was groaning unhappily. "MARK you said to find you! We have to hurry!"
Zoobey
Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 9:52 pm
"Huh-what? Uh, okay." Mark seemed a little zoned out. He blankly handed Jerry a set of (useless) headphones and then what looked like a neon glowstick of a crystal. "Insert crystal into fake King's chest and you know, bang! The headset is just for decoration, look, if I had to design them, you better carry them around, okay."
For the most part however, he kept on distractedly looking at the door.
Bilious
- The shard - now improved - needs only THREE attack charges (from hitting anything) After it is charged, simply stab it into the King and POOF!*
There was no darkness, only painful light. Merope reached up and pulled his shadowy hood back over his head, shading his eyes. He craned his head back, looking up at the towering piles of... junk. And a horrible, horrible sign.
Merope ignored these, moving towards the junk pile. He reached out, shifting and rearranging the junk until he had created a suitable covered area that was shaded. It was into this that he slunk into and sat down. Anyone who looked under the junk he arranged would notice that the area was darker than the rest, and the glowing eyes that glared out did not seem friendly...
The Hermit needed time to think, and thus retreated into seclusion.
Physical Description: A Shadow with defining, illuminated teal-blue lines. Much of him is hidden beneath a simple hooded robe. His beastial form is much like his true undead sea serpent form. While as a humanoid Shadow, Merope wields a staff with his draconic form's characteristics complete with a lantern hanging from its mouth.
(( Camping here for the night~ Merope isn't in the same area as Mark. He's near Mark's Awesome Sign, though you'll have to be searching the junk pile for him. ))
Posted: Sat Jan 26, 2013 9:59 pm
((Enter))
Candace was livid. There were not enough words in the English language to describe how hurt she was by what had just happened, how she had fallen. It wasn't the fact that it happened...it had been because it was by someone she had called her friend.
Someone so ******** desperate he turned on his own team. Again.
Tears of anger ran hotly down her face as she strode into the room, Atropos silent by her side. He had attacked her, her weapon. There were so many things wrong with what had happened in that penthouse.
And like hell was Candace going to let him forget that.
Jerry carefully took the weapon, trying to digest the simple instructions. Bang he could understand. "We'll have this taken care of soon. If the others don't loose their heads like a certain Ginger..." He grumbled a quick thanks before grabbing Roar and rushing back toward Blue Kingdom.
They had a job to do.
[EXIT!]
Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 4:49 pm
Ashford stared at the pitiful human, lips pursed.
He pointed two fingers in the direction of his eyes, then pointed one at Mark.
A universal sign for I'm watching you.
The blond drew himself up to his full height, looking for a moment like he might stab Mark with his very pointy sword. In the end, however, Ashford decided he had better things to be doing.
Like killing the False King that had just strangled him to death.
Surrounded he felt... safe within the rudimentary barricade that was bound to fall on his head at any minute, but at least tucked away in the shadows away from the cracked and damnable sky he could think.
That... That person. That woman crouched in front of the fire. She had told them all that only they could save him. Not just him; there were more, weren't there? They were asleep, trapped within a dream. In order to save them, they had to kill them. Merope clenched his shadowy hands, grimacing. He wasn't strong as he would like. He was pathetically weak, an actual fish out of water. And even in the water? Jack's pumpkins, he couldn't even swim in his humanoid form! He was nothing but a small fry, waiting to get snapped up.
Merope hated it. Hated himself for it. He wanted to help Aymet, at least in a small way that he could do it. Merope tried to defend, tried to save and prevent him from being struck down. Didn't that woman say there was another way? An unlikely way, most likely a far more difficult way to be sure. But what mattered was that it was there.
But it didn't matter though, did it? Aymet didn't recognize him. Those that were also in it probably despised him too, for trying to protect Aymet. Yes, at the end he tried to strike Aymet. He was confident the crown was the source of his corruption, the cause of it all. And yet even after knocking it over it did nothing but take him out of there.
Merope was never good at fighting. Or anything, really. He slumped as he turned that thought over, frowning. This entire time he did nothing. He was worthless; why was he even here? He rose a hand to his throat and rubbed it, considering. Would he wake up if he took his own life? Perhaps an ending was what he craved; perhaps that was the reason he was desperate to keep Aymet alive. The priestess said they were dying, didn't she? But how can you kill an undead? The others had stakes in this. Merope... Merope wondered what would happen if things were different.
If he continued to defend Aymet. What if Aymet struck him down in the back? If they made it out... Merope didn't think it would be possible for him to trust again. He was already abandoned. Being backstabbed on top of that by someone he was trying so hard to help probably would have broken him. How obsessed would he become over protecting himself from anyone else? Merope shuddered at the thought.
And if he was swayed at the start to attack... He scoffed at the thought. As much as he resented it, Merope knew he was too weak to do any of that sort. That would never come to pass.
There was one question that remained: what should he do now?
He could wait here. Wait it out. Watch as the world around him crumbled.
He could go through the Silver Gate. Medea instructed them to bring the Kings there and to go through it. If he went through it, would he go back? No, wait. To free the kings, they had to kill them. What if going through the Silver Gate killed him? What if he went through there only to be sent back? Just thinking about the Silver Gate made him uneasy. Not to mention he... honestly didn't know where it was.
Merope reached into his sleeve and pulled out his shadowy tarot deck. He shuffled the cards before drawing three, placing them face-down in front of him. "...What should I do?"
Three cards; Past, Present, and Future. Three of Rods, Three of Pentacles, Ten of Pentacles. Virtue, Works, Wealth. Being part of the Shadow Kingdom gave him an understanding of the cards, along with an undeniable hatred and envy of the living. Merope wondered what would carry over, or if he would even remember any of this.
He shook his head and stared at the first card. The past, taking responsibility for a decision and keeping honor. But he broke it. Was attacking Aymet the cause of his fall? The reason he was now here in the junkyard?
Middle card, the deciding element. Crafting, building. The completion of a task? Merope mulled it over, thinking. The Voice. Didn't the Voice tell them to go somewhere? Yes, he had something to do. He had to put an end to this. But what was coming...?
Merope turned his attention to the last card. This last card represented something concerning the future. It meant... Completion. Freedom from anxiety. Everything was going to be all right.
The boil reached out and gathered his cards, tucking them back into his robe. Everything was going to be all right. He crawled out of his shelter, dusting the dirt off of his robes. With his staff thumping the ground with every step Merope set off for the tower feeling a little bit better than before.
Physical Description: A Shadow with defining, illuminated teal-blue lines. Much of him is hidden beneath a simple hooded robe. His beastial form is much like his true undead sea serpent form. While as a humanoid Shadow, Merope wields a staff with his draconic form's characteristics complete with a lantern hanging from its mouth.
Posted: Sun Jan 27, 2013 7:22 pm
Night purely looked around the trash kingdom, his tail flicking back and forth over the objects. Of course, there was not much need for him to do much else seeing as he was killed by one of his own kingdoms subjects.
Then again he had been trying to kill the king. The black cat instead perched himself on one the many junk built towers, in what looked like a basket with some dirty laundry and spread himself out.
If he was going to be stuck in a dream, then might as well catch a few of his own before they disappeared right? He had failed his missions anyways.
After a catnap, he'd probably be more optimistic or something.
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