Yuri's flesh withers and fades, and her beauty no longer existent in this world. She crumbles to ash like a smoldering log in a fireplace. In her place, a child sits. She appears to be abused heavily, deep scars and brands mottled on her flesh. Her long black hair is oily and clumped. She holds herself in a tight hug that does nothing to stop her from crying, tears streaking down her dirty face. Her mouth is sewn shut with silver threads that pierce her skin. Her nails have been ripped out from the beds of her fingers, her feet are cut, bloody and dirty.
This... this was Yuri. Yuri before Titania took her in. A scared little girl. used by others for their own sick desires.
He picks up the child in a firm fist, taking their soul. "This you will not keep. All you will have of her is a burning memory. Tatiana. You've seen what I can do. Have a little faith. Just a little more. Talk to me. Like a person." His minor wounds are rapidly healing from his own negative energy.
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
Yuri's flesh withers and fades, and her beauty no longer existent in this world. She crumbles to ash like a smoldering log in a fireplace. In her place, a child sits. She appears to be abused heavily, deep scars and brands mottled on her flesh. Her long black hair is oily and clumped. She holds herself in a tight hug that does nothing to stop her from crying, tears streaking down her dirty face. Her mouth is sewn shut with silver threads that pierce her skin. Her nails have been ripped out from the beds of her fingers, her feet are cut, bloody and dirty.
This... this was Yuri. Yuri before Titania took her in. A scared little girl. used by others for their own sick desires.
He picks up the child in a firm fist, taking their soul. "This you will not keep. All you will have of her is a burning memory. Tatiana. You've seen what I can do. Have a little faith. Just a little more. Talk to me. Like a person." His minor wounds are rapidly healing from his own negative energy.
She appears before him. Her skin is fair, with a subtle texture over it which resembles bark. Her hair is long and pure white with flowers of every kind growing from it. Her eyes are a startling green that are flecked with gold. She wears a long white gown that seems to fade into the grass and soils as if it were a part of it. A large pair of gossamer wings that look like they are made of glass are folded behind her back.
She narrows her eyes at him.
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"Is this hell?" "NOPE!" "Purgatory?" "ITS DEFINETLY PURGATORY! AIN'T NO WAY THIS IS HELL. HELL IS TOO STIMULATING!"
He picks up the child in a firm fist, taking their soul. "This you will not keep. All you will have of her is a burning memory. Tatiana. You've seen what I can do. Have a little faith. Just a little more. Talk to me. Like a person." His minor wounds are rapidly healing from his own negative energy.
She appears before him. Her skin is fair, with a subtle texture over it which resembles bark. Her hair is long and pure white with flowers of every kind growing from it. Her eyes are a startling green that are flecked with gold. She wears a long white gown that seems to fade into the grass and soils as if it were a part of it. A large pair of gossamer wings that look like they are made of glass are folded behind her back.
She narrows her eyes at him.
His black wraps coil around him, bringing him back to his "normal" form. "Excellent. Now, we should probably finish this meeting quickly, as I can only hold back Mr. Grouper for so long. Now, I should show you around, shouldn't I?" He holds out a hand to her.
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
"TALBOT STOP THIS!" he says, casting greater restoration. "Oval...please...stay with me."
The Greater Restoration cures the disease.
"TALBOT I will destroy your essence if you keep hurting my friends."
"It was an accident. Collateral damage. I will do my best not to hurt them, but you may want to keep them out of the way just in case."
"Make that mistake again and you will not live to see daylight again." he snarls, two voices speaking
"I love Oval as much as you do, and I would never hurt her on purpose."
"Then be careful."
Oval shudders and holds herself together, Soul is hugged in her arms, crying slightly.
Talbot's plague fades away as he puts on his bandages. They are no longer infected with Flesh Rot.
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
He picks up the child in a firm fist, taking their soul. "This you will not keep. All you will have of her is a burning memory. Tatiana. You've seen what I can do. Have a little faith. Just a little more. Talk to me. Like a person." His minor wounds are rapidly healing from his own negative energy.
She appears before him. Her skin is fair, with a subtle texture over it which resembles bark. Her hair is long and pure white with flowers of every kind growing from it. Her eyes are a startling green that are flecked with gold. She wears a long white gown that seems to fade into the grass and soils as if it were a part of it. A large pair of gossamer wings that look like they are made of glass are folded behind her back.
She narrows her eyes at him.
His black wraps coil around him, bringing him back to his "normal" form. "Excellent. Now, we should probably finish this meeting quickly, as I can only hold back Mr. Grouper for so long. Now, I should show you around, shouldn't I?" He holds out a hand to her.
She purses her lips and takes it.
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"Is this hell?" "NOPE!" "Purgatory?" "ITS DEFINETLY PURGATORY! AIN'T NO WAY THIS IS HELL. HELL IS TOO STIMULATING!"
He picks up the child in a firm fist, taking their soul. "This you will not keep. All you will have of her is a burning memory. Tatiana. You've seen what I can do. Have a little faith. Just a little more. Talk to me. Like a person." His minor wounds are rapidly healing from his own negative energy.
She appears before him. Her skin is fair, with a subtle texture over it which resembles bark. Her hair is long and pure white with flowers of every kind growing from it. Her eyes are a startling green that are flecked with gold. She wears a long white gown that seems to fade into the grass and soils as if it were a part of it. A large pair of gossamer wings that look like they are made of glass are folded behind her back.
She narrows her eyes at him.
His black wraps coil around him, bringing him back to his "normal" form. "Excellent. Now, we should probably finish this meeting quickly, as I can only hold back Mr. Grouper for so long. Now, I should show you around, shouldn't I?" He holds out a hand to her.
She purses her lips and takes it.
They are both transported to a kingdom with no sun or plant life. Several other figures, each dressed exactly like Talbot, watch from a distance.
"Now, we thought you would do well with a family. A loving, doting husband, some children who will do whatever you say, a pet tarrasque... your castle will have a library filled with people's opinions on you, soul contracts you own, and of course, relics of unfathomable power."
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
He picks up the child in a firm fist, taking their soul. "This you will not keep. All you will have of her is a burning memory. Tatiana. You've seen what I can do. Have a little faith. Just a little more. Talk to me. Like a person." His minor wounds are rapidly healing from his own negative energy.
She appears before him. Her skin is fair, with a subtle texture over it which resembles bark. Her hair is long and pure white with flowers of every kind growing from it. Her eyes are a startling green that are flecked with gold. She wears a long white gown that seems to fade into the grass and soils as if it were a part of it. A large pair of gossamer wings that look like they are made of glass are folded behind her back.
She narrows her eyes at him.
His black wraps coil around him, bringing him back to his "normal" form. "Excellent. Now, we should probably finish this meeting quickly, as I can only hold back Mr. Grouper for so long. Now, I should show you around, shouldn't I?" He holds out a hand to her.
She purses her lips and takes it.
They are both transported to a kingdom with no sun or plant life. Several other figures, each dressed exactly like Talbot, watch from a distance.
"Now, we thought you would do well with a family. A loving, doting husband, some children who will do whatever you say, a pet tarrasque... your castle will have a library filled with people's opinions on you, soul contracts you own, and of course, relics of unfathomable power."
"I need nothing of that." She snarled "Survival is something I learned and I will learn again in this area." She said.
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"Is this hell?" "NOPE!" "Purgatory?" "ITS DEFINETLY PURGATORY! AIN'T NO WAY THIS IS HELL. HELL IS TOO STIMULATING!"
They are both transported to a kingdom with no sun or plant life. Several other figures, each dressed exactly like Talbot, watch from a distance.
"Now, we thought you would do well with a family. A loving, doting husband, some children who will do whatever you say, a pet tarrasque... your castle will have a library filled with people's opinions on you, soul contracts you own, and of course, relics of unfathomable power."
"I need nothing of that." She snarled "Survival is something I learned and I will learn again in this area." She said.
The figures laugh. "A choice was never given. You have a kingdom to rule. And you'd best do it well since we're taking away every soul you own and every bit of supernatural power you have. You will be mortal, and you will need to rely on others. Head to the castle. Your servants have prepared breakfast for you, your husband, and your three brilliant daughters. Be thankful we gave you this much warning." He begins to walk across the barren land into the suffocating fog at the edge of the kingdom. "I hope you like meat."
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I am unruly in the stands (I am a rock on top of the sand) I am a fist amidst the hands And I make a wreck out of my hand (I make a fist and not a plan) And I break it just because I can
He picks up the child in a firm fist, taking their soul. "This you will not keep. All you will have of her is a burning memory. Tatiana. You've seen what I can do. Have a little faith. Just a little more. Talk to me. Like a person." His minor wounds are rapidly healing from his own negative energy.
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
She appears before him. Her skin is fair, with a subtle texture over it which resembles bark. Her hair is long and pure white with flowers of every kind growing from it. Her eyes are a startling green that are flecked with gold. She wears a long white gown that seems to fade into the grass and soils as if it were a part of it. A large pair of gossamer wings that look like they are made of glass are folded behind her back.
She narrows her eyes at him.
"Then be careful."
Fear not of death, for it is natural. Like the sun.
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Oval shudders and holds herself together, Soul is hugged in her arms, crying slightly.
His black wraps coil around him, bringing him back to his "normal" form. "Excellent. Now, we should probably finish this meeting quickly, as I can only hold back Mr. Grouper for so long. Now, I should show you around, shouldn't I?" He holds out a hand to her.
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
Talbot's plague fades away as he puts on his bandages. They are no longer infected with Flesh Rot.
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
She purses her lips and takes it.
Theren frowns a bit as he gathers them both in his arms, healing them. "It's alright..."
Fear not of death, for it is natural. Like the sun.
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The scars and flesh heals back but markings of where they were are still there.
They are both transported to a kingdom with no sun or plant life. Several other figures, each dressed exactly like Talbot, watch from a distance.
"Now, we thought you would do well with a family. A loving, doting husband, some children who will do whatever you say, a pet tarrasque... your castle will have a library filled with people's opinions on you, soul contracts you own, and of course, relics of unfathomable power."
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
"It's gonna be ok." he whispers to them both, casting greater restoration. *Pm?*
Fear not of death, for it is natural. Like the sun.
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"I need nothing of that." She snarled "Survival is something I learned and I will learn again in this area." She said.
Oval pulls away "S-Stay away please. Please." She wept.
*did I miss all the cool stuff?*
He seems genuinely hurt when she says this. "Oval...I.."
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The figures laugh. "A choice was never given. You have a kingdom to rule. And you'd best do it well since we're taking away every soul you own and every bit of supernatural power you have. You will be mortal, and you will need to rely on others. Head to the castle. Your servants have prepared breakfast for you, your husband, and your three brilliant daughters. Be thankful we gave you this much warning." He begins to walk across the barren land into the suffocating fog at the edge of the kingdom. "I hope you like meat."
I am unruly in the stands
(I am a rock on top of the sand)
I am a fist amidst the hands
And I make a wreck out of my hand
(I make a fist and not a plan)
And I break it just because I can
*since I dint think this completely ending yet, I'll add some copies of these guys:*
Zenix is here, separated from the group because drama. He wanders through the forest,sword drawn as he keeps an eye out for friend or foe
Vega is walking along the path, attempting to find his friends
They both find Oval and Soul, badly scarred and scared for their lives.
*I'm guessing separately?*
Zenix tilts his head, "What are you two doing here?"
Vega calmly approaches, kneeling infront of them, "Hello little ones." He says in his usual gruff but soft voice
*quiet here, and yet my mental fit is absolutely fire*