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cancry2023-01-15 05:24 pm
cancrymods) wrote in cancry2023-01-15 05:24 pm
descent
Like flakes of snow, the days spent in the Sloth Layer slowly but surely begin piling up. Life here is quiet and easy, even with the anxiety that comes with needing to move onto the next layer. But as the days drag out, so do the mysteries at play here – with the gradual uncovering of the odd doppelgangers and the seeming lack of any way to proceed to the next layer, it leaves the Executors at a loss for what to do. Until one day, everything changes. It comes entirely without warning – the ground lurches under everyone's feet in a sickeningly familiar way as a brief but violent earthquake rattles through the town. Then all of you feel it; a snapping sensation deep from the very foundations of Purgatory followed by the most cataclysmic impact any of you have experienced in your lives – or unlives. Snow explodes up from the ground, houses creak and lurch and the whole layer seems as though it might shatter apart under your feet. It seems like it's going to last forever. Then, finally, it stops. The silence that follows is even more pronounced in comparison to the hell-rattling noise from before, but as some semblance of calm starts to return, you realize several things. First is how eerily quiet the town is. Surely after all that, you'd hear a Specter or two... but there's nothing. Secondly – a splash of something wet strikes your cheek. Then again. Until it becomes clear that the weather has taken a sudden drastic turn and in place of the gentle snowfall from before, the heavens have opened with a torrential rainfall. Why? Possibly because of the steadily growing heat you suddenly feel burning up through the foundation of the layer and radiating out through the town. Will you investigate? | |
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He sees it. He recognizes it. This hate that is wide and blanketing- that would ruin everything around it by it's mere existence. How could he not?]
Poor, pathetic beast. What ghosts are you snapping at? It matters not, I will put you to rest and show you the power of rage given purpose!
[His weapon is shattered, but he doesn't need it, tearing at the spot he was focusing on with laser intensity. Any pain and suffering of his allies and himself just fueled his need to cut a bit deeper, to wrap his teeth around the danger and never let go, like an Aegir hound at a horse's belly. Stubborn and mad but, unlike this creature, with a pure hot rightousness]
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Wolfsbane twirls her halberd and grasps it tightly, growling as she casts again.]
You think you can stifle a burning heart like mine? I don't care if they said I was untalented, I don't care if even these people don't understand! I! Am the new Carmine Witch!
[A pillar of flame will shoot up under Samael, if she doesn't manage to dodge.]
And this kind of thing is my domain!
[And with that, the fire will turn into ice. Hope you dodged in time!]
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Lashing out, like a boy with a whip. Lashing out, thoughtlessly, because it was easier than powering through. Easier than thinking.
It doesn't have to be that way. It doesn't have to be mindless.
They've awoken. That's not a bad thing. Monarch frees himself of his own webbing, running towards the fight, towards the ice - he'll climb it, if he has to, to get there, to help.
And he screams, hoarse in the drying air. ]
Lion-san! Look for a weak point!!
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[Veil is... not doing much other than using her second Attack Order, actually. With this heat, it's hard to to do much that's physical and shout at the same time.]
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Brilliant and gold like the sun, a simple strum is all it takes to erect it, and while it can’t cover all of them it can at least take care of those close to him, those who also can’t contribute much else. ]