Elegaytor
<...The main office. There's a device designed to entrap and restrain captives near the entrance, but I could probably seize it up before it did anything, and it probably isn't near as strong as the hard light he uses.>
…
(Stares off into space a moment, falling mentally silent.)
<...I will do all I can to put this m—... to put myself down. But there is no action I could possibly take to even begin to atone for the genocidal consequences of my actions as a human being, as him. Do not lose mind of this.>
(Lowers his large grub head.)
...Miss Caster? Are you—...?
(DING O SHIT the elevator is finally at the top. You can hear Shielder's voice, faintly, coming from the end of a long, darkened hall.)
(IT'S DO OR DIE, BOYS)
Genfen
(ahahaha y'know what, Y'AWL find the elevator to the top too, and hella dead Overwatches, dissolving into gold stuff. My oh my, what happened here?)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Bound to that hill...
(she turns away from Caster, suddenly uncomfortable for some reason)
(to everyone) Guys, come on. If you want to kill each other, do it after we're done.
(she takes a small step forward)
(Breengrub) <...You're my Servant, OK? Just do the best job that you can. That's all I want. Starting with that device you mentioned.>
edited 28th Jun '16 9:30:38 PM by foxmccloud4387
-Demotte confidently strides forward-
OOOOOOO Oooooooooooooooooooooooooh Shiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeelder~!
-Achrich has blanked out utterly-
THE OFFICE OF THE CITADEL
…
…
(Wordless nod.)
(Ditto.)
(As they near the great office, Shielder's voice becomes clearer and clearer. A reply quickly comes after Demotte's taunting call.)
...Oh, for fuck's sake! You're all—
(ZWOOSH, a buncha these things
◊ come down to try and trap erryone up, BUT)
(Breengrub halts them before they can grab anyone up, and the mechanical arms holding them start to smoke and spark.)
...Jesus Christ. All of the Citadel for you to scale, and you still haven't so much as tired... But, you see... It's already too late. I've come further than any of you could have expected, much further.
(Shielder stands near a large, fancy wood desk, smirking at the party.)
(Günther lays atop said desk, limp and breathing raggedly. His right arm hangs over the side of the desk, and there is a bleeding stump where his hand should be.)
(ahahaha, said hand is laying there on the floor in a BRETTY SIZEABLE pool of blood)
(WHAT DO)
ELEVATOR
(BOOOOOP, ELEVATOR RIDE, last call to plan your tactics afore the inevitable clash.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019

(pokepokepoke)