City
-Cloud-
Right. It looks that way, doesn't it?
-Luis-
Guess so.
-Fen-
He's incapacitated you again then.
Yes. It was I, Kazfiel the divine.
Some angel you are.
Yes, I am.
-Kazfiel floats, tense-
Right. So if you're an angel... that raises a few questions. About, well, the whole scheme of things.
Something like you, speaking of the truth behind life? All you are is a simple pagan spirit of this city. A demon. You are nothing.
Come on, I'm sure you can answer a few questions.
-There is a pause-
If you must.
Moses had a burnt tongue, right? It meant he couldn't talk well.
-The angel's face looks odd-
Yes, I suppose.
Do you know why his tongue was burnt?
What does this-
It was from eating out the burning b-
-There is an explosion of sound and light as the angel blurs forward, an expression of fury etched upon its face, sword extended-
-There is a bang-
-And John is nailed against the wall-
Thy life is at an end, blasphemer!
-The angel goes to pull the sword away
-
-But John lunges forward and holds his arm tight-
What-
You were right you know. I'm not human. And you shouldn't have trusted me. This side of me, well... I can't control it.
-The angel struggles in his grip, but John squeezes and there is a cracking sound-
But right now, that doesn't matter. You know why?
Let go of me, you filth, you-
-He headbutts him, and the angel bleeds, staggering back-
Because right now both halves of me want the same thing.
-The air is changing, the seals on the door ahead weakening-
-The angel's eyes narrow-
Of course. This is your territory, isn't it? Your little spirit hole. This human living-
-John hits the angel again, up and through the roof, and a stormy sky can be seen-
-The sound of someone leaping in surprise can be heard in the next room over-
-The angel hangs in the air, channeling the lightning so that it falls like the judgement of a god on John-
-But he braces himself against the ground and leaps-
Get the hell out of my city.
-All along the way up, the angel smites John-
-But he keeps on rising, until he at the same level as the angel, clinging desperately to it-
-As the angel, in a holy rage, impales him again, and again and again and again and again, each blow ten times more powerful than the last-
You said this was my territory? Damn... right. Here... I make the... rules... and I say... your "wards"... are...
-The angel's sword is wreathed in lightning and in flame, and it plunges it dead into where John's heart should lie-
-John grabs a wing with each hand-
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-
-And kicks-
-The force of the kick rocks the entire city, and the sky fills with light-
-There is a tearing sound, as two of the angel's wings are ripped off-
-And the seals on the party are broken-
-John falls back to the floor of the room, his armour melting away-
-With far too many holes in his body-
-The angel hangs panting in the sky-
-Bleeding some strange substance, but clearly better off than John-
-It slowly descends back toward the party-
-It does not seem to have noticed the fate of its seals-
Thus... is the destiny... of all who would defy the... Will.
Battlefield
-ALL PURPLETEXT IS GIGOLO IN THIS POST, REVAN IS NOT TALKING thank u for consideration-
-He dead Assassin-
-Lance-
Well, I had my own matters to take care of.
-Imuka-
I gather because those gentlemen wanted Conception to occur, and were willing to kill you to prevent that.
Shortsighted, really.
Come on. You need transport don't you? I believe there is something you should see outside.
-Sam-
Me.
-Lance the second-
S-stil experimental... they must have been wearing them for the first time. Not used to-
-Shuts up when he realises he was speaking-
-Stanton looks at the party-
You need to go to New Metropolis. That is the biggest threat right now. I cannot join you. I have to stay here, and clean things up. No doubt more Messians will be revealed.
May God help you ladies and gentlemen. Save this planet.
-Gigolo's lips twitch-
edited 10th Mar '16 11:14:36 PM by ThanatoSeraph
heh, so thats why. Well they got what they had coming to them then if they were that arrogant
-Lance looks over at Stanton and salutes-
it was good working with you General, make sure you stay alive through this mess
-then he looks at Gigolo as he starts heading out himself-
you coming with us or staying here?
edited 10th Mar '16 10:26:42 PM by Bcom
Go, go, go—
-John falls-
...Go...
-Sora reaches out to help him, but Cloud's on him faster-
-But as it occurs to him that he just moved, Sora sees an opportunity-
...Thanks, John...
-Looks back at Kazfiel and stands-
Destiny Shmestiny! You're gonna pay for messing with all of us like that! Light!
-Sora explodes into his Limit Form and rushes at him, starting up the Ragnarok and swinging at him multiple times-
-Salutes-
Can do!
-Starts running back outside-
mario is red, i am green, i try my best, but everyone's meanAnd you as well. I pray that you will not suffer.
-She goes silent and still for a moment, then-
-Dot's body vanishes in a brilliant, all-consuming flash of white light-
-An intangible wave of divine power ripples off of the light, angry and momentous-
-Everyone around feels it; it's as if a wellspring of undiluted cosmic energy just sprung open everywhere-
-The light eventually, slowly fades, and the divine presence only gets stronger-
-A titanic machine appears where she stood, as tall as entire buildings
◊-
-It exudes pure, raw power-
-That same white light pours out of every orifice on its body, from its eyes to each and every joint-
-A voice without words or sound reaches out across the room-
-It speaks of unity, justice, and fortitude-
-With it is the entire thought of a civilization, vast and unknowable and overpowering in its breadth-
-At first there is a chorus of harmony, then it turns to righteous anger and discordant fury-
-Kazfiel feels the touch of the consciousness of Yrala, the indomitable will of Me'hron, the Resplendent First Man and God of War, Standard-Bearer of Mankind's Legions, and the raucous strength of Tallis Theraken, Artificer Supreme of the World, Progenitor and Architect of Technology-
-They are not happy-
-The machine shudders violently, then uprights itself-
-A smooth baritone, rendered tinny by speakers, rings out from it-
Running pre-operation diagnostics. Power supply: ready. Kinetic shielding: ready. Life support: ready. Auxiliary power supply: ready. Hydraulics system: ready. Distal cannons: ready. Proximal batteries: ready. Ventral cannon: ready. Dorsal point-defense: ready. Sensory array: ready. All systems ready.
-The vast machine turns its head to Kazfiel, light pouring out from its eyes-
IH-9 is online. Hostile presence detected. Allied AGK units not present. Per Emergency Field Ordinance, IH-9 taking unilateral action.
-It takes a step forward, its arms reforming into gargantuan cannons and laser turrets popping out of its back-
-Missile pods come out of its back-
-The barrels of the cannons ooze a searing radiance-
Proceeding to engage.
-One cannon is raised and a bolt of pristine godly energy is forcefully shunted right for him, making the very fabric of space contort with pain as it hurtles toward him-
edited 10th Mar '16 10:44:44 PM by ramuf

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