The Vagrant
Aura stands up, looking into empty space.
Then, she looks at Wanda.
"...Why aren't you firing magic bolts at me right now? Isn't that what heroes do to villains who are sadistic?"
edited 11th Sep '15 7:05:07 PM by SymeSynth
Creator of the Avatar Arena and its Discord server.
Hakkyou and her charges pause. Perhaps... they should sort out this patient later. They float back slowly, as one might so as to not make a animal pounce, before quickly flying off as fast as they can.
*She flinches upon hearing that word.*
...What about death?
The fact that only 140 characters are allowed here is honestly so disappointing to me.
"Because I want answers, dammit," Wanda says to Aura. "I mean, why are you, of all people, suddenly taking care of that boy and acting like you're his mother or something? Knowing you, I'm surprised that you haven't already tortured him to death at this point."
He still keeps his head buried in his knees, but keeps talking.
"At the end of the game, I will die."
He slowly turns his head to Femji. His expression is filled with despair.
"That's why I didn't want to accept your feelings. The whole purpose of this game is for me to die in the end. Only then can I reach my goal."
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.
The Vagrant
Aura looks at Wanda.
"...Because I care about his welfare."
She laughs bitterly.
"You know what? Fuck all the facades right now... I don't care any more. Besides, the death I've so longed for is coming soon..."
Creator of the Avatar Arena and its Discord server.
...No.
*She stares, absolutely resolute, into his eyes.*
You had better not be implying that this whole game you're playing is just a glorified suicide.
The fact that only 140 characters are allowed here is honestly so disappointing to me.
"What? No!"
He gets up.
"I'm supposed to die at the end, but that isn't the reason why I'm doing this!"
Despite still having those killer eyes, he looks somewhat... broken.
"The reason I'm doing this is because..."
He hesitates. Should he says it? His chances would greatly diminish if he did.
"..."
He may regret it, but he decides to trust her.
"It's the only way I can pass on to the afterlife."
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.
Everyday's great at your Junes
"Alright." he says, wrapping his arms around him. "Want me ta carry ya back to the room?"
Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.
"You... actually care about this boy's well-being? That's... very unlike the Aura I know," Wanda says to Aura, raising an eyebrow. "And what's this about facades and longing for death?"
"Are you saying you faked being a sadistic woman the whole time?" He asks Aura.
"That's not necessary, but sure, if you want to." He says to Duncan.
...You mean...
*She just freezes up, unsure what to say anymore.*
...
*While there are a few sounds coming from her, they just... break. As if she's forgotten how to form words.*
The fact that only 140 characters are allowed here is honestly so disappointing to me.
Everyday's great at your Junes
"I don't imagine being a sadist is easy to fake..." Duncan comments.
Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.
The Vagrant
Aura just looks down.
"I want to die. That's the only way I can atone for everything I've done."
She laughs again, crying at the same time.
"I want to be killed as horribly and gruesomely as possible. I want that to happen over and over again... until my Final Battle. Then, everyone is free to do whatever they want."
Creator of the Avatar Arena and its Discord server.
Something something smithy
The Silver Destroyer floats by the door, giving a glare that could knock out an elephant to Wanda and Aura as he floats past.
ಠ_ಠ
Something something Arena.
"You... actually feel guilt and remorse for everything that you've done?" Wanda asks Aura. "How long have you been like this, Aura?"
"...I'll... explain everything."
He looks at her, looking sad.
"When I died in my world, it was through suicide. Hanging, out of desperation to escape my fate. Little did I know though, that people who die by suicide, do not end up in an afterlife. ...They end up in the realm of Nothingness, doomed to fall into slumber and never have awareness again."
He shakes his head.
"However, I didn't give into slumber. I kept myself awake through willpower. Then, one day, it appeared. A bright, humanoid being of light approached me, calling itself the Great Light of Nothing, asking me why I didn't make peace with my fate. I told him my backstory, of how my life and sanity were completely destroyed at the age of ten, how I struggled to keep my growing insanity under control in society, how I eventually murdered the one responsible, and later, my uncle and his daughter, for tormenting my aunt, the only person in my life I still cared for."
He sighs sadly.
"He told me that he'd give me a chance for an afterlife. I don't know why he made an exception for me, but I accepted. He couldn't bring me back to life, and Nothingess was the only other option. He told me that, in order to do this, I needed to find a regret of mine, and act from there. Keep going until that regret is gone. I had so many regrets, most of them impossible. But then... I found one that I deemed possible."
He smiles sadly.
"An unfinished game of chess, with my best friend from when I was alive. Going by that game, if I won, I would be able to get through my regret, and pass on to the afterlife. But if I lose, I will forever be stuck, never able to pass on, and the only escape would the the deafening silence of Nothingess. He told me that a simple game in itself wasn't enough though. Due to the large scales of regrets, I needed to play a game on a large scale. A living scale."
He sighs again.
"So I came to the Arena, and began planning, and collecting 'pieces', for this demented game that provides me with my last chance of an afterlife."
He lowers his head.
"That's my reason, and my goal."
edited 11th Sep '15 7:28:02 PM by DevilPsyco
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.
The Vagrant
"I've always been in this state."
Aura just stares off into space again.
"That's the reason why I joined the Gamemaster: I want to die."
Creator of the Avatar Arena and its Discord server.
"There are better things to do if you want to redeem yourself, you know."
The Vagrant
"It's too late for me."
"I've already committed a large-scale massacre of innocents. The only way I can atone... and satisfy myself... is by dying."
Aura sighs.
"Besides, I can't turn away from my fate now. I've joined the Gamemaster's side, and my death is inevitable because of it."
edited 11th Sep '15 7:32:13 PM by SymeSynth
Creator of the Avatar Arena and its Discord server.
Something something smithy
The Silver Destroyer begins to wander the Arena.
Something something Arena.
...So... you... This is all to move on... To be free...
*She seems to be visibly tearing up slightly.*
...And... Despite anything and everything good that has or may have happened to make things not completely unbearable... You're absolutely determined to do this? There isn't anything that could convince you otherwise?
The fact that only 140 characters are allowed here is honestly so disappointing to me.
Everyday's great at your Junes
"Yeah. Dying is just...giving up. That takes no meaningful effort at all."
Old habits die hard, especially when no one else lets them die either.
"Aura. We're quite similar. Do you see me giving up and wishing just to die?"
He's still locked out, mentally closed off.
...Or so it appears, as he suddenly says something.
"Death."
In the year 202X, all is devastation... Soon, any last shred of hope had by the saintliest optimist shall die and decay.