melodiesofeternity | Apocalypse || Sen Riqeaux Castle

Kisegawa had been ready to lash out, to summon something to wipe that smarmy smile off Ramaa's face. That plan was instantly thrown out the window when Sylvarie ran into the fray.

"Wha--" She didn't even manage to get the word out before Patches forced his way into control. "Varie!"

Thank the heavens for Kenichi and his chocobo. Patches dashed up to the bird, the battle forgotten, to support Sylvarie as she was lowered to the ground.

"A-Are you okay? Don't scare me like that!"

Marinette couldn't even remember the last time she'd been at such a loss for words around Adrien. The only difference was this time she honestly had no idea what to say. Dealing with Papillon had been a nightmare at times, but it had never been this bad.

"I always figured we'd eventually figure out a way to go home." She'd imagined at least half a dozen different scenarios for saying goodbye to this world. Not surprisingly, this had never been one of them.

"This is usually the part where I'd tell you not to give up hope, but I feel like it's a little late for that..."

It wasn't like she could just transform into Ladybug and go off to fight Bahamut. And even if she could, there was no telling how effective she'd be.

"Yeah, me too..." He'd certainly thought of ways about leaving; maybe even entertained the possibilities of coming back, but maybe dying was new.

"... It might be a little late for here, but... she's threatening our worlds too, right?"

Besides that, there was still some of this world that could be protected... right?

The Empress didn't make a move as Undyne threw her spear at her. She looked confident as ever, all until Sylvarie moved to protect her. Her eyes widened in surprise and... Was it horror? But it was too late as her skill went off. Within a split second, Undyne's position and Ramaa's are switched: practically speaking, this means Undyne ends up being on the receiving end of her own spear. Meanwhile, the Empress is safe at the spot where Undyne used to be.

Ramaa scowled from her new position, muttering as she saw Sylvarie and Kenichi in a safe spot.

".......Idiot!"

But soon her smile returned, and every attack aimed at her met with the same fate: she swapped her position with whoever her attacker was, resulting in them being on the receiving end of their very attack.

”DEAR SYLVARIE, YOUR FAMILY SHOULD BE PROUD OF YOUR PURE HEART. AND SHAME ON YOU, LADY RAMAA, FOR DISHONORING THIS ACT OF KINDNESS!”

Ganeshan lets his voice boom as he moves in front of Terra after he got hit with his own holy blade, and uses a Cura on him to heal his wounds.

Nozomi resisted the urge to facepalm. She was right on the money - Ramaa had a resistance to everyone's attacks. "Everyone, stop attacking! If she's doing that, then we're wasting our time!"

Having already transformed into Cure Dream earlier, she ended up running to Corrin's aid and using the Precure Dream Shoot on her, healing her slightly.

With a moment of quick triage- whose attacks seem likely to have inflicted the most harm on themselves, and who's not already being helped- Plague Knight pulls out a second so he has one for the next injury, and rushes over to Tyzias, shoving it into her hands after she eats her own attack, or even right into her mouth if she knocked herself down.

"Drink this, quickly now- those weapons of yours seem deadly indeed, heal up before the pain really sets in, hee hee! We're not even at the main event yet it seems!"

Edited (Forgot what mega potions do, definitely not using one of those right now.) 2019-03-12 13:40 (UTC)

"It is a story that has played out in variations with every species, on every world," S'reee said. "One the wizards of my sheaf of worlds have interacted with. But, did you have to involve everyone else of this world? What gave you the desire to make the choice for everyone here?"

"Unless someone has a clever solution, it looks like talking and defense are what we have," S'reee said.

So. That's what it felt like.

Ow.

For a moment, all Tyzias can do is look down at the gaping hole in her stomach, her blank expression almost comical.

Then she falls to her knees, vomiting blood as the teal fluid leaks out of her wound. She's too incoherent from the pain to take Plague Knight's offered potion voluntarily, but as the wound slowly begins closing up she fumbles another hi-potion out of her pocket, gulping it down greedily. "Thanks," she gasps, the agony still too much for her to move, think, or say too much.

It takes a second for Finn to realize what just happened. He'd been deposited in another position and then hit with what felt like a rock.

Taking in the scene around him, he quickly realizes what it had been and how close that was. Shaken up more than he would have liked, his eyes found Ramaa or Kalki or whoever she was off to the side, unharmed.

"Okay." Finn shakes himself, gripping his hands to ensure that, yes, he's still alive. "Okay. I'm all for restraining her now!"

He moves towards Ramaa.

Terra's head spun for a moment as the skill took effect, and then he was dropping to one knee as his own Holy Blade sliced into him, the worst of it blunted by the armor but still more than enough to make him stagger.

He looked up gratefully at Ganeshan's healing and struggled back to his feet. "I'm fine," he insisted in the face of all evidence to the contrary. "Just - wasn't expecting that." And now he feels kind of foolish for thinking she wouldn't have some trick of the kind prepared.

He had his own Cura, and used it on Tressa, who no doubt needed it after taking her own shot.

Uendo doesn't even notice Tyzias until she grips his hand. The physical contact gets through the haze of fear, just for a moment, and he slowly looks up, blinking. Ah... She was that person from the library, wasn't she...? And some other excursions too...?

He tries to say something -- to thank her, to assure her he's fine -- but the words don't come out. Geez, losing his nerve at a time like this... Luckily Patches comes to his rescue, quietly taking over and squeezing Tyzias' hand in return.

"Whoops, do I look that depressed?" It's hard to give a convincing smile when he's still feeling Uendo's anxiety, but he manages one anyway. "...Seriously though... Thanks. You're a pal."

As soon as the arrow pierced through her skin, Tressa let loose a cry of agony, falling to one knee before ripping the arrow from her wound. So the empress had a gimmick up her sleeve... honestly, she should have expected that, but it still took her by surprise. Honestly, who would think that would happen?

Though the pain had soon lessened greatly, thanks to Terra's Cura. Rising from her feet, Tressa turned to him and nodded.

"Thanks, I needed that."

Edited 2019-03-12 16:13 (UTC)

"It hurts, doesn't it? The realization that everything you've done — Everything you will ever do — Means absolutely nothing."

A smile.

"Dear Selphie, life, existence, has no meaning. Your sacrifice, therefore, has none as well."

"That is, most unfortunately, quite true true. Have you seen the people of this world?"

She turned around and looked back down at the city.

"Bahamut has yet to appear, and yet they already are well on their way to extinction. It is not so surprising, I suppose. I am one of them, too. I opted to go about it the worst possible way, it is no wonder this is the path they would as well."

"The choice is shared, dear. Have you not seen how quick the people of this world are to throw their lives away? Chaos and death took them within a moment. It's not just my choice. They also willed it."

Undyne, now in a different place from where she was before, turned around, slightly confused, when her spear hit her right in her robotic eye. It malfunctioned a bit, flaring up brighter than it ever did before, and her vision was slightly blurry now.

Nevertheless, Undyne was determined to not let Ramaa win, though she knew after that, that she couldn't attack Ramaa directly. She decided to try to brainstorm possible attack strategies.

It takes several seconds for her voice to register. Another several seconds for Uendo's eyes to find and focus on her face. Castor.

"'m alright," he mumbles, and immediately feels like a fool for it. He's a rakugo artist. He's always supposed to have something to say. Why is he struggling to form words now, right when they're all in a dire need of a morale boost? Shisho would be so embarrassed if he were here...

But at least being yelled at by his master would be comforting in its familiarity. Safe. There's no such safety here, or anywhere. Nowhere to run.

"I--" I'm alright, he tries to say again, as if repeating it might make it more true. His voice gives out before he can manage even that much.

"But they did not choose to summon Bahamut, only how they reacted to the summoning. And it is possible to alter the... one would call it the emotional balance of a world, if one has power. Or assistance from a Power. To make hope and love harder and anger and sadness the only emotions that are felt strongly. All of us have both in our hearts, after all. You say this is just the nature of this world, but could it not be your own summoning that has caused this change in people?"

S'reee remembered the Pullullus War, and hearing reports from her landside counterparts as everyone tried to hold the planet's various species together while others sought the underlying cause.

"The first thought is disbelief." Megatron replies evenly, not taking his eyes off the blasted and broken landscape below. "That you honestly thought it would be so simple to just push me off the edge of the airship." Where Starscream was concerned, Megatron had a finely-tuned awareness and he'd felt the other 'bot come up behind him and lurk there for several moments. "The second, I suppose, is disappointment." Now he turns to regard Starscream. "That whatever your grievances with the Megatron of your own universe, I am not him. There is no Great War here, no Autobots vs. Decepticons conflict unless we decide that there has to be. Our relationship here does not have to be the same, Starscream. I urge you to consider that possibility. After all, what is our rivalry in the face of all this-" And Megatron spreads his arm out towards the view below them. "-the end of all things?"

The distant notes slowly drifted through Uendo's consciousness. He couldn't bring himself to leave his seat -- but Patches did, perking up and looking around until he spotted Sylvarie.

If he was this frightened, how bad must it be for her? It was her world being torn apart out there. The people she'd known all her life were right in the middle of the despair and strife. And still she was here to look after everyone, instead of going home to her family...

Patches quietly moved to her side of the ship. He wanted to say something, but he'd feel kinda bad for interrupting her song...

Blast. Of course she'd have defenses prepared; Ramaa would have been ready for them to make a move at her once she'd so casually revealed her true intentions to them. And now it's clear just how powerful she truly must be.

Megatron quickly summons forth an [Eos] to begin attending to the other wounded. They would probably need several Eoses out in the battle to come.

But he does note Ramaa's protectiveness towards...Sylvarie, was it? She had actually looked horrified for the brief second that the girl had interposed herself between the incoming attacks and Ramaa herself. Why would someone so hell-bent on the destruction of this world and every other care at all for the life of a single person?

"If you are truly as committed to this path as you say you are, Ramaa, why should Sylvarie's safety matter to you?" He asks. "Who is she to you except another victim to be sacrificed on the altar of your ambitions?"

Corrin's grip tightens on her sword. "For something so entertaining, you're the only one laughing, Ramaa. You're just like my father. ...No, that's not right. My father was killed and hollowed out by something malevolent, evil, and insane. The real King Garon would never have wanted or allowed the acts that the thing that replaced him carried out in his name. You're not the same as my father, you're the thing that killed him."

She points her sword towards Ramaa. "But I killed that creature with this sword to save my homes, both of them, so don't think for one second that I won't hesitate to do the same to you to save this world and every other one too."

Kisegawa took over once more, about ready to scold Sylvarie, but Megatron's point gave her a pause. She hadn't imagined it, then. Ramaa's composure had crumbled for a moment -- and it hadn't been just once, either...

They were missing something.

"...This is still an act, isn't it?" She turned to face Ramaa, eyes narrowed. "You're laying it on far too thick with this whole evil madwoman routine, then slipping up the second something unexpected happens. Like an amateur performer who can't stay in character.

"Just what are you trying to pull here, Your Majesty? You could just act natural and we'd have no less cause to despise you. Why are you making such a big show of how terrible you are?"

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