Endgame || Apocalypse

[melodiesmods]

Characters: Anyone
Where: Pandaemonium
When: March 05th
Summary: The first phase of endgame begins! The Heroes of Light are on their way to deal with Garland as they’ve left their unfinished businesses in the hands of their friends amongst the NPCs. How will it end? The mingle threads shall not be modded, only The Guardian will be modded. Please do not start individual threads for The Guardian, reply in a single thread. Starting from now on, the game is officially in endgame. Please do not post any new posts on Mognet or in the Log Community, unless they’re backdated to before this event. The second phase of endgame will be posted once The Killer Of World thread will have been unlocked and completed.
Warning: ̩̼͋ͬͅ.̷̳̗ͦͣ͐ͭͣͬ̈́ ̤̙ͫ̉.̨̯͖̗͓̥̭̣̂̄ͣ̏ͯͫ ̶̼̻̳ͫͧͥ̆.̭͎ͮ͂ ̳̤͓̖̫͌ͪͥ̄͗̐̌.͚͍̀ ͈̻̠̥̜ͦͦ̆ͨ͋.̼̹̹̠̟͚͎ ͙͇̲̘͖̉̌̒͂̈ͮ.͇͙͑̍̽ ̪̭̹̤͓̯̜ͦͣ̒̾͆͗ͦ͟.̝̯̲͗͊̽ ̛̙͌̈ͤ̚.̪̮̰̘͚̏ͦͤ ̲̼̺͓̣̝̐.͗ͨ͜ ̧́̑̄ͥ.ͬ͊̋ͣ ̝̠͍̭̯̽.́ ̊̽̈.̡̥̖̣͓̬̠̰͗͑͂ ͍̭̩̝̉͊̑̃̓ͤ̇.͆̔̀̈́̐̋ ͇̬̤̲͉̜͙̓̍ͦͯͤͥ̔.̯̻̺͔̰̞̙͋͡ ̻̼̣̮͖̮̋ͬ.̖̝̞ ͕̦̙̞̹̲̖̓̃.̌ͯͯ͟ ̺̘̪͊̊.̲͖ ̧̼̙̋ͦͧ̂́̑͑.̷̼̬̭͔͙̹̫ͦͧ̔̄͐̏ͫ ̱͎ͥͥ̈͝.̲̣͖̪͓̯ͩ̓̈̿ͧ̅́ ̪͈͚̺̦̝͎̒ͦ̇̚.̂̆ͯͦͩ̃̀̀ ̬͕̼̆.͎̃́͐̄͒̑ͪͅ ̠̳͎ͬ.̛̭͓͗͌ͪ ̴͉̱͉̘̯̟̔͐.̫̣̥̔͑͛́ ̝̭̤̜͖͎̙̈ͪ̿̓ͯ͂̚.̟̲̥̥͈̭̳̈̋ͥͦ ͔̩̈͋͐͗̚.͓̝̼͍̈ͧ͊ͅ ̥ͥ.̷̬͍͙ͥ̓͋ͅ ̪̯̠ͨ́̂.̱̙̘̫̰͕͈̎̓̊ ̧̻̃̎.̬̇̄ ̘̣̺̼ͯ͋̀.̯ͬ ̆͗͆̆̋͝.̴̞͖̫́ͬ͌̉̍̿ ̪̹̥͙̑ͅ.̵̻̮͓̉̃ͯ͑̊̈́̚ ͚̽̒̚͘.͇̮͇̻͍͈̠͂̓ͣ̀͡ ̩̠̖̋.̺͎͈̦̺̈́ͮͬ͌̋ͧͩ ̳̠͕͙̎ͩ͜.̛̆ͥ̒͑ ̘̠͓͚̱͗͜ͅ.̢̠̠̥͍̬̂̊͋͊̂̄̐ ̦͛.̰͚̫̱͙̩̅̓ ̲̜͌̒ͭ͑͠.̠̆̈̏͆̉ ̰̹̳̻̥̮̬ͨ̍̐̆͗ͫ͜.͕̥͔̳ͩ͞ ̣͓̥̑̍͊̽̄̀.̳̘̭ͭ̔̎̍͜ ̟̞̯̏.̙̯̦̞̱̘ͬ͐ͩ ̯̠̣͉̪̅̅ͣ́ͅ.̡͗̍̿͊͐͊ ̲̙́̽̽́.̝̟͇͈͚̿͝ ̑͜

Mingle Thread
The Guardian
The Killer Of Worlds

Comments

[deadlyvu]

[She didn't want to presume, okay? But she is totally happy with the hand-holding, and will lace their fingers together if she'll let him. Nor does she miss...whatever it was that crossed his face. But let it not be said she can't be perceptive.]

...I don't know.

[It's honest, her smile dropping. Moving to take a step closer, then daring to lean her head against his upper arm and shoulder.]

I feel like I've been on a rollercoaster that was fun the first few times, but now I just want it to stop. But it can't, and I can't make it.

[Then more quietly.]

It's not like the other big battles, either. It's...this is more like breaking out of the Heran Empire was, the escape, than anything else. Except we're going back in. I never wanted to see this place again.

[Just please ignore that shudder down her spine.]

[acceptedoblivion]

[Ira nods, gaze not leaving her as she answers. He doesn't quite understand the metaphor (what's a rollercoaster?), but he'll guess it's some kind of wild ride. It would fit, what with all that's happened up till this point. But then, that was his life in general.

He doesn't shy from her when she leans against him, leaning slightly towards her. A silent gesture, but one he'll follow up with words.]

I know what you mean. [He pauses, as if contemplating something.] I felt the same way, seeing the Tower again.

[He squeezes her hand once more. No, he didn't ignore that shudder - but for her sake, he won't mention it. Instead he holds out his free hand, Soul Eater appearing out of thin air and a small cloud of dark and darklight particles (thank Light he'd earned his weapon hammerspace back). He holds it out in front of them, before turning it so it's hilt was more towards her - edge outward, so as not to startle her further.]

I might end up on the front line, but I'll be your blade and shield both, if you need me to be.

[deadlyvu]

[Don't mind that there is a hint of red on too-pale cheeks. Her heart certainly just skipped a beat slightly too. Darn it Ira, stop that! Lydia sighed, and turned to lean in fully, free arm sliding around his waist and back. Careful of the weapon, and their armors, and still holding his hand.]

I'd...rather you remember what you said about coming back. No matter what.

[A slightly tighter hug, head going to his shoulder.]

I think we're all going to be on the front-lines this time. Whether we want to or not. I'll do my best to be careful, but I'll do what I must, to keep those I care for safe.

[Which includes you, buster.]

[acceptedoblivion]

[He won't mind it, on account of a similar hint playing at the top of his ears - conveniently hidden from view with his overly long hair. He really should get that cut, once this was all over. As she slides her arm around his waist and back, he shook his head.]

Don't worry, I will.

[The blade disappears from view as he sighs. "To keep those I care for safe," huh. Now where had he heard that before? Ah, right.]

"...To protect the things that matter, like my friends." [A beat.] My 'brother' was never the smooth talker he tried to be.

[Not like he was much better, but still!]

-But, that is one thing we agree about. [He squeezes her hand slightly. If she would insist on trying to protect him too, then he'll accept their mutually watching each other's backs.] I too will do what I must; I just wanted you to know you weren't alone.

[deadlyvu]

[There is a definite relaxing into the hug on her part, although Lydia kept her head on his shoulder a bit longer. Squeezing his hand back, and taking a deep breath before letting him have his space back at least. Enough to not be hugged anyways. She is keeping that hand held.]

Thank you.

[A smile, but there is determination in dark eyes that she is making sure meet his own.]

You aren't either. You've never been anyone other than Ira to me, and you don't have to be anyone other than yourself.

[The smile grows a bit, more like her usual playful self.]

Darkness has never bothered me, considering I'm more comfortable among the dead than the living, and my whole life has been a dark room.

so guess who found these tags again in their inbox 5 years late and no tea to show for it? orz

[acceptedoblivion]

[He lets her go when she pulled away ever so slightly, not wanting to force anything (wait, force what?); nodding at her words of gratitude. Though what she said next gave him pause. "You aren't either" was almost as easily brushed aside as how obvious his eyes widening had likely become.

... Of course. Anyone here would have thought that. None of them knew the guy he was a mimicry of. Yet, he smiles - albeit awkwardly.]

Not that I ever doubted that, but- [He rubs the back of his neck with his now free hand.] It's... good to hear.

[Clearing his throat, he shakes his head.]

You know, I'm still learning what that is.

[deadlyvu]

[There's an impish smile on her face.]

What, life? Dark room? friends? I don't know....

[Definitely an impish grin, and a squeeze of their joined hands.]

You're pretty good at friends.