melodiesoflife | Endgame || Apocalypse

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Endgame || Apocalypse

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.
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Mingle Thread
The Guardian
The Killer Of Worlds

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Who can say. ( is her honest answer. followed by an even more honestly— ) Though it might be better off for them if they were.

( there's a nearly slow-motion turn away from the two children that huddled together before the crystal impact, no doubt seeking comfort in one another as the apocalyptic bang dawned on them... which was enough for her to click her tongue in disgust. )

How could someone do this to their own people, above all. ( no doubt they had trusted in garland's leadership. just like... )

Yeah. They might've...gone mad otherwise.

[Or are going mad? When people are in Crystal Stasis, they don't feel anything, right? But he also knows what it likes to be put in a situation where...you're not yourself and someone else is controlling your actions. They both have plenty of reason to find something personal about this.

He stares at the children, too, but he's more focused on Midna's reaction. After a moment of thinking it over, he snatches her out of the air.]

You sound like you've got something on your mind. What's up?

It... reminds me of something. ( it was seldom, if ever, that midna spoke of her past outside of this world. but it was different talking with dylas now. maybe... it wouldn't be too terrible to tell him more about herself. ) Of my home.

Those people— no, all of us. We too suffered under the hand of a mad king. ( her eye narrowed as she remained staring at the frozen faces just in front of her. if anyone could understand, it was probably him. )

Someone they probably thought could be trusted, hmph. It's no wonder so many worlds have such little faith in their leaders. ( she too had let them down, after all. )

[He gets the impression she's not talking about the Arbiter's Grounds or the snowy mountains. While he'd been there with her, he never really got the impression that she was home. It was just her world, like there was a distinct difference.]

I...didn't know anything about that. [His tail flicks low behind them and then curls between his legs, resting against his pants.] I couldn't ever get in the head of a leader. They have to make all the decisions, even the worst ones. And having a mad ruler is even worse than that.

[He sounds like he might have some experience dealing with royalty, but he's not going to say anything on that unless he's probed. He's more concerned about Midna right now.]

So, when we're done here, we'll just have to go back to your place and kick this king's ass, right?

[He's never mentioned going home with Midna before, and he doesn't really realize that's what he's implying.]

( and usually, that was just the way she liked it. no one knowing anything about it. but for some reason, it felt... liberating? good?— not entirely awful to say it out loud, this time. to someone that she knew she could trust.

with a quiet— ) Hn. ( she smirks, exposing a fang at his response. even link's silence was more eloquent than that, but she couldn't help but feel that his words suited her better. )

Oh~? ( her playful tone is back again, as she turns, slinking up alongside of him and resting an elbow on his shoulder. ) You know, perhaps you might be well-suited to those cursed lands, a place where even the light dreads to go, heehee.

Though I can think of no better occasion for you to visit than to silence a false king and his cackling jester.

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[A place where the light dreads to go. He's faced his Shadow. He's done telling himself he's always a monster. But if Midna were there...]

If you were there, that'd be enough light for me.

[Gods, what is he even saying. He's just going to turn away and hide his face with his hand. There's a word in what Midna says that really gets to him. The word 'visit'.]

I'd never thought about it before, but...I don't think I'm talking about just visiting.

( it's a rare moment in time where midna doesn't quite know what to say to that. he's caught her off-guard enough that her mouth hangs slightly agape, as she considers the weight of his words.

somewhere along the way, their bond had strengthened into this. she looks him over, mouth closed now and eye heavy-lidded. to think he could have come so far as to say something like that to her... not to mention while she still looked like this. )

Dylas, I—... ( there's something in her that wants to refuse, but in light of the recent events, there's a louder voice she cares to listen to. the one that doesn't want to have to leave him behind.

it's that side of her that brings a wry smile back to her half-concealed face, as she leans slightly closer into him. ) Are you blushing~?

[well his body definitely physically prefers midna's other body but we ain't gonna talk about that

He's not blushing, actually, which is revealed when he slowly moves his hand off of his face. It's a vampire thing, a wendigo thing. Can't really do the whole "blood rushing to the face" when he's kind of semi-undead because of his job.]

Hah. You wish I'd do something stupid like blushing. I'm not a kid.

[There's a cocky smirk to his face, but it fades to an expression that's softer. His ears flick up happily instead.]

I met my own king once, you know. I should hate him. I think he wanted me to hate him, but I never did. We all did what we had to back then. And I'll do what I have to here, too.

( as he moves that hand, midna seems to become keenly aware of just how close their faces are... the expression on her face going blank for a moment, before realizing her own position, and her body... as she turns away. he might not have been blushing, but that closeness that she craved, even in this form, well...

she was no kid either! so thank god for the change of subject, was all she could think as she re-composed herself, clearing her throat quietly. dylas also never talked much about his world... his worlds, perhaps was more accurate. )

You're right, you know. Sometimes making hard decisions in a role like that, when you know you can't please everyone, well... ( she can't help but draw the parallels of her own position into what he's saying... ) I think your king, or any ruler really— would be happy to hear someone like you say that.

( she did, at least. )

[If she wants to be close to him, and Dylas gets the feeling that she does, he can change that. He's not sure why he gets that feeling. Maybe he's getting better at reading Midna, maybe he wants to be around her more. Their closeness is more than just mental and emotional and social sometimes, what with his Twilight Princess making a throne out of his antlers.

So he he reaches out and pulls her back to him before she can float too far away. He's clothed, but it's still a hug, even if their sizes make it a little weird.

It's also easier to talk when he's not looking at her.]

Someone had to die for the land to become prosperous again. It was dying, so I decided to be the sacrifice. The King...his subjects, the villagers...they left the cell door open and waited for me to run, but I never did.

[Life meant nothing to him, but it means something to him now.]

I'm not going to do that again. It's not even important, I just...wanted you to hear it.

( her eye widens right from the moment she feels that tug in towards him. there's no resistance, there's no time for it even if she wanted to resist anyway, and before she knows it... midna is pressed into the soft fur of his chest.

she's listening to his words, amidst the silence in his chest where a beating heart should be. and although the dead and undead alike are usually cold, there's a warmth that comes from her all her own, thanks to this embrace. )

You're wrong... ( her voice is low, as she unconsciously buries her face just a little more into him. ) It is important! It's important because... you're important. ( to her, most of all.

and after a few more seconds of nothing, there's the quietest of scoffs. ) But of course you'd so something stupid like that, anyway. That's just... like you.

( just like the time in aqures ixen... )

[~~tfw you hug your gf but she's a baby~~

When he's done speaking, he exhales a sigh of relief. He's not exactly fond of those memories, of those days. Ryslig and his first death (to become undead) and his later permanent death did little to bring him back to understanding why living was such a great thing.

But he thinks he gets it now. He's getting better at wanting things, and the thing he wants most is already in his arms.]

Can you say that a little louder? [His ears flick up and down a little.] I like hearing that coming from you.

[He's teasing, of course, but back to the story at hand.]

So...that's why I think it's tough to be royalty. It's...gotta be really hard to be one of the good ones.

Hmph. ( she can't even fool herself, she likes it. that's what has her pressing a small hand against his chest and pushing herself slightly away from him at the first comment.

there's a fang that protrudes with the smirk she gives him, matching his own. when she finally relinquishes her grip on him and starts to drift away just a little more, her expression grows more sombre. )

Tough, huh. That's... You're not far from the mark. ( which is right about the time she withdraws a little more. ) But what about... those that flee their people? Royalty that runs when they don't know what else to do. A ruler that hides in the shadows, powerless...

It doesn't sound like your king was as spineless as that.

A powerless ruler, huh?

[He's a bit sad to see her go. He likes having Midna in his arms, and he also liked not having her look so serious. Because he feels like an idiot most of the time and doesn't want to answer her question with the wrong answer.

It's a little stressful! But he'll do his best.

He crosses his arms, tail swishing idly as he thinks about it.]

I dunno. I guess it'd depend on why they left. It doesn't sound like a great thing to do, but if they're powerless...maybe they just need help?

( he was right on the money. it was beyond her reasoning as to how or why he could be so bang on when she talked so vaguely about her own life but... she couldn't deny that it was precisely what she both wanted, and maybe even needed to hear. )

Help... ( there's a pause, and she's grasping for her elbow with the opposite hand, looking more than a little vulnerable. )

And would you— be willing to help a person like that? ( she doesn't meet his eyes. not yet. not until she lets the last part slip... )

A person like me?

[If Midna had phrased things differently. If she'd said "only ran," or "left them forever," he'd have said something differently. But she'd said powerless.

He's not sure what she's getting at. He listens, watches her carefully, his ears flicking towards her. All of his attention is trained on her instead of shying away.]

Yeah, I'd help someone...wait...hold on. Hold on. Hold it.

[A person like that. A person like me. Let him connect the dots.]

You're a king?!

[#rip]

( congratulations on your 312th ruining of everything dylas!
midna momentarily freezes with a— ) Gh—!

( as she seems to prickle, but releases her grip on her other arm instead, relaxing. this buffonery had become something she appreciated now, and cracked him a wry smile as she turned back towards him fully, hands on her hips. )

A princess, you dolt.

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[Holy shit, he's in love with a princess. He covers his face with his hand, doing that thing where he covers up a blush that will never come. His tail starts to flick as he tries to process this.

He lowers his hand and looks at Midna before opening his mouth. He shuts it. He opens it again, but still no words come out, so he shakes his head uselessly. He finally gets it right on the third try.]

That...that explains a lot about your personality.

[A funny joke, right? About how she's demanding and always right and never does anything for herself, except then Dylas opens his mouth to remind her of how he sees her.]

You're always so firm and you really think things through, even if you don't like to show your emotions...and you're...uh. In your other body, I mean. Really. Beaut...regal.

[Crap.]

It all makes sense now.

( ready to point out his hoof was in his mouth again, midna was stilled by the follow-up. the hands on her hips crossed over her chest as her grin softened into more of a smile. flattery, apparently, did get you somewhere.

she certainly doesn't miss that falter in his words, either. )

It hardly means much anyway, at least while the usurper still sits the throne... ( she pauses, feeling strangely thoughtful. perhaps it was because of the nature of their being here, in padaemonium... where the final fight may come for them. ) I— wanted you to know. ( after all, he'd shared details about his past too. )

After all this happens, if there really is a way to return to the Realm of Twilight then I... you should know what awaits you.

( if you said what you meant that day. If you'll have me, I'll...never leave you. )

[Maybe he's lucky and she missed that falter in his words. She didn't mention it, so he thinks maybe he's in the clear.

His tail lowers, sweeping so low it almost kicks up dust. He's thinking this through. Well, the first part is obvious enough.]

He doesn't have much time left on that throne. You, I, and that Link guy are going to take care of him. I might even eat him afterward if you ask nicely.

[#JustTwilightHumor

But he hums. She wanted him to know. His arms crossed, he nods.]

I'm glad you told me. And I meant everything I said. I'm not taking it back.

[Wait.

...if she's going to take the throne, then...]

H-holy crap, are you telling me I'm a princess?!

[He's so distraught he can't keep his royal titles straight today, alright?]

( this time she's prepared. or at least, the stupidity doesn't seem to phase her. there's a glint in her eye as she lowers her gaze just slightly, hovering back towards him again and leaning her weight on his shoulder.
his words embolden her, and she props the one elbow against him, letting the other hand just gently graze the fur of his chest, stating oh-so-matter-of-factly— ) You really would make the worst princess.

( here's the appropriate smile to back up her statement, too. actually, she quite likes the mental image of him devouring zant if she's honest. maybe with a side of the evil king while they're at it... ) No, I think a consort would suit you much better. I may just make you one, once we take back that throne.

( there's a certain coyness as she adds... ) If you ask nicely.

I'd make a horrible princess. I don't have the, uh...obvious requirements. Plus, I'd be terrible at it. I'm no good for something like that.

[It's a miracle that Midna likes him. He can't imagine that subjects would like him a lot. He fidgets a little, still flustered when Midna gets so close to him in a form he can't really touch back (aside from throwing her like a football, which would probably be frowned upon?).

But it does sound nice, when he thinks about it, except.]

Are you going to make me beg, too? [He'd probably enjoy it.] I guess it'd be an honor if it was your decision.

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