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: ̩̼͋ͬͅ.̷̳̗ͦͣ͐ͭͣͬ̈́ ̤̙ͫ̉.̨̯͖̗͓̥̭̣̂̄ͣ̏ͯͫ ̶̼̻̳ͫͧͥ̆.̭͎ͮ͂ ̳̤͓̖̫͌ͪͥ̄͗̐̌.͚͍̀ ͈̻̠̥̜ͦͦ̆ͨ͋.̼̹̹̠̟͚͎ ͙͇̲̘͖̉̌̒͂̈ͮ.͇͙͑̍̽ ̪̭̹̤͓̯̜ͦͣ̒̾͆͗ͦ͟.̝̯̲͗͊̽ ̛̙͌̈ͤ̚.̪̮̰̘͚̏ͦͤ ̲̼̺͓̣̝̐.͗ͨ͜ ̧́̑̄ͥ.ͬ͊̋ͣ ̝̠͍̭̯̽.́ ̊̽̈.̡̥̖̣͓̬̠̰͗͑͂ ͍̭̩̝̉͊̑̃̓ͤ̇.͆̔̀̈́̐̋ ͇̬̤̲͉̜͙̓̍ͦͯͤͥ̔.̯̻̺͔̰̞̙͋͡ ̻̼̣̮͖̮̋ͬ.̖̝̞ ͕̦̙̞̹̲̖̓̃.̌ͯͯ͟ ̺̘̪͊̊.̲͖ ̧̼̙̋ͦͧ̂́̑͑.̷̼̬̭͔͙̹̫ͦͧ̔̄͐̏ͫ ̱͎ͥͥ̈͝.̲̣͖̪͓̯ͩ̓̈̿ͧ̅́ ̪͈͚̺̦̝͎̒ͦ̇̚.̂̆ͯͦͩ̃̀̀ ̬͕̼̆.͎̃́͐̄͒̑ͪͅ ̠̳͎ͬ.̛̭͓͗͌ͪ ̴͉̱͉̘̯̟̔͐.̫̣̥̔͑͛́ ̝̭̤̜͖͎̙̈ͪ̿̓ͯ͂̚.̟̲̥̥͈̭̳̈̋ͥͦ ͔̩̈͋͐͗̚.͓̝̼͍̈ͧ͊ͅ ̥ͥ.̷̬͍͙ͥ̓͋ͅ ̪̯̠ͨ́̂.̱̙̘̫̰͕͈̎̓̊ ̧̻̃̎.̬̇̄ ̘̣̺̼ͯ͋̀.̯ͬ ̆͗͆̆̋͝.̴̞͖̫́ͬ͌̉̍̿ ̪̹̥͙̑ͅ.̵̻̮͓̉̃ͯ͑̊̈́̚ ͚̽̒̚͘.͇̮͇̻͍͈̠͂̓ͣ̀͡ ̩̠̖̋.̺͎͈̦̺̈́ͮͬ͌̋ͧͩ ̳̠͕͙̎ͩ͜.̛̆ͥ̒͑ ̘̠͓͚̱͗͜ͅ.̢̠̠̥͍̬̂̊͋͊̂̄̐ ̦͛.̰͚̫̱͙̩̅̓ ̲̜͌̒ͭ͑͠.̠̆̈̏͆̉ ̰̹̳̻̥̮̬ͨ̍̐̆͗ͫ͜.͕̥͔̳ͩ͞ ̣͓̥̑̍͊̽̄̀.̳̘̭ͭ̔̎̍͜ ̟̞̯̏.̙̯̦̞̱̘ͬ͐ͩ ̯̠̣͉̪̅̅ͣ́ͅ.̡͗̍̿͊͐͊ ̲̙́̽̽́.̝̟͇͈͚̿͝ ̑͜

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Comments

[sullenstallion]

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?

[fusedshadows]

( 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?

[sullenstallion]

[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]

[fusedshadows]

( 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.

[sullenstallion]

[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.

[fusedshadows]

( 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. )

[sullenstallion]

[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?]

[fusedshadows]

( 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.

[sullenstallion]

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.