Joshua would soon revel in her gasp, chuckling lightly "I'm glad it feels well. Many times of pulling triggers of a pistol have made my hands hard." He looked at her for a moment, shaking his head before winking at her. "Just me being me to you being you.. And maybe, as a makeshift proposal as there is no ring." He snickered lightly at his own comment, maintaining a short distance between Jon, Cereza, and himself."
Sakuya flinched a bit at the reminder of her relatively vulnerable position for the moment. "...It's unpleasant," she responded putting two hands on the laser pistol, still rather uncomfortable without her powers. Without superhuman capabilities, she was pretty weak, just having a good aim with knives. And being a pretty good cook and cleaner, but those weren't exactly combat-usable skills.
She nodded. That was pretty much exactly what she wanted. How convenient.
He looked at her for a moment, raising an eyebrow "Uhm. Yes? You don't know what that is?" He saw her turn her head to Cosmo, but didn't say anything as his own attention kept at hers. His hand then went to her shoulder as it massaged there aswell. "I could tell you if you'd like to know." He said, still looking at her.
"Go for it, Cannon Turtle~~~" Plutia said, waving out the Red doll in front of her."Cannon Turtle? I guess that's a creative nickname for it," Lapis couldn't help but comment on that, it was a little cute on Abel's part. Also feeling the need to, the bounty hunter scratched the area behind Gnar's ears.
"Pika pika!" Pikachu apparently found itself a random twig earlier, and was using like a flag while trying to cheer Blastoise on
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Guess Erron hit something noticing her flinch like that. He did however get out in front of Sakuya just behind Riley. "All I got left is a sword an some sand so i'll need some cover fire to get in close should a fight break out." Erron tells Riley before looking back at Sakuya. "Just try not to shoot me if combat does happen. I don't think a laser in my back will help us much." Erron spoke yet again in a half joking manor. I guess all this traveling has made the Outworld Cowboy lighten up around a couple people like Raynor, Riley, and Sakuya for example. Either way he was just a near 150 year old cowboy with a sword. He hoped they would get some ammo from the coalition before they took on Akibahara.
The stairs stretched and stretched, the glistening, ember of lit torches illuminating as the descent after Mercy had begun. Peering to the side, one could see only the abyss, darkness coating this liar, this seemingly endless pit leading to the darkest corners of this wretched earth. Those near the entrance could feel some of the rushing waters coursing through, being deposited downwards, yet frighteningly, the sound of crashing water did not come. It was evident that if anyone fell into that pit, not even God could hear your screams as the abyss consumed a palyer whole. Leading near the front, Jon, "Coldhands" kept eerily quiet, looking to the right, passing by wooden doors that appeared to lead into cells. Most of them were empty, but occasionally, the sight of a hollowed human or skeleton could be see between the bars, their forms no longer human, consumed by internal strife and grief.
Eventually, when it seemed like the players were literally walking in circles, a faint light blossomed from one of the rooms. Instead of a cell, a proper door awaited them, in the same fashion of black-and-white they had seen the entrance of this accursed hall. Coldhands, noting this first, opened the door, the first to step within. Letting the other players flood in, an uncannily eerie yet simple sight greeted them. No epic boss room, no frighteningly alluring liar like previously mentioned, but rather...
A library.
Or, judging by the size, more accurately, a personal study. Scrolls and texts of ancient origin lay thrown about, countless research notes construed about, hours upon hours of work dedicated into solving something. Even a few maps of entire worlds were thrown about, some on the floor, with the occasional curious note written on them. All-in-all, the library was in disarray, many of the books unorganized and unkept, as if someone had been doing unrelenting research for days, no, weeks. However, outside of artifical ruin, a more pressing matter came into concern.
The sound of an acoustic guitar.
In the middle of the room, she sat. The one who had sacrificed everything to achieve what was rightfully hers, the one who fought to achieve a means of justice the Coalition could not provide her. The one that, as those of previous games could see, mourned of the body of Ellie, whom lay on a wooden table, still and lifeless. The one who had fought, died, and born anew to carry out the rightful justice that her namesake had been denied. The one that, despite all of trials and pains, would not succeed once more, and be denied her rightful entitlement to achieving revenge.
Arya Stark.
"She never taught me how to play this guitar...sometimes I wished she had." she somberly remarked, leaning over in her simple, wooden chair, briefly brushing her hand affectionately against Ellie's cold, right cheek. "A'ye, I wish she could of. A dream, only but..." she repeated softly, placing the guitar beside the body of her lover, ensuring she still held her precious bow. Beginning to turn around, Mercy faced the players as the entered one by one, her face stern, Needle resting against her hip.
"So here you are. How far you have all come. Perhaps you will brave on, perhaps you will take down my Grace." she lifelessly spoke, ignoring Him, the one who she had hoped she would never encounter. Even his deceased gaze haunted the girl, seeing Him, seeing her brother in such a state. But, her dark heart knew what had to be done, and in all of those nights she had cried for Jon, for Winterfell, none of them were heard. Not by the New or Old Gods, not by the Coalition, and possibly, not even her Grace the Arch-Demon.
"But here I stand, Mercy, Arya Stark, She-Bitch, whatever you wish to call me..."
Arya reached down, slowly unsheathing Needle, holding it in her left hand. She knew it was a vain fight, she knew she would fall, and with the rest of her Queensguard abandoning her for their own lives, it was hopeless. All of their abilities would be restored, their strength on the realm gone, and the goddess of this world reduced only to slightly above a mere mortal girl in terms of power. Ironically, she was secretly at the mercy of those before her, a mercy she did not deserve, despite her efforts to follow justice, at any cost.
"And we both know what happens next"
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Author's Note
With the full abandonment of the Queensguard, all supernatural abilities have been restored to the Players
Kalifa was the first to make a move.
The stairs stretched and stretched, the glistening, ember of lit torches illuminating as the descent after Mercy had begun. Peering to the side, one could see only the abyss, darkness coating this liar, this seemingly endless pit leading to the darkest corners of this wretched earth. Those near the entrance could feel some of the rushing waters coursing through, being deposited downwards, yet frighteningly, the sound of crashing water did not come. It was evident that if anyone fell into that pit, not even God could hear your screams as the abyss consumed a palyer whole. Leading near the front, Jon, "Coldhands" kept eerily quiet, looking to the right, passing by wooden doors that appeared to lead into cells. Most of them were empty, but occasionally, the sight of a hollowed human or skeleton could be see between the bars, their forms no longer human, consumed by internal strife and grief.
Eventually, when it seemed like the players were literally walking in circles, a faint light blossomed from one of the rooms. Instead of a cell, a proper door awaited them, in the same fashion of black-and-white they had seen the entrance of this accursed hall. Coldhands, noting this first, opened the door, the first to step within. Letting the other players flood in, an uncannily eerie yet simple sight greeted them. No epic boss room, no frighteningly alluring liar like previously mentioned, but rather...
A library.
Or, judging by the size, more accurately, a personal study. Scrolls and texts of ancient origin lay thrown about, countless research notes construed about, hours upon hours of work dedicated into solving something. Even a few maps of entire worlds were thrown about, some on the floor, with the occasional curious note written on them. All-in-all, the library was in disarray, many of the books unorganized and unkept, as if someone had been doing unrelenting research for days, no, weeks. However, outside of artifical ruin, a more pressing matter came into concern.
The sound of an acoustic guitar.
In the middle of the room, she sat. The one who had sacrificed everything to achieve what was rightfully hers, the one who fought to achieve a means of justice the Coalition could not provide her. The one that, as those of previous games could see, mourned of the body of Ellie, whom lay on a wooden table, still and lifeless. The one who had fought, died, and born anew to carry out the rightful justice that her namesake had been denied. The one that, despite all of trials and pains, would not succeed once more, and be denied her rightful entitlement to achieving revenge.
Arya Stark.
"She never taught me how to play this guitar...sometimes I wished she had." she somberly remarked, leaning over in her simple, wooden chair, briefly brushing her hand affectionately against Ellie's cold, right cheek. "A'ye, I wish she could of. A dream, only but..." she repeated softly, placing the guitar beside the body of her lover, ensuring she still held her precious bow. Beginning to turn around, Mercy faced the players as the entered one by one, her face stern, Needle resting against her hip.
"So here you are. How far you have all come. Perhaps you will brave on, perhaps you will take down my Grace." she lifelessly spoke, ignoring Him, the one who she had hoped she would never encounter. Even his deceased gaze haunted the girl, seeing Him, seeing her brother in such a state. But, her dark heart knew what had to be done, and in all of those nights she had cried for Jon, for Winterfell, none of them were heard. Not by the New or Old Gods, not by the Coalition, and possibly, not even her Grace the Arch-Demon.
"But here I stand, Mercy, Arya Stark, She-Bitch, whatever you wish to call me..."
Arya reached down, slowly unsheathing Needle, holding it in her left hand. She knew it was a vain fight, she knew she would fall, and with the rest of her Queensguard abandoning her for their own lives, it was hopeless. All of their abilities would be restored, their strength on the realm gone, and the goddess of this world reduced only to slightly above a mere mortal girl in terms of power. Ironically, she was secretly at the mercy of those before her, a mercy she did not deserve, despite her efforts to follow justice, at any cost.
"And we both know what happens next"
@Atomyk @ShadowPrime @Klutzy Ninja Kitty @DapperDogman @york @Verite @OrlandoBloomers @TheBlueBurch@Crimson Spartan @CrunchyCHEEZIT @Josh M @ResistingTheEnlightened @Chris Lang @Mari @Hospes @Kaykay @Meira@The Silver Paladin @The Tactician @Proxymoron @Wedge Antilles
Author's Note
With the full abandonment of the Queensguard, all supernatural abilities have been restored to the Players
"Go for it, Cannon Turtle~~~" Plutia said, waving out the Red doll in front of her.
..What? Plutia didn't make dolls of her Pokemon yet.
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