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So there she was holding a a weapon. He knew that she knew this was in vain but still if she wanted a fight he'd give her one. Erron is not known for fighting cleanly but still he might try it this time. He took a step forward but stopped when Riley spoke.
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
"......Well kid I don't give a damn if she lives or dies. Still if you think we can do this peacefully then i'll let her live. Otherwise i'll make her death quick." Erron spoke somewhat going back to his cold bounty hunter persona. He had lightened up a bit earlier but now in the face of a worthy adversary he stood just as cold hearted as always. He gripped his own blade tightly waiting for her to make a move before he made his.
So that happened as well. Probably would prevent peace in any way at this point. Still he stood on standby for now seeing how this would play out.Kalifa was the first to make a move.
"Perhaps we should kill you. Felix believes we should. Rob Lucci, were he here, would certainly kill you without hesitation, for you gave in to weakness. You're a liability."
"Any sort of aggressive act against us would be suicide. You have three options. Flee this scene, join us ... or die."
"Perhaps this will help you make up your mind. See if you can even try to dodge or deflect even a few of these."
"SHEEP CLOUD RELAXING BUBBLES!"
At once, Kalifa sent a bunch of the relaxing bubbles in Arya's direction. If Arya did not have any sort of defense, then they most certainly would leave any part of her they touched weak and ineffectual.
Wind could send them away, and water could undo their effects after the fact. Though it was possible Arya had not been given this information.
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Claire let her hand drop limply to her side, her face clear for Aqua to see. She stared for a long moment, reduced to speechlessness in the face of Aqua's kind words. Standing before Claire was the kindest woman she'd ever known. Claire had the fleeting thought that she just wasn't good enough to be friends with her, but the idea seemed foolish just as quickly as she thought of it. Aqua loved and appreciated her for who she was, no matter her past and no matter her faults. It was a beautiful thought, and liberating in a manner that Claire hadn't felt in a very long time.
