Another time, another place / Some paradimensional race (Active / CLOSED)
Characters: Seymour, Elphaba, Sora, and Wiccan
Content: Seymour gets into trouble and others have to bail him out
Location: The 505 on West 47th
Time of Day: Midday (day after Dahlia's log?)
Warnings: violence, possibly swearing, Seymour being a creep and character death at the end 8D
Notes: The contents of this log have been approved by the mods. Also ( Read more... )
Content: Seymour gets into trouble and others have to bail him out
Location: The 505 on West 47th
Time of Day: Midday (day after Dahlia's log?)
Warnings: violence, possibly swearing, Seymour being a creep and character death at the end 8D
Notes: The contents of this log have been approved by the mods. Also ( Read more... )
This was what she had felt upon discovering the Wizard's crimes tenfold, or even a hundredfold. The Wizard at least hadn't been a trusted friend who had been in her life and known her secrets and feelings for a long time, and Elphaba didn't give her trust easily anymore. She wasn't the naive girl who thought that a single powerful person would make everything better, but she had faith in the few she did believe to be true friends. Now that faith was cracked and just about to shatter. She felt betrayed but couldn't understand what had happened, or more importantly, why.
When the situation came to physical blows, Elphaba's control over her emotions, and through them, her power, began to slip. "STOP!" she shouted, and for about twenty seconds, everyone complied whether they wished it or not. Elphaba was the only person in the room capable of movement, but she was too stunned to take advantage of that capability, standing rooted in place herself.
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...Unless that was what Seymour actually wanted.
Sora didn't know what Seymour was babbling on about, but it looked like the guy hadn't learned a thing since they're last encounter. He was mad now. "I'll show you trouble!"
When Seymour jumped up to knock away Billy's staff, Sora jumped up as well to strike back with the Keyblade. When suddenly, he felt his limbs freeze up and his entire body come to a standstill. He couldn't move, but he was also suspended in midair, and still aware. A stop spell? Was Seymour the one to cast it? But it looked like he was frozen, too...
The spell seemed to last forever, all with Sora mentally straining against his frozen state but getting nowhere. When it finally ended, his Keyblade came down on Seymour's pipe, but without the full momentum of when he's first swung it.
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- and then everything stopped.
It was magic, he could feel it, and he realized it had been Elphaba who'd shouted - she'd cast it, not Seymour. Billy tried to gather his own magic to break it but it was even more difficult to focus than it usually was, and, although he was repeating over and over in his head that he wanted to be freed it did nothing - after what felt like an age he finally dropped out of the air, landing on the floor in a heap of dark blue cape and winded mage to watch Sora's weapon belatedly strike Seymour's. Billy didn't have time to scramble for his staff - he reached out a hand towards them more on instinct than anything else and sent a jolt of blue lightning crackling towards Seymour.
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The momentary freezing of his entire body was certainly unexpected, and try as he might he couldn't break free of it for what felt like forever. He'd recognized the voice, realized that Elphaba had been the one to cast it, and though she seemed to be hindering him at the moment, he was still not inclined to do away with her just yet. She was valuable after all.
As soon as he could move again, his weapon clashed with Sora's, sending a jolt of pain coursing through his arm. He remembered the last time he and Sora had physically clashed like this. It had culminated with a cheap shot at Seymour's badly injured leg and he knew this time he would need to be careful of his wounded arm.
Trying to push back from Sora, he used his considerable height and weight to his advantage, attempting to put a foot into Sora's stomach if possible. This left him rather open for Billy's spell, but luckily the reflect took the brunt of it, giving him time to cast Shell to REALLY lessen the effects of any magic aimed his way.
Regardless, everything combined to thrust him backwards a few paces, but that didn't really stop him and within moments, he was aiming the pipe at whatever bit of Sora he could reach.
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"Seymour!" The anger had drained from her now, leaving only pain dulled by an unwillingness to accept this betrayal. "What plan? Why won't you be healed? Do you want to become one of those giant monstrosities?" The final word was imbued with slight overtones of fear and revulsion. Perhaps, though, her tone was not entirely for the creatures themselves but the idea of losing Seymour to that particular fate. He still meant something to her, even if Elphaba had started to wish she could feel nothing for him.
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This was clearly upsetting Elphaba a lot. "I think he does!" Sora yelled, hoping this would help explain their sudden fight.
Their weapons clashed, and Sora saw Seymour wince...the bite mark was on his arm. He wanted to avoid hitting it, but he also wanted to keep Seymour fighting with him. His magic couldn't get through this long-term Reflect spell...but if he distracted him long enough, maybe Billy's magic could. He didn't use spells the same way Sora did.
Sora was forced backwards by the huge guado's considerable size and strength, even while wounded. Billy's lightning spell surprised him for a bit, and he very nearly got hit by the swing of Seymour's pipe. He leaped at the last minute, suddenly remembering that he did still have those wings, and his leap took him up into the air much higher and longer than he could have normally. He tried to fly around behind him and clock him upside the head with the Keyblade. If Seymour couldn't reach him, perhaps he could use this temporary magic to his advantage.
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It was a good thing that there were two of them, and that Sora wasn't a Squishy Wizard like he was, Billy thought as he watched Sora fight.
He'd finally managed to get a hold of his staff again, and he used it to help himself up, lightning sparking around his hands as he shut his eyes and focused on Seymour. "I want him to go to sleep I want him to go to sleep I want him to go to sleep - "
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Drastic times called for drastic measures. Pulling back slightly, he called up the magic he could, putting all of his effort into the casting of one Multi-Fire. It wouldn't do much damage to either, but it would certainly be enough to hopefully distract them while he attempted to again knock the stupid staff out of Billy's hands.
Stupid Healers.
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Armed with her broom, the witch stepped between Seymour and the Healers, arms out in both directions as if to push them apart. Her semblance of a weapon was located in the hand nearer Seymour not by chance but because she had the least idea what to expect from him. At least the two boys would heal her afterwards. "Stop this!" she demanded, turning her gaze to Seymour and adding her very last attempt to verbally stop him, a terribly sincere, "Please," imbued with warning. Elphaba would never again trust the Guado, but she still wanted this to come to a happier conclusion than she anticipated.
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But before he could make another move, Elphaba stepped between them. Was she still thinking that Seymour would listen to her? He was laughing maniacally and attacking the people who had come to help them! He was obviously insane! "Elphaba!"
Sora threw another glance at Billy, silently directing him to keep casting any spell that would either heal him or put him to sleep so that they could get this sorted out. Maybe if Elphaba kept him distracted enough they could actually get that spell to work...
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"- Damn it!" Billy practically let Seymour knock the staff from his grip, backing away so quickly he was levitating for some of it, for now occupied with trying to stamp out the flames. Maybe Edna Mode had had a point after all, damn.
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"I am afraid that is not an option, Elphaba," he told her, eyes mostly focusing on Billy, who posed the biggest threat to him at the moment. "This is the only way to save all of you, to save everyone who has come to live here in this city. And save you I must, for you cannot be allowed to suffer like this."
Yet, he still didn't move, mostly calculating how much energy it would take to get Billy down and out first. If only he still had access to his mother's summon... that would certainly turn the odds of this battle.
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"It sounds... like you're talking about putting people out of their supposed misery. That's not your choice to make, Seymour! After everything, don't I deserve a little more of an explanation!" More strains of desperation crept into each subsequent syllable she uttered. This was the end of a friendship, and she hadn't had very many of those. If all she could take from it was an explanation, she would get at least that much.
There was no room in her attention for the Healers. She didn't think they'd attack her, and she was too upset to really care if they did. Elphaba had been hurt before, and physical pain would have been preferable to the emotional pain she was currently experiencing. It probably couldn't be worse, in any case.
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Sora wanted to shout something at the blue-haired guado, but Elphaba was still between them and it looked like she was having a tough enough time of this as it was. Besides, it was obvious that the most important thing now was to get him healed. Seymour had to be wearing down by now!
He glanced back towards Billy, nodding urgently for him to go for his staff and try again. He didn't want to use a spell unless absolutely necessary, and he didn't know if that Reflect spell was still working. But if Seymour tried anything again, he might just have to get really rough...
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He shouldn't have been surprised, he thought. It was hardly the first he'd heard of someone who genuinely thought that destroying fucking everything was the right way to go about bringing peace to the world. Hell, he'd fought more than one would-be-supervillain idiot with more ambition than powers who thought they were the one to do it. And here ... it was easy to see how someone could be driven to think that everyone dying would be easier than having to keep on living in this hell. But Elphaba was right - this wasn't hell for everyone. And even if it was, that wasn't Seymour's choice to make. And if he honestly thought just his becoming a monster was enough to achieve it ...
"Are you kidding me?" Billy yelled, not taking his eyes off Seymour. "You seriously think letting them turn you into one of those things is gonna be the end of this? There's already three of them! What the hell makes you think suddenly everyone in the city would die just because there was one more?" He was glowing, now; when he met Sora's backward glance there was blue light starting to spark from his eyes. He didn't go to pick up the staff, though. He didn't need it. It was helpful for aiming, and good as a focus, and good to whack things with when magic, for whatever reason, wasn't an option, but that didn't mean that he needed to have it in order to spread his fingers wide with the blue crackle of magic dancing between them. "You know they want these things to use as weapons, right?" he said; he was looking at Seymour again and somehow it was possible to tell that even though Billy's pupils were now obscured by a sharp blue glow. "You know they control them? If you become one of them, they'll just use you to fight for them! More people will suffer! No one will be saved! If you went through with this ... you'd just be getting in the way of the people who really do want to save everyone. And you're not going to get the chance to go through with it. I want you to stop." He only said it once, but the words were uttered with total focus and conviction.
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Elphaba was still standing between them, though she appeared to be focusing on him more than anyone else. That was fine. He didn't care at this point. She was no longer a concern, no longer necessary, as the Maester was beginning to realize that no one in this room was going to allow him his freedom.
If only he still had access to his mother's summon... Anima would have put them all to shame.
And of course, no matter how many times he tried to explain, no matter how much he told them, they would not understand. A frown tugged at his mouth then and he turned back to Billy, focusing on the glowing blue eyes. So fierce... everyone in the room at that moment was fierce and full of a beautiful fire...
"I care not for your own ideals," Seymour responded, as he began to bring up his own magic. "If I do indeed become one of these creatures, then I, too, may help. For you cannot suffer if you are not alive enough to feel it."
Whatever magic Billy held did indeed work this time, for the blue-haired man faltered, fighting the stop spell with all the power he had. It lasted long enough that his arm began to sting more painfully and when he did blast it apart long enough to get off a three-part lightning spell at them, one bolt per person in the room, he staggered backwards a bit, bringing the pipe upwards to shield himself from whatever might be coming next.
Billy's spell had certainly done more than its job description called for. Seymour was reaching his limit very quickly... If this didn't work... he wasn't sure how much longer he could last. One thing was certain, though: They would not Heal him, not while he was alive.
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