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[ENDGAME] Stage 6; Metonomy

Mar 30, 2009 01:16

Darkness falls on the city, punctuated with the sounds of sound waves given direction and deadly force. Yet as the night draws to a close and dawn peeks golden on the horizon, the resident's clever talents close in on the last remaining Entropi. With their incredible adaptability, they have broken the back on the Entropi army, the biggest blow ( Read more... )

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veryusefulbook March 30 2009, 20:25:40 UTC

Helena, covered head to toe in sweat, a good many cuts and cracks on her knees, arms, face. Her wounds were minor and nothing in her eyes as she walked down the street, passing the many dead. Her eyes began to well up with tears as she vaguely recognized a few faces ( ... )

veryusefulbook March 30 2009, 20:25:54 UTC

"Ah," she had begun, "So the creator does indeed need the created ( ... )

younger_kaiba March 30 2009, 22:58:57 UTC

It was done. It was over. Finally! Mokuba couldn't believe he made it. After all, he didn't really have any special skills. Really, it was only pure denial that he didn't believe he was left in a wasteland before. Then again, it was amazing what Seto could deny, so why not him ( ... )

dark_friendship March 30 2009, 23:58:50 UTC

Yamato was exhaustion walking, but he made it to the park anyway. He just kept putting one foot in front of the other until he got there. He wasn't sure how he knew where to go...he just went. And there she was. He recognized Mokuba a little; they'd known a few of the same people.

He stared down at Atem's body, hardly believing it. "Damn it..."

younger_kaiba March 31 2009, 00:09:26 UTC

Mokuba looked up at Yamato, tears still in his eyes. "...she's gone." He said quietly. All of his sobbing was gone, and the hysterics were over, but the tears didn't stop.

mylunchlovesme March 31 2009, 00:55:18 UTC

Mosquiton, tired and scorched but still very much alive, walked in the daze that usually accompanied the end of one of his berserk blood rages. He snapped back to the present, however, when he saw the shape of a familiar person. He felt a pang; his kind viewed death differently than humans, but he was saddened nonetheless to see that someone he had known and even liked had not made it through to the end.

"Poor thing," he said softly. He went to kneel next to her, gently touching her hair. "Why do humans have to be so fragile..."

Farewell yersmalltime March 30 2009, 23:45:28 UTC

Sunset was nigh by the time Leon finished cleaning out his side of Dor-Dyo. It wasn't just the bruised ribs and the gash on his head (to say nothing of overall fatigue), sustained during the final battle, that slowed his efforts. It was also the stark reality that the Drafted's tour of duty was finally over.

Teamwork, ingenuity, and sheer perseverance had seen them through. They'd lost good men and women as the day had run its course, but victory had ultimately gone to Econtra. With that victory came the freedom the Warden had promised. But now that they actually had it, leaving it all behind--- all the memories made and bonds forged here--- suddenly seemed unthinkable.

That was certainly true of the ex-cop. For Leon knew that this goodbye would be forever.

He sat on the edge of his bed, eyes on the wall. In his palm rested the music box Mel had given him. Thoughts on memories that would stay with him for as long as he lived, his palm flicked it open and it began to play Over My Head by The Fray.

Re: Farewell darkrangerqueen March 31 2009, 00:25:46 UTC

It was then that the door to the cluster of rooms opened. Under the music it may not have been audible. And one could easily be so lost in the tune and memories to miss the quiet footsteps approaching Leon's room. Then the door swung wider, and Sylvanas Windrunner entered.

She carried a pack she had found somewhere. For the homecoming, she had donned the battered leather chestpiece she had arrived in. She too had not escaped harm: later, her subjects would wonder at the small cuts on her skin and the black, ugly bruise spreading out from one shoulder.

She stopped after entering the room, mindful of his mood. Her gaze, unusually mild and thoughtful, invited him to look up but did not demand it, not yet.

"I found you," the undead elf remarked, the words curling and drifting in the air like incense-smoke.

((I wonder if Sylv did the "unexpected" and took a hit for Leon.))

Re: Farewell yersmalltime March 31 2009, 00:46:48 UTC

Sylv's smoky voice roused him from his meditation. Just in time too; the song was nearly finished. The last strain of 21st century Earth music faded and he snapped the box shut. The aches and fatigue on the ex-cop found their mirror in the ex-Ranger General. But the fiery light in those red eyes had never burned brighter. And that invigorated Leon.

His finger lifted to the ceiling. To where Sylv had roomed just one floor above. He smiled. "Last I checked, it's usually me who goes up there to fetch you."

(Just as I wonder if he did the unexpected and chose to truly fight by her side as a partner, and not as a bodyguard.)

Re: Farewell darkrangerqueen March 31 2009, 00:49:00 UTC

Her lips curled upward a little and her gaze warmed. "You weren't there," she answered, in a tone that implied he should have known better.

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desertprince04 April 4 2009, 07:42:02 UTC

"So it's really over," Quatre said. They stood just outside the building where Faye had made her tunnel. He looked back at Duo. "I wonder if the others made it home..." he said quietly, referring to those who had gone before the final battle ended, the ones who's bodies weren't among the dead ( ... )