o9 ☠ Death arrives among all that sound;
Characters: angst threesome derparcana, lunateclock, and garudyneinstyle
Location: The park.
Time: Early, early morning (or late night), around 2am-ish.
Style: [ guys I am so lazy, I am just using prose for this post. ]
Status: Angsty TL;DR CLOSED.
A lot had happened.
Ryoji had gone back, losing all his memories of Vatheon... all but one small desire he did not quite understand. Fighting Nyx. Fighting for what he believed in, for himself, for them. When he returned to Minato and the blue-haired teen inevitably made his choice not to kill him... Ryoji realized then that his fate was set in stone. But still, he fought it until the end of January. Fought that change and all the while he searched, he looked, for ways to stop it. But he could not. Finally, on the promised day... his body dissolved slowly. It was incredibly painful and slow, and his consciousness faded and faded until all that remained in his mind was seemingly the will to fight, even if he didn't remember why, what, or for whom.
It was like a dream.
SEES arrived at the top of Tartarus. Minato and the others so determined to fight him. Of course, it was only then that Minato realized why Ryoji had been so, so very desperate to have him die then and there. It was a realization that came with horror, so much horror no one else in SEES saw because they were too busy being frightened by what everyone around him kept referring to as "Nyx" and what he knew was just an extension of her, just her Avatar because Ryoji had explained it but no one else had listened...
"She will begin to awaken as she is drawn to me... the Appriser."
... And then he knew, he knew it was Ryoji behind that horrible smile and the giant wings and the giant sword because he could hear his voice, no matter how distorted it was... and then it dawned on the others as Aigis and Yukari said it themselves... said his name... a name that had been him for a short time, hadn't it? The battle had been fierce and long but he had shrugged off every hit and called Nyx. When all hope had seemed lost, Minato had disappeared somehow... presumably to fight her alone. And it was something he was doing, he sensed it vaguely... when he woke up in Vatheon, soaked, covered in black ooze. The scent of saltwater assailed him and the first thing he realized was... he was thinking. And it was with shock that this fully hit him. He could think. His OWN thoughts.
Yet, Nyx still whispered in his ear; he could still hear her voice from earlier, almost as if she were still here...
"Finish them. Save them, my child." His ears rang, a mix of silence and of her whispering.
He didn't know if he was imagining her voice anymore (after such brainwashing and hearing her, always commanding him, like a general a soldier), but it was there. So he stumbled, dragging one foot at a time before he realized his body's form was vaguely human again. Vatheon had severed him from Nyx. But the cut had not been clean. Black, mangled wings hung soaked from his back. Luckily it was as dark as Vatheon got at night, and no one was around as he stumbled slowly through the streets, feet dragging, heavy. His breathing was in gasps (it was so hard to move, and his bones felt like they were splintered and melting and had been forced and that he could feel this pain of transforming, only in reverse, all OVER again made him not want to feel anything, nothing at all and he just wanted it to stop--), but he kept going.
He had no idea what he was looking for. He didn't... he couldn't even remember who he was, beyond Nyx's child, his purpose, what he HAD to do, how he HAD to deliver a peaceful death (but it saddened him and he couldn't remember why, except that he wished it could be prevented and knew humanity deserved more), how he had to... kill them all. Everything was flooding his mind and it was an overload of information, and he could not TAKE it.
The pain, feeling at all, his senses of all the beings in the city, supernatural, Persona users, so heightened.
... But one stood out. One feeling, vaguely of life with a weak soul as though it were shackled--and then he remembered only one thing, briefly:
Minato. He had to find Minato. Heading where he felt that soul was--toward the park--Ryoji dragged himself slowly, one arm holding the other limply, body bleeding black ooze and slightly cracked, like some sort of fragile porcelain, his two sets of large black wings weakly hanging, soaked, behind him. His scarf had been left at the dorms, somehow, so he wasn't wearing one, and the scar was visible on his neck from the time Gamzee nearly killed him (Vatheon had restored his previous form here down to every last detail, like a restored save point in a video game), as were all his former injuries, and all these cracks that needed healing that were caused as he was severed from Nyx so forcefully by Vatheon's barrier.
Yukari and Minato would probably barely recognize him, so injured and covered in blood and with wings, but... it was him.
Location: The park.
Time: Early, early morning (or late night), around 2am-ish.
Style: [ guys I am so lazy, I am just using prose for this post. ]
Status: Angsty TL;DR CLOSED.
A lot had happened.
Ryoji had gone back, losing all his memories of Vatheon... all but one small desire he did not quite understand. Fighting Nyx. Fighting for what he believed in, for himself, for them. When he returned to Minato and the blue-haired teen inevitably made his choice not to kill him... Ryoji realized then that his fate was set in stone. But still, he fought it until the end of January. Fought that change and all the while he searched, he looked, for ways to stop it. But he could not. Finally, on the promised day... his body dissolved slowly. It was incredibly painful and slow, and his consciousness faded and faded until all that remained in his mind was seemingly the will to fight, even if he didn't remember why, what, or for whom.
It was like a dream.
SEES arrived at the top of Tartarus. Minato and the others so determined to fight him. Of course, it was only then that Minato realized why Ryoji had been so, so very desperate to have him die then and there. It was a realization that came with horror, so much horror no one else in SEES saw because they were too busy being frightened by what everyone around him kept referring to as "Nyx" and what he knew was just an extension of her, just her Avatar because Ryoji had explained it but no one else had listened...
"She will begin to awaken as she is drawn to me... the Appriser."
... And then he knew, he knew it was Ryoji behind that horrible smile and the giant wings and the giant sword because he could hear his voice, no matter how distorted it was... and then it dawned on the others as Aigis and Yukari said it themselves... said his name... a name that had been him for a short time, hadn't it? The battle had been fierce and long but he had shrugged off every hit and called Nyx. When all hope had seemed lost, Minato had disappeared somehow... presumably to fight her alone. And it was something he was doing, he sensed it vaguely... when he woke up in Vatheon, soaked, covered in black ooze. The scent of saltwater assailed him and the first thing he realized was... he was thinking. And it was with shock that this fully hit him. He could think. His OWN thoughts.
Yet, Nyx still whispered in his ear; he could still hear her voice from earlier, almost as if she were still here...
"Finish them. Save them, my child." His ears rang, a mix of silence and of her whispering.
He didn't know if he was imagining her voice anymore (after such brainwashing and hearing her, always commanding him, like a general a soldier), but it was there. So he stumbled, dragging one foot at a time before he realized his body's form was vaguely human again. Vatheon had severed him from Nyx. But the cut had not been clean. Black, mangled wings hung soaked from his back. Luckily it was as dark as Vatheon got at night, and no one was around as he stumbled slowly through the streets, feet dragging, heavy. His breathing was in gasps (it was so hard to move, and his bones felt like they were splintered and melting and had been forced and that he could feel this pain of transforming, only in reverse, all OVER again made him not want to feel anything, nothing at all and he just wanted it to stop--), but he kept going.
He had no idea what he was looking for. He didn't... he couldn't even remember who he was, beyond Nyx's child, his purpose, what he HAD to do, how he HAD to deliver a peaceful death (but it saddened him and he couldn't remember why, except that he wished it could be prevented and knew humanity deserved more), how he had to... kill them all. Everything was flooding his mind and it was an overload of information, and he could not TAKE it.
The pain, feeling at all, his senses of all the beings in the city, supernatural, Persona users, so heightened.
... But one stood out. One feeling, vaguely of life with a weak soul as though it were shackled--and then he remembered only one thing, briefly:
Minato. He had to find Minato. Heading where he felt that soul was--toward the park--Ryoji dragged himself slowly, one arm holding the other limply, body bleeding black ooze and slightly cracked, like some sort of fragile porcelain, his two sets of large black wings weakly hanging, soaked, behind him. His scarf had been left at the dorms, somehow, so he wasn't wearing one, and the scar was visible on his neck from the time Gamzee nearly killed him (Vatheon had restored his previous form here down to every last detail, like a restored save point in a video game), as were all his former injuries, and all these cracks that needed healing that were caused as he was severed from Nyx so forcefully by Vatheon's barrier.
Yukari and Minato would probably barely recognize him, so injured and covered in blood and with wings, but... it was him.