Another time, another place / Some paradimensional race (Active / CLOSED)

[bluecanopener]

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

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[wingsformonkeys]

"And what plan is that!?" Elphaba demanded. "I had no troubles to complain of until you started acting so different from yourself today! Is that trouble going to end?" She was actually afraid now, though she managed to conceal that and manifest it in the form of more intense anger.

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, whyWhen 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

[wingsformonkeys]

Elphaba staggered backward with a cry of pain as Seymour's spell lanced through her shoulder, leaving burns over her skin. Off-balance, she toppled to the floor, but remained there for only a few seconds before pulling herself back to her feet with a wince and a hiss of pain. "AHYAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" The witch's sudden burst of cackling put Seymour's villainous laugh a few moments previous to shame.

A venomous glare in Seymour's direction was all the warning he received before Elphaba's emotion-driven power flung him away from the other occupants of the room to crash against a wall.

[optimistickey]

"How stupid can you be? Aren't you listening?!" Sora shouted back. "If you're a monster, you'll just be under their control! You won't be able to end any suffering, because they don't want to kill us with those things!"

But that didn't stop him at all. Sora had been struck by thunder spells on a number of occasions, from Heartless or other enemies, but that didn't make them any less sudden or painful. He cried out in pain and dropped onto one knee, wincing from the burn marks left on his chest and side. For a second he couldn't breathe, but his fighting instincts had kicked in hard and he forced himself to continue going. He was going to have to use cure spells on this later. But right now...

Sora wondered if Elphaba had finally cracked, because that laugh of hers had sounded downright wicked. At least, it was a laugh he had always associated with bad witches, like Maleficent. But whatever she was doing now, it completely threw Seymour across the room and into the opposite wall. He must have landed on his bitten arm, because he

[inmyothertights]

Now Billy wished he had kept the staff - he was used to channeling his own lightning through it, and it would've been easier to cope with Seymour's if he'd still had it. As it was, he managed to catch the thunderbolt aimed at him in his still-glowing hands, but it wasn't his magic and it didn't work the way he'd hoped - it could have been worse, but he still buckled under it, and sharp, painful heat seared across his palms and fingertips. He cried out and clutched his hands to his chest for a few helpless seconds; like Sora, he'd be willing the burns away later, but he didn't have the time for it now.

Elphaba's laugh was what made him look up; for a moment it worried him, but then Seymour was slammed against the far wall and there was no way Billy couldn't be grateful for that. He managed to straighten up a little but Sora had already darted to Seymour, brandishing his weapon, and Billy decided it was probably better for him to stay back. "I want Sora to win," he murmured, raising one hand and wincing at the feeling of raw magic

I think this'll be it from me

[bluecanopener]

Elphaba's laugh caught Seymour off-guard. He hadn't even been considering answering Sora's shouts, thinking that the little boy looked quite dashing while he was being fried to a pulp by a lightning spell no larger than a kid's spell at home. But then his one-time ally's cackle made his focus and attention falter... and that was enough to distract him from guarding himself. He wasn't aware of the magic until he found himself being thrown backwards against the wall, barely hanging onto the pipe. Unfortunately for him, the way he'd been thrown made his arm, on the side where the bite wound was, slam into the wall and he howled in pain, reaching over to grip it. This action lessened his ability to deal with what came next from the group of adversaries. Before he could even think of reacting, Sora had rushed at him, keyblade raised, and in that instant, Seymour knew what was going to happen before it did

[wingsformonkeys]

"SEYMOUR!" screamed the witch as she watched the keyblade descend toward its mark for the final blow. She sprinted across the room toward the pair, but not nearly fast enough. Without a thought to Sora, she simply shoved him out of the way with raw power, flinging herself to the ground next to her formerly trusted friend.

Elphaba was torn apart inside. While he had become something, someone, other than the man she'd known, she still cared about the Guado. And she had helped to kill him. Sora would not have managed that final blow if she hadn't lost control yet again! The Witch of the West was angry with Seymour, with Sora and Billy, with herself; there was no room in her for anything but anger and pain

[optimistickey]

The Keybearer had intended to knock him unconscious, but Billy's spell had gotten through, in a way even Sora hadn't expected. Either he had overestimated Seymour's remaining strength, underestimated his swing, or else Billy had given him power that he hadn't anticipated. No matter what happened, the result was Sora's Keyblade smashing through the pipe and into Seymour's head...with killing force. He watched in shock at the guado gasped out his last words, then stopped moving.

Sora was still processing what had just happened when Elphaba shoved him roughly to the ground; clearly overcome with grief. Sora didn't try to jump back up now...he just lay there for a moment, bruised and burned and exhausted beyond reason. He struggled to hold on to the Keyblade, which was feeling unstable in his grip, liable to disappear at any moment.

At the sound of the witch's scream, however, Sora managed to struggle onto this hands and knees. "E-Elphaba..."

[inmyothertights]

Billy faltered as he watched the Keyblade descend towards its mark - Seymour was obviously weakening rapidly, and - had he done that? The blow was going to - it wasn't - ...

He winced as Elphaba screamed, and again when Sora knocked Seymour to the ground. "That's not what I," he managed weakly, "I didn't mean ..." He forced himself to straighten up, taking an unsteady step forward even in the face of Elphaba's last grief-stricken yell. "I want him to be okay. I want him to be okay ..." But he didn't mean it. He knew he didn't mean it. He didn't want Seymour to be okay, he wanted himself to not have just helped kill a guy. And even if his heart had been in it, it was too late now. "I want him to - oh, God, I'm so sorry ..."

I'm done now.

[wingsformonkeys]

Only dimly was Elphaba aware of Sora and Billy speaking, barely hearing her name and the words of remorse. She rose, numb, and gazed past them, silently crying.

After a moment, she took two slow steps forward, and began to sing quietly.
I once swore that no good deed would I attempt to do...
This time I could not succeed in saving you.

The witch gave a furious hiss; her tears stopped, and she was angry once more. No one, including herself, knew the greatest target of her anger. It was overwhelming, and directed at everyone. When the final note died, her broom leaped to her hand unbidden, and the nearest window snapped open with such force that it shattered.

Elphaba strode to the window, flinging herself from it without a backward glance. As her flight took her past, the streetlights outside the building exploded and went dark.