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We must let that alone forever

Oct 18, 2011 21:54

Characters: Everyone - if you were in the false Chicago, this affects you.
Time: Night
Location: Demonreach and all around the city
Content: It all ends here.
Warnings: None
Format: Poster's choice

( Uproot your loves, one by one, with care, from the future / And trusting to no future, receive the massive thrust / And surge of the many-dimensional timeless rays converging / On this small, significant dew drop, the present that mirrors all )

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pomergeist October 24 2011, 20:27:30 UTC

That cold, dark feeling almost seemed remniscient of something Missile had felt, not long ago yet it still felt like forever. It was like that weird pang of sadness, that hurt but not physically, when he saw the strange bad man that looked like Sissel. But worse, even worse, heavy and loud and dark on his senses.

A lesser dog would have curled up and shied away. He hadn't liked seeing his friend like that, and he didn't want that feeling again. But it reminded Missile of what he still had left to do. That bad man with Sissel's face was still hurting people, and Miss Lynne was still fighting him, and Sissel too...

Once he was done here, Missile could go back to them. He could keep his promise. He would help.

You have.It was hard to understand how one could have an out-of-body experience when they were already bodiless in the first place. Out-of-spirit experience, maybe. But he was doing things he didn't know how to do, using his ghost tricks in ways he'd never thought of before. His ghostly form wrapped around the searing blasts ( ... )

hiptobe_eraqus October 28 2011, 07:11:46 UTC

It was unclear to Eraqus how he had come here, or even if it was really him there...all he knew was that he had to fight, and fight he would. He threw every spell and attack he knew at their ultimate enemy...great pillars of fire that swirled like a trio of tornados, continuous blades of light striking one after another in succession, chains of light that bound and cut all at once, and great bursts of light that drowned out everything with their intensity; that blinded him as much as they did their foe.

He had trusted in that light all his life. And even now, knowing that the blindness it gave him had helped tear his students from him, he still knew he had to trust it. Even if perhaps it was futile to burn out all darkness forever with it, at least he could burn out this darkness, and save countless worlds in the process. It had always been his duty to defeat, to destroy this darkness ( ... )

FRIENDSHIP IS MAGIC sailorgenerous October 28 2011, 07:37:52 UTC

Somehow, something told Rarity that this was it. Maybe it was the magic rushing through the air, so different from her own, from any other magic she'd ever felt, and yet somehow so familiar. Maybe it was all she'd been told, about the reason they were in this foreign city and the woman behind it and their plan for the world, for all the worlds, for Chicago and Equestria and every place in between. Maybe, deep down, it was that some part of her knew that this would be more important than anything she'd done before and anything she would do afterwards, and that this would have to be done perfectly in order for there to be an afterwards.

She could feel the darkness permeating the air, streaking through the skies and trying to smother whatever it touched. She'd felt this sort of darkness before, around Nightmare Moon, though her darkness had never been this deep and choking and dead.

But they had defeated Nightmare Moon - she and her friends, together - and together they would defeat the darkness before them. True, Rainbow Dash had only ( ... )

shard_bishop November 15 2011, 01:56:31 UTC

Fighting had been Shard's entire life. She was too young to really remember the containment camps; the Summers Rebellion had happened so soon after she'd received her brand. But she remembered years on the streets, nowhere to go because mutants were turned out of the camps but given no help. First with her grandmother, then with Bishop, but always fighting to survive, fighting to keep what little family she had together. And later, fighting to prove she belonged where she was ( ... )

thisoneis November 15 2011, 22:08:44 UTC

It wasn't a question of whether or not Granny would fight. It had never been a question of whether or not she would. She knew her stories. Mostly in order to understand how things worked, but she knew them. Sooner or later there was always a fight of light against the dark. Good and bad. Right and wrong. The fight didn't matter. What mattered was where you stood.

And right now, Granny's place was here. Standing the line between two things, as was the way of all witches. The darkness - the woman she couldn't help but see as a version of her sister all twisted up past all recognition - it wasn't going to get past her. Stories had to end, and by all that was who she was, Granny was going to see this ended. For once it didn't matter that it wasn't the Disc. It didn't matter that this world was a mess of illogical things that couldn't even run properly. She was here and this was where she needed to be.

Still, she couldn't help but admit to being tempted by the darkness the other woman was offering. What would it be like, ( ... )