A Prophecy Fulfilled

An independent Cyrus RP blog, formerly affiliated with Radeon Daze

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To the end of the world (Cyrus resigns from RD)

Cyrus knew.

Cyrus had known his limitations. His stay in the distortion world had...altered him. Perhaps for the better. After all, he did possess minor telekinesis. But at what cost?

Cyrus knew.

Cyrus had known that he was never again to feel happy, to feel love, to feel any emotions that could be interpreted as "positive." He was all alone, and that was never to change. This was  a sad existence, and it was futile too.

Cyrus knew.

And, in his state of despair, he had an epiphany. Team Radeon was this world's final cry for help. After years of seeing people mistreat other people and Pokémon, the world broke. It called out one last time, and caused the destruction seen before him.

Cyrus knew.

This was to be the end. Cyrus collapsed in the wastes, feeling his DNA slowly being ripped apart. Was it the radiation? Was it his stay in the distortion world? Maybe it was both. But slowly, beginning with his extremities, the man once known as Cyrus began to crumble into dust. But he was not scared. He felt...peaceful.

Cyrus knew.

He knew that he would finally be free from turmoil. And as he was closing his eyes for the last time, a tear dropped. And another. He was crying, not for his end, but for the continuation of all those who remained. It had become aware that they were to die out, leave the planet uninhabited. Until one day, billions of years in the future, the planet could sustain itself and other life again.

Cyrus knew.

His torso was going now, and his eyes were closed. But still he saw. He saw Arceus, the creator. He saw Giratina, the destroyer. And he saw himself in the middle. Not as the bitter man he had become, but as the boy who had loved life and everything it held. Cyrus' mouth curled into a faint smile as his head began to deteriorate.

Cyrus knew.

And now Cyrus could know everything he wanted, in a world without strife.

[thetraingoeson-blog]

The Sad Conductor

Ingo was prepared for death. Here he was crying, half of his whole population behind him, armed, who just desolated 5 families. Ingo’s tears ran freely, falling in front of his shoes. Next to him, stood his officer. Of course his officer didn’t really matter, just another puppet. The officer asked, “Erm sir?” Ingo’s eyes opened with a rage as he turned to the green uniformed, scrapped helmeted, man. Almost everyone could hear the hum of electricity as Ingo looked. Ingo stood straight up and screamed, “NEIN!” The electricity burned a hole through the officers coat as Ingo shoved his hand into his chest. The officer fell to the ground and Ingo grabbed his pistol, firing thrice into the officers head. The conductor was still sobbing when he said, “Vou listened to the wrong commander. I’m your boss not zat fool!!” Ingo aimed the pistol up at the crowd behind him firing, killing 5 men. The people just scattered, not daring to return fire. Ingo caught one man raising a pistol and shot a bolt of electricity and the man yelped falling behind the boulder. Ingo slowly walked over and looked down at the man, who’s hand was charred. Ingo grinned. “Vou made a severe mistake.. Vou will be punished for zose actions.” Ingo raised his boot and smashed down. The mans brains splattered everywhere. Ingo walked away, sobbing violently. His brother could’ve helped him. But he wasn’t here. And now Ingo was by himself. Lonely, and afraid. Ingo walked into the tents, which were pierced with bullets and covered in blood. That dreaded fool, killing these people… They could’ve been saved. They weren’t even armed. But that uniformed freak thought he could just go away from Ingo’s command. Ingo just sat down at the middle of the carnage wreaked seen and sobbed. That’s all he wanted to do, and that’s what he’d do. The pistol was in his hand and his glove was surging with energy. He could take his own life… Ingo saw someone in front of him as he raised his own pistol to his head. “Hallo”, he said, pulling back the hammer.

[fallen-messiah-blog]

Blood. The smell of blood attracted the wanderer to the scene before him. Cyrus stepped between the dead bodies and looked at the lone living human with a firearm to his head. Cyrus scoffed at the man's feeble attempt to start a conversation before ending his own life. Cyrus flicked his hand and the gun's barrel became misshapen, rendering it incapable of firing any type of ammunition.

"You..." Cyrus looked at the man who was kneeling amidst the carnage. "You would be so foolish as to take your life for something you didn't do? I know you grieve for these people, but what reason is that to spill your own blood? It makes no sense in rationality."

Cyrus approached the man and grabbed his collar. He jerked the man to his feet. "If you truly are so disheartened by the loss of life, why further the losses?" Cyrus studied the man in front of him. "I can tell that you are intelligent, and strong. I can't stand to see such a life put to waste. Needless death is the ultimate sin within this new world, and you would sin against yourself? Foolish."

Cyrus pushed the man slightly, and turned around, his back now facing the man. "Perhaps it is not my place to judge. Perhaps I should not intervene. But if someone has a worthwhile item, why throw such a thing away. Hmpf. My name's Cyrus, not that it matters. If you still are truly intent on ending your life, then I will not stop you." Cyrus started to walk away.

[notsohelpessnow]

Cyrus and Bel

It was a very typical day for the young blonde. She was out on a mission to recover anything of use for the rocket group. It had been a while since she had joined and life still seemed fairly pleasant. She had a bed, decent food, clean water, money. No longer running, it was great, it was freedom. Even digging in the debris and trash she was happy, this was they way she got her peace and she was always happy to do it. Though it was always Quiet and a bit lonely, but it was fine, she wasn’t that scared, maybe.

[fallen-messiah-blog]

Cyrus had wandered the wastelands for a long time. The only human interaction he had recently was when a band of raiders tried to kill him for some kicks. "Tried" is the key word there. Now their bodies lay somewhere, waiting to be devoured by whatever scavenger finds them.

As Cyrus was walking, he sensed a faint presence. It didn't seem malevolent, but it certainly was no angel in the wastes. Still, Cyrus approached the source of this energy. As he neared, he saw a young blonde woman digging through a pile of rubble. Once he was close enough to get a clear reading on the intentions and personality of the human before him, Cyrus felt something odd about the person. He could tell that she was suffering from some type of Somatoform Disorder.

"You. What are you doing alone out here?"

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OOC- Anyone wanna RP?

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OOC: I have re-arrived-turned-for the first second time forever!

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Give us a mun pic?

((2bad4u2late))

[fallen-messiah-blog]

((do da pokemon))

❤ Favorite Male: Lance❤ Favorite Female: Cynthia❤ Favorite Pairing: ummm...never thought about it.❤ Least Favorite Character: Kris (For reasons)❤ who’s most like me: Ghetsis❤ most attractive: Elesa❤ three more characters that I like: Ghetsis, Cyrus, Steven

[askboxmemes]

Give me a Series & I'll tell you...

❤ Favorite Male: ❤ Favorite Female: ❤ Favorite Pairing: ❤ Least Favorite Character: ❤ who’s most like me: ❤ most attractive: ❤ three more characters that I like:

[soundsoflyres]

[fallen-messiah-blog]

Sorry about punching you--

"It's already happened. That past has been done. Much like this."

Cyrus proceeded to kiss Ethan on the lips briefly, before pulling back, same expressionless stare on his face.

Cyrus licked his lips.

[wearethegenesis-deactivated2016]

FIRST THREE IN MY INBOX GET KISSES

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World Long Gone (Cyrus x Ethan)

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A leather gloved fist came around, pounding itself into Cyrus’s stomach. Quickly, another fist came up and slammed itself into Cyrus’s elbow in an attempt to make the man drop his weapon. The stranger brought his knee up and his hands on Cyrus’s shoulder, knocking him onto his back. There was a quick swipe and a click, the nozzle of a Mauser C96 now pointed at the man. Ethan stood over Cyrus, a quick tilt of his head as a greeting to the assassin, “Sorry, pal,” He said, “Got a job to make sure this bastard doesn’t drop dead. If you won’t follow that, then I’ll put a bullet in your head.” He narrowed his eyes at Cyrus, “… Wait, I know you. You spend your time at that bar. I thought you were a part of the furniture.”

Cyrus, getting over his initial disorientation, looked back at his assailant. He looked closely at Ethan... this boy looked familiar. But from where? Cyrus never looked at other people at the bar if it wouldn't benefit him, but this boy...

"Put a bullet in my head, boy? What would that accomplish? If this man is a target, I can assure you that there will be others like me who will try to kill him for a bit of coin. And with the state of humans today, they will happily kill a child like yourself. I, however, see no need in useless expenditure of energy. Let me kill him, and you will yet live." Cyrus now looked in the direction of his target, who was now fleeing.

"Huh...pathetic that one so powerful runs the instant danger is detected. Even the smallest of Pokemon would fight for their right to survive... but it matters little. My mission has failed, and so I go without the luxury of currency. You have accomplished yours, and so you will get your pay. So, why keep me here? Do you plan on killing me? For what, the sake of more pointless bloodshed? Either way, I do plan on leaving alive. The question is, do you?" Cyrus' eyes adopted a faint purple glow as he readied for attack. Cyrus meant what he said, he planned on getting out at the cost of the boy. Self-preservation was the only strength in this world, after all...

[fallen-messiah-blog]

World Long Gone (Cyrus x Ethan)

Cyrus had become a wanderer. He shifted to and fro, looking for some way to get his share of money. Of course, he couldn't care less about existing, but as long as he did, he might as well make life as comfortable as possible. It wasn't an easy path, but given the situation, it was the only one available...

Cyrus did small jobs. Wherever he went, he'd look for the jobs no one else would touch. The dangerous stuff. Take out a few radmon, deliver supplies across raider-infested land...

Assassinations.

That was what Cyrus was hired to do this time. Someone wanted someone dead, and Cyrus would gladly wear the blood he'd be shedding. After all, if he killed the wrong person and ended up becoming hunted, all the sooner he'd be done with the strife. Cyrus was just thinking that, when he'd arrived at the place he was told the target would be. And sure enough, there stood a man, tall and menacing compared to slender Cyrus. But that didn't deter Cyrus, his mark was the only thing that mattered. He picked up a piece of pipe from a pile of debris and approached the unlucky man.

But, who would end up being less fortunate in this encounter...?

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OOC 'cuz tumblr confounds me...(about cyrus)

[mankeywrench-deactivated2014110]

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Cyrus, why so sassy?

"Sass? My manner of speech may seem to indicate a certain level of 'sass', but I assure you, that I only speak factually. It just seems 'sassy' since I don't coat it with sugar and rainbows and Keldeos. If you want that, go talk to someone who's still ignorant of the world."

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((cyrus, serenade us something with your beautiful voice))

Cyrus nodded. "Yes...I see now that the radiation in this world has not only killed countless humans and Pokemon...but has developed the ability to target and eliminate specific bodily cells. Seems this poor fool had his brain cells eradicated, leaving him to be a shell of what he once was..." Cyrus looked at the boy. "...Which wasn't much to begin with."