Echo In Eternity

This is an affiliated Zenos Yae Galvus from Final Fantasy role-play blog.

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Hey all, just a head’s up. I realize I might have tagged everything wrong like a dingus the last time I posted. So if I owe you anything and you haven’t gotten it, please check. Mun does things like this from time to time! <3

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The implications of Dizzy’s words does not fall upon deaf ears. He more than senses that there is a well of emotion behind what she has just said, and he can’t help but be entertained by how...purely human it is. He senses none of the tell-tale malice of Justice or the mindless drones which are bound to her. Just simple sadness.

A dull flame of curiosity is kindled in him. Why exactly does his Holiness see such promise in her?

A warm breeze crosses the water and makes the lights on the surface dance. As it passes his cape, he draws it around himself to keep it still. It’s still in wretched shape, stained with days old blood from his last attack on himself, however, he’s unconcerned with what others might think on the matter of his cleanliness.  “Nearly a year is a long time.” his voice is cold as usual, but not ungentle. A wry grin spreads across his mouth. “And what would you call us...captives?”

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theundyingdisease

A series of jerks, a hit to the face, and Raven’s world went white for a full moment. He almost fainted in pleasure. The damage that he caused to himself, the force of a fist rattling his brain, it was almost too much to bare. He felt his head land on the stranger’s shoe, and his tongue lolled out of his mouth. From the corner of his eye he could see his drool was a perfect mix of saliva and blood. The blood that he so gleefully realized with every passing second was still spilling out of his torn up innards, from his neck with every pulse. 

The man might have said something to him also, but he was too far gone to hear it. “Aaaaaah!” he convulsed. A long sigh that turned into something more akin to a roar escaped his seering throat and he smothered his face excitedly in the struggling legs before him. A new found strength came to him as adrenaline rushed through his veins. He held onto the stranger even tighter,reeling,  fingers digging and digging for purchase.“You need to do this for me, I have to die–ah, I must! I can’t take this any more! I see nothing but bottemless mercilessness in your eyes, I know you can do this! Pleeeease!” he sobbed.

Suddenly something soft hit his face before rolling off onto the sidewalk. He looked down. A mushroom?

“What is this–tell me this is poison!” he said in a labored breath, his eyes widened until they shook from strain. In a single motion he released the stranger’s pant legs and landed on the little thing with both palms.

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@sinfoniette​ Starter!

While the enigmatic metropolis of Spirale is an inconvenience and by  no means a miracle, Raven would be lying to say it didn’t awaken an alien sense of refreshment in him. New sights, new sounds, new phenomena-it’s a flicker of interest he hasn't been able to appreciate for a long, long time. Of course, in his own world, he’d been inclined to seek out new discoveries or corners of the world too when the occasion arose, but never had he experienced change like this on such drastic level before.  Because of this, he's taken to wandering from ward to ward with the listless eyes of an observer. He's at least willing to hold onto this rare moment of engrossment until it vanishes forever in apathy like everything else. It won't be long, but so be it.

It’s during an aimless wandering through the Cotes ward, just before the sun has sunk behind the horizon and there is still an orange cast across the sky that he sees... her.

I-No

She’s unmistakable; brazen as ever with her shameless swagger and her red trappings, the fiend. He has questions for her. There is a bustling mass of people, crowded lively and loud in front of a building that is  most likely hosting an event of some kind between them, but Raven has no intent to rush to her side. Instead he stands there, fixed to the spot like a gargoyle, simply waiting for her to notice him. He trusts that she will. The Mexican pesos in his eye glares sharply in what’s left of the daylight. 

He waits, and waits.

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@shecommander​ starter!

“The child of light and darkness,” Raven glanced at the familiar figure beside him before returning his gaze to the the illuminated Water of Styx at his feet. He scanned the vibrant images of art which reflected like a mirage on the water’s floor with a detached curiosity. “what a surprise.” No, the girl did not know him, but it mattered not.

 Although he couldn’t have expected to come across anybody he was familiar with in Isola, he would have considered her to be one of the last,  and that mostly due to the state she was in when he left. She had been frozen in time, encapsulated in a distortion created by one of the secret treasures; an act of love by the High King of the infantile kingdom of Illyria. 

Immediately he thought of His Holiness, how much hope he had put into this child. He could hear him now, the hope of our world, he called her. So, not only did he lose a loyal servant to this freak occurrence, but a beacon of light too. The very thought of it was making him weary. That he found a way out of this cage as soon as possible was paramount.

“Tell me. How long have you been here?” 

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@greenthundcr​ starter!

Blood sputtered out of his mouth with every gasping laugh, the contractions of his abdomen causing his viscera to riot in pain. For joy, it burned, it BURNED! And it had been burning for so much longer than he was used to. The ecstasy Raven felt right now was unfathomable. He knew from the minute he arrived in this strange world called Isola that he was physically different, but never could he have imagined he was this weak; not til his little experiment with one of the townhouse’s sharpest kitchen knives, that is. He had slit his neck, stabbed himself in the colon over and over again--such a simple, uninspired attack on himself--and yet it had brought him to this point.

 His field of vision was almost entirely dark now, every sound, including the howl of his laughter, sounded so far away. The promise of death lay just before him, he just knew it! This was the closest he’d ever been. The only thing he had to do was get across that final threshold--something he would have joyously done himself had he the strength. Alas, he was too weak. Due to the amount of blood he was losing, his body had been reduced to just a heavy, soaking wet thing that he could hardly control, and he couldn’t muster enough power to deliver the final few slices that were needed to put an end to it all. 

Whether it took an hour or mere minutes to drag himself out of Townhouse 217, he couldn’t say. But he had done so as fast as he possibly could, hoping to the holy ghost he wouldn’t heal before then.

Somebody else had to finish him off. 

A man with merciless eyes was before him now. He crawled across the rough concrete with haste, his heart fighting in his chest. He wrapped his fingers around the stranger’s thick ankles, a ghastly bloody smile on his face and eyes filled with tears. 

“Oooh, please! Finish me off,” he begged desperately, his entire body was giddy with thirst. “Fast! Before I survive--do it! Murder me!” 

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Starter call!

Alright, I’m ready to get this bird in the air today! Here’s a starter call, capped at 5 for now.  Let’s Rock! 

[isolaradiale]

Greetings! Without prior reserve, here is the wholesome Raven from the Guilty Gear series! App can be found under /app .

Welcome!

You’ll be staying in TOWNHOUSE 217!

You’ll be able to heal mild to moderate injuries 5 times a day!

You’ll be given wooden talons!

Enjoy your stay!

–Mod Lyra