𝓚𝒆𝓴

Indie Doom Bringer from Elsword 

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Best part about the holidays? All the discount chocolate~

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avefausa​:

“Wah-!”

The attack took the small girl by surprise, sending her flying backwards, where she lands roughly on her rear. Once her brains catch up with her body she shakes her head vigorously, then stands up with a bounce.

“That was mean! Laby wasn’t ready!!” But instead of throwing a fit over it, she throws her hands up to bring forth her inner energy, her Inner Aurora, then grab Nisha with both hands to swing her forward. Upon doing so, a large gob of a dark-looking substance flies out of the mirror, aimed straight for Add to catch him off.

Yes, yes! Seeing your opponent flopped on their ass is such an exciting sight. Of course, Laby is a comrade, and he won’t completely annihilate her, but this is Add we’re talking about... In order to have fun, he needs some carnage. High stake thrill and fast-paced action keep his mind sharp and observant.

“Kahahaha~!!”

Her only response is his manic laughter and a swift dodge, some of the goop raining down on him as it flies by. Gross! He’ll make her pay for getting him dirty! The casualties he pays for wanting data, he supposes.

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What was once a grassy field is now covered in debris, smoke, whatever Laby spews from her mirror, scorch marks from plasma, and a lot of pink. Flopped against his dynamo, Add is heaving lightly. Of course he didn’t lose- he just needs to rest is all. Absolutely. Which is why he calls a draw.

“Ugh... damn...”

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avefausa​:

She’s quick to bounce after the other, humming and twirling around with Nisha as they move, almost like she’s dancing. It’s easy to forget how much of a fighter she is, considering her floaty and frilly personality.

“Laby’s always wanted to fight Add! Add always looks so cool when he beats up bad guys!” It’s hard to tell if she’s talking to Add, or to Nisha. Probably a little bit of both. “He seems so strong, but Laby’s not scared! Laby can take down creatures three times his size!!”

The brawler remains quiet as they walk, listening to the hyper little girl run her mouth. Cool, she says? Well... he doesn’t want to brag but... keke~ Of course he looks cool~ But the real question now is whether or not he’s prepared to get bombarded with bubbles and pink and other girlie things.

Once they’re in an open field, he grips his hands closed before flexing them open, the ‘tattoos’ on his arms glowing a soft purple as he gathers energy in his hands. Add quickly turns around and releases energy right at the little girl and her mirror; a silent indicator that the sparring has begun and he has no mercy.

“Let’s see what you’ve got!”

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avefausa​:

She bounces on her tip-toes, excitement making her antsy.

“Yay!! Laby loves to fight! Laby’s gonna knock you to the floor!” She balls her hands into fists and jabs at the air with them, bright pink particles sparking off of her skin as she does. Seems like she’s pretty keen on winning!

Perhaps Laby forgot what the word ‘maybe’ means, but it doesn’t even matter. She always gets what she wants whether you want to give it to her or not. “Tch.”

Hopefully some sparring will waste some of that potent energy of her’s. “Alright, alright. But I won’t go easy on you.” After rolling his shoulders and cracking his neck, he leads her to a more suitable area to knock their lights out in.

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avefausa​:

“You like to fight, right? Why not spar with Laby?” The girl claps her hands excitedly, bouncing lightly in place. “Laby’s seen you spar with the others! She wants to join in, too!”

He... wasn’t expecting her to suggest fighting. He would say she’s too pink and frilly for that, but even he knows better. It WOULD be nice to get hands-on fighting data of her- “.... maybe.”

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avefausa​:

“Huh? Huuh?? Laby’s not a brat! Laby is Laby!” Wooosh. “You don’t look like you’re doing anything. Why not do something fun with Laby?”

“I don’t have time for you!” Even if she’s right, and he’s doing absolutely nothing! It’s better than whatever the hell she has planned. “What could you possibly have in mind that would be ‘fun?’”

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avefausa​:

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Squishes his face. “Laby is bored!! Laby wants attention!!” She knows he hates being touched, let alone having his personal space invaded, but she has priorities!

Swats her hands away. “I don’t care; bother someone else! I don’t have time for brats like you.” Sheesh, the audacity of this bitch. Does he look like the bonding and entertaining type?

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shiningpresence​:

     Of course, in that short period of time while he was off making coffee in the press, Add had managed to simply fall back asleep! Ain moved to his little artifact and gently scritched his head, which earned a soft nuzzle against his hand and a quiet little chirp. In the same motion, Ain softly patted the top of Carte’s head with a soft hum.

     It seems no hard feelings are held either way and Doxology has already largely shaken off his failed attempt at being rambunctious with the nasod wyvern. The strange little creature has already opted to waddle back to Add’s side, flopping lazily on his back right beside him.

     “Good morning, for the second time. ♪ How much sugar would you like in your coffee~?”

Carte bows his head to the celestial, enjoying the attention before coiling tighter, staying in his spot at the foot of the bed. Feeling the soft, marshmallow-y fur again prompts the scientist to continue his lazy scritches, this time to the beast’s exposed belly. He only closed his eyes for a second...

“Mmmh... two tablespoons...”

The sleepy brawler nuzzles his face into his pillow, not trying too hard to wake up even with the promise of coffee. Why does he have to be woken up so early....

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shiningpresence​:

     Whilst Bluhen is busy in the kitchen with his coffee-making endeavors, Doxology is equally as busy huddling up to Add with a series of happy little ‘merps’ and chirps. Upon noticing Carte, however, Doxology stood straight up and stared directly at the wyvern for a few moments.

      Then, he began to walk forward. His head was lowered curiously as he edged forward, coming closer, closer… …And then he attempted to pounce! Which, by all right, was quite a sight from a creature with short, stubby little legs and a body reminiscent of a corgi. 

     “How much sugar would you– …?”

     Ain came back into the room, a mug and coffee press in hand. Just in time to see Doxology pounce, face-plant, and squeak painfully as he hit the hard metallic body of Carte. Doxology, thankfully, only seemed to be dazed as he stood up and shook himself off. 

     “…Haha, I simply cannot leave you out of my sight, can I?”

For the moment, all of his sleepy attention is on the weird marshmallow with legs. He’s scratching and scritching him wherever he can as the thing wiggles all over and chirps happily. As soon as his fingers don’t feel the softness of its fur/feathers, he stops petting...

Carte perks up as he sees Doxology staring him down, approaching. Should he be concerned-? The nasod coils up a bit, watching carefully. Before Carte can do anything, Doxology pounces!.... hurting itself in the process...

Carte flaps his small wings in worry, unsure of what to do-

But it would seem Ain has come back just in the nick of time to make everything better. Carte can’t help but feel a little apologetic over the artifact hurting itself on him.

The little squeak and Ain’s voice wakes Add up once more, rubbing at an eye.

“What...?”

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shiningpresence​:

     Slender fingers gently lace through Add’s hair, scratching gently at his scalp.  Of course the obvious answer would be to bring Add breakfast in bed. However…

     A stubby legged little creature jumps up on it’s hind legs; brilliant, large green eyes peering just above the top of the bed. With a little bit of effort on the creature’s part, it jumps up onto the bed and ‘pounces’ on Add’s side. It chirps happily all the while, nuzzling it’s entire face against Add’s arm.

     “More than even I, it seems Doxology wants your attention.” Ain hummed softly, removing his hand and placing it beside himself on the bed. Such a strange little creature, Doxology was. Yet it was an interesting reminder of his choice and why he had made it – why he had carried on with the party even up to this point, after so many years. 

     “Stay here a moment, hmm? I will bring back some coffee for you.”

     He rose up from his spot on the bed, giving Doxology a soft scritch on the top of the head before heading off to their current makeshift home’s kitchen space. 

     In the meantime, Add would be stuck with Doxology…

Ohh, right for the weak spot-

He almost starts purring, feeling the tug at the covers from something below. It doesn’t take long for the creature to show itself, his arm being accosted by the only creature able to rival its owner in cheeriness. There’s another groan from Add as he admits defeat.

The scientist rolls over fully now, facing the bright-eyed beast and eventually crawling a hand out to pet it. Coffee sounds nice...

But now he’s stuck with Doxology... What a weird marshmallow... He yawns and keeps giving the weird thing attention. At least the other artifacts are based on true mythological creatures...

Speaking of artifacts-

Carte floats over, all the commotion catching his attention. The wyern settles on the bed a polite distance away from the other two, watching them.

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shiningpresence​:

     Peace.

     There is peace within his heart, if naught else. There is always chaos in the world and around him, the rushing pace of feet going from one place to the next with little time to truly remain idle. Inn to inn. Location to Location. 

     Yet even in that, there’s a warmth and a joy to be found. Alongside companions who consider him dearly, & also alongside his companion so dear to him. Yes, there was rarely much time to truly rest, but it was an adventure worth pursuing. On this particular morning, the sun was shining outside and the twittering of birds gave a sense of comfort and familiarity.

     “Good morning, Add~♪” Came Ain’s playful tone, carefully climbing onto the bed as to not jostle it too much. A quick glance at the clock noted that it was 11:34 am - Not by any means an ‘early’ start to the day, but Add was rarely awake before noon if he could so help it. 

     “The others have already gone out to gather supplies. Would you like breakfast?”

A lot has happened recently within the El Search Party. Between not resting between Varnimyr and Rigomor, and everything going on internally for the scientist in question, a resting period is well needed. So, leave it to Doom Bringer to sleep in for as long as possible.

Or, he would, if he wasn’t being stirred awake by Bluhen. He rather stay asleep, but he can’t help a cute wake up call from the angel. He groans and rolls over, finally become conscious to the world around him. Seeing Ain upon finally waking up is pure bliss.

He curls in closer to the celestial, resting his head on his lap.

“Breakfast does sound good... but so does staying in bed.” Breakfast in bed, please~?

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shiningpresence‌:

     Was it not the same as what he himself had tried to do all along? Chasing, chasing, pursuing what appeared so close that he could almost hear her voice echoing helplessly though his head. Yet the more he pursued, the more he clung to that fleeting image so obsessively, the more it eluded him. Misery was all he knew; and happiness ever eluded him no matter how hard he had tried. A failure was all he would ever regard himself to be. But that’s all any of them were. Cursed to forever suffer with the memories of loss, betrayal, and utter failure. 

     “Be quiet…” Paradox said in a low and dangerous tone, already indicative that he might turn on a coin. It wasn’t the answer he wanted. But he would never get the answer he wanted from Doom Bringer. What he longed for was acknowledgement that Doom Bringer was still searching for a way back; that someone else was just as cursed as he himself to try, try, try and fail amidst the endless loop of time and chaos. 

     “It’ll all end soon enough…       You never stopped being a slave, kuhuhu…       Time will claim you soon enough…” 

     … But perhaps that meant that he, himself, was not intent on destroying Doom Bringer anymore? At least for the time being… The more ‘successful’ counterpart would be spared from facing the demon after all. 

Doom Bringer doesn’t even pay any mind to the tone Paradox suddenly adopts. These two never did truly get along, despite how they seem the most amiable among the Adds. 

How truly sad it must be, to be the last one to cling to their original goal. To constantly put himself through such a torture. And what more torture would it be to finally rest and give up? Truly, no matter what Paradox does or doesn’t do, he’s fucked. To be a slave of time himself.. To be a slave to himself-

“The only slave I see is you, who so proudly wears your iron collar. Hope time and space is a much more benevolent master than any of our previous.”

But to remove his collar would to give him no purpose whatsoever.

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shiningpresence‌:

     Such a night owl as ever-! The angel stifles the quiet laugh that threatens to escape him; truly no sooner than parting from bed had Add simply claimed the whole thing all for himself-! Regardless of what Add whims to do - and presumably that meant continuing to sleep nigh until nightfall - Ain has other things to be taking care of. 

     Some such things did mean it was his turn to cook this evening; and such likewise meant gathering the supplies for it and for their future ventures into Rigomor. But first, a small incentive to perhaps get Add alert. Ain gives a stretch, padding away from the bed with a softly hummed tune escaping his throat. His voice came thereafter, a certain deviousness to it.

     “Such a shame…      I did plan on making cookies tonight…      from a certain recipe I ‘found’…      But how unfortunate, nobody will be coming with me to carry the ingredients, hmm?”

Truly, despite their odds, only Ain could be devious enough to keep Add on his feet. Devious enough to give him entertainment.

The scientist considers the information he has been given. Would Ain really purloin one of Ciel’s baking recipes? Is it a bluff? Is the angel simply that lazy he refuses to carry all the groceries himself?

He groans into the pillow.

Ain could always get someone else to help him instead...

The angel, with his back turned to the brawler, gets a rather nasty look shot his way before he pushes himself off of the bed, yawning and finally sitting up properly.

“These better be amazing cookies, or I’m kicking your ass later,” he warns, slowly getting up and collecting his discarded clothing from the night before.

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shiningpresence‌:

     Oh, it’s not the only reason he recognizes this one. That demeanor in itself is enough to tell. This one… This one was stronger than others. Yet for some god awful reason, in spite of everything, he insisted on treating Paradox with some level of kindness? Though, really, it was surely very difficult to be kind to such an empty and nihilistic entity with a very loose grasp on perceived reality. That, of course in itself, didn’t matter to Paradox.

     The Time-Space demon noted that Doom Bringer was vulnerable; Dynamo wasn’t active as he worked on the individual pieces. The subtle haste to how Doom Bringer spoke to him held a certain kind of fear; powerlessness was the worst enemy, wasn’t it~? How lucky for the other, then, that Paradox isn’t here to fight this time. At least, not at this specific moment in time. It’d be too easy to pluck him straight from the timeline with such little fight; it was useless.  

     “Just another dead-end…      As always… …As Always… Kuhuhu…”

      Paradox settles himself so that his feel touch the ground, ‘tails’ limp against the ground behind him. One step, and then another; he moved towards Doom Bringer almost soundlessly. One gloved hand reached up, tugging back his own hood. 

     “…I don’t understand…      …Happiness… Where did you find it…?”

Doom Bringer would not consider this to be kindness towards the spontaneous entity. He regards Paradox like any other. The only difference is he’s not afraid to strike the entity down should he get out of hand. It’s a huge nuisance, sure, but someone has to teach a dog to behave and put it in its place. Doom Bringer is the perfect person to do such a thing.

Really, he ignores the child most of the time.

The brawler lets his other self babble as he goes about finishing his weapon, taking his time as he inspects his work before piecing them back together one by one. Well, when has he ever been one for being exactly precise. There can be margin of error. It would be an even bigger nuisance to be caught without his dynamo, but it changes little.

“I didn’t find it; I made it for myself,” he replies, focused on his task.

Could he call this happiness? Traveling companions that may be growing on him, a loving husband, soaking up the world’s and other world’s knowledge as he travels with this merry band of misfits? He never stopped to give it thought. Is he truly happy here, or is he simply surviving as he always has?

Well, one thing is for certain: this life is much more incredible than being dragged around by chains.

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shiningpresence‌:

     Really, what a terrible influence keeping them both in bed so late in the day. Where the others began their days so early - nigh as soon as the sun rose over the mountains - here Ain & Add were well into the middle of it and still unwilling to budge. 

     A gentle sigh escapes Ain’s lips, the hand ‘pon his back a beautiful sensation in & of itself. Yet, even if the angel does wish to remain huddled close, he knows better than to linger much longer. Lest these groggy, languid touches end up becoming a bit more than just that. No more distractions-! 

     & so against his whimsical & playful desires, Ain pulls himself away from Doom Bringer, sitting up in one motion & so daintily removing himself from the other’s grasp. Discarded clothing littering the floor nearby is snatched up & just as hastily put back on.

    “Oh, will you simply lounge about all day?      I’m going to go regardless.      So hurry, won’t you~?”

One could consider Ain to be a bit lazy, but whether or not that was Add’s influence is a mystery. While the false priest has been known to be leisurely in everything he does, he at least still gets some things done. Add, on the other hand, rather pull all-nighters to accomplish his tasks.

There’s minimal protest as the angel wiggles out of his lover’s grasp, Add easily letting him slip through his grasp. Without any hesitation, the bed is completely taken over by the brawler, his face snuggled into the pillow and an arm dangling to the floor.

If Ain wants to be useful to the search party, he can do so alone. The scientist is simply not ready to get up just yet.

“Have fun...”

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shiningpresence‌:

     How careless. Careless words spoken by a careless fool. Yet this careless fool - it registers to the Mad Paradox which Doom Bringer this likely is; for very few of them spoke back to him in that manner and knew precisely who and what he was. Knowing, and yet not regarding him as a terrifying entity, nor as an enemy per se… 

     No, there was certainly at least one he could remember still living that treated him more as a vague annoyance. An unwelcome visitor, yet one who was still tolerated to a degree. A strange relationship, especially when considering… 

     It was the same one he’d threatened on multiple occasions and yet this foolish scientist still held such an air of confidence.

     “…Bluhen…      You’re the one who…”

     Well, that didn’t matter. It never had in the first place; or so it seemed to Paradox now. But really was there ever any gauging where he’d go with something?

     “You’re the only one…      who stood for someone other than yourself and Eve, kuhuhu…”  

Even while married and being as a much of a loving husband as he can, knowing he’s only recognizable through his relationship with the angel is somewhat insulting. Especially coming from another Add.

“Saying I stand for them is inaccurate. Did you come to be a nuisance, or is there a reason for this visit?”

Putting reason to Paradox is a paradox in itself. There is no reason to him or his actions. While Doom doesn’t particularly mind his company, he knows how volatile the entity is, and he rather not have to fight for his life every time the bastard pops up. The brawler turns away from himself and focuses back on his dynamo. His maintenance is almost complete.

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shiningpresence‌:

     “…Doom Bringer…” Sudden and unannounced, as always. The childlike form called out to his ‘counterpart’ in a lifeless, monotone voice. Which one was this…? Which timeline was ‘this’ one? All of them were equally meaningless, but in only a few of them had the individuals there been able to sufficiently temper his crazed frenzies when they occurred. Or was it one the demon had not even yet visited?

     “Which one are you…       Which loathsome fool are you…?” 

Caught in his sweats and a tank while maintaining his dynamo, he barely catches the whisper of his title from an eerie voice. Doom hasn’t heard that voice in quite some time now, it seems. His attention turns to the sudden form of his child self.

“Couldn’t I ask the same of you?” Surely if there’s multiple Doom Bringers and Dominators, surely there must be multiple Mad Paradoxes floating about out there in the void. Loathsome fool, however, is a title best deserved of Paradox.

“What do you want, Paradox. I’m busy.”