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jesterofinaba:
After apologizing to his team and telling them he had to be there for his friend, Copper had rushed over to Roland as soon as he saw he was charmed. Argalia was already there, and usually that would be a point of contention or worry for Copper, but right now he was pretty appreciative of the help. They needed to snap him out of it; they both had an idea of how powerful Roland could be, even if the detective had never seen it firsthand.
Maybe he and Argalia had gone about it the wrong way, telling him that the horrible pink goo monster was not his wife. But Copper had been eager to get his friend to stop talking, under the impression that Roland under normal circumstances wouldn’t want anything embarrassing or personal getting revealed… but the fact that he now has a sword pointed at them, and the fact that the battle around them had suddenly gone silent, makes his heart race.
Copper’s eyes widen and he looks frozen in shock. The Black Silence… he’d heard people talking about it before. He isn’t entirely sure what it meant, but he had pretty good circumstantial evidence that it meant that this was Roland’s specialty when it came to killing.
“-Shit.” He mutters under his breath, and eyes flick over to Argalia, then back at the battle outside, before settling on the voidlike mask where his friend’s face should be. “Roland-” he pipes up, voice clearly worried and concerned, “Buddy, please, I can apologize if you want, but you’ve gotta snap out of it. We can’t- can’t be a family until after that.”
“He’s not going to listen to you, you know. If this charm is as strong as you claim it to be, then trying to reason with him will be like talking to a brick wall.”
Oh, he’s not intimidated by the work of the gloves at all. Trying to use his sister’s own gloves against him is more infuriating than anything. Silencing everything around them won’t do anything to change how he feels there.
Argalia holds onto his scythe tightly, ready for whatever Roland might try next.
“He sees that disgusting monster as Angelica, and that won’t change unless he snaps out of it. What a joke...”
“That’s enough. I’ve humored sparing our charmed “allies” up until now, but I see it’s only gotten us nowhere. I’m going to rip that otter’s head off and put it on a pike.”
Argalia has changed targets. He will now focus on attacking the charmed people! Let’s just say with him, incapacitation is the least of your worries.
hudiehacks:
“Ok… now look at this!” He erases the last ‘B’.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
hudiehacks:
“Hey, hey… Mr. Blue Reverb guy.. Look.” He points a mirror that has has boob written on it.
“Alright yeah that’s pretty good!!”
@booksilent asked: [ O'Sorrow ] Hey, Argalia. Is it true that Hokma killed Steve Jobs?
[BlueReverb] Who the hell is Steve Jobs?
booksilent:
“I don’t know about you… but I think Argalia is going through a phase.”
Argalia is listening to angsty emo music EXTREMELY LOUDLY.
booksilent:
“Hey Argalia… what’s in the piano?”
“Let’s look inside--”
“.......... :(”
booksilent:
As his Grand Finale was launch, he knew what he was dealing with. He covers his ears, knowing he was going get blasted. And HE HAS SURVIVED this attack before. And MUCH MUCH worse.
He changes his stance, holding his ground moving forward to the source of the sound. “Give me…” He is getting closer to Argalia, sliding his scythe to the side where the white smoke circle was forming. And he snatches the baton, glaring at him underneath the mask. “YOUR BATON!” And he snaps it in half. “You never cared about anyone, did you? Because I have a hard time believing you cared about Angelica. Because if you did… “ Smoke trails from where his eyes are.“Would you have planned an entire revenge plan for someone you loved?”
In the corner of Argalia’s eyes, he sees someone in white holding their scythe. A familiar shape to him. “Did you really had a bond with Angelica?” He sees the smoke person; it looked like Angelica… He holds one hand with the smoke person and bowed. “Shall, we have this dance?” And the two of them spun together in their own rhythm.
Waltz in Black.
Before going out to attack Argalia.
Now, the best way to subdue a man who uses a weapon. Is clearly knocking the person out or remove their weapon? But in the Outskirts, and dealing with the backstreets.
You have to play dirty. While slashing Argalia’s cloud body, the black and white couple sliced off Argalia’s arms.
And came together once again, holding each other close. As the lady in white fades away.
“Acta est fabula, plaudite. The play is over, applaud.”
There was no way Argalia could move out of the way in time, the chains keeping him in place even as he struggled. He watched as Roland grabbed his baton, his very symbol of being a conductor and snapped it into two.
He was about to respond to what Roland was saying, only to see a familiar figure nearby, picking up his scythe.
“...Angelica...?”
All he can do is watch as the (ghost?) of his beloved sister dances with that brute of a man, and then...
Then...
All he feels is pain as his arms are sliced off. Argalia can’t help but scream in pure agony at this.
booksilent:
Roland switches out to his sword, defending himself from the tornado. Taking a deep breath to embrace for impact. Sure, Argalia is strong. He feels the strong tornado hit him as the blue turns into pitch black. But Roland still stands.
He lifts his hand up with darkness and slapped it onto his sword. He wasn’t bothered by the sharp edge. Chains covered the sword, as he attacked. The chains went stretched out after Argalia, wrapping themselves around the cloud man. And he could feel the dark aura hurting him while they were on him.
“Those rules do not apply here, we both know this world is different. Did you wanted us to start an alliance and LET everyone DIE?” He yells at Argalia. “Those are kids and teens! With lives that could be striving better than us! They could be the future of not having the same world as our’s!”
In the distance of the battlefield, a white smoke circle is forming. Roland has used Dark Bond! Tetrakarn has been set up on him!
Argalia looks up from the attack that he launched, only to find chains rushing his way. He grunts as he feels them wrapping around him, leaving him unable to move as a rush of dark energy hits him dead on.
His scythe clatters to the ground. He can’t pick it up due to the chains, but he’s not done yet... lifting up his baton, a huge ball of energy, surrounded by music notes appears in the air.
“Don’t make me laugh! Don’t act like you care about these people! This world doesn’t matter, if we’re still suffering every single day of our lives, ROLAND!!”
He screams out his brother-in-law’s name and his Grand Finale is unleashed. A colossal almighty attack blasts Roland, with a deafening cacophony of sounds to accompany it.
booksilent:
“Distorted? Like you? Never.” A black smoke trail follows him with a face took over by sorrow. Instead of going for the arm, for now, he’ll need to mess with him. If lucky enough, he could subdue him with a blow.
He needed to do some quick thinking, as he sees the baton. “Blasted thing. You never cared about getting along with anyone. All you cared about was being on fuckin’ TOP.” He switches to the blunt side of his sword. He knows he doesn’t have all his weapons on hand.
So he’ll have to make do with what he has. He swings his sword for the head with the blunt side.
Wheels Industry! Argalia has a chance to be Dizzy!
“Well if you want to be on top, I’ll show you… what a survivor of the Claw feels like compared to a disowned Color Fixer like you. Because you’re nothing in but an Urban Myth to me.”
“That’s what everyone says before they find themselves distorted. What makes you so different? You think being a washed-up Grade 1 Fixer will protect you from the inevitable?”
Argalia grunts as he’s hit upside the head. He’s not dizzy, but that doesn’t stop it from hurting.
“Only the strong survive. You and I know this from experience, Roland!”
Swinging his Scythe around, Argalia casts Resonant Scythe! A large blue tornado rushes towards Roland, hitting for severe wind damage if it lands!
booksilent:
Roland comes charging in with his sword as if his temper already got the best of him. Argalia never learns, does he? Despite, Roland’s attempts to actually try to bond with him for his wife’s sake. As if that is something she would want him to do.
Smoke surrounds his face before flowing down to his body. A black mask appears on his face, which stares at Argalia. What emotion does he feel? Well to simply put it… nothing. Just null.
He strikes down his sword to Argalia! And he is aiming to kill for the shoulder to cut off his limbs.
ALLAS WORKSHOP!
Argalia’s attack has been lowered!
@scythesound
Argalia is silent for a few moments, as he observes the situation. This was quite the twist, wasn’t it? Was Roland even aware of what was going on?
“Roland... you never told me you distorted.”
Ah, before he can say much else, the other is rushing towards him, leaving quite the attack on his shoulder. As a distortion though, he’s made of stronger stuff than that; it’ll take a lot more than a single attack to rip his arm off.
White clouds, black smoke. There will be nothing clean about this fight.
Argalia pulls out his conductor’s baton, and some blue music notes surround him for a moment. If Roland’s going to be on the offensive like this, he should prepare for a long fight.
Preludio- Argalia’s attack, defense and agility have been increased!
booksilent:
“Baaaaaaaaaah! I got this watch me!” Oh god, cue the horrible drunk singing.
Both of them are slurring their words and wailing. It’s quite possibly the worst thing anyone’s ever heard. Someone please stop them.
booksilent:
“Hahaa…..haa…. pick the song man… pick the sooooooong!”
“I have to do it! I have to pick the DAME DA NE!!”
booksilent:
“Some drinks have the whites… but never the yolk… *hic*.” “It’s not joooolk.”
“That’s just stupid, eggs are for cooking.” he states. “But enough of that!! Roland... we’re here... you know what that means, right????”
booksilent:
“Bro… bro… that would be mixed drink!” He giggles. “Unless the cummies are egg whites or milk… oh my gooooooood.”
“EGG WHITES--” Argalia spits out his drink at this, wheezing. “WHY WOULD THERE BE EGG WHITES?!”
booksilent:
“Psssh! Haha! THESE DRINK FUCK!” He laughed so loudly… hearing that.
And with Roland’s laughter, Argalia bursts out laughing too. Oh god, they’re both a laughing mess.
“PFFFFF imagine the drinks fucking...”