May 26, 2015
Angeal was doing some cleaning around the house that he was living in Calcheth. He mostly kept it clean since he couldn’t deal with messy places.
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Angeal was doing some cleaning around the house that he was living in Calcheth. He mostly kept it clean since he couldn’t deal with messy places.
“Halt! State your purpose.” Normally he was more accommodating of visitors to his mansion, but now that he was a known enemy of the crystal and a co-leader of Sheffield, he had to be cautious. “Are you aware you’re trespassing?”
Why..?
Why were these visions still haunting her? And more importantly, why did they hurt and terrify her so much? She could still see it as clear as day. Could still feel it. A powerful hand wrapped tight around her neck. Golden eyes staring back at her. Uncaring. Confused even. Silver hair framed his face but she still couldn’t figure out who it was. His face was blurred.
Everything except for those eyes.
Why did she feel like crying? Like screaming? She’d never experienced anything like that in her life and yet it felt so real.
How could she defend her home like this?
On a single black wing, the cloaked figure glided through the updrafts and low winds being absorbed by the smoking wreckage of the battle’s end. One out of every three humans he saw from up in the sky were either dead or rendered non-threats via grievous injuries that will take time to heal. He fluttered to the top of a minor residence upon hearing the sound of unattended crying.
“It’s horrible, isn’t it? But dry your tears - I’m here to tell you it will all work out in the end.
You can trust me.
I’m an angel.”
Picking Up the Pieces
Everything was gone.
Even the house that she grew up in, where she trained every day and was named a master, had been burned down. The sight was enough to break her heart and make tears well up in her eyes. But she had to stay strong.
For the people. For her Quartier.
In such times of stress she turned to the charm she kept with her at all times. A light blue star that brought her hope in times of darkness. Words echoed in her mind that pushed her to keep going. To keep fighting. "... There will always be a light." She whispered them for her own reassurance.
The dust still had not settled from the earlier destruction. But now was no time to stare with tired eyes. Now was the time to rebuild. To mend the wounds that had been inflicted on the land and the people.
With a quiet sigh, she turned and started to seek out someone able enough to help her. "We must start reconstructing now."
‘Jyota help us all.’
And in that moment, Ashe realized Leon was right.
“Disable the Quartier: check. Claim hold over the crystal: check. Kill the Quartier’s family: check. Route the heroes into extinction: check. Take over the city: check. Prove my worth to Romulus: check. Prove my superiority to Ashe: check.“
“Best day of my life, right next to the Dreadnought’s maiden flight! And this time, they can’t blow it up! Thank you for my victory, Raksana! Rest in hell!”
Lava and monsters threatening the town, some people able to escape the heat and others not so lucky, Selphie found herself caught up in staving off one of the creatures that had blocked her from leading a few stragglers away from the molten danger. A small distraction was all she was able to muster to let them escape before she became the prey, darting away and rounding a corner before she skidded to a halt in a dead end.
Thankfully, she wasn’t completely alone, and with her nunchaku at the ready, she called out to the figure, “Don’t just stand there! Give me a hand!”
Dash Against the Rocks
Destroy! Destroy! DESTROY!
The word echoed like a mantra inside the stone head of the giant. That dark man, both dark men, they had brought life to him with the goal of annihilating a house belonging to an important family. Who were they? It didn’t matter. Nothing did.
Just kill! Just destroy! Wipe them out! No survivors!
The large estate shook to its very foundation as he rushed toward it. One swing, and the upper half of the house came crumbling down. Screams echoed from inside, all of them melding to the Golem in his simple mind. His size easily squashed fleeing victims, and his strength dash them and their home against the walls. Blood covered him. Blood covered the walls made of the very earth he was.
As city soldiers came racing to try to stop him, the Golem roared fiercely. Their guns were barely effective, but they were still annoying. His response was to start throwing pieces of the ruined house at them, crushing many and watching as many others fled.
He then began running after any prey who got away. No one too young left alive, but he was to leave no survivors. Best to cover his tracks...