#guildwarstoo

[mystery-salad]

37 For micro story!

defy get ready for them feels!(spoilers for All or Nothing)

Imekaari was so tired, he’d been watching over Lace since he’d found them impaled on those spikes. Yes, they saved Aurene, but they’d nearly cost their own life in the process. And how long had it really been since he’d seen them uninjured, fully healed with nothing hurting them...?

He was so lost in thought that he almost missed the movement on the bed as Lace jolted awake, laying there in a panic. “Hold on Lace, it’s okay! You’re safe now.” He reached a hand forward to gently touch their shoulder, hoping he wouldn’t need to add pressure to reassure them that he was there. But upon seeing him, they visibly relaxed. “You were pretty touch-and-go for a while there, you really need to rest up this time.”

Lace let out a groan before reaching up to run a hand through their hair. And abruptly jolting up from where they lay. Imekaari had a brief moment to realise what had happened, gently applying force to try to prevent them from sitting up too fast, and quickly speaking up, “Lace you can’t sit up right now, you’re barely held together by magic and bandages! I’ll explain the hair just lay back down please.”

They stopped moving, staying frozen in their half-raised position as they threw a distressed look towards Imekaari. Their hand was still on their head, grasping at what little foliage remained. “I will explain everything that happened. But I need you to lay back down. Please Lace, please don’t fight me on recover steps this time, I promise nothing was done that wasn’t for your own safety.”

A tense moment passed before Lace slowly sunk back down to the bed, their hand never leaving their hair as they stared at him beseechingly. Imekaari took a deep breath, “You were hit by Kralkatorrik’s blast...

[mystery-salad]

I felt like I was missing something and went back to find I never sent an ask in return! (It was the 🖊 one). 'X me' & 'Break me' for anyone you choose!

Why thank you for this variety pack of prompts! However, if you want “X me” I’m gonna have to ask for a little more clarification! That prompt is up to you!

But as for “Break me” well…how about your random fact is: Cue suffers from immense anger management issues and tends to forget to think things entirely through at those moments.

((Lace belongs to @ascalonianpicnic))

It had been almost a week, but finally he found out where they were. Ive had given him the address the moment she found out, and he’d taken the nearest waypoint and run the rest of the way.

The house was grand, but not something you’d expect to have a dark secret hidden inside of. Cue hardly glanced at the looming structure’s grandeur before kicking in the door, rushing into the house and practically running from room to room. Why did it have to be so damn big when he’s looking for one person? He barrelled through the entire first floor with no sign if Lace before rushing up to the second floor. Finally he saw a closed door that looked like light was streaming in from under it.

Summoning the construct of a large flamethrower, he shoved the door in. It splintered and singed under the weight of the construct thrown into it, and cue stepped into the occupied room. It takes only a second for him to recognise Lace, and only a moment longer to notice the chains around them. He almost goes to break them out, before movement and sound to his side alerts him to another presence.

“Who the fuc-” The man doesn’t even complete a sentence before his face is met with the side of the construct. He goes down with a heavy thud as cue prepares to hit him again with the overheating weapon. By the time he stops to turn his attention back to Lace, the body on the floor is unrecognisable and twisted, the smell of burning flesh wafting through the air.

Summoning a burning knife, Cue quickly makes his way through the chains on lace, lifting up their unresponsive form before hurrying out of the house. He doesn’t look to see if there is anyone else to stop them. Doesn’t need to. Soon they’ll all be gone. When he finally emerges from the house with Lace, he walks a ways before setting them down in the shade of a bush. He whispers that he’ll be right back, and to stay put, before turning back to the house and once again summoning the flame thrower.

The house ignites as if it were made of kindling, but Cue doesn’t stop burning until it’s nothing but a pile of ashes. All that remained of a grand structure was now a blackened shape in the ground and piles of charcoal.

He turns back towards Lace, seeing them staring at him from where he’d placed them. Thankful they hadn’t moved, he reaches to pick them up. They flinch as he does so but he can’t afford to worry about that now. The smoke would likely bring attention and he needed to get Lace home to safety.

-

Home is quiet. Lace is quiet. Cue notices they’re avoiding him, and he lets them. They’re safe and that’s all he wants. A couple days later, Lace is gone with an uneasy farewell. Cue can only be thankful that at least they’re leaving on their own terms this time.

[mystery-salad]

48. rampage &/or 35. filthy for the micro story! (Suggestion: Maybe use your least likely to become enraged chara for 48? When nice charas snap it's so good.)

How about both! Second one has some blood/gore and mutilation, heads up!

Rampage

Imekaari isn’t violent at first glance. On principle, he’s gentle and kind and soft. But most people on first glance haven’t made it onto his shit list. In fact very few people have.

But most of his shit list, they’re from Lace’s past. The past traumas and names Lace had entrusted to Imekaari on quiet days in the security of his home. He remembers them all. And he will not track them down but they will go missing upon being spotted.

A simple sweet request to go somewhere with him only to be torn apart by fiends, a glance that steals the life from someone who hadn’t known who he is, a feeling of their own blood leeching from their body slowly. He will see to it that they do not live another day and that they know exactly why. They will see his face and hear his voice last. It’s a quiet rampage, but it leaves trails of unknown bodies, worthless to him.

Filthy

The screams died down as Envert pushed her arms deeper into the pained body in front of her, quickly snipping out another strand of muscle to reach the next bone.

“Oh come now, you can’t be done yet! Do we really have to take a break so soon? We haven’t even gotten far enough in to make the necessary adjustments!” She sighs and pulls her arms out, laying a quick healing spell down to stop the bleeding while still saving the hole she’d dug out so far. “Really now, this is a ridiculously low tolerance you’ve got. But I suppose this works just as well,” She glanced at the nearby clock, noting it being only an hour until noon. “I have a date in an hour after all, and I don’t want them to find anything unsightly!” She let out a small laugh as she looked over her blood-soaked arms and went upstairs. “Pity these studies are frowned upon by most, I’d love to show off this hard work for once instead of washing it all away...”