Jul 26, 2020
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“How the fuck am I supposed to learn anything from him in terms of technique if I can’t even find him?”
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herothrone liked your post “Shit. She lost Zoro. Like a fool. You’ve read the manga Jeanne, you...”
“How the fuck am I supposed to learn anything from him in terms of technique if I can’t even find him?”
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Now that you’re looking at him, isn’t this guy kinda scary...?
“...”
He says nothing, but there’s a tilting of his head towards you, indicating that he is listening.
What’s with this guy? An old drunkard? A social pariah? An old man who’s just antisocial?
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He’s in no mood for words. He rarely ever is after all.
He barrels forward as fast as his legs will take him. Uncaring that this opponent is tens if not hundreds of times larger.
He’s fought against the titans themselves on occasion.
What’s one more?
Her approach is nowhere near as physical. Conjurations of flame work at her beck and call, searing, scorching, trying to inflict whatever damage they can manage.
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[Gilgamesh rounds the epicenter at a fair distance in the holy vehicle, readying the Gates for an immediate attack. Ozymandias will start preparing all of his cannons, and Kiara…Well. She’s here to enjoy Achilles apparently?]
Everything is quickly descending into absolute and utter chaos.
There’s a dragon now.
Aldrich, the Gwyndolyn part of him, is sending volley after volley of arrows and magic he’s trying to outvolume the Gates of Babylon and worryingly he looks like he might stand a chance.
And the Ramesseum Tentyris looks like it’s going to have its own set of problems in a minute. Because being what it is there’s a big old target for it on the battlefield.
What you maybe should have expected by now is that the battlefield is the thing going after the target.
Groundswells and columns of dead flesh erupt, hundreds of yards high and begin to attempt to grab or bludgeon the entire great work out of the sky.
He’s not going to make this easy, he’s not going to afford people the time to charge their attacks or make counter-strategies. This has devolved into an overwhelming show of force.
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“Well. Your determination is nothing if not audacious. Commendable too, I suppose.”
“Welcome to the fold.”
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Excuse me, have you... seen...?
(But it wasn’t a dog. It was a dog lobster.)
herothrone liked your post “herothrone liked your post:herothrone liked your post:[… A storm is...”
They both arrive at the top of the steps at the same time.
For a long moment, the only sound is the sound of distant thunder, the roil of distant winds. The imminent threat of rain, hail, or worse. The sharp feeling in her gut at seeing Makoto, like this. As full of resentment and apprehension as she’s ever seen her. Has she misjudged this?
“... Hey.” Without pretense, without any apparent anger-- but then, why this vast storm?
“Good evening,” Ami replies. Was the gulf wider than she thought? Was she just making things worse by being here? The wind whistles between them.
“You followed me to Morioh, huh?” She looked away, as if trying to confirm a suspicion she had.
“Y- yes. I. I came by to visit you a few day ago, and--”
The wind drowned out the sound of Ami’s voice. Makoto’s hand tightened into a fist. “Then you know why I’m here.”
“I do.”
Makoto grit her teeth. “Then why are you here!?”
Divine lightning splits the sky.
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(She looks up at him, wawing and dancing.)
...You seem familiar.