Post by doctorzero on Sept 15, 2012 1:47:56 GMT -5
"GIVE HER BACK!"
The Fake-Red vanished before the beam of light could hit her. Raleigh looked up to see her above him, opening her mouth.
"~Filii Cadet~"
Raleigh raised his arms to defend himself as the thorns descended upon him like angry locusts.
"Latin is overused. It's bad enough that YOU'RE the one disgracing it."
The thorns burnt to ash as he stood back up.
"Now..."
He vanished and reappeared before the Fake-Red.
"I cast Ultima, the greatest of all black magicks."
A tiny spark flew from his fingertips and stopped in front of the monster's face.
"Render my foe to dust."
Cue ludicrously large explosion.
"~Et Recusant consumpti~"
The energy of the explosion (this happened DURING said explosion, mind--as in, it hadn't even finished) gathered at the Fake-Red's mouth and fired at Raleigh in a beam.
"Oh, this isn't fairAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!"
The blast sent him tumbling to the ground (or whatever worked as the ground in this place) and onto his face. He slowly got up, glaring at the Fake-Red.
"Stop making this DIFFICULT!" he roared. "DEUS PARTUM!!!"
A sphere materialized around Fake-Red, trapping it. "I am not going to be responsible for the loss of another innocent today," Raleigh continued. "Now, do us all a favor and STOP MOVING!"
Countless black and white beams pierced the shell, stabbing through Fake-Red repeatedly before it could react.
Raleigh stretched his arm towards the beast, muttering, "You are my responsibility. Thus, I will be the one to end it," and clenched his fist.
To say the sphere blew up would be like saying that paint tends to dry. It was akin to piling an entire planet's worth of nuclear warheads into a big pile and detonating them all at once.
Overkill? Yes. Effective? Odds are, not very. Cathartic? In Raleigh's opinion, most certainly.
He fell to his knees as the dust cleared.
Fake-Red wasn't even scratched.
"Of course," Raleigh said, resigned, "you're not going to make this easy for me. Never have, anyway."
"~Apud monstrum int--"
"LEAVE HIM ALONE!"
Raleigh's head snapped up, startled. "Who--"
Was that Jaron's voice?
"THE ABOMINATION!"
The Fake-Red did not seem pleased to hear said voice, as it began to thrash about, screaming incoherently. The eyes had opened to reveal that there WERE no eyes--the sockets were lined entirely with sharp, dirty teeth.
"FILTHY! DISGRACEFUL! NOT OF MY KIND! UNNATURAL! UNNATURAL! UNNATURAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL!!!!!!!!"
"Will you shut UP?!"
Jaron sounded absolutely furious (not that anyone could blame him). Raleigh, though, was utterly confused by how he could communicate with them. He made a mental note to interrogate him about it afterward.
"What makes you think that you have the right to torment the people I care about?! First Zero, then Wally, now Red, and now Gantz! Leave him ALONE, you big--"
"SILENCE!"
"I am not going to be silent! Heck, why don't you MAKE ME?!"
"I have a better idea."
Raleigh had decided to take the time during the argument to move in front of Fake-Red and drive his hand into its face.
"You be silent, and HAND OVER THE GIRL!!!"
"RALEIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH!"
At that precise moment, on board the Regnum Dei, Jaron grabbed his head in pain and toppled over.
Tragic case of feedback. Happens a lot if someone is yelling loudly on the other end.
Not that the others didn't hear it either. Jaron was just the only one to get fed up with it while they prayed for Gantz's safety.
Again: It happens.
The whispers in the dark.
The whispers wouldn't stop.
They promised her love and affection, crooning that the Recusant had lied to her about providing such things, telling her that the Father would love her and cherish her, his own daughter, forever and ever.
And then they changed.
Slowly but surely, they became more hurried and panicked, telling her that the Recusant was coming to take her away, and only if she stood against him, hated him, he would die and leave her alone from his way of torment.
And another voice spoke, saying one word.
"Enough."
The darkness began to fade, the whispers with it. She could hear footsteps, and to each one the whispers grew quieter. If they were on normal volume they would be screeching in fury now, but then the footsteps stopped, and they were finally silent.
Slowly, she looked up to see a young boy in white. Something about him seemed unusually familiar to her. He seemed to radiate calmness and understanding. He held out a hand to her, smiling.
"It's time to go home. He misses you."
The Fake-Red vanished before the beam of light could hit her. Raleigh looked up to see her above him, opening her mouth.
"~Filii Cadet~"
Raleigh raised his arms to defend himself as the thorns descended upon him like angry locusts.
"Latin is overused. It's bad enough that YOU'RE the one disgracing it."
The thorns burnt to ash as he stood back up.
"Now..."
He vanished and reappeared before the Fake-Red.
"I cast Ultima, the greatest of all black magicks."
A tiny spark flew from his fingertips and stopped in front of the monster's face.
"Render my foe to dust."
Cue ludicrously large explosion.
"~Et Recusant consumpti~"
The energy of the explosion (this happened DURING said explosion, mind--as in, it hadn't even finished) gathered at the Fake-Red's mouth and fired at Raleigh in a beam.
"Oh, this isn't fairAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!"
The blast sent him tumbling to the ground (or whatever worked as the ground in this place) and onto his face. He slowly got up, glaring at the Fake-Red.
"Stop making this DIFFICULT!" he roared. "DEUS PARTUM!!!"
A sphere materialized around Fake-Red, trapping it. "I am not going to be responsible for the loss of another innocent today," Raleigh continued. "Now, do us all a favor and STOP MOVING!"
Countless black and white beams pierced the shell, stabbing through Fake-Red repeatedly before it could react.
Raleigh stretched his arm towards the beast, muttering, "You are my responsibility. Thus, I will be the one to end it," and clenched his fist.
To say the sphere blew up would be like saying that paint tends to dry. It was akin to piling an entire planet's worth of nuclear warheads into a big pile and detonating them all at once.
Overkill? Yes. Effective? Odds are, not very. Cathartic? In Raleigh's opinion, most certainly.
He fell to his knees as the dust cleared.
Fake-Red wasn't even scratched.
"Of course," Raleigh said, resigned, "you're not going to make this easy for me. Never have, anyway."
"~Apud monstrum int--"
"LEAVE HIM ALONE!"
Raleigh's head snapped up, startled. "Who--"
Was that Jaron's voice?
"THE ABOMINATION!"
The Fake-Red did not seem pleased to hear said voice, as it began to thrash about, screaming incoherently. The eyes had opened to reveal that there WERE no eyes--the sockets were lined entirely with sharp, dirty teeth.
"FILTHY! DISGRACEFUL! NOT OF MY KIND! UNNATURAL! UNNATURAL! UNNATURAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAL!!!!!!!!"
"Will you shut UP?!"
Jaron sounded absolutely furious (not that anyone could blame him). Raleigh, though, was utterly confused by how he could communicate with them. He made a mental note to interrogate him about it afterward.
"What makes you think that you have the right to torment the people I care about?! First Zero, then Wally, now Red, and now Gantz! Leave him ALONE, you big--"
"SILENCE!"
"I am not going to be silent! Heck, why don't you MAKE ME?!"
"I have a better idea."
Raleigh had decided to take the time during the argument to move in front of Fake-Red and drive his hand into its face.
"You be silent, and HAND OVER THE GIRL!!!"
"RALEIIIIIIIIIIIIIGH!"
At that precise moment, on board the Regnum Dei, Jaron grabbed his head in pain and toppled over.
Tragic case of feedback. Happens a lot if someone is yelling loudly on the other end.
Not that the others didn't hear it either. Jaron was just the only one to get fed up with it while they prayed for Gantz's safety.
Again: It happens.
The whispers in the dark.
The whispers wouldn't stop.
They promised her love and affection, crooning that the Recusant had lied to her about providing such things, telling her that the Father would love her and cherish her, his own daughter, forever and ever.
And then they changed.
Slowly but surely, they became more hurried and panicked, telling her that the Recusant was coming to take her away, and only if she stood against him, hated him, he would die and leave her alone from his way of torment.
And another voice spoke, saying one word.
"Enough."
The darkness began to fade, the whispers with it. She could hear footsteps, and to each one the whispers grew quieter. If they were on normal volume they would be screeching in fury now, but then the footsteps stopped, and they were finally silent.
Slowly, she looked up to see a young boy in white. Something about him seemed unusually familiar to her. He seemed to radiate calmness and understanding. He held out a hand to her, smiling.
"It's time to go home. He misses you."