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Dormition of Peace
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Dormition of PeaceDusk shook his head “It matters now what I am nor what I have done. I am no longer restrained by the man you all are the enemy of. He is my ally no longer. I am free now, and now I will do anything I can to help fix what I’ve destroyed. The first thing I shall do is save you all from that attack!”
It didn’t take scribe physics to figure out who Eraqus was screaming for. When she heard his name slip from the god, ”Gira” she felt as if some-thing had punched her in the gut. The howl that Eraqus let out - a hollow keening scream of anger and regret and grief - she felt her own heart pound. For Gira to call to Arceus to strength, he himself had no more to give. She braced herself against the storm, the fierce, unforgiving winds that made staying in the air treacherous. She had to take this risk now. If she ran to her friends, no matter the reason, Eraqus would likely hunt her down, promising death. Scowling, she blew Eraqus back with her signature sanguine storm-lightning, with the same amount of force as a fatal archangel, “I can’t...stay, Father. Not when Girantina needs my help. Perhaps, you can come seek me later.” That was all she said before bolting toward the forest. She could not let Girantina suffer. Not anymore.
Fyssi looked at November. "Are you okay there, Articuno?" she began coming closer, leaving Meka where she was, confused but no longer shocked. She was a little concerned that her exit had left the others vulnerable. Meka seemed fine, but November was here, and he was like family to her so..
Meka looked around herself. Okay...Johto...that may set her back a bit...but hey! Dusk was here now...She hid her demonic smile.
Spiri stared off into space, feeling alone. Now she was out of the lab, but she was lonely. She hated everyone and everyone hated her, it seemed. If only this whole Krabbyapplin of an incident even had never happened. She'd never have properly met these people and she wouldn't be dealing with these emotions right now. What she'd give to be in her cave, happily dreaming as she went into another 10,000 year slumber.
Isa was unceremoniously shoved into the distortion realm, landing with a wheezing groan on his back. Staring up at the odd twists and turns of the upside down world, Isa squeezed his eyes shut, one arm coming up slowly to cover his face. Damn it, he had tried to play the big damn hero again didn't he. This was exactly why He had left. Isa thought he had changed, melded himself for the better and had grown stronger because of it. Damn it, he really was no better than before.
"Umm... Well I wasn't expecting this.... Hello Isa, Bri, Gira." A timid voice spoke up, blanketed with exhaustion and relief. There sat Zexion, cradling Farore on his arms, as he leaned against a rock.
A small part of them registered Mor's words, and they opened their maw to protest to wail and beg for her to stay so that they could fix things again. All that came out was a screech as they curled in on themself, the pain of their mistakes tearing and ripping through their body. The dark nebula or regret surrounded them, splitting them apart into millions of shards, breaking them and dragging their fears kicking and screaming out into the open. Their jowl ached as they unhinged their jaw to choke on their own voice, thick molasses dribbling from their wild eyes. The storm enveloped them in a deathly embrace, breaking, strangling, killing them. A blood-curdling scream Rose from their chest, expelling his built up emotions into one awful
and all at once it stopped
The storm disappeared in an explosion of darkness, doing no damage save for the rustle of trees. Eraqus was left to slowly drift down to the ground, gasping for breath as they heaved sir into their empty lungs. Giving up their power temporarily always took a toll on them as they could never give up a fraction of their power. They always had to give all of it away and there in lies the danger. Without their power they were painfully exposed and fragile, weak to even the smallest of pokes. Crumpling onto the ground, they lay there chest rising and falling erratically. They would recover their strength first before planning anything else. They felt torn between searching for Mor again and seeing if Gira was alright. A stab of regret pierced their tender heart, lip trembling ever so slightly. After what they did, would either of them even welcome them back with open arms?

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