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The End[with ~4PR1L, Serendibite, Marginal~Red, JustCath]
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Private RP → The End[with ~4PR1L, Serendibite, Marginal~Red, JustCath]Though Yohan was surprised that it actually worked, the surprise was tempreory, and he quicked regained his usual calm. But this time something caught his eye.
3/3 Limit.
Though it said that the limit would get bigger and bigger one day, it definitely was a strange coincidence that Perceval also refused the notification. Especially when he had no reasons to do so.
Was there perhaps something deeper than it seems? Plus when the other spoke his title outloud, something didn't feel right..
Perhaps there was more into it, but unfortunately, he doesn't have time to make any conspiracy theories at the moment. So putting that strange detail aside, he looked back at the others.
"So. Ready now?"
They better be ready Yohan sweared. They had a sea snek to kill.
Perceval pointed at Elias.
"-That five-star. but I, in particular, don't need a stat boost. I'm plenty capable as is."
Perceval turned on his heel, walking up to Elias, who was freaking out like a kid on Christmas, wrapping his arm across Elias' shoulders.
"So, Eli! Whaddya want me to do? I have a pretty good throw, you know?"
Elias seemed to remember what he was supposed to be doing.
'Ah, right!"
He handed Perceval the shanks.
"So, basically, i just want you to throw it as hard as you can at the serpent."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
They were taking too long, precious minutes falling away. For Ogd's sake, why couldn't one of them just throw it?
She idly apped her fingers on the metal of the train. Because Alaire had a disconcerting feeling from more than just Perceval. She needed to run. Well, she needed new shoes first.
If the world ever went back to normal, she would always be apocalypse ready. This would never happen again.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
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[[Tea is at Noon] watches Alaire quietly.]
[A new constellation has entered the stream!]
[[Thousand-Lives Warrior] clings onto [Tea is At Noon], begging him not to leave her.]
Elias stared up at the sky, surprised.
[[Thousand Lives Warrior] gasps in shock, pointing down at Elias]
[[Tea is at Noon] stops [Thousand Lives Warrior] from speaking.]
Elias turned away, as Perceval examined the knives.
Elias started jogging.
"Come on. Hunting snakes is best done sooner, rather than later."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
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[[Tea is at Noon] asks for permission to grant a skill]
[[Fleet-Footed Messenger] shrugs.]
A message popped up in front of Alaire.
[Constellation [Tea is at Noon] would like to grant you a skill.]
[[Thousand-Lives Warrior] pulls on [Tea is at Noon]'s arm.]
[[Thousand Lives Warrior] asks why [Tea is at Noon] is focusing on Incarnation Alaire Atlas, instead of her.]
[[Tea is at noon] pats [Thousand Lives Warrior] on the head, in assurance.]
[Constellation [Tea is at Noon] wishes to grant Incarnation Alaire Atlas a skill]
Elias led the group to the center of the bridge.
Oddly, the snake was nowhere to be seen.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
"I... accept?" She breathed in between her lengthy strides. Alaire slowed her pace as they reached the center of the bridge. She clutched her glass shard tightly, intently searching for the snek, who had done a magical disappearing act. But not even a hint of the glittering-scaled creature was visible.
"Elias, do you see it?" She whispered quietly. They were in stealth mode.
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[Incarnation Alaire Atlas has obtained skill [Pressure (C)]
[Pressure (C)]
[Enemies of a higher level than you will become marginally weaker for every point of charisma the incarnation possesses.]
Elias glanced around, gripping his pen tighter.
"...I don't see it."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
After registering her new ability, she crept over to the edge of the bridge. She nodded at Elias, signaling to be quiet and move slowly. The snek could likely sense vibrations, and both sound and excessive movement would set it off. Peering over the side, she tried to see if the serpent was hiding directly beneath them.
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[[A Crow Cries upon the Shoulder of the Spear-Struck Hero] watches their incarnation closely]
[[Fleet-Footed Messenger] eats popcorn loudly.]
As if on cue, the snake slowly emerged out of the water.
It was at least 6-stories tall, looking like a giant water snake.
Elias stared at it for a moment.
Perceval laughed.
"There it is!"
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Anxiety along with doubt starts to creep up onto him again. Could.. could they really fight this monstrosity and then survive non scathed?
"..Wow.. A-are we sure about this?"
He was just asking the whole group, but himself included. Yohan did a double take on his stats and skills, and sure enough, there wasn't anything offensive, or generally anything that could really help increase his chance of survival.
Yohan bit his lips, and clenched his fist.. could.. could they.. no he, could he really do this?
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He flicked his pen cap off, sticking it in his coat pocket.
"Fire at will."
Perceval immediately threw a shard of glass right into the Snake's eyes, making it roar in pain. Elias readied himself, and ran straight off the edge of the bridge, onto the snake.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Using her glas shard, she caught a few rays of the dull sunlight peeking through the clouds and reflected it into the snake's good eye. It locked its gaze with hers, and lunged. But Alaire had already taken off down the bridge, sprinting away in her makeshift shoes. If Elias could hold on, the distraction would be more than enough to allow him to shank the snek in its weak spot.
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There wasn't much he had on his inventory either. Unless a ball point pen could do anything of sorts.
Pathetically watching the actions of both Elias and Alaire, the fear of the sea serpent finally dwindled down into calmness. Yes, he shouldn't overthink everything. If he really was a so-called Tyrant, then he should handle decisions things firm and swift, without loosing much time.
Well, that is if he really were a tyrant.
Yohan shook his head, now isn't the time for sarcasm.
If he took the systems words literally, then he does have a writing tool, and if the train wall.. could be his medium. With the sea serpent as his enemy, all his criteria are filled.
Wiping his sweat filled hands onto his pants, facing the train walls, Yohan seriously pondered what he should write down. Afterall, he only has 3 rules.
As if the system read his mind (inwhich if they did, Yohan wouldn't be surprised), a holographic panel appeared infront of his eyes.
Like a fill in the blank, there was a spot for him to write down his rule.
Full of eagerness, Yohan copied down the everything shown on the system word for word, and when he reached the blank part, the dull black ink on the walls glowed gold.
[The Tyrant hereby declares the Sea Serpent to stop it's advances for 1 minutes.]
As if the system acknowledged his command, the words glowed a brighter gold before it stopped. Showing that his command was accepted.
Yohan scoffed, it was only at a time of crisis did the system appear to act obedient. But nevertheless, Yohan was glad that it worked.
He rushed outside the train and shouted at everyone:
"I stopped the sea serpent. But you guys only have 1 minutes! Elias, you better finish what you started!"
She made eye contact with the serpent again, raising an eyebrow. She could see its fury even though it was immobilized. Alaire blew a raspberry, and continued her fast pace down the bridge. It was indeed still following her with its gaze.
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Perceval took a step back, watching in amusement.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Alaire could feel her charisma points boosting her speed as tore down the bridge. She tucked her head and lowered her arms, lengthening her stride. The pounding of her feet on the hard cement sent vibrations through the structure. She timed her breathing to the rhythm of her foot falls. Was the minute up yet? It felt like she had been running since the beginning of time. Yet it also felt as if she could keep running until the end of time as well.
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He glanced over the scales of the snake as he climbed further, ascending higher, his pen holding up insanely well. The snalke was too distracted by Perceval's mere presence to notice Elias getting ready to stab his pen into it's reverse scale.
Elias dug the pen under the scale, ripping it off, exposing the snake's flesh.
With a stab of his pen, the Snake roared in pain, falling slowly.
Next came the hard part.
getting off the snake.
[[A Crow Cries Upon the SHoulder of the Spear-Struck hero] watches intently]
[[Tea is at Noon] laughs quietly.]
[[Thousand-Lives Warrior] prays for Elias' safety.]
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
'Pleasel, let him succeed with his life, please '
The more Yohan prayed inside, the faster he ran for his life. Soon he was just a few feet behind Alaire, running with his life on the line. He did not dare to look back, to look back at that giant sea serpent. Whom Elias was given the inhuman task of slaying it.
Dispite everything Yohan had done, he knew it would only be a miracle if Elias could slay the sea serpent and return with his life safe and sound.
But.. perhaps, Elias was a miracle himself.
A miracle that Yohan had no choice but to put all his chips on.
'So please, come back alive.'