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#Post#: 34083--------------------------------------------------
Fallout
By: Bloodwitch Date: August 21, 2019, 3:22 pm
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"IƬ ƬRЦLY IS
ЩӨПDRӨЦS ЩΉΛƬ
MΛПKIПD ΉΛS
ΛCCӨMPLISΉΣD IП MY YΣΛRS
ӨF SLЦMBΣR."
Pure and absolute chaos. That's what had awaited anyone that was
in Mobotropolis when the nefarious Dr. Robotnik had made his
grand stand. Pandora, who had been merely an observer during the
incident had seen a wealth of interesting individuals in the
chaos. There were heroes bards would sing songs of in her day,
villains that elders would have used to scare the young in
fireside tales, and people in between that held the power to be
confused as demigods. Endless possibility had been burned into
the player's blood. It gave the witch hope, that even in this
world without gods, she could CREATE an avatar for it. Hope...It
hadn't been diminished, and in this rotten world of vice and sin
hope was all one could hold on to.
So with possibility being laid out before her, Pandora the
Bloodwitch stood in the plains of the Green Hill zone among
several other refuges that had been successfully evacuated.
Despite all the misery and pain that had surrounded her. The
vixen sat with a lovely little smile. Questions filled the air
around her. 'What do we do now?' 'Where is my family?' 'Why
didn't Sonic save us?' 'Where were the Freedom Fighters?' 'How
could this happen?' 'Why did they let this happen?' In a storm
of misery and doubt, the Vixen's smile grew as she clasped her
hands over her head thinking to each and every valiant warrior
she had seen.
[center]"ЩӨПDRӨЦS...ЩӨ
ПDRӨЦS...ЩӨПDRӨЦ
S!
ЩӨПDRӨЦS!!!"
[/center]
The vixen giggled out wildly, causing all other survivors turn
to her wearily. Some thought she had snapped, others thought she
was mocking them, and one: A rather large wolf, gruffly
approached her and lifted her by her collar. "What's got you so
cheery you crazy Bitch?" The wolf snarled as Pandora continued
to laugh. The wolf would only be able to see a flicker in the
ancient one's eye however as just like that every finger on has
hand would SNAP causing him to cry out and release the woman.
Her mad giggles died down a bit as she felt herself touch the
ground once more.
"YӨЦ ӨF SIMPLΣ ΛПD
FΣΣBLΣ MIПDS
CΛППӨƬ PӨSSIBLY
CӨMPRΣΉΣПD ƬΉΣ
MΛJΣSƬY ӨF ЩΉΛƬ
ЩΣ ΉΛVΣ SΣΣП. I
ЩΣΣP FӨR YӨЦR ЦGLY
ЩΣΛKПΣSS."
#Post#: 34084--------------------------------------------------
Re: Fallout
By: SpaceofWaste Date: August 21, 2019, 6:05 pm
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The porcupine was out on an exhibition for magic items. When
things went south for Mobotropolis. He was making his way back
to his home. A backpack slung over one shoulder his spellbook
over the other Reck stumbled upon the group in Green Hill by
complete accident. He had sensed something magic. Unsure if it
was an item or a person the porcupine decided to investigate.
Reck didn't recognize anyone in the group. He was confused by
the volume of people in Green Hill.
He heard someone speak before he could ask why there was such a
gathering. "YӨЦ ӨF SIMPLΣ ΛПD
FΣΣBLΣ MIПDS
CΛППӨƬ PӨSSIBLY
CӨMPRΣΉΣПD ƬΉΣ
MΛJΣSƬY ӨF ЩΉΛƬ
ЩΣ ΉΛVΣ SΣΣП. I
ЩΣΣP FӨR YӨЦR ЦGLY
ЩΣΛKПΣSS." The way she spoke sent
shivers through his quills and down his spine. Something about
her made him feel unease. When he saw who was speaking he felt
worse. The spellbook at Reck's side shook slightly in her sling.
This vixen was without a doubt the source of the magic energy.
Reck swallowed his fear and asked a question that he felt would
seem normal. "Why is Green Hill so popular today?" The question
and a half smile was almost all he could muster. The mere
presence of the vixen worried him to the core. He saw the wolf
whose hand looked like someone had taken a hammer to it. Every
bone in his fingers broken. Something was very wrong, and Reck
would get to the bottom of it. That of course was only because
it was his job.
#Post#: 34085--------------------------------------------------
Re: Fallout
By: Bloodwitch Date: August 22, 2019, 3:25 pm
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As the people backed away from the vixen, Reck would find a few
people bumping into him as they murmured to themselves. As the
boy asked his question however, he'd finally get a response from
a Opossum mother and her two wailing kids. She looked upon him
with an almost incredulous look over his seemingly casual
demeanor. "D-Doctor Robotnik...He's back!" She squeaked, her
voice trembling with a potent mixture of dread and terror. "He
took over Mobotropolis and left us without a home! Not even
Sonic could stop him! Not everyone managed to escape!" She
uttered in fear as she tried desperately to calm her two kids.
As she was shushing them an older gentleman, a brown bear with a
bushy grey mustache stepped in.
"That wasn't Sonic! Robotnik said Sonic was dead! This is just
like when he and Infinite took over all over again!" The bear
declared with the tap of his cane. "Except this time even with
all the Resistance's most powerful fighters they failed us!
We're doomed!" He cried out throwing his arms out in a dramatic
fashion.
"Quiet gramps! The day will be saved! I know it!" A teenager
barked in response which led to an uproar of arguing from all
the gathered citizens.
Among the chaos however, the porcupine would notice something
odd. Pandora hadn't stopped staring at him since he had shown
up. Those scarlet hues were transfixed. She made not one move.
She only stared.
#Post#: 34086--------------------------------------------------
Re: Fallout
By: SpaceofWaste Date: August 22, 2019, 4:09 pm
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Reck tried to comfort the crowd. "If Robotnik has returned. You
all know his first move is always his power play." The porcupine
motioned everyone to calm down with his arms. "This power play
always causes a little chaos, ends some lives, as sad as that
may be, and catches the resistance off guard." The porcupine
only half believed what he was saying. Especially with the news
of Sonic's death. Sweat formed at his brow and his eyes lowered.
He raised his voice to sound more enthusiastic about the
situation. "Mobotropolis has been taken before. We have all been
pushed out of our comfort zone before. The time will come again
for us to return to our homes. Have hope now fellow mobians."
The porcupine sighed under his breath. He knew this has happened
before. These people they needed something. Reck was not that.
They needed a beacon of light in this dark hour. The porcupine
could only hope to stop them from tearing each other apart.
Even with his attention on the crowd Reck felt the vixen's cold
stare. Every now and again glancing at her from the corner of
his eye. She still brought a sense of terror through his bones.
"Why is she staring at me? Does she know I also use magic." The
porcupine questioned in his mind. He patted the heads of one of
the Opossum children hoping it would help calm. The little one
down. He continued his speech of hope. "Have hope now that we
can return home sooner rather than later. The resistance has
never let us down before!" The porcupine loathed himself on the
inside. He was never a fan of the resistance. Those "freedom
fighters" of Mobius. Reck often found himself wondering even
through all their heroics if Mobius would be safer without them.
He spoke for the people who were all shaken by events. That he,
himself had not witnessed. He had no idea how bad it actually
was in Mobotropolis.
Reck's speech had ended. The stare of the vixen still piercing
his very being. Atleast to Reck that is what it felt like. He
decided to speak to the vixen. Reck approached her slow,
although not getting too close. The porcupine's spellbook again
shook in it's sling. "Excuse me miss, I couldn't help to notice
you staring. Is everything alright?" The porcupine asked calmly,
through his fear. Reck could sense her power. It was the only
thing his body could focus on since he got close. One wrong move
could put these civilians in danger. He would try his hardest to
avoid that.
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Re: Fallout
By: Bloodwitch Date: August 22, 2019, 5:18 pm
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Pandora continued to stare as he approached. In fact, she made
no move one way or the other, she drunk in his nervousness...His
fear...His reluctance... It was honestly toe curling how
exciting it was. She could hardly keep a straight face as he
spoke to her. Though her lips curled into a smile as he finally
mustered up his courage to ask.
'Is everything alright?'
Said the fly to the spider.
A soft giggle escaped her lips as she finally closed her eyes.
It was a brief reprieve from that burning stare, though that
tense air still hung above them like an oppressive weight.
"ΉΣLP MΣ? I ΛM
FLΛƬƬΣRΣD, ƬRЦLY..." Her
voice came out, it was definitely common she spoke but it held a
heavy accent. Depending how world the porcupine was he might be
able to realize that the accent was close to that of someone
from Apotos but yet it sounded much different. There was a
fluidity about it that made it seem like everyone in Apotos was
speaking incorrectly, like she was in on some secret no one else
knew. It was truly bizarre.
"I DӨП'Ƭ RΣQЦIRΣ
MЦCΉ, ЦПLIKΣ ƬΉΣ
ӨƬΉΣRS I
SЦSƬΛIПΣD ПӨ LӨSS
IП ƬΉΣ ΛƬƬΛCK." She
said waving an arm toward the gathered people, some of them
already returning their worried gazes toward her. Her smile
grew, as her eyes slowly opened.
Her normally sanguine colored eyes flashed brightly revealing a
deep glowing red. The porcupine would definitely be able to feel
the immense magical pressure of an all powerful witch that
existed in the time of the gods as she looked upon him with her
glowing eyes. She slowly stood as she once again parted her lips
to speak.
[center]"I ͘ΉЦMBLY
RΣ̀QЦ͝Σ̴SƬ̨
F͢Ө͡R̨
͏Y͡ӨЦ̛R̵
B́LӨӨ͟D͢."[/center]
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Re: Fallout
By: SpaceofWaste Date: August 22, 2019, 5:43 pm
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The vixen's calmness amounst the chaos threw Reck through a
loop. She claimed to lose nothing in Mobotropolis. So why was
she here. He only slightly recognized her accent, but her
couldn't place it. The situation was worrying to say the least.
As the vixen's eyes started to glow red. Reck's brow started to
sweat immensely. Her powers overwhelming the receptors in Reck's
body. The porcupine took a half step backwards. His fears all
seems to come to fruition. The book beeped and squealed a
warning. Though the warning came all too late as the vixen
spoke.
"I ͘ΉЦMBLY
RΣ̀QЦ͝Σ̴SƬ̨
F͢Ө͡R̨
͏Y͡ӨЦ̛R̵
B́LӨӨ͟D͢."
The very question shook Reck to his core. The vixens demeanor
helped him none in this situation. Reck couldn't even muster a
retort. True fear. This is something Reck had never felt before.
His blood ran cold. Ice crystals started forming at his finger
tips. He couldn't escape her stare. Her power. Reck swallowed a
hard gulp. It was a fleating attempt to hide his fear. "M-my
blood? Who.. Who are you? D-do you intend to k-kill me?" His
speech came out in a stagger, all the pseudo confidence he had
before gone. He gripped his book close with one hand sticking
the other foreward a fiery glow formed around it. "T-these
people have lost enough. Let them leave." Reck was unsure if he
could handle the vixen. Her power greatly exceeded his own, but
he had to help these people. Reck was no hero. He frowned upon
crimes commited with magic. He had to take some kind of stand.
Even if it left him with no breath in his lungs.
#Post#: 34089--------------------------------------------------
Re: Fallout
By: Bloodwitch Date: August 22, 2019, 6:04 pm
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The vixen slowly stood up as she raised her hands above her
head. "I'LL ƬΛKΣ ΛS MЦCΉ ΛS
I CΛП SQЦΣΣZΣ
ӨЦƬ ӨF YӨЦ. IF
YӨЦ DIΣ, ЩΣLL, IƬ'LL BΣ
FӨR Λ GӨӨD CΛЦSΣ." She
explained with a smirk as her eyes continued to glow. Terrified
screams filled the air as some of the wounded that were being
treated suddenly collapsed. A red trail lifted into the air and
formed above the witches hands as she SIPHONED the blood from
their wounds to snake around her arms in a pair of crimson
coils. The wounded men and women lay there, their bodies looking
shriveled and colorless as they were so effortlessly drained.
The remaining Mobians all began to flee in a wild panic, leaving
the dried husks behind but the vixen made no effort to stop them
she instead lowered her hands and let that blood swirl around
her like an aura of death and decay.
"DӨП'Ƭ FRΣƬ
ΛBӨЦƬ ƬΉΣ DΣΛD.
ƬΉΣIR LIVΣS ΛRΣ GӨIПG
ƬӨ BΣ ЦSΣD ΛS ƬΉΣ
PΛIПƬS ƬΉΛƬ ЩILL
LΣƬ MΣ CRΣΛƬΣ SЦCΉ
ЩӨПDΣRFЦL ΛRƬ!
YӨЦR LIFΣ ӨП ƬΉΣ
ӨƬΉΣR ΉΛПD...ЩILL
BΣ ЦSΣD ƬӨ ΉΣLP MΣ
SCЦLPƬ DΣSƬIПY.
SЦRRΣПDΣR ПӨЩ,
ΛПD BΣCӨMΣ ƬRЦΣ
BΣΛЦƬY!" Pandora said pointing her bladed
finger toward the porcupine with a wicked smile.
HTML https://youtu.be/rEKphUrHHeQ
"RΣJӨICΣ, ΛПD GIVΣ
YӨЦR LIFΣ ЦПƬӨ MΣ!
PΛПDӨRΛ ƬΉΣ
BLӨӨDЩIƬCΉ!"
#Post#: 34090--------------------------------------------------
Re: Fallout
By: SpaceofWaste Date: August 22, 2019, 6:28 pm
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Reck turned to witness the deaths of the injured. The smell of
their blood filled his nostrils. Fear and anger ran his blood to
a boil. He was powerless to stop as she drained them to husks of
what they once were. The porcupine was at a loss for words of
what unraveled before him. Reck the pride of his school. The
elder mages filled his head with a delusion of how strong his
magic powers were. Never before had he encountered a magic user
this great. He feared this would be his last battle. Tears
streamed from his eyes, but no sound escaped his mouth. The
tears were not for him however. They came for the dead. He did
find himself slightly relieved that this witch let those
uninjured leave, but only slightly.
Her words ran through his mind.
"YӨЦR LIFΣ ӨП ƬΉΣ
ӨƬΉΣR ΉΛПD...ЩILL
BΣ ЦSΣD ƬӨ ΉΣLP MΣ
SCЦLPƬ DΣSƬIПY.
SЦRRΣПDΣR ПӨЩ,
ΛПD BΣCӨMΣ ƬRЦΣ
BΣΛЦƬY!" What destiny could she mean? He
only knew it couldn't be good. He released his grasp on the book
and raised his other hand any icey blue around it. The porcupine
wasn't prepared for this.... This insanity. He could only hope
to win whatever was to happen next.
Pandora's cold heartedness. Something about how calm she was so
unsettling. No, not just her calmness. She was so unsettling.
Reck swallowed again. Finally he found words. "I am Reck the
porcupine. Elemental wizard. I do not know you, Pandora, as you
do not know me. I will not fall by your hand, and I won't
surrender to what insanity you call destiny." A large blast of
fire escaped his hand directed at the vixen. His feet found
movement in his anger. He took a side step. Reck had to stop the
monster before him. Reck's red and blue arua pulsed from his
entire being.
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