A CHILD? A CHILD YOU CALL ME YOU WHO STOMP AND SCREAM AND TEAR AND RUIN. YOU WILL WEEP. ONE KIDNAPPING ATTEMPT SHE SAYS. ONE. ONE. AS IF YOU HAVE NOT CHASED ME ACROSS THE VOID. HUNTED ME. LIKE AN ANIMAL. YOU WILL PAY. YOU WILL PAY OH YOU. YOU VOIDTRECKERS. YOUR DOOM AWAITS.
There's a moment when the tendrils recoil hit by Danny and Loki's energies but they quickly regroup. A force hits Danny, almost like a wind, blowing him towards the cyclone as if it is trying to suck him into the chaos.
"Stop"Loki will hear a voice, someone he cares for, respects. And then they are in front of him, stern between him and the mass of colourful tendrils.
Another mass of tendrils flew towards Goku and Vegeta, magical energy firing at them as the tendrils themselves tried to wrap around them, smother them in colours, overwhelm them with chaos. They will feel them almost in their minds, beseeching them to just give up, join this chaos.
UNCARING RUINERS. THAT IS WHAT YOU ARE. I TOY WITH TOYS. I WILL MAKE YOU RESPECT ME. FEAR MY RAINBOWS
Tendrils reached towards Zelgadis, trying to wrap around his legs, yank him off his feet. Xue Yang's attacks hit, and a tendril lashes out, trying to curl around his neck, while another tries to curl around his ankle. A blast of energy flies towards Demyx.
OR YOU WISH TO UNDERSTAND. DO YOU? DO YOU REALLY? CAN YOU HANDLE IT? CAN YOU HANDLE THE TRUTH?
Both Kiyoiri and Dairine, though they physically don't go anywhere will see another place. A busy park filled with children, families having picnics. Purple skies, beautiful until the first shadow appears, filling the skies. Shapes crowd out that perfect. They've seen this before. They fall. Screams ring in their mind, a thousand screams, a world of screams.
They are in an office block, they glance out a window as shadows fill the sky, they fall, down, outwards, through nothing and everything as screams echo in their ears. The screaming doesn't stop.
They walk, holding the hand of a child when the skies darken, screams, so many screams as they fall, fall eternally. It's possible for both of them to break out of the loop but until they do they see it, from many perspectives, many angles, the final cry of a world.
ROUND
There's a moment when the tendrils recoil hit by Danny and Loki's energies but they quickly regroup. A force hits Danny, almost like a wind, blowing him towards the cyclone as if it is trying to suck him into the chaos.
"Stop" Loki will hear a voice, someone he cares for, respects. And then they are in front of him, stern between him and the mass of colourful tendrils.
Another mass of tendrils flew towards Goku and Vegeta, magical energy firing at them as the tendrils themselves tried to wrap around them, smother them in colours, overwhelm them with chaos. They will feel them almost in their minds, beseeching them to just give up, join this chaos.
UNCARING RUINERS. THAT IS WHAT YOU ARE. I TOY WITH TOYS. I WILL MAKE YOU RESPECT ME. FEAR MY RAINBOWS
Tendrils reached towards Zelgadis, trying to wrap around his legs, yank him off his feet. Xue Yang's attacks hit, and a tendril lashes out, trying to curl around his neck, while another tries to curl around his ankle. A blast of energy flies towards Demyx.
OR YOU WISH TO UNDERSTAND. DO YOU? DO YOU REALLY? CAN YOU HANDLE IT? CAN YOU HANDLE THE TRUTH?
Both Kiyoiri and Dairine, though they physically don't go anywhere will see another place. A busy park filled with children, families having picnics. Purple skies, beautiful until the first shadow appears, filling the skies. Shapes crowd out that perfect. They've seen this before. They fall. Screams ring in their mind, a thousand screams, a world of screams.
They are in an office block, they glance out a window as shadows fill the sky, they fall, down, outwards, through nothing and everything as screams echo in their ears. The screaming doesn't stop.
They walk, holding the hand of a child when the skies darken, screams, so many screams as they fall, fall eternally. It's possible for both of them to break out of the loop but until they do they see it, from many perspectives, many angles, the final cry of a world.