[Far from descriptive, that's about the response given as chaos unfolds on the field- he'd expected to draw attention certainly, but to see the fall out is something else. As the tendrils become something worse, while Kolokifi succumbs to her madness in pursuit.
But Emporio is done being the hidden one, the protected one.
He doesn't know what side is creating that dome, but he's with Thanatos in this- he's not staying there.]
I'm coming! [is what he calls after Thanatos, shooting after him with haste. Conjuring what wind and cold fall rain can be possible to combat the brilliant heat of Summer and Life.
(Autumn is a season of Decay and Death; things begin to die as the upcoming winter approaches. It's the best defense he can come up with, without inviting spring to follow.)
Emporio flies as close as he can to Thanatos, one part by request another to do just as much support for him as he himself is receiving. His hands grip his glider like a vice, and his breathing becomes rapid.
Still, he turns to look at Kolokifi.
If she might hear anyone, would it not be the perceived 'gods'? (Jolyne would have a fit over this, he quietly thinks.)]
What premonition? ...That you would end? Everything has to come to an end to heal, Kolokifi! That's why it's a cycle! You have to let go..!
...Otherwise, you can't ever come back either..!
[Balance and a cycle after all, mean Summer and Life cannot simply be gone forever either.]
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[Far from descriptive, that's about the response given as chaos unfolds on the field- he'd expected to draw attention certainly, but to see the fall out is something else. As the tendrils become something worse, while Kolokifi succumbs to her madness in pursuit.
But Emporio is done being the hidden one, the protected one.
He doesn't know what side is creating that dome, but he's with Thanatos in this- he's not staying there.]
I'm coming! [is what he calls after Thanatos, shooting after him with haste. Conjuring what wind and cold fall rain can be possible to combat the brilliant heat of Summer and Life.
(Autumn is a season of Decay and Death; things begin to die as the upcoming winter approaches. It's the best defense he can come up with, without inviting spring to follow.)
Emporio flies as close as he can to Thanatos, one part by request another to do just as much support for him as he himself is receiving. His hands grip his glider like a vice, and his breathing becomes rapid.
Still, he turns to look at Kolokifi.
If she might hear anyone, would it not be the perceived 'gods'? (Jolyne would have a fit over this, he quietly thinks.)]
What premonition? ...That you would end? Everything has to come to an end to heal, Kolokifi! That's why it's a cycle! You have to let go..!
...Otherwise, you can't ever come back either..!
[Balance and a cycle after all, mean Summer and Life cannot simply be gone forever either.]