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Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
And then she saw an enormous archway leading to a cavern with vaulting ceilings. She was flying, faster than she had ever flown before. The air around her sang of power and sparks.
She slowed her pace to a walk, each footstep echoing throughout the chamber. She approached the ornate dais, upon which a man hung, chained to the ceiling. The form was limp, but not dead.
"Hello?"
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
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"Heh. Hehahah. HA!"
The man's eyes glinted, his hair shining in the blue light of the room. He straightened his posture, revealing another petal-shaped scar over his heart, along with an X-Shaped scar across the center of his chest, stitches running across his neck. His right arm had been burnt black, and dark lightning sparked from his left. His smile was warm and joyful, as he observed Elucian.
"heh...What took you so long, El?"
His laughter was lively and joyful, his eyes tearing up, as he tilted his head slightly.
"Heh.... I've been waiting for centuries."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
"Anyway, I've been sent to free you. You know, crazy colorblind guy committing a sin by simply wearing clothes?"
There were two parts of Elle warring in her mind. The first wanted to hug Kendo immediately, and run sobbing to her friend. The second voice... didn't care about anything. She compromised, and walked over to him, taking long and deliberate strides. Embracing him gently, she could feel his lightning arching through the air.
Elle took a good look at him. He looked like a disheveled version of the man she remembered. There was not a cigarette or bottle in sight. Two scars adorned his face and chest. Her hand itched at the memory of the recoil of two gunshots, ringing out across a city block.
"I see the bullets left their mark. I... I hope you don't regret that decision."
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
Let me tell you a secret,
The real monsters don't look like monsters~
"I'm sorry about Messenger. That kid... he's special."
At the mention of the bullets, he winced.
"No. That was the best decision I made in my life. You know... you know what would have happened. But... I've had a lot of alone time. I've spent a lot of time pondering my life choices. I'm not the same person I used to be.'
Her embrace was gladly accepted. The first friendly physical contact he'd had in two centuries. He glanced off to the side of the dais, where a few photos, the only things that he still had from his time in the living realm, lay spread out. One, an old photo of him and Violet, much younger, laughing as they performed petty crimes. The second was a selfie taken from the underground villain's hideout from all those years ago. Kendo, Violet, and Elucian sat around a dinner table, a Christmas tree off in the back, Kendo and Violet drinking and laughing, as Elucian sat, smiling, off to the side. The last was the final picture he took barely a month before his death. Elucian, Athena and Kendo, Athena and kendo grinning like fools while Elucian stood next to them, smiling. That had been their last outing before... that day. He smiled fondly, as he looked back at Elucian.
"I don't mind the hugs and all, but can you release me?'
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The strangely dressed man scribbled down directions, handing them to Athena.
"there you go!"
He disappeared once more.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Let me tell you a secret,
The real monsters don't look like monsters~
"Time to go greet the other person!"
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
A little while more, and she would have to walk again. But then, a faint something could be seen on the horizon. Please don't be a mirage! Speeding up as best she could, she saw that it was getting larger and larger. It looked like ruins of some sort. Then, a hole appeared in front of her. Glancing at the map, she saw that an X was marked on the hole. That had to be her destination. Did it have to be a dark, ominous looking hole in the middle of nowhere? No choice but to do in. Athena carefully lowered herself into the hole.
Let me tell you a secret,
The real monsters don't look like monsters~
Let me tell you a secret,
The real monsters don't look like monsters~
He dropped the rest of the way to the ground, free at last. Elle vaguely knew that she should be feeling some sort of emotion, but it was simply... absent. She blinked, and stared at Kendo with a blank look.
He wasn't mad at her. There was some relief to that statement. But she had still spent years on the earth after him, wandering. Looking for something. Spending day after day, running towards death, helping people, and feeling unfulfilled. Yes, something had been broken irreparably inside of her.
"What now? I finished my mission." She called out to the strange man, Messenger. That was it.
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
Let me tell you a secret,
The real monsters don't look like monsters~
"God! Finally! I've been wanting to slice off my hair for a century!"
he swooped by, grabbing the photos, storing them in the shadows. He reached into his shadow once more, and pulled out a white T-shirt. He pulled it on, covering his torso.
"Thanks, El!"
When Athena arrived in the cave, Kendo waved cheerfully, a wide grin on his face.
"Took you long enough, kid!"
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
She hadn't seen her in... sixty-five years. The day that Kendo had died had been the last she had seen the young girl. She noted that Athena was sixteen again, her blonde hair and green eyes as bright as ever. Elle was not the only one haunted by that day.
She watched their happy reunion, and still felt empty.
But it made her wonder. So who else was here?
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𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟 𓆝 𓆟
My current RP work:
Kendo was happier at this development than even seeing Athena or Elucian. He laughed, grinning like a fool.
"She's here as well, eh? How fun."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
The realization of Kendo and Elucian being here settled in. And so did the emotions. And boy, were they crazy. Anger, sadness, guilt, slight disbelief, happiness, excitement, hope, all fighting for a place in her head. She didn't know what to say, what to do. An awkward silence fell.
Let me tell you a secret,
The real monsters don't look like monsters~
He started to walk off, back to the tunnels.
"I suppose it was fate. Or, maybe it's the strange mechanics of this world. I arrived in this world a good 20-something years after my death, so there's a good chance you may have done the same"
He ran a hand through his hair. It was messy and disheveled, and much longer than it used to be, even after he cut most of it off.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Let me tell you a secret,
The real monsters don't look like monsters~