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Enheduanna
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Enheduanna

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There are three hundred galaxies, two universes, one Creation, and a hundred thousand years between Natasha Dæmondöttr, and the woman currently standing on the surface of a black hole.

She still feels the Shadowforger's death as vibrantly, as violently, as if it had happened right next to her.

For a single tick--the shortest possible space between two events, a unit of measurement that makes the Planck time look as if it lasts for a thousand years--the woman's composure is broken.

In that one, impossible moment, reality breaks . The black hole is rent asunder, the galaxy revolving around it is torn apart, and the supercluster it formed a part of is utterly erased. A trillion trillion lives are extinguished--mortal, god, primordial, it matters not--and the resulting psychic backlash drives every single mage in that universe utterly, irreversibly insane.

When she regains control, the woman realises what she has done. And promptly shrugs, gathering up the energy left over from the annihilation in order to rip a hole through space, time, and Creation - a doorway from that Creation to another, to be precise.

She steps out into the Tower, directly next to the fallen body of the Shadowforger.

"Hello!" the Night Lily says brightly, unable to detect any power radiating off the new arrival. How could she? It would be like staring into space and trying to imagine the size of the universe; Hannah's mind is literally incapable of comprehending something so vast, so magnificent .

Hello.

The words are not so much spoken as they are thought; reality simply rearranges itself to form the correct sounds, even though the woman's mouth does not move.

It is a strange thing, her voice; though it ripples like water, soft and gentle and inexorable, it rings with starlight and the sound of dawn.

It's like Natasha's, only refined .

19-Feb-2015 12:45:18 - Last edited on 19-Feb-2015 12:45:40 by Enheduanna

Enheduanna
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Enheduanna

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There is a flicker of motion--at least, to most observers--and a man stands before the Night Lily, tall and straight like the blade of a sword. Armour bleeds from his skin; it seems formed of shadow and liquid obsidian, and in his hand is a scythe that, in another universe, might have been known as Crescent Rose. He is not a legend simply because--until now--there are only five people who actually know he exists, and his name is K**the.

He is the crystallisation of a concept - an embodiment of the death in a locked room, the leader cut down in the middle of his army, the bullet you never see coming and the knife you never feel leaving.

There are languages in which their word for assassin is based on the rumour of one of his deeds.

He is also utterly, absurdly outclassed by the woman looking at him with what is probably bemusement.

You killed my sister, she 'says', staring straight through him, and into Hannah's eyes. Her gaze is such that the Night Lily has to look away - even though she can't even see her face. For that I thank you.

Then the woman takes a step forward, and she is suddenly between K**the and Hannah; never mind that they were separated by a matter of inches, that the space was guarded by the sort of technology that makes the laws of physics weep and space-time scream.

It does not matter.

When Creation and this woman disagree on a particular point, she is not the one who backs down.

And so, she is there, against all logic, against all reason, against the nature of reality itself.

However, as necessary as it might have been, the fact remains that you killed my sister. For that, you are dead.

And Hannah dies.

There is no movement, no spell, no sword; one moment she is alive, and the next she is not. The woman has no need for any such dramatics - it is enough that she simply wills it to be.

Such is the might of the one known as Perfect Vanguard of Sovereign.

19-Feb-2015 12:45:26 - Last edited on 19-Feb-2015 13:20:00 by Enheduanna

Enheduanna
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Enheduanna

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She takes another step forward, and she is once again facing K**the - for all his might, he will be dead twice over before he even begins the thought of attacking her. And so he does not.

Sovereign smiles, not so much amused as satisfied by the response; she is not surprised--even after how she killed his lover--in the slightest. Why would she be? It would be a lie to say that she knows the assassin to his very bones - after all, he doesn't have any. But nevertheless, there is absolutely nothing K**the could ever do to surprise her; including what he doesn't believe he hid from her in the moment of his arrival.

She knows that Hannah's mind--a detailed, five-dimensional map of her brain--is saved on one of the memory banks inside his body. She knows he knows she knows. And she does not care. The punishment has been dealt - a life for a life, one good deed for another. It is not as if she intends for Natasha to remain dead, anyway, so why should she deny the same to one who has done her such a favour?

Eternal Scion of Vindication, she 'says', your life is not yours to lose.

It is a sentence that makes absolutely no sense to anyone there - except Natasha, who is no longer missing a head, no longer leaking golden star-stuff onto the Tower's floor, and no longer covered in scars. She lives, whole and unharmed - but the expression on her face, she may have preferred it to facing the woman who returned her to life.

Come.

When Sovereign vanishes, so too does Natasha.

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Well.

That was a thing.

To anyone who's actually aware: yeah, I butchered the timeline, but meh. Sovereign doesn't particularly care for continuity anyway.

Oh, and Master 1, if you're wondering why you didn't appear the moment you felt Sovereign, she decided to keep you out until she was done. I'm sure you remember enough of her strength to know that's easily within her capabilities =P

I'll have K*othe resurrect Hannah later.

19-Feb-2015 13:20:16 - Last edited on 19-Feb-2015 13:39:35 by Enheduanna

Sir Duncan88

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Very long post coming up. Feel free to skip through the second section if you prefer, it really adds nothing to the actual fight.

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“I don’t think those are going to work on him,” the pyroconjurer tells the archer, before he suddenly clutches his head with both hands and stumbles onto the ground.

“Gah…” he pushes himself up, trying not to fall over again. Bright orange seems to flash in his eyes before fading away.

Then the Vanguard is there.

He is utterly powerless as he simply watches the scene unfolding. As the Shadowforger reappears, he wants to fight, wants to stand up, do something, but he just can*t.

Then they are gone.

“She-” he gasps for breath, “I-I felt it…billions of stars…no, whole galaxies…gone…who was that?!”

Then he collapses on the ground, unconscious.

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He wakes, surrounded by fire and light.

Drifting through what he can only assume to be the Phoenix Plane, he floats through clouds of flame, past rocks of glowing orange energy. Something seems off. Something’s not right about this…at least, not the same as it was before.

He comes to what looks like a floating island of solid fire and, in that dreamlike trance that the unconscious state often puts one in, enters without a second thought. Only two metres in and it opens into what would usually be a vast cavern of sparkling red-hot crystals, but instead he finds himself in a room. A really old, ordinary looking shop, to be exact.

After what seems like hours but was in actuality less than two minutes, he recognizes it and realizes that he’s in a dream, in that dull way of figuring something out. However, he does not wake up. And this surprises him. Suddenly he regains his usual composure.

“Hmm…” He says to himself, “Lucid dreaming? Never really had the chance before.”

19-Feb-2015 17:07:39

Sir Duncan88

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Immediately he tries to imagine defeating the Shadowforger. This of course doesn’t work due to the sheer amount of power being reckoned with, but he shrugs it off and, since he seems to be in the dream version of Silvarbor, decides to visit the Dragonsfire Guild.

As soon as he walks out of the shop door, however, he is hit with the impact if a strong wind and finds himself coming out of a doorway in the side of a cliff, of all places.

He lands easily and looks back to see not only the door but also the cliff gone. Dusting off the sleeves of his cloak, he looks around, finding himself on a road, surrounded on both sides by vast plains, giving way to snow-tipped mountains on either side, that are far too tall. Everything is drawn and shaded like a sumie painting, and the road seems to have no end either direction.

Spotting a traveller in a black robe facing away from him just up ahead, he approaches the figure and attempts to say hello before it instantly swivels round. No face is visible, being obscured by a dark hood. But he could swear there was just a slight glint from within its shadowy recesses.

The traveller reaches to his hip and draws a long, slightly curved katana and slices across the pyroconjurer’s vision, and he find himself back in the flames*literally, he can see himself in front of him.

He looks further and sees the flames form a giant image of what he knows is a phoenix before everything is consumed by a white light and now he sees entire galaxies being destroyed before his very eyes. He sees planets, civilizations, consumed in nothingness without a thing he can do about it.

Then he finally recognizes the katana he saw, at least in some way. It’s not so much a recognition but the feeling that he has seen it and knows what it is. Suddenly everything begins reappearing, and countless array of flames, plants, object, weapons, stars.

Finally the sheer amount that he sees is so much that he wakes up.

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19-Feb-2015 17:08:03 - Last edited on 19-Feb-2015 17:08:41 by Sir Duncan88

Sir Duncan88

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*What did I miss?” he asks, unsure how long exactly he’s been out (less than two minutes, in fact).

“Well,” he continues, “we can either go after them, or we can all stay here and fight. Either way I have no doubt they’ll be back sometime.*

Next time , he thinks to himself, next time she thinks she can destroy an entire cluster of galaxies with no consequence, I’ll be ready.

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Having various fire related abilities, the main one being able to act over distance, certain effects occur when something drastic happens involving fire.

On a side note…does CYOC allow magical weapons/equipment? Because there seems to be some use of elements, mythologies etc.

Enheduanna said :
...in his hand is a scythe that, in another universe, might have been known as Crescent Rose.

Any reference to RWBY right now just reminds me of what happened earlier this month…

19-Feb-2015 17:08:28 - Last edited on 19-Feb-2015 17:10:30 by Sir Duncan88

Vrangr Wayne

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Eno Remnant said :
Magic is allowed in CYOC, but highly frowned upon. Which is why Magery and I preferred to use tech as a basis to create magic-like effects.

Magiscience. Class dismissed.

EDIT: And I personally didn't play CYOC much**** was a bit more favorable to magic in the early days, so long as it was approached in a very similar manner to magic.
(with incremental development of a similar magnitude. It was meant to merely be another route to the same kind of endgame, and it functionally was.)

Before that was EAW, A RS-based nation building game which birthed my brand of Magiscience.

20-Feb-2015 03:28:01 - Last edited on 20-Feb-2015 16:39:16 by Vrangr Wayne

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