09-26-2015, 11:39 PM
Nothing seemed to be working.
Christa had motioned to everyone cognizant and able, to fire at the angel’s shields. If they took down the angel, the rest of their friends would come tumbling back into reality. She hoped. But the damned shields wouldn’t come down.
She had called everyone to arms. Christa fired her pistol and shouted back at anyone and everyone around. People responded, some even, looked relieved. The worry left their faces as suddenly they didn’t have to defend themselves from their friends or worry about surviving in the void which threw random objects bulldozing toward them, at record speed.
Klaud joined Christa, seeing how her plead for mercy wasn’t enough to win over the deathly angel. Of course, the angel recognized it was being attacked now, and this caused everyone who was corrupted (Abner, Raw Onion, Isaac, Pinocchio, Grobdum) to wage a much more desperate war on them.
Christa took the moment to change out her clip, and her eyes snagged on her favorite robot.
“Top Man. I... I need you to dance.” the robot’s lens regained focus as Christa explained in the limited time she had. “You may not have known, but, I’ve been a fan of yours for some time. It was only after I met you did I start to watch some of your older videos. And while I... Don’t want to star in any of them, I noticed one of your best equipped skills. I need to call upon you now. I need you to dance.”
Her eyes quickly scanned the influx of their allies-now-turned-enemies and hoped he understood. “I don’t want to hurt them.” She admitted. And that was where Top-Man came in. “Disarm them, distract them, do all you can. And if nothing works, then it will have been too late.” She sighed and turned back. “I’m focusing the others on breaking down the forcefield, but.. I fear the worst you will gain us by putting your life on the line is only a little extra time.”
Top man began to dance, as Grobdum whirled forward and cast a magic spell. Clouds conglomerated in a thin sparkle around the shield and the group attacking it, but nothing penetrated the shield, and Top Man began to bust a move.
“Crow! Get your soggy ass over here!” she shouted, holding back the urge to call him a ‘landlubber’ just to piss him off and make him use that fury on the angel’s defenses. Almost.
Meanwhile, Top-Man was kicking ass. He had begun with break dancing, which caught the others off guard. Move after move, he twisted and shifted, locking metallic joints and scurrying forward as he bumped into his friends. It was almost... Diplomatic. And Christa’s plan had been working. Pinocchio and friends weren’t being harmed -aside from the occasional bruise and jarring steamroll- and time was easily bought, as Raw Onion seemed unusually transfixed at the Pop n’ lock robot.
Everything was well, until Isaac’s blood scattered the air in front of Top Man.
Clayton had taken initiative, and though he had also taken a few hits from one of their ally’s. She scoffed a bit, but commended the man’s shot. He aimed his rifle where everyone else had, and Christa would have liked to lie to herself, convince her that there was a chance -that they were making a dent in the fortress- but their progress was nil at best.
They needed more firepower. They needed everyone.
Richtoffen and Lyra came just in the nick of time. Lyra’s bowstring immediately sprung as she saw what Christa was doing. In the elf’s arms the bow grew taught, until she released a flurry of arrows. One after another, they ricocheted off of the shield, whereas all the bullets seemed to simply disintegrate.
Abner broke through the shimmering haze, his eyes clear. The goggles shifted on his forehead. "In the center, the angel is holding a sphere. I think that's its weak spot. If you take down the force field, we will all fire at the shield."
The moment after Abner briefed her, a single arrow flew Christa’s way. She fell off of her feet. Another gash leaked blood and the haze clouded around her.
“Fuck.” she pulled her hand away from her arm, only to see the palm of her hand rich with blood. Her shirt was quickly drenched.
SMACK!
Something collided into Christa’s face. This better be a fucking medkit... She thought sardonically, because of all this random shit that was floating about the senseless void was useless. Christa’s hands moved the flat surface from her face. Christa immediately frowned when she saw what it was. A Ouija board.
The little piece that moved around on the board now moved rapidly as she held the board in her hands. Christa read as the invisible presence moved the piece over the letters:
“C-H-R-I-S-T-A- I-S- T-H-A-T- Y-O-U?”
The warm blood that flowed in her veins suddenly turned to ice.
“Who... What kind of joke...?” The breath in her lungs had been taken by shock’s cruel chill.
Goosebumps covered her skin, needling the hair on the back of her neck.
Christa didn’t know which Katia she was speaking to. Anything was truly possible in the Void. Was this the one she once knew, or had come to know here, in the Omniverse.
Either way, she didn’t need the confirmation that soon followed, to tell her it was her sister, from the other side.
“T-H-I-S- I-S- K-A-T-I-A.”
Christa’s hands shook, she sucked in a breath for strength, seeking redemption, and to steady herself.
After all that had happened. Her “sister” had found her again. “Katia, is this you? How did you-” She was silenced as the dial moved once more.
“H-O-W- D-O- Y-O-U- F-A-R-E- A-G-A-I-N-S-T- T-H-E- A-N-G-E-L-?”
“What...” But Christa knew she meant the celestial being, a guardian of the void. “Nothing breaks it’s defense. Everyone has given something, and the forcefield will not fall.”
“T-A-K-E- T-H-I-S- A-N-D- S-A-V-E Y-O-U-R F-R-I-E-N-D-S.” The ghost smiled from her invisible plain. “After all, I did bring you all together.”
“Take what?!” Christa fumed. Conditions for their group were only worsening with time. As though the angel’s power was fluctuating.
“S-P-E-A-R.”
“Spear?” Christa muttered under her breath. Never one to ask stupid questions, the dial was taken OFF of the board, and Christa quickly stood up and followed.
Soon, the dial slowed to a stop, and embedded in the fabric of the Void, was a small pocket, Christa was unwilling to put her arm in -as she didn’t want to loose function of her only good arm- but with little reluctance, slipped her hand in and out came a large spear. The ex-soldier had no way of knowing it was the Spear of Longinus.
Christa made her way back to the group, and just in time, as Isaac and Grobdum had united forces.
The spear wielded in her left arm, which was still bleeding from Lyra's arrow. The leader was battered and broken, yet still, determined to take down the shield. Then, it would be up to them.
A breath.
Her grasp tightened, and the spear launched from her hand.
Christa was immediately shocked with a staggering wave of electricity, flung backward ten feet, and knocked unconscious. Upon a closer look, her abdomen and chest wasn’t moving.
Her group's firepower finally hit the angel, and a lucky shot quenched the sphere that glowed close to Arael's chest.
Light bathed them all and Arael was no more.
Christa had motioned to everyone cognizant and able, to fire at the angel’s shields. If they took down the angel, the rest of their friends would come tumbling back into reality. She hoped. But the damned shields wouldn’t come down.
She had called everyone to arms. Christa fired her pistol and shouted back at anyone and everyone around. People responded, some even, looked relieved. The worry left their faces as suddenly they didn’t have to defend themselves from their friends or worry about surviving in the void which threw random objects bulldozing toward them, at record speed.
Klaud joined Christa, seeing how her plead for mercy wasn’t enough to win over the deathly angel. Of course, the angel recognized it was being attacked now, and this caused everyone who was corrupted (Abner, Raw Onion, Isaac, Pinocchio, Grobdum) to wage a much more desperate war on them.
Christa took the moment to change out her clip, and her eyes snagged on her favorite robot.
“Top Man. I... I need you to dance.” the robot’s lens regained focus as Christa explained in the limited time she had. “You may not have known, but, I’ve been a fan of yours for some time. It was only after I met you did I start to watch some of your older videos. And while I... Don’t want to star in any of them, I noticed one of your best equipped skills. I need to call upon you now. I need you to dance.”
Her eyes quickly scanned the influx of their allies-now-turned-enemies and hoped he understood. “I don’t want to hurt them.” She admitted. And that was where Top-Man came in. “Disarm them, distract them, do all you can. And if nothing works, then it will have been too late.” She sighed and turned back. “I’m focusing the others on breaking down the forcefield, but.. I fear the worst you will gain us by putting your life on the line is only a little extra time.”
Top man began to dance, as Grobdum whirled forward and cast a magic spell. Clouds conglomerated in a thin sparkle around the shield and the group attacking it, but nothing penetrated the shield, and Top Man began to bust a move.
“Crow! Get your soggy ass over here!” she shouted, holding back the urge to call him a ‘landlubber’ just to piss him off and make him use that fury on the angel’s defenses. Almost.
Meanwhile, Top-Man was kicking ass. He had begun with break dancing, which caught the others off guard. Move after move, he twisted and shifted, locking metallic joints and scurrying forward as he bumped into his friends. It was almost... Diplomatic. And Christa’s plan had been working. Pinocchio and friends weren’t being harmed -aside from the occasional bruise and jarring steamroll- and time was easily bought, as Raw Onion seemed unusually transfixed at the Pop n’ lock robot.
Everything was well, until Isaac’s blood scattered the air in front of Top Man.
Clayton had taken initiative, and though he had also taken a few hits from one of their ally’s. She scoffed a bit, but commended the man’s shot. He aimed his rifle where everyone else had, and Christa would have liked to lie to herself, convince her that there was a chance -that they were making a dent in the fortress- but their progress was nil at best.
They needed more firepower. They needed everyone.
Richtoffen and Lyra came just in the nick of time. Lyra’s bowstring immediately sprung as she saw what Christa was doing. In the elf’s arms the bow grew taught, until she released a flurry of arrows. One after another, they ricocheted off of the shield, whereas all the bullets seemed to simply disintegrate.
Abner broke through the shimmering haze, his eyes clear. The goggles shifted on his forehead. "In the center, the angel is holding a sphere. I think that's its weak spot. If you take down the force field, we will all fire at the shield."
The moment after Abner briefed her, a single arrow flew Christa’s way. She fell off of her feet. Another gash leaked blood and the haze clouded around her.
“Fuck.” she pulled her hand away from her arm, only to see the palm of her hand rich with blood. Her shirt was quickly drenched.
SMACK!
Something collided into Christa’s face. This better be a fucking medkit... She thought sardonically, because of all this random shit that was floating about the senseless void was useless. Christa’s hands moved the flat surface from her face. Christa immediately frowned when she saw what it was. A Ouija board.
The little piece that moved around on the board now moved rapidly as she held the board in her hands. Christa read as the invisible presence moved the piece over the letters:
“C-H-R-I-S-T-A- I-S- T-H-A-T- Y-O-U?”
The warm blood that flowed in her veins suddenly turned to ice.
“Who... What kind of joke...?” The breath in her lungs had been taken by shock’s cruel chill.
Goosebumps covered her skin, needling the hair on the back of her neck.
Christa didn’t know which Katia she was speaking to. Anything was truly possible in the Void. Was this the one she once knew, or had come to know here, in the Omniverse.
Either way, she didn’t need the confirmation that soon followed, to tell her it was her sister, from the other side.
“T-H-I-S- I-S- K-A-T-I-A.”
Christa’s hands shook, she sucked in a breath for strength, seeking redemption, and to steady herself.
After all that had happened. Her “sister” had found her again. “Katia, is this you? How did you-” She was silenced as the dial moved once more.
“H-O-W- D-O- Y-O-U- F-A-R-E- A-G-A-I-N-S-T- T-H-E- A-N-G-E-L-?”
“What...” But Christa knew she meant the celestial being, a guardian of the void. “Nothing breaks it’s defense. Everyone has given something, and the forcefield will not fall.”
“T-A-K-E- T-H-I-S- A-N-D- S-A-V-E Y-O-U-R F-R-I-E-N-D-S.” The ghost smiled from her invisible plain. “After all, I did bring you all together.”
“Take what?!” Christa fumed. Conditions for their group were only worsening with time. As though the angel’s power was fluctuating.
“S-P-E-A-R.”
“Spear?” Christa muttered under her breath. Never one to ask stupid questions, the dial was taken OFF of the board, and Christa quickly stood up and followed.
Soon, the dial slowed to a stop, and embedded in the fabric of the Void, was a small pocket, Christa was unwilling to put her arm in -as she didn’t want to loose function of her only good arm- but with little reluctance, slipped her hand in and out came a large spear. The ex-soldier had no way of knowing it was the Spear of Longinus.
Christa made her way back to the group, and just in time, as Isaac and Grobdum had united forces.
The spear wielded in her left arm, which was still bleeding from Lyra's arrow. The leader was battered and broken, yet still, determined to take down the shield. Then, it would be up to them.
A breath.
Her grasp tightened, and the spear launched from her hand.
Christa was immediately shocked with a staggering wave of electricity, flung backward ten feet, and knocked unconscious. Upon a closer look, her abdomen and chest wasn’t moving.
Her group's firepower finally hit the angel, and a lucky shot quenched the sphere that glowed close to Arael's chest.
Light bathed them all and Arael was no more.
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