09-28-2015, 01:59 AM
Pain. Horrible, excruciating pain. Lyra clutched her head as the devastating sensation overwhelmed her, an almost unnatural scream of agony and terror escaping her gaping mouth. Something was probing her mind, worming inside it, seemingly tearing through and devouring everything it could find. The girl's navy blue eyes didn't even see the ray of light that shone upon them — she was blinded by the rapidly shifting scenes from her memories, the unknown entity bringing the worst moments of her life to bear. She protested with every fiber of her being, her body turning in unusual ways as she attempted to maintain control of it. She wanted it to stop...She wanted it to get out of her head!
Moments passed, though in that torturous state, they seemed more like an eternity. When the angelic creature ceased to emit the beam, the group collapsed, falling into the darkness of their minds. It took them a bit of time before they started to regain consciousness, picking themselves up from the proverbial floor. But all was not well...
Lyra felt dizzy and unfocused. The world around her seemed like it was in a haze, the images of the objects and people inhabiting the void deformed and unclear. She could make out some of her companions, but the others were missing. She turned her head around, looking for their whereabouts. Where were they....Where had they gone? Did the 'bird' take them away somewhere? But before she could come to any conclusions, she noticed other presences. The group wasn't alone...There were others.
The Hylian didn't know where they had come from or how she was able to tell them apart from the blackness surrounding them, but shadowy figures appeared among their midst. Nearly featureless, their only defining trait aside from their humanoid shape were their red, burning eyes. Tall and imposing, they began to encroach upon them.
The archer felt her heart racing, fear and stress moistening her brow. She thought she didn't know why they were there....But that was untrue. She knew why they were there, what their purpose was. They had come to claim them. They had come to take her companions away. Even the mere thought of it filled her with dread, moments of sorrowful solitude resurfacing in her mind. No....No! Not again. Never again. She wasn't going to let that happen. She wasn't going to let them. She would stop them!
Reacting as if in a daze, Lyra didn't hesitate as one of the figures raised its arms threateningly at Grobdum. Acting almost entirely on instinct, she placed an arrow on her bow and fired it away, hardly even taking the time to aim her shot. The projectile only managed to graze past it, but it was enough to attract its attention, its menacing gaze shifting towards the teen. Panicking, she automatically fired another arrow, but this time, her target was able to nimbly avoid it.
Gripped by terror, the archer engaged the figures in combat in a trance-like state, only half aware of her own actions. She wasn't even entirely certain she made the choices entirely on her own. All she could think about, all she could care for in those moments was her fear of losing everything she had gained, of losing the friends she had come perilously close to never seeing again. Come what may, she wasn't going to let the apparitions take them away!
Yet, not all was as it seemed. As the girl found herself fighting one of the ghastly figures on a ship, it suddenly lost its vile appearance and became Klaud, who was shouting something incomprehensible at her. The teen was stunned — she was certain the general was among the missing members of the group, as she would have remembered her presence. Was it possible that she was mistaken? That the dark figures she feared so much....were, in fact, her other companions?
Lyra shouted at Klaud, pleading for help. She could not help herself...she was frightened, uncertain of how to release herself from this illusion. But all too quickly, the exorcist became a dark entity once more. Something in the back of the girl's mind told her that she was being tricked, that the figures were trying to put on a friendly face in order to deceive her. But as she reengaged her opponent, the archer was no longer quite as sure of herself.
That seed of doubt that sprang in her mind made her hesitate, leaving the dark figure an opening. Before she could react, the teen felt an object slam the side of her head and she collapsed onto the deck of the ship. The pain and dizziness did not allow her to gather her bearings and she remained lying on the wooden floor. Before she was even aware of what was happening, she felt warmth, both that of another person holding her and of a liquid that was poured into her throat. Responding with a coughing fit, her head fell sideways as she once again briefly found herself lost in the shadows of her mind.
Her head still pulsating from the impact, Lyra's eyes flickered open once more, waking to the sounds of the battle that continued unabated. Her environment was no longer as unclear and frightening as before. She found herself in Klaud's arms, the general surveying the mayhem that was taking place below. Unclear as to how she ended up being carried by Klaud, the thief asked her companion: "Klaud? What's happening?"
The words quicky caught the exorcist's attention, who cracked a smile of relief: "Lyra! I'm so glad you're back. You were under the influence of that creature, it turned you int-" But her explanation was interrupted by a loud gunshot, causing her to turn her head towards the source. Not that the blonde woman, nor her younger comrade, really needed to look to know who it was that made that shot, the sound of Clayton's hunter rifle all too familiar to them by this point. But before the teen could turn to look herself, an alarmed expression formed on the general's face and she dropped the archer onto her feet. "Nooo! Clayton!" she yelled before picking up her weapon and jumping off the vessel.
Reluctantly, the street urchin followed suit, dropping off the now damaged galleon. Though she had anticipated a heavy drop, her body instead slowly descended back onto the 'floor', the work of the void's unstable gravity. Thankful for this stroke of luck, Lyra was about to attempt to catch up with Klaud when she was interrupted by the sound of....thunder?
Turning around, she was witness to an unusual sight. Amidst the chaos, Richtoffen was commanding some sort of yellow tailed creature, which fired bolts into the sky. Much to her shock and dismay, it didn't take her long to realise that Raw Onion was his target, the brown mare flying above and nimbly avoiding the discharges of electricity. So her previous doubt was correct....the shadowy figures were just an illusion. Whatever it was, the angel had driven some of them into madness and had them turn on their own allies.
Without a second thought, the girl broke into a sprint. Weaving between the objects floating around — an old refrigerator, neon lights, amphorae, a crystal ball and more — she reached the place where the doctor and his new companion were located. It was then that she recognised the creature as....some sort of outsized mouse, the bright red circles on its cheeks flaring up with energy. Facing the scientist, the teen demanded to know: "What are you doing?! Why are you trying to hurt Onion?!"
"Foolish Mädchen! I am trying to stun her so she doesn't kill someone or get killed herself!" the moustached man retorted, hardly even glancing at the girl in the process.
Turning to look at her best friend, who was continuing to dodge the blasts coming her way, Lyra contemplated for a few moments before making a decision: "I'll help you!" Not waiting to hear Richtoffen's reply, she sprinted ahead and began to yell at Raw Onion: "Onion, snap out of it!" In an attempt to draw her attention, the archer prepared an arrow. Intentionally aiming to her side rather than at the mare herself, she released the feathered projectile into the air.
Her idea worked....almost too well, as she witnessed to her horror. Though the pointed missile initially flew towards the point where she aimed, it suddenly took a sharp turn right next to the pegasus, almost hitting her in the process. But instead of wounding the equine creature, it merely flew right in front of her face and startled her. That was when she turned her now white eyes towards the Hylian and made a sharp dive. Putting away her bow, the thief took a few steps back as she braced herself for impact. Meanwhile, she heard the mare shout something as she dodged another bolt sent her way: "Commander Hurricane! I....I'll get you!"
But as she was prepared to swoop in and slam right into the 'commander', the unusual nature of the void turned against her, causing her to trip over an invisible obstacle. Unable to correct her sharp course in time, the pegasus' hooves slammed into the proverbial ground and stumbled a few feet before coming to a stop right in front of her target. Not wasting this opportunity, the street urchin leaped forward and grabbed her comrade. Clinging to her with all the meager might she could muster, Lyra begged her friend: "Onion, it's me, Lyra! You're seeing things! The angel is trying to trick you!"
She received no response other than growling as Raw Onion struggled to free herself from her grasp. In spite of her small stature, the quadruped soldier was extremely strong and resilient, almost shacking off the taller and heavier teenage girl. Lyra refused to let go, her arms firmly around the mare's neck. Somewhere from behind her, she heard Richtoffen speak: "Get out of the way, Mädchen! I can't get a clear shot!"
During their struggle, the thief noticed something floating nearby. It was a TV antenna, not that she knew that — to her, it was just an unknown metal construct. But as an idea popped in her mind, she used a brief pause in Raw Onion's struggle to grab it and hold it up: "Attack the iron stick! Hit us both!"
"WAS?! Bist du verrückt?!" the Nazi scientist responded incredulously.
"Do it!" she responded, unsure as to how long she could continue to keep the mare in place, the pony almost managing to free herself again.
"Verdammt!....Blitz, zap the antenna!"
The small creature wasted no time. Gathering its energy for another shot, it shouted: "Pikaaaaaaaaaaa....CHUUUUUUUU!" Released from its cheeks, thunder crackled and roared as it made its way through the darkness and hit the metal item. Surging through it, the voltages of power ran through both the girl and the pony, shaking them to their very core. After several seconds of immense pain, the discharge ceased. Trembling from the shock, the antenna slipped out of Lyra's hand as she fell backwards onto the floor. Meanwhile, Raw Onion — who received less of the shock — fluttered weakly back into the sky, recovering from the hit.
"Scheiße!" the archer heard the doctor exclaim as he ran to help Lyra. Meanwhile, the archer remained lying on the floor for the third time, her clothes still smouldering from the electric attack.
Moments passed, though in that torturous state, they seemed more like an eternity. When the angelic creature ceased to emit the beam, the group collapsed, falling into the darkness of their minds. It took them a bit of time before they started to regain consciousness, picking themselves up from the proverbial floor. But all was not well...
Lyra felt dizzy and unfocused. The world around her seemed like it was in a haze, the images of the objects and people inhabiting the void deformed and unclear. She could make out some of her companions, but the others were missing. She turned her head around, looking for their whereabouts. Where were they....Where had they gone? Did the 'bird' take them away somewhere? But before she could come to any conclusions, she noticed other presences. The group wasn't alone...There were others.
The Hylian didn't know where they had come from or how she was able to tell them apart from the blackness surrounding them, but shadowy figures appeared among their midst. Nearly featureless, their only defining trait aside from their humanoid shape were their red, burning eyes. Tall and imposing, they began to encroach upon them.
The archer felt her heart racing, fear and stress moistening her brow. She thought she didn't know why they were there....But that was untrue. She knew why they were there, what their purpose was. They had come to claim them. They had come to take her companions away. Even the mere thought of it filled her with dread, moments of sorrowful solitude resurfacing in her mind. No....No! Not again. Never again. She wasn't going to let that happen. She wasn't going to let them. She would stop them!
Reacting as if in a daze, Lyra didn't hesitate as one of the figures raised its arms threateningly at Grobdum. Acting almost entirely on instinct, she placed an arrow on her bow and fired it away, hardly even taking the time to aim her shot. The projectile only managed to graze past it, but it was enough to attract its attention, its menacing gaze shifting towards the teen. Panicking, she automatically fired another arrow, but this time, her target was able to nimbly avoid it.
Gripped by terror, the archer engaged the figures in combat in a trance-like state, only half aware of her own actions. She wasn't even entirely certain she made the choices entirely on her own. All she could think about, all she could care for in those moments was her fear of losing everything she had gained, of losing the friends she had come perilously close to never seeing again. Come what may, she wasn't going to let the apparitions take them away!
Yet, not all was as it seemed. As the girl found herself fighting one of the ghastly figures on a ship, it suddenly lost its vile appearance and became Klaud, who was shouting something incomprehensible at her. The teen was stunned — she was certain the general was among the missing members of the group, as she would have remembered her presence. Was it possible that she was mistaken? That the dark figures she feared so much....were, in fact, her other companions?
Lyra shouted at Klaud, pleading for help. She could not help herself...she was frightened, uncertain of how to release herself from this illusion. But all too quickly, the exorcist became a dark entity once more. Something in the back of the girl's mind told her that she was being tricked, that the figures were trying to put on a friendly face in order to deceive her. But as she reengaged her opponent, the archer was no longer quite as sure of herself.
That seed of doubt that sprang in her mind made her hesitate, leaving the dark figure an opening. Before she could react, the teen felt an object slam the side of her head and she collapsed onto the deck of the ship. The pain and dizziness did not allow her to gather her bearings and she remained lying on the wooden floor. Before she was even aware of what was happening, she felt warmth, both that of another person holding her and of a liquid that was poured into her throat. Responding with a coughing fit, her head fell sideways as she once again briefly found herself lost in the shadows of her mind.
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Her head still pulsating from the impact, Lyra's eyes flickered open once more, waking to the sounds of the battle that continued unabated. Her environment was no longer as unclear and frightening as before. She found herself in Klaud's arms, the general surveying the mayhem that was taking place below. Unclear as to how she ended up being carried by Klaud, the thief asked her companion: "Klaud? What's happening?"
The words quicky caught the exorcist's attention, who cracked a smile of relief: "Lyra! I'm so glad you're back. You were under the influence of that creature, it turned you int-" But her explanation was interrupted by a loud gunshot, causing her to turn her head towards the source. Not that the blonde woman, nor her younger comrade, really needed to look to know who it was that made that shot, the sound of Clayton's hunter rifle all too familiar to them by this point. But before the teen could turn to look herself, an alarmed expression formed on the general's face and she dropped the archer onto her feet. "Nooo! Clayton!" she yelled before picking up her weapon and jumping off the vessel.
Reluctantly, the street urchin followed suit, dropping off the now damaged galleon. Though she had anticipated a heavy drop, her body instead slowly descended back onto the 'floor', the work of the void's unstable gravity. Thankful for this stroke of luck, Lyra was about to attempt to catch up with Klaud when she was interrupted by the sound of....thunder?
Turning around, she was witness to an unusual sight. Amidst the chaos, Richtoffen was commanding some sort of yellow tailed creature, which fired bolts into the sky. Much to her shock and dismay, it didn't take her long to realise that Raw Onion was his target, the brown mare flying above and nimbly avoiding the discharges of electricity. So her previous doubt was correct....the shadowy figures were just an illusion. Whatever it was, the angel had driven some of them into madness and had them turn on their own allies.
Without a second thought, the girl broke into a sprint. Weaving between the objects floating around — an old refrigerator, neon lights, amphorae, a crystal ball and more — she reached the place where the doctor and his new companion were located. It was then that she recognised the creature as....some sort of outsized mouse, the bright red circles on its cheeks flaring up with energy. Facing the scientist, the teen demanded to know: "What are you doing?! Why are you trying to hurt Onion?!"
"Foolish Mädchen! I am trying to stun her so she doesn't kill someone or get killed herself!" the moustached man retorted, hardly even glancing at the girl in the process.
Turning to look at her best friend, who was continuing to dodge the blasts coming her way, Lyra contemplated for a few moments before making a decision: "I'll help you!" Not waiting to hear Richtoffen's reply, she sprinted ahead and began to yell at Raw Onion: "Onion, snap out of it!" In an attempt to draw her attention, the archer prepared an arrow. Intentionally aiming to her side rather than at the mare herself, she released the feathered projectile into the air.
Her idea worked....almost too well, as she witnessed to her horror. Though the pointed missile initially flew towards the point where she aimed, it suddenly took a sharp turn right next to the pegasus, almost hitting her in the process. But instead of wounding the equine creature, it merely flew right in front of her face and startled her. That was when she turned her now white eyes towards the Hylian and made a sharp dive. Putting away her bow, the thief took a few steps back as she braced herself for impact. Meanwhile, she heard the mare shout something as she dodged another bolt sent her way: "Commander Hurricane! I....I'll get you!"
But as she was prepared to swoop in and slam right into the 'commander', the unusual nature of the void turned against her, causing her to trip over an invisible obstacle. Unable to correct her sharp course in time, the pegasus' hooves slammed into the proverbial ground and stumbled a few feet before coming to a stop right in front of her target. Not wasting this opportunity, the street urchin leaped forward and grabbed her comrade. Clinging to her with all the meager might she could muster, Lyra begged her friend: "Onion, it's me, Lyra! You're seeing things! The angel is trying to trick you!"
She received no response other than growling as Raw Onion struggled to free herself from her grasp. In spite of her small stature, the quadruped soldier was extremely strong and resilient, almost shacking off the taller and heavier teenage girl. Lyra refused to let go, her arms firmly around the mare's neck. Somewhere from behind her, she heard Richtoffen speak: "Get out of the way, Mädchen! I can't get a clear shot!"
During their struggle, the thief noticed something floating nearby. It was a TV antenna, not that she knew that — to her, it was just an unknown metal construct. But as an idea popped in her mind, she used a brief pause in Raw Onion's struggle to grab it and hold it up: "Attack the iron stick! Hit us both!"
"WAS?! Bist du verrückt?!" the Nazi scientist responded incredulously.
"Do it!" she responded, unsure as to how long she could continue to keep the mare in place, the pony almost managing to free herself again.
"Verdammt!....Blitz, zap the antenna!"
The small creature wasted no time. Gathering its energy for another shot, it shouted: "Pikaaaaaaaaaaa....CHUUUUUUUU!" Released from its cheeks, thunder crackled and roared as it made its way through the darkness and hit the metal item. Surging through it, the voltages of power ran through both the girl and the pony, shaking them to their very core. After several seconds of immense pain, the discharge ceased. Trembling from the shock, the antenna slipped out of Lyra's hand as she fell backwards onto the floor. Meanwhile, Raw Onion — who received less of the shock — fluttered weakly back into the sky, recovering from the hit.
"Scheiße!" the archer heard the doctor exclaim as he ran to help Lyra. Meanwhile, the archer remained lying on the floor for the third time, her clothes still smouldering from the electric attack.
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