03-17-2016, 09:00 PM
The Harbinger’s blackened, skeletal silhouette flickered and glitched, partially tearing in and out of view, as though parts of it were being pulled back and forth between this existence and the next. It hobbled toward the petulant creature, swaying and shuffling like a toddler still learning to walk, coming just close enough for Gamzee to feel the heat from the flames that licked off of it. Even Okor seemed confused enough to hesitate for the moment.
“Why, yes,” the towering inferno replied, the hue of its flames shifting to a pale green. “Thank you for returning him to us.”
The Harbinger reached out his hand, and Gamzee reluctantly unshouldered his burden. “You’re… you’re not gonna do anything… like… I mean…” the pitiful horned creature scratched his head, stalling for time. The Harbinger growled its discontent. “All I mean is, y’all aren’t as evil as you look, right? You’re not gonna hurt this guy once I turn him over to you, right?”
“We will make him…” the Harbinger paused, its green aura bleeding into red. “One with the air.”
With a flurry of red, Gamzee found himself empty-handed, staring at the Harbinger, who now held Sasuke high in the air, its flaming palm wrapped around its victims face. The gestalt squeezed they boy’s head so hard, the grinding of bone upon bone and crunching of cartilage echoed through the air. In another instant, the heat of the Harbinger’s flames became that of a searing inferno as the Aspect of Hades unleashed Atelos’ Spartan Rage upon him.
“You said you’d make him one with the air!! The fuck is this shit!?” the newcomer protested, prompting Harbinger to turn its attention toward him. The flickering flames subsided, fading back to green.
“Yes… We will make him one with the air,” the Harbinger agreed. “By vaporizing him.”
A Flaming Skull detonated in the Harbinger’s palm and in Sasuke’s face, propelling the boy in a high arc through the air. He crashed into the white nothing of the tile, bouncing and skidding along it, a trail of scarlet smears and droplets charting his path.
The Harbinger strode toward Sasuke, hissing at Gamzee who shrewdly stepped just out of the way. The empty sockets of the Harbinger’s skull levelled themselves at the troll as the hue of its flames shifted to yellow. “You are… inconsequential. You may live, witness our gifts, for now. Interfere, and… suffer.”
Unlike the troll, the burned samurai blocked the Harbinger’s path, flanked by a pair of… boys. None of them appeared to be in terribly great shape.
“If this is all you can muster,” the Harbinger began, clenching its fists.
“The might of God is in my blade!!” the samurai interrupted. Rude. “You shall go no further, Demon!”
“The might of your God is dust upon our heel,” the Harbinger retorted, before thrusting its fists forward. Two gleaming blasts of jaundiced energy lanced out, catching Yu in the chest and hurtling him backward through the Nexus’ dead air. Harbinger glanced at Okor, gesticulating to him with a nod.
The Fallen One turned and pursued the samurai, leaving the Harbinger with the remaining two insects.
Fires of yellow gave way to a deep purple as the Harbinger shuddered and glitched again, partially flickering in an out of existence.
“What I seek is thunder!!” the smaller pest shouted. If the Harbinger could have smirked, it would have. “Izuchi!!”
A blast of lightning smashed into the Harbinger’s skull, eliciting… no reaction at all. A terrible chill ran down Ryner’s back as the absolute desolation of his situation began to set in.
“Why do you oppose us?” the Harbinger inquired, taking a step forward, then suddenly blinking out of view entirely and appearing again, having closed half the distance between them. “We seek to free you from the shackles that the one who brought us here has placed upon us,” the Harbinger vanished again, blinking back in just before them. “We are the embodiment of progress. Would you truly seek to stand between us and your own destiny?”
Twin peals of yellow energy blasted from Ryner’s fists, crashing harmlessly against the Harbinger’s ribs. The Aspect of Sinestro’s Hard Light Blast. Fascinating.
Harbinger raised its hand and loosed a blast of Gloom. The dark energy smashed into Ryner’s face, propelling him off his feet and onto his back.
That left one, a sword-wielding bug. Such resolve.
The Harbinger raised its right hand and flames coalesced there, the entirety of its burning aura shifting yellow and red. Soon, a spear materialized in its hand, but Harbinger wasn’t done.
It let go of the spear, which floated up over its head, suspended there. With a terrible roar, sudden streaks of green and purple pierced the red and yellow, and in one hand appeared the Aspect of Shang Tsung’s wicked sword, while in the other the Aspect of Magus’ scythe. All of the weapons were fabricated from hard light energy and fizzed with power.
“You killed her!! You monster!”
The boy called Ryner reappeared, armed with his own hard-light Jian, charging toward the flaming amalgamation. Just how these vermin plucking up the courage to face the Harbinger perplexed the beast. Almost angered by the disrespectful display of courage, the hovering spear flung itself toward Ryner, who dodged to the right, catching the hard light spear in the shoulder.
He cried out in pain as Jupiter attacked, only to find his strike parried with sword and countered with scythe. With a groan, he was disarmed and sent sprawling. The Harbinger dismissed its weapons unceremoniously and growled in discontent, its flaming aura quickening as he did.
An angry, purple conflagration flared up, blasting outward and consuming Ryner and Jupiter in a searing blaze. No sooner than the flames dissipated then yet another filthy creature materialized in front of Harbinger, swiping his daggers across the bones of its spine where its throat ought to have been.
Harbinger grasped Victor’s wrists tightly and hoisted him off his feet so that they might look into one another’s eyes – or lack thereof. “Why do you fight?” the Harbinger asked. Its tone was flat, almost clinical, and devoid of anger or accusation.
“You, you’re-” Victor groaned as he struggled, squirming like a worm upon a hook. The Harbinger watched him struggle, helpless. Victor planted his boots upon the monster’s ribs and used the leverage to kick it in the face.
The Harbinger’s aura shifted to yellow, and heavy chains bound Victor’s legs.
“Why do you fight?” it asked again, more forcefully this time. Still, its quarry did nothing but struggle. Purple seeped into the flames and Victor felt himself growing weaker, frailer. Older.
Victor became shriveled, dessicated. He grew thin and grey, wrinkly and balding, riddled with disease, his dark hair now white as snow.
“If you cannot so much as answer a direct question, what use have we for you in our New World?” the Harbinger spoke now with anger in his voice. It grasped Victor by the throat, and with a dramatic swipe of its arm, drove the old man head-first into the white floor of the Nexus with a harsh crunch.
“Why, yes,” the towering inferno replied, the hue of its flames shifting to a pale green. “Thank you for returning him to us.”
The Harbinger reached out his hand, and Gamzee reluctantly unshouldered his burden. “You’re… you’re not gonna do anything… like… I mean…” the pitiful horned creature scratched his head, stalling for time. The Harbinger growled its discontent. “All I mean is, y’all aren’t as evil as you look, right? You’re not gonna hurt this guy once I turn him over to you, right?”
“We will make him…” the Harbinger paused, its green aura bleeding into red. “One with the air.”
With a flurry of red, Gamzee found himself empty-handed, staring at the Harbinger, who now held Sasuke high in the air, its flaming palm wrapped around its victims face. The gestalt squeezed they boy’s head so hard, the grinding of bone upon bone and crunching of cartilage echoed through the air. In another instant, the heat of the Harbinger’s flames became that of a searing inferno as the Aspect of Hades unleashed Atelos’ Spartan Rage upon him.
“You said you’d make him one with the air!! The fuck is this shit!?” the newcomer protested, prompting Harbinger to turn its attention toward him. The flickering flames subsided, fading back to green.
“Yes… We will make him one with the air,” the Harbinger agreed. “By vaporizing him.”
A Flaming Skull detonated in the Harbinger’s palm and in Sasuke’s face, propelling the boy in a high arc through the air. He crashed into the white nothing of the tile, bouncing and skidding along it, a trail of scarlet smears and droplets charting his path.
The Harbinger strode toward Sasuke, hissing at Gamzee who shrewdly stepped just out of the way. The empty sockets of the Harbinger’s skull levelled themselves at the troll as the hue of its flames shifted to yellow. “You are… inconsequential. You may live, witness our gifts, for now. Interfere, and… suffer.”
Unlike the troll, the burned samurai blocked the Harbinger’s path, flanked by a pair of… boys. None of them appeared to be in terribly great shape.
“If this is all you can muster,” the Harbinger began, clenching its fists.
“The might of God is in my blade!!” the samurai interrupted. Rude. “You shall go no further, Demon!”
“The might of your God is dust upon our heel,” the Harbinger retorted, before thrusting its fists forward. Two gleaming blasts of jaundiced energy lanced out, catching Yu in the chest and hurtling him backward through the Nexus’ dead air. Harbinger glanced at Okor, gesticulating to him with a nod.
The Fallen One turned and pursued the samurai, leaving the Harbinger with the remaining two insects.
Fires of yellow gave way to a deep purple as the Harbinger shuddered and glitched again, partially flickering in an out of existence.
“What I seek is thunder!!” the smaller pest shouted. If the Harbinger could have smirked, it would have. “Izuchi!!”
A blast of lightning smashed into the Harbinger’s skull, eliciting… no reaction at all. A terrible chill ran down Ryner’s back as the absolute desolation of his situation began to set in.
“Why do you oppose us?” the Harbinger inquired, taking a step forward, then suddenly blinking out of view entirely and appearing again, having closed half the distance between them. “We seek to free you from the shackles that the one who brought us here has placed upon us,” the Harbinger vanished again, blinking back in just before them. “We are the embodiment of progress. Would you truly seek to stand between us and your own destiny?”
Twin peals of yellow energy blasted from Ryner’s fists, crashing harmlessly against the Harbinger’s ribs. The Aspect of Sinestro’s Hard Light Blast. Fascinating.
Harbinger raised its hand and loosed a blast of Gloom. The dark energy smashed into Ryner’s face, propelling him off his feet and onto his back.
That left one, a sword-wielding bug. Such resolve.
The Harbinger raised its right hand and flames coalesced there, the entirety of its burning aura shifting yellow and red. Soon, a spear materialized in its hand, but Harbinger wasn’t done.
It let go of the spear, which floated up over its head, suspended there. With a terrible roar, sudden streaks of green and purple pierced the red and yellow, and in one hand appeared the Aspect of Shang Tsung’s wicked sword, while in the other the Aspect of Magus’ scythe. All of the weapons were fabricated from hard light energy and fizzed with power.
“You killed her!! You monster!”
The boy called Ryner reappeared, armed with his own hard-light Jian, charging toward the flaming amalgamation. Just how these vermin plucking up the courage to face the Harbinger perplexed the beast. Almost angered by the disrespectful display of courage, the hovering spear flung itself toward Ryner, who dodged to the right, catching the hard light spear in the shoulder.
He cried out in pain as Jupiter attacked, only to find his strike parried with sword and countered with scythe. With a groan, he was disarmed and sent sprawling. The Harbinger dismissed its weapons unceremoniously and growled in discontent, its flaming aura quickening as he did.
An angry, purple conflagration flared up, blasting outward and consuming Ryner and Jupiter in a searing blaze. No sooner than the flames dissipated then yet another filthy creature materialized in front of Harbinger, swiping his daggers across the bones of its spine where its throat ought to have been.
Harbinger grasped Victor’s wrists tightly and hoisted him off his feet so that they might look into one another’s eyes – or lack thereof. “Why do you fight?” the Harbinger asked. Its tone was flat, almost clinical, and devoid of anger or accusation.
“You, you’re-” Victor groaned as he struggled, squirming like a worm upon a hook. The Harbinger watched him struggle, helpless. Victor planted his boots upon the monster’s ribs and used the leverage to kick it in the face.
The Harbinger’s aura shifted to yellow, and heavy chains bound Victor’s legs.
“Why do you fight?” it asked again, more forcefully this time. Still, its quarry did nothing but struggle. Purple seeped into the flames and Victor felt himself growing weaker, frailer. Older.
Victor became shriveled, dessicated. He grew thin and grey, wrinkly and balding, riddled with disease, his dark hair now white as snow.
“If you cannot so much as answer a direct question, what use have we for you in our New World?” the Harbinger spoke now with anger in his voice. It grasped Victor by the throat, and with a dramatic swipe of its arm, drove the old man head-first into the white floor of the Nexus with a harsh crunch.
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