06-26-2017, 02:20 AM
Winning. It was an empty word yet full of glory. The noble prime considered their points but had the restraint to keep his mouth shut and allowing each one of their minds to swarm with one another's opinions of "How to win" the game of glorified death.
The mage watched the night elf go ahead of him and was left with the moment feeling barren. The mage understood though, he was testing the fel sorcerer’s patience with all this team-oriented game plan, and it wasn’t Illidan’s style. He’d likely been hurt in the past. Backstabbed even.
That’s quite the deduction. The Malefactor intruded, as though she knew the sorcerer’s secrets. He seems to be good at foreshadowing though. Your head really isn’t together in the slightest. It never has been, even when I wasn’t living in here. Face it, you’re falling apart, I promise you, nothing, She pronounced with an accent of consequence. And no one can save you.
It was hard to keep her quiet when his mind was so stagnant, Illidan hadn't provided much solace nor distraction to his crumbling composure, nor had Gildarts made things better for Dust and Illidan's chemistry. She hadn’t intruded before. Maybe he’d strike up conversation with the new guy. For now, while Gildarts was trying to get a handle on things, he would meditate like a monk. Breathing in, and out. In… And out...
Gildarts always preferred strolling through forests to the empty chasms of city streets. When the crash mage remembered all his time he’d spent containing his power in high-populated areas, even when he’d come to this island, the city had been empty. Giving the man an eerie feeling of regret, for it was the empty buildings that were full of haunting ghosts.
Illidan hadn’t seen them. Now he knew why.
Gildarts had a hard time believing what was real and what was fake because of the Malefactor in his head, constantly buzzing like a pesky moth around a lantern in the dark. She was worse and rather more perverse than ever before, even though she no longer existed in there. It was the empty rattle of hallucination and withdrawal. Gildarts tended to fall back into it when he wasn’t forced to his breaking point. He’d never really succumbed to her before reuniting with Princess Guu in the Tangled Greens, or had it been sometime before?
Even now, he could feel the serpent getting closer, the ebb and flow in his mind was a constant wrestling match for control. He looked over his shoulder in the distance, expecting to see the Sage there, as though waving them goodbye. Maybe the old man had a potion to soothe what ailed him. Or, maybe he’d poison him. Hard to tell, still, they were on even terms now. Gildarts could always go back and ask, but he sensed that their turn together was over.
Their eyes had met, man-to-man, mage-to-mage, and they’d interacted. Gildarts couldn’t remember if he’d got the old man’s name, but he wouldn’t mind meeting him again on much nicer terms. He had something unique that very few people had, something irreplaceable.
Should. Have. Killlllled. Him. the temptress said with a smirk in her voice and whispered, With your precious bear-covered chainsaw. Oh I'm sorry, you can't look at your sweet Husky the same way anymore? That's just too bad...
No, that isn’t how we have to play, even if everyone else does, Gildarts thought back to her.
Hm? You read it yourself on the Omni-Tweeter, about the groups of people and the shipping and the fanfics… the Malefactor reminded the forgetful man.
The red-haired man nodded, it was true. It was just like the last DA he’d been in. Well, at least he knew what to expect. HEY WAIT A MINUTE! Gildarts thought loudly, Why haven’t I encountered the Fairy Tail mage I was supposed to meet here? The fortuneteller even told Molly…
Tch. You’re such an ignoramus. This is why you’re much cooler with your mouth sealed shut. The Fairy Tail mage that was going to be here was YOU all along. And well, you were taking me out of your mind-prison so I didn’t get to tell you because I was so FORCIBLY YANKED.
You’re still on about that? Gildarts groaned in his mind. His amber eyes swept to the others. Darkness was falling again. He wondered if they suspected that there was a voice in his head. There were no twitches or tweaking signs on the stony composure of his face.
Suddenly, Dust appeared on his left and his silver-arm spasmed, nudging the lycan in the ribs, rather hard.
“Oh, sorry, I took a hit earlier, actually from the guy you just saw and my arm works a little wonky now.” Gildarts informed, setting his chainsaw in his safer hand.
Dust looked at him, perplexed, “Your arm, is it armor?”
This question usually came up, “It isn’t robotic, nor is it a gauntlet. The inside is basically hollow, though filled with the magic that once extended from my hand. It allows me to move it, though I’ve lost both my arm and leg in battle.
The mage watched the night elf go ahead of him and was left with the moment feeling barren. The mage understood though, he was testing the fel sorcerer’s patience with all this team-oriented game plan, and it wasn’t Illidan’s style. He’d likely been hurt in the past. Backstabbed even.
That’s quite the deduction. The Malefactor intruded, as though she knew the sorcerer’s secrets. He seems to be good at foreshadowing though. Your head really isn’t together in the slightest. It never has been, even when I wasn’t living in here. Face it, you’re falling apart, I promise you, nothing, She pronounced with an accent of consequence. And no one can save you.
It was hard to keep her quiet when his mind was so stagnant, Illidan hadn't provided much solace nor distraction to his crumbling composure, nor had Gildarts made things better for Dust and Illidan's chemistry. She hadn’t intruded before. Maybe he’d strike up conversation with the new guy. For now, while Gildarts was trying to get a handle on things, he would meditate like a monk. Breathing in, and out. In… And out...
Gildarts always preferred strolling through forests to the empty chasms of city streets. When the crash mage remembered all his time he’d spent containing his power in high-populated areas, even when he’d come to this island, the city had been empty. Giving the man an eerie feeling of regret, for it was the empty buildings that were full of haunting ghosts.
Illidan hadn’t seen them. Now he knew why.
Gildarts had a hard time believing what was real and what was fake because of the Malefactor in his head, constantly buzzing like a pesky moth around a lantern in the dark. She was worse and rather more perverse than ever before, even though she no longer existed in there. It was the empty rattle of hallucination and withdrawal. Gildarts tended to fall back into it when he wasn’t forced to his breaking point. He’d never really succumbed to her before reuniting with Princess Guu in the Tangled Greens, or had it been sometime before?
Even now, he could feel the serpent getting closer, the ebb and flow in his mind was a constant wrestling match for control. He looked over his shoulder in the distance, expecting to see the Sage there, as though waving them goodbye. Maybe the old man had a potion to soothe what ailed him. Or, maybe he’d poison him. Hard to tell, still, they were on even terms now. Gildarts could always go back and ask, but he sensed that their turn together was over.
Their eyes had met, man-to-man, mage-to-mage, and they’d interacted. Gildarts couldn’t remember if he’d got the old man’s name, but he wouldn’t mind meeting him again on much nicer terms. He had something unique that very few people had, something irreplaceable.
Should. Have. Killlllled. Him. the temptress said with a smirk in her voice and whispered, With your precious bear-covered chainsaw. Oh I'm sorry, you can't look at your sweet Husky the same way anymore? That's just too bad...
No, that isn’t how we have to play, even if everyone else does, Gildarts thought back to her.
Hm? You read it yourself on the Omni-Tweeter, about the groups of people and the shipping and the fanfics… the Malefactor reminded the forgetful man.
The red-haired man nodded, it was true. It was just like the last DA he’d been in. Well, at least he knew what to expect. HEY WAIT A MINUTE! Gildarts thought loudly, Why haven’t I encountered the Fairy Tail mage I was supposed to meet here? The fortuneteller even told Molly…
Tch. You’re such an ignoramus. This is why you’re much cooler with your mouth sealed shut. The Fairy Tail mage that was going to be here was YOU all along. And well, you were taking me out of your mind-prison so I didn’t get to tell you because I was so FORCIBLY YANKED.
You’re still on about that? Gildarts groaned in his mind. His amber eyes swept to the others. Darkness was falling again. He wondered if they suspected that there was a voice in his head. There were no twitches or tweaking signs on the stony composure of his face.
Suddenly, Dust appeared on his left and his silver-arm spasmed, nudging the lycan in the ribs, rather hard.
“Oh, sorry, I took a hit earlier, actually from the guy you just saw and my arm works a little wonky now.” Gildarts informed, setting his chainsaw in his safer hand.
Dust looked at him, perplexed, “Your arm, is it armor?”
This question usually came up, “It isn’t robotic, nor is it a gauntlet. The inside is basically hollow, though filled with the magic that once extended from my hand. It allows me to move it, though I’ve lost both my arm and leg in battle.
Quote:Dust and Gillidan are moving from B12 to B10
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"I have never met a strong person with an easy past." -Atticus