07-01-2017, 01:28 PM
Why did Nealaphh always have to come off as a presumptuous villain? Yeah, the cards were stacked against Gildarts, but the crash mage wasn’t one to give up easily, he’d taken on more people, armies even, and defeated them when he’d given it everything in him. He also had fallen into a coma three days after in order to restore his magical power, but that is beside the point.
“B-back off-f,” Gildarts said, hoping his stutter wouldn’t taint how menacing the warmage really could be.
“Now, I’m afraid I can’t do that… You know how the game is…” Unfortunately Gildarts did know. B7. That was how the game had gone last time. It was looking the same way.
“T-tch,” Gildarts said.
And you’re damaged goods. I’m fairly certain this guy to my side could take you out with one arm tied behind his… Well, one arm. Who knew Nealaphh turned Tearen had gained a sense of humor?
His viridian eyes sliced around the mucky terrain, Where’s your… Pet elf? Did you happen to be… Separated?
Gildarts sighed. Nealaphh was triumphant, Gildarts, I won’t lie to you, I need your help. I promise it is for an entirely just cause, you don’t know who Diablo is, do you?
Gildarts stared at the monster-turned-man intently, though parts of his mind were ebbing away from this entire conversation. “No,” he stated reluctantly.
I’ll enlighten you, and then maybe you’ll think twice about who your real enemy is, the Omniverse is bigger than this island, Gildarts, and I am uncertain whether you think me a villain, or a redeemable man. You get to decide, you have the choice now… But don’t you think… Everyone deserves a second chance?
Playing on Gildarts’ own morality, what a villainous thing to do… And yet…
Volvalgia, the dragon, when it was attacking the people of the Ashen Steppes it was Nealaphh who had rallied an entire team to save the day. That was the hero thing to do, right? Even if he had his own reasons, he’d still opted to do the right thing and when Gil’s first strike hadn’t been enough to slay it, Nealaphh had come in and ended it with round two. Sure they’d fought in the Dunes, one side against the other, but had the tables been tilted just slightly, they could’ve been allies. Gil and crow-man.
Nealaphh watched with an insidious smile as the little information Gildarts knew about Nealaphh sprung through his thoughts. This was too easy, the God-mind knew what kind of man Gildarts was, the question wasn’t the other way around, but a matter of time.
The clever prime was still allied with the impatient one, “You fuckin’ done yet, man?”
“B-back off-f,” Gildarts said, hoping his stutter wouldn’t taint how menacing the warmage really could be.
“Now, I’m afraid I can’t do that… You know how the game is…” Unfortunately Gildarts did know. B7. That was how the game had gone last time. It was looking the same way.
“T-tch,” Gildarts said.
And you’re damaged goods. I’m fairly certain this guy to my side could take you out with one arm tied behind his… Well, one arm. Who knew Nealaphh turned Tearen had gained a sense of humor?
His viridian eyes sliced around the mucky terrain, Where’s your… Pet elf? Did you happen to be… Separated?
Gildarts sighed. Nealaphh was triumphant, Gildarts, I won’t lie to you, I need your help. I promise it is for an entirely just cause, you don’t know who Diablo is, do you?
Gildarts stared at the monster-turned-man intently, though parts of his mind were ebbing away from this entire conversation. “No,” he stated reluctantly.
I’ll enlighten you, and then maybe you’ll think twice about who your real enemy is, the Omniverse is bigger than this island, Gildarts, and I am uncertain whether you think me a villain, or a redeemable man. You get to decide, you have the choice now… But don’t you think… Everyone deserves a second chance?
Playing on Gildarts’ own morality, what a villainous thing to do… And yet…
Volvalgia, the dragon, when it was attacking the people of the Ashen Steppes it was Nealaphh who had rallied an entire team to save the day. That was the hero thing to do, right? Even if he had his own reasons, he’d still opted to do the right thing and when Gil’s first strike hadn’t been enough to slay it, Nealaphh had come in and ended it with round two. Sure they’d fought in the Dunes, one side against the other, but had the tables been tilted just slightly, they could’ve been allies. Gil and crow-man.
Nealaphh watched with an insidious smile as the little information Gildarts knew about Nealaphh sprung through his thoughts. This was too easy, the God-mind knew what kind of man Gildarts was, the question wasn’t the other way around, but a matter of time.
The clever prime was still allied with the impatient one, “You fuckin’ done yet, man?”
Quote:The Three move from C2 to C16
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"I have never met a strong person with an easy past." -Atticus