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eyemind2022-04-24 12:23 pm
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event } this ain't a scene, it's a deus ex machina (act two)
WHO: All y’all.
WHAT: Act One of This Ain’t A Scene It’s a Deus Ex Machina
WHERE: On Navi; Rizyeria and New Estos on the planet Merox.
WHEN: This month of April.
WARNINGS: Add these to your comment subject lines as needed! And if you get yourself smote, please report it on the death page.
It began with a warning. Reverberating from everywhere and nowhere at once came a sound like trumpets the size of mountains. So thunderous was the sound that it shook the very buildings in their foundations. Three times the call sounded, three times the sky screamed in fury and despair. Then came the wind. Bitterly cold and biting, and with the wind dark clouds grew dense over New Estos and New Estos alone.
By the time the rain started it was too late. There would be no escape, there was no time. It fell in sheets of vicious cold that pounded on walls and glass, so piercing as to threaten to break skin. Then the sky became a sickly green as the hail started, this one did break skin. Beating down with the ferocity of growing hurricane force winds, soon shattering windows and coating the city in a thick layer of ice. When the sky changed again it was to a dark bruised purple, with it the rain and hail changed this time to blood.
In a crack of blood-red lightning the first fragments of machines fell, torn to shreds and twitching to the earth. The howling winds screamed their rage echoed in the literal thundering of lighting that tore at the root of one building in particular. The place where that fool of a Prophet chose to hang Jon’s corpse out for all the world to see. With the body gone all that would be left behind was a smoldering pile of ice-encased rubble.
Soon it would become apparent that some of the horrifying sounds from above were not just the screaming storm but a fiercely waged battle. Glimpses of beating wings with feathers like molten glass or crystalline ice, perhaps the edge of a massive radiant ring or even a series of huge eyes could be caught between the clouds. Mostly it was blinding flashes of light and spears of ice that plunged with impunity irreverent of who or what might be below. The “protectors” of New Estos had chosen war, and Murmur was quick to deliver it. There was a reason Ophanim were traditionally kept on a short leash and fought only alongside Cherubim, for unleashed and free of the burden of the weight of another to protect Murmur had no reason to hold back. No reason to conserve his strength to act as a shield, no reason not to tear open the sky’s terrible wrath to rain down on this now doomed city. His storm could be seen for miles, and heard for many more. He would tear each and every machine that dared to rise against him to fragments and dust every home and structure with their shattered remains.
It had been a very long time since the angel had brought his might to bear. The long years had not served to dull the sting of his wrath.
WHAT: Act One of This Ain’t A Scene It’s a Deus Ex Machina
WHERE: On Navi; Rizyeria and New Estos on the planet Merox.
WHEN: This month of April.
WARNINGS: Add these to your comment subject lines as needed! And if you get yourself smote, please report it on the death page.
It began with a warning. Reverberating from everywhere and nowhere at once came a sound like trumpets the size of mountains. So thunderous was the sound that it shook the very buildings in their foundations. Three times the call sounded, three times the sky screamed in fury and despair. Then came the wind. Bitterly cold and biting, and with the wind dark clouds grew dense over New Estos and New Estos alone.
By the time the rain started it was too late. There would be no escape, there was no time. It fell in sheets of vicious cold that pounded on walls and glass, so piercing as to threaten to break skin. Then the sky became a sickly green as the hail started, this one did break skin. Beating down with the ferocity of growing hurricane force winds, soon shattering windows and coating the city in a thick layer of ice. When the sky changed again it was to a dark bruised purple, with it the rain and hail changed this time to blood.
In a crack of blood-red lightning the first fragments of machines fell, torn to shreds and twitching to the earth. The howling winds screamed their rage echoed in the literal thundering of lighting that tore at the root of one building in particular. The place where that fool of a Prophet chose to hang Jon’s corpse out for all the world to see. With the body gone all that would be left behind was a smoldering pile of ice-encased rubble.
Soon it would become apparent that some of the horrifying sounds from above were not just the screaming storm but a fiercely waged battle. Glimpses of beating wings with feathers like molten glass or crystalline ice, perhaps the edge of a massive radiant ring or even a series of huge eyes could be caught between the clouds. Mostly it was blinding flashes of light and spears of ice that plunged with impunity irreverent of who or what might be below. The “protectors” of New Estos had chosen war, and Murmur was quick to deliver it. There was a reason Ophanim were traditionally kept on a short leash and fought only alongside Cherubim, for unleashed and free of the burden of the weight of another to protect Murmur had no reason to hold back. No reason to conserve his strength to act as a shield, no reason not to tear open the sky’s terrible wrath to rain down on this now doomed city. His storm could be seen for miles, and heard for many more. He would tear each and every machine that dared to rise against him to fragments and dust every home and structure with their shattered remains.
It had been a very long time since the angel had brought his might to bear. The long years had not served to dull the sting of his wrath.
The Final Shard
He'd been carefully considering it and biding his time. Whether or not others heard of this shard, he didn't see anyone as he sauntered along.
It didn't matter if there were guards, really, he could sneak around them using the dark corridors.
He pulled his hood up over his head, opened a portal and vanished off of the street.
The portal opened up on a top floor and he looked around carefully. Nice place, he thought, but set about identifying the biggest room.
One more portal and he was appearing with a big ominous portal behind him. It closed immediately and he lowered his hood and flashed a bright smile. "Hey, what's up?"
He didn't particularly care if it was rude to enter uninvited.