[ Nothing like feeling your sword friend who you are emotionally linked to being shattered. It's like his heart is directly being shattered. It's like being all alone in the snow after Noctis knocked him off the train all over again. He feels the tears falling in hot streaks down his face, the blood coming from where the blade and bullets have torn into his flesh. ]
No! No no no...
[ He chokes back the sob that is clawing it's way to the surface. He still has a duty to finish. He pulls back the sword handle which now has Aymeric's blood with his own. Then he thrusts what is left of his friend into the elf once again. He has to end him and there isn't anything left to live for but completing the mission ]
[ He doesn't? He doesn't need to harm them? That isn't a possibility he can realize. Prompto gets another stab with his broken sword, puncturing Aymeric again, though not as deeply as the last. Still, it lands. With his bloody hand, he shoves Prompto aside, but not that far. It doesn't have enough force.
He's quick to take his sword again, almost possessed to do so, and the blue flames decorate his silhouette. The darkness starts covering him, as if devouring him whole. The ballad of sorrow continues to play with the smallest signal of hope at its center, burning bright despite the bloody mess at their wake. Aymeric has lost a lot of blood. He's in excruciating pain.
But the sword calls. His blue eyes grow brighter than ever before. ]
I—[ coughs up blood in okita's name ] Will keep fighting for them! This star shall not fall!
[ Those are only delusional words... They can hear it and Aymeric can as well. Tears well in his eyes because deep down this is the last thing he wants. It may be obscured in the smoke that billows the field, but maybe it can be felt. That distinct plea for end... His form starts shifting as his skin gets patched with black. Bone starts to jut out of smoke, rattling alongside the sword's howl.
They must take him out now or never. I am forcing the fatal strikes now, please choose to dodge or TAKE HIM OUT OF HIS MISERY. Prompto is still in his sights despite Meteion's begging. His sword glides through the air, seeking its target. ]
[ Wouldn't it be better to just lie down and let whatever happens.... happen? Every movement is excruciating pain, borders of her vision blackening and a splatter of blood drips from her untreated injuries.
But, she can't just let them fight like this. She has to do something. With a 12, she's fortunately got just enough strength to push onto her feet and make her way over. Though she was hoping to try and shove both her and Prompto out of harm's way... she rolled a 5 and isn't able to secure her own safety.
So, either she's met with a fatal blow, or perhaps someone thought about putting a ring on it? Have at it as I scurry back to cleaning. ]
Prompto is prepared to take the final blow. He's already been prepared to die at some point this week, even if it means no longer being able to talk to Noct, to hold a dear friend's hand, to laugh with the actors, or to keep any of promises to make it to the end.
His sword has been shattered and it's only fitting that he is shattered with it.
Closing his eyes as he lifts his hands only for the blow he was waiting for...never to come. It's not until he opens them that he realizes that everything hits at once. The sound of bird peets coming in and Meteion taking the finishing blow meant for him. No no no... not Starshine! ]
Meteion!
[ He catches her. She can die in his arms, but he will be using his ring to save her after death. ]
[As a tweat for Prompto, in the last moment before his sword shatters to bits, he'll feel - well. Loss, absolutely. Regret. It had wanted to stay and support Prompto and Meteion through this hard fight. It wanted to go home, at the end of this all. There's a sense of ah, as if something like this was inevitable. And then, a voice that whispers through his mind; a simple, tired:
"I've killed my fair share... So this kind of thing can happen, too..."
As for the ring: Prompto can use it on Meteion after her death, and after a few moments of stillness and silence, her body will jolt, and she'll return to life with a desperate breath.
The sword at her side is desperate to get them home safely, especially now that they've lost one of their own, and it will rally her through its misery as best as it can. She'll find that her most fatal wounds have healed enough that she isn't at risk of dying again, and that she isn't incapacitated due to bloodloss anymore, though she will still struggle with some dizziness.]
[ Wow... This is so sad? But there are no tears here. Aymeric, so removed from who he is, cannot see how this pains him. Not when he's engulfed with the sword's flurry of emotions. He merely watches Meteion revive with a neutral expression. ]
... Would that this sorrow speaks to you as it does I, then you would understand. Without the star, there is no purpose.
[ Prompto, I guess, while putting Meteion aside can use her sword to parry this blow if he so wishes. Unfortunately, Aymeric is quick to make work. Even if his logical mind tells him there is no reason to kill his friends and allies, the sword... Just wants blood. It also tells him they'll be in the way of saving those who live here.
So he quickly stabs her right in the heart, driving his blade through to make sure the blood pumping through the organ pools. Anyway, this is Prompto's chance(?) ]
[ WOW can't a guy get a moment for loss and revival here?
He is weaponless besides the handle of his sword. He still needs to put an end to Aymeric. He's already pondering on going for his gun, when the elf is upon them. Prompto goes for the sword at Meteion's side to use it to block his blow. But it's too late to do anything for the bird.
Without wasting time, he's going to slash the sword across hoping to get Aymeric and end this once and for all ]
[ Prompto, your GUN. Just because you are fond of a gay sword you knew in another life. The gun would have been helpful here. Aymeric watches Prompto going at him with Meteion's sword instead. He's too sluggish to dodge it and gains a slice across his chest. It's hard to see, but the sound of ripped fabric and the drag of skin against blade should be enough for Prompto to know. Some blood sprays from the cut immediately and drips in pitter patters onto the ground.
The darkness is thicker, blacker, and what can only be seen beyond it are the faint edges of Aymeric's face from the illumination of his eyes. Raising his sword, he ushers a whisper. It sounds more like himself, soft and remorseful. ]
I'm sorry.
[ But even that is eclipsed by the sword's emotions. May Prompto have one last glimpse of Noctis before this blade comes down on him. ]
Unfortunately for Aymeric's future guilt, Prompto can't really dodge with bird there. The sword lands true stabs through him. He will see Noct in the background moving further away slowly. Putting his arm around Aymeric as everything fades to darkness for him. One last effort to keep him there and not messing up the time stream. ]
Aymeric has won this battle. As the bodies of his two comrades lay in this greying room, and the tendrils of darkness begin to creep further into this doomed world, maybe he'll feel something like regret, or guilt. Maybe he's too far gone to feel anything but elation at the thought of his success, however twisted and malicious it is, because - all he'd wanted... all they wanted, was just an end to the cycle of ceaseless death that they could never truly escape from.
This world is doomed. The plantlife will die out. No more rain will fall here. The people will become mindless, tearing at each other and themselves until nothing is left. But perhaps... now that he's broken past every barrier set before him, now that he's slashed through every taboo - perhaps he'll be able to do something. All he has to do is go back in time again, right? Maybe it will leave another dead world, or maybe this time, he'll be able to keep things from falling apart.
As the dying world consumes them, Aymeric will still have that single glimmer of hope to hold onto until his consciousness flickers away.]
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No! No no no...
[ He chokes back the sob that is clawing it's way to the surface. He still has a duty to finish. He pulls back the sword handle which now has Aymeric's blood with his own. Then he thrusts what is left of his friend into the elf once again. He has to end him and there isn't anything left to live for but completing the mission ]
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He's quick to take his sword again, almost possessed to do so, and the blue flames decorate his silhouette. The darkness starts covering him, as if devouring him whole. The ballad of sorrow continues to play with the smallest signal of hope at its center, burning bright despite the bloody mess at their wake. Aymeric has lost a lot of blood. He's in excruciating pain.
But the sword calls. His blue eyes grow brighter than ever before. ]
I—[ coughs up blood in okita's name ] Will keep fighting for them! This star shall not fall!
[ Those are only delusional words... They can hear it and Aymeric can as well. Tears well in his eyes because deep down this is the last thing he wants. It may be obscured in the smoke that billows the field, but maybe it can be felt. That distinct plea for end... His form starts shifting as his skin gets patched with black. Bone starts to jut out of smoke, rattling alongside the sword's howl.
They must take him out now or never. I am forcing the fatal strikes now, please choose to dodge or TAKE HIM OUT OF HIS MISERY. Prompto is still in his sights despite Meteion's begging. His sword glides through the air, seeking its target. ]
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But, she can't just let them fight like this. She has to do something. With a 12, she's fortunately got just enough strength to push onto her feet and make her way over. Though she was hoping to try and shove both her and Prompto out of harm's way... she rolled a 5 and isn't able to secure her own safety.
So, either she's met with a fatal blow, or perhaps someone thought about putting a ring on it? Have at it as I scurry back to cleaning. ]
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Prompto is prepared to take the final blow. He's already been prepared to die at some point this week, even if it means no longer being able to talk to Noct, to hold a dear friend's hand, to laugh with the actors, or to keep any of promises to make it to the end.
His sword has been shattered and it's only fitting that he is shattered with it.
Closing his eyes as he lifts his hands only for the blow he was waiting for...never to come. It's not until he opens them that he realizes that everything hits at once. The sound of bird peets coming in and Meteion taking the finishing blow meant for him. No no no... not Starshine! ]
Meteion!
[ He catches her. She can die in his arms, but he will be using his ring to save her after death. ]
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"I've killed my fair share... So this kind of thing can happen, too..."
As for the ring: Prompto can use it on Meteion after her death, and after a few moments of stillness and silence, her body will jolt, and she'll return to life with a desperate breath.
The sword at her side is desperate to get them home safely, especially now that they've lost one of their own, and it will rally her through its misery as best as it can. She'll find that her most fatal wounds have healed enough that she isn't at risk of dying again, and that she isn't incapacitated due to bloodloss anymore, though she will still struggle with some dizziness.]
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... Would that this sorrow speaks to you as it does I, then you would understand. Without the star, there is no purpose.
[ Prompto, I guess, while putting Meteion aside can use her sword to parry this blow if he so wishes. Unfortunately, Aymeric is quick to make work. Even if his logical mind tells him there is no reason to kill his friends and allies, the sword... Just wants blood. It also tells him they'll be in the way of saving those who live here.
So he quickly stabs her right in the heart, driving his blade through to make sure the blood pumping through the organ pools. Anyway, this is Prompto's chance(?) ]
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He is weaponless besides the handle of his sword. He still needs to put an end to Aymeric. He's already pondering on going for his gun, when the elf is upon them. Prompto goes for the sword at Meteion's side to use it to block his blow. But it's too late to do anything for the bird.
Without wasting time, he's going to slash the sword across hoping to get Aymeric and end this once and for all ]
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The darkness is thicker, blacker, and what can only be seen beyond it are the faint edges of Aymeric's face from the illumination of his eyes. Raising his sword, he ushers a whisper. It sounds more like himself, soft and remorseful. ]
I'm sorry.
[ But even that is eclipsed by the sword's emotions. May Prompto have one last glimpse of Noctis before this blade comes down on him. ]
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Unfortunately for Aymeric's future guilt, Prompto can't really dodge with bird there. The sword lands true stabs through him. He will see Noct in the background moving further away slowly. Putting his arm around Aymeric as everything fades to darkness for him. One last effort to keep him there and not messing up the time stream. ]
I... tried...
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Aymeric has won this battle. As the bodies of his two comrades lay in this greying room, and the tendrils of darkness begin to creep further into this doomed world, maybe he'll feel something like regret, or guilt. Maybe he's too far gone to feel anything but elation at the thought of his success, however twisted and malicious it is, because - all he'd wanted... all they wanted, was just an end to the cycle of ceaseless death that they could never truly escape from.
This world is doomed. The plantlife will die out. No more rain will fall here. The people will become mindless, tearing at each other and themselves until nothing is left. But perhaps... now that he's broken past every barrier set before him, now that he's slashed through every taboo - perhaps he'll be able to do something. All he has to do is go back in time again, right? Maybe it will leave another dead world, or maybe this time, he'll be able to keep things from falling apart.
As the dying world consumes them, Aymeric will still have that single glimmer of hope to hold onto until his consciousness flickers away.]