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The Judges Of Sabra La Tau (sabra_la_iudex) wrote in sabra_la_tau,
@ 2012-01-07 15:02:00

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!days 300-end, aeris gainsborough, alice liddell, allen walker, chrono, claude c. kenni, danielle 'dani' phantom, dean winchester, edward elric, erik lehnsherr, gokudera hayato, hizumi mizushiro, kurow, lotus, nia teppelin, rabi, rapunzel, rory pond, shinonome hangetsu, tifa lockhart, uchiha itachi, yamamoto takeshi, yuffie kisaragi, {kokuto mikiya}, {{{akatsuki chika}}}, {{{toboe}}}, ~flowers, ~king, ~messenger, ~soldier, ~{trickster}

Who: ALL YA'LL PUNK ASS BITCHES
Where: THE ARENA
When: TIME FOR SHENANIGANS TO END
What:

[As Guardian meets his end and Mitsuru suffers his punishment for an ill-advised attack, a heavy silence fills the arena. The chess pieces, both sand and lava, collapse back into the floor and smooth out, melding back into it as though they'd never risen.

The next time you blink, King's statue has lifted its hand. Lightning, devastatingly powerful, arcs out across the entire arena, striking at anything and anyone it can reach. Where it strikes the floor and walls it leaves small craters. This is not going to be a light blow for anyone struck with it.]

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sabra_la_iudex
2012-01-07 09:56 pm UTC (link)

[King sits stoically through the beginning of the storm, slowly growing more and more irate as it picks up in intensity.

Finally. Finally, the great statue vanishes from the throne. Before Messenger the marble sand swirls upwards into the familiar form of King, still towering over him by nearly a foot or so. A crown, gleaming polished marble jewels adorning it, rests on his head, and he holds a great black marble sword in his hand.]

Let's get this over with, my boy.

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	messagingly 2012-01-07 10:01 pm UTC (link)
	[Messenger clenches his staff and swings it towards the King. Eddies of small whirlwinds and tornadoes sweep madly around the corners of the room as the air rushes towards the sovereign, sharpening with force and speed.] Don't say it like that! (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	sabra_la_iudex 2012-01-07 10:09 pm UTC (link)
	[King meets the staff with his sword, arcs and sheer curtains of lightning rising up between the two gods to deflect what he can of the wind's attack. Even so, some still rips and tears at his form, flecks of sand shedding away.] Isn't this what you wanted? (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	messagingly 2012-01-07 10:16 pm UTC (link)
	That's... [The staff is knocked wide and the wind swirls off in harmless eddies. Messenger's stands for a moment, silent, shoulders drawn up.] You never listen! [It's in tempo with the rising chant, at the crescendo of the prayer, he slams the tip of his staff down. The air howls and hurdles forward... slicing up into the wall behind the King.] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

sabra_la_iudex
2012-01-07 10:23 pm UTC (link)

Never listen!?

Cruel boy! Ungrateful child! I am your Father! All I have done was done for you! And yet you respond with such despicable acts.

[He holds up the sword to block the power, but still it tears at his edges, and still sand is pulled off of him.]

It's disgraceful and nasty. I have done nothing to earn such cruelty!

[He swings the sword down, then, trying to push its thunder towards Ptou.]

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messagingly
2012-01-07 10:31 pm UTC (link)

[Ptou braces himself, raising the staff, catching the sword's downward swing. Lighting crackles around the two of them, bursting in dynamic sheets of color, before being pushed off by the wind to either side.

Sand begins to trickle down from Messenger's sides where deep gouges had been burned through.

But behind the King, in a rift in the wall made, something begins to slide in through the cracks, bubbling and pooling unnaturally.]

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	sabra_la_iudex 2012-01-07 10:42 pm UTC (link)
	No! NO! [that there, that's a distraction] (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

messagingly
2012-01-07 11:07 pm UTC (link)

[As the rock swirls around the King's feet, Ptou hesitates, hands shaking.

Behind him, the Arena is rocked by the earth shattering kaboom of a defeated dong... he steels himself (because it's much, much better than thinking about what this dust is made of) and shoves the tip of his staff forward, like a lance, into the chest of the King.]

... Return to what you once were. I take from you the title of King, and give back to you "The Order."

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sabra_la_iudex
2012-01-07 11:14 pm UTC (link)

[His eyes widen just for a moment, but he can not get out a word before the crown shatters. The transference of power is instant and palpable. The old king begins to sink into the stone.]

Why? Why!? What more could I have done? What else could I have given to protect my world? My people? My family?

Did I not fight for your survival with every scrap of power I possessed?

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messagingly
2012-01-07 11:22 pm UTC (link)

Why do you think it took so long to come to this...

[The earth surges up around the sinking king, ropes of stone snapping across his shoulders and dragging him down, thrashing in the liquid stone.

It takes moments... and feels like years... for the struggles to finish and the ground to settle...

Around you all, the Arena, the stone of the dance hall begins to fracture and shatter, pebbles and sand dropping to the one beautiful floor.]

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