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mods! (wariscomingmod) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2013-12-23 22:18:00

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alexis castle, allison argent, apocalypse, belle french, captain hook, caroline forbes, christmas douchery, clark kent/superman, claudia donovan, crowley, damien thorn, dean winchester, diana prince/wonder woman, elijah mikaelson, gregory house, hal yorke, harry lockhart, iliana dominick, it's lucifer bitches!, jacen solo, jaina solo, james rogers, john watson, kenzi, kol mikaelson, kon-el/superboy, korra, lois lane, maria hill, myka bering, niklaus mikaelson, olivia vincent, peter vincent, princess adelina, rebekah mikaelson, rebekah salvatore, regina mills, rose tyler, ruby winchester, sam winchester, scott mccall, sidney prescott, stiles stilinski, tinker bell, wesley wyndam pryce

THE APOCALYPSE

This is your IC Threadpost.

Please keep things labelled with character names in the subject line.

I'll be doing a few subheaders. Pre fight, Battle, Hellbound and Aftermath. Tag into any of these and if you want another subthread made ask me or MJ so it looks all tidy and whatnot.

Go forth and thread mah lovelies

I'm also gonna suggest cutting comms from the battle to the aftermath down to bare mimimum communications while the main battle threads go on to keep it a little bit real time. If you have to for time constraint reasons please mark it post battle

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Jainadeath (Open to Jacen)

tricksterjaina
2013-12-24 03:02 am UTC (link)

Jaina wasn't sure where it had gone wrong - somewhere between a demon falling, smoke leaking out through the cuts from her violet blade ...and laying on the ground, the sky directly above her... somewhere between there, something had happened. She had stepped wrong or spun when she shouldn't have, or not fast enough, somehow lost her concentration and now-

-there was a pressure in her chest that slowly bloomed into pain that cut deeper with her every breath. She felt for the wound with one hand, fingers shakily catching the edge of the knife protruding from her chest, coming away wet. Her hand curled into a fist and fell beside her, clenched tight against the stained grass. Not only her own blood, this graveyard had been flooded with the blood of nearly everyone here, already - displaced or demonic alike. Hers was just joining in, mingling with the rest.

She turned her mind inward, eyes falling closed for a second, Force senses catching on the edges of the wound. Her lung was damaged. Arteries and veins, vital pieces severed. She was filling with blood in all the wrong places. She didn't think she could pull a trance right now, didn't think she'd even have the time it would take...

-she reached out for Jacen through the meld he'd created, through their bond. Checking. He was there. He was... aware. She tried to muster some kind of reassurance, and when that failed she tried to pull away, so he wouldn't feel-

Her eyes blinked open as her danger sense flared weakly. The demon loomed over her, obstructing her view of the sky. It was a child - or at least, it had been. The eyes were black, now, and it was smiling. Jaina's hand came up, blood-stained and weak, and she managed a weak Force-shove, before trying to push herself up on her elbows - up, somehow, just up, she couldn't just-

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Re: Jainadeath (Open to Jacen)

jeditraitor
2013-12-24 04:19 am UTC (link)

Jacen only knew the fight, the battle, a furious amalgam of battle meld, defense, protective barriers when he could, occasional attempts at quelling the hellhounds, and then of course the offense. His lightsaber, his lightning, he'd stuck to the classics, pushing tides of demons back, little care for their hosts, why should he when this was the battle to end them all, why should he when Sam Winchester was possessed now because he had not succeeded, Jacen had tried to help and the attempt had failed. And so here he was. A weakness was opening up on the right flank, some demons would swarm in from a corner they'd forgotten to keep an eye out for, the left was holding but there were injured there, they weren't rotating out. Jacen sent nudges where he could, reminders of a not so gentle nature to those in question and returned to the meld.

It was a turning point, one of a few yet to come.

Their actions here set the course, their actions here could determine overall.

Left flank needed to push now, they were strong. Push, push.

He'd been relaying such messages to those who needed to know, who needed to pass it on to the front liners when it happened. The bond, deeper even than the battle meld. The bond he knew only to be Jaina, it tore, slowly at first, but yes, it tore, and he knew. Kriff it he knew...is this what she had felt. Was this the other side of it?

He would tear the world down to see her live. The tears came easily, healing tears, if he could find her in time, his sister, he needed to tell her, she needed to know so much if this was all that he had. If this was...

An ark of lightning shot up into the sky and he urged her to give him some kind of a sign, to know it was him and not Azula's or Zuko's. And finally he saw, the demon looming over his sister, oh no no, the lightning wasn't good enough, not for him. This was not Caedus' fight after all, Jacen's eyes did not glow yellow red but instead narrowed and he seemed almost to stand straighter than he had been, a snake seeming to unfurl from his right arm, that mere seconds ago had looked like armour. A thud bug pulled from another pocket and thrown into a group of demons about to attack nearby before the amphistaff found its mark. The think that had attacked his sister would suffer. He cursed it in Vong as the toxins took hold, paralyzing the body and he didn't know, perhaps the creature could not leave if the body was stuck. It did not try.

Kneeling beside his sister it took him a false start in Vong before he could focus properly on the words to use.

"...you're going to stay with me. I won't allow you leave me. You can't, do you understand me Jaina."

If he forbade her she would surely listen.

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Re: Jainadeath (Open to Jacen)

tricksterjaina
2013-12-24 04:50 am UTC (link)

She couldn't move. Even the tightening of her muscles to push herself upwards drove the knife against vital pieces of her that should never have contact with sharpened metal, and she lay back, tried to just breathe, to hold on and hope this could be averted. The Force felt closer, as if it were wrapping itself around her, and Jacen's presence - dark and distraught as it was - was almost like a physical entity itself.

She only really saw pieces of his arrival: the amphistaff, the bugs; she didn't know if she was upset about them, about any of this. It just ached and she was getting tired of breathing and keeping her eyes open and thinking. She fought the urge to close her eyes and drift - it would hurt less, but she didn't want to go. She wasn't going to let go without a fight, or at least without having the last word.

Jacen's half-formed words in that language should have made her shudder. She was fairly sure they would have, normally. Instead, by the time he had broken back into Basic, demanding that she stay with him, that she survive, the absurdity of the situation drew a weak breathy laugh from Jaina; moving even enough to laugh hurt.

"You know I never listen." Her hand fumbled around, reaching for him. Serious, now, because she could feel herself slipping, balanced on the edge between awareness and fading back into the Force. "I'm sorry. Don't-" she winced and dug her fingers into his arm, as if trying to force him to hear her "You can't fall."

She had. Not far, not nearly as far as he later had but she knew this loss. She knew what being half a person was. Jacen was already so precariously balanced, now - she was afraid to leave him. She was more afraid for him than she was of whatever came after - here, in this world of Heavens and Hells, what would happen to her?

I love you, and it's silent but it's there, forced through the tenuous strands of their bond, the ones that had never actually been cut or broken even when sometimes it seemed like they had been.

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Jainadeath (Open to Jacen)

jeditraitor
2013-12-24 11:20 am UTC (link)

No no, he could do something. Help her. He was so powerful in so many ways. He'd been a Sith Lord, he'd been a God to the Yuuzhun Vong. He had ended that war with a power he didn't quite understand and he'd done that with Jaina at his side. She was the other half of him. She was the one thing that had never changed. Oh their bond had waxed and waned. It had been close to breaking so very often, but it was there.

He knew he needed to tell her that back. But she knew, she knew because the Force would tell her so, because she was beyond the tears now, she was as hurt as Anakin had been, maybe worse. And he was about to be without his twin, without that part of him that he knew he'd left her without back home. Was this payback too? Was this the universe telling him he'd know how much it hurt to lose someone who should have always been there. And he felt her worry too, that her death would push him over the edge. He was close, he knew that, the rage and anger and hurt he was feeling would have been easily visible to anyone with any hint of psychic power. But he shook his head. "Jaina, I won't become him, I won't dishonour you or this fight. You don't worry okay sis. You just....kriff it Jaina fight it, please fight it, I need you. I can get help. I can try something. I can fix this, I can fix anyth..."

No, no he wouldn't think like that.

Another curse in Vong and a sharp gutterel utterance that he had no time to be interrupted by fools who had already lost as he was attacked from the side, amphistaff flying out to the side meeting its target. He didn't care what it did to the host. Not now, not anymore. All he cared about right now was his sister

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