The Day of Judgement

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Who: Dizzy and various opponents
What: Side Black!Dizzy begins her genocide
When: Saturday, June 2nd
Warnings: This is going to be very violent.

[[ This log will be split into three sections. The first is locked to Sol and Ky. The second is anyone fighting Dizzy and/or Sin, but these will all be inevitably loosing fights so do not respond if you do not want your character killed or maimed. The last is Dizzy versus Ciel and Abel, the finale.

Some mood music. ]]

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SOL AND KY

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[mr_badguy]

[Powers or no, Sol felt it was his duty to help take care of this problem. Anything he could do to delay the inevitable would save a few lives here and there.

He's unarmed, but the look in his eye is defiant.]

I stopped Justice. I'm going to stop you next. [Would he? No, but he's more than ready to die trying.]

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... Always a stubborn one, Immoral Flame. My mother would have easily crushed you if not for that foolish pirate.

-Her wings spread full, both systems staring Sol down.-

I'll give you one last chance to run. It does not need to be this way.

[mr_badguy]

I'm not backing down. [Defiant in the face of death. Well, may as well be a complete idiot hero and charge at Dizzy.]

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I wish it hadn't come to this... but you've forced my hand, Sol.

-The charge was met by Necro, forming the Michael Sword and swinging it wide as Sol reached her.-

Sin + Ky!

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[...And while his mother was dealing with the traitor, Sin stayed closeby, ready to defend any second attackers that may try to get in her way. He grins gleefully as he watches her destruction, stomping out any survivors that tried to flee her slaughter.]

[When he notices a particularly stubborn-looking (and somehow familiar) face, he scowls to himself and stands from his perch, dashing to intercept the man before he got too close to her battle with Sol nearby.]

Oi, oi! Direct your attention over here, meatsack! [He calls to the approaching Ky, spinning his flagpole testily.] Don't think you're gonna get a step closer to mother.

[kyrannical]

[It was distressing enough to learn that Justice wasn't the end of it. Taking the town into account only made it worse, but the huge power imbalances wouldn't convince him to stand aside and leave the others unprotected.]

[He's not quite unarmed, but a fireplace poker grabbed from the living room isn't on par with his old sword. He's running to catch up and assist Sol-- at first, he thinks it's a person in his path, and is about to warn them to clear the area when he actually hears what he's... saying.]

Another human-like...? I see. I'll take care of you first.

[lol sure Ky]

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Ha! You're still holdin' on to hopeless thoughts like that? [Sin cracks a wide grin as lightning charges around him- there was still a familiarity to this meeting that he didn't like, but it was only a small nag in the back of his head, and he quickly pushed it aside. No, protecting mother, that was all that mattered.]

[He scoffs and lofts a brow at the fireplace poker in the human's hand, slowly stepping closer.] And that toothpick is the best you can do? Man, the human resistance really has become desperate, huh?

[Dashing forward, he makes a swooping strike towards Ky, deliberately to clash with the iron bar in his grip- he didn't even need to land a hit, he thought to himself, to prove how pointless the human's resistance was.]

[kyrannical]

[He's caught off-guard by the lightning-- this Gear already looks uncomfortably (mockingly?) familiar, and his-- its-- powers don't help that.]

What is the meaning of this?

[He brings it up quickly at the sword swing, feeling the shock of the collision all the way through his arms as it becomes unavoidably obvious that this is not a proper weapon. Still, he presses against it, glaring back determinedly.]

MISC. BATTLES AND DEATHS

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[cullscuttlefish]

[Okay, the night before had kind of sucked. But today was a new day, and everything was bright and beautiful. Feferi still didn't have her wings, but that was fine! It was just fine, so she'd left the house with her usual spring in her step.

She didn't think anything of it when she saw Dizzy, at least not until she got closer. Something felt - the troll couldn't put her finger on it, but it felt off. And when one's moirail is feeling off, it's the responsibility of the other to balance them out.]

Hey, Dizzy? You don't look so good...are you feeling okay?

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Ah, Feferi... Sweet, saintly Feferi. But even you are tainted by the blackness of conceit and hatred. A sad fate that none can truly escape from.

Come. Allow me to give you a gift a mercy, and release you from this miserable existence...

-Dizzy lifted her hand, a deep red beam firing from it towards Feferi.-

[cullscuttlefish]

This isn't like you, Dizzy. Listen to yourself! You wouldn't ever...

[She may not have any of the powers that would normally come with the title, but Feferi knows how to handle a friend that's freaking out.]

Come on! You're not like this.

[She sees that red beam, but dodges. It's not before it clips her hood a bit, though.]

Talk to me. Tell me what happened, please!

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Enough! Do not presume to tell me what I would or would not do! This world is sick! And you are part of the disease! Try as you might, you know, you KNOW, in your heart of hearts, that my kind, and the other races of this realm, cannot coexist!

It is divine providence that Gears inherit the world, cleansing this world of its wretched poison. We will not be used by you! We refuse! Now reap what you have so selfishly sown!

-The green wing lashed out in the form of a giant sword, cutting through the air and sending a shockwave towards the girl.-

Re: MISC. BATTLES AND DEATHS

[skypiratejohnny]

[Oh, Johnny had been in Mayfield for a while. He knew Dizzy as the sweet and innocent girl that he had brought onto his ship and wished to simply protect!

Against his better judgement, he rushed to find her. To try and talk her out of this madness. He may not have his weapons, but he was now quick and nimble enough to avoid any would be attacks.

Though it didn't make him invincible...]

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-And unfortunately for him, he was especially unpopular with Dizzy right now.-

You! If not for you, Mother would still be alive!

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What... are you talking about? Dizzy, stop this...

[He frowns... and is determined to bring her back! If only he was more aware of the situation.]

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-No hesitation. Undine instantly sent out sharp icicles, littering the street with them in an attempt to impale the pirate.-

Dizzy + Gohan

[thegreatsaiyaman]

[Gohan had heard the rumors, but he wasn't certain what to think. His memories of Dizzy were those of friendship, talking, spending time together, and being happy, which was...something that he was not accustomed to, back where he was from. She was, in a lot of ways, a beacon of light for the young Saiyan, but this world had been known to do strange things. After all, he did have both arms, now.

And so, he will seek her out, following the blood and destruction, and then land in front of her, a blue aura surrounding him. His face is cold, his eyes distant. This reminded him too much of the attack of the androids after his father died. Perhaps it was just that death had finally caught back up to him.]

Dizzy.

[His tone was even, almost a greeting. His next word sounds both questioning and hurt, however.]

Why?

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... Because it must be done. We cannot continue as we are now. The world must be purified. That was what Mother taught me...

[thegreatsaiyaman]

[He makes a dismissive gesture with his hand.]

Your mother was wrong. There is still so much that this world can give.

[He shakes his head.]

I don't want to have to fight you, Dizzy, but if...if you continue down this path...

CIEL AND ABEL/FINALE

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ruki said she'd tag in later :>

[bloodsugar]

[he had heard her voice over the phones, and that... that was all it took.

there had been no time to hesitate or think about it. he never did anyway, did he? when it came to a friend, be it in Mayfield or back home, he always was considerably more brash than was healthy for him. it didn't make a difference in the long run, and he'd never had regrets putting everything on the line for someone who was hurting, someone in need.

she might not know it, yet... but he believes she fits that description perfectly.

the priest is running from his home on Albright after making sure his 'family' was secure and safe, made sure to impress upon them the importance of staying inside and laying low (however hypocritical such directions were) -- moving faster than a simple 'man' had a right to be. he's looking for her, seeking her out -- trying to find the creature that had all but declared war on everyone and everything residing in this town. he had to reach her... had to find her, before she could do something she would regret.

...or before someone else did something terrible to her...]

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-Already, a trail of blood and devastation followed the girl. It was so shameful to wear their greedy blood as a mask, but it could not be helped. Until every last one of them were purged, nothing would ever get better. Her mother was right... She had to do this, or they would all destroy her, and the world with her. It had to be done. It could no longer be helped.

Seeing Abel, she stopped. If not for the gore that adorned her form, she'd still look like the angel he compared her to so many times before. And her smile, still so soft...-

Do you intend to stop me, Father?

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[the smell of blood...

smeared on the ground-- splattered, cloying and thick and sickening, leading him toward her...

this was not the way he'd hoped to find her. no; this was not what he wanted to find at the end of this macabre trail. he might've hoped that it wasn't what it seemed, that maybe something else could explain this away -- that it might not be her, but...

...

it was a little hard to deny when his footsteps inevitably stall, bringing him to a jerky halt right before the individual he had sought out, if... in many ways... it didn't seem like her at all.

Dizzy...

he might not have even heard what she'd said, or maybe he can't find it in him to reply beyond the shock. her words were gentle, soft... kind, and like her -- but the splatter of red she wore made this all horribly, horribly wrong.

...something terrible has happened...

and, maybe... something terrible was happening still. wasn't it...? ah. Miss Dizzy...]