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.-

[mr_badguy]

[He expected something like that and managed to dodge, if only just barely. He goes for a bare-hand strike.]

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-The punch barely registers, a barrier of water magic catching most of the force as Necro took another swing at his shoulder.-

[mr_badguy]

[Shit, that hurt. He doesn't back down at all, though. Pain or no, Sol's driven to stop her, even if it means dying. It shows through his continued, futile assault.]

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Give up... Just give up and die already! -Necro takes another swing, this one strong enough to likely cleave right through the bone...-

[mr_badguy]

[He's seriously too bent on stopping her to even care about physical injury at this point. The partial amputation of his arm, though, does stop him for a moment. It's shock, mostly.

The profuse amount of blood he's losing will kill him soon enough, but he doesn't stop his futile struggle.]

I never give up. Not even if it means I'm going to die.

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Tch... I'll never understand you. Why you sided with the humans. Why you betrayed Mother. Why even now you force me to destroy you. For what? Why is it you persist, Immoral Flame? You and Mother could have made a better world for ALL Gears!

[mr_badguy]

[Sol slumps to the ground. His voice is weak and strained, but it's still defiant.]

Because it's my fault any of this happened. It needs to stop now...Humans deserve to live...Not be wiped out in genocide...but I fucked up again...Can't say I didn't try.

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Yeah, guess you did fuck up, huh?

[An obnoxious voice calls as it approaches them- Sin pretty much unscathed and dragging Ky's battered and limp body behind him before tossing it like a sack of wet bricks towards Sol's feet.]

This guy was supposed to be one of humanity's strongest fighters? What a joke.

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.]

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[With a mocking grin, he looms over the slightly shorter human, chin raised in an aggressive sneer, clearly just screwing with him in that he hasn't yet parried from the locked weapons.] Th' meanin' is you're gonna die.

[(Again)]

[He barks a laugh as he gives the shove off, sending Ky tumbling back a good few feet, and twirling his flagpole breezily- making a show of how easily he's able to fend him off.]

[kyrannical]

[He stumbles backwards, trying to regain his footing quickly in a body that is, for some (ineffable) reason, larger than what he's used to.]

[(his hair is also tied backwards awkwardly, because he's not sure what the point of that is either)]

[He frowns and launches forward as soon as he's got his balance, not willing to waste a second, swinging the poker as more of a parrying weapon than one for thrusting as he goes for a low kick.]

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[Sin scoffs and meets Ky's rebound, with an easy swing of his pole, and although the kick hits it causes little more than a frown from the Gear as he pulls his foot back slightly, not even much of a stumble.]

[The pole then swings downward in a strong, ripping force attempt to slam the poker out of Ky's grip with raw strength alone- he was clearly trying to make a point.]

[kyrannical]

[The poker gets wrenched out of his hand, forcing him to step backwards for a second. He glances after it for a moment, otherwise keeping his eyes on Sin in an obviously defensive state.]

[The poker wasn't much, but without it he was virtually defenseless-- the question was whether or not going for it would leave him exposed for too long. He was obviously being toyed with; there was nothing stopping Sin from simply knocking it away again if need be.]

[Still, it was better than nothing, so suddenly he's going for the poker on the ground, ready to swing it up defensively as soon as he gets it if he actually makes it there.]

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[Sin had been watching, waiting, to see if Ky would go for his weapon; when Ky makes his leap, Sin laughs and dashes to meet him, swinging a foot across and under Ky's stomach to boot him away from it again and knock the wind out.]

[Grinning cruelly, he walks after where Ky landed, foot stepping onto Ky's collarbone and throat to pin him down, flagpole over-shoulder as he presses his weight.]

Sucks for you, huh? Only just finally got to live again an' already you're gonna get wasted.

[kyrannical]

[He tries to brace himself for an attack, but knowing it's going to happen doesn't help him hold onto his breath, and with the foot on his throat he doesn't have much time to get it back.]

[He tries to rasp out around the pressure, fingers clawing at Sin's foot to try and relieve it, but the defiant glare in his eyes says everything he would if he had the air for it.]

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[He's greatly enjoying watching the breath slip away from Ky, grin growing wider the more he rasps, the more desperate his clawing fingers seem to be- but the defiance in his glare pisses him off, and he wants to crush his spirit most of all.]

[His flagpole crackles with electricity and he slams the butt down into Ky's stomach, trying to knock the remaining wind out of him and tase the fight out of him at the same time.] What's with that look? You're dying, you know!

[kyrannical]

[He chokes in place of crying out, trying to curl up around the hit but unable to move the way he's pinned. Still, his fingers dig into Sin's foot in retribution, even if what little strength they had was quickly draining away.]

[He wonders idly, in a detached, sleepy sort of way, if this is what his attacks felt like to other people.]

[His vision's blurring, but he tries to force himself to focus and see if he can will his magic back, focusing as hard as he can on forcing electricity back out, as if he could access his magic through sheer determination, town be damned.]