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BATTLE OF THE PLAGUES: CONCLUSION
They can't do anything in this fight.
For all that they cooperate, for all that they try, they can do nothing. "HAVE YOU ACCEPTED YOURSELVES YET?" Pestilence roars from on high, the darkness becoming unbearable as the storm rains down upon them. Setting buildings and people aflame, shocking them into crisps, and pounding them relentlessly with hailstones the size of cannons. The monsters cannot survive--and for those who summon them, time is limited.
"HAVE YOU READIED YOURSELVES, FOR THE TENTH PLAGUE?"
There is a click.
A bang.
And abruptly, all goes silent, the clouds parting. Those who can see, those who can fly, have had their efforts rewarded, an exhausted, semi charred and frosted Hatsu standing behind Pestilence as vines latch the demon's arms to the ground. He holds a gun to the back of the other's head with cold eyes...
...And this time, Pestilence is afraid.
He laughs, of course. "What do you think you will achieve?" he chuckles nervously. "I already took from you what I want... ...You already know you can't kill me..!" There is no answer from Hatsu, and fear becomes rage. "All of you are INFECTED," he hisses, snarling with choking breaths. "Even escape won't save you now! I am more than your prisoner, or even your end; I am DISEASE-"
"Disease, is it?" Hatsu finally asks, his voice ringing clear over the air. His eyes narrow but a fraction, and his finger begins to pull upon the trigger. "If that's the case, then consider me to be 'Traditional Medication'... If you're the disease," he announces, face twisting for one brief second of rage as he fires. "Then consider this the CURE!"
The bullet fires. And for a moment there is nothing--until choking meets the air. Until a plant begins to blossom at the back of the other's skull, vines and roots alike poking out through the ears, the throat, the eyes... The plant grows, and continues to grow, Pestilence's red-form staining the tower beneath him, until finally the body bursts into that same noxious spore filled gas he threw upon others not long before.
And even this is devoured by the roots of the plant.
The jailer is gone.
And with a steady rumble, their efforts are rewarded. All the buildings of the city have long since returned--but with the darkness gone, it is now time for the barrier to follow. Entrances to the outside world open, and the dome above collapses into ash. Outside, those watching will notice further platforms rising up from the sea...railway tracks forming beneath the waves, while great pillars meant for duel-roadways spear through the waves. Pestilence is gone--and the world has 'welcomed' them back.
....Leaving all others to clean up the aftermath.
[[OOC - First off, thank you to everyone who participated in this Summer Long event! I hope you enjoyed it, and I much appreciate any critique you have on how things went.
Relating to that, I apologize profusely for the sudden dip in my own activity regarding the event in the final battle; things arose IRL, but it is no less my fault and responsibility for what occurred. All the same, I hope you were able to enjoy yourselves despite this, and that you are able to look forward to another year at the YGO-DR!
For those who participated in the event by the way, you get a Unique Prize; while an event is being run through the RNG from the Single Vote received, all participants can have their muse affected by another event from the existing list, regardless of what else is going on. Choose wisely, and have fun!]]
For all that they cooperate, for all that they try, they can do nothing. "HAVE YOU ACCEPTED YOURSELVES YET?" Pestilence roars from on high, the darkness becoming unbearable as the storm rains down upon them. Setting buildings and people aflame, shocking them into crisps, and pounding them relentlessly with hailstones the size of cannons. The monsters cannot survive--and for those who summon them, time is limited.
"HAVE YOU READIED YOURSELVES, FOR THE TENTH PLAGUE?"
There is a click.
A bang.
And abruptly, all goes silent, the clouds parting. Those who can see, those who can fly, have had their efforts rewarded, an exhausted, semi charred and frosted Hatsu standing behind Pestilence as vines latch the demon's arms to the ground. He holds a gun to the back of the other's head with cold eyes...
...And this time, Pestilence is afraid.
He laughs, of course. "What do you think you will achieve?" he chuckles nervously. "I already took from you what I want... ...You already know you can't kill me..!" There is no answer from Hatsu, and fear becomes rage. "All of you are INFECTED," he hisses, snarling with choking breaths. "Even escape won't save you now! I am more than your prisoner, or even your end; I am DISEASE-"
"Disease, is it?" Hatsu finally asks, his voice ringing clear over the air. His eyes narrow but a fraction, and his finger begins to pull upon the trigger. "If that's the case, then consider me to be 'Traditional Medication'... If you're the disease," he announces, face twisting for one brief second of rage as he fires. "Then consider this the CURE!"
The bullet fires. And for a moment there is nothing--until choking meets the air. Until a plant begins to blossom at the back of the other's skull, vines and roots alike poking out through the ears, the throat, the eyes... The plant grows, and continues to grow, Pestilence's red-form staining the tower beneath him, until finally the body bursts into that same noxious spore filled gas he threw upon others not long before.
And even this is devoured by the roots of the plant.
The jailer is gone.
And with a steady rumble, their efforts are rewarded. All the buildings of the city have long since returned--but with the darkness gone, it is now time for the barrier to follow. Entrances to the outside world open, and the dome above collapses into ash. Outside, those watching will notice further platforms rising up from the sea...railway tracks forming beneath the waves, while great pillars meant for duel-roadways spear through the waves. Pestilence is gone--and the world has 'welcomed' them back.
....Leaving all others to clean up the aftermath.
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[[OOC - First off, thank you to everyone who participated in this Summer Long event! I hope you enjoyed it, and I much appreciate any critique you have on how things went.
Relating to that, I apologize profusely for the sudden dip in my own activity regarding the event in the final battle; things arose IRL, but it is no less my fault and responsibility for what occurred. All the same, I hope you were able to enjoy yourselves despite this, and that you are able to look forward to another year at the YGO-DR!
For those who participated in the event by the way, you get a Unique Prize; while an event is being run through the RNG from the Single Vote received, all participants can have their muse affected by another event from the existing list, regardless of what else is going on. Choose wisely, and have fun!]]
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and considering what happened where he's from, he really shouldn't be talkingKurosaki shrugs. "Everything in your world must be screwed up, considering what you and your... friend are like."
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Fusionraptor should hear the story of how they met."But you're one to talk, obviously something in your world got screwed up too, if it's true that-"
And then Cuckoo butts in to wrap his arm around Fusionraptor's shoulders with a shit-eating grin. "No way, he's clearly a mole in Academia for the Resistance. After all, ALL fusion users from the Fusion Dimension are evil. Would I be this chummy with fusion scum?" And Cuckoo squeezes his grip slightly.
He's totally trying to help you....... psyche..!And at this..... there is probably no answer that Fusionraptor could give that'll make Yuto believe that. He just raises an eyebrow at Cuckoo's words.
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Kurosaki flinches when Cuckoo wraps his arm around him. He looks over at his double in rare confusion. A-A mole? That's bu-
He looks at Yuuto. For two seconds, sure, but it feels like hours. A weird pain sinks up through him from his chest. Yuuto. Yuuto--
Kurosaki closes his eyes and reaches for Cuckoo's shoulder. He squeezes tight.
"Yeah. Pretty clever scheme, huh? Those fusion bastards have no idea." Then why is your voice shaking?
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.....
The Yuto that Fusionraptor remembers extremely deep down would never say that.Cuckoo has no reaction to that statement, like it's perfectly a perfectly normal thing for the stone-faced teen to say and has said before. But he does watch Fusionraptor's face expectantly, the grin a smirk now.And now here's the question, is this simply trolling, or is it a gambit to get another rise out of Fusionraptor from under the brainwashing? Or is it both now?
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"That's... one way to put it." Okay Cuckoo you've been touching him long enough. He is pulling away now. He'd actually like to get away from this Yuuto, now, thanks. And his double too.
Don't you look at him like that, it's not funny!no subject
AND HE NEEDS A NEW OUTFIT IF IT'S WITHIN YOUR GENEROSITY.no subject
"Sure is. I'd never say no to you." Okay he's just saying that because Yuuto's there.
He might leave some lying around for you but if not just take them, he's barely worn some of them anywayno subject
Aw, that's cute, even if he's just saying that to make himself look good in front of Yuto or something."I should go anyway. I've seen all that I've needed to see." Like Cuckoo being safe, because the other Shun is clearly not who he appears to be. And not because of the content of what Cuckoo said.
And with that note, Cuckoo's Yuto disappears....
like Batman.