ღ 　 There wasn’t any apparent fear in the intruder, perhaps helped along by the fact that anyone still left alive was certainly too weak for their screams or cries of anguish to be heard all the way up on their now-mutual perch. “You have a nice voice,” Byakuran said instead of answering immediately. “I’m glad. These moments are so easily shattered,” he turned and faced him, took him in a moment, “but the apocalypse suits you.” If nothing else, the pretty purple of his hair in the deep red light was flattering, a perfect aesthetic addition.

Still, Byakuran’s eyes returned to the burning sky, the main event.

“You’re on the right track, but it’s better than that. More productive. It’s burying a rotten tomato to fertilize the growth of a beautiful flower. Once the garden is pruned, it can flourish.” He gave a little giggle. “Too many mixed metaphors? It doesn’t matter, this world is over, no matter how I pretty it up.”

Yukari positively reels from the compliment, taking final strides to come and flump himself besides the winged being. Not too close, but just so that his voice floats clearly even over the cacophony of the Earth perishing below them.

“I like it.”

He speaks of the metaphors, mixed or not, they make sense to him. He envies the world its second chance, a chance to bloom stronger and more beautiful than before instead of being left to wilt and become dust in the winds of history. More than that, he envies the person with enough power to yield that kind of change at all.

“And where does that leave you, when it’s all gone?”

 ( event : dreamscape ! strangers stumbling on a pleasant memory… )

ღ 　 The world was ending. There could be no doubt of it, there was no subtlety to this universe, just raw success. And success came in the form of a dark sky, peppered with what could be meteors, if they weren’t in such stark relief. Fire was raining down, the city was in shambles beneath him, and Byakuran sat at the edge of a building’s flat roof, legs dangling and kicking lightly.

“I’ve won,” he stated calmly, the edges of bubbling cheer undeniable. He knew quickly that it wasn’t real, a dream of a memory, but he didn’t mind one bit. Revisiting something so lovely.. wasn’t a gift he intended to squander. He took anything he could get, anymore.

“Mm? Now, I know you’re not supposed to be here.” Byakuran made no move to turn and greet the interloper properly, facing instead the carnage that engulfed the world around them. However, his large feathered wings were laid out behind him, and he pulled them closer around him like a blanket. “It’s pretty, isn’t it? A rotten world ending.”

Death and destruction often walked hand in hand and there was a certain, inexplicable beauty in the finality of both. The cataclysmic spectacle he’s awoken to is on a scale unlike anything Yukari’s witnessed before, sparking a magnetic buzz that spreads all the way to the very tips of his extremities. It’s as haunting as it is thrilling, almost biblical, he thinks, a fire and brimstone sort of ending. 

Undeterred by any notions of fear he should have, Yukari capers and sways his way across the rooftops of buildings that remained yet standing. His face lifted towards the sky spewing comets onto the unfortunate city below. He doesn’t stop until he meets with another sideline observer, more than that, if the stranger’s words are to go by. Maybe one of the Horsemen themselves.

“Oh, so this is a pity death?” He muses along, advancing to the roof’s edge and perching himself next to winged being.

@manipulatedge / raid

“THANKS FOR THE… assist.” An enemy creature drew its last pained breaths before crumbling to dust behind him. The gratitude stumbles out with uncertainty if this was the right terminology people used nowadays. More were spawning in place of their fallen comrade already, growling at the two otherworldler menacingly.

Excitement thrums in his veins as the last droves of enemies are sliced down, Yukari clutches the pommel of his sword, eagerly anticipates the re-spawn of new foes to dance with. An unconventional reaction, perhaps, but it’s been a while since he’s been able to flex like this.

“My pleasure!” He replies, a hint of manic in his tone.