Never so much, so condensed in a single spaceā¦ Itās so muchā¦ Itās painted red and black in there.
I swear I recognize some of the dead or dying. Pat, Michealā¦ fucking Harvey?! I think thereās still some poor sods in there fightingā¦ Theyāre screaming and shouting, at some white thing dashing back and forth in there.
Each of the bodies I looked at seemed to have died differently. Fosha had a perfect hole in her face, Pat was covered in cutsā¦ I couldnāt even tell what happened to the poor chaps reduced to bloody, crushed chitin. What ungodly beast is in there?!
ā¦ I donāt call myself spiritual but I had a motherffFUCKING HUNCHā¦ some bullshit was gonna go down one of these daysā¦ Is this it? My ultimate test of judgement?
ā¦ Sod it, Jack. Iāve beaten bigger things before with this olā twistpinā¦ my boys need help! What am I doing cowering back here?!
Citadel be with meā¦ Thisāll be my absolution.
ā¦
Wretched BEASTS!
(Jack drops down, slamming his twistpin into the ground in an overhead swoop. He stands up to leer at his surroundings.)
Kill my fellows, kill our handiworkā¦ Iāll kill you my damn self! SHOW YOURSELVES!!
ā¦
(There is no answer.)
ā¦
Itāsā¦ i-itāsā¦ quiet?
(Jack looks aroundā¦ Bodies, all in different ways of death. The floor he stands on is wet with hemolymphā¦ He looks up and sees the evidently-damaged Ventrica. An Underloft is perched on some scaffolding, peering over, terrified. He calls out.)
M-Murray?! What in our godās name is going on in here?
ā¦
R-RUN!!!
(Murray yells at him as dashing movement and sound comes from his side. A sharp pain is jammed into the joint between his head and his body, before a weight is thrown against it, kicking off him as the pointed pin recedes.)
(Jack screams as heās knocked to the ground, twistpin rattling to a stop next to him. He crawls back up, feels his bleeding neck and glares at the ghostly, masked figure standing far in front of him.)
(He stretches his joints.)
Howling wraithā¦?! Ohā¦ Go back to your tomb, specter!
RETURN TO MEMORY!
ā¦
(The bloodied spectre proved evasiveā¦ Even with Murray and some random Underscrub gaining the courage to fight with him, soon enough they were struck down too, joining the growing collection of bodies on the floor.)
ā¦ FUCK-ā¦ Please, CEASE!
(Jack yelled, sweeping his twistpin in a large horizontal arcā¦ No matter how fast he was, this ghost was too quick, too good. As if he was fighting something indeed incorporeal. It felt as if he was only hitting it when it wanted him to hit it, judging by the sound not of pin striking flesh but of metallic clanking, of pin meeting pin.)
(He heaved, digging his twistpin into the ground as he caught his breath after another blowā¦ He looked up to see the ghost above him, bearing down as light and fog built up around him. He saw his demise, and retreated into his studded shell.)
(Nothing couldāve prepared him for the holy pain that came down onto his back. The feeling of even his hearty shell splintering from force and weight as a longpin pierced deep through his armor. He screams.)
(When the weight crushes him no longer, he brings himself to standā¦ His form has been thoroughly broken and beaten, and looks to his Twistpin still dug into the floor.)
ā¦ Pleaseā¦ comeā¦ onā¦!
(He limps towards it, to wield it once more in a desperate last stand, but feels a powerful kick hit his sideā¦ He stumbles backward, catching himself in the open Ventrica chamber.)
(He gaspedā¦ somehow he fit? His form hurt like no pain he had ever feltā¦ The Ventrica door closed in front of him, safely sealing him inside.)
(His voice hurts to speak, to hear. He can only whimper, weaklyā¦)
Iā¦ ohā¦ no moreā¦ Iā¦ I failedā¦ I fuckedā¦ upā¦ huffā¦
(The ghost stares at him through the transparent door. It steps back, and withdraws its longpinā¦ Had he lived this encounter?)
Noā¦ no I canātā¦ I couldnātā¦ T-thisā¦ uuuuggghhhā¦ my shellā¦!
(He shifted his weight, there really wasnāt that much room in here with his fractured bulk.)
ā¦
Noā¦ Nononono, wait, WAIT, STOP.
(The Ventrica chamber shook. He remembered what state it was in when he saw it earlier.)
S-shut it off! Itās busted! I-ā¦ fuckfuckfuck-
(He scrambled to find the controls, but between his size and his condition he could do nothing but change which wall he leaned against. Steam started building around the chamber as the floor heated up.)
Stop- STOP. I donāt want to- use it-right now! LET ME OUT.
S-ā¦ stop-!
(The chamber rocketed upwardsā¦ and was nearly instantly met with part of the tube it was traveling on being dislocated and off-angle. It snagged, and with its momentum, the chamber was crushed and mangled mid-air.)
(Steam frantically billowed everywhere, before the chamber loosened, creaked, and screeched back to earth with a mighty crash as it landed, completing the symphony of catastrophic failure.)
ā¦
(Blood trickled out from the wreckageā¦ anything organic within was very, very dead.)
(The ghost saw the sight of steaming metal, powdered chitin and torn-up organs, and cackled triumphantly.)
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Iām in the mood to write some heart wrenching, soul crushing-Ā angst.
Please expect a short-nope, LONG, train to come by you soon-oh wait now! Go check ahaha.Ā
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- Alice(who is now going on long hiatus for current wip that has been updating monthly cause Iām picking up steam on my other long fics in other fandoms ahaha) anyways, Iām always loving comments on ao3, wattpad, here via asks(provided theyāre nice, cause yes theyāre open!!) all that jazz, so yea! Willkommen!!!Ā Je suis lĆ !!Ā Š»ŃŠ±ŃŠµ Š²Š¾ŠæŃŠ¾ŃŃ ŠŗŠ¾ Š¼Š½Šµ? Gracias por responder!! š
Watching cutscene movie of FFXIV: A Realm Reborn because this is apparently a fandom I need to get into now. 4 minutes in and 1: the animation is so pretty. How dare it be that pretty. Everything is war and destruction but all the characters are freaking gorgeous (except the weirdo with the skull mask, but Iām guessing heās a bad guy). 2: the intro music is *chefās kiss*. I can barely hear the singer over the explosions but sheās giving me Feels. 3: *deep breath*
BIG DRAGON. VERY BIG SCARY DRAGON. HI BAHAMUT. YOU LOOK WAY SCARIER IN THIS ITERATION THAN IN FFXV. At least I assume youāre Bahamut. You give off Bahamut Vibes.
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I've been sick for 2 days. Which means I slept for 2 days. Followed by puking. I would very much like to not be sick anymore. I would also really like for Whiskey to be home again, cause I need cuddles.
