Jake felt hot, more than hot, he felt like he was on fire. Sweat seemed to turn to steam and his breathing turned into quick panting. He tried to pull at his clothing but nothing was helping. The concerned voices of his friends were being drowned out by the sounds of a mix of hope and hopelessness. Light snaked around his body like a too tight hug. His screaming ripped through his throat making it raw and sore, which didnāt help with the heat. When did he started screaming? He didnāt remember. The light got tighter and tighter around his overstimulated body. His skin burned and seared making the world smell like burning flesh. He tried to grip his hair but nothing happened. The lights kept his arms chained to his sides. Tighter. Tighter. His eyes started to bulge a bit. Tighter and hotter. Hotter and tighter. Too much. Blood started to escape his eyes, nose, ears and mouth just because there was nowhere else to go. The golden lights that tightened around Jake seemed to awaken. Eyes of different colors and shapes started to open just as they got too tight. Jake exploded from the pressure. Blood, guts, and other body parts seem to fly in every direction. Rox was hit with an arm and painted with blood. Cro now had entrails in his hair and blood splattering his clothing. In his screaming Rox ended up with a chunk of Jake in his mouth causing the screaming and gagging to worsen.
In the midst of the chaos, wings of a seraphim blossomed.
==> Jake; Ascend
Hours later, what seemed to be a falling star landed down on an island seemingly in the middle of nowhere. This island had horses roaming, and the wreckage of a building that had been seemingly disintegrated. The blinding light didnāt crash land, as it got close to the ground below it slowed, catching the attention of the animals in the area. As the light faded some of the horses would slowly approach, they half recognized the man left kneeling there, in an all too familiar yellow.
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ā...in a surprise turn of events, rebellion leader Kankri Vantas has been captured and taken into custody. After perigrees of terrorizing the public, Kankri Vantas hasĀ been taken into custody after being recognized in the street by a good samaritan who reported him to the proper authorities. A collection of other rebels have also been captured with him and are awaiting their executions with him, however their executions will not be broadcasted due to the lack of space to air. The empress en route with Alternia to personally take part in his public execution on Live Television to provide a message to any remaining rebellion members..ā
You had been walking down the street to rendezvous with a Mr. Cronus Ampora to discuss.. to discuss.. You canāt even remember. Everything on that Day was a blur to you now, everything else however- was not. One minute you are darting down alleys and weaving through streets and the next minute your mouth is covered and youāre being electrocuted in your side. You felt all of your hair stand on end the second between the tazer meeting your side and the second following where you fell unconscious. When you awoke you were cuffed and bound in a prison cell far too small for your comfort. Across the way you recognized a familiar face, one of your peers unconscious on the floor. You tried to call out but you came to the realization that you were gagged as well. Your outcry was muffled and spittle dripped down your chin as you squirmed and got yourself upright. You growl and hiss at any sound that echos in halls.
Three Days Seven Hours and Fifty Two Minutes, you counted every minute that you were trapped in that cell. You counted every time you screamed to the best of your ability, cried, clawed at your own skin, bled, wanted to throw up, and cursed everyone and everything around you. Youāll tally them down:
You screamed 192 times.
You cried 1 time.
You clawed at your palms endlessly.
You bled from those scratches for 1 hour in a whole.
You wanted to throw up 7 times.
You were still cursing everyone around you.
You slept 0 hours.
Your vision snapped to the sound of a bang distantly, you wearily creak your head towards the direction of the sound that you just heard, leaning your head against the wall behind you and staring at the corner where the door and the wall met. You heard another bang and some popping following, then everything felt hot for just a moment and you were out again. When you awoke again you were covered in dust, but a troll wearing a gasmask was dumping water onto your face. You were surrounded by trolls carrying weaponry and adorning masks and hoods, makeshift body armor hanging on their frames. They stared down at you like you were the sun incarnate, holy and decadent. Their eyes were wide as you tested your jaw. You were rattled suddenly by the blinding flash of an explosion nearby. You jolt upright with a sudden burst of energy and look around you, two young trolls help you to your feet and you look around you. In the time that you were out, the buildings around where you were being housed were in ruin and burning. Sirens blared in the distance and smoke danced up into the air. The moons hung overhead and made the haze dance with purple and green. You opened your mouth to say something but were met with the incessant whirring of drones overhead. You and the crowd of trolls immediately scatter, two other trolls helping you walk and keeping you sturdy. You watched in raw astonishment at the sight of a drone wailing down and crashing into buildings after suddenly being burst into flames. You continue to run, it looked like the sight of that old movie, Latula- Telula had shown you it when you were younger. Independence Day it was called, if you remember correctly. Everything was burning around you and descending into chaos.
That had been perigrees ago.
Currently, you had been Kakrir Vattos, a burgundy blood troll who worked in a factory who played with electronics on the side.
You had to step up again though, and you had shed that name and disguise, your skin burnt hot with the red of iron, you were angry. You wanted to put this capitalistic society into the grave as you had already struck it in the knee for the rest of the world to see. Shocking, is what it was, really.
You open a palmhusk for the first time in what felt like sweeps, you hadnāt told anyone that you had survived.Ā
āThe captured Rebel Terrorist Kankri Vantas has presumably escaped, please keep yourself and your close ones safe and stay inside as much as possible to avoid danger if you are in the effected areas.ā
āThe Rebel Kankri Vantas has been reported alive based upon activity in online circles, all websites reporting news based on this story that are not government certified and official will be taken down and prosecuted for affiliation with Rebels..ā
āThe Terrorist Kankri Vantas-ā
ā...Rebel Terror Kankri Vantas-ā
ā..Kankri Vantas..ā
āKANKRI VANTASā
You are KANKRI VANTAS, Rebel, Terrorist, Socialist, and what ever label that has ever been attached to you, and you refuse to fucking die.
Plants had feelings too, and that was something the angel had been neglecting for a week or so. Since heād turned into a half-fish, even since heād moved - there was a large plant in the bathtub of the defunct bathroom in the townhouse that still needed love and attention. It was his favorite, and he just hadnāt been able to figure out how to finagle it out of the room without needing to trim it.
So here he was, feeling guilty, heading to the new exotic plant shop in Detroit to treat it to something nice to hopefully make amends. Having never been there before, it was easier to open a portal nearby the townhouse and walk to the address to learn the lay of the land so he could get here easier next time should the store be up to his standards.
Which meant walking. Sigh.
This particular street, however, generally had him on guard. It was here that, almost two years ago now, heād been accosted by a few of the more⦠emphatic church-goers - the kind that touted signs about one thing or another, relating to homosexuality as a sin or casting demons from their wake. The pair had thrown holy water at him, giving him a few days of down time: as one might expect, it was quite comparable to poison for the fallen angel, and heād taken ill. It was also the reason why he was completely blind in his right eye, which was, understandably, a sore spot. While there were no bodies outside on this particular evening, he wasnāt able to shake the dread that had snuck up on him, gripping his shoulders and hastening his steps.
Pace quickened. It was a few blocks later that he made it to the store in question, and he had to marvel at all the exotic foliage they had on display - as well as the astounding array of foods and planters available. He needed to stop himself before he bought one of everything, electing to enlist his self control and instead only purchase a bag of expensive plant food. Which he then lugged five whole blocks back to the townhouse, texting Jingle along the way.
No response. Typical. He sighed and shoved his phone back into his pocket, deciding on the way that the best course of action would be to break in through the bathroom window the plant was in. Mainly because the front door tended to stick, and he didnāt want to wake him up if he indeed was sleeping.
It took some creative finagling, hoisting the bag up through the window before himself to plop onto the floor after jimmying open the lock, but he made it into the room with minimal problems after that.
He slipped into his old room after putting down the bag, removing his ring, collar, and necklace. He figured while he was here he could re-enchant them with the magical goodies he kept here just in case, and he really didnāt want to lose his ring in the dirt of the pot if he ended up having to loosen the soil up for any reason. But he wouldnāt let himself get distracted - plant first, enchantments later. The accoutrements were left on his old dresser, and he headed back into the defunct bathroom quietly.
Plant was sung to, trimmed, and generally pampered. Cath apologized for neglecting it for so long, explaining all the things that had happened since the last time theyād seen each other. It seemed to be appeased, even moreso when he watered it with the expensive food mixture, and the angel was pleased.
Mid-way during a one-sided conversation with the plant, he thought to check the time. Oh, shit. Itād been a few hours. He really needed to be heading home. He fired off a quick text to Kay, telling him heād be along and home soon so they could play something or chill or whatever they decided to do that afternoon.
Instinctively he reached for his wallet, aiming to leave one of the cards he kept with him that said āhey king nice cockā somewhere Jingle could see it the next time he used the bathroom.
When he couldnāt find it in his back pocket, he groaned loudly.
He searched everywhere in the bathroom. Under the sink, in the bathtub, even in the dirt of the plant. He knew it wouldnāt be there, but stranger things had happened, and his wallet seemed to have a tendency to wander. When ten minutes of searching turned up nothing, he realized he probably had left it at the plant store.
Well. Son of a bitch.
Climbing back out the bathroom window, he set the music on his phone again, trying to make his way quickly back to the plant store. It wouldnāt be so bad, actually. Heād offered to get some exotic plant food for a friend of his, and he hadnāt even looked when he was there the first time. He hadnāt found out what types of plants Scar had, but maybe a general type of food like heād gotten would be fine.
Walking past that damned church again did not serve to make him feel any better about the situation, and his stomach flipped uneasily. He figured a quicker-paced song might make him walk faster, so he pulled his phone out of his pocket to change the music.
It was difficult for him to divide his attention sometimes, and over the music being louder with his phone being closer to his face he didnāt hear the footsteps approaching in the grass. Before he had any idea what was happening there were multiple pairs of hands grabbing him, phone tumbling into the dewy grass as the angel was hauled away.
He fought. He kicked and he yelled. But there were too many hands - pulling him, shoving him, covering his face and mouth. Alongside his heart hammering in his ears he could hear some kind of weird chanting. It sounded like prayer, but the voices saying these things and doing these things seemed anything but holy. Good people didnāt do things like this. Even in the face of the unknown. This was fear, raw and frightening. Though if theyād taken thirty seconds of their time to have a conversation with him, they might actually realize he wasnāt anything to fear.Ā
Pulled into the church, he was dragged down a set of stairs into the lower basement, struggling and shouting the whole way down.
It wasnāt quick. It wasnāt painless. But the otherworldly echoes of his cries of terror would haunt that building for decades to come - their āprizeā for finally excising the evil that dared to walk their streets unpunished.
Kay collapsing somewhat made his heart sink straight through his stomach and hit the floor, he inhaled heavily and was about to jump straight into a panic before he took note that Kay didnāt completely collapse. Instinctively when he saw him struggling he put his hands on Kayās back and on his chest, feeling the cold running through his vampire companion. His stomach drew into its own cold pit and he wheezed in the fear he was trying to stifle. He tried to provide him support, but gingerly removed his hands when he started to sit up again. Now it was Jingleās turn to acknowledge the terms.
Jingle stared dead on at Edea,Ā āI donāt know if thatās possible, Iāve met some spirits who still walk the Earth from time to time after the decision but I donāt know how possible itās going to be to bring them from the afterlife if they donāt already walk the planet..ā He rubbed the back of his neck, plucking a stray feather from his hair from the earlier.. actions. He held it up and inspected it before he tucked it behind his ear. He now wrung his hands while he thought about it,Ā āIām willing to do whatever I can, Iād just have to talk to the gatekeeper I suppose and see if I can.. take them for a walk for a limited time. Just borrow them for a little while, without telling anyone. By talking to the gatekeeper I mean probably just sneaking past him-ā He looked up at Edea and straightened up, showing weakness in front of the Fae wasnāt a good thing.
Jingle glanced at Kay and then back at the fae queen, a stern expression on his face,Ā āWhatās next? Where do we go from here?ā He glanced at her hands,Ā āDo we gotta like.. shake hands and make an actual pact or something?ā He tended to talk with his hands, moving his hands together in a circular motion while he talked. He looked up at her again and pursed his lips,Ā āI think weāre both ready for whatever youāre going to throw at us.āĀ
However, Edea just laughed her mysterious little laugh at him for worrying so much about having to go to the afterlife. She stalked over to Kay, who had his own growing expression of concern as Edea stared at Jingle intently. She narrowed her eyes and gave him a curious little smile, putting her hand on Kayās shoulder. She shortly commented about how cold Kay was, before she raised her hand up and the air around all three of them became eerily quiet. Jingle and Kayās eyes met for just a moment while the guideās eyes darted around. He backed up a little as the leaves on the ground around them started to float, his hair lifting as well. Edea and Kayās hair gained the same treatment, the cloak Kay adorned now beginning to raise as if Gravity itself reversed. Edea whispered something repeatedly under her breath, Kayās eyes growing wide and glancing at her and then at Jingle as the fae queen raised her hand up into the air and continued to mumble. Jingleās paranoia continued to spike higher and higher, peaking when she pointed at him and he felt himself metaphorically burst open. He shrieked and gripped his head, his antlers forcibly extending and twisting, more spines bending off of them and resembling tree branches more than antlers now. He continued to scream in near downright agony, doubling over as he felt spirits and souls filling up any empty gap in his psyche and body, manifesting in colored lanterns hanging from his massive set of antlers now. Just as quickly as it had been done it ended, he had rapidly grown back to his normal energized size and collapsed down to his hands and knees. He gasped and panted for breath as he started to recover, clenching his eyes shut as he felt the eyes of those inside him now sharing his vision, he felt their eyes moving with his. He felt their breathing follow the same rhythm as his, and them moving the same as his. He felt like a matryoshka doll- and to an ironic extent he sort of was. He shakily started to try and stand up, gripping his eyes shut still at the new and strange sensation, he was used to spirits surrounding him and walking near him, but not so much being trapped inside him and following his every movements.Ā
When he tried to speak, his voice became echoed by others, layered voices matching his own words when he croaked out towards the fae queen,Ā āWhat did you do to me?ā Tears were pricking the corners of his eyes, summoning his staff and piercing it into the ground to lean against, gripping it and stumbling a little. His brave facade falling away and revealing his fallacy, the fear painted on his face visibly. He gasped again and wobbled, gripping his staff so tight that his knuckles became discolored, his own face pale and dripping with sweat at the pressure of having so many mentalities and so many voices inside of him. Lives of others brushing against his own memories in his mind, he bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from talking further.
Fucking Winter. The only thought Edea had time to have before the unicorn rampaged through her circle, sending an explosion of energy out in every direction. Something so powerful should have been let out gradually, like the air out of a balloon, and as such the shockwave nearly took her off her feet. With the power now renewed in her by having a knight, she stood her ground. She had to, in order to catch the razored horn of the charging beast between her hands before it managed to gore her. The sheer momentum slid her back a good two feet or so before she shifted her weight and used it as well as the beastās to her advantage - ducking down to fling the fucking thing into the air over her head and slam it into the ground. Hands, bleeding, clutched her heaving chest, and the queen fell flat on her ass, then onto her back, catching her breath as the creature immediately gave up, screeching and rising to its feet to crash off across the field.
Cath, on the other hand, was having his own hard time. He couldnāt see. Not properly. It was as if heād woken up from a nap, the kind where you have something over your eyes to keep them dark. Vision was entirely blurred, even in his good eye - and when he saw the figures rushing towards him, one which he didnāt recognize, his body instantly went into fight or flight mode.
Fight. He lashed out with a sharp āNo!!!ā, hand flying to rake nails at the offender. Brain had not caught up with what was happening, sending him rocketing back to the moment heād been taken, the faces of his attackers haunting him in these foggy, confusing moments. The bright red blood springing to the face of the stranger heād attacked didnāt help any, and he struggled, sobbing, as his wrists were grabbed and held. Please, no, not again, this is Hell, donāt make me go through this again.
He whimpered. He thrashed and begged. He screamed and struggled and cried against Jingleās grip before he was literally sat on, giving up and resigning himself to whatever fate was going to befall him. Energy entirely exhausted, he was overtaken by the darkness that swept over his vision, collapsing on the figure holding him down.
Maybe this was it, his mind told him before he was out entirely. Punishment finally for being such a sinner, made to relive his worst moments for eternity. He could only hope for another break between rounds.
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Between the two of them, the queen was still managing to enjoy herself despite the dour mood of the mood and situation. She was still learning, despite the circumstances, and knowledge was worth more than gold to her.
For instance, the firecracker that piped up from next to Kay, who had her leaning over to smile at him once again.
āAnd who are you?ā She questioned, single dimple showing on her left cheek, smiling into another drink of coffee. āOh, waaaait. Iāve been told of you before. Jingle, correct?ā Such a fascinating one. And she finally got to meet him! āI can see why Shachath likes you. You both share such a unique passion for the English language.ā
Once again she sat back, listening to him as he spoke, slowly draining another cup of coffee. He was definitely fascinating. And she couldnāt quite place just what he was, either. He had power, she could tell just by looking at him. And the more he spoke the more it filled the area around him. Surely, with his help as well, what she had in mind could be pulled off. Another cup of coffee was taken up, and she took a moment to admire the kittens on it before a sip.
āYour concerns are reasonable. However, as I have assured Kay in the past, I wish no harm on anyone in this family. And I will certainly not do anything -ā She wrinkled her nose. āJust for shits.ā Brows raised and she shook her head with another drink. āThough I cannot lie. It will be a difficult task. It may not even work. There are a lot of elements that need to be taken into account to get back the exact same Shachath you lost.ā A curl was twirled around a finger, humming quietly. āI think I may have an idea. But it will require you to join me back in the Nevernever. Something of this magnitude would very likely destroy this beautiful house. Not to mention upset the wonderful spirits that reside here.ā
Standing, she grabbed one of the larger cups of coffee, a big travel mug that was still warm. Brow raised, eyes moving between the two of them. āYou will follow me, or you will forfeit the help I am offering. That is the first thing I require of you.ā
The only thing that could be said about this factor of what he did was that there was no pain upon returning to the Nevernever. The echo of his previous form reflected his appearance here, so that could be counted as another comfort, and the sting of holy water left behind was not missed either. Though it didnāt speak at all of the hollow emptiness he felt, having been forcefully evicted from the life and love heād cultivated over the last 28 years.
It wasnāt impossible to cry. It was just generally a bad idea to draw attention to oneās self here.
And so he sat, by himself. Heād been dumped in one of his hiding spots, a niche heād carved out when he spent far more time here between summonings. He wasnāt entirely aware of his actual location in the Nevernever, because it was almost always impossible to tell - he hadnāt been here in so long. Getting his bearings would take a while, and some traveling he just wasnāt up to doing yet.
He mostly just wanted to sit and feel sorry for himself.
Who even remembers death? There was no telling if the life heād left behind had simply vanished as he did. He never had the opportunity to speak with those he influenced when he was summoned, and seeing as his presence was largely dependent on them dying, he didnāt speak with them afterwards, either. Once he left, was he forgotten? Was Kay suddenly living in a house by himself and their little zoo, unknowing what had happened the past two years of their lives? Was Jingle simply a lucky heir to a subpar building and mystery plants? Those heād known less, but still admired... would his just be another blog, another presence, fading into nothingness?
Standing, he kicked over a nearby stack of books in a violent outburst of frustration. He should have known better. He shouldnāt have let himself get carried away. Comfort was one thing, but domesticity was another - things never should have gone as far as they did, no matter how much heād enjoyed them.
It may have been foolish. It may have been ill advised. But that didnāt mean he couldnāt mourn the life heād made for himself, and the niche heād instead carved into reality with the people he loved more than anything he ever had before. People that took Death and taught him how to live.
It was a bad idea to cry. But heād grieve anyway.