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interstellar55552016-08-03 01:24 pm
interdimanagers) wrote in interstellar55552016-08-03 01:24 pm
☆TRACK XIII: HIT THE BOTTOM PT 2
 It’s almost the very end of the Tokyo tour when it happens. There was no way for anyone to be sure when exactly Gold would strike, but at least with the information gained from Silver and their dreams, the rebels have been able to prepare and lay in wait. Despite some effort, contact with Gold has been impossible. It isn’t until Lesedi has presented herself on stage that Gold comes out of hiding. It’s a special occasion, presumably. Maybe our of arrogance, or maybe as some key feature of her plan, one of the final performances is Lesedi Santiago herself singing. The crowd loves it, irrationally so – it’s clear to anyone that knows what’s going on that by this point Lesedi could be making fart sounds into a microphone and the audience would swoon. The magic is thick, and the civilians are all but zombies in its wake. So much, so, that they don’t even seem to notice when Gold drops the entire metal lighting structure right onto the stage, on top of Santiago, mid performance. Gold rides the structure down, and metal bends and grinds, screeching as lights explode and sparks fly. It’s so brazen that even Lesedi doesn’t seem to be expecting it. That becomes all too obvious when the nebulae emerges from the wreckage, furious and literally glowing with astral energy. Her song and its momentum has been cut like a rope, and the stage has fallen down like the figurative piano. “What is this?!” she screeches, indignant beyond words but ostensibly not actually hurt. Metal shrapnel bursts into the air as Gold emerges as well, a powerful aura surging around their masked form as well. The remaining musicians that were dosed with Gold’s powder some months ago will feel a strange pull against their spirits. “You.” The word is cold, in contrast to Lesedi’s fury only a moment before. Gold only offers a theatrical shrug as they tight rope walk across twisted metal scaffolding. The crowd roars in appreciate for a performance that only they seem to understand. “This is where you swear you’re going to destroy me, right?” Gold says, with antagonizing ambivalence. “Well, here’s your chance, princess.” Yet, in this moment, Silver is nowhere to be seen. [This is mostly going to be one, big free for all log, though you can make separate top levels if they aren’t going to be related to the main fight. Remember, your actions here matter! What players characters do or don’t do will heavily affect the outcome.] |
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Her magic could heal this sort of thing, but it would take more focus than she can dedicate. She'd have to break this spell to start one so completely different, and then everything would just be fucked. She can deal with a sucking chest wound for a few minutes if that's the alternative, right? Haha...
She feels the moment that the spirit of Arpegius appears. It's such a sad familiar presence, she can't help but almost laugh. She doesn't know how he knew this was happening, or how he knew this was just the moment they needed. But, hey. She'll take it.
Arpegius appears near Roy, called by his summons. It doesn't take long for him to clue into what's happening either.
"We're going to fix this," he'll say to Roy, before flying off to where Gold and Terry are standing. He doesn't spare a moment to dally or ask for permission - he leaps straight into Gold's body, and she seems to accept it without qualm.
She stands back onto her own feet, the bloodflow slowing as she clenches her fists, her power mingling with the spirit's.
"Hey man," she says, quietly. "It's been a while."
Last chance. Better make it count. Arpegius agrees.
Lesedi too distracted to see it coming. Gold is out for the count, as far as she's concerned. Down and bleeding. But no, not yet. Not until this is done.
Syncing with the music of the other musicians, Gold reclaims her song. She moves so quickly, she almost puts Lesedi to shame.
Music magic has always been the bending of reality through spiritual energy. Most people don't have enough to create much tangible effect - a little bit of well wishing, maybe, or enough spite to give someone a stomach ache. A crowd, though - there isn't much a crowd can't do if they were all in unison. Something that never really happens outside of the craft.
That's the magic of it. Making things happen that shouldn't. Things like shattering a nebulae's spirit.
Gold reaches her hands into Lesedi, grasping for that spirit like something physical. The will of her magic makes it so. She takes one half in each hand and then rips-
The sound it makes is nothing human, and the release of force is enough to blow everyone surrounding Lesedi back like a bomb detonation. Gold never claimed it to be elegant. But hey, sometimes that works.
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Left in her place is what can only be described as some kind of spacial rift - like a shattered place between reality and space-time that is impossible to describe or even look at. The pieces one can see are like a vaporous cloud of starlight and lightning. There is a scream, but its not something you hear so much as you feel.
The rift flickers in place, tendrils of space reaching out as if trying to take form and then failing. The energy moves towards Jenny's fallen form, but Gold is already staggering to her feet and moving herself in the way.
The light flair and then start to fade, rushing from the dimension as if sucked into another by sheer pressure.
They only get a few moments of warning. Those from Pride that still have their chips in will feel the tingling of something pulling at them, too - the feeling of being teleported, but with much greater effort than it ever took Lesedi before. She's leaving, and she's taking them with her.
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He tumbles back into his regular form, the shield aspects of the guitar poofing. He looks at the rift with hunted eyes, and then quickly looks back to Greg. The stress is evident, but it comes a certain confidence in the necessity of this.
"It's okay!" he says to Greg, and Connie, and the Crystal Gems that he barely remembers. "We'll figure it out!"
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He doesn't have a lot of time to contemplate it before the situation reaches its apparent climax.
The sound of Santiago's core being ripped apart sets his teeth on edge, and he cringes, horrified but unable to tear his eyes away, even as she disintegrates into something he can't begin to comprehend. Coupled with the scream that ripples seemingly through his entire being, it makes Jamie feel as though he's on the precipice of complete insanity, witnessing something a normal human was never meant to see.
The pull catches him by surprise, and he's seized by utter panic. The thing that was Lesedi Santiago is trying to drag him with it into wherever it's going, and that terrifies him more than anything else. He can't manage much more beyond an inarticulate screech of fear before he vanishes.
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Before he can do much else or even get to his feet, Lesedi is blowing away. Is it... over? It feels somewhat final, but also... anticlimatic. Well. Good enough for him, at any rate. He's getting the fuck outta here.
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In the instant it takes Greg to get back to his feet, he can already feel it's too late. In his disorientation, his fear and his weakness, there's nothing he can do to stop Lesedi's throes of desperate power from latching onto Steven and Garnet again.
But they've hurt her. She can't hold onto them long like this, can they? This is--it's going to work out. Sick, hopeless fear pools in Greg's gut, and he struggles to see past it. They're so close. They're going to figure this out, fear and pain and misery or no.
"If every pork chop were perfect, we wouldn't have hot dogs."