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- [22:26] Doing his usual shuffle through the Messaris markets and then to the south of the city, Robin would see an odd flame emitting off in the distance, though that feeling and hue was all too familiar as the Exarch would kick into gear appearing off at the scene with a flash of light with his blade already drawn.
- He'd not seen this particular Demon fight.. but he knew of the man all too well.
- Holly... Erika, Galynn. All had fallen to him in battle with the former-most losing her life to the damned beast. An intensity overtook the swordsman's features now as he simply eased into his stance, words were for those that they could reach... anyways.
- "I know o' ya well...
- The one tha' took a good friend o' mine. An' one I've been itchin' to get my hands on. I'd normally offer ya a ways to leave... But after what you've done..?
- Irredeemable ain't seem to cut it, but I sure will." The man's form would begin to emit more and more light, pulsing and coalescing in on his person before he'd appear immediately with his celestial claymore searing with the lining of the stars above themselves.
- He'd fight though if there were those before him swinging they'd probably get a few shots before the Exarch joined, but he was more than ready.... Ready to rectify a deed unpunished.
- For Robin?
- This wasn't a mercy.. not the norm. It was most certain and unbridled justice in the form of a pure light careening -right- for Versail here and now.
- (Robin lux Queen)
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- [22:32] Surprises was something the demon seemed to embrace more often than he'd like, though to say that the soul itself did not sing in the face of adversity would certainly be a lie. A much more appealing scent takes to the stage with little regard to that which he faced, and of course the serpent wouldn't have it any other way.
- It lifts a hand, occult brimming alike the demonic energies which threatened to swirl, and surround those whom were of a far lesser capability, and just alike the chattering arm which once rested upon his side, that very same energy pulled upon the beings of those present.
- It emulated the hunger of the serpent's once cursed arm all too well, promising not but to feast upon the essence of those whom would find themselves unable to keep the sting of its flame, and occult from tearing into them.
- "It doess- not need mercy from the likes of a mere human. Especially not from the batch, which only knowss- the path to hell's fire."
- As Robin approached, he'd feel the heat of unstable flames consuming the area, the serpent's flickering brilliance being the only sign that'd come before a resounding 'boom'!
- (Versail)
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- [22:32] Sienne says, "..."
- [22:32] Teodor Hargrave asks, "What's this?"
- [22:32] Sienne says, "Oh, Kraus have mercy."
- [22:33] Sienne says, "Kraus have mercy..."
- [22:36] ** Robin lux Queen has inflicted an injury upon Versail. ("Temporary Injury", "Temporary Injury", "Temporary", "Duration: Medium (4 days)") **
- [22:38] Sienne whispers something.
- [22:38] Sienne whispers something.
- [22:38] Sienne says, "Hello, Seneca."
- [22:38] Sienne says, "What is this."
- [22:39] Seneca says, "A demon hunting the frindges. Exarch Queen has just finished battling with the fiend. Casting them down in the process."
- [22:40] Sienne whispers something.
- [22:40] Faust continues speaking.
- "I'm sitting there thinking to myself if I should accept this foreign merchants deal or not, and he offers me three pigs for my piano. Naturally, I grow rather concerned." He vaguely gestures to nothingness, not at all noticing the gaggle of demons in the distance.
- "Livestock are quite the investment, and I lack the patience to care for them in great detail. Particularly pigs. I don't produce enough food-wastes to properly feed them." He idles on into nothingness.
- "I'm consider for a moment, perhaps opening a restaurant to manage the sheer waste food production, but I decide perhaps now is not the time. I lacked the coin at the time you see, I had just left the scholarly academy."
- He rambles on continuing.
- "Needless to say, the entire interaction was dissatisfactory, and I was certainly not pleased about the whole thing."
- He then, about this time, looks to the scene unfolding before him.
- "Oh..." He comments, after briefly wondering why they had stopped.
- (Faust Monteil)
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- [22:40] Her eyebrows furrow lower as she bites the bottom of her lip. "Is that so..."
- Blue irises flicker between Robin and Versail.
- (Sienne)
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- [22:41] Sienne says, "Oh, indeed..."
- [22:42] Seneca blinked, he didn't know a lot about capitalism or bartering but it sounded like Faust did.
- (Seneca)
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- [22:49] Sienne whispers something.
- [22:50] Gloved fingers slide into place atop the pommel of the blade strapped to her hip whilst her gaze anxiously assesses the situation. Versail was the primary recipient of her tense concentrations.
- If she dug into her lip anymore, it would bleed. The rhythm of her heart faltered and quickened in tandem with the knot coiling in her stomach.
- (Sienne)
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- [22:52] Seneca whispers something.
- [22:53] Shining..
- The blade that the Order member would wield became a beacon within his hands. The pain of loss hot in the back of his mind.
- Jasper.
- "If ya thought tha' comin' here... bein' summoned from the depths o' our nightmares.. somehow gave ya the means to beat us down.. make these good people live in fear under your damned corrupt talons!!----"
- Ravan.
- A crippling blow through the wildfire of explosive and corruptive energy would find Versail regardless of where he went in the forest. As a searchlight finds and absolves those in the dark so too did the Queen find his opponent for blows that felt they were meant for a mountain rather than a person.
- "Know this.. an' this only.." his voice continued, resonating with the struggles of this fight.
- Nemein.
- The blast would push him back, but Robin would not... could not fail here, the people had lost so much faith in those that were pillars for them.. they felt that with it all crumpling there was all but nothing left, but that was then, and this was his time to show what he meant by bringing change.
- Holly.
- The finisher...
- "It was never..... It won't... --EVER!!!"
- Undulating, and finding an weakness in the snake's guard, did the decorated veteran know he could end this all with his undying momentum, flashes of times much less dreary, of chats, smiles, frowns, feelings and sensations that were so long gone.. that shine that was so distant that he had to reignite.. that he couldn't let go to all of this pitch black chaos that was befalling them.
- A mighty CRASH would resound through the woods as Robin found not only his second, third, and fourth wind but also the resolves of each and every single person his light touched.
- They wouldn't be left behind....
- They would -not- be left in the ground.
- They were right here, gleaming along with him as what looked like a veil of light wrapped and hummed vibrantly along his blade, stretching far beyond the clouds and into the sky, something that could be seen for miles away blinding and all encompassing to all those here before....
- It fell--
- And so too did Versail despite his truly monstrous strength. He'd find him self careening, crashing, and plummeting off into the distance, slamming through tree, hill, and plateau alike.. away from the re-growing light of Osrona.
- "Be......enough."
- (Robin lux Queen)
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- [23:01] Her body angles towards the merchant, a soft voice weakly trailing from her throat. "I'm going to vomit, Faust."
- (Sienne)
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- [23:02] Teodor pays more attention to the fight ending right before them, as opposed to whatever Sienne and Faust were going on about.
- He glares briefly at Sienne, like she's rudely interrupting something.
- (Teodor Hargrave)
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- [23:04] Faust remains placid, emotions were clearly running a bit high, for many present. He doesn't speak, merely pulls forth a flask with dozens of sygaldric markings all about it's form.
- He taps it twice on the buckle of his cloak and it illuminates quickly then goes dark. He would offer this to her wordlessly whilst patting her back.
- It was the least he could do, at any rate.
- (Faust Monteil)
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- [23:10] A resilient soul is all that it seeks, and as such it proves to be the answer to the ever imposing boredom that sunk its way into the scaled one's psyche. The means to adapt is but entertainment to the serpent, its hardned hide having usually proved to serve as the defining trait that'd give it the time it desired.
- Though the man's speed is a proper counter, one that'd warrant its endurance, and ever vicious energies would prove to be child's play before one that could easily dip, and weave beyond its reach to strike at the wielder.
- "The means.. Persist." It hisses, scales cracked beneath the blow of the holy magi's weapon. Blood swells from its open wounds, and yet the demon stood, weighted breaths visibly detailing its exhaustion.
- "The soul, it ss- Sings from its peaks. It cannot fail." Brows furrow, and its many teeth push into the flesh of its cheeks to draw upon its own crimson. Frustration surfaces, and the flames grow ever hotter... Yet it appeared Robin would not concede.
- The cosmos imbues him with an even greater strength than the serpent initially surmised, yet perhaps such was what warranted it'd been granted a lucky out when it'd been sent careening into the deep woods. It was defeated, though not unhappily so.
- Elation, it is just as loud as the hunger which swells within the serpent's gut. Victory had not been granted within the day, and such a sweet tone had only been dampened in the slightest. The promises it'd made had been broken, though today had bestowed it with the hunger it'd had long since lost in its many endeavors prior.
- The quiet, which persists after its departure is only broken by the telepathic whispers which reach none other than Robin upon its departure.
- "This brimming cosmos, how fun it will be to see it once more."
- Versail, was not but eager, and it was likelythe serpent would remain so for the clashes to come.
- (Versail)
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