[ it's a little funny, because as the narration continues, he can count down as its reaches its eventual conclusion. it's almost like they really are just being forced to keep pace to it, unable to escape the forever looming tick of the clock.
ryo looks down at scaramouche's limp form and there's a feeling that hits him, one that's foreign enough that he can't quite grasp what it is. but it makes his mouth curl into a smile. ]
It really is a shame. This place is going to be a lot more annoying to deal with now.
[ akira's voice continues the tale, laced with something that could maybe be disappointment as it speaks, but no matter how powerful the creation has become, at the end of the day, it is only a thing that was abandoned by its god. and as long as it is consumed by this rage, it will never be saved by what it wants-- love.
he holds his hand out, and another beam of shadow erupts from his palm and strikes down at scaaramouche. ]
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ryo looks down at scaramouche's limp form and there's a feeling that hits him, one that's foreign enough that he can't quite grasp what it is. but it makes his mouth curl into a smile. ]
It really is a shame. This place is going to be a lot more annoying to deal with now.
[ akira's voice continues the tale, laced with something that could maybe be disappointment as it speaks, but no matter how powerful the creation has become, at the end of the day, it is only a thing that was abandoned by its god. and as long as it is consumed by this rage, it will never be saved by what it wants-- love.
he holds his hand out, and another beam of shadow erupts from his palm and strikes down at scaaramouche. ]