The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

56 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

when both you and @NameIess can properly rp, imma end this fight

I have a write up too 

Malan yelled, grabbing her and throwing her with inhuman strength across the clearing.

where is Bat?

 

Gimme a bunch of minutes my brother’s being an annoying lil scud 

35 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

"Huh. I guess that makes sense . . . sounds kinda boring, though."

“Nah.”

[TwinStorm He/Him]

4 minutes ago, Halcyon The Only said:

Gimme a bunch of minutes my brother’s being an annoying lil scud 

“Nah.”

as they are 

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

4 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

as they are 

OK IM HERE CON MI HERMANITO

ANYWAY

Bat, being a sneaky lil scud, snuck around and tried to cut Malan with the Notblade while Rose rushed him from the other side. She'd hardly paused after falling like that. 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

12 minutes ago, Halcyon The Only said:

Gimme a bunch of minutes my brother’s being an annoying lil scud 

“Nah.”

HELLO BROTHER

does that make your brothers my adopted sons

He shrugged. "To each his own, I guess."

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

16 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

HELLO BROTHER

does that make your brothers my adopted sons

He shrugged. "To each his own, I guess."

"Uh- huh. It does. Hi." 

"They're cute, though. You should see. They're very cute."

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, Halcyon The Only said:

"Uh- huh. It does. Hi." 

"They're cute, though. You should see. They're very cute."

HEY THERE

YOU HAVE A CRAZY SOUTHERN MOTHER, NOW

A-HYUK :D:D

He shrugged again.

"How deep is this chasm?"

[TwinStorm He/Him]

34 minutes ago, Halcyon The Only said:

OK IM HERE CON MI HERMANITO

ANYWAY

Bat, being a sneaky lil scud, snuck around and tried to cut Malan with the Notblade while Rose rushed him from the other side. She'd hardly paused after falling like that. 

Malan turned just before the blade cut him, parrying it with his own sword. He made a force field around him and Bat, keeping Rose out.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

10 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

HEY THERE

YOU HAVE A CRAZY SOUTHERN MOTHER, NOW

A-HYUK :D:D

He shrugged again.

"How deep is this chasm?"

"Now I have four mothers!"

idk where he got the other two and i'm not gonna ask

by chance do you have an accent? 

"Only about fifty feet where I found you. Here it's closer to seventy," the woman said over her shoulder. 

The chasms were widening considerably. 

1 minute ago, TwinStorm said:

Malan turned just before the blade cut him, parrying it with his own sword. He made a force field around him and Bat, keeping Rose out.

Bat yelped, clutching the blade with both hands. "W-- we don't wanna hurt you," he stammered. 

Malan's wound pulsed painfully. 

[TwinStorm He/Him]

1 minute ago, Halcyon The Only said:

"Now I have four mothers!"

idk where he got the other two and i'm not gonna ask

by chance do you have an accent? 

"Only about fifty feet where I found you. Here it's closer to seventy," the woman said over her shoulder. 

The chasms were widening considerably. 

Bat yelped, clutching the blade with both hands. "W-- we don't wanna hurt you," he stammered. 

Malan's wound pulsed painfully. 

Malan smiled. "Well I do." he said, raising the sword. 

Cricket meanwhile, had arrived at the shield and Enulled it. He sighed. Every time he Enulled in the shield, he lost a lot of strength. He leapt through, hurling his knife at Malan, who deflected it, and sent a blast of energy at him.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 minute ago, Halcyon The Only said:

"Now I have four mothers!"

idk where he got the other two and i'm not gonna ask

by chance do you have an accent? 

"Only about fifty feet where I found you. Here it's closer to seventy," the woman said over her shoulder. 

The chasms were widening considerably. 

. . . did you just ask that -__-

it's okay you're my child and I love you so you're forgiven

. . .

anyway

I DO WHEN I'M ANGRY and/or tired. It's wild when I'm both and I hope you never have to go through that 

Otherwise, no.

"Oh." He peaked over the edge. "Okay."

[TwinStorm He/Him]

Just now, Through The Living Glass said:

. . . did you just ask that -__-

it's okay you're my child and I love you so you're forgiven

. . .

anyway

I DO WHEN I'M ANGRY and/or tired. It's wild when I'm both and I hope you never have to go through that 

Otherwise, no.

"Oh." He peaked over the edge. "Okay."

this is awesome

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

1 minute ago, TwinStorm said:

Malan smiled. "Well I do." he said, raising the sword. 

Cricket meanwhile, had arrived at the shield and Enulled it. He sighed. Every time he Enulled in the shield, he lost a lot of strength. He leapt through, hurling his knife at Malan, who deflected it, and sent a blast of energy at him.

Bat clutched the Notblade harder. 

"CRICKET," he cried, feeling incredibly glad. He pulled a dagger out of his pocket, but hesitated. would it do the... the thing? 

He... was scared to hurt Malan. 

That's stupid! 

But he still... didn't wanna do it. 

2 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

. . . did you just ask that -__-

it's okay you're my child and I love you so you're forgiven

. . .

anyway

I DO WHEN I'M ANGRY and/or tired. It's wild when I'm both and I hope you never have to go through that 

Otherwise, no.

"Oh." He peaked over the edge. "Okay."

I HAD TO KNOW 

THANK YOU FOR FORGIVING ME 

They arrived at a more well- established staircase down into the chasms. The woman stepped down them without hesitation. 

[TwinStorm He/Him]

1 minute ago, Halcyon The Only said:

Bat clutched the Notblade harder. 

"CRICKET," he cried, feeling incredibly glad. He pulled a dagger out of his pocket, but hesitated. would it do the... the thing? 

He... was scared to hurt Malan. 

That's stupid! 

But he still... didn't wanna do it. 

I HAD TO KNOW 

THANK YOU FOR FORGIVING ME 

They arrived at a more well- established staircase down into the chasms. The woman stepped down them without hesitation. 

Cricket cursed, getting to his feet, and running in front of Bat, pulling out his last dagger. Malan smiled at him. "Ready to die?" he said, and unleashed a storm of Enulling energy.

do you want to end it soon?

I have a writeup planned

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

2 minutes ago, Halcyon The Only said:

Bat clutched the Notblade harder. 

"CRICKET," he cried, feeling incredibly glad. He pulled a dagger out of his pocket, but hesitated. would it do the... the thing? 

He... was scared to hurt Malan. 

That's stupid! 

But he still... didn't wanna do it. 

I HAD TO KNOW 

THANK YOU FOR FORGIVING ME 

They arrived at a more well- established staircase down into the chasms. The woman stepped down them without hesitation. 

All is forgiven. 

Now tell your 

He followed.

"Why haven't . . . you moved on?" he asked the woman.

9 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

Cricket cursed, getting to his feet, and running in front of Bat, pulling out his last dagger. Malan smiled at him. "Ready to die?" he said, and unleashed a storm of Enulling energy.

do you want to end it soon?

I have a writeup planned

yes :D

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

2 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

Cricket cursed, getting to his feet, and running in front of Bat, pulling out his last dagger. Malan smiled at him. "Ready to die?" he said, and unleashed a storm of Enulling energy.

do you want to end it soon?

I have a writeup planned

I'm cool with whenever 

Bat fell, tumbling backwards. He pulled himself to his knees. A throbbing headache pounded at his temples. 

"Cricket?" He croaked. 

For hate of Iarax, pull yourself together! All you've been is a liability, and Cricket keeps getting hurt because because it. This isn't working. 

But what if he did something he couldn't take back? What if he.........

What if something happens because you can't take a risk? Something happens that you can't fix? 

Tam, for some reason, was the first thing he thought of. But not as he'd last seen her. He saw her in that snowbank, turning blue from the cold, skin like ice. 

He wouldn't let anything hurt her like that again.

--Or Cricket. 

His headache cleared and he stood. The knife leaped from his hand as if with a mind of its own, burying itself solidly in Malan's stomach. 

"Cricket? You okay?" 

Sorry I just need him to make some character progress with his powers

1 minute ago, Through The Living Glass said:

All is forgiven. 

Now tell your 

He followed.

"Why haven't . . . you moved on?" he asked the woman.

She shrugged, not looking back. "I've done some bad things. I don't think I'll like what's waiting for me."

tell my what

[TwinStorm He/Him]

Just now, Halcyon The Only said:

I'm cool with whenever 

Bat fell, tumbling backwards. He pulled himself to his knees. A throbbing headache pounded at his temples. 

"Cricket?" He croaked. 

For hate of Iarax, pull yourself together! All you've been is a liability, and Cricket keeps getting hurt because because it. This isn't working. 

But what if he did something he couldn't take back? What if he.........

What if something happens because you can't take a risk? Something happens that you can't fix? 

Tam, for some reason, was the first thing he thought of. But not as he'd last seen her. He saw her in that snowbank, turning blue from the cold, skin like ice. 

He wouldn't let anything hurt her like that again.

--Or Cricket. 

His headache cleared and he stood. The knife leaped from his hand as if with a mind of its own, burying itself solidly in Malan's stomach. 

"Cricket? You okay?" 

Sorry I just need him to make some character progress with his powers

She shrugged, not looking back. "I've done some bad things. I don't think I'll like what's waiting for me."

tell my what

gotchya

Malan staggered backwards, knife in his gut. He growled, and a wave of energy exploded in all directions from him, sending them all flying.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

5 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

gotchya

Malan staggered backwards, knife in his gut. He growled, and a wave of energy exploded in all directions from him, sending them all flying.

Bat stood back up no problemo and switched Illusions to his left hand, pulling out Pain with his right and leveling it at Malan. 

[TwinStorm He/Him]

Just now, Halcyon The Only said:

Bat stood back up no problemo and switched Illusions to his left hand, pulling out Pain with his right and leveling it at Malan. 

Malan grinned, and conjured a cage made of energy around him.

Cricket climbed unsteadily to his feet.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

5 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

Malan grinned, and conjured a cage made of energy around him.

Cricket climbed unsteadily to his feet.

Bat did his best to make the blade work. The Scribe or somebody had said that it could cause pain without having cut someone--- he just didn't know how that worked. 

[TwinStorm He/Him]

1 minute ago, Halcyon The Only said:

Bat did his best to make the blade work. The Scribe or somebody had said that it could cause pain without having cut someone--- he just didn't know how that worked. 

(spoilered for length)

Spoiler

Cricket staggered toward Malan slowly. He would not let him hurt his friends ever again. Malan smiled at him, and sent a blast of Enuller energy towards him, just as pain flared throughout his entire body. Across the field, pain erupted in Malan, but he Enulled it away quickly.

Cricket fell to the earth, wounds blazing. He groaned. He had failed. Again. Now everyone he loved was going to die. Tam, Bat, Rose… They were all dead. Because of him. No… no! Tam and Bat could not die! They were his friends and he would… They didn’t need him. What was his role then? Everything hurt. The lightning, his ribs, but even some older wounds. His eye, his shoulder, they ached. What was his role? To take the pain, came a small voice from deep inside him. He knew suffering, closely. He could fight. He could take a wound and not complain. That was what he did. So Tam and Bat didn’t have to suffer. He could protect them, by doing what they couldn’t.

He felt cool dirt between his fingers. Funny. Worlds could die, people could die, but some things remained constant. The battlefield changed, but some fundamental principles applied. The ground. He remembered feeling the cold snow beneath him as he fought Stone, but beneath that had been earth. When he had fought against the withergeists, he had fought on this earth. He knew what it felt like, he knew what it was. He knew this battlefield then, intimately. This was where he had fought a dozen different  battles here, and knew how it worked. He rose slowly to his feet, and though his entire body protested, he was determined.

Malan smiled, and punched him hard in the chest, sending him falling to the ground. No. He sighed, rising to his feet again, only to be sent staggering back down. 

Malan laughed. “Why do you keep on fighting, Chaisler? Give in.” he said. “It’s hopeless.”

Cricket clenched his fists, sheer determination overwhelming the pain. He climbed slowly to his feet. He knew this battlefield. It was the same as any other. He had won on fields like these. 

Malan grinned, sending another punch towards him. Then he froze. Cricket had caught his fist. He growled, ripping it out of his grip, and punching again, but Cricket dodged the blow. Malan cursed, sending blow after blow at him, but none landed. 

Cricket knew this battlefield, could feel it, and knew Malan’s moves before they came. This fight had a rhythm, almost, and Cricket danced to it, leaping back and forward occasionally sending back punches. 

Malan grew increasingly frustrated, sending blasts of energy towards Cricket, who blocked them, though it took all his strength. He needed to end this soon, or he would fall again.

Malan whipped out his pistol, aiming it at Cricket, but Cricket knocked it out of his hands, falling backwards into a defensive pose and pulling his knife out as he did so. 

Malan hissed, leaping towards Cricket, who slammed his knife into Malan’s chest. Malan froze, and an odd sort of expression appeared on his face as Cricket ripped the knife out of his chest. He fell backwards, and Cricket wasted no time on placing his boot on his chest.

“Pl–please.” Malan sighed. “I created you!”

“No.” Cricket said, readying the knife. “I am the son of my parents, Lord and Lady Chaisler who you murdered—”

“No!” Malan screamed. “You don’t understand, I needed to get your attention—”

Cricket ignored him and continued to speak. “I was chased across the Thread for ten years at your order, and fell in love with Telse Springwind, who you murdered. Since then, I swore an oath. To avenge her.”

“NO!” Malan screamed again, as Cricket pressed down against his ribs with his boot. “PLEASE! WHO— WHO ARE YOU?”

Cricket looked at him, still holding the knife. “Malan, I am the one thing you cannot kill. I am something you couldn’t destroy with a hundred years.”

“WHO?” Malan screamed.

Cricket gazed at him calmly. “I? I am your legacy. I am what you created. You would not die if it wasn’t for your own actions. You sealed your own fate. Malan, I am your legacy!” he roared, ramming his knife into Malan’s side. 

Malan roared in pain, as Cricket ripped it out, ramming it back in, before pulling it out once more, and walking a few feet away, dropping the knife. He climbed to his knees, panting. “Please…” he moaned piteously. “Don’t… let me live!”

Cricket looked at the gun on the ground before picking it up, examining it. For once in his life, he knew this was the right thing to do. This man would’ve killed Tam, Bat, Rose, and everyone without blinking an eye. He had killed Telse, and all of Welderan. In that moment, as Cricket turned, pointing the gun at Malan’s head, he knew peace. 

The bullet took Malan through the forehead, killing him. He crumpled to the ground, dead. 

Cricket sighed, turning away and dropping the gun. He had done it. He had avenged Telse, and protected everybody. He gave a sigh of satisfaction, and collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

@Through The Living Glass @NameIess

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

8 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

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Cricket staggered toward Malan slowly. He would not let him hurt his friends ever again. Malan smiled at him, and sent a blast of Enuller energy towards him, just as pain flared throughout his entire body. Across the field, pain erupted in Malan, but he Enulled it away quickly.

Cricket fell to the earth, wounds blazing. He groaned. He had failed. Again. Now everyone he loved was going to die. Tam, Bat, Rose… They were all dead. Because of him. No… no! Tam and Bat could not die! They were his friends and he would… They didn’t need him. What was his role then? Everything hurt. The lightning, his ribs, but even some older wounds. His eye, his shoulder, they ached. What was his role? To take the pain, came a small voice from deep inside him. He knew suffering, closely. He could fight. He could take a wound and not complain. That was what he did. So Tam and Bat didn’t have to suffer. He could protect them, by doing what they couldn’t.

He felt cool dirt between his fingers. Funny. Worlds could die, people could die, but some things remained constant. The battlefield changed, but some fundamental principles applied. The ground. He remembered feeling the cold snow beneath him as he fought Stone, but beneath that had been earth. When he had fought against the withergeists, he had fought on this earth. He knew what it felt like, he knew what it was. He knew this battlefield then, intimately. This was where he had fought a dozen different  battles here, and knew how it worked. He rose slowly to his feet, and though his entire body protested, he was determined.

Malan smiled, and punched him hard in the chest, sending him falling to the ground. No. He sighed, rising to his feet again, only to be sent staggering back down. 

Malan laughed. “Why do you keep on fighting, Chaisler? Give in.” he said. “It’s hopeless.”

Cricket clenched his fists, sheer determination overwhelming the pain. He climbed slowly to his feet. He knew this battlefield. It was the same as any other. He had won on fields like these. 

Malan grinned, sending another punch towards him. Then he froze. Cricket had caught his fist. He growled, ripping it out of his grip, and punching again, but Cricket dodged the blow. Malan cursed, sending blow after blow at him, but none landed. 

Cricket knew this battlefield, could feel it, and knew Malan’s moves before they came. This fight had a rhythm, almost, and Cricket danced to it, leaping back and forward occasionally sending back punches. 

Malan grew increasingly frustrated, sending blasts of energy towards Cricket, who blocked them, though it took all his strength. He needed to end this soon, or he would fall again.

Malan whipped out his pistol, aiming it at Cricket, but Cricket knocked it out of his hands, falling backwards into a defensive pose and pulling his knife out as he did so. 

Malan hissed, leaping towards Cricket, who slammed his knife into Malan’s chest. Malan froze, and an odd sort of expression appeared on his face as Cricket ripped the knife out of his chest. He fell backwards, and Cricket wasted no time on placing his boot on his chest.

“Pl–please.” Malan sighed. “I created you!”

“No.” Cricket said, readying the knife. “I am the son of my parents, Lord and Lady Chaisler who you murdered—”

“No!” Malan screamed. “You don’t understand, I needed to get your attention—”

Cricket ignored him and continued to speak. “I was chased across the Thread for ten years at your order, and fell in love with Telse Springwind, who you murdered. Since then, I swore an oath. To avenge her.”

“NO!” Malan screamed again, as Cricket pressed down against his ribs with his boot. “PLEASE! WHO— WHO ARE YOU?”

Cricket looked at him, still holding the knife. “Malan, I am the one thing you cannot kill. I am something you couldn’t destroy with a hundred years.”

“WHO?” Malan screamed.

Cricket gazed at him calmly. “I? I am your legacy. I am what you created. You would not die if it wasn’t for your own actions. You sealed your own fate. Malan, I am your legacy!” he roared, ramming his knife into Malan’s side. 

Malan roared in pain, as Cricket ripped it out, ramming it back in, before pulling it out once more, and walking a few feet away, dropping the knife. He climbed to his knees, panting. “Please…” he moaned piteously. “Don’t… let me live!”

Cricket looked at the gun on the ground before picking it up, examining it. For once in his life, he knew this was the right thing to do. This man would’ve killed Tam, Bat, Rose, and everyone without blinking an eye. He had killed Telse, and all of Welderan. In that moment, as Cricket turned, pointing the gun at Malan’s head, he knew peace. 

The bullet took Malan through the forehead, killing him. He crumpled to the ground, dead. 

Cricket sighed, turning away and dropping the gun. He had done it. He had avenged Telse, and protected everybody. He gave a sigh of satisfaction, and collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

@Through The Living Glass @NameIess

Bat stared, then staggered. He'd run out of something. Mental stability, maybe, or... or... 

He fell to his knees next to Cricket. "That was amazing," he whispered. 

"Save it for when he's conscious." Rose knelt by him, then reached out and rested her hand on his forehead, healing him. 

[TwinStorm He/Him]

15 minutes ago, Halcyon The Only said:

Bat stared, then staggered. He'd run out of something. Mental stability, maybe, or... or... 

He fell to his knees next to Cricket. "That was amazing," he whispered. 

"Save it for when he's conscious." Rose knelt by him, then reached out and rested her hand on his forehead, healing him. 

He opened his eyes, blearily. "Did... we win?" he sighed, rolling over.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

52 minutes ago, Halcyon The Only said:

I'm cool with whenever 

Bat fell, tumbling backwards. He pulled himself to his knees. A throbbing headache pounded at his temples. 

"Cricket?" He croaked. 

For hate of Iarax, pull yourself together! All you've been is a liability, and Cricket keeps getting hurt because because it. This isn't working. 

But what if he did something he couldn't take back? What if he.........

What if something happens because you can't take a risk? Something happens that you can't fix? 

Tam, for some reason, was the first thing he thought of. But not as he'd last seen her. He saw her in that snowbank, turning blue from the cold, skin like ice. 

He wouldn't let anything hurt her like that again.

--Or Cricket. 

His headache cleared and he stood. The knife leaped from his hand as if with a mind of its own, burying itself solidly in Malan's stomach. 

"Cricket? You okay?" 

Sorry I just need him to make some character progress with his powers

She shrugged, not looking back. "I've done some bad things. I don't think I'll like what's waiting for me."

tell my what

Awww

". . . Oh. You know what's waiting for you, then?"

uh tell your brother to never ask that 

30 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

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Cricket staggered toward Malan slowly. He would not let him hurt his friends ever again. Malan smiled at him, and sent a blast of Enuller energy towards him, just as pain flared throughout his entire body. Across the field, pain erupted in Malan, but he Enulled it away quickly.

Cricket fell to the earth, wounds blazing. He groaned. He had failed. Again. Now everyone he loved was going to die. Tam, Bat, Rose… They were all dead. Because of him. No… no! Tam and Bat could not die! They were his friends and he would… They didn’t need him. What was his role then? Everything hurt. The lightning, his ribs, but even some older wounds. His eye, his shoulder, they ached. What was his role? To take the pain, came a small voice from deep inside him. He knew suffering, closely. He could fight. He could take a wound and not complain. That was what he did. So Tam and Bat didn’t have to suffer. He could protect them, by doing what they couldn’t.

He felt cool dirt between his fingers. Funny. Worlds could die, people could die, but some things remained constant. The battlefield changed, but some fundamental principles applied. The ground. He remembered feeling the cold snow beneath him as he fought Stone, but beneath that had been earth. When he had fought against the withergeists, he had fought on this earth. He knew what it felt like, he knew what it was. He knew this battlefield then, intimately. This was where he had fought a dozen different  battles here, and knew how it worked. He rose slowly to his feet, and though his entire body protested, he was determined.

Malan smiled, and punched him hard in the chest, sending him falling to the ground. No. He sighed, rising to his feet again, only to be sent staggering back down. 

Malan laughed. “Why do you keep on fighting, Chaisler? Give in.” he said. “It’s hopeless.”

Cricket clenched his fists, sheer determination overwhelming the pain. He climbed slowly to his feet. He knew this battlefield. It was the same as any other. He had won on fields like these. 

Malan grinned, sending another punch towards him. Then he froze. Cricket had caught his fist. He growled, ripping it out of his grip, and punching again, but Cricket dodged the blow. Malan cursed, sending blow after blow at him, but none landed. 

Cricket knew this battlefield, could feel it, and knew Malan’s moves before they came. This fight had a rhythm, almost, and Cricket danced to it, leaping back and forward occasionally sending back punches. 

Malan grew increasingly frustrated, sending blasts of energy towards Cricket, who blocked them, though it took all his strength. He needed to end this soon, or he would fall again.

Malan whipped out his pistol, aiming it at Cricket, but Cricket knocked it out of his hands, falling backwards into a defensive pose and pulling his knife out as he did so. 

Malan hissed, leaping towards Cricket, who slammed his knife into Malan’s chest. Malan froze, and an odd sort of expression appeared on his face as Cricket ripped the knife out of his chest. He fell backwards, and Cricket wasted no time on placing his boot on his chest.

“Pl–please.” Malan sighed. “I created you!”

“No.” Cricket said, readying the knife. “I am the son of my parents, Lord and Lady Chaisler who you murdered—”

“No!” Malan screamed. “You don’t understand, I needed to get your attention—”

Cricket ignored him and continued to speak. “I was chased across the Thread for ten years at your order, and fell in love with Telse Springwind, who you murdered. Since then, I swore an oath. To avenge her.”

“NO!” Malan screamed again, as Cricket pressed down against his ribs with his boot. “PLEASE! WHO— WHO ARE YOU?”

Cricket looked at him, still holding the knife. “Malan, I am the one thing you cannot kill. I am something you couldn’t destroy with a hundred years.”

“WHO?” Malan screamed.

Cricket gazed at him calmly. “I? I am your legacy. I am what you created. You would not die if it wasn’t for your own actions. You sealed your own fate. Malan, I am your legacy!” he roared, ramming his knife into Malan’s side. 

Malan roared in pain, as Cricket ripped it out, ramming it back in, before pulling it out once more, and walking a few feet away, dropping the knife. He climbed to his knees, panting. “Please…” he moaned piteously. “Don’t… let me live!”

Cricket looked at the gun on the ground before picking it up, examining it. For once in his life, he knew this was the right thing to do. This man would’ve killed Tam, Bat, Rose, and everyone without blinking an eye. He had killed Telse, and all of Welderan. In that moment, as Cricket turned, pointing the gun at Malan’s head, he knew peace. 

The bullet took Malan through the forehead, killing him. He crumpled to the ground, dead. 

Cricket sighed, turning away and dropping the gun. He had done it. He had avenged Telse, and protected everybody. He gave a sigh of satisfaction, and collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

@Through The Living Glass @NameIess

YAY

*gets confetti*

*throws confetti*

*accidentally inhales confetti*

*COUGHCOUGH*

 

i'm fine

[TwinStorm He/Him]

1 minute ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Awww

". . . Oh. You know what's waiting for you, then?"

uh tell your brother to never ask that 

YAY

*gets confetti*

*throws confetti*

*accidentally inhales confetti*

*COUGHCOUGH*

 

i'm fine

YAY 

Edited January 26, 2025 by TwinStorm

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, TwinStorm said:

YAY 

YAY