AND FINALLY...

[veritarossa.livejournal.com]

Heavy hearts and unshed tears seemed to follow them as they walked the dark path behind the tree. Three trials they faced, now they marched to meet the Witch.

The scenery changed, not unlike the other two times. A splendid rose garden grew under their feet, the dark sky showed no stars and no moon. A thunder roared, the wind greeted them as they faced each other once again.

Those who entered the trials looked tired and hurt as the walked to the center of the garden, where a sole crystal table stood. Behind it, and leaving her cup of tea, was Beatrice, the Endless Witch, smirking widely as she saw them arrive.

"Not bad, not bad..."

With and elegant move she took out her pipe, and pointed at Apollo. "She forced you to kill her, didn't she?", a chuckle, as she pointed at Firion. "You had to lie to yourself about your friend, even as he died in your arms".

She took a long smoke, before pointing at Yuan. "And you must have experience killing your old lover! At least you did it cleanly this second time!", Beatrice laughed loudly, and pointed at Django. "Was your father a hard opponent? I see denial shields you from what you don't like..."

Beatrice stood up, the tea cup and the table disappearing. "You killed an innocent girl just to see if you could fly again. So heartless of you", she chuckled, pointing at Evan. "You all were very entertaining. It did help to cure my boredom a little! But things must end for them to start again, and your las trial is here... They shall lose everything for only one to gain everything in return"

"I wonder.. who of you will it be? After killing your own hearts, killing a bunch of strangers shouldn't be difficult at all, should it? Only one of you will prevail to see the sun tomorrow..."

Her loud cackles boomed alongside a thunder, as rain started to fall. The Witch moved her hand and a gigantic steel cage fell on them. It was the last game...

Beatrice smirked, her face illuminated briefly by lightning.

Comments

[wantmybrainback.livejournal.com]

[Chuuuuuuuuckles.] This is awkward.

[foreverourdream.livejournal.com]

She got away!

[He turned to see the others.]

Do not fear. Everything is going to be fine as long as we believe in each other.

[wantmybrainback.livejournal.com]

Then we are done for.

[foreverourdream.livejournal.com]

Why do you think that, Evan?

[wantmybrainback.livejournal.com]

Well, she knows how to play this game.

So either we kill each other and she wins, we do nothing and she wins but in a more boring way, or we spend a long while looking for a third option with varied results that cannot be good either.

[foreverourdream.livejournal.com]

There must be a way to find an answer! Do not lost hope!

[gundelsol.livejournal.com]

[E-eyes Apollo, have a worried repressed cowboy.]

[define-justice.livejournal.com]

[He's not here, looking at the ground, hugging himself.]

[gundelsol.livejournal.com]

[He... Wishes he could do something to help other than stare...

He really does, but he could never deal with his own problem, much less someone else's...]

I'll... take care of you, ok? [He had kind of failed to do that when they came in, but he wouldn't now.

Not while he still breathed.]

[define-justice.livejournal.com]

[Trucy... he...]

She smiled...

[gundelsol.livejournal.com]

She wanted you to live.

[Pauses...] If you die here, then her effort will be for nothing.

[mapingthewinds.livejournal.com]

[De pie en su rincón particular de la jaula, el rostro vuelto hacia afuera, ojos cerrados. Con una mano sujeta la reja se sume en sus pensamientos.

Toma largas bocanadas de aire recordando a Shotaro destrozado, a Sein volviendo a pasar por esa muerte horrenda...

Nada de eso sería en vano.

Lo había decidido, si ya había llegado hasta ahí, lo llevaría hasta el final, no tenía ya nada que perder. Lo sentía por Apollo, que no era una mala persona y no merecía eso... Sería rápido con él, ni siquiera lo sentiría.

Los demás, ni siquiera le importaba. Ya lo único que deseaba era salir de ahí, no solo vivo, sino como el vencedor del estúpido juego, así al menos no se sentiría tan mal consigo mismo]

so here it goes <3

[mapingthewinds.livejournal.com]

[El siguiente movimiento fue rápido. Se giró hacia Apollo, que no estaba demasiado lejos de él, y llamando al viento, lanzó un certero ataque contra el distraído abogado, lanzándolo con mucha fuerza contra la reja]

¡Basta ya de tonterías y acabemos esto de una vez!

AHI VA MI ESPAÑOL que bueno que solo es un tag |D

[define-justice.livejournal.com]

[No alcanzó ni siquiera a voltear, la ráfaga hace que se estrelle de espaldas a la reja metálica...

El mundo se oscureció para él.]

Ah... Yuan, tienes un comment para irte al diablo? |D

[gundelsol.livejournal.com]

[Por unos segundos no supo como reaccionar.

Después de todo esto, después de el camino, la muerte, todo...

Django se puso de pie de donde aún estaba cuando había hablado con Apollo apenas segundos atrás, y giró para ver de donde provenía el ataque. Su mano se acercó a la Gun del Sol, pero se detuvo antes de desenfundarla.

Un mago.]

¿Por qué?

[Podía sentir el control escapándose entre sus dedos. Solo deseaba que al menos la respuesta fuera suficiente para calmarlo.]

Como te explico? |D

[mapingthewinds.livejournal.com]

[Lo enfrentó con toda la determinación de la que era capaz en ese momento, luchando por que no se notara el temblor en sus manos.

Se repetía constantemente a si mismo que no había otra opción, que era necesario terminarlo de una vez... Era la única forma en que conseguía apagar la voz en su cabeza gritándole que se detuviera]

Porque esto ya duró demasiado, y si nadie va a terminarlo, entonces lo haré yo.

[wantmybrainback.livejournal.com]

Oh well...

With those two fighting, everyone's focus had shifted. That was good.

Evan walked to the side of the cage closest to Beatrice and gave her a smile. "They are getting busy already..."

[veritarossa.livejournal.com]

[Arms crossed, watching. Just moves her eyes to see Evan.]

[wantmybrainback.livejournal.com]

[He has a little smile, he's certainly not enjoying this, but he realizes that right now there isn't much to be done.]

Before I get killed by someone in this crazy cage, can I ask you a question, miss Beatrice?

[veritarossa.livejournal.com]

You want an answer for your early grave?

[wantmybrainback.livejournal.com]

Dying with unanswered questions only creates silly ghosts.

PROSE THEN ACTION Y/N

[veritarossa.livejournal.com]

The cage dissolved into thousands of golden butterflies which were switfly carried away by the wind that now blew from nowhere.

She was tired of this game. They had to fall, no matter how.

Beatrice's hair and dress moved with the wind as she let out a shrieking laughter.

"Such a group of incompetent idiots I had to choose! Stupid enough for not knowing death would have been your release from this place! WHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

She flicked her pipe and three stone golems rose from the ground. "Destroy them! I want nothing left of these useless morons, nothing at all!"

KSNKFLSD

[foreverourdream.livejournal.com]

A battle. Against her. She was the one behind this, he could protect them. This was not revenge for the fallen ones. No, it was to prevent other people fall in her tricks. He was born in War and he had a dream to stop it.

The cage was gone, and Firion didn't hesisate at all in moving to attack one of the golems. He was going to protect all of them at any cost.

"There is no meaning in strenght only used to hurt others." His weapons floated with his will power against the golem, only as a decoy for Firion to run up to be in a melee fighting between them. "I will not let you get away of this!"

Oh, Firionpants <3

[gundelsol.livejournal.com]

Fights.

He could totally deal with fights, he liked fights against things that looked golem-y, or people who behaved asshole-ly and that required absolutely no dark powers, no raging, and best of all, no thinking.

Django wasn't up for thinking right now. Oh no. Better to just shoot the hell out of those golems. Then there was the witch, or something.

They could kick that witch too.


So, he gave some steps ahead, putting himself somewhere between Firion and the rest of the group and got ready. The weight of the gun was strangely comfortable in his hand as he started shooting one of the enemies.

Ok, maybe he had missed this a little.

[wantmybrainback.livejournal.com]

So, Evan was pretty pissed about not being allowed first comment. But vengeance against the writer would come later.

Fighting to the right, fighting to the left... Wind themed asshole, another asshole who clearly wouldn't fight a little further to the right, dead lawyer (well, not really dead, but might as well be if the fighting guys lost) and of course, Evan.

What the hell was Evan supposed to do?
He had his fun, he... Got to understand more about this miss Beatrice than he thought he would, and then he had been put in a cage with a bunch of psychos. No ill intentions on that qualification, as he was a bit of a psycho himself lately, but still...

The cage was out now, but fighting? Evan could barely survive his morning exercise routine.

He should've asked for superpowers outside of the net when he got his wish.

Oh well, he kinda liked how having a full brain felt, even if it was weird as hell. At any rate, he should start by getting the dead lawyer out of the fighting area; he looked like a nice guy and there was no need for him to be stepped on when there was still chances to survive.

After that he'd see. Evan was a patient guy when he wanted to.