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bizarronia2010-12-12 11:44 pm
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Last event post!! <3
It was almost over...
The last part of the game, and the last part of his plan. A plan he had never spoken aloud, a plan he hadn't really thought much of... A plan much bigger than some stupid game, or some stupid humans.
Maybe others weren't conscious of how far the control the Messengers had on them went, but the puppet master could feel each small tug of his own strings.
Today, he started playing a different game.
It was all about his last traitor, his last card in the game, the last movement in this mad game... Ratatosk chuckled as the group arrived to the last floor. He gave a long lingering look in Her direction... He knew his goddess' eyes could easily reach this place.
It had been a while since he had felt something like this.
"Welcome... Are you all prepared for our last fight?"
The last part of the game, and the last part of his plan. A plan he had never spoken aloud, a plan he hadn't really thought much of... A plan much bigger than some stupid game, or some stupid humans.
Maybe others weren't conscious of how far the control the Messengers had on them went, but the puppet master could feel each small tug of his own strings.
Today, he started playing a different game.
It was all about his last traitor, his last card in the game, the last movement in this mad game... Ratatosk chuckled as the group arrived to the last floor. He gave a long lingering look in Her direction... He knew his goddess' eyes could easily reach this place.
It had been a while since he had felt something like this.
"Welcome... Are you all prepared for our last fight?"
1/?
Below them the Messengers decide who plays the game. There are three of them, one for Order, one for Chaos and one for Destiny.
Below them, us Observers. We are the ones that play games, the ones that bring the Messengers' wills to the world.
Below them, the Branded. They are just barely aware of what happens in this world, yet they keep it moving.
Below them, the Pawns.
2/?
I will play the game too, not among the lowly, but among the highest powers.
The road has been set, may those who walk it find Freedom.
[Oh, cue the evil laughter.]
3/?*se divierte*
Ratatosk, of the Demon Clan.
4/?
If their strings are cut, if nobody moves it and yet the marionette moves, then it has gone beyond a puppet.
So I will cut my strings, with the only tool that can cut them.
[Gestures towards the door, which opens on its own.] Come, vampire hunter.
5/?
6/?
Cut the strings.
7/?
8/8
Will you all dare to cut your strings when the time comes?
[Chuckles.]
The game is over.
[And he fades, bye bye.]