[ A bit late in on after he's kind of condensed things: ]
So what do we know. We know the entire town is frozen in time. The police department, school, town, everywhere. Even Blue.
We also know the Cabeswater forest has been slower to respond lately. These things, I think, might be connected.
[ He closes his eyes. ]
The door was opened, and a demon was set loose. There was blood spilled, I don't know when -- but spilling blood on a ley line can cause dark things to happen. That is the "third sleeper", the "unmaker", the woods were trying to tell us yesterday.
We need to stop this demon. We need to save the lines.
at some point while he's talking over his fidnings, yves is going to peer around him to try to look at his notes and make heads or tails of it. he leans his head affectionately against marcoh's arm
and then he takes a step back to raise his sword to try and slice marcoh in two from the back
[ Well that's kind of the price of being AU'd into a nerd I guess, usually he would not be thinking this hard. Thinking too much actually he's too in his head to expect that Yves is going to choose violence on him.
i'm so sorry marcoh yves just laughs in his friendly little way before kicking him swiftly and then trying to stab his sword through his right hand from the back. ]
I think that unmaking things is the right call. Shouldn't we just throw in the towel then?
[ Slash me once shame on you, slash me twice, well. His fighting instincts kick in with a flash with the rush of adrenaline and pain, not before he gets a hard kick. Disorienting enough to make him fall, dropping his notes, open on a page -- a single sentence in black pen with nothing else around it, almost like a permanent reminder. 'You will live when you should not.'
But that's not important right now because he jerks his hand back, trying to sit back upright as fast as possible, get back his leverage. ]
[ yves jumps back, instinct and memory swirling in his thoughts. though when he does, his head jerks back in an unnatural way. like a puppet that doesn't have full control of its body, pulled on invisible strings.
and then he rights himself, holding out his sword to point it directly at marcoh ]
Everything needs to be destroyed, Marcoh. You'll get it. You'll thank me.
[ ...Not good. The step back gives him enough time to grab onto a. Fucking something I don't understand the layout of this warehouse. But it's enough for him to get up, even as blood pours and stains his nice sweater, dripping to the ground. ]
Stubborn as always! Then you'll have to be destroyed without salvation.
[ light, teasing, slightly discordant
and he's quick to rush in again, swift, and sword poised for another stab—you can pick where you want it lowe, take your injuries where you place or dodge or parry do what you want ]
[ He gets into the stance almost like it's second nature -- boxing, a sport he's never taken in this life. Wonder where this comes from? And he looks at the things reflected in the sword, faint memory. He'd specifically trained like this with someone, even. Trade away that lame bokken, practice with the real sword. He needs to know everything he can to protect who he wants to the most.
This isn't Yves.
Salvation. He knows he lost his ticket a while ago. But nobody else needs to go down with him. ]
Destroy me all you like, but you are not hurting them!
[ Going in with a straight fucking hook, sometimes you just fisticuffs a ghost. He can get a stab direct to the shoulder but he just takes it like the damn adrenaline-fueled tank he is. ]
[ you do just fisticuffs a ghost. and marcoh does take a direct stab to the shoulder. the punch connects and yves staggers from the sheer force of it. his head turns the full 360 degrees—you've never seen yves's head do that, even as a ghost. weird.
but he doesn't feel pain.
so he doesn't stop. he even has the nerve to sound bewildered. ]
I'm trying to save you, even if it means destroying you.
[ because he's the hero even when he doesn't want to be the hero. he's the hero who's always had to be sacrificed first in life after life—what?—but this time the hero's duty is to destroy everything. he's done that too, admittedly not in this order. not starting with his friends. but he does it.
he twists the sword in marcoh's shoulder. and then tries to stab him again. ]
[ Ay that fuckin' smarts bud, a sharp grimace at the twist of blade, the slice as it pulls out to stab again, but he's ready for you.
He doesn't get why, doesn't get what Yves is talking about, but he knows the last thing he'd ever want to do is hurt his friends. He'd sooner get torn to shreds himself than let that happen. So he knows something is wrong, and Alll-mer forbid he's going to let him deal with it alone. He treats the second stab like a swing on its own, bobbing and weaving around it to try to get close to Yves, use his height to his advantage to just grab him, make him drop the sword, something. ]
[ in the end, yves is fast and he's nimble and he's a freak—but pure strength overwhelms him. he tries to dodge out of reach but marcoh's persistent and marcoh might have to endure a cut as he tries to angle the sword to regain distance—
but it's not quit enough. he's grabbed and just like
pouts about it ]
Manhandling a ghost isn't very fair.
[ but he doesn't want to drop his sword. he pauses briefly, like he's trying to make a decision of what to sacrifice. ]
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holyspirits) wrote2025-03-02 05:10 pm
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So what do we know. We know the entire town is frozen in time. The police department, school, town, everywhere. Even Blue.
We also know the Cabeswater forest has been slower to respond lately. These things, I think, might be connected.
[ He closes his eyes. ]
The door was opened, and a demon was set loose. There was blood spilled, I don't know when -- but spilling blood on a ley line can cause dark things to happen. That is the "third sleeper", the "unmaker", the woods were trying to tell us yesterday.
We need to stop this demon. We need to save the lines.
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at some point while he's talking over his fidnings, yves is going to peer around him to try to look at his notes and make heads or tails of it. he leans his head affectionately against marcoh's arm
and then he takes a step back to raise his sword to try and slice marcoh in two from the back
cheerfully: ]
Good luck!
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So
I mean
I GUESS? ]
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okay!
so he'll just take it!
i'm so sorry marcoh yves just laughs in his friendly little way before kicking him swiftly and then trying to stab his sword through his right hand from the back. ]
I think that unmaking things is the right call. Shouldn't we just throw in the towel then?
All of this is a lie, after all.
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But that's not important right now because he jerks his hand back, trying to sit back upright as fast as possible, get back his leverage. ]
-- Yves! What is the meaning of this!
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and then he rights himself, holding out his sword to point it directly at marcoh ]
Everything needs to be destroyed, Marcoh. You'll get it. You'll thank me.
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No, I don't. And no, I won't.
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[ light, teasing, slightly discordant
and he's quick to rush in again, swift, and sword poised for another stab—you can pick where you want it lowe, take your injuries where you place or dodge or parry do what you want ]
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This isn't Yves.
Salvation. He knows he lost his ticket a while ago. But nobody else needs to go down with him. ]
Destroy me all you like, but you are not hurting them!
[ Going in with a straight fucking hook, sometimes you just fisticuffs a ghost. He can get a stab direct to the shoulder but he just takes it like the damn adrenaline-fueled tank he is. ]
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but he doesn't feel pain.
so he doesn't stop. he even has the nerve to sound bewildered. ]
I'm trying to save you, even if it means destroying you.
[ because he's the hero even when he doesn't want to be the hero. he's the hero who's always had to be sacrificed first in life after life—what?—but this time the hero's duty is to destroy everything. he's done that too, admittedly not in this order. not starting with his friends. but he does it.
he twists the sword in marcoh's shoulder. and then tries to stab him again. ]
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He doesn't get why, doesn't get what Yves is talking about, but he knows the last thing he'd ever want to do is hurt his friends. He'd sooner get torn to shreds himself than let that happen. So he knows something is wrong, and Alll-mer forbid he's going to let him deal with it alone. He treats the second stab like a swing on its own, bobbing and weaving around it to try to get close to Yves, use his height to his advantage to just grab him, make him drop the sword, something. ]
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but it's not quit enough. he's grabbed and just like
pouts about it ]
Manhandling a ghost isn't very fair.
[ but he doesn't want to drop his sword. he pauses briefly, like he's trying to make a decision of what to sacrifice. ]
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Too bad.
[ CAP HIS ASS JIAOQIU!!! ]