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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/28/2017 11:10:00 PM
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[i]Rue would fall into silence, as she would sigh then. A slave servant would approach the two in their seats, bowing towards Rue and the disguised Traci before he spoke.[/i]
"My ladies - it is requested that both of you to report to Our Glorious, Sir Erandes."
"The pompous dictator of this shithole." [i]Rue muttered.[/i] "And why is that? Interested in a duel, is he?"
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Traci twirled the sword around a little as if just to put on a show before sliding it onto her back. She then jogged back to Rue, picking her up and carrying her swiftly to the exit for someone to heal her.
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"Liz.." [i]Rue murmured, blood loss and fatigue taking over her being. Roses flew upon the two from the stands, while field medics would meet the two and assist them.[/i] "...You're.. the empress, Liz. I.. I hope so, anyway."
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"Shhh. It's okay, Rue. Just heal up, Sis." Traci let the medics take care of her, remaining calm on the outside while she internally conflicted with herself.
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"Just heal up.." [i]Rue repeated, shaking her head as she was carried off.[/i] "You saved me.." [i]The crowds treated Traci as if she was some sort of god, that had came down to bless them with true leadership: leadership earned from bloodlust, that was. For a time, until she was officially declared an empress - or Rue was, it was Traci's choice and her choice alone - she held the palace for a time, which mostly consisted of her own room: a rather costly room, with a king-sized, crimson bed and several decorations of trophies and kills upon the walls.[/i] [i]When Rue returned, she came back without an arm, but looking better, at least.[/i] "I'm.. a cripple now, I presume. Temporarily, anyway. If I can manipulate the earth, I can create my own arm." [i]She sighed, sitting as she looked at Traci with a smile.[/i] "How does it feel? To be.. empress."
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Traci sat on the ground with crossed legs, taking deep breaths to try and calm herself down. Internally she was flipping out, having too many things remind her of WM. "I-It's...stressfull...hard to believe...."
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"I.. no, I can't handle it. Though it's.. your title, y'know? You can pass it over, I think, to another." [i]Rue murmured, sighing.[/i] "We still need to see the inside of that vault.. tomorrow?"
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"Now." Traci stood up, her large black sword still on her back as she made her way to the door. "I'm getting tired of all this..."
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"We don't have-" [i]In the distance, the tragic ringing of deep bells and booming horns began to interrupt Rue's words, as they blared throughout the city. Guardsmen and soldiers had begun to take control of the streets as civilians had taken cover from.. something. Yet no guard manned the mighty walls in the defense against a siege, nor did they fill the palace. No, they had begun to head to the arena.[/i]
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"What's happening?" Traci tried to see what was happening through a window. "The arena?"
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"It's like.. what the hell?" [i]Rue murmured, staring outside before-[/i] [i]She screamed, covering her ear with one hand and dropping down as a terrifically magnified screeching noise blared throughout the city, originating from the arena.[/i] "G-G-Go!" [i]She yelled, at Traci.[/i]
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Traci fell to the floor with a thud from the noise, temporarily deaf and having no sense of balance. She slowly got onto her hands and knees, only to fall down to the ground again. "Wha..." She blinked a couple of times, her vision a bit blurry while the floor looked like it was moving all over the place.
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[i]Around the two Tribune agents - or well, one of Tribune, the other of Trayve - the flooring had begun to crack and splinter. The very earth beneath them would quiver with a sudden seismic energy once the screech had ended, as around the arena, structures would collapse and fall to the earth.[/i] "W-What the.. hold on, I can stop this!" [i]Rue yelled, as she pressed a single hand against the ground. The room, and frankly the palace tower that the two were within, would stop. Yet Rue was suffering from the results, crying out in pain.[/i] "...it's underneath the arena. Something's.. causing this!"
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Traci slowly collected herself, her sword flying into her hand as she got up and began to move toward the exit. "Then we better go kill it!"
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"Liz, I can't-" [i]The ground would shake again as a screeching noise was heard again, except it sounded as if something metallic was being shredded and ripped from the very earth.[/i] "I-I can't leave the tower without it collapsing, Liz!" [i]Rue yelled, crying out again. Her being had gone pale, blood vessels shining through her now deathly skin.[/i]
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"Rue, we can get out of this! Let go! I'll carry you! There's enough time!" Traci sheathed her sword and extended a hand to Rue. "I'm not leaving you."
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"I-I.." [i]Rue looked up, as she nodded and extended her only hand. The tower would begin to crack and quiver, rock falling from the ceiling as Rue grabbed Traci's hand.[/i]
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Traci pulled Rue into her arms and picked her up so she was carrying her bridal style before sprinting faster than humanly possible through the tower. She made her way to the bottom as fast as she could, actually hurting her body and tearing it apart from pushing herself.
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[i]The tower cracked and collapsed as stone crashed to the ground, the rubble and debris falling to the cracking concrete as Traci committed to the saving act. As they reached the central courtyard of the palace, Rue had stuttered and cried out in terror, her eyes once calm, now struck by amazement and yet, fear.[/i] "W-What.. how d-did.. Liz.." [i]She wanted to know how "Elizabeth" had done that. She would not get an answer, not yet, for a larger threat emerged.[/i] [i]From the arena itself, a crashing noise broke through the land as a giant black shape rose from the earth, scattering the arena's great stands across the city as if effortlessly. The great being flew high into the air, rays of brilliant sunlight glistening off the ancient obsidian scales as the beast would stretch it's wings, the veins of the structures a deep purple color.[/i] [i]As the dragon's shape blotched out the sun and roared with such a magnitude that the earth shook once more, the citizens of Khaom would cut the bells and horns of war. Only to yell one phrase, and one phrase only, as the great beast descended..[/i] "[i]Ragnarok! Ragnarok has come![/i]" [spoiler]End, for a time.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]What. The. F*ck. Lol.[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]#BlameSplash[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]F*cking Splash. Lmfao[/spoiler]
