07-28-2017, 01:29 PM
(07-28-2017, 12:04 PM)achroma Wrote:(07-28-2017, 04:12 AM)OdinYggd Wrote: "Huh? Two Feziels? But I'm not drunk enough for that to happen." Danu yawns and stretches, finally waking up and fixing her outfit.
She gets up and goes to the kitchen to see what all the fuss was about, smoothing her hair as she does.
"Do you really need that Austin?"
(07-28-2017, 04:44 AM)AustinLB90 Wrote: "Yeah the sword should let me see who is real." *Austin looks at the two feizels to see who is real* "i don't want to harm the fake but i need to be able to see the fake and well this kinda works. There is more to it but now is not the time" *Austin prepares to grab or disrupt the fake*by the time Austin walks in, the room Is a wreck, And bits of blood are scattered about the room. The two Feizels are in a dead lock, pinning eachother on the ground with kitchen knifes. It would seem that the Feizel on the bottom has a trick up his sleeve, whilst the other is looking for an opertunity.
"It doesn't need end this way, with fatality!"
"Their can only be one!"
There is a dreary thrumming sound as the golem simply stands at the edge of the room, as it had since the fight started seeming to have been at a loss for what to do. That is of course until they lay atop one another in a ball of arms and legs as it stepped into the room with an eery level of determination. The building echoes with a telling thrumm, as that familiarly pleasant rose tinted sound reaches all ears. Leaving the mind to revile in the actual reality of the situation. As the elemental held one version of feizel by back the neck, partially attempting to draw them apart while the other still lay on the floor as it attempted to stomp on the wrist of their hand still holding a kitchen blade. The sound that fills the room makes one's ears tingle, Hard to focus as it only gets louder, and louder, yet does not pain the hearing. It is not after all something that rings in your ears. It is something that rings in your eyes and that behind them. Again, and again like something yelled amidst a volume of echoes. Unknowable, yet always familiar. It repeats as if it is your own memory long forgotten, like it was always your intention, It is your decision. Yet you do not understand. Where you look, you feel nothing, where you listen, you have nothing. What is it that you strive for? In this time of absence.
//Do you resist? Let us see. This.... Isn't targeted, it's aura based, and it is no mere veil to be lifted. That means everybody. I hope for the best.