[ That's personal! Her eye is very personal. She only has four working senses, so losing an eye is terrible. Through her pain, she breathes in sharp gasps, as she hears the chimes count down.
With her last moment as herself, she looks off in the direction where she thinks a certain room is, and something almost like heartache flashes across her expression. ]
Tell him I—
[ She doesn't get to finish that because the twelfth chime resounds, and she transforms. As a Leviathan, she's massive, as large as she can be while also (mod voice) being able to fit into the house. She lets out a roar as the room falls apart against and around her. ]
[great. too bad agni doesn't know who she's talking about!
in any case, his first thought is, not as big as gandharva. though, to be fair, that's a hard standard to reach when gandharva at peak form was planet-sized. still, it's for this reason—despite being far more powerless than he usually is, even with a summoner as weak as brilith—that he feels little fear at the sight.]
Wow, this is so unfair.
[and with that, he turns to run. time to get serious now.]
[ Nothing about this is fair! He's right. Maybe he can figure it out eventually.
Meltryllis would never want to be something as huge as a planet anyway. Her own personal nemesis is something that wants to consume a planet.
The monster brings out the worst attributes of her: making her more hungry and murderous. She gives chase, destroying more of the house as she flies after him. ]
[was it toi. was meltryllis soft for the 14-year-old drug dealer.
agni races down/up/schrodinger's direction the stairs, heading to his room. it's a good thing it's been abandoned since jin ling moved out, though, as it made hiding his preparations simpler.
books are scattered across the floor (ah, brilith and plum are going to kill him for this). as uncomfortable as letting of his sword is, he places it to the side for the time being, so that he can grab his can of hairspray instead. with his other hand, he removes his lighter from his pocket. when meltryllis inevitably comes bursting in, agni takes aim directly at her and lets loose.
(sorry, peach. he definitely did not ask for it to spike his hair.)
and thus, as the lighter's flame spirals beyond control, the room comes alive, ablaze. when the hairspray can overheats, he tosses it at meltryllis—a makeshift bomb about to explode, as a gift. as he, you know, grabs his sword and gets the hell out of there, jumping out the balcony.]
[ since you're killing me, i will tell you melt is soft for a 14yo drug dealer, but is that who she meant....? itisamystery.jpg
The monster won't be sated until someone is dead. It needs a victim, and Agni is the one who appeared before it. The hunt is on, and the hunt is what it likes. It's Meltryllis' personality at play that makes the chase drag on.
The Leviathan roars as it follows him into his room, breaking through the door frame. She roars again in pain at the full force of the fire, flying back to avoid the brunt of it. She demolishes more of the already burning room as she does, and the long tail takes most of the heat of the bomb.
Unfortunately, the monster is strong and while not invulnerable or infallible, that huge blaze is not enough to fell it.
She goes after Angi once again, this time faster than before. Anger makes her quicker, more rash, and she whips her burning tail at him. ]
[I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE TORMENTING ME WITH THIS, IT HAS TO BE EITHER TOI OR MAMMON?? WHO ELSE DOES MELTRYLLIS LIKE, DAMN
anyway]
Ergh—!
[that hurt. luckily, agni manages to hold onto his blade, as he's sent flying. the one other bright side is that, burning or not, he's flung into the pond, dousing out any flames before they can burn—though a part of him wishes he hadn't been. he may have no need to breathe, but the sudden shock of cold is deeply unpleasant.
ugh, he hates water. hopefully, no one stuck a horse head in the pond this time.
still, he has no time to waste. keeping his grip on his sword tight, he rises to his feet.]
[he can't dodge. not in his current, powerless form. and so, the leviathan will find that its jaws close down on bone, as it might expect.
—but not agni's.
he always has a trump card, after all. in this fight, it's this. the monster's teeth crunch through a skull, once kept on agni, in place of the limb it would've otherwise devoured. this is the exact moment he's been waiting for this entire time: the instant in which an enemy is most vulnerable. when they're this close, and when they think they've won.
without wasting even a second, he lifts his sword, no matter how heavy his dripping limbs feel or how his chest pains him—and he plunges it directly into the leviathan's head.]
[ The Leviathan does think it's won. The crunch of a skull is the crunch of bone, and with that feel between teeth, its guard is let down. The moment the sword pierces the skull, its roar morphs into a scream, trilling more high-pitched than cavernous.
It flails and lands onto the ground with a thud, tail thrashing as it fights through the pain of its brain dying, of it dying. Soon, its movements slow, and that's when Meltryllis allows herself to think of herself as more than an it. In this form, infected, contaminated, however she's affected, she'd rather be considered an it than herself.
Ever since she's learned of the monster lurking within her, her heart has been moved by more people than she thought possible. What would usually cause her world to become more dazzling and radiant is dulled by the knowledge she can tell no one.
She's a girl who's always been alone. She's a girl who set out to be alone, a prima ballerina who dances for an audience of one: herself. If she's alone by choice, then she doesn't have to think about what she hides underneath all her spikes and thorns: she's lonely.
As she bleeds out, convulsing in small tremors and with her thoughts fading, she turns her clouded eyes to— Agni? To someone else?
More than standing apart from others, more than wanting to rise to the top as a ballerina that's above all the rest, more than simply wanting to be her own person, more than all of that, she wants to
love
as herself.
If dying means she can do that again, she'll accept it. With her last breath, Agni will feel a sliver of gratitude that she can be herself again.
what did he expect meltryllis to feel? did he expect anything at all? he's not sure. even so, the gratitude leaves a pang in his heart. and, he thinks, he really does wish he could've gotten to know this girl better.]
... Whatever becomes of your soul, may you be free, Meltryllis.
[by the rules of his world, leaving her to kill another would not count as a sin. taking her life, however, may be one that weighs down his soul, distancing him from the gates of paradise. but that's all the more reason why he, of all people, had to be the one to do this.
humans should have the chance to enter. other gods may be desperate to lessen their sins and regain that right, but it's precisely because they're gods that they can afford to pay that price. it might be arrogance to think that way, as one of the few who can still pass through its gates, but...
... well, it doesn't matter. living is already eternal hell, as it is.
agni has kept his emotions tightly locked this week. now, though, there's no one who will know, save for those who cannot say or those who will die soon regardless. thus, he lets his sorrow—his grief, for this life lost—wash over him, before he reaches down to gently pick up meltryllis's body.
the least he can do is give her an attempt at a sendoff. after that, even if just for one day, he has to get back into character.]
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[ As much as you can call those secrets. ]
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I dunno, I think my tastes are pretty normal. I just show affection with hugs and stuff?
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So do I?
[ She just goes beyond sometimes. It's fine. ]
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[ You know, with her legs. She's not ashamed. ]
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[this is right about when, as they're locked in a parry, he takes out his gun—where was he hiding that?—and aims for her eye.
nothing personal.]
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It's not something Meltryllis expects, and even with her dulled sense of pain, she screams. She clutches at her eye with her clumsy hands. ]
How dare you—
[ And that's when the clock begins chiming it's midnight. ]
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briefly, he wonders if he should shoot again, before he decides against it. he has a limited number of bullets; he can't afford to waste them.
instead, shoving the gun back into its place, he begins to back up, towards the door. it's time.]
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With her last moment as herself, she looks off in the direction where she thinks a certain room is, and something almost like heartache flashes across her expression. ]
Tell him I—
[ She doesn't get to finish that because the twelfth chime resounds, and she transforms. As a Leviathan, she's massive, as large as she can be while also (mod voice) being able to fit into the house. She lets out a roar as the room falls apart against and around her. ]
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in any case, his first thought is, not as big as gandharva. though, to be fair, that's a hard standard to reach when gandharva at peak form was planet-sized. still, it's for this reason—despite being far more powerless than he usually is, even with a summoner as weak as brilith—that he feels little fear at the sight.]
Wow, this is so unfair.
[and with that, he turns to run. time to get serious now.]
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Meltryllis would never want to be something as huge as a planet anyway. Her own personal nemesis is something that wants to consume a planet.
The monster brings out the worst attributes of her: making her more hungry and murderous. She gives chase, destroying more of the house as she flies after him. ]
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agni races down/up/schrodinger's direction the stairs, heading to his room. it's a good thing it's been abandoned since jin ling moved out, though, as it made hiding his preparations simpler.
books are scattered across the floor (ah, brilith and plum are going to kill him for this). as uncomfortable as letting of his sword is, he places it to the side for the time being, so that he can grab his can of hairspray instead. with his other hand, he removes his lighter from his pocket. when meltryllis inevitably comes bursting in, agni takes aim directly at her and lets loose.
(sorry, peach. he definitely did not ask for it to spike his hair.)
and thus, as the lighter's flame spirals beyond control, the room comes alive, ablaze. when the hairspray can overheats, he tosses it at meltryllis—a makeshift bomb about to explode, as a gift. as he, you know, grabs his sword and gets the hell out of there, jumping out the balcony.]
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The monster won't be sated until someone is dead. It needs a victim, and Agni is the one who appeared before it. The hunt is on, and the hunt is what it likes. It's Meltryllis' personality at play that makes the chase drag on.
The Leviathan roars as it follows him into his room, breaking through the door frame. She roars again in pain at the full force of the fire, flying back to avoid the brunt of it. She demolishes more of the already burning room as she does, and the long tail takes most of the heat of the bomb.
Unfortunately, the monster is strong and while not invulnerable or infallible, that huge blaze is not enough to fell it.
She goes after Angi once again, this time faster than before. Anger makes her quicker, more rash, and she whips her burning tail at him. ]
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anyway]
Ergh—!
[that hurt. luckily, agni manages to hold onto his blade, as he's sent flying. the one other bright side is that, burning or not, he's flung into the pond, dousing out any flames before they can burn—though a part of him wishes he hadn't been. he may have no need to breathe, but the sudden shock of cold is deeply unpleasant.
ugh, he hates water. hopefully, no one stuck a horse head in the pond this time.
still, he has no time to waste. keeping his grip on his sword tight, he rises to his feet.]
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Prayer hands that the Leviathan doesn't have to see a horse head for a second time, not that it was aware of it the first time around.
As Agni rises to his feet, the monster cuts through the air for him, mouth wide and open with sharp teeth gleaming in the moonlight. ]
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—but not agni's.
he always has a trump card, after all. in this fight, it's this. the monster's teeth crunch through a skull, once kept on agni, in place of the limb it would've otherwise devoured. this is the exact moment he's been waiting for this entire time: the instant in which an enemy is most vulnerable. when they're this close, and when they think they've won.
without wasting even a second, he lifts his sword, no matter how heavy his dripping limbs feel or how his chest pains him—and he plunges it directly into the leviathan's head.]
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It flails and lands onto the ground with a thud, tail thrashing as it fights through the pain of its brain dying, of it dying. Soon, its movements slow, and that's when Meltryllis allows herself to think of herself as more than an it. In this form, infected, contaminated, however she's affected, she'd rather be considered an it than herself.
Ever since she's learned of the monster lurking within her, her heart has been moved by more people than she thought possible. What would usually cause her world to become more dazzling and radiant is dulled by the knowledge she can tell no one.
She's a girl who's always been alone. She's a girl who set out to be alone, a prima ballerina who dances for an audience of one: herself. If she's alone by choice, then she doesn't have to think about what she hides underneath all her spikes and thorns: she's lonely.
As she bleeds out, convulsing in small tremors and with her thoughts fading, she turns her clouded eyes to— Agni? To someone else?
More than standing apart from others, more than wanting to rise to the top as a ballerina that's above all the rest, more than simply wanting to be her own person, more than all of that, she wants to
love
as herself.
If dying means she can do that again, she'll accept it. With her last breath, Agni will feel a sliver of gratitude that she can be herself again.
Meltryllis is dead. ]
i'm crying
what did he expect meltryllis to feel? did he expect anything at all? he's not sure. even so, the gratitude leaves a pang in his heart. and, he thinks, he really does wish he could've gotten to know this girl better.]
... Whatever becomes of your soul, may you be free, Meltryllis.
[by the rules of his world, leaving her to kill another would not count as a sin. taking her life, however, may be one that weighs down his soul, distancing him from the gates of paradise. but that's all the more reason why he, of all people, had to be the one to do this.
humans should have the chance to enter. other gods may be desperate to lessen their sins and regain that right, but it's precisely because they're gods that they can afford to pay that price. it might be arrogance to think that way, as one of the few who can still pass through its gates, but...
... well, it doesn't matter. living is already eternal hell, as it is.
agni has kept his emotions tightly locked this week. now, though, there's no one who will know, save for those who cannot say or those who will die soon regardless. thus, he lets his sorrow—his grief, for this life lost—wash over him, before he reaches down to gently pick up meltryllis's body.
the least he can do is give her an attempt at a sendoff. after that, even if just for one day, he has to get back into character.]