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come_sailaway2022-10-01 12:45 am
selenokinesis) wrote in come_sailaway2022-10-01 12:45 am
☽ It takes a monster to destroy a monster
Who: Ebalon & All Y'all
What: Ebalon blows himself up with a portal. There is an ensuing tantrum when he comes back to life.
When: 10/6 (initial explosion); 10/9 (everything else)
Where: The Atrium, Promenade, Ebalon's Cabin, & Sports Deck
Warnings: Unintentional death by explosions, gore & gross descriptions, general violence, Ebalon being himself
[Mid-afternoon, an explosion originating from the atrium rings out loud and clear. Though it isn't enough to rock the ship, small in nature as it is, it is enough to leave a sizeable hole in the middle of the floor, where one might fall through if they aren't careful. Lying wedged into the partially-destroyed floor are the smouldering, red-hot remnants of a portal frame, the top half entirely missing, though if one looks hard enough they might find the shrapnel lying some hundreds of feet off. Next to it, hanging precariously on the edge and about to drop into the hole, is a torso-sized, faceted white crystal. It pulses brightly once, twice, and finally fades out.
...
Somewhere on the promenade, a shower of blood and offal rains down from above, bits of torn intestines and strands of stark white hair decorating the brightly-lit strip.]
Cabin 101 - Closed to Established CR
Sports Deck - OTA
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[Sorry I only have two prompts here, please feel free to wildcard something if these don't work for you. Ebalon is usually spotted in the library or Hurikane these days if you want to talk to him somewhere else!]
What: Ebalon blows himself up with a portal. There is an ensuing tantrum when he comes back to life.
When: 10/6 (initial explosion); 10/9 (everything else)
Where: The Atrium, Promenade, Ebalon's Cabin, & Sports Deck
Warnings: Unintentional death by explosions, gore & gross descriptions, general violence, Ebalon being himself
[Mid-afternoon, an explosion originating from the atrium rings out loud and clear. Though it isn't enough to rock the ship, small in nature as it is, it is enough to leave a sizeable hole in the middle of the floor, where one might fall through if they aren't careful. Lying wedged into the partially-destroyed floor are the smouldering, red-hot remnants of a portal frame, the top half entirely missing, though if one looks hard enough they might find the shrapnel lying some hundreds of feet off. Next to it, hanging precariously on the edge and about to drop into the hole, is a torso-sized, faceted white crystal. It pulses brightly once, twice, and finally fades out.
...
Somewhere on the promenade, a shower of blood and offal rains down from above, bits of torn intestines and strands of stark white hair decorating the brightly-lit strip.]
Cabin 101 - Closed to Established CR
[The door to Ebalon's cabin is open on the 9th.
It's a semi-open invitation to come talk to him. "Hey, how are you doing, sorry you died" or "hey fuckface we told you that wouldn't work" or "what the fuck were you thinking", something to that effect. If he doesn't like you, there's a high chance he'll turn you away at the door.
Ebalon is sitting at his desk, furiously scrawling something into his notebook on a page dated "10/07". Sitting atop it is that large, white crystal spotted at one of two initial crime scenes, recovered and scratched and as inert as the day he received it. He had managed to temporarily charge it long enough to power the portal, but in its current state, it is — again — useless to him.
Annoyed and yet again throwing himself into his work to avoid the tumultuous emotions stirring in his chest, Ebalon taps his pen against the inert Moon El, looking more frustrated than anything right about now. More concerning than his expression might be the visible corruption on his face and neck almost the colour of a bruise, etched with a bright blue motherboard pattern. That same pattern appears on both hands, though Ebalon very clearly is making his best attempt to ignore it.
He hardly looks up as you enter. Unless your name is Mizuki, and then he's immediately getting up from his chair for an embrace.]
Sports Deck - OTA
[Chagrin can only be ignored for so long before it festers like a gangrenous wound.
Ebalon makes his way to the sports deck, staff clutched tightly in his left hand while his spellbook floats after him at a brisk pace, pages fluttering in the breeze. It's late, just a bit before midnight on the night of the full moon, and he's in no mood to talk to any fellow night-owls on his way. In fact, talking to him in general is likely a bad idea (though you're always welcome to try), given that his first action upon arriving at his destination is to easily and effortlessly obliterate a part of the court with a shower of black-coloured magic. A crest flares at his back, glowing an ominous purple.
One failed idea after another. A permanent cycle of living aboard this ship. The inability to do a single thing about not only his own situation, but the situations of the people here stuck with him. Helpless, hopeless, useless, how can a man like him become someone else's toy?!
White-hot fury reaches a boiling point. With a sudden, jerky motion, he swings his staff wide and points it at the odd, ball-shaped tower nearby, eradicating it entirely with a single moonbeam. It does little to sate him, and, in fact, he thinks he might just be up for destroying this entire section of the ship. And more, perhaps!
Why not just cast them all into oblivion for eternity? It's all they're going to get at this rate! Why not give up? Give in? Spill blood as much as he wants, because it's not like any of this matters anyhow!
Ebalon takes a deep breath, tilting his head back to look at the moon. A short reprieve, as he distantly wonders if he can possibly get to the ship's engines and blow them up. If it would stick. If permadeath is better than an eternity constrained to servitude.
With a deep, exhausted sigh, his attacks continue.]
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[Sorry I only have two prompts here, please feel free to wildcard something if these don't work for you. Ebalon is usually spotted in the library or Hurikane these days if you want to talk to him somewhere else!]
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Alright. Ebalon shakes off his own feelings about the situation (the portal should've worked, why didn't it work, he wasn't even trying to leave, it was a test run, what did he miscalculate—) and curls tighter around Mizuki. This time, though, instead of keeping his chin on top of Mizuki's head, he yet again bonks their foreheads together.]
I apologise for leaving you. [There's no "I had no idea it would be a long death" or "I didn't think that would happen" or anything like that this time. Ebalon draws his fingers across Mizuki's back in comforting little circles, though as usual, he tends to stay where the pact mark is.] I know I broke my promise to you from many moons ago where I said I would not do anything reckless anymore, and I apologise for that as well. Would you find it in your heart to forgive me? If not now, then one day.
cw: suicide ment. cannibalism.
At least he’s doing marginally better now than before. At least now he’s having the appropriate response of bawling his eyes out and being afraid. Before, though? He hadn’t processed anything well. Maybe losing a piece of his soul made him a little crazy. Maybe he has the thought to “join” Ebalon. Maybe he pulled chunks of flesh from the blast site to shove in his mouth in hopes it might fill that void. Maybe it made him sick afterwards.
He whimpers slightly, trying to console Ebalon here the best he can. He was the one who died, after all. He was the one who had to go through all that alone. Mizuki shouldn’t have to be consoled. Mizuki had it so much better than Ebalon did. Yet it doesn’t feel like it. And that’s a miserable thought to have, too. ]
I… I forgive you. I just… I really did think I’d never see you again. And I kept thinking a-about what I’m to do without you [ hiccup. ] and I don’t want to. I need you here. I need you, Dantalion.
[ Dependency is totally healthy, right? ]
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I need you, too, Mizuki. However can I make this up to you? [He asks quietly, though he thinks he might have an answer, and so he adds,] I'll make another effort to avoid doing something reckless like that in the future, and you'll have a say on whatever my next project is as well. No using myself as a test dummy.
[He doesn't know if he can promise not to be stupid and reckless and scientific about things, but at least he can remind himself to not walk face-first into a glowing portal and go "it's fine". If he doesn't come back... well, he wouldn't know, and he's be fine. But Mizuki? Mizuki got to feel Ebalon dying. It must have been a brief flash of panic and fear from his end before silence, and that's to say nothing of their souls...
His free hand reaches up to thumb away at Mizuki's tears.]
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He can't really do that this time around, even if the idea of it still sounds a little fun. At least right now he feels… better…? It's hard to tell, since he still doesn't feel great. But… he's going to take all these promises to heart, and he's going to lean against Ebalon again and try to hold him tighter, despite how noodly his arms feel right now. Are his bones there? The world may never know. ]
I'll… hold you to it, then. If you break your promise, I won't forgive you.
[ Possessive, possessive, possessive… ]
You can't leave me. Not ever.
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I'll never leave you. You know that, yes? [He leans down to kiss Mizuki's forehead.] My intent is to get us out of here alive. I promised you grand adventures, after all, and I'm not the sort of man who breaks a promise.
[S...sort... of.]
Especially not to you. I'll stay by your side for as long as you'll have me. [And longer! He can simply rewire Mizuki's brain if Mizuki ever wants to be rid of him. This is a healthy and normal thing to think about your partner.] That said, if you wouldn't mind... would you spend the rest of the day with me? I'd like to make up for the days we lost.
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You know. Fun stuff…
But he picks his head up at his question with a bit of confusion. ] …? Did you think I wasn't going to make you stay with me?? [ Hello????? Anything else was never a fucking option??????? ]
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[You know. Something with Mizuki's other friends, or maybe he's hungry or something and doesn't want to deal with Ebalon and his... depression. Depression-adjacent emotions, anyway. He'll find his next hyperfixation (wanton destruction) and move on pretty quickly.]
Now. [He wraps his arms around Mizuki and flips them, so that Mizuki is laying on top of Ebalon and Ebalon can stare into his eyes and admire them, even if they're red and puffy from crying. Those pretty blue rings of his...] How can I make you smile again?
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I'm… too tired to smile, I think… [ He's feeling the "drained" emotion mostly. Not that that's an unusual one that comes around. Emotional lows that always proceed after emotional highs…
But there is one thing that's still bothering him. ]
Are you… really here? I didn't just… go mad and make this up because I couldn't deal with the grief anymore, right? [ He wouldn't put a psychotic break past him, honestly. ]
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[At the very least, he's able to feel Mizuki's emotions again. That, at least, didn't change; he has to wonder what it must've been like to feel totally empty for three days, though. It's not that Ebalon has a lot of strong emotions all the time, but there's always something there — some scientific curiosity or niggling question or whatever emotion "workaholic" registers as.]
I don't think I'm so easy to get rid of.
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[ Sounds like something a figment of his imagination would say! Mizuki just wants to sleep for now, though. Maybe by the time he wakes up, he'll feel better. He's just been so devasted these past few days, he wants it to stop. He wants to smile again. He wants to make others happy again.
So, who's going to get mad at him if he just curls into Ebalon and holds him with several of his tentacles to make sure he doesn't leave and just passes out for the next 14 hours? ]
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It seems... that will not be a thing. Because Mizuki is, presumably, out cold within a few minutes, and he'd hate to wake Mizuki up when he's having a rough time.
...
Ebalon kisses Mizuki's forehead and gets comfortable. He'll pass out within the hour out of boredom, at the very least, and that's probably as good as it's gonna get. Considering his sleep schedule, though, he needs it.]