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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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OH FUCK THE DOTS—]
Ah— he didn't collapse, did he? [Bet.] He... very likely felt my brief internal panic before all went black, I assume.
[aaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA—]
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I'm pretty sure it was more than just panic, Eb. He was in a lot of pain. I wasn't sure what was wrong, since he didn't exactly talk to me for a moment.
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[He says it so textbook, it would be impossible to think he cares unless he hadn't previously demonstrated how absolutely batshit crazy he is about Mizuki.]
...I don't believe you've been informed that we're also sharing souls now. [Fuck.]
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You what????????
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Mizuki expressed wanting to become "one" with me, [a normal thing that Ebalon just fucking said yes to,] and I agreed, of course. The spell to bind our emotions is my original creation, but our souls are being shared through a demonic pact.
...
I did not inform you that I'm a demon, did I?
[How many nukes can one man drop in the span of five minutes]
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When I had wanted you taking care of him, this isn't exactly what I meant. Did you think any of that through? Because that seems like a very awful idea all around.
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Of course I did — or rather, we did. It's a big decision to enter into a demonic contract, and an even larger one to share emotions. I'm a very careful man, Rafaela — I spent a week on this.
[A WEEK FOR A LIFE-CHANGING DECISION!]
Mizuki only stands to benefit from the contract. It has given him access to some magical abilities, and I can feed more of my soul into him to save him from death. It doesn't work both ways, so if you think about it logically, I'm the only one who could possibly suffer any negative consequences.
Of course, I made sure to ask him if any of this was alright, and if it was something he wanted. Rest assured that this is a mutual agreement on our part.
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[ Ebalon, why are you so smart yet so dumb?? ]
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[Ebalon thinks of the battle royale and then decides to shut the fuck up for once in his life. Clearing his throat, he instead tries to reroute the subject.]
We're happy like this, aside from that minor hiccup.
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You thought that, on this ship, where gods are easily killed and out bodies aren't our own and immortals are mortal and people die super easily that you just wouldn't?????
Eb, cabrón, it doesn't matter if you both agreed to a bond like that, you should have waited until you weren't here.
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Rafaela, as far as we know, we're all stuck here until further notice. I am not going to entertain the notion that this shouldn't have been done — as it stands now, all of us here are going to become mere ghosts aboard this ship eventually. And, unfortunately for everyone else, I'm going to live my life the way I want to.
[Depression: Spotted. Someone's a little mad that he can't escape right now.]
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Well, of COURSE we're not stuck here. I mean, sure, it seems like that, but there's no way in Hell someone like that wins. [ Referring to the Captain, of course. ] We're going to get out of here and when we do, I will absolutely rub so many "I told you so"s in your damn face.
Just... in the meantime, you're not allowed to do anything dumb anymore. Otherwise, I'll kill you myself.