Dark Side of the Moon

Vanguard

Incredible. The more she opened herself to him, the more her own power surged. He could witness it now, almost in its entirety, just how beautiful her might was. But it was for naught. His own soul was coursing through her like electricity ran through circuitry.

Like a parasite or a virus, he was spreading through the tiniest of gaps and connecting with her, nearly merging with her soul but not quite. His hands grasped onto something, and all of a sudden, several magical circles appeared around them, spinning slowly like cd records as they ran through her information. But all of a sudden, the ritual was interrupted as crimson lightning cracked violently into his arms, shattering metal and magic alike.

Hrm. I see...

Had it been any longer, he might have permanently lost use of his arms as the threads forming his soul would've snapped and melted away. Instead, he managed to pull just in time, though the machinery and gears were already starting to melt inside her. Despite the gruesome sight, he didn't seem perturbed in the slightest, as if the loss of his arms meant nothing to him. The connection was short lived, but it was enough to get a good grasp of her gate, even if incomplete.

His mangled, burnt arm pressed onto her once more, and a lightning shock brought her heart back to life, awakening her forcefully. He didn't even give her time to rest or recover, as if he knew it was meaningless to give her such time.

"That seal of yours, was it a god's work?" He asked her with a grave voice that betrayed no sympathy.

Blackmore

The giant shifted awkwardly across the filthy sewer's corridors, trying to squeeze his way past some of the tighter passageways. Despite all that was said and done, he finally got used to all of the filth and didn't seem to mind as much anymore, if he truly minded in the first place.

"Ho, do you come around these places often? It doesn't suit you too well." He bantered casually, not because he cared, but because the walk was starting to bore him more than anything.

Vanguard

"I can understand." He said gravely, his tone baring no emotion yet betraying a hint of envy at the woman laying before him.

He grabbed one of the creatures beforeit managed to slip into Lucy, and squeezed it gradually until its entire shape looked deformed, yet it didn't seem to break or pop. It would have looked ridiculous, if his expression wasn't so sombre. Interesting, was this a part of her as well?

Was he taking his time, or simply hesitating? Tch, ridiculous, he had no reason to in the first place. He raised his arm, for a second it seemed to glow before he brought it onto her chest.There was a spark of light, then the world turned black. Her chest made no further sound as the shock stopped it and all vital functions. He has about eight minutes to operate on her safely.

At least, assuming her physiology was human in the first place.

His fingers drew strange shapes and symbols in the air, growing around the two corpses like aetheric branches filled with scriptures and formulas.  The strings of thaumaturgical code formed shapes and surrounded Lucy while his fingers worked inside her, entering her body as if she, or he, was no longer tangible in the first place. This would be difficult, he had never operated on such a great soul. If he had to compare it to something, it was like trying to grab onto the sun itself. A herculean task no doubt, one that would destroy his arms at best and annihilate his soul at worst, but he was prepared for that. As long as the formulas flowed steadily, her soul and his should be in sync.

Can you hear me?

RED

"O-okay." She nodded, suddenly brightening up before resuming eating at a slower pace. "Thish ish delichioush...!" She squeed at the amazing food, she never had anything like it!

Vanguard

"William is acquainted with a talented scholar on matters of the soul. I am a mere pupil in compare, and he'd know the same. Yet, you come looking for me." His voice was grave once more, as if he was deep in thought.

"I will see what I can do. Follow me."

And with that, he headed to the medical room at his own pace, uncaring if she lagged behind through the vast stairs and halls.

Vanguard

"You're the one who misunderstands. Friendships are based on trust. You offer me honeyed words and promises, and I have no need for either. Even if you tell me now that you will return the favor in kind, I do not know you or your true intentions."

The pressure faded, but it was almost like it gripped her own heart before disappearing. His words carried the sort of finality that only the oldest of beings can carry. "Sadly, I don't care about any of that. What you do with me or this world is of no concern to me, as long as I can get what I want. If you are the devil, you have picked the most boring target possible. There is no catharis to be found in my wish. But answer me this, how do you know of my intentions?"

Blackmore

"Woah!" He blurted out all of a sudden as he was kicked right into the hole and landed straight into the sewage, splashing into all sort of disgusting liquids and filth. "Ugh, what a pain..." He looked at his coat and shirt, all dirty and smelling like shit. He awkwardly tried standing, only for the sewage to spill back on the ground. Despite all that, he didn't stop smiling, as if his misery was somehow entertaining.

"Let's go."


Lorenzo

"Sheesh, you two..."  He rubbed the back of his burning skull awkwardly like he had just been sucker punched twice. Were they getting a kick out of this merciless bullying? Oh, of course, why did he even have to ask. Yes.

"Sounds like a plan. Well, I don't really need help with anything, but how about I help you help others or something? You know what they say, two heads are better than one, but three is a crowd. Whatchasay pal?" He held his hand out to the pink haired girl in a friendly manner.

Vanguard

His fist clenched with unbelievable force for a second, space itself seemed to distort around his herculean frame. Such power, how ridiculous! Such a soul could hardly be called human, and the energy was far too vile to belong to a God. For a moment, he felt like a butterfly drawn by a hurricane, a speck of dust falling into an abyss. He had no heart, and yet his chest throbbed with such tremors he felt it might shatter.

Am I feeling... fear?

He refused to look for even a second longer. Despite the drawing promise of unimaginable power, he felt down to his very core that if he fell any closer to her, he would never be able to go back. It almost felt nostalgic.

...!

"You know too much." He grunted in displeasure. Yet another troublesome presence, the sort he did not know if he should dispose of, keep as close as possible or flee from. "Answer the question, with your own words."

Vanguard

What rubbish, he had no idea what she was talking about. That man was the same at times, talking about nonsense and trivial muck he had no way of understanding. Honestly, it was sometimes unsettling. He just didn't see a point in answering a question she likely knew the answer of. But at least she was intelligent enough to know better than to try that.

"What is your purpose here?" He asked her with the sort of cold tiresomeness you expect from those too old to deal with petty trivialities in the first place.