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thisavrou_log2017-08-05 02:07 am
forgeabettertomorrow) wrote in thisavrou_log2017-08-05 02:07 am
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If You Listen Close, You'll Hear the Sound / of All the Ghosts That Bring Us Down
Who: Darin, Open to Close and Semi-Close CR!
When: This week
Where: Kauto: Region 5 Hospital
What: Darin's been comatose since his bout with his shadow and it's time to wake him up with SCIENCE
Warnings: Probable blood and physical trauma
While his condition has stabilized since the shadows were officially defeated, Darin definitely isn't in the best of shape. His wounds are taking much longer to heal than they normally should, his skin is pale, and he's showing no signs of any real mental activity. In short: he's comatose. But, there's a glimmer of light in this dark cloud. Using experimental technology, someone (or a group of someones) can reach into Darin's consciousness and maybe try and pull him out of it. The problem? This might not work at all. Or things could go from bad to worse for everyone involved.
What's the worst that could happen?
I-The Hallway-
Interestingly enough, Darin's head isn't just a massive void of empty space peppered with memories of some really great explosions. Nor is it a palace with massive golden statues proclaiming just how amazing he is. It's just...a really long hallway. Each door is unmarked and unlocked, but if you put your ears to them, you can hear muffled voices coming from within. The hallway doesn't seem to have an end though. Pick a door, who knows what you'll find?
II-The Night It All Went to Hell-
One of the doors leads to a rather quaint hillock overlooking a quiet port town. It's dark out, but there's plenty of light from the spattering of stars and the twin moons; red and white respectively, giving the scenery and almost ethereal violet hue. There's a modest home on the hillock itself...which seems to be the source of some commotion. There's the sound of a fight, then some yelling. And then, finally, the spark of a fire being started...
III-Life Goes On-
This door leads to a bustling street in the port town itself. At the end of the street is a rather large smithy, and there appears to be a full garrison of knights standing about the premises, waiting impatiently. The sea are brings the fresh smell of salt on the breeze, and some of the knights are complaining to an older, stout looking gentleman about the rust on their gear. Meanwhile, a beleaguered, blue haired youth, no more than ten years old, is doing his best to measure up an impatient knight for some new armor. Except he's gone and tripped himself up with the measuring tape and fallen into one of the large barrels of water, sending a mixture of laughs and groans rippling through the platoon.
"Why do you even keep this kid around, Acteon?! He's more trouble than he's worth!"
IV-Something's Not Quite Right-
This door leads to an even larger marketplace...not just a port side town anymore. No, this is a huge bazaar in some forgotten nation's capital. There's stalls selling any kind of wares you can imagine: exotic fruits and spices, weapons and armor, fine silks and furs, if you can dream it, it's likely being sold here! Some well armored and equally armed guards push by you quickly though and head towards what seems to be a throng of people circling up. Follow them and you'll see a large man looming over that stout smithy from the previous door, who is in turn standing in front of a gangly-armed, teenage Darin.
"What's all this about?"
"Your brat! He comes up to my stall and he...he breaks my weapons right in front of my paying customers!"
"Look, I was just showing these fine folk what inferior gear looks li--" Darin is cut off by the larger weaponsmith.
"MY GEAR IS THE BEST IN THIS REALM!! ACTEON, EITHER REEL YOUR FREAK IN, OR I'LL HAVE HIM IN CHAINS!"
Darin's smug look turns enraged, and he's already jumping over Acteon to try and throttle the man.
"WHAT'D YOU CALL ME YOU SECOND-RATE--"
The guards are already dogpiling on Darin which...doesn't necessarily slow him down. He pushes through them, and instead of attacking, just turns and runs for the nearest alleyway.
V-Chain of Command-
This door leads to...almost nothing, really. In fact, all that can be seen in this low light is what appears to be a massive steel gate. The bars reach up seemingly forever, and beyond the gate, there is nothing but blackness. The doors to the gate are pushed open slightly, but they're not fully open yet. Something appears to be keeping the doors themselves from being forced ajar completely. That something is Darin, hanging and covered in hundreds of chains, all of which are wrapped around the many massive iron bars. He appears to be hanging limp, but upon closer inspection, his arms are pulled taut, the muscles flexed and tight. As if, though unconscious, he's fighting to keep the iron gates shut.
-WILDCARD-
Want to do something else? Hit me up!
When: This week
Where: Kauto: Region 5 Hospital
What: Darin's been comatose since his bout with his shadow and it's time to wake him up with SCIENCE
Warnings: Probable blood and physical trauma
While his condition has stabilized since the shadows were officially defeated, Darin definitely isn't in the best of shape. His wounds are taking much longer to heal than they normally should, his skin is pale, and he's showing no signs of any real mental activity. In short: he's comatose. But, there's a glimmer of light in this dark cloud. Using experimental technology, someone (or a group of someones) can reach into Darin's consciousness and maybe try and pull him out of it. The problem? This might not work at all. Or things could go from bad to worse for everyone involved.
What's the worst that could happen?
I-The Hallway-
Interestingly enough, Darin's head isn't just a massive void of empty space peppered with memories of some really great explosions. Nor is it a palace with massive golden statues proclaiming just how amazing he is. It's just...a really long hallway. Each door is unmarked and unlocked, but if you put your ears to them, you can hear muffled voices coming from within. The hallway doesn't seem to have an end though. Pick a door, who knows what you'll find?
II-The Night It All Went to Hell-
One of the doors leads to a rather quaint hillock overlooking a quiet port town. It's dark out, but there's plenty of light from the spattering of stars and the twin moons; red and white respectively, giving the scenery and almost ethereal violet hue. There's a modest home on the hillock itself...which seems to be the source of some commotion. There's the sound of a fight, then some yelling. And then, finally, the spark of a fire being started...
III-Life Goes On-
This door leads to a bustling street in the port town itself. At the end of the street is a rather large smithy, and there appears to be a full garrison of knights standing about the premises, waiting impatiently. The sea are brings the fresh smell of salt on the breeze, and some of the knights are complaining to an older, stout looking gentleman about the rust on their gear. Meanwhile, a beleaguered, blue haired youth, no more than ten years old, is doing his best to measure up an impatient knight for some new armor. Except he's gone and tripped himself up with the measuring tape and fallen into one of the large barrels of water, sending a mixture of laughs and groans rippling through the platoon.
"Why do you even keep this kid around, Acteon?! He's more trouble than he's worth!"
IV-Something's Not Quite Right-
This door leads to an even larger marketplace...not just a port side town anymore. No, this is a huge bazaar in some forgotten nation's capital. There's stalls selling any kind of wares you can imagine: exotic fruits and spices, weapons and armor, fine silks and furs, if you can dream it, it's likely being sold here! Some well armored and equally armed guards push by you quickly though and head towards what seems to be a throng of people circling up. Follow them and you'll see a large man looming over that stout smithy from the previous door, who is in turn standing in front of a gangly-armed, teenage Darin.
"What's all this about?"
"Your brat! He comes up to my stall and he...he breaks my weapons right in front of my paying customers!"
"Look, I was just showing these fine folk what inferior gear looks li--" Darin is cut off by the larger weaponsmith.
"MY GEAR IS THE BEST IN THIS REALM!! ACTEON, EITHER REEL YOUR FREAK IN, OR I'LL HAVE HIM IN CHAINS!"
Darin's smug look turns enraged, and he's already jumping over Acteon to try and throttle the man.
"WHAT'D YOU CALL ME YOU SECOND-RATE--"
The guards are already dogpiling on Darin which...doesn't necessarily slow him down. He pushes through them, and instead of attacking, just turns and runs for the nearest alleyway.
V-Chain of Command-
This door leads to...almost nothing, really. In fact, all that can be seen in this low light is what appears to be a massive steel gate. The bars reach up seemingly forever, and beyond the gate, there is nothing but blackness. The doors to the gate are pushed open slightly, but they're not fully open yet. Something appears to be keeping the doors themselves from being forced ajar completely. That something is Darin, hanging and covered in hundreds of chains, all of which are wrapped around the many massive iron bars. He appears to be hanging limp, but upon closer inspection, his arms are pulled taut, the muscles flexed and tight. As if, though unconscious, he's fighting to keep the iron gates shut.
-WILDCARD-
Want to do something else? Hit me up!
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He doesn't finish the question, instead turning his gaze over the Black Lion. He had so many questions; what metal was it made of? Who build it? What were its abilities? They all seemed to rush into his mind together but the one question that hung over t all was the one Shiro had posed.
How would you back it up?
His eyes widened a bit, green pupils darting about frantically.
"I..I can't...! I'm not a pilot! I'm not a part of..."
This team? He knows that's not true and he can't keep denying it forever. What was he good for? What could he possibly do when Shiro, Keith, Pidge, Hunk, and Lance all had this...
This...
"Power..."
The blackened skies swirl and slowly the clouds overhead start to congeal, start to gain weight and mass and begin to swell with seething anger. With arrogance and hate and consternation towards the meager opposition making itself known. The ground begins to fall away, the world of memory getting torn asunder by this being's arrival.
Two eyes, like moons in the sky, borne from the blackness train themselves on the pair, and slowly a shape forms. It's like a mountain, and while it's form isn't clear, two hulking arms take shape. Finally, a booming, terrible roar splits the air as the being finishes taking shape.
Darin snaps his head to Shiro.
"Get going. I'll make sure you get plenty of openings."
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It gives them a little more time to breathe. To wait while Darin lets it sink in.
When it finally does happen, all he does is nod. If the shadows thought Shiro didn't trust him, they were sadly, ridiculously, mistaken. He nods, once, decisively, and climbs with the ease of memory, to the cockpit.
Words cannot possibly express the feeling of relief as his hands settle on familiar controls.
"All right. Let's take some openings."
And once Darin is clear of the head, the entire robot surges back up. Plants its feet, and returns that roar with one of its own. Fit to crack the heavens and split atmosphere into starlight.
He throws the controls forward.
Charge.
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Darin promises openings, and his hands are reached out in the direction of the clouds.
"Clouds are just water droplets...since I can alter physical properties of matter...ice should work just fine..."
He grins. Somehow, being able to cast magic like this was a thrill he'd never thought he would ever know.
"Let's do this, Shiro!!"
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I feel you...
It's a fleeting thought. Because he's already moving to adjust flight path. To be prepared to dodge the strike. But it doesn't come. Instead, it's restrained.
An opening.
They charge forward, weapons engaged, to claw and shoot and rend the challenge out of their skies.
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For a moment, Diomuhr's form shifts and becomes almost insubstantial...until it reforms again sporting eight serpentine heads with enormous fangs. They bob and weave angrily and strike out at Shiro as he nears them for another strike.
Darin grits his teeth angrily and rushes forward, skidding to a stop before the mountainous monster.
"I'm getting a little...fed up with you...!"
He smashes his hands into the ground, forcing his magic into the earth, forcing it to take shape. A dozen massive stone tendrils erupt from the dirt and launch into the sky. They bob and weave with in time with the gnashing hydra heads, then snap up and ensnare them about their necks. They reshape themselves into collars, which then erupt into massive thorns, biting and digging into the temporarily corporeal form.
"Y'know, Diomuhr, you may have told me the secret behind this power...but it's still mine! My mind! My power! My body! Do you hear me?! You can't have any of it!"
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Rather than fight with the heads, the Lion dives. Makes for the body. Some part of him remembering an old story -- cut off the head, two more will arise. So, instead of that, strike for the heart.
"Don't cut the heads off!"
He's not sure of Darin can hear him. He figures it's better than nothing, though, calling out to him.
"It might grow more! Hold them, but don't cut them!"
Maybe this thing doesn't actually have a heart. It has a body. And that's where they dive, where the Lion targets its next attack.
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"Not exactly the prettiest bouquet but I've seen worse, right?!"
With the heads locked back, it seems like there's a clear shot to the body. But two massive wings cool and gold around from the back, swooping in to form a shield against Shiro's assault.
"Oh come on...!" Darin was beginning to get tired. All of these literal mental gymnastics and using his powers were making it easier for Diomuhr to unleash his own. Panting, he starts to think. He needs materials. He needs to level the playing field somehow.
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It's harder fighting on your own. Darin is here, running interference, but there's no Hunk or Lance to blast it. No Keith to swoop down and slice it. No Pidge to see a gap in the defense they might have missed.
And no Voltron.
But maybe he can slice through the wings. Maybe he can brute force it. There's a steady thrum of agreement under his hands. Surging forward. Black Lion isn't as heavily armored as Yellow, but maybe this will at least damage the wings enough to make an opening.
"Could really use the others right about now...!"
WHAT THE HELL I THOUGHT I TAGGED THIS IM SORRY BRO
Wait...
Not much time. If Shiro could materialize the Black Lion here, who's to say Darin can't just make things up as well? He didn't have to rely on his powers, just his creativity!
He sees the Black Lion swing around, gaining speed for a final push. A charge. If he could just...!
He shuts his eyes and thinks. He only got a brief look at the lion, and it's wings and it's claws and it's over all frame. But maybe that was enough. Gleaming mithril plates appear and clamp down on the Black Lions forearms and shoulders. They curve and warp and wrap around, spreading up to the wings until the entire front half of the Black Lion is clad in shining mithril armor. More plates appear and adorn the lion's head with a battle helm, and finally, a massive replica of Darin's jet black dao appears in the air, hovering in Shiro's path. Exhausted, Darin slumps to one knee, offering his friend a thumbs up.
"All yours, pal..."
I SEE HOW IT IS..... 8'(
Some part of him is retroactively sorry for that thought, but if the construct of the robot he's using here minds, it doesn't say so.
The problem, however, seems to be solved as, without warning, armor materializes. Until the Black Lion starts to take on more of the physical shape of the Yellow. Of Hunk's. It's... definitely worth using. More than worth it. The head, and Shiro's turn toward where he'd last seen Darin, briefly, in salute.
And then, with another roar fit to shake the clouds from the atmosphere, the Black Lion dives. Grasping the weapon in its jaws and aiming, unerringly, for the heart of the monster.
IM LITERALLY THE WORST IM SO SORRY
The monstrosity wavers and shudders. Then, as suddenly as it had come on, the creature begins to dissipate like so many dark clouds, slowing light to shine down upon them once again.
Exhausted, Darin lies on his back, staring up into the sky, at Shiro and his impressive Black Lion. The fight wasn't over, not for him anyway. Diomuhr was still around, albeit weakened, but it was enough that Darin could keep him under wraps for the foreseeable future.
He doesn't even have the strength to wave to Shiro, so instead he just closes his eyes and grins.
UNFRIENDS
They hit like a sledgehammer. Like literal thunder. And just keep right on going. For a second, he can't really believe what he's seeing. What they're doing.
But then they're through.
Then it's over. It's over and they're hovering, not landing yet. Part of him, the thrilled, elated part, doesn't want it to be over. Doesn't want to touch the ground again. To lose this feeling. Even if they did win. None of this is actually real.
Thank you.
As if it can really hear him, wherever it is. He hopes, sincerely, it can.
In answer to the gesture from below, there's one last, echoing roar, the Lion fanning out metal wings. A victory pose.
NOOOOOOOOO 8(
"You're such a show off..."