Ex leader of Dar-Mar's Black Sythes

Death is the Road to Awe [Goha's Death] ::: Rough Draft

Mon, 01 Oct 2012 15:36:19 -0400

There he was again, once more sitting outside the circle of people he loved and cared about just because he couldn’t communicate to them.

Those last days of the battle with oncoming death wore on him like a grinder to a car’s bones. His ears were completely relaxed, drifting out to the sides of his head instead of being upright or even back against it. His eyes had become very sunken, the insomnia causing severe bags to build up under them. If was funny; even though he hadn’t been able to dream in a few weeks now, his dreams pursued him in the living realm. Hallucinations were non-stop now, and he had given up on being able to tell reality from what his mind tortured him with.

Speaking of, there was this really persistent hallucination that had followed him through the whole transformation. A black, slender creature. It walked on four legs; two claws – its front ones – and two hoofed legs similar to his own. Those two legs were the only characteristics they shared. He found it odd that they struck him so deeply, even deeper than its beady yellow eyes, which would stare at him every night when he should’ve been sleeping. It would talk to him in a voice very akin to some sort of shady salesman, ears forward and smirk never leaving its face. That smirk… it was practically from ear to ear, with teeth to match its sinister intent.

The creature sat in front of him even now, while his daughter, son, and their new friends talked about something or other he couldn’t be assed to care about, there it was; a giant black Scythe mutation, resting on its haunches, towering over him with its neck curled so it could press the top of its own muzzle to his like some sort of close proximity stare down. Goha didn’t bother looking up into its eyes or its grin. He tried instead to focus on his children and the mixture of faces he knew well and had never seen before. They were the only things keeping him fully sane, from completely giving in to the ever-creeping black coloration on his body. It’d reached all the way up to his cheeks now. Any minute and he’d be completely gone.

He wouldn’t have that.

Not with them around.

The creature leaning against him suddenly sat up and turned its head to the back of the auditorium, hissing lightly and baring its teeth in an upset frown. Funny, he’d never seen that before. The stallion looked up at it, then turned to look where it was slightly. There was a door that led into the building, and on top of it was a ledge where a second floor of customers could sit for whatever event was going on in the stage in front of him. So what? What was so unordinary in that?

Then, his eyes looked a little higher than the balcony’s railing.

There, standing perfectly centered and still above the door, was Wajid. A monster, a snake; that god-forsaken super soldier general who had made the humans his bitch for all of these years. He grinned something very close to what Goha’s hallucination would’ve been proud of, hands gripping the railing tight for a second. The scythe in front of the black and grey stallion snarled, snapping its jaws in a short bark-like noise.

This couldn’t be good.

“Hey…” Goha began to whisper, grabbing the crutch beside him and using his shaky, weak hands to push him up to his leg from his chair, “Hey! HEY! Get off’a there!”

Brandi and her friends turned to look in the direction of the crazy shouting. She blushed slightly, covering her face while sauntering up to the edge of the stage. A soft sigh slipped from her lips.

“Dad, it’s okay. Nothings the-“

“Look fer yerselves!” Goha growled, pointing in the direction he saw the super soldier standing, “Look! LOOK!”

Their heads turned. Eyes roamed all over the entrance to the amphitheater, but there was nothing in sight. Goha looked back and glared at where Wajid stood, then gawked. He was gone? What?

“Dad, please… I know you’ve been going under some very stressful things… but this place is safe! No one knows about it but us.”

The scythe began snarling again. This time it stood to its feet and whipped out its long tail, keeping it as high as it could pull it up while its eyes remained locked on the door.

Tell them they’re coming.

“Who’s coming?”

Brandi put her hand on her face and shook her head. There he was, talking to himself again. The poor man… it must’ve been difficult to know he was slipping away. Even today, he wasn’t the father she knew had raised her to be who she was.

“Dad, please, I-“

“The government is coming.”

Everyone silenced. ELUS looked forward at Brandi, red eyes narrowed as the equestrian looked back and shrugged lightly, throwing her empress an apologetic look.

“Dad, look. No one’s coming to get us-“

“Brandi, please.”

The look in Goha’s eyes was one of torment, or fear. He turned and limped over to the edge of the stage, pulling himself up onto it as Brandi shook her head and put out her arms to stop him.

“Please, y’gotta trust me. I know I’m crazy, I know I’m losin’ it, but I also know I’m right this time. Please… jus’… trust me.”

She looked back at her friends, hands falling to her sides. ELUS, the real one in charge of the group, stared at the old horse for a moment before shrugging and looking up to Brandi.

“It couldn’t hurt. H’after all, it never hurts to be safe.”

“Yeah!” piped a short blonde haired woman, “What’s that earthling expression? Better safe than sorry?”

Brandi groaned softly before turning to her father and nodding.

“Alright, we’ll go. But you take care of yourself, okay?”

Goha smiled, eyes glistening with pride. He was about to speak before a human male’s voice came over the theatre’s speakers.

“HALT! We have you surrounded! Come out with your hands up and leave your weapons behind!”

Goha’s ears pinned as he turned and stared straight at the door. Wajid was back in the spot he saw him before, snickering as the rest of them panicked. ‘What’re we gonna do?’ Brandi whined; a few foreign tongues and a ‘let’s not panic now’ followed before the stallion twisted his head back to them and let out a loud, terrifying, roar-like whinny.

“SHUT UP AND LISTEN HERE!”

Everyone silenced, staring at the one who broke their panic. Goha limped to the front of the stage, having been denied the ability to get up onto it, and looked from face to face as he spoke.

“Ya assholes! Don’t start panicking now or we’ll never get outta here alive. There’s a false door in th’back o’ the stage,” he pointed with his hand, leaning on his crutch for support, “take that, and it should lead yeh ta th’underground I built fer th’Black Scythes. Once everyone’s in past th’door, push the button on th’side of th’wall. It’ll seal th’door shut so not even the best forensics team could find it. Ye’llhave ten minutes t’get t’the underground before the tunnel seals itself shut fer good. I’ll hold ‘em off until then.”

“Dad, wait-” Brandi stepped forward, squatting at the edge of the stage. Trucks were beginning to unload outside, and the speaker’s voice came over the intercom again. “Please, dad- you should come with us.”

His hand reached out for her face. She took it gently, guiding it to her muzzle as she nuzzled it softly, eyes stinging.

“Brandi… my lil’ glass o’Brandi,” he smiled softly, “I’m really proud o’yeh. I’ve watched ya grow up since ya was a little filly, an’ now I get t’rescue yer ass from the streets once more. Except, these streets ain’t made of pavement.”

“Dad, please,” Brandi held his hand in hers now, leaking the aforementioned tears, “… come with us. Please.”

“I’m old, I’m dyin’. I can’t go on like this anymore, Brandi. Please… jus’ git on and let an old man be by himself one last time ‘fore the reaper comes fer him.”

Her brows furrowed and she began to tremble. Her brother watched, fearful, before walking up to her and placing a hand on her shoulder.

“We should do as he says, sis. He knows what he’s doing.”

“…” Brandi sniffled, whimpering, “I love you, daddy.”

“I love you too, baby,” Goha withdrew his hand and smiled, a single tear falling from his eye, “Go, take yer friends t’the underground. You’ll know what to do next.”

There was knocking at the door. Banging, shouting. All of them turned and looked at it for a moment before Brandi stood up and stepped back, holding her brother’s hand. The group of people moved back towards the back of the stage and felt around against the wall, a small rectangular door popping out of it once the right slab was pressed. Goha turned himself around completely, back facing them, and adjusted himself against the edge of the stage. He could feel his two adopted children’s eyes on him as he heard the door shut, then seal, behind them.

“It looks like it’s time, ol’ bud,” he looked at the scythe, which had never backed down in its snarl towards the door, “I ain’t gonna lie… I’m scared outta m’fuckin’ balls right now.”

The scythe calmed, tail relaxing to the floor. It turned its head, then faced him. He could hear its footsteps echo around them, calming his soul despite the loud banging at the door. He watched it sit down in front of him, blocking out the view of the entrance so his attention was focused solely on it. His ears drooped, eyes watering. He tilted his head up to look it in the eye, and for once, the old man allowed all of his anxieties, fears, and worries show to someone besides the mirror.

“Goha,” his hallucination spoke softly to him, like a mother to her child, “it’s only natural to fear death. You’re no better or worse than anyone else because of that fact.”

“I… I guess. But… all these years, I ain’t feared anythin’ so badly. Hell, only a few weeks ago was death even an option fer me. I knew it had to have happened eventually, but… I never thought…”

The creature in front of him reached out one of its front legs and wrapped it around his leg in a gentle hug-like gesture, rumbling softly in its throat as if laughing at his ideology.

“Yes… death is very rare for a Scythe - even a Black one like you. But even still, gods tremble at his name. His very essence brings the world to her knees before him like a desperate puppet before her maker. We are no different than these.

“Goha… death is calling for us. He beckons for us by name, and we should answer him.”

“N-no…” he trembled, “I don’t want to go. Not yet…”

The door to the amphitheater burst open, bleeding bright light from outside in. Men and animals barged through their entrance and took positions around the whole outer curve of it, making sure there was no spot left untouched for some unlucky soul to hide in. Goha grimaced and lowered his muzzle, tears pouring, as the smarmy super soldier Wajid stepped in last, hands behind his back.

“Get on the ground and put your weapons down!” a soldier shouted, gun aimed in the same direction as its brothers: centered on the only person in the theatre.

His hand felt heavy. The old stallion looked down and saw a tommy gun gripped tightly in his hand. How did that get there? He lifted his head to look once more at the Scythe, who chuckled softly and pressed its head on top of his again, puffing out its throat in excitement.

“He’s calling us, Goha. I know you’re scared, but don’t let that get to you. The pain from Death’s first sweep only lasts for a few seconds. Then, we’ll be free. We can run, and jump, and watch over the ones we love from a much happier and pleasant place. How long has it been since you’ve been able to run free?”

“GET DOWN ON THE GROUND!”

Goha’s ears twitched and he looked up for a moment at the soldiers before returning his attention to the creature before him, “Eh- uh… almos’ th-thirty years…”

“Thirty years! Wow! See? It’ll be better when we leave this stinking old heap of earth and go be free.

“Death makes no promises other than bringing peace to those who please him and havoc to those who have failed him. If anything else, it’ll get you off that painful leg and allow you to breathe on your own, with a new body and soul.”

Goha hesitated.

“Come on… what do you say?”

Wajid’s red sash glistened in the sunlight beaming in behind him, head tilting down. There was something wrong in this situation. Not only were those of the Nine missing, but there was some sort of stallion sitting by the stage. For some reason his eyes couldn’t pick up what the other looked like - despite their uncanny sharpness. Must’ve just been a glitch in his programming. He lifted his head higher and hissed lightly, signaling his second-in-command to speak for him.

“Where’d they go? And don’t play naive - we know they were here. Where are the Nine?”

Goha’s ears slowly lifted. He remained alert to the Scythe pressed up against him, hands trembling as he held the tommy gun close to his chest.

“… Does it mean I’m a coward if I’m scared, though?”

The scythe chuckled softly, “No. It just means you’re a person. A living creature. One who doesn’t want to give up the fight just yet, but knows that inevitably he will have to someday. If not today, another day after this. It is acting upon that fear that makes you the coward, my friend.”

He tried swallowing down the lump in his throat. The stage had begun to hurt his rump die to having pressed against the muscle for so long, but he focused elsewhere. His eyes closed, wishing once more to just see his friends before he’d go.

A hand rested on his shoulder. Goha looked to his side and saw Rose standing beside him, a smile on her face.

“Give them hell, sweetheart.”

Suddenly, several different presences were behind him. He twisted and turned, tears welling up in his eyes at the sight. All of his friends slowly appeared out of the different shadows and objects, strong and sturdy where they stood. His ears lifted high and he chuckled a little in disbelief, lips shakily upturning.

Bone Daddy stepped forward and bumped his other shoulder. Goha looked at him and grunted, trying hard not to cry in front of everyone.

“Ey, oldfag. Make sure t’take out a few for me, a’ight?”

He nodded once, wiping the tear from his eye with the back of one of his hands for a moment. Next, Aldous stepped forward, grinning ear-to-ear and looking as terrifying as he’d ever seen him.

“Ja… und leave some for me. If they’re anything like you said, I vont to cut zen open myself… find out vat ist inside zem! Give zem vhat zey deserve!”

“Yeah, ya mutt,” a short little man hobbled forward, snickering in his jockey uniform, “give ‘um hell! Tear ‘um to shreds!”

“Don’t worry about Brandi and your wives,” Chris, a tall, baritones, white stallion grunted while crossing his arms, “I’ll make sure they’re taken care of.”

“Yeah, boss,” a rabbit hopped from behind his leg and clapped his paws, “we’ll take care of the rest. You just listen to the ol’ Scythe there and give them what they came for! A light show!”

One by one his friends came forward and confessed a few words of encouragement to him. Goha swore he would never cry in front of these people, but how could he avoid it when they were comforting him in his time of need? The stallion trembled as he felt Rose’s hand squeeze his shoulder again, telling him it was alright. After all, he was about to die… And if a dying man couldn’t relieve himself of a few emotional leaks… well.

After the last had spoken, all of the memories lifted one arm in the air and shouted, cheering him on with one last “YEAH,” the sound so strong in unison that he felt his spirit quiver. The stallion looked up at his Scythe companion and felt himself grow stronger, muscles tensing, eyes lifting, ears rising, standing up on his own and pushing the other upright just slightly.

“Are you ready to answer the call, my friend?”

Goha gripped his gun tight. “… When yeh take over… y’know.. when I lose th’battle against this insanity ‘r whatever’s tryin’ t’get me… Will…”

He looked up at the other, “Will that hurt?”

The Scythe licked the stallion’s nose lightly and chuckled, “it’ll be like falling asleep. No pain, just grogginess and a few last words of conscious thought.”

He gripped his gun tighter, closing his eyes. Was he ready? The tip of his muzzle where he was licked turned as black as the rest of his body, and it slowly crept up his face, pausing just before his eyes. His trembling subsided and he found himself swallowing deep. The hands on his shoulders tightened.

“… I’m ready.”

The apparitions behind him began to fade away into nothing as the Scythe press its head once more against his. Only, this time, it laid its head on his shoulder, scooted closer, and embraced him with its arms while coiling its tail around him.

“Just relax; we’ll be home soon.”

Goha breathed out slowly as the creature completely enveloped him, growling and snarling in his ear due to its own angry nature. He whimpered, then gasped when it bit his shoulder, the black coloration filling up the last grey bits of his face until he was completely colorless, resting back against the stage for support in the shock to his system. He grumbled and hissed, body going through some sort of new painful sensation.

First, his fingers lengthened - nails growing out into shatter resistant claws. His muzzle cracked and the unnatural hump it had flattened out while the whole thing extended, tapering into a sleek but toothy grin. His ears widened out and pinned back in pain. The mane he once had fell out of his neck, and the back of his skull grew out into a long, thin, fan-like protrusion. He shed all of his fur at once, skin smoothing out into a latex-like texture as his torso healed over the nanite-infested plexiglass, giving him a brand new covering over the man-made medical device. His missing leg popped out the metal it had imbedded in it - no more need for that since the mechanical leg wasn’t there anymore. He grew a new leg instead, a hoofed one to match his current one. The Tommy gun in his hands felt lighter than before.

The soldiers looked at each other in disbelief. The creature they aimed at had become just that; a monster, a different thing altogether. Wajid’s head tilted and he found himself lost for a grin, instead frowning at the strange happenings before him.

It was then he realized just who the creature was. None other than the one he’d sought after for so many years, that bastard stallion he’d been trying to get revenge on ever since the death of his wife. The general lifted his sword and pointed it at him, grin once more returning. It never did leave him for too long.

“Heh. Heh. Heh.”

When Goha opened his eyes, he was no longer there. The creature that stood in his place had taken over, eyes like pure, refined gold. His mind was gone, lost completely to the one instinct imbedded within it his entire life.

Kill. Destroy.

The Scythe hissed loudly and turned his gun towards those soldiers in the back of the auditorium, laughing hysterically. His eyes locked on Wajid before he fired off his gun, disregarding any warnings he’d been given previously.

“HSSSSRAAAH!”

Wajid snapped his sword forward, signaling the others to fire.

It was a bloody massacre.

The Scythe’s body jumped back and fourth in its place, jerking like a puppet in the hands of a child. Bullets riddled his body, tearing up the flesh piece by piece, splattering him everywhere on the stage and floor. He lifted his head up and let out a loud howl before jumping forward, body practically melting with all the lasers and bullets firing into it.

Wajid’s sword lifted, arms prepared for when the massive creature would meet him. Steady hands caused the leather to creak when he tightened his grip on the hilt, eyes hidden behind that red sash. Everything went silent. Then, with a single push forward, the soldier flew right passed his enemy with superior speed and stopped right in front of the stage, sword now pointing down at the bottom of ground. A single droplet of blood mixed with preservation fluid slithered down the blade and intermingled with a smaller splatter on the floor.

Goha’s body stood still for a moment. The other soldiers stopped firing and watched as he staggered backwards, having only jumped a yard or two from his original place, then fell onto his back a few feet from the super soldier’s shoes. His mouth split open and his tongue lulled out, blood draining from his nose and throat, eyes wide open. A diagonal cut that spread from his left shoulder to his right hip tore his body into two clean pieces, leaving everything he bore inside him for display. The Tommy gun he held had been split too, and now spilled bullets all over the piles of blood and flesh that once was a living, breathing life.

Wajid lifted his sword and cleaned it with the long draping ends of his sash, adding another to his kill strike. He turned and hissed at the body lying on the ground, squatting to pluck one of the overgrown wolf teeth the old man had developed in his age. It would be a good reminder of the day his enemy had died at last by his own blade.

“They’re not here, boss,” his second in command walked up to him, his head following Wajid as he stood, “we can’t find any trace of ‘em anywhere. We must’ve just gotten the wrong information.”

The general just hissed and looked up at the rest of his men. With a nod of his head, they began shuffling out of the amphitheater, reaching square one once more in their hunt for the heros prophesied to end their reign.

Little did they know, the Nine were there - just hidden. Hidden away in a tunnel that no one would find again, and that warned all of them it had seven minutes until it would collapse upon itself. What they thought was a solid door was actually a one-way mirror, programmed to look and feel like the cold cement wall on the outside while retaining most of its transparent qualities. Tamaxeo and Brandi had seen the whole thing, eyes wide and bodies shaking. If it weren’t for their leader pulling them away, the two of them might have remained there until the tunnel imploded, unable to draw their teary eyes from their once-adoptive father’s body.

The last of the soldiers left, Wajid spitting on his enemy’s body before sheathing his sword and following his men out to their vehicles. Tamax found himself unable to move, hand pressed against the wall. Brandi had to pry him from his spot, holding him close in her grief as they fled to safety.

The wind blew gently through the doorway to the amphitheater. A soft wind, more like a breeze than anything. Dust scattered in as it wafted over the floor and through the chairs, searching for something. Smoke began to hiss through the wind until suddenly, in the dark shadows behind the Scythe’s body, a figure rose. Two bony prongs shot off of the creature’s nose, his face made of just his skull with two beady yellow and red eyes that rolled in between each empty socket. The god’s long arm stretched from where he stood and into the light, pinky nail reaching down to touch the chest of the corpse that laid in front of him.

“Goha,” M’yrath hissed slightly, “you old fool. I never thought you would be the one to do it until I saw this whole thing myself.

“Congratulations,” his pure white claw began soaking up the black coloration of the body, draining the Scythe-like characteristics out of it, “you’ve been the one to set my whole prophesy into motion.”

A spot on M’yrath’s side glowed, skin healing over where he had peeled it so long ago. He sat in front of the body, resting his hand and tapping his pinky claw in thought.

“For your sacrifice, old man, I’ll give you a gift. From now on, your children are no longer my children, but are forever their own type of creature.”

He lifted his face and breathed in, then, with a single, quiet whisper, puffed out his lungful of air and watched as it created ripples in the air around them. His ears perked, listening to the curious and worried cries as creature, male, female, and all in between, had their infected DNA withdrawn from them and were now given a new life to live without dependency on any sort of mineral or drug to get by.

M’yrath lifted his pinky in the air, collecting the black bits of flesh that flooded into the area via the open door, his old wound healing over completely and glistening as if brand new. With a smirk, he looked from his side to the body in front of him, feeling just slight remorse at the grey stallion’s face lying in his own blood so disgracefully.

“I’ll make sure to fix you up for your family. I wouldn’t want that wife of yours seeing you in such a horrible place…”

He leaned down and laid his head even with the body, breathing out of his nose forcefully. The corpse blew away as if it was made from sand, just fading off into the dust while his blood and weapon were left behind for evidence.

“There. Now, if you’ll excuse me old man, I’ve got some long-needed business to attend to.”

M’yrah stood up and turned to face the door, fading away into smoke and wind that flew out of the door and into the sky.

Goha?

Thu, 16 Aug 2012 01:44:22 -0400

xiv-xion:

blackscythesofdarmar:

/He smiled when she took his hand, using more of his energy to try and materialize to where she could hold his hand. It obviously taxed him, but he wanted his best for her./

Good, good. School? I’m proud of yeh. Better stay in it, ya hear? /wags a finger teasingly/ Not everyone gets t’go ta school that wants ta.

{Holding his hand, the small Nobody didn’t dare let go of him and just nodded a little as he spoke.}

I promise to stay in it. I promise to finish and do things so I can get a good job and every thing. An’ and maybe I can find a way to get you a way to come back.

/he smiled and squeezed her hand gently, enjoying her tight grip. It didn’t hurt, even if it should have - considering he was dead, the only thing it did was wear him out a little more./

Good fer ya, Little Xion. I look forward to that day, but don’t worry ‘bout me too much- yeh? I know yer sad ‘n’ shit that I’m gone… but you know, death ain’t that bad of a place. ‘Specially fer an old asshole like I was.

It’ll be okay, Xi. It really will be.

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Wed, 15 Aug 2012 22:51:17 -0400

foolish-pleasure replied to your post: God no! You can’t be dead! You were a dick to work with but...

Wed, 15 Aug 2012 22:50:17 -0400

foolish-pleasure replied to your post: God no! You can’t be dead! You were a dick to work with but your humor was flawless! *falls to his knees dramatically*

Who am I going to work for now? It’s boring making all this money for myself.

Go work fer th’Saints. Gwen’s a close friend’a mine, so is Liam, who might be better t’talk to considerin’ Gwen’s busy.

Or, you could see if yer worthy enough t’work fer Vengeance. I got connections ta their leader, too. But he ain’t so nice like I was, so yer gonna have to either deal with it or pussy out like a faggot. Got it?

If I hear word you ended up gettin’ skullfucked cause ya sucked dick at obeyin;, I’m gonna laugh at you. Laugh so hard you’ll hear it.

Goha?

Wed, 15 Aug 2012 22:44:11 -0400

xiv-xion:

blackscythesofdarmar:

/he opened his arms too, but frowned when she phased right through him. Turning to kneel right by her, he sighs/

Sorry, Xi. ‘Fraid I’m not gonna be here fer long… so I can’t be as uh… physical as I was ‘fore. I’ve missed you too girlie /tries to ruffle her hair, managing to do so slightly only after intense focus/. You bein’ good or you causin’ trouble like the rest of those kids out there?

{Sitting up she just stared at the other, clearly upset by him not being able to stick around like he used to. As he ruffled her hair, small leather clad hands reached up to hold his hand.}

I’m being good…..I promise. I’m finally gonna go to school soon.

/He smiled when she took his hand, using more of his energy to try and materialize to where she could hold his hand. It obviously taxed him, but he wanted his best for her./

Good, good. School? I’m proud of yeh. Better stay in it, ya hear? /wags a finger teasingly/ Not everyone gets t’go ta school that wants ta.

Hey, Rose. Sorry 'bout earlier. Guess I was just a little excited- By the way, Jezebell thanks ya for the necklace, and the letter.

Wed, 15 Aug 2012 22:42:11 -0400

((wow I JUST SAW THIS; pretending its when he was alive omfg))

No problem, Xigbar. Just want you to know you do have a place, even if you’re closer in terms of friendship with me and “the big man.”

I’m glad she appreciates the necklace, and must be doing well if she’s seen and talked to you. Lord knows our target, Karuba, has treated that poor woman like dirt.

God no! You can't be dead! You were a dick to work with but your humor was flawless! falls to his knees dramatically

Wed, 15 Aug 2012 22:40:51 -0400

/looks at the other and huffs/

You fuckin- yeh, I’ve been dead fer a long while, jackass. But thanks fer the drama.

… /cracks a small smile/

I knew you liked m’humor. Even if ya were pretty useless outsidea gettin’ me good cash.

Seein’ as I’m gonna be here for a little while, gods permissin’… I should go...

Wed, 15 Aug 2012 22:34:15 -0400

Seein’ as I’m gonna be here for a little while, gods permissin’…

I should go cause some trouble. Visit some ol’ friends…

Heheh /smirks, baring his sharp teeth/

Yeah, that sounds mighty fine right now.

Goha?

Wed, 15 Aug 2012 22:32:14 -0400

xiv-xion:

blackscythesofdarmar:

Nnh… baby girl…

/his appearance was faded, hollow, and transluscent. A ghost through and through/

Heh… Only came here to visit another asshole who died prematureleh… But yeh. It’s me.

Ne~ You came to visit another asshole! I missed you bunches!

{Running over to the other, she attempted to hug him, only resulting in her falling flat on her face.}

Owie…..

/he opened his arms too, but frowned when she phased right through him. Turning to kneel right by her, he sighs/

Sorry, Xi. ‘Fraid I’m not gonna be here fer long… so I can’t be as uh… physical as I was ‘fore. I’ve missed you too girlie /tries to ruffle her hair, managing to do so slightly only after intense focus/. You bein’ good or you causin’ trouble like the rest of those kids out there?

Xigbar, yeh broke yer promise.

Wed, 15 Aug 2012 22:30:41 -0400

rforreload:

blackscythesofdarmar:

rforreload:

She’s well. Gettin’ ready for the war, since I told her about… Karuba.

She’s even hiring. We’re lookin’ at someone you might know. Jeremiah?

God bless ‘er. She’s such a strong woma-

Wait. Jeremiah? Jeremiah Sinner?

God bless tha’ faggot, she hates ‘im so much. I bet she’s gonna murder ‘im. ahh, how I wish I could see tha’.

Me too. I hope she rips him a new one during the initiation.

Though, I’m curious, Seabiscuit. I ain’t exactly dead… But what about you? What’s the whole afterlife about?

Hey now, the man may need a new hole in hi’face, but he’s a good loyal asshole once yeh get him on yer side. He almost left the Sons of ADAM for the Scythes when I talked ‘im into it years ago, if it weren’t for his cunt-faced Boss.

God, I can’t stand that man.

Anyway- ‘fraid I can’t tell you what th’afterlife’s like. It ain’t no secret, but it’s different fer every land, apparently. Me? I’m livin’ it up in paradise. No wounded leg, no fuckin’ glass midsection. /he gestured to himself, showing how he in fact was unwounded and much younger looking than he had been before/ It’s fuckin’ human heaven, but fer assholes like me.

I hope yers has some shootin’ ground for yeh. I know you’d prob’ly die without yer guns, Scarface. It seems like yeh’ve already died with ‘em! HAH! /laughs and slaps his knee, as if he was the funniest shit ever/

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Wed, 15 Aug 2012 22:25:47 -0400

Goha?

Wed, 15 Aug 2012 22:25:07 -0400

xiv-xion:

Is that you buddy?

Nnh… baby girl…

/his appearance was faded, hollow, and transluscent. A ghost through and through/

Heh… Only came here to visit another asshole who died prematureleh… But yeh. It’s me.

Xigbar, yeh broke yer promise.

Wed, 15 Aug 2012 22:21:46 -0400

rforreload:

blackscythesofdarmar:

Yeh, it’s me, Scarface.

Don’t worry ‘bout it. I know shit’s getting kinda rough up there.

… How’s m’Rose doin’?

She’s well. Gettin’ ready for the war, since I told her about… Karuba.

She’s even hiring. We’re lookin’ at someone you might know. Jeremiah?

God bless ‘er. She’s such a strong woma-

Wait. Jeremiah? Jeremiah Sinner?

God bless tha’ faggot, she hates ‘im so much. I bet she’s gonna murder ‘im. ahh, how I wish I could see tha’.

Xigbar, yeh broke yer promise.

Wed, 15 Aug 2012 22:16:46 -0400

rforreload:

blackscythesofdarmar:

But I can’t entirely blame yeh.

Grey faces are th’ worst.

Goha! Is that seriously you?

Look, I mean to keep my promise, I did-

Stuff got in the way.

Yeh, it’s me, Scarface.

Don’t worry ‘bout it. I know shit’s getting kinda rough up there.

… How’s m’Rose doin’?

Xigbar, yeh broke yer promise.

Wed, 15 Aug 2012 22:10:14 -0400

But I can’t entirely blame yeh.

Grey faces are th’ worst.

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Tue, 14 Aug 2012 21:17:26 -0400

rforreload: So we’re basically getting ready for war and Rose is still bothering with the...

Tue, 14 Aug 2012 21:15:03 -0400

rforreload:

So we’re basically getting ready for war and Rose is still bothering with the initiation.

#silly filly JUST LET HIM IN

Excuse you, Xigbar. I do believe you mean Miss Rose.

Getting ready for war means preparing your men for safety, and keeping them as such. Jeremiah, unknown to you which is forgiveable since you’re new here, was a member of the Sons of ADAM- Goha’s number one threat and only rival when he was alive. In fact, Jeremiah had once taken a hit out on my husband’s life, and though it failed and they somewhat bonded, I have my doubts.

Especially considering our terms with the Sons of ADAM currently.

You may have been close to my husband, Xigbar, and I may appreciate your closeness myself, but don’t forget there are lines that even you cannot cross.

[Text] Hey rose, its jeremiah sinner. I know i didnt have the best relationship with goha, but i wanted to see if i could help u with the scythes at all? xigbar told me u guys need help and since ur friends with the saints i thought id offer, since im out of a job and top hat really doesnt wanna see me anymore so yeah.[/text]

Tue, 14 Aug 2012 21:08:10 -0400

/looks down at her cell phone when it rings, then smiles/

[text] I don’t know, Jeremiah. You’ll have to go through initiation to see if you can help. But if you get through, I can promise 2 help you. Just get up here with what weapons Top Hat gave you and we’ll give you a challenge. If you survive, you can join. [/text]

/With that, she closes her phone and turns it off, a small smile to herself. Sure, Jeremiah seemed honest, but considering he used to work for their enemy and tried to assassinate her husband at one point- he definitely wasn’t trustworthy. She’d never forgive him for it, regardless of whether or not Goha was a friend of his. “Friend”./

Ooc: finale

Sat, 04 Aug 2012 14:57:28 -0400

Since I can’t seem to strike up a muse to finish the comics, I’ll post the finale in chapters form instead.

Once I get Internet to my laptop and can post/queue a few drafts of it.

It’s extremely long, but it’s pretty thorough on what happened. Mostly because th beginning needs a bit of an introduction until you establish the where/who/when, ect. Then it gets juicy

Just a bit of an update so I don’t leave you guys completely hanging. I hope you don’t mind a read; it’ll be good for anyone who’s interested in how he actually dies, and what his death provides for the rest of the city and his people.

Thanks again!

-Era

Ooc: the finale

Sat, 04 Aug 2012 03:52:49 -0400

Since I can’t seem to strike up a muse to finish the comics, I’ll post the finale in chapters form instead.

Once I get Internet to my laptop and can post/queue a few drafts of it.

It’s extremely long, but it’s pretty thorough on what happened. Mostly because th beginning needs a bit of an introduction until you establish the where/who/when, ect. Then it gets juicy

Thanks again!

-Era

Ex leader of Dar-Mar's Black Sythes

Death is the Road to Awe [Goha's Death] ::: Rough Draft

Goha?

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foolish-pleasure replied to your post: God no! You can’t be dead! You were a dick to work with but...

Goha?

Hey, Rose. Sorry 'bout earlier. Guess I was just a little excited- By the way, Jezebell thanks ya for the necklace, and the letter.

God no! You can't be dead! You were a dick to work with but your humor was flawless! *falls to his knees dramatically*

Seein’ as I’m gonna be here for a little while, gods permissin’… I should go...

Goha?

Xigbar, yeh broke yer promise.

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Goha?

Xigbar, yeh broke yer promise.

Xigbar, yeh broke yer promise.

Xigbar, yeh broke yer promise.

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rforreload: So we’re basically getting ready for war and Rose is still bothering with the...

Ooc: finale

Ooc: the finale

God no! You can't be dead! You were a dick to work with but your humor was flawless! falls to his knees dramatically