Solar Infanticide, Take Two! (Closed RP, Elric/Nidhogg)

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So, the first attempt had failed, but it was a spectacular failure. Never before had Stormbringer drank a soul yet left something behind. What that something was, was truly horrible- and also perplexing. The inverted sky above was clearly the aesthetic of Chaos- but yet, the soul had tasted like something else. Something foul in a way that Chaos never could be, and Chaos could be foul. The soul he had sucked from the thing was the most disgusting soul he and Stormbringer had ever tasted. He began to wonder now about its identity- its soul had tasted nothing like Chekalakh's. But it was clearly not a Lord of Law or Balance- perhaps a Chaos Lord somehow spawned upon this plane, and had never been native to his own?

Elric had failed, but had not yet given up. He did not wish to ask Smaug to fly up to the sun again, for it had made the dragon feel nearly as ill as drinking the soul had made him. It had not been an easy landing, and he was still bruised and battered from the ordeal. Thankfully, Sunflora's berry had in fact cured the worst of the albino's burns, for which he was grateful. But although he could not attempt the same tactic again, he still had other options.

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the sky's gone out (closed, one-shot)

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The New Sun.

Severian had sailed from the universe within which Urth resided to the universe above, from Briah to Yesod, to bring the New Sun so that Urth might live.

How could this infant-faced cackling monstrosity be that which Severian had brought?

For Thecla knew now that Urth and Earth were one and the same; that Urth lay in Earth's far future, when the moon had been terraformed and planted with forests, and the Hierodules had showered mankind with blessings not unmixed. And she feared the worst: feared that this infant Sun had been fruit of Severian's wanderings. The great ships sailed not only between the stars but across Time. The sailors on those ships met themselves coming and going.

She sought no counsel, as none would avail her. She bethought herself long and searchingly as to how she might commune with this Sun, ask the Conciliator to take mercy upon His people and abort the solar monstrosity. Surely no world could thrive beneath these sickly rays. Her petition was answered only by the Inversion which turned the sun glowing blue, the sky a dull and throbbing yellow.

Thecla knew this could not go on. She climbed the Astronomy Tower, that being as close to the Sun as her earthbound frame could carry her.

Mining the memories of the old Autarch, she passed into a trance taught him many bodies ago. She was no vivimancer, but she thought she could reach out to what had once been herself. What part of the New Sun had been, perhaps, Severian. She focused upon the core of it, and found nothing familiar. Its consciousness was alien. It mocked her. It chortled threats in a primal and inchoate tongueless language.

It engulfed her awareness. It claimed her energy, consumed her for its own gain. It was conserving resources against the battle it knew was coming.

The Chatelaine Thecla shrieked.

Then she popped.

[Open RP] Trick or treat!

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Well, after that mess with kid-Kusu and the yucky pink goo, Wishbone opted to stay inside while the weather was weird.

But just because he was inside doesn't mean he can't celebrate Halloween!

(Granted, he's just doing it to beg for treats, but who wouldn't?)

So Wishbone put on his Beowulf costume, got a little cauldron (that could hold more than it looked), and started walking around Hogwarts, preparing to ask of anyone the eternal question: Trick or treat?