[he - hesitates for maybe a second, he really does, before caleb says three. but then the world itself seems to shift, and before he can spare another thought - he's slamming the hand that holds the microphone into the button at the same moment caleb does. after a second:]
...You don't know anything about me, or him, do you?
[then he turns to the pink haired boy. thinking, thinking, panicking less now than byleth's wound is at least sealedâ]
You're running out of moves to make, Desperate and scared, your world's starting to quake! But we're done falling for your stupid game, So, the things you want, you're not going to claim. And soon you'll see that love is stronger, Tougher, and purer, it'll last far longer! So no matter how you try to force my hand, You know nothing's going the way you planned, And I'll always be here, and I'll always stand!
[it was a close thing. for all her words, byleth thought that might really have been it.
but then the warm glow envelops them, and... blood loss and injury to her shoulder, back and chest aside, she actually feels well enough to try and sit up,
badly. she falls down again immediately. there's only one arm. jeez, this is going to take some getting used to.
instead, she rolls over, and, using her sword mic as a projectile, just straightup yeets it at the last ramuda standing. sword blunt as it is, it's still heavy enough to carry impactâor at the least, distract him.
[ the world seems to be shaking around them, but the golden light eases some of his fear as it wraps around byleth, easing her wounds even if a few words aren't enough to put her back together. for now, it's enough. it will have to be enough. he helps her up when she stumbles and after she yeets her mic, glaring daggers at the last ramuda.
everyone's words afford him a sliver of focus, even if all the blood loss and burning is starting to drag at him, vision wavering along with the stadium. the buttons are pressed, and whatever happens will happen, so while he's holding byleth up he looks at this last, pink-haired boy and speaks in unison with her in a terrible, echoing roar into his stupid, stupid mic. ]
[ at first, nothing happens. both buttons being hit at once seems to do nothing besides set off an alarm for a broken rule. it echoes in the space of the arena, shrill and loud, but then, suddenly, it stops.
all around them, the world fuzzes at the edges again, and seems to tremble, giving a violent shudder and scratch. ramuda sees their attacks coming, and hops backwards, then makes a face as caleb's mic begins to rattle, changing from red to a sickly looking green.
his disintegrate shoots out of the microphone with a powerful burst of energy, just as rupert's starts to glow gold, and byleth and dimitri's combined attack pushes forward to suddenly fill the entire arena with a bright glow of white light.
ramuda makes a noise, a pained, choked off scream, and jerks backwards - as he does, the light grows brighter, brighter, and brighter still, until it's excruciatingly painful to look at.
it takes a good minute for it to fade, and when it does...
the four of them are standing for just a moment, in what appears to be a living room. the air smells warm and spicy, like a meal cooking, and there's faint, soft laughter coming from the kitchen, a cheerful (and hypmic so headphones) tune playing on a pair of visible speakers. each person in the group will feel a sense of warmth, the kind of thing that only comes from a sense of belonging, as two black haired young men come running through the living room and past the group as if they're ghosts, shouting at each other, and then ramming into a taller man in the kitchen with matching black hair. they throw their arms around the older boy and hug him, tight, and for a moment, everything in the world just feels right.
intrinsically, the group will know that their "hostages" are safe - that this was all just an illusion.
one breath passes. two, three.
and then the four of them are standing in the forest on campus. injured, burnt, one only half armed (lol), and no longer carrying microphones, but alive.
rupert will also find that he has a piece of paper in non burnt hand. i can't see this so dont talk about this around me k thank you
anyway congratulations you managed to good end your rap cyoa! proud of you. ]
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...You don't know anything about me, or him, do you?
[then he turns to the pink haired boy. thinking, thinking, panicking less now than byleth's wound is at least sealedâ]
You're running out of moves to make,
Desperate and scared, your world's starting to quake!
But we're done falling for your stupid game,
So, the things you want, you're not going to claim.
And soon you'll see that love is stronger,
Tougher, and purer, it'll last far longer!
So no matter how you try to force my hand,
You know nothing's going the way you planned,
And I'll always be here, and I'll always stand!
[cheesy but it's fine]
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but then the warm glow envelops them, and... blood loss and injury to her shoulder, back and chest aside, she actually feels well enough to try and sit up,
badly. she falls down again immediately. there's only one arm. jeez, this is going to take some getting used to.
instead, she rolls over, and, using her sword mic as a projectile, just straightup yeets it at the last ramuda standing. sword blunt as it is, it's still heavy enough to carry impactâor at the least, distract him.
under her breath, she whispers a shivery:]
Die.
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everyone's words afford him a sliver of focus, even if all the blood loss and burning is starting to drag at him, vision wavering along with the stadium. the buttons are pressed, and whatever happens will happen, so while he's holding byleth up he looks at this last, pink-haired boy and speaks in unison with her in a terrible, echoing roar into his stupid, stupid mic. ]
DIE!
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all around them, the world fuzzes at the edges again, and seems to tremble, giving a violent shudder and scratch. ramuda sees their attacks coming, and hops backwards, then makes a face as caleb's mic begins to rattle, changing from red to a sickly looking green.
his disintegrate shoots out of the microphone with a powerful burst of energy, just as rupert's starts to glow gold, and byleth and dimitri's combined attack pushes forward to suddenly fill the entire arena with a bright glow of white light.
ramuda makes a noise, a pained, choked off scream, and jerks backwards - as he does, the light grows brighter, brighter, and brighter still, until it's excruciatingly painful to look at.
it takes a good minute for it to fade, and when it does...
the four of them are standing for just a moment, in what appears to be a living room. the air smells warm and spicy, like a meal cooking, and there's faint, soft laughter coming from the kitchen, a cheerful (and hypmic so headphones) tune playing on a pair of visible speakers. each person in the group will feel a sense of warmth, the kind of thing that only comes from a sense of belonging, as two black haired young men come running through the living room and past the group as if they're ghosts, shouting at each other, and then ramming into a taller man in the kitchen with matching black hair. they throw their arms around the older boy and hug him, tight, and for a moment, everything in the world just feels right.
intrinsically, the group will know that their "hostages" are safe - that this was all just an illusion.
one breath passes. two, three.
and then the four of them are standing in the forest on campus. injured, burnt, one only half armed (lol), and no longer carrying microphones, but alive.
rupert will also find that he has a piece of paper in non burnt hand. i can't see this so dont talk about this around me k thank you
anyway congratulations you managed to good end your rap cyoa! proud of you. ]