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The strange dragon deftly wove through the outside grounds… however, instead of trying to escape the Crescendo like any normal dragon would, the intruder seemed to dive right into the wind.

Were they just crazy? Did they just make a horrible decision. Or, well, was there something stranger going on? Something worse?

Whatever it was, the intruder had already succeeded. Somewhat.

Cirrus’ Welcome Party pt. 2

*Cirrus sheepishly waves goodbye to Mortem as he leaves backstage and into the crowd, and she goes back to getting ready for the stage.*

*Meanwhile, Irise is staring down Plaguebringer, and though she doesn’t move, she continually mouths “Do. Not. Touch. The. Decor. Please.” at her, knowing full well Plaguebringer is just doing this to bother her at this point. By the irritated look on her face, this has been going on for at least a good minute or so.*

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*Windsinger, seeing that a majority of the dragons were seated (considering how the Palace was mostly filled with his Exalts, that’s the most he’s going to get out of them), starts shouting out to the audience.* ATTENTION, EVERYONE! ATTENTION! YOU TOO, GERALD! DON’T THINK I DON’T SEE YOU OVER THERE!

*he clears his throat once everyone has hushed down, which takes a moment* Alright, now that I have everyone’s attention, I know you are all excited to meet the new apprentice, but first, we have a lovely performance from the one and only, Daybreak! Please give her a hand! *the audience applauds as Windsinger leaves the stage and Cirrus walks on.*

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*The way she carries herself suddenly shifts the moment she steps on the stage. She seems to be beaming with confidence, like she could easily take on the world if she so chose to. After a brief but poignant introduction, she pulled out her harp and begun her song. She starts off with a traditional song from the Plateau, which she plays beautifully with seeming ease. It’s not long before she hits the chorus of the song, and she takes into the air with intricate dances throughout the hall.*

*She swoops down and passes Mortem for a moment in her flight, her tail fluff briefly brushes under his face before she arcs back up. Her usual scent is overtaken by a smell of citrus and pine. …It’s hard to tell, (for Mortem, at the very least) whether or not she did that intentionally.*

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The Bogsneak rolled her eyes. This had gotten much too out of hand, so might as well just get it all out of the way now…

One vial was swiftly plucked from her hand and thrown directly into the Guardian’s face, seemingly to shatter in on purpose. When the vial made contact, it seemed to release some kind of greenish mist… The mist itself only blocked Irise’s vision temporarily, though. It began to spread over the entire audience.

She saw not a Bogsneak, but a red Mirror flee the scene.

Cirrus’ Welcome Party pt. 2

*Cirrus sheepishly waves goodbye to Mortem as he leaves backstage and into the crowd, and she goes back to getting ready for the stage.*

*Meanwhile, Irise is staring down Plaguebringer, and though she doesn’t move, she continually mouths “Do. Not. Touch. The. Decor. Please.” at her, knowing full well Plaguebringer is just doing this to bother her at this point. By the irritated look on her face, this has been going on for at least a good minute or so.*

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*Windsinger, seeing that a majority of the dragons were seated (considering how the Palace was mostly filled with his Exalts, that’s the most he’s going to get out of them), starts shouting out to the audience.* ATTENTION, EVERYONE! ATTENTION! YOU TOO, GERALD! DON’T THINK I DON’T SEE YOU OVER THERE!

*he clears his throat once everyone has hushed down, which takes a moment* Alright, now that I have everyone’s attention, I know you are all excited to meet the new apprentice, but first, we have a lovely performance from the one and only, Daybreak! Please give her a hand! *the audience applauds as Windsinger leaves the stage and Cirrus walks on.*

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*The way she carries herself suddenly shifts the moment she steps on the stage. She seems to be beaming with confidence, like she could easily take on the world if she so chose to. After a brief but poignant introduction, she pulled out her harp and begun her song. She starts off with a traditional song from the Plateau, which she plays beautifully with seeming ease. It’s not long before she hits the chorus of the song, and she takes into the air with intricate dances throughout the hall.*

*She swoops down and passes Mortem for a moment in her flight, her tail fluff briefly brushes under his face before she arcs back up. Her usual scent is overtaken by a smell of citrus and pine. …It’s hard to tell, (for Mortem, at the very least) whether or not she did that intentionally.*

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“If you intend on causing a scene, can it not wait for a few minutes? Please, I just got here.”

The Bogsneak sarcastically answered, loosening her grip on the vials ever so slightly. There was a bit of anger in her voice… but, well, it was mostly masked by all that sarcasm.

“At least give me five minutes before I have to leave. The flight here was a nightmare.”

Cirrus’ Welcome Party pt. 2

*Cirrus sheepishly waves goodbye to Mortem as he leaves backstage and into the crowd, and she goes back to getting ready for the stage.*

*Meanwhile, Irise is staring down Plaguebringer, and though she doesn’t move, she continually mouths “Do. Not. Touch. The. Decor. Please.” at her, knowing full well Plaguebringer is just doing this to bother her at this point. By the irritated look on her face, this has been going on for at least a good minute or so.*

—————

*Windsinger, seeing that a majority of the dragons were seated (considering how the Palace was mostly filled with his Exalts, that’s the most he’s going to get out of them), starts shouting out to the audience.* ATTENTION, EVERYONE! ATTENTION! YOU TOO, GERALD! DON’T THINK I DON’T SEE YOU OVER THERE!

*he clears his throat once everyone has hushed down, which takes a moment* Alright, now that I have everyone’s attention, I know you are all excited to meet the new apprentice, but first, we have a lovely performance from the one and only, Daybreak! Please give her a hand! *the audience applauds as Windsinger leaves the stage and Cirrus walks on.*

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*The way she carries herself suddenly shifts the moment she steps on the stage. She seems to be beaming with confidence, like she could easily take on the world if she so chose to. After a brief but poignant introduction, she pulled out her harp and begun her song. She starts off with a traditional song from the Plateau, which she plays beautifully with seeming ease. It’s not long before she hits the chorus of the song, and she takes into the air with intricate dances throughout the hall.*

*She swoops down and passes Mortem for a moment in her flight, her tail fluff briefly brushes under his face before she arcs back up. Her usual scent is overtaken by a smell of citrus and pine. …It’s hard to tell, (for Mortem, at the very least) whether or not she did that intentionally.*

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The Bogsneak simply glanced around, catching Plaguebringer staring in the process. With that, though, came a smirk on the strange dragon’s face. She looked back to Irise.

“Is there an issue here? I’m an… ambassador of sorts. I’d rather you not shoot the messenger- I’m going to stay and watch the show.”

She tightened her grip on the two vials she held. They were the final option, should this not settle down enough. Chances are it wouldn’t.

Cirrus’ Welcome Party pt. 2

*Cirrus sheepishly waves goodbye to Mortem as he leaves backstage and into the crowd, and she goes back to getting ready for the stage.*

*Meanwhile, Irise is staring down Plaguebringer, and though she doesn’t move, she continually mouths “Do. Not. Touch. The. Decor. Please.” at her, knowing full well Plaguebringer is just doing this to bother her at this point. By the irritated look on her face, this has been going on for at least a good minute or so.*

—————

*Windsinger, seeing that a majority of the dragons were seated (considering how the Palace was mostly filled with his Exalts, that’s the most he’s going to get out of them), starts shouting out to the audience.* ATTENTION, EVERYONE! ATTENTION! YOU TOO, GERALD! DON’T THINK I DON’T SEE YOU OVER THERE!

*he clears his throat once everyone has hushed down, which takes a moment* Alright, now that I have everyone’s attention, I know you are all excited to meet the new apprentice, but first, we have a lovely performance from the one and only, Daybreak! Please give her a hand! *the audience applauds as Windsinger leaves the stage and Cirrus walks on.*

—————

*The way she carries herself suddenly shifts the moment she steps on the stage. She seems to be beaming with confidence, like she could easily take on the world if she so chose to. After a brief but poignant introduction, she pulled out her harp and begun her song. She starts off with a traditional song from the Plateau, which she plays beautifully with seeming ease. It’s not long before she hits the chorus of the song, and she takes into the air with intricate dances throughout the hall.*

*She swoops down and passes Mortem for a moment in her flight, her tail fluff briefly brushes under his face before she arcs back up. Her usual scent is overtaken by a smell of citrus and pine. …It’s hard to tell, (for Mortem, at the very least) whether or not she did that intentionally.*

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Upon seeing someone approach her, the Bogsneak doesn’t initially show much emotion. She only analyzes the tone of Irise- confrontational, most likely. Hmm. Careful, careful. Can’t make too big of a scene! But perhaps…

The Bogsneak removes two carefully selected vials from the pouch on her side, and she waits. Waits for the Guardian to get closer.

Cirrus’ Welcome Party pt. 2

*Cirrus sheepishly waves goodbye to Mortem as he leaves backstage and into the crowd, and she goes back to getting ready for the stage.*

*Meanwhile, Irise is staring down Plaguebringer, and though she doesn’t move, she continually mouths “Do. Not. Touch. The. Decor. Please.” at her, knowing full well Plaguebringer is just doing this to bother her at this point. By the irritated look on her face, this has been going on for at least a good minute or so.*

—————

*Windsinger, seeing that a majority of the dragons were seated (considering how the Palace was mostly filled with his Exalts, that’s the most he’s going to get out of them), starts shouting out to the audience.* ATTENTION, EVERYONE! ATTENTION! YOU TOO, GERALD! DON’T THINK I DON’T SEE YOU OVER THERE!

*he clears his throat once everyone has hushed down, which takes a moment* Alright, now that I have everyone’s attention, I know you are all excited to meet the new apprentice, but first, we have a lovely performance from the one and only, Daybreak! Please give her a hand! *the audience applauds as Windsinger leaves the stage and Cirrus walks on.*

—————

*The way she carries herself suddenly shifts the moment she steps on the stage. She seems to be beaming with confidence, like she could easily take on the world if she so chose to. After a brief but poignant introduction, she pulled out her harp and begun her song. She starts off with a traditional song from the Plateau, which she plays beautifully with seeming ease. It’s not long before she hits the chorus of the song, and she takes into the air with intricate dances throughout the hall.*

*She swoops down and passes Mortem for a moment in her flight, her tail fluff briefly brushes under his face before she arcs back up. Her usual scent is overtaken by a smell of citrus and pine. …It’s hard to tell, (for Mortem, at the very least) whether or not she did that intentionally.*

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An unfamiliar black dragon pads into the audience, in the furthest back but still intrigued by the dragon’s performance- it seems to be a Bogsneak, but not quite. She holds vials and various bottled elixirs in a bag to her side. For now, though, the intruder doesn’t make a scene. There’s more to see here.

The Bogsneak seems to be carrying something that wouldn’t be too out of place, at least… some flowers and small plants are bundled up on the opposite side of the satchel. She could easily be mistaken for someone helping with the decor.

Cirrus’ Welcome Party pt. 2

*Cirrus sheepishly waves goodbye to Mortem as he leaves backstage and into the crowd, and she goes back to getting ready for the stage.*

*Meanwhile, Irise is staring down Plaguebringer, and though she doesn’t move, she continually mouths “Do. Not. Touch. The. Decor. Please.” at her, knowing full well Plaguebringer is just doing this to bother her at this point. By the irritated look on her face, this has been going on for at least a good minute or so.*

—————

*Windsinger, seeing that a majority of the dragons were seated (considering how the Palace was mostly filled with his Exalts, that’s the most he’s going to get out of them), starts shouting out to the audience.* ATTENTION, EVERYONE! ATTENTION! YOU TOO, GERALD! DON’T THINK I DON’T SEE YOU OVER THERE!

*he clears his throat once everyone has hushed down, which takes a moment* Alright, now that I have everyone’s attention, I know you are all excited to meet the new apprentice, but first, we have a lovely performance from the one and only, Daybreak! Please give her a hand! *the audience applauds as Windsinger leaves the stage and Cirrus walks on.*

—————

*The way she carries herself suddenly shifts the moment she steps on the stage. She seems to be beaming with confidence, like she could easily take on the world if she so chose to. After a brief but poignant introduction, she pulled out her harp and begun her song. She starts off with a traditional song from the Plateau, which she plays beautifully with seeming ease. It’s not long before she hits the chorus of the song, and she takes into the air with intricate dances throughout the hall.*

*She swoops down and passes Mortem for a moment in her flight, her tail fluff briefly brushes under his face before she arcs back up. Her usual scent is overtaken by a smell of citrus and pine. …It’s hard to tell, (for Mortem, at the very least) whether or not she did that intentionally.*

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It seems I don’t even need to participate for the deities to drive one another mad. It’s almost hilarious.

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Ezekiel answered with a sigh. “I could go, but you all would have seen me as a monster… and I was never alone. Who in their right mind would want me back, anyway…”

Ezekiel almost laughed, and it was somewhere between sarcasm and pure pain.

“Even if I’m… ‘cured’, what would I go back to?”

Ezekiel was… quiet. He certainly didn’t expect everything that had just happened to him, that a single moment of hesitation would lead to him getting brought… well, back to somewhere he no longer saw as his home.

The tundra was still blindfolded, yet there seemed to be abyssal goo- or whatever that substance was- leaking through it, pooling onto the rocky ground beside him. He seemed exhausted, more than anything. It was a struggle to breathe, a struggle to feel anything… where was he, anyway? Even with the blindfold, he could still tell where everything had been in Abyss’ realm. Now’ he was truly blind. His other eyes never opened.

“Is there… anyone here?” He weakly called, unsure if there was a single dragon around to answer.

( @mother-plaguebringer )

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Ezekiel sighs after hearing that, in an almost dejected and exhausted manner. He stops trying to push himself up more when he starts coughing. A lot. A black liquid splatters on the ground in front of him, and it only seems to exhaust him more.

He only speaks when he finally stops. “I never was imprisoned… I could go wherever I pleased. It was like home.” He pauses. “I could see.”

Ezekiel was… quiet. He certainly didn’t expect everything that had just happened to him, that a single moment of hesitation would lead to him getting brought… well, back to somewhere he no longer saw as his home.

The tundra was still blindfolded, yet there seemed to be abyssal goo- or whatever that substance was- leaking through it, pooling onto the rocky ground beside him. He seemed exhausted, more than anything. It was a struggle to breathe, a struggle to feel anything… where was he, anyway? Even with the blindfold, he could still tell where everything had been in Abyss’ realm. Now’ he was truly blind. His other eyes never opened.

“Is there… anyone here?” He weakly called, unsure if there was a single dragon around to answer.

( @mother-plaguebringer )

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Ezekiel is actually startled by the touch, almost being entirely defensive before realizing he recognized Plaguebringer’s voice. He manages to slightly loosen up and tightens his blindfold.

“Unpleasant… I don’t know where I am.”

Ezekiel was… quiet. He certainly didn’t expect everything that had just happened to him, that a single moment of hesitation would lead to him getting brought… well, back to somewhere he no longer saw as his home.

The tundra was still blindfolded, yet there seemed to be abyssal goo- or whatever that substance was- leaking through it, pooling onto the rocky ground beside him. He seemed exhausted, more than anything. It was a struggle to breathe, a struggle to feel anything… where was he, anyway? Even with the blindfold, he could still tell where everything had been in Abyss’ realm. Now’ he was truly blind. His other eyes never opened.

“Is there… anyone here?” He weakly called, unsure if there was a single dragon around to answer.

( @mother-plaguebringer )

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Ezekiel was… quiet. He certainly didn’t expect everything that had just happened to him, that a single moment of hesitation would lead to him getting brought… well, back to somewhere he no longer saw as his home.

The tundra was still blindfolded, yet there seemed to be abyssal goo- or whatever that substance was- leaking through it, pooling onto the rocky ground beside him. He seemed exhausted, more than anything. It was a struggle to breathe, a struggle to feel anything… where was he, anyway? Even with the blindfold, he could still tell where everything had been in Abyss’ realm. Now’ he was truly blind. His other eyes never opened.

“Is there… anyone here?” He weakly called, unsure if there was a single dragon around to answer.

( @mother-plaguebringer )

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The same to you.

I wish all of my brethren a horrible day

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Abyss doesn’t even stop them, instead just grinning ear to ear as Sesha charges towards Plaguebringer, wildly swinging the blade. It seemed to be aiming for one of Plaguebringer’s spines, but it was difficult to tell with how deranged the possessed dragon looked.

Ezekiel stopped a little closer to Plaguebringer, almost hesitating when he held the closed flask. The blindfold kept him from looking Plaguebringer in the eye, but there was at least some of him left.

Windsinger had spent a solid minute using his wind magic to try and pull Plaguebringer out, only to feel a couple droplets hit his face. He stopped, confused, and wiped the droplets off his face. He looked at the droplets, and recognizes what it was instantly. It was the same liquid that Abyss had used to take him over.

“DAMNIT!” Windsinger darted back into Abyss’ dimension, there was no time to lose. Thanks to the Shade’s ‘help’, he already knew where Plaguebringer was being held at, he just needs to get her out before Abyss gets a chance to take her over again. All the while, he made sure that the hand holding Valor and Clarke was closed tight to make sure they couldn’t wiggle their way back out once they went in again.

(( @mother-plaguebringer @chaosrune @silence-in-the-abyss ))

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Abyss quietly watched them, waiting until Windsinger started to leave until attempting to execute his plan. With another wave of his hand, the controlled dragons snapped to attention and… well, started to slowly approach Plaguebringer. The Tundra carried a flask while the Mirror carried an abnormally sharp blade.

Abyss, meanwhile, had sealed off the entrance of the chamber with a decently thick layer of flesh. It could still be torn through, but Abyss was buying time. Time for roars to fill the cavern, the threat of more of those controlled approaching…

Windsinger had spent a solid minute using his wind magic to try and pull Plaguebringer out, only to feel a couple droplets hit his face. He stopped, confused, and wiped the droplets off his face. He looked at the droplets, and recognizes what it was instantly. It was the same liquid that Abyss had used to take him over.

“DAMNIT!” Windsinger darted back into Abyss’ dimension, there was no time to lose. Thanks to the Shade’s ‘help’, he already knew where Plaguebringer was being held at, he just needs to get her out before Abyss gets a chance to take her over again. All the while, he made sure that the hand holding Valor and Clarke was closed tight to make sure they couldn’t wiggle their way back out once they went in again.

(( @mother-plaguebringer @chaosrune @silence-in-the-abyss ))

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Abyss made a sound as Windsinger completely blew past the two controlled dragons to try and grab Plaguebringer. Sure, he was making progress, and Abyss almost had what he wanted, but Windsinger was being stupid and deserved to be punished for it.

Abyss waved a claw, and the Tundra grabbed something that resembled a bridle, while the Mirror picked up a rope and jumped towards the Windsinger’s back. One would try to pin him, the other would try to put on the bridle so he couldn’t bite. Abyss… well, he was preparing something else.

Windsinger had spent a solid minute using his wind magic to try and pull Plaguebringer out, only to feel a couple droplets hit his face. He stopped, confused, and wiped the droplets off his face. He looked at the droplets, and recognizes what it was instantly. It was the same liquid that Abyss had used to take him over.

“DAMNIT!” Windsinger darted back into Abyss’ dimension, there was no time to lose. Thanks to the Shade’s ‘help’, he already knew where Plaguebringer was being held at, he just needs to get her out before Abyss gets a chance to take her over again. All the while, he made sure that the hand holding Valor and Clarke was closed tight to make sure they couldn’t wiggle their way back out once they went in again.

(( @mother-plaguebringer @chaosrune @silence-in-the-abyss ))

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Abyss wasn’t concerned with taking over Plaguebringer in the first place, though that was hardly evident with what he was commanding those dragons in his thrall to do.

Eventually, they both stepped back in unison and looked towards Abyss… The Tundra with a melancholic expression and the Mirror with an almost maniacal one. Abyss just looked towards Plaguebringer and snapped his claws.

This wasn’t an injection. Plaguebringer could feel that- instead of something forcing its way into her system, the tendrils were forcing something out. This wasn’t an injection, it was an extraction.

And Abyss was very amused.

Windsinger had spent a solid minute using his wind magic to try and pull Plaguebringer out, only to feel a couple droplets hit his face. He stopped, confused, and wiped the droplets off his face. He looked at the droplets, and recognizes what it was instantly. It was the same liquid that Abyss had used to take him over.

“DAMNIT!” Windsinger darted back into Abyss’ dimension, there was no time to lose. Thanks to the Shade’s ‘help’, he already knew where Plaguebringer was being held at, he just needs to get her out before Abyss gets a chance to take her over again. All the while, he made sure that the hand holding Valor and Clarke was closed tight to make sure they couldn’t wiggle their way back out once they went in again.

(( @mother-plaguebringer @chaosrune @silence-in-the-abyss ))

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“You made yourself think they were dead. You, of all dragons, should know I bring the most out of them.”

Abyss hummed, waving the two dragons towards the pool. The Tundra- Ezekiel- was quietly lumbering forward, a very blank look visible from what Plaguebringer could see- definitely not the eyes, but there was no emotion in the rest of the face. Ezekiel stepped behind Plaguebringer, taking something off a nearby wall- and placing it onto an exposed part of Plaguebringer’s back.

“This is home. Our den. Our clan.”

Emotion was audible in the Tundra’s voice- sadness or regret, most likely. It was somewhat monotone, but not robotic.

Meanwhile, the Mirror had begun to pull a tendril off of the wall. Said tendril was writhing in her grasp, but she didn’t seem to be bothered by it. That one was Sesha. Her own children were controlled, not even seeming to recognize their goddess.

The Mirror moved a few of the tendrils binding the deity, and a cold feeling ran over her side. They were… this was almost like preparation for some sort of surgical procedure.

Abyss was in the middle of dealing with a veritable menagerie of unwanted intruders. To a degree, he despised all this… yet there was an opportunity, and thus a requirement to deal with the whole mess that would come from this. Such was the way of a creature like Abyss.

At least, this time, he had something good prepared.

A jab directly into the neck of the goddess of disease. And, ironically enough, a cure. A way to get the Shade free from a host was something Abyss had been working on for a while… and now, finally, it would come into play.

( @mother-plaguebringer @thewinglesswindsinger @chaosrune )