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Ragnarök-RP Thread

As they ventured deeper and deeper into the cave, the wind pressure gradually got higher and higher, slowly hindering their movements. Not enough to be of to much of a problem though, as they could still walk relatively easy.

The wind then turned into a gentle breeze, like they were being embraced. The wind that slowly enveloped their bodies then turned into an aura.. A wave of intense will swept over them, alarming them that somebody was standing not to far away.

They reached the center of the cave, the grunts becoming clear and concise as the source of the aura became visible to them. "Ha.. Ha.." She let out grunts of fatigue and pain as she swung her sword constantly.

Rory's sheer focus nearly made them all stare in awe. She didn't ignore them, she just couldn't see or hear them, she was far too dedicated to this task, as if it was her life's work. Whether she was training or simply wasting time, they could not know. But the look in her eyes..

It held a mixture of despair, and a desire to cover up the despair. A desire to dedicate oneself to a singular duty, a singular task. As a child, the blade was all that Rory ever knew. She had nothing but the feeling of a sword within her grip, and that was what made her calm, it was what made her whole.

To calm the darkness that welled within her, she needed something to dedicate herself to, swinging her sword was exactly that. In a way, the act of swinging a sword was her very first love.

"Ha.. Gh-" She wavered slightly, but soon continued to practice her swordsmanship. She had no flaws in her stance, the swing of her wooden blade making it seem as if she was dancing to a tune that they just couldn't seem to hear.
 
King Tiger slowly walked forward. Seeing the despair in her eyes, he knew that she was still in grief. And the sight of it instantly filled him with grief as well. The fear and hesitation he has felt towards Rory slipped away. And what remained was..sympathy.

King Tiger kept walking. Until he was right next to Rory. He said nothing. In an attempt to join Rory in her ceaseless movements, King Tiger brought up both fists. Taking a stance, he started shadow boxing the air, timing his blows to the same pattern that Rory sword was slicing. He couldn’t hear the ‘tune’ she was dancing to, but he could try his best to dance along with her.
 
Rory's focus did not waver, Yharon's wooden sword simply shattering as it made contact with Rory's blade. King Tiger following along with her made no difference in her unbreakable tempo. Not until she stopped swinging..

Beads of sweat poured down her face as she planted the sword in the ground, she had clearly been swinging the sword an unfathomable amount of times if she was already this tired from her training.

"What do you want?" She said to the group.
 
“No…?” King Tiger said, following her towards the spring.

“Rory…the Calamities out there. Their slaughtering people. Their murdering innocents and destroying civilizations. We need to fight back against them. But with our current strength we can barely handle them. And their only increasing in strength…”

“Right now, your likely the strongest dreamer around. We need you. The people of the dream world need you. Are you really going to abandon them in their time of need?”
 
"You'd disappoint Belial, but if you dont want to save the dream world because your so lost in your own guilt and despair then so be it. We need your help but I won't beg for it..." Yharon said, sadness in his voice
"I was the one who nearly killed Belial." She said as she stood up, shaking the water out of her hair like a dog.

"I was the one who nearly destroyed the Dream World." She turned to the group, a look of emptiness still permeating her eyes.

"I was the one who put you in such a state." She grabbed her sword tightly, preparing to continue her training.

"I'm a monster.."
 
"I was the one who nearly killed Belial." She said as she stood up, shaking the water out of her hair like a dog.

"I was the one who nearly destroyed the Dream World." She turned to the group, a look of emptiness still permeating her eyes.

"I was the one who put you in such a state." She grabbed her sword tightly, preparing to continue her training.

"I'm a monster.."
"What is done cannot be undone... but it can yet be rectified!" Yharon told Rory, looking her dead in the eyes

"So what are you waiting for?! Rectify this by helping us! Monster or not you are still a hero in many peoples hearts across the dream world!" Yharon shouted, finally losing his patience, his eyes were burning emeralds that saw right through Rory
 
"I was the one who nearly killed Belial." She said as she stood up, shaking the water out of her hair like a dog.

"I was the one who nearly destroyed the Dream World." She turned to the group, a look of emptiness still permeating her eyes.

"I was the one who put you in such a state." She grabbed her sword tightly, preparing to continue her training.

"I'm a monster.."
''So you are just going to do nothing. Atleast Belial had the decency to make up for ******* up the dream world. Monsters don`t feel guilt. Stop being a baby and try to help. Do you want to be reponsible for more deaths. There are people risking their lives to protect the dream world from the mess you created.'' he said teleporting near the group.
 
Yharon unsheathed his sword

"Rory, would a spar help liven your blood? Because you seem to really be adamant on being useless and remaining a monster, your nobody's bitch but your own, so prove that you will stand and fight!" Yharon said, no aggression toward Rory, but clearly itching for a fight due to having lost his temper just seconds earlier
 
"You're a literal chaos god. Remorse won't plague my body with your death." Rory said, her respect for Seth now plummeting to nothing.
Yharon unsheathed his sword

"Rory, would a spar help liven your blood? Because you seem to really be adamant on being useless and remaining a monster, your nobody's bitch but your own, so prove that you will stand and fight!" Yharon said, no aggression toward Rory, but clearly itching for a fight due to having lost his temper just seconds earlier
"..." She was hesitant. She hadn't truly fought in months, simply swung her sword. So she assumed herself to be rusty... "Are you sure you'll be satisfied with me?"
 
"I haven't fought with someone who used a sword in three months, Rory. I'm not about to be picky when one of, if not the best swordswoman is in front of me!" Yharon responded, casually swatting Seth out of the cave, as he found Seth's approach to be one that was too forceful
 
“Maybe you did almost destroy the dream world. Maybe you did nearly kill us all” King Tiger said, anger rising in his voice.

“that doesn’t mean you can sit and this cave and feel bad for yourself all day. Where still alive. The Dream World still stands. THERE IS STILL HOPE”

“I’m going to be honest with you Rory. I’m scared of you. I still wake up at night in cold sweat thinking about what you did. What you could do”

“but I, and everyone else here know that deep down. Your not a monster. Your a hero. An inspiration. Your Rory the mother ******* 6th. The women who never gives up. The women who keeps pushing forward to create her ideal dream world.”

King Tiger walked towards Rory and forcefully lifts her into the air.

“your coming with us. Your going to make this right. And where going to usher in a new age of peace for the dream world”
 
"I haven't fought with someone who used a sword in three months, Rory. I'm not about to be picky when one of, if not the best swordswoman is in front of me!" Yharon responded, casually swatting Seth out of the cave, as he found Seth's approach to be one that was too forceful
(Finally, he's gone.)

Rory was still hesitant.. Using a sword to actually attack someone, even if it was just a spar, made her body freeze. But.. She wasn't somebody who would pass up a challenge.

"Goddess Cleaver." Rory's sword of heroism formed in her hand, the light far dimmer than what was before, like they were comparing a flicker of light to a star.
 
“Maybe you did almost destroy the dream world. Maybe you did nearly kill us all” King Tiger said, anger rising in his voice.

“that doesn’t mean you can sit and this cave and feel bad for yourself all day. Where still alive. The Dream World still stands. THERE IS STILL HOPE”

“I’m going to be honest with you Rory. I’m scared of you. I still wake up at night in cold sweat thinking about what you did. What you could do”

“but I, and everyone else here know that deep down. Your not a monster. Your a hero. An inspiration. Your Rory the mother ******* 6th. The women who never gives up. The women who keeps pushing forward to create her ideal dream world.”

King Tiger walked towards Rory and forcefully lifts her into the air.

“your coming with us. Your going to make this right. And where going to usher in a new age of peace for the dream world”
(Good shit here Midas.)
 
"Okay can we all calm down and not resort to violence because I'd rather not have to fight right now." Horus said "Most of us are still crippled or weakened from before so how about we just lower our weapons and calm down"
 
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