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Ragnarök-RP Thread

Lance let out a gasp as colors beyond his comprehension flashed across his vision. he shut his eyes, the colors nearly sending him into shock as the supernatural magic danced all around him. His head felt like it was being torn apart as an intense migraine formed. He felt nauseous, suddenly, leaning behind Cullthane and emptying the contents of his stomach on whatever would be considered the ground of the tree. He was suffering greatly, but he barely held onto his sanity.

he said nothing, simply held onto Cullthane tightly. He didn't complain nor ask for help, knowing that healing Gabriel was more important than the turmoil he was experiencing within the raging whirlpool of magic.
 
"Actually, I can answer that question. It's because you by that point were basically desperate for a contractor. 30 seconds left." Cullthane said, strengthening the barrier with his own magic, weaving into Metatron's shield to be able to safely hold for another 35 seconds
 
"Yeah, like your desperate for companionship... Always... Taking... in all these... riff-raff...! Even when... Hah... Ugh...! When you keep trying, to put... Up a nihilistic front...!" Metatron said, groaning in intense agony as he fell to his knees, Gabriel's wounds nearly gone, leaning against Lance as his eyes promptly went bloodshot and began to bleed.
 
azontr said:
"Yeah, like your desperate for companionship... Always... Taking... in all these... riff-raff...! Even when... Hah... Ugh...! When you keep trying, to put... Up a nihilistic front...!" Metatron said, groaning in intense agony as he fell to his knees, Gabriel's wounds nearly gone, leaning against Lance as his eyes promptly went bloodshot and began to bleed.
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"When you spoke to me before we traveled to that city, you were dead on the mark. Let's leave this place before you and your contractor succumb to not being used to Fantasy trees." Cullthane said, picking up in the area he thought Gabriel was, and was right on the money, the magic finishing its work on healing Gabriel, something beginning to pull Metatron and Lance with him
 
"YOU GUYS DONE YET!?" Rory shouted, her body littered with deadly wounds as she cut into one of the giant crystal worms as they were pulled out of the tree.

"...Y...e.a......h...." Metatron said, coughing up blood.

"The hell happened to him?" Atalanta asked as she jumped into the air, various shards of crystal lodged into her stomach and waist as she rained arrows down on the waves below, all of them exploding on contact with the ground.
 
"He had to make a barrier." Cullthane simply responded, Rhongomyniad immediately rushing over to Metatron and picking him up as Draedon warped them all onto the Hyperion, Rhongomyniad immediately taking him to the infirmary

"All right, just, one of you Seraphim give me some details on your genetics, I'm completely lost looking at this." Rhongomyniad said quickly
 
Metatron snapped his fingers, forming an impossibly complex diagram out of golden barriers that he had molded into an image, containing every last detail about the biology of a Seraphim. Which was obviously a lot. Although, he was strained doing just this.
 
David collapsed onto a nearby wall, breathing heavily. Several large gashes appeared on his chest and face from where he had been cut by the crystals, and one of his arms was bent in a clearly unnatural angle.

"...Gabriel....is she alright?" David tiredly, looking around.

Lance hurried to Metatron's side, looking down at the angel with concern and fear in his eyes.

"..please...stay with us, Metatron" Lance said quietly.
 
(Don't mind me just making Seraphim genetics fucky enough to where it confused somene who's pretty high on the RP intelligence tree lol)
azontr said:
Metatron snapped his fingers, forming an impossibly complex diagram out of golden barriers that he had molded into an image, containing every last detail about the biology of a Seraphim. Which was obviously a lot.
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Rhongomyniad set to work immediately, healing Metatron in a very particular way, something that she didn't do for eve Gabriel, checking the genetics to get all the details memorizing them as she healed him, working quickly

"Just shut up, his condition is nowhere near where Gabriel's was at." Rhongomyniad said, clearly not wanting any distractions as she went through her processes
 
"I'm not gonna ******* die you ******* dumbass pussy ass ******* ******** dick eating **** sucking piece of human waste-" Metatron said, his immense pain and discomfort making him throw out every swear he could possibly think of, but yeah, this wouldn't kill him if treated properly.
 
Rhongomyniad's work was a sight to behold, healing the most important parts of a Seraphim's biology before didiving and conquering the rest, which was nothing special, but her movements were so precise that she wasnt even a Plank length off her mark, healing Metatron in about 20 minutes due to the complexity of his biology

"Test your legs, wings, and all of that." Rhongomyniad instructed the Seraphim, clearly not caring about whatever status Metatron had or perceived to hsve
 
The_man_with_the_Midas_touch said:
Lance let out a sigh of relief and nodded, moving away to let Rhongomyniad complete her healing.
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(I wonder what Lance will be more impressed by, Rhongo handling processes more complex then 99% of the shit he's seen or the fact that Metatron actually took something akin to an order from a lesser being and didn't snap at them for it lol)
 
"Yes you are." Rhongomyniad said as Cullthane floated in and plucked a feather from Metatron and proceeded to float away while putting it into a pillow he sewed up

Rhongomyniad immediately healed another feather onto Metatron, giving him a nod that said he was good to go
 
"Well, I stood within the bowels of a magical tree so stupidly powerful that if we had gone any deeper into it we would've been torn to atoms, protecting you fuckwads from it so we could heal that archange- Ugh, yknow what, there's no point in explaining it, it doesn't even matter..." Metatron said, retracting his wings.
 
"That was a joke, Rhongonmyniad." Metatron said bluntly, "But whatever... How's the angel girl doing?"

"Much better! Well, she still won't be waking up for a while, but she definitely is no longer in the fatal or death range." Da Vinci said enthusiastically.
 
"Fair warning, when Rhongomyniad goes inactive for a bit she tends to be planning to do something... dumb. I'd say we have about.. 12 hours when she goes missing and 13 for when you need to move in." Draedon said

(Also I just realized how ridiculous I made Rhongomyniad's precision lol)
 
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