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𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕜 𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕙ō𝕟 ‘𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕣’, 𝕟𝕠𝕦𝕟 𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕚𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕟 ‘𝕥𝕠 𝕣𝕦𝕝𝕖’.

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"Yeah, I laugh all the time. People look at me like I'm an idiot. Forget about it!"

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"The last laugh? How is laughing last special? Isn't that like being the slowest one to get the joke?"

-Sonic Verse RP

- MVRP

- Up for plotting and interactions
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“Don’t stand around waiting for the clock to reset and expect things to be different.”
Ryu saw the burning eyes within his mind, the surrounding feeling and the lack of space as they closed in around his psyche. He had lost significant power he had gained from his ascendance, staring back blankly as the eyes followed him around.

Standing in a world obscured by smoke, alone.
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“Well, my friend, you’ll have to take over for me and compensate for my loss.”
Unable to get the same feel for his higher abilities as before, Ryu shrugged. His eyes and demeanor were uncharacteristically apathetic.

“Fine. I’ll get by without it.”
The illuminated cityscape mirrored the glow he once held before casting himself into the world of inner chaos. Something was off, incomplete about his transformation.

“Did I lose something while I was in there? Maybe I have.”
“The purple markings won’t stay when I’m in that form…this is bad.”
“….Huh..”

From Ryu’s hand fell a broken blade, clattering upon the castle floor as he stared down at it.

“What was the saying…? Something unfathomable?”
“So you have a desire for the sport of the fight instead of going for the easiest thing in your arsenal? I guess it would keep you on your toes instead of growing complacent.”
Ryu’s eyes narrowed as he sensed the call of destruction in the air. The very foundations of the world were being threatened by something new, by something he swore he had encountered before.

Reaching into his coat, he pulled out an artifact: a small silver box upon a chain.
He let out a yawn while gazing into the night, his eyes lacking the fire that they carried before. He looked onwards, his eyes cold and distant.
By regaining his lucidity within that world, he could tunnel his way back to reality.

Had he grown stronger? He could hardly tell. After all, the memories of a dream could be hard to grasp, especially in such a world.
After all, he had just stepped out of a corrupted and endless dream, his eyes tired and worn. He had spent what felt like forever having his mind flung around within his inner chaos, tearing at his inner world and having it tear at him all the same.
As he stood there in silence, he placed a hand up to his face, rubbing his eyes before looking back up into the lights above that surrounded him, scattered across the dark canvas above his head.
He sighed, done recollecting his past circumstances leading to this point. He thought of a few familiar faces that he ought to visit. So much must have happened since he vanished from the world.
At least, that’s how he used to feel. Now…he wasn’t so sure. The compulsion to grin in the face of danger, the drive for adrenaline…felt strangely foreign to him now.

How odd. To think that such a soul would need rekindling…
No matter how many allies he gathered, whether to fight or better preserve their lives, he questioned if his choices held any meaning. He just knew that he had to fight anyways, finding enjoyment in the moments of battle while realities collapsed around him.
He had been fighting the serpent’s influence, going against its legions of sycophants who had embraced ruin. The fighting never seemed to end, all while more realms were swept away into a cold and never ending darkness.
Unknown to him at that time, the release of energy only drew in that abominable snake of instability and death not too long after.
The arrogant passions of the battlefield, the thought that he could conquer all if he dare pleased. Slaying a god empowered by the Veil and countless souls left him feeling untouchable, nothing out of reach.
His soul was still left unquenched, the desire for the sweet taste of victory tugging at his mind ever so slightly. Still, this war of his had left something missing from his core…