VIOLET: cq & tq #1

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Cillian Quinn

VIOLET: cq & tq #1

POSTED ON Feb 5, 2024 17:10:56 GMT

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[attr="class","itemcoltexttit"]REGIROCK 1-A

[attr="class","itemcoltext"]As you attempt to evade catapulted boulders and erupting earth, you realize there is no escape to this chamber. Finally, you are struck by rock. As you cough up blood, you realize the REGIROCK had repaired itself throughout the encounter.[break][break]

You see that it has attached bloody stone to itself. You swear you can see a limb lodged between some of the rocks comprising its body.[break][break]

It "grabs" you with both of its club-like hands and beholds you close. Its orange dots for eyes flicker frantically as it begins to squeeze...

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VIOLET: cq & tq #1

POSTED ON Feb 6, 2024 6:00:39 GMT

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Earth erupts between them, spraying shards of stone into the air. Tempest slams into the ground from the force, groaning as he tries to right himself. [break][break]

The Regirock grasped for Cillian Quinn.[break][break]

Throwing himself at the rocks, panic etched on his face as he reached for his husband. Heart beating in his ears as his blood ran cold.[break][break]

The simulation only ended when Tempest's ears heard the meaty 'pop'.

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the Harbinger

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october 28th

circhester, galar

demisexual

underboss

the harbinger

devour me

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6'3" height

I want corruption, I think I'm the devil in disguise.

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Cillian Quinn

VIOLET: cq & tq #1

POSTED ON Feb 6, 2024 16:37:37 GMT

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The STONE EDGE pierces through flesh and muscle, hits bone.[break][break]

Cillian collapses like a marionette with strings cut. Not dead but perhaps dying, flecks of blood staining the stone as he coughs violently. He has to get up. He has to run. But his mangled leg gives out when he tries, and the only thing that escapes is a cry of pain from bloodied lips.[break][break]

He can't stop the Regirock as it lifts him as if he were a child's toy, staring at him with its many eyes. Cillian's vision blurs as those eyes begin to flicker, a 'voice' like grinding rock assaulting his ears.[break][break]

"Put-"[break][break]

But that single word takes what's left of his breath as the titan begins to squeeze. The only mercy is in the swiftness of death, the sickening crunch of bone ringing in his ears as he comes to outside of the simulation and is violently ill. He hasn't eaten anything all day, throws up nothing but bile — but it's free of blood.[break][break]

"I — no more today." He's ghostly pale. "I need..."[break][break]

He's not sure, but he folds himself into his husbands arms in desperate search of comfort.

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