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love from the other side - fall out boy
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Hurt propels action to find relief. But there is none in the totality of this change as
mint frost is made and unmade by strange powers. Galarian Articuno watches to see if the change will take and seems to move on. IF Mint lives, they will join him. If not, then this venture was at least amusing. [break][break]
There is little guidance, the pressure on Mint lessens to let him focus. But Mint doesnāt wait, breathing hard, harsh gasps as he hugs himself and claws at his back. And then they sense it. Through the pain and confusion, he feels it them: the exacting and his patron. [break][break]
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Wind swirls and whips around the Beastās body as he shoots through the tree branches and out of his patronās bubble of safety. Mint hovers in the air, wind howling around him as he lets out a broken, guttural yell. [break][break]
āREMIEL!!!ā
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And he drops on him like a meteorite. Remiel is still at the base of the tree, hands bloodied and clutching at nothing, entranced. He looks up a second too late as the Beast slams into the ground with speed that cracks the earth and spits up dirt. And as the noble sputters in surprise, Mint lifts up a hand and punches him across the face. [break][break]
āC H O K E !ā
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The wind that swirled around them works like a turbine, sucking up the air around them and pulling the Exactingās last moments of breath. In seconds, heād taken the traitor by surprise and turned the tables. But the only difference is Mint, bleeding and wild, holds no sympathy and no restraint. [break][break]
Zekrom crackles, ready to strike down the impudent Rocket before the Galarian Articuno cuts it off, eyes glowing as it shot a terrifying beam at the black dragon. It let out a roar that abruptly cut off, eyes frozen in place as the mighty bird glared. With it still, the psychic type set to work to buy their blessed time to adjust to the surge. [break][break]
As Mint watches his opponent, bloody knuckles and all, fall to the ground he snarls, voice hoarse but still loud enough to cut through the noise of his own haywire powers. [break][break]
āIāll show you a real PSYCHIC.ā
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His eyes glow and Remiel, gasping for air, could only watch as the ground disappeared from him. The small dent in the Dynatree is grown as Mint slams the other avatar into the bark. Some of it splinters off and falls to the ground, some of it is caught in Mintās unwieldy grasp and thrown into a hard root that pokes through the ground. Remiel is thrown into the earth, into rock, into root, and bark over and over and over again. Every bit of breath he manages to take in is pushed out by the harsh drops. [break][break]
Flesh bruises, blood drips. And all the while Remiel can see his old comrade change. Heās bleeding. Not just from his stab wound and his nose, but blue hair is stained red as something sharp grows out, and something cotton-like flitters off him with every harsh movement he makes. Remiel is
trying, to get a grip. Mintās movements are fast, almost instinctual. There is no plan of action, it only hurts. And Mint makes that flow like a dam undone. [break][break]
āYou think you can hurt me?!ā
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His mouth is pulled into a vicious grin, drunk with sudden power even at Remiel sparks up defensively. Lightning crashes down on them both and Mintās figure fades into nothing. Another Mint slams his heel into Remielās back and sends him stumbling forward before another
LIGHTNING STILETTO is throw back. It lands and explodes on the ground, leaving a huge pock mark. But Mint is unaffected, giddy and giggling as Remiel finds him once more. Heās barely touching the ground. Remiel shoots again and Mint flicks his wrist, creating a sudden shield that deflects the electricity. [break][break]
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But Remmiel is now on the counterattack, gasping hard to control his breathing and running after the newly inducted avatar. After all, heād been working with his patronā far, far longer than Mint. He could outlast him. Remiel runs forward, trailing the avatar as he switches between laughing and panting. [break][break]
āIāll show you how fragile your IDEALS are, Remiel!ā
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Remiel lunges, but Mint simply splits in half, mirror images bursting out left and right. He ignores the, only for the Mint before him to break into specks of light. Wrong choice. But that doesnāt deter him. Sparks fly as brutality breeds more, a self sustaining monster as the pair clash. Remiel striking hollow copies and fist fighting the newly hatched avatar. Blow after blow is exchanged, with Mint either landing or Remiel blocking. But it is all relentless, the hits blasting away the little fog left in the clearing of the Dynatree. [break][break]
Then thereās a sudden change. All copies of Mint flinch and writhe as something finished pushing out of his skin. Strange, feathery appendages form and rapidly grow feathers that flutter harmlessly to the ground as he cries, openly sobbing as the clothing around his shoulders and ankles are ripped through. [break][break]
The mutation leaves him vulnerable though, and Remiel takes full advantage to surge forth with incredible speed, hands sparking loudly. Mint flinches away as Remiel reaches for him and the Beast screams, remembering the pain from his hands, the pain
fern delaney had tortured him to death with. [break][break]
āNO!ā
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Instantly, as Mint stumbled away from Remiel, as feathers seemed to slice through the protective clothing on his arm, slicing at skin and bone. Feathers that had seemed to flutter aimlessly as they molted off the avatar glinted against the electricity coming off his hands. Remiel snarls in pain, the blood trickling instantly from the fine cuts. Bloody, steel-like feathers are pulled by psychic force, grouping up defensively as Mint rips one out of the air and lunges for Remiel. [break][break]
The wall of feathers that has attempted to block Remielās path forward easily move and flutter out of Mintās way as he aims a steel feather straight into his heart, just like Silvano. Remiel is able to deflect slamming his sparking pal into Mintās chest. But Mint clings to him, eyes wide open as he screed in pain. [break][break]
āNOT YET, YOU PRICK!ā
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The Beastās hand grabs thick, black locks and he pulls. His other hand drops the feather dagger as his eyes glow and he lets off a sudden pulse of power. Remiel is frozen as his empty hand claws over the other side of his head. But the point isnāt to hurt. [break][break]
No, at this proximity his goal is survival. [break][break]
āYOU DONāT DESERVE TO KNOW MY NAME!ā
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He digs, psychic energy overwhelming, dominating as Remiel chokes, dropping to his knees as Mint worked. [break][break]
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He rips into the Exactingās memories roughly scratching and ripping, editing and replacing the most pertinent thing
Remiel Calcifet knew about him: his real name. Itās rough, a thing of legend but Mint doesn't care of what would become of Remiel. Only that he would never again have the privilege to utter the name:
mint frost. Until, perhaps, he eventually learned it all over again. But without the Rocket connotation. Without the memory of lively discussion, and research sessions. [break][break]
The potential of what could have been dies here, with Remielās butchered memory of him. But he doesn't leave him with nothing. Mint changes the appearance, the name. He leaves Neon to shoulder the hatred of the noble he was ruining. [break][break]
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Lightning suddenly pools above the clearing, overpowering the nobleās screams. Zekrom, sensing its chosen pain as something unnatural was forced upon him. The black dragon roars, breaking free from the trance the Galarian Articuno had been fighting him on. The dragon summons a sudden lightning shower as the bird disappears to safety. Bolt after bolt is drawn to their clearing, falling down on the Galarian Articuno and itās chosen to stop their combined power corrupting Remielās memories. [break][break]
The hack job is finished, and Mint pulls away as Remiel gasps for breath, shaking from the exertion. Though, even he isnāt fast enough to avoid all of Zekromās wrath. Before he can turn his attention to the dragon, a bolt slams into him, ripping out a scream as he spasms and falls to the ground. The sky rumbles as Zekrom pulls focus to drop all itās combined power [break][break]
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REMIEL ā”: [break][break]
M-... mm...N-Neon- w-...wwHAT-
WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?! [break][break]
He looks up, meeting the nobleās glowing blue eyes with his own shining pale green. A malicious smile reflects back as he says nothing. Remiel charges as Mint tries to stand and get ready. But heās at his limit. Finally the winds shudder and seem to calm, and his breathing is incredibly labored. Dizziness is taking over. And as Remiel screams in frustration, Mintās patron acts, itās own feathery blades landing into the ground between them. In an instant, the purple legend is gloating at Mintās side, one wing juts out to cover the sight of their broken avatar, and they
TELEPORT away. [break][break]
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[attr="class","title"]TLDR;
Remiel Calcifet | i'm just here for the psych assessment [break][break]