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Ikouze Payton
==> 6th, prepare for Noir.
You stand on derse, as your dream self, cane unsheathed as you float around the moon. Each of your worlds has been destroyed, and if you are a betting troll, derse is next. You just… Float. Hoping to spot the fucker the moment he shows his canine face. Can you beat him? Probably not. But you can give it the old troll-college try. Never will you lie down and go down without a fight. You spot feferi floating above you, and shrug before floating up to her.
“)(ey Ikouze, )(avent seen you )(ere much!”
“Feferi. Enjoying your time on Derse while we still got it?”
“Dont act like it's doomed, we )(avent lost it yet!”
“Not yet. The demon is coming, I know-”
You are cut off as you watch Feferi being suddenly bisected, your eyes wide before you raise your blade to block that same attack against you!
“NOIR!” You growl out as you struggle to hold the blade still against noir’s superior strength- however, you have superior leverage with a second arm… Even as the blade cuts into your second palm, to hold it against their blade. The eyes of the hound widen a little in recognition of the name, but doesn't react more.
“I knew you were coming, asshole! I aint letting you take this from me, not without a fight!” You growl out, before swinging a leg up to kick the beast in the leg-it doesn’t connect, and he simply teleports behind you, taking advantage of your guard being on the wrong side and too dedicated to quickly turn it around to slash your right arm clean off- FUCK! Always the right one!
You twist around to face noir with a defiant glare, gripping at where your arm was.
Fucking hurts, but you’re not out of it- you sweep down and swipe your offhand to catch your falling blade before turning to thrust it into Noir!
With the strength gap, and the fact you usually use your offhand to play defense, using your sheath defensively or as a bludgeon, not with your actual blade, he easily smacks your attack away before running you through.
You gasp and cough up scarlet blood, before you’re kicked away, much like you see, horrified, as it is repeated with Nepeta- but with more stabs. You cough and stare up, weakly grabbing at nepeta to comfort the fellow dying dream self, before you are blinded by the verdant light of a first guardian’s power. Fuck. Welp. It was nice, while it lasted. You spit in his direction and manage to work up the strength to flip him off with your remaining hand, mere moments before you and the rest of the moon are consumed by the green.
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Gentle Apathy
==> gentle- commune.
You float around on derse, staring up into the skies. You don’t want to do this, but… You are scared.
As a dersite dreamer, you have a direct line to them. And you care too much about those around you to not try.
So you try to commune with the horrorterrors.
It feels… Alien. Unnatural. You are a life aspect, you know nature- this is not that. Far from that. You hate it, but if you’re ever going to help, you need to do more… You need to fight. Not just coast along with Ikou’s strength of will, or the powers of the rest.
“please… i need to know… what am i meant to do, how can i make sure they survive?”
There is no answer. At least, not one you can use.
“God tier” you hear. But you arent at the top of your ladder, and you arent on your quest cocoon… and your planet is gone, so you cant get to it if you wanted to…
Your blink out of your trance, looking around the moon as you feel the terrors give you one warning- or an apology?
Your eyes wide as you see a growing horizon of green, trying to fly away- but in vain. You arent fast enough, and you cant find a transportaliser pad-!
Your dream self is consumed alongwith the rest of Derse by the burning power that you cant escape.