Fantasy When Pantheon's Die

[Light]

It was like...wading through water while on land. Nothing was apparent to the senses but the scene was perfectly on display to the beholder. Time was the gatekeeper of perception in this case, due to every sense coming back as the seconds went by. Tick, the sound of bending metal. Tick, the smell of melted flesh and smoke. Tick, the taste of dirt and blood. Tick, the feeling of a nearly broken body. Tick........tick.......tick......tick.....tick...tick..tickticktickticktic- death.

It had a distinct presence for those who've exchanged glances with it before. Once the senses kicked back in all those in the area could feel it lingering unannounced. The bending metal, smell of smoke, taste of blood, and aching body all meant one thing when looking at the surrounding flames. The building that used to encompass them was bombed. Was it bombed by the mortals they betrayed or the evil gods that betrayed them?

"Gods...mortals?" Marcy staggered to her feet, recalling her memories as the burning building was continuing is process of collapse. This was the first time she was conscious as herself once more since the mind control of Loki. The days of watching her body move on it's own were gone, only for her to face her home slowly die with her in it. This was the base the UN gifted the organization she was apart of. Her organization worked as an elite task force to help the world, only to have been hijacked by Loki and betray said world. Why did things come to this? How could they have let this happen? "They....my friends!" Adrenaline began to pump faster than blood rushed throughout her body. If she was free, clearly they were too. That meant they were also trapped within the massive and collapsing building. She was a medic, in case of emergency they were all supposed to meet in an underground bunker in the east wing. The farthest wing that rarely anyone goes to. With the building engulfed in flames and collapsing piece by piece, it would be quite the difficult task to make her way over there. Especially with potentially injured allies she'd find on the way. "I have to go...no matter what. It's where we have to meet and where mobile but still injured teammates will be."

The smell of burning flesh didn't encourage her any further though. That meant for some it was already too late. Who would it be? Who would be absent within the bunker...the obviously dead ones left behind? Marcy shook her head and forced her quaking legs to move forward, "One step at a time!" She had to make it to the East wing and save as many as she could, she had no choice but to. Marcy simply hoped others would make it there safely as well.

 

[The Elder]

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As I started to come through, everything was dark and quiet. It felt like I was surrounded by a realm of nothingness. I felt alone with only my thoughts to keep me company. Am I dead? Is this what purgatory is like? Nothing. Why don't I remember anything? I can't be dead. I'm Ikora Susanno, there's no way I was killed. She thought to herself, as she tried to understand her current situation. it wasn't until her senses slowly came back to her, when she realized what was happening. It was as if everything bad that could happen, happened. Her eyes snapped open, and greeting her sight was the inside scenery of a burning building. She looked around as she slowly got to her feet. Her memories slowly came back to her as she realized she was no longer under the control of Loki. She was herself, and she had full control of it. She looked around in shock, trying to figure out where she was. Is this a restroom? Was I literally on the floor of a random restroom? That's...that's disgusting! Damn you Loki! Just you wait until I get my hands on you, you son of bitch! She yells out, before she carefully makes her way out of the burning restroom. Luckily these restrooms didn't have any doors.

As she made her way into the buildings main hall, she was struck with familiarity. This building...it's our headquarters. Did the mortals do this, or was it Loki's subordinates? She asked herself aloud as she looked around. Little did she know, the roof above her was caving in. Right before she was crushed by the falling debris, she was tackled out of the way. With a loud crash the debris fell into the floor sending ash and smoke everywhere. Ikora and the unknown subordinate was left coughing as they recovered from what took place. She was pinned to the ground, was a shadow figure on top of her. From the frame of the figure, she could it had to be a male. And the idea of Ikora being saved by a male rubbed her the wrong way. "Tch can you please get off me now!" She said in a demand tone.
"Aw come on Ikora don't be so mean. I did save your life after all." The figure said as he stood up, freeing Ikora.

She quickly got to her feet as she released just who her savior was. "That voice...I know that annoying voice anywhere. Zane!?! Please tell me that's not you?" She asked in annoyance.

"Alright, it's not me." He said stepping out of the smoke revealing himself. "But you will be owing me an apology beautiful." He said with a cheeky grin as he wrapped his arms around her.

As if being saved by a male wasn't already bad enough, but being said by Zane's alcoholic self made things even worse for Ikora. She disliked his guts, and everything else that pertains to him. "Get the hell off of me." She yelled removing his arm rather aggressively. "And I thought being placed under Loki's control was the worst thing that can happen to me." She said walking off.

"Uhh where are you going?" Zane ask.

"Nonya!" She yells in response.

"Well if you're looking for the bunker, it's this way." He said pointing in the opposite direction. "We're currently on the north wing of the hq, and the way you're heading is towards the west wing. We need to get to safety, before the building comes down on us." He stated.

"Then you go on ahead fox boy, Ima round up any survivors before heading back. Don't wait up." Ikora says waving off to him with her middle finger.

The two of them went the separate ways after they not so warm welcoming. Zane was off towards the east wing for the bunker, planning on saving his own ass, while Ikora main object was to save as many people as she could starting with the western wing.

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[Noctis9S]

It was like waking up from a dream. The dull feelings of unconsciousness being quickly replaced by the putrid scent of burning flesh. Next came the weight of two or three charred corpses piled on top of her, followed by the blazing heat of the fires immediately surrounding her. It took a few seconds for her battle instincts to kick in, but one word flashed in her mind immediately. Bomb. If they were being bombed, protocol says to take shelter in the underground bunker. Besides, who's to say that was the only bomb heading their way?

Cynthia was already a few steps down the first corridor when she fully processed Loki's lack of control. How exactly was she released? Were her allies released as well or was she the only one? Who exactly bombed them and why? She didn't have any way to answer any of these, the only thing that's certain is that she is in control of herself. The most she can do right now is get to safety; Saving people could mean saving the enemy. With a clear goal in mind, she headed straight for the East Wing, praying that she wouldn't run into anyone.

 

[The Elder]

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Step after step, Zane ran down the burning halls of his use to be relaxing headquarters. His goal in mind was to reach the bunker within the Eastern wing. There he could relax and collect his thoughts. Without Loki being in control, everything Zane did started to rush through his head all at once. He started to feel the pain and trauma from eating a group of kids alive. He couldn’t believe that he did something like that. The happy, flirtatious Zane, was turned into a vicious child eater. Ironic right. As he ran he smelt and seen countless burning bodies. Bodies of people who he use to know and cherish. Anger slowly filled his body the more he saw. He couldn't but help question who brought it amongst themselves to burn down this building. "Whoever did this, I swear im gonna kill them." He said rushing through the halls. Though has he ran the thought of anyone never crossed his mind, until he noticed a familiar face running through the halls. He stopped in his tracks, as he stared at someone he once called his comrade. Cynthia?? He thought to himself. I don't know why, I didn't think about this with Ikora, but what if everyone isn't really released from Loki's control. He thought. Maybe I should approach her with caution, she is an assassin type. He held his hand out summoning his sword and placing it on his side. "Hey Cynthia, is that you??" He said approaching her. "Yeah it definitely is you. Man aren't I glad to actually see a familiar, unburnt face." He said with a cheeky grin. "Are you alright?? Where exactly are you heading right now??" He ask, trying his best to be discreet. Though if Cynthia truly known Zane and she could tell, lying or hiding things wasn't his best trait. Noctis9S

 

[Light]

Through the smokey distance, Cynthia and Zane could hear and see a figure moving towards them. The sounds of heels, followed by multiple footsteps filled their eardrums. Long hair swinging from side to side became clear once Marcy was within proper view. She had a rag over her mouth due to the smoke and a half dead stick of lip balm. Several agents who seemed to previously have been at death's door were following behind her. It seemed like she healed any that were still alive.

Familiar features hit Marcy's eyes, enough to warrant the removal of the rag, "Cynthia! Zane!" The pace of Cynthia began to quicken, the stragglers in tow followed suit. She had brought quite a few members with her and at good time. Something was creating a clicking sound, lurking around the smoke and shadows. Even a novice could sense such bloodlust in the air. The question was, where was it and why hasn't made an attack yet. ( Noctis9S The Elder )