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[...well, this sure is a sight, isn't it? battler has no choice, he knew he would be going against his master's wishes by making this broadcast- but he was desperate. he had been searching for her for a while now, well over a day, and he couldn't find her at all. the storm had blown into genessia, it took over and the blizzard was everywhere. it was thick, harsh, and absolutely freezing. it hadn't bothered him, his strength and magic was enough for him to be fine, but the icy cold was harsh enough to bite at his skin.

was there magic involved with the blizzard...? there's no way something natural would ever affect him.

so, his master was missing. he needed to find her, she was his only purpose now, and without her he felt completely empty. he was always just meant to be a husk of a man, but without his master at his side he felt the need to just give up. he needed her.

the broadcast clicks on with battler's face, a genuine frown spread across his features, and he he seems to be covered in snow. the bits of white contrasted with the purple color of his suit, and even the tips of his hair appeared to be frozen.]

....I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't genuinely need.... assistance. [he knows what this means too, that people will attack him, that they won't hear him at all- but as long as his master will be safe he simply doesn't care.]

My master has gone missing and I cannot even sense her. Usually I would know where she is at all times, I would be able to teleport to her if she ever called on me... however she is... simply gone. She cannot be dead- I would know that for sure but... I know she is in danger as well.

You all have your grudges with me, I understand, however let it be known that I cannot harm you any more. My current master instructed me not to hurt or kill anyone anymore, I am simply... hers now, and hers alone.

Aahh get angry with me all you like, attack me if you like, you all love that... don't you? You humans... and your emotions....! It all still fascinates me so much, but now is not the time for me...! My master must be saved, and I need help finding her...! I'm sure.... I'm sure my magic could help her in this blizzard, it must!

My master's name? You all know her very well: Terra Branford. You all hate me... but will you not put aside your hatred in favor of Terra? She has done nothing to earn your hatred... And I will be walking the streets to search for her, seek me out if you must.

[he will be awaiting the intense backlash.]

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[as he said he battler would then be walking the streets of genessia in order to look for her. the blizzard was strong, much too intense, and he had to put up an arm in order to shield himself from the sheer force of the wind and ice. she grit his teeth as he walked, his anger for being unable to find her growing more and more intense.

battler would often duck out of the wind in order to hide in a shop, or even in an alleyway. feel free to accidentally run into him then as well.]

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[jaune had already been in the blizzard, trying to help other people when he saw the broadcast. he was too busy panicking and battler's words went over him like static, but, hands shaking, once he turned off his device and threw it somewhere some of the words came back to him.

terra...

he couldn't attack them? jaune remembered terra. he barely knew her, but he had watched the video. he thought she was one of them, but now--

for all he knew, she had been apart of the plan the entire time. it could have been fake, and if she really was his master, it probably was. the betrayal left him livid, caustic and feeling like he was burning again.

as far as he was concerned, she could freeze to death.

he manages to remember to grab his device and feels like he's walking in a trance, no longer focused on helping anyone. his chest feels tight and he shuts down, numb from both the cold and this new knowledge. eventually he catches a flash of red--spiky and violent, not long or flowing enough to be pyrrha, and he follows it into an alley.

before battler sees him, he might notice the water on the ground coming toward his feet. it branches off into rivulets and stops right next to him, surrounding him. he can't use his sword anymore. battler took that, so he's learned to use dust and made his own weapon instead. following the frozen trail of water into the alley, jaune towers over battler and just stares at him blankly.]

Hey.

[instead of using his gauntlet, he just uses his armed hand to throw a punch aimed square in the face.]

Edited 2016-12-30 19:26 (UTC)

[oh, jaune, the one that had been his 'best friend' before he had killed them all. jaune truly was someone that he liked, he adored him, but he had enjoyed torturing him even more.

so when battler felt jaune coming he knew it would only end this way. battler turned when he heard jaune call out to him, and of course he saw the punch coming. he could have evaded, he could have blocked him, but he allowed the punch to hit. it cracked against the side of his jaw, causing battler's face to turn away instantly. battler had even allowed his magical barriers to drop so jaune's hit injured him, for the time being.

once it was done battler wobbled, and then he stood up straight. the redhead looked back at jaune, and he now straightened up. there was a cut on his lip, blood now moving down his face, but if jaune was watching he would see the cut instantly heal up.]

....Are you satisfied?

[he couldn't even look at a baseball bat now without his vision starting to darken because he had forgotten to breathe. best friends hurt you sometimes. shit happens.

they didn't revel in torturing you and the people you cared about most. they weren't murderers.

he had so much adrenaline pulsing through him, he was past the point of thinking about his actions and what might happen, so he hadn't really known what to expect when he punched battler. he definitely hadn't thought the punch would connect. his hands twitch and he can't feel his right arm but he's aware that he isn't injured.

he can feel his aura. he's here. his body is whole and he's not trapped.

but he feels like there's a weight on his chest and it's slowly crushing his lungs. he's frozen, eyes reddened. he doesn't feel anything when he sees the blood, no satisfaction or happiness. but when he just heals it like that? he feels the water rushing past his ears and he's reached his limit.

he snaps.]

Son of a bitch--

[he runs at him and aims his knee right at Battler's groin, aiming a barrage of now freezing water at his chest to attempt to freeze him against the wall. he wants battler to hurt. he wants him to feel trapped.

and he wants him to know how devastating it is when you're helpless and lose someone you care about.]

[oh, so jaune really wanted to play rough, did he? battler allowed the hit to collide with him, and he let out a puff of air at the sensation. it didn't hurt him, he had already healed, but he knew that jaune wasn't done. with battler's back against the brick wall he stood up, only to feel the water hitting against him.

enough, this was ridiculous. in an instant battler had disappeared, his purple magic taking him and teleporting him just beside jaune again. he was drenched now, and that irritated him, however. battler brought a hand through his hair, slicking it back as he glared at jaune.]

Does it feel good? Taking action against me? [jaune clearly wasn't here to talk, he wanted to fight. battler then decided that he would keep his magical barriers up, that now jaune wouldn't be able to hurt him unless he could break down his walls.]

I cannot harm you- so now we really have switched places.

[Biting back a scream, Jaune rushed forward to punch the ice. It would have bruised his knuckles without his Aura, but even with his reserves he was feeling the affects of the storm. He froze, paralyzed with his own fear. Did it feel good? Not really. He still felt powerless. He felt like shit. There was no happy ending out victory from this. Battler would never face justice. But he could still be hurt. And Terra could pay for what she had put them through.] No. No our situations aren't even close to being reversed. Not until you go through what I did.

[He turned to face him, tugging at the back of his hood.] Don't worry. I know you're too much of a coward to let me hurt you. So instead, I'm going to hurt the only person you care about, because she's just as much of a monster as you are.

She's probably terrified by now. Or is it terrafied? [His smile is brittle and not the definition of stable.] You're still both getting off easy.

Edited 2017-01-01 02:26 (UTC)

[...battler hadn't been expecting that sort of answer from jaune at all. jaune was the sort of white knight type, he loved to rescue others and boast about his usefulness, did he not? so then why... why was he acting this way? even if he hated battler, why was he now so against terra?

humans really did confuse him.]

Do you truly... mean that? Have I hurt you so badly that you will now turn against an innocent, just because you hate me so much....?

Jaune- Terra did nothing wrong, she does not deserve your hatred... direct your anger towards me, I do not care, but do not attack my master.

[had been the white knight type. battler couldn't understand how bitter jaune had become, how cynical, and how much he had struggled for months before he felt he could do the right thing again.

but he didn't have to extend that kindness to battler or his accomplice.

gritting his teeth, jaune snaps, rushing at him to try and punch him in the throat.]

Don't ever tell me what to do. Stop talking. It's making me sick. I can attack whoever the hell I want.

If you want my help, you'll have to do as I say. And you have to do everything I tell you to.

[okay, he had enough of jaune just hitting him. when jaune tried to punch him battler immediately brought his hand up to him, catching jaune's fist. battler was still clearly much stronger, pumped full of magic, but he wasn't making any moves to hurt jaune either way.

but batttler does listen to jaune, and the redhead just stares at him before slowly nodding. find, he was finished with talking, he would just listen to whatever jaune had to say.]

I will listen to you.

[whether or not battler physically tried to hurt him didn't matter. he might as well have. his body seemed to freeze even as he willed himself to fight, his limbs like lead bound down by straps that aren't really there but he's trapped and battler's looming over him and his throat constricts, his body doesn't want him to breathe.

there were days when jaune wondered if dying was the better option. he wasn't missing any limbs. he had no visible scars. but the pain he felt was still there, moving down his neck and arms. the emptiness and loneliness he had experienced still left a piece missing from his heart, and the reminders of how he had never been good enough weren't going away.

finally his body seemed to react, and anguished shriek finally heard as his aura aimed to push battler back, but also sent jaune flying away from the threat.

he didn't even realize battler had said anything at first, still staring at him like he had been cornered, wondering if he could freeze him, form some sort of ice blade in the cold and stab him in the throat...

he did eventually manage to speak, but his voice sounded pathetic. he hated it.]

I want you to get a taste of what you did to us. There's no way we'll ever be even. But, if you let me injure you the way you injured Dave, Jeff, me...Weiss-- I'll help you. And only then. One injury for each person.

You can heal, so what the hell are you so afraid of? If you don't, you're on your own.

[jaune... wanted to torment him, much in the same way that battler had tormented his friends? it didn't quite make sense to him, especially since he figured jaune would rather take the high route... but the boy was pretty messed up from what he had done to him either way. jaune wanted revenge, that was it, and he wanted to feel better about everything.

so be it, if this was how humans needed to react in order to keep pressing forward- then he would allow it. he just wanted terra back, that was all.

battler was blown back by the surge of jaune's aura, and as he stumbled he regained his footing rather easily. battler stared at jaune before nodding slowly.]

If that will satisfy you- then so be it.

[battler moved before jaune and he then knelt down so both of his knees were on the cold ground of the alleyway. he stared up at jaune expectantly, awaiting his onslaught.]

[jaune had to pause to make sure he heard battler right. some of the venom disappeared in place of shock. but there battler was, pathetically kneeling to the ground. he was so desperate to save the crazy bitch that it was almost entertaining.]

Okay. Cool. [he shrugged, eyes never fully straying from battler's form as he checked his gauntlet to make sure he still had enough dust left.

he would be good for this session.]

Do you believe in destiny? I don't. [it hadn't been his destiny to die.] There are battles you can't win, sure. But there's no such thing as an inescapable fate. [he walked up to him, leaning down to cradle his face, similar to how battler had did before he had pushed him past the tipping point. before he had broken and wished for nothing other than oblivion.

while he began talking, he sent some of the water dust into rivulets at battlers legs and arms. rationally, he knew it was a waste. battler could easily break free from the ice bindings, even in this blizzard. but it made him feel better.]

What I do believe is that there are good people, and monsters. You fit into the second category, obviously. So if I don't help them, who will? Okay, BFF, I hope you're not too cold. I want you to feel everything. Open up!

[and forming a very haphazard looking water spike from his gauntlet, he began to try and pry open his mouth.

his tongue could go first.]

[ there's about to be a water spike in battler's mouth. several actions ~~have followed~~ will follow it. he might ~~have deserved~~ deserve it. jaune ~~thought he was~~ might be justified. it doesn't matter.

it's decided by someone else that an eye for an eye doesn't apply if it takes something else along with it.

the snowflakes halt in the air. time stops. dave grabs his wrist.

a hand shooting out from the person who wasn't there a second ago and taking a hold of jaune's wrist as tight as it can to try and stop it from moving any further. stop jaune. like how everything else just stopped. frozen in its tracks except for the three people right here. saving battler isn't what he wants to do but it's the action being taken. the chill in the air is oddly appropriate, he thinks.

dave's standing there, dressed in a worn and torn version of jaune's own hoodie. he's other hand is at his side, gripping a blade tight, distressed fabric around it's hilt. he is ready to make another move if he has to, even if he doesn't want to. he's got his eyes locked on him - desperately looking at him which is clear as ever even with a tinted layer of plastic on his face. ]

Don't. ...Please.

Edited 2017-01-10 08:27 (UTC)

[...hoh, what was this? it was like a sort of meta world that had been created around them. battler was used to such spaces, since that was what the golden land back home was. time had stopped for him, for the real battler, and the members of the ushiromiya family. they had all been stuck on that island, had been trapped in the witches game, and he had been the culprit of one of beatrice's cruel tricks.

yes, he knew this space, and it definitely felt welcoming, in a sense.

battler looked up at both jaune and dave, and he almost felt disappointed. actually no, he did feel disappointed. jaune should have been torturing him, he should have been giving into his own bloodlust. boring, this really was boring.]

Hah... [battler shook his head. this was so useless.]

Dave... if you are here then this must mean only one thing.. a possible Bad End, is it? Hohh...

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