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[justiceerror]

[...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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[aurabble]

[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.]

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[stairsbro]

[ 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.

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[justiceerror]

[...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...