FATIGUE! Desperate Times Call For Desperate Measures!

[dragonspooker]

Characters: Lina Inverse and you!
Setting: Floor 25 - The Meadow Floor. Late morning.
Format: Starting in prose, can follow if you prefer action.
Summary: After a particularly trying month, and hearing about what happened to everyone else, Lina's had enough.
Warnings: Attempted suicide/mass homicide of tower inhabitants which will fail, punishment via electric shock, and one mentally unstable Lina.

A grassy meadow amid the tower - it's peaceful. Lina stands among it, about twenty feet from the stairwell, carrying a glowing blade in one hand. Her shoulders rise and fall shakily - she's having trouble breathing steadily. It's not a physical issue - it's her attempting to work up the nerve to do something. Her last attempts had failed - the Dragon Slave hadn't even scratched the tower, but there was one more trick up the sorcerss' sleeve.

It was something that she was warned off of doing before she came here. To cast the Giga Slave, that ran the chance of destroying the world, according to Sylphiel. Normally, this was a terrible thing, but here? All the trauma and suffering she's been through, as well as seen others go through - it was too much. Maybe their worlds really were destroyed. Who knows. All she knew that as she saw things currently, gambling on destroying this world seemed a lot better alternative than putting up with this any longer.

She raises the sword, holding it horizontally in front of her - a wind kicks up around her, and black energy sheaths the Sword of Light's blade in darkness.

"Darkness beyond blackest pitch, deeper than the deepest night,
King of darkness who shines like gold upon the sea of chaos,
I call upon thee, and swear myself to thee!
Let the fools who stand before me be destroyed,
By the power you and I posse--"

Lina's words are cut off by the magic suddenly fizzling out. The sword's blade flickers into nothing, and the weapon itself vanishes from her hand. The wind stops, but a different energy kicks up - electricity from her collar delivers an exceedingly painful reminder that disobedience is not tolerated, putting her on her hands and knees. Pained screams come from her as the shocks course through her, and her body jerks thanks to the voltage coursing through her.


_{[OOC: Feel free to jump in at any point in this - before she starts the spell, during, or after, whatever. And as an addition, here's a clip of said spell to give an idea of what your folks will be walking into.]}

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[aurous]

Further in the meadow, an ex-dragon priestess wakes from the crackling energy of the spell. She sits up from her recline in the grass (peaceful naps were a necessity after the bullshit that was the past month) and blearily shifts to pinpoint the source. As soon as her eyes lay on Lina and the swirling mass that is no spell she can recognize, but fills her with dread and apprehension anyway, Filia bolts up.

"Miss Lina, what are you doing this is not how we solve problems!" she shrieks, each word jumping an octave until her voice peaks at maximum shrillness, but nope, too late. Lina's screams summon a panicked cry of her own and she rushes over, falling to her knees next to the downed sorceress, gloved hands hovering of her shaking body.

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear-- "Miss Lina? Miss Lina!"

[dragonspooker]

With time, the shocks cease, as does Lina's pained cries and twitching, and her body goes limp. There's a faint whimpering noise, and her arms weakly lay over the top of her head.

"...don't gotta shout, Filia, I'm right here," she answers.

Drained and defeated, but alive.

[aurous]

No, everything is a shouting matter! Volume solves all problems!

As soon as the shocks taper off, Filia grips Lina at her shoulders, firm, but not uncomfortable. Anchoring, perhaps.

"Are you all right?" she asks, voice softer, but no less panicked. Dumb question, she knows it. "What was that?"

[dragonspooker]

If that was true, Lina could have already saved everyone, fixed their worlds, and given them all ponies with all the yelling she's done since she got here.

"...no," comes the answer, shortly after her eyes crack open, and she realizes where she's still at. "My trump card - but it didn't work." She's already limp in Filia's hands, so she can't quite go limp-er, but she makes no effort to sit up properly.

[aurous]

Trump card?

"The Dragon Slave?" she asks, a hint of wariness creeping into her voice as she maneuvers Lina into a sitting position. What was she to do here? Filia had never seen Lina so vulnerable before. What would she like, if their positions were reversed?

Tea, tbh.

[dragonspooker]

Lina's head shakes a bit. "No, the Giga Slave..." She wobbles a bit once Filia sets her upright, but stays up, at least. "The Dragon Slave was useless on the tower, so I thought I'd try something stronger. Maybe it would deal with our captors. Or at least stop this nightmare," she explains, then her voice drops to a whisper - "One way or another."

All she wants right now, is to go home. For this to stop - decent food would be nice, too, but for once, it's not a priority.