Chords
Chords
Let down your bellowing sound, in a helix you connect with the ground. Pluck by the tacet mark, your tacet discords are the players. The world is your audience, influence by sound
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“Coy!” Grizeo calls out as he fires darts over dozens of soldiers. He does not even care whether the soldier pleads for mercy or not. The white strings coming down for Coy with the dust storm raging so harsh that pebbles of dust dig into his skin.
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The tacet mark flows down from the boy’s back all the way down to the ground where it expands larger and rupture for magma and light to rise in its split. Grizeo leaps into the fiery torrents, crashing against Coy as both tumbles away from the ground striking white resonance chords. Pulse, pulse, it comes alive and ringing every ear that is first to hear its sharp pitches. A Lament fully at play, melody with the screams of those around before an engulfing light bursts the dust storm away. Nobody disappeared, only the dust storm. But the players—the tacet discords, have come in maddening forms that the soldiers try to run. They are too slow.
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Brandson sees the rising overflow of Tacet discords at the tacet field. Spires of tacetites blemishes the desert in their surge. As the etheric sea above hovers the dust particles invert them as sand rain towards the heavens. But only one phenomenon interests the warmonger. His eyes set on the white resonance chord that pulses his ears bloody. He does not care if his body is vibrating so much that he drops his dual rifles. He just runs for a tank.
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Meanwhile, Grizeo shoots at any coming tacet discords as he waits for Coy to wake. He can leave the Lament right after he managed to save him but, the white resonance chord…his thoughts only on ‘Lim’ clenching his jaw as he deeply inhales and exhales. Trying to think what is best on the situation, while also taking the opportunity to go into the Lament. Once more where he can ‘save’ his lost brother.
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A soldier still has the nerve to fire at Grizeo. Nuisance that he cannot fire at the moment with the monstruous abstract forms. His bleeding side staining the sands. All before he hears his shooters streaming, a tank Tacet discord drives over them. Then heads down towards Coy. Without hesitation, he sacks Coy over his shoulder and carry him away, far away from the desert. His thoughts growing clearer. Thinking that he should find a safe place for Coy first---and surprisingly, Dr. Bolg is waving at him from a transport truck. “Griz! Over here!”
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Running for the transport truck, all the while shooting the last ammo of his rocket launcher and sending tacet discord parts to pieces. Shocking the scientists and soldiers in the truck. “Drive and Get him to safety” Grizeo says, “Touch him and I’ll dart your heads.”
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“You aren’t exactly planning to go there again, are you?” Bolg asks, grabbing a case before opening it for Grizeo’s dart Uzis. “Although I really wish you could…gather more data…”
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“And keep you alive until I bring back Lim.” Threateningly dropping the firearms and bands of ammo around him. Before taking his Uzi and asking if there is another pair of clothing. Which the other scientists give him a TaKaRan soldier uniform and they ask why. “So that I won’t turn to strings quickly.”
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“Layering of clothes means layers of protection” Bolg adds, “Even in the realm of the Lament, right?”
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“Whatever you say” Adding patches of tissue into his gun wounds and making sure they are clogged up.
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“Good luck”
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“Coy took all my luck” He says before sparks of lightning and flames blasts the transport truck forwards and away from the Lament. He himself, opens his gourd for an inferno rider echo to come out. “Give me a ride.”
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And the inferno rider dutifully nods as his master takes the back seat and clicking his Uzis loaded. “Go!” Thrumming, before clanging and whirring as the dry air slaps against their faces. Any incoming tacet discords, from which he learned in the past, should always be met with heavy bullets to kill more than one. The inferno rider driving straight and increasing in speed. Driving over any smaller discords while also slashing the air with his giant flaming rod. Its wheels burn electric and a spicy oil musk flares Grizeo to hold his breath. Not that he hates it, just not the time to feel dizzy and drunk. As he shoots down giant winged Tacet discords. Driving straight and smoothly before a blast stops the inferno rider drifts the inferno rider and abandon his bike, taking his master in his molten arms.
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Grizeo slides down, clicking his tongue, grunting and cursing at a tank. Brandson coming out of the hatch, glancing first at Grizeo before running straight for the chords. The inferno rider fending off any tacet discords facing towards them, while Brandson places his faith in grenade launchers and firearms. Madly yelling out his battle cry while his eyes are glue stuck at the resonance chords. Until his steps are cut short by giant scissor pierced through his belly. And Grizeo knows immediately to jump back swiftly and barely getting his legs cut off by a Crownless wielding a scythe.
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The inferno rider immediately returns to the gourd. Afraid maybe, but that TaKaRan man reaches for the white resonance chord, plucking its strings before the scissors open and cuts his body half. Sending one half into the Lament while the other bleeds dry on the sand. Two crownless faces Grizeo, one weilds a scythe while the other has a scissor. And just as Dr. Bolg said about Crownless, “The more modern the world they invade, the more diverse their weapons are.”
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The scythed crownless shoots with a pistol with its offhand. With Grizeo sidestepping its thin sonic, creating afterimages of himself as he runs for the chords. The scissors can enlarge or shrink its weapon as well as make anything explode at whatever touches its surface—only if it pulls the trigger. Grizeo opens his gourd for a bell-Borne Geochelone echo to keep Scissors busy. Scythe decides for a melee combat but already too late as Grizeo plucks the strings and transport himself whole into the Lament.
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