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rainbowfic2023-07-25 10:36 am
Epic Star Brawl!
Story: Wildfrost+
Color: Blue (Blue plate special), Red (red in the face)
Styles and Supplies: Acrylics (i saw this prompt on my dash and started writing this same day lol), Mosaic (Wildfrost), Frame, Vaudeville
Wordcount: 716
Warnings: none! (except for having wildfrost spoilers lol)
Ever since the Emperor Shade froze the sun, the Wildfrost had been filling the world, with Snowdwell being the only safe haven from it, and the spirits of the many travelers who died going out to break the cycle often were corrupted by the Wildfrost as well, becoming "angels" of a sort, minds warped to only wish for more angels...
But, of course, all miseries have end. A hero comes bearing a vase of lumin, and uses its magic to seal the shade.
And so, the angels are freed to join the sun as stars in the sky.
"MY NAME IS LADY MOKO!" That is the first thing the free spirits hear at the entrance of Heaven, and it is from a girl yelling while knocking Goldie to the ground with good ol' fistcuffs. "AND YOU FUCKING ANGEL CUNT FUCKING KILLED ME!" The red anger on her face brings to mind the same Spice magic the Mokos often used, yet it seems this girl isn't one, but only named herself after them.
Goldie pushes herself up with her golden axe, digging the bling-shaped tip into the cloudy ground, and glares with a grin-- She was always quite the blood knight, adventuring more for the blings than the possible glory-- before swinging her axe, the- wait, how does she even have blings? blings from her bag causing the bell-shaped charm on her collar to glow, and Lady Moko is down for the count!
Goldie pauses to scoop up some blings from her. ".. Anyone else?" Her grin is wilder now- she's thinking about all the blings she could get from striking down every person she sees, no doubt.
An arrow flies towards her, only for her axe to strike it down. "Who was that?" She eyes the crowd, looking for an archer, when a trumpet hits her in the face.
"You kept fucking stabbing my junjuns! Even after you fucking died!" The shademancer yells. "When that white haired girl did it I thought it was you! I didn't think it was Maw Jaw or one of those stupid fucking hogs, I thought it was you! THAT'S HOW MUCH OF A FUCKING PROBLEM YOU ARE!"
"Well, there's no shades in Heaven, so good lu-" Goldie is interrupted by the shademancer chucking a junjun at her, but cleaves it in half instinctively, before scooping up the coins that had (somehow) spawned from its demise. "... Consider me proven wrong. But that's just for the best." She blinks, suddenly realizing something. "... What happens when a star dies?"
"... Am I the only person who isn't fucked up somehow?!" She yells, voice drowned out by all the sudden yelling at Goldie, and still grappling with the shit she has done.
"Well, then!" Goldie yells. "Guess I need not worry in my greed!" She starts going ham, cutting down person after person, and Snowshine briefly considers either jumping down to the living world below or tossing Goldie down there and hoping she frees the Shade in her greed- either screwing over spiritkind or those still alive.
Goldie gets her before she can do either.
Snowshine wakes up facedown on a cloud, and pushes herself up on her feet to see the Sun.
"... Oh, hi!" The Sun waves to her. "We've put her in the junjun grounds where we put the other blood knights, don't worry!"
"You have a protocol for this!?" She wants to yell, but instead, she remembers the blood, and the sounds, and the words, and she wails until her lungs give out, until she's red in the face from her blubbering yet can still feel and see the blood on herself and her clothes, the red and some black staining her gloves...
"Hey. Snowshine." The Sun asks- Snowshine remembers when she thought the angels knew everything. Her birth and her death and the ones of the people who died alongside her and the ones of the people she killed. If there was a figure who ever knew such things, it'd be the Sun himself. "Wanna have our blue plate special?"
"... What?"
The Sun pulls out a chocolate cake on a blue plate.
Snowshine blinks. "... Sure?"
It was a good cake.
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