Series: Legend of the Balancers - Balancer Productions
AU: Abandon All Hope
Characters: CB(Creator Balance), Core Cracker
Short description: CB creates and destroys, just like any force of nature. Character Study/Fluff & Angst?
probably the shortest ah've ever written. i don't mind it too much, really. couldn't figure out what to do soo CB go weeeee
something something CB is terrifying when you consider how easily it could switch between moods, and how brutal it is in "taking care of the problem." one moment it's creating flowers, the next someone is dead.
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Golden frames hangs on the pure walls of the Creator Hub, the only colors ever appearing are the ones it brings in itself. It reminds the host of what it used to be, so that means it would make its host happy. It will do that.
The frames are empty at the moment. It will not be, as it reached for dyes and brushes. Things that it has no experience with, but it doesn't matter. It will try, as to give its host a sense of closure. So that he wouldn't be so upset anymore.
The brush in its hand is light yet solid, as bits of dye floats around the body of its host. Glimpses of memories not of its own faintly appeared within the mind, shutting its host's eyes as it reached for those memories. Colors of teachers as blurs within the darkness.
It wished it knew them better then simply burning memories. But it knew its host likes his privacy, so it wouldn't push. Will never so.
The eyes opens and it raised its brush, yellow dragging across the blank canvas within the frame. The canvas slowly molding into shards of glass as a silhouette of who it wanted to paint stays as a solid canvas. Shifting as it drags the brush around the painting.
This will take awhile. It's fine with that.
⠀ Fire chips away at wood and nature, the ground it walks on now a brown mess beneath it. It used to be green, full of life and calmness that was torn away in one's selfishness. It would never understand why, but it's not what it's here for.
Someone in armour tries to crawl away from its host, a swift movement of its host's sword digging into its remaining arm and into the muddy ground stops its attempts immediately. Its scream is annoying, but it couldn't care less.
"Wha—" The being coughs up a purple liquid that reminds it of portals, its eyes looking into its host's owns with such... shakiness? It doesn't have any, but it could feel its energy stuttering and flickering. "What are you?"
It tilts its head, watching as the purple liquid continues to flow from the being's body as it struggles to move away. To get away. It wouldn't work as well with one arm, but they all always seem to be stubborn like that.
At least the gauntlet and its stolen gems can be returned quite easily. It picks up the severed arm with the gauntlet still attached and digs the sword deeper into its arm. It makes a choking, wet noise. What an curious sound.
"I am this World's Defender," The voice of its host speaks, with words not of his own, "till my host can return safely."
The sword embedded in the enemy's arm sparks with energy, lighting striking into the fragile body. It screams. The heel of its host keeping one of its legs in place so it wouldn't so easily get away.
It slides the sword out of its hand and raises to plummet it into the being once more, before a voice catches its attention. Its legs moving to turn towards the voice. A mistake.
An odd swoohing noise rings out for only a moment, and when it turns back towards its victim, there's only a pool of purple liquid.
Hm. Well, the being is too injured to be much harm, and with its main source of power missing no less. It isn't its problem anymore. Only thing left is to return the gems in the gauntlet.
