Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20160806232744/@comment-26444332-20160809044239

Under the light of a full moon, in the abandoned Old Quarter of Solaris, in a silent square deserted for a hundred years, two people stand.

'We don't have to do this,' Azarias says, hands in his overcoat's pockets.

'We do.' The other responds, drawing a short sword laden with a black chain from beneath his cloak, burning with violet fire.

'There's a reason the Divine Beast: Behemoth armament is classified as a Forbidden Device, Sextus. It will destroy your body and leave you a withered husk.'

'Maybe so, but there's no way Crosswire can beat this particular Divine Armament.'

'Yes, well. Ever head of dual compatibility?' Azarias asks, removing his hands from his pockets to reveal... Nothing. The Crosswire gloves are not on his hands. Instead, he draws a long jet sword with deep purple gems set into the area where the crossguard should be, the sword very similar to his Flare.

'That's...' Sextus trails off, fear in his voice, before continuing at a shout. 'You... Do you want to go mad?!'

'I'm a Stigma, don't you know. We're all apparently destined to die mad anyway. The world is a wonderfully insane place.'

With that, Azarias stabs the sword's point into the ground, holding the pommel with one hand. Sextus hurriedly activates his armament, the sword's chain latching onto his arm and growing, the links melting into dark armor that rapidly begins to cover his body.

'O Dragon who devours the flesh and blood of the Gods,' Azarias whispers, his unoccupied hand stretched out to the sky, 'Heed my call, and appear before me. Bahamut, serve your rider!' He says, ending the phrase with a cry. And with that, a black "dragon" Divine Armament drops onto the battlefield. The magically powered suit of mechanical armor opens itself, allowing Azarias to don it and draw the long sword sheathed at it's side. The sword hums with magic, dark purple flames licking at the edges.

Facing him, Sextus is now clad in dark armor, Behemoth having feasted on his flesh and used it to craft plates stronger than any earth-formed metal. The Solarian Divine Armament-user draws out his weapon, the short obsidian blade from before, the flames licking along the edges now a dark crimson. The desperate Solarian charges forward, sword swinging. Azarias appraises him coldly for a moment, then joins battle.

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Later on, Azarias stumbles back into the rooms adjoining Ella's, the sword device to summon the dark dragon sheathed and back in it's proper place. He sighs and collapses on the bed, but not before tossing a small bundle onto his desk that clanks softly. It unravels a little, revealing the same Divine Armament his opponent, Viscount Sextus Junius, had been using.