i. [early; hours 1-10] when I watch the world burn / all I think about is you
[And here they are again. The apocalypse. Taako's getting pretty fucking tired of this, by this point.
Most people live through the end of the world maybe once, but Taako's lived through it over a hundred times, and this one's no different. It's an endurance test to the nines, a push that never stops, a grind that doesn't end. When the Null came in first he didn't think this was really any kind of ending; he's faced so much, what was a few fucking robots?
That changed pretty quickly when they ran him through and then murdered his boyfriend. So sure, maybe he's got a horse in this race, even if he'd be loathe to admit it.
The name of the game here, though, is to limit exposure, keep them on their toes, and count his slots damn carefully. When too many of them come forward, he'll bust something big with a burning wall of fire, wrapping it around and rerouting to others who can pick them off. If you look like you're in a bad spot, you might even find yourself shielded or a single attack blocked. But the most fun is probably when you may see a broken Null suddenly shudder to life on the ground, standing as Taako hollers from not far off.]
Hey! Don't hit that one! I've got it! This is gonna be some fantasy rock em sock em robots shit!
[Just because he's serious about this doesn't mean he isn't... well, exactly who he is here.]
ii. [later; hours 13-24] we'll stay offline so no one gets hurt / hiding from the real world
[Alright, fuck, this is terrible. Taako has to pull back and take breaks every once in a while, trying to regain his spell slots as much as possible through meditation and pure force of will. It's very rare he's seen with any kind of wear and tear, but the amount of concentration it takes to do magic, resist the Door's everything, and not freak out under the pressure of his own brain is too much for him to think about much else. So at some point, he can be found tucked just outside the Coliseum, only as far as he needs to be, tucked into a corner with his palms pressing into his eyes as he mutters under his breath.]
Fuck, fuck these stupid robots, how long does this shit have to go, just, it's fine, it's fine, it's fine...
[He does not seem very fine.]
iii. [wildcard] we'll be the proud remainers / here 'til the morning breaks us
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taako | door defense | ota
[And here they are again. The apocalypse. Taako's getting pretty fucking tired of this, by this point.
Most people live through the end of the world maybe once, but Taako's lived through it over a hundred times, and this one's no different. It's an endurance test to the nines, a push that never stops, a grind that doesn't end. When the Null came in first he didn't think this was really any kind of ending; he's faced so much, what was a few fucking robots?
That changed pretty quickly when they ran him through and then murdered his boyfriend. So sure, maybe he's got a horse in this race, even if he'd be loathe to admit it.
The name of the game here, though, is to limit exposure, keep them on their toes, and count his slots damn carefully. When too many of them come forward, he'll bust something big with a burning wall of fire, wrapping it around and rerouting to others who can pick them off. If you look like you're in a bad spot, you might even find yourself shielded or a single attack blocked. But the most fun is probably when you may see a broken Null suddenly shudder to life on the ground, standing as Taako hollers from not far off.]
Hey! Don't hit that one! I've got it! This is gonna be some fantasy rock em sock em robots shit!
[Just because he's serious about this doesn't mean he isn't... well, exactly who he is here.]
ii. [later; hours 13-24] we'll stay offline so no one gets hurt / hiding from the real world
[Alright, fuck, this is terrible. Taako has to pull back and take breaks every once in a while, trying to regain his spell slots as much as possible through meditation and pure force of will. It's very rare he's seen with any kind of wear and tear, but the amount of concentration it takes to do magic, resist the Door's everything, and not freak out under the pressure of his own brain is too much for him to think about much else. So at some point, he can be found tucked just outside the Coliseum, only as far as he needs to be, tucked into a corner with his palms pressing into his eyes as he mutters under his breath.]
Fuck, fuck these stupid robots, how long does this shit have to go, just, it's fine, it's fine, it's fine...
[He does not seem very fine.]
iii. [wildcard] we'll be the proud remainers / here 'til the morning breaks us
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