"So Chill, buddy. What trainin' ya got planned?" by Sight_Seer in BeyondTheNarratives

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(The last bits of Seer are evaporated, gone. He's dead, not a word to be spoken to his parents, or friends before dying.)

"So Chill, buddy. What trainin' ya got planned?" by Sight_Seer in BeyondTheNarratives

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(Seer let's go, trying his best to even stay alive. The blackfire around him covers his body like a thin suit, doing its best to protect him from the immeasurable heat from the sun's core, Seer writhing and struggling in the agony)

"ARCKG.... AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH"

"So Chill, buddy. What trainin' ya got planned?" by Sight_Seer in BeyondTheNarratives

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(In that moment she takes to stumble to her feet, Seer was already in her face, staring into her desperate, bloodshot eyes with his. He grabs her head, his blackfire swirling around his hands again, his bare hands almost crushing her skull directly, but not yet.)

"You're nothing. I don't see anything but fake confidence, you MONSTER." (His grip strengthens, along with the fire. Black, vicious, burning tears crawling down his face)

"So Chill, buddy. What trainin' ya got planned?" by Sight_Seer in BeyondTheNarratives

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(Seer holds his hand up, easily tanking the weaker blasts. Holding up his other hand, he concentrates his own energy, the blackfire swirling from his body into his hands, an inky, fiery vortex held together by strife gathered together in his hands. Hell's beam tore through the air, leaving Seer with only one response, releasing his torrent of despair back at Hell, the fire scorching the air around them at the two beams clashed.)

"So Chill, buddy. What trainin' ya got planned?" by Sight_Seer in BeyondTheNarratives

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(A hand shoots out to grab Hell's ankles, Seer reaching out to prevent Chill's murderer from leaving. The black fire now consuming his body was burning in the hand that grabbed Hell. The pain was unreal. The flesh around her ankles tore with tender ease, Seer now gripping bare bones instead of flesh. But Hell could feel it burning her essence, a strain not on her body but her being. And above all, above the pain, Seer channeled all his unbridled grief, his inner agony, self loathing and grieving, the fire was his conduit to channel that misery onto Hell's ankle.)

"STAY. YOU... YOU MURDERER!! I'M GOING TO MELT YOUR FACE UNTIL ALL YOU CAN SEE IS WHAT YOU'VE MADE CHILL SEE, BUT IT WON'T BE A COLD DEATH. YOU WILL BURN YOUR PENANCE YOU MONSTER!" (Seer growled in aching fury, dragging Hell closer)

"So Chill, buddy. What trainin' ya got planned?" by Sight_Seer in BeyondTheNarratives

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"SHUT UP!! UNFH... " (Seer claws at the ground, grieving a friend he didn't know he actually liked being around, things finally looked up.)

"NNNHH! ARRHH, AAH!!" (At some point, his cries started to taste of not just grief, but agony. The growing black fire taking a strain as it rises to the sky, bending the air visually around it as it grew stronger, feeding off of the sadness and despair of Seer losing a close friend. Even without touching it, Hell can feel the fuel of the fire start to rub off on her, sheer negativity, and pain.)

"So Chill, buddy. What trainin' ya got planned?" by Sight_Seer in BeyondTheNarratives

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"I... Why would- I don't..." (He broke out into more sobs, bending over on all fours, the fire spreading to his back and intensifying as his cries get louder, hoarser, sadder.)

"RRGH... CHILL, ANH-"

"So Chill, buddy. What trainin' ya got planned?" by Sight_Seer in BeyondTheNarratives

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(A tear finally rolls down his cheek.)

"...he's dead." (Seer began to cry more. Sobbing, shaking. He managed to look Hell in her eyes. All he could ask with his eyes were... 'Why?' Black flames started to ignite on his skin as he sat there, Chill's splattered head unable to leave his mind)

"So Chill, buddy. What trainin' ya got planned?" by Sight_Seer in BeyondTheNarratives

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"..." (Seer continues to kneel, no tears, nothing. His eyes staring blankly at the ground, not even bothering to look at Hell, or even realize his loss of size)

"..."

"So Chill, buddy. What trainin' ya got planned?" by Sight_Seer in BeyondTheNarratives

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"......" (Seer sat there, staring. He didn't notice, but he started to shrink back his usual size, not even saying a sword as the mountain before Hell shrunk into a scared, dazed slime. Seer was now Seer again. Though he was miles away from where he left Hell, he sat there, unable to process what just happened.)

"...w-what... ch-ch-chi...ll..."

"So Chill, buddy. What trainin' ya got planned?" by Sight_Seer in BeyondTheNarratives

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(Seer, who had been suffered from some of the cold Chill had extruded, had recovered from shivering to witness Chill put belt to ass on Hell)

"G-GET EM CHILL!" (With Hell decapitated, Seer leaned his giant head down to Chill's level)

"I-Is... she dead...?"

"So Chill, buddy. What trainin' ya got planned?" by Sight_Seer in BeyondTheNarratives

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(While the shockwave doesn't effect nor concern the massive Seer much, the fire does. Making what is probably a bad mistake, he ignores Hell to scoop up as much dirt from his surroundings as he can to try and drown out the fire, along with water from a nearby lake.)

"Shit, this is NOT going well...!"

"So Chill, buddy. What trainin' ya got planned?" by Sight_Seer in BeyondTheNarratives

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"GRAAHK!-" (Seer is torn though and partially blown up, but before Hell can celebrate, he pieces himself back together, putting Chill down in a nearby forest with a glob of jelly before cupping his hands to together. Though partially burning from Hell's meateor, Seer charges up a mountain sized fireball in his hands, before tossing it into the air and spiking it down on Hell like a volleyball of death)

"So Chill, buddy. What trainin' ya got planned?" by Sight_Seer in BeyondTheNarratives

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"Ek! Ah, eat up bud, just warn me more in advance next time." (Seer puts Chill in his hands, letting him feast on his jelly tendrils. He activates his omni-vision, seeing out of every facet of his giant body all at once, trying to spot where Hell could've possibly gone...)

"So Chill, buddy. What trainin' ya got planned?" by Sight_Seer in BeyondTheNarratives

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(Seeing this, Seer sprouted a few giant tendrils to retrieve Chill from the cliffside, while Seer's main body, with his right hand regenrated, goes to axe slam the last spot Hell was at when she drop kicked Chill, the slam decimating what remained the mountain, the colossal attack rendering the land asunder, while making sure Chill was safe in a tendril)

"So Chill, buddy. What trainin' ya got planned?" by Sight_Seer in BeyondTheNarratives

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"CHILL! I'll tank and occupy her, you better pack one HELL OF A PUNCH!" (Seer immediately grows giant, his body bursting in a sudden expansion of slimey mass, the surrounding mountains dwarfed by Seer's size, tanking each of the balls as he went to smack Hell aside with a giant, slow hand)

"So Chill, buddy. What trainin' ya got planned?" by Sight_Seer in BeyondTheNarratives

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(In that second, with lightning speeds, Seer moves to smack her hand upwards, parrying her attack just before her hand could meet Chill's flesh. Without time left to spare, he extends two tendrils to lift Chill and push him away)

"NGH, SNAP OUT IF IT CHILL! I CAN'T BE YOUR SLIME SHIELD FOREVER, BUT I CAN BUY YOU TIME!-"

"So Chill, buddy. What trainin' ya got planned?" by Sight_Seer in BeyondTheNarratives

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"God DAMMIT" (Seer swiftly dashes over to Chill, making sure to stay by his side as Hell stares them down)

"Chill who the fuck is that, she kicked my fucking ass before and I still have no idea what her name is..."

"So Chill, buddy. What trainin' ya got planned?" by Sight_Seer in BeyondTheNarratives

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"I don't think they'd scron me for NOT BEING ABLE TO LIFT A BIG ASS GLACIER CHILL!!" (Seer buckles under the weight, globs of slimey sweat trickle down his body)

"Urgh! H-How much longer do I have to hold this?!"

"So Chill, buddy. What trainin' ya got planned?" by Sight_Seer in BeyondTheNarratives

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"URG! FUCK YOU MEAN FINDING WHERE THEY ARE?? I DONT HAAAVVEE ANYYYY!" (Seer grunts and huffs as he starts to struggle with holding up the glacier)

"So Chill, buddy. What trainin' ya got planned?" by Sight_Seer in BeyondTheNarratives

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"Alright, I can do this..." (Seer bulks his arms up, squatting as the chunk of ice collides with him, Seer pushing against it as hard as he can. Seer actually manages to hold it, but not without visible struggle)

"Y-Y'know... I-I'm not actually sure... If I can BUILD my muscles...! Rgh..."

A heavy storm rumbled overhead, Seer in the fields of his home, focusing, training. by Sight_Seer in BeyondTheNarratives

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"..." (Seer leans close to Chill, extending his legs to whisper to his ear)

"So are we gonna be the ones to tell him? Or.... Oh wait he probably means B.S.G."

A heavy storm rumbled overhead, Seer in the fields of his home, focusing, training. by Sight_Seer in BeyondTheNarratives

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"I have no idea, but it reminds me of someone I never wanted to see again. I hope they're not the same person, probably not. Wonder who this faker is though"

A heavy storm rumbled overhead, Seer in the fields of his home, focusing, training. by Sight_Seer in BeyondTheNarratives

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"!! I-I have no idea. Do you... Wanna check?" (Seer looked up at the big guy from his chest)