what he sees is ice shooting straight up from the ground where he threw his spell. the icicles are like a spiked floor almost, and in a cruel and almost familiar way, his double is impaled on them. just like earlier, in the library. it's a gory scene, blood leaking down out of it, but the worst part is that it seems like its still alive. it stares at him, tears flooding down its face, as it weakly scrabbles at the ice with pale fingers. trying to pull itself up, off, save itself.
it seems to realize it doesn't have long, though.
so. the second it sees mathis, its grip on the staff tightens, and lifts, and shoots one last ice missile, straight and true, right through mathis's eye socket.]
[...it's awful, seeing his double impaled. bleeding. alive.
his copy struck first. he was only-- he was only... he had to try to live. they both did. but watching the tears flow down 'his' face, watching himself scrabble at the impaling ice...
what gives his double such a good shot is the way he takes a couple of steps forward without even realizing it. he doesn't know if he means to try to end it mercifully or to try to do something to help, somehow.
he doesn't get the chance to before the ice missile hits him.
DOES THIS. KILL HIM. I FEEL LIKE GOING THROUGH THERE KILLS YOU.]
in that last few seconds before he is, though, mathis watches as the shadow's hand drops down. it slumps. and then mathis drops, collapsed in a heap in front of himself, both having come to an undignified end.
and mathis (real) wakes up outside in the hallway, in front of a closed, locked door, missing an eye.]
is his chest stab better now? i have to ask just to know, this doesn't affect anything.
mostly because if this is where we're going to be meeting back up he is going to crumple to his knees and sob quietly here until the others show up, thank you.
if this is not then he will instead do that until they dry up, then wait until he's pretty sure they're not coming.]
[he can wait here for a bit and see who might else end up out here. at some point hope comes over and pats him on the shoulder, but her hand goes through him.
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what he sees is ice shooting straight up from the ground where he threw his spell. the icicles are like a spiked floor almost, and in a cruel and almost familiar way, his double is impaled on them. just like earlier, in the library. it's a gory scene, blood leaking down out of it, but the worst part is that it seems like its still alive. it stares at him, tears flooding down its face, as it weakly scrabbles at the ice with pale fingers. trying to pull itself up, off, save itself.
it seems to realize it doesn't have long, though.
so. the second it sees mathis, its grip on the staff tightens, and lifts, and shoots one last ice missile, straight and true, right through mathis's eye socket.]
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his copy struck first. he was only-- he was only... he had to try to live. they both did. but watching the tears flow down 'his' face, watching himself scrabble at the impaling ice...
what gives his double such a good shot is the way he takes a couple of steps forward without even realizing it. he doesn't know if he means to try to end it mercifully or to try to do something to help, somehow.
he doesn't get the chance to before the ice missile hits him.
DOES THIS. KILL HIM. I FEEL LIKE GOING THROUGH THERE KILLS YOU.]
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no yeah, Mathis Claude is dead.
in that last few seconds before he is, though, mathis watches as the shadow's hand drops down. it slumps. and then mathis drops, collapsed in a heap in front of himself, both having come to an undignified end.
and mathis (real) wakes up outside in the hallway, in front of a closed, locked door, missing an eye.]
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is his chest stab better now? i have to ask just to know, this doesn't affect anything.
mostly because if this is where we're going to be meeting back up he is going to crumple to his knees and sob quietly here until the others show up, thank you.
if this is not then he will instead do that until they dry up, then wait until he's pretty sure they're not coming.]
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his chest is fine!
for now.]
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he'll sit here and wait, then.]