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Post by CC on Apr 16, 2006 12:47:03 GMT -5
(ooc -editing Tala part of post... made mistakes)
While waiting for Psychosis to answer, his mind obviously in far off places, the cat lets her eyes roam over the assembled heroes, still botherred by the fact that Syth had turned into a large pile of dust but trusting that something was up, else she was sure the Goddess would have mentioned something about it. There was the fox, she recognized him from whatever it was she was shown in the chamber - past lives etc and he seemed to be greatly unhappy and arguing with another. They had a past of sorts together apparently and she noted that with interest. Others were strangely quiet, nibbling on the food in front of them and keeping mostly to themselves. Her stomach growls and she grins sheepishly - it seemed as though she was constantly being distracted by things here and there, but it amused her greatly.
She turns her attention back to the hedgehog in front of her and something inside her stomach does a flip flop - and it is not the lack of food. The black furred cat bashfully looks down at her empty plate and with a steady paw she starts lifting some food from the platters in front of her and putting it onto her dish. She chooses mostly fresh fish and some vegetables, no sauces of any sort. She pickily moves around the tomatoes and mushrooms and then looks around questioningly for something to drink, noticing a few seconds later a largedecanter of icy cold ' water. The feline lifts it up gently and fills her cup, filling Psychosis' cup as an afterthought. All of this is done in a manner of seconds, but for her it seems like an eternity, not too sure what to think or what to say and preferring humour to most other things. Her mind was a mix of emotions and thoughts of the things that had gone on within the chamber, but she mentally chided herself, realizing that there were much more important things to worry about - such as the possible "end of the world" rather than... well... those others things that usually only girly girls worry about.
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Tala flowed out of the shadows, appearing in her own little chamber, quietly and thoughtfully. She stepped gently over to her water basis and she looked into the cool shimmering water, for a moment noticing with suprise a red tinge to her eyes, but when she blinked and looked again it had disappeared, leaving her eyes the normal golden yellow. She reaches up and unfurls her hair, letting the long golden tresses fall down her back. She shakes her head to finish getting it free and then dips it fully into the cold water, letting it get fully soaked. She rinses it thoroughly and then runs her one furred paw through to untangle. The process takes about 15 minutes before the hair is fully clean and she replaces it back into the tight bun on the top of her head. She takes a few more moments to clear her charred fur and she also takes off her mechanical arm, paying little attention to the scarred lump underneath that used to be another arm. She walks over to the bags and takes out a few pieces of equipment and walks back over to the arm, sitting cross-legged in front of it. She makes a few adjustments and ensures that everything is in perfect working order, knowing full well that she should be ready at any moment for a summons. Once the arm is oiled and cleaned she reattatches it with skill that takes years of practice, tightning the few last straps and flexing her few working muscles to make the arm work. The metal paw opens and closes and all the joints move perfectly in accordance to her wishes.
As she does this she thinks over the few things that she had learnt and then goes on to think of the powers that her Lord possesses... as well as what powers the shadow creatures possess. With a thought she calls for a single Wraith and before long, her bag in the corner of the room starts to shake a bit. It rumbles a few times and then disappears fully, in its place a swirling misty blackness floats, it moves eerily towards her and then stops directly in front of her, "Show yourself to me"
The mist forms into the large creature and she nods her head approvingly, notincing the complete obedience in its eyes. She bids it to leave once more and it melts into the darkness of the mountain caves, meanwhile, the lemur concentrates lightly, forming a ball of energy in front of her once more, she lets it disappear with a harmless poof and then looks towards the wall, where her small bag sits again.
The one thing about the lemur is that she learns quickly, and in no time she is concentrating deep within her very soul, finding the dark black ki energy within her. She forms an image into her mind of herself and when she opens her bright eyes there is a dopelganger of herself standing by the wall. She looks it over and for the first time in a very long time she smiles.
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Post by Lucian on Apr 16, 2006 20:36:48 GMT -5
Armed and ready, Paladin walked back towards the cafeteria. While he had not willfully eaten save in his home dimension as a nicety for visiting dignitaries, he found that the Goddess was not available at the moment, so waiting with the rest of the heroes was his best bet of quickly recieving orders for the battles to come.
Down the many marbled passageways the deathog took in the finer notes lost in his constant questing through the compound. All around here and there were statues of an hourglass, or of a venerable old man bearing that time piece with him. Though none were overly ornate, nor labled in any way, Twilight had a nagging feeling he had met the gentleman before, and what he had imparted onto what used to be Syth was important.
Shaking the creepy deja vu away, the judge of souls entered the room where the others were being served. With his cowel pulled low and dressed in the garb of the other palace staff his entry was not company to any notice. Perhaps an observant sort would not the red gleam beneath his hood's shadow but that would be the only tell tale sign that they had ever known the entity before them until now.
Quietly taking in his surroundings, the once aloof Reaper observed his fellow heroes. Stealth, bloisterous and energetic, a cliche' hard luck hero to a T. Cici, calm though boyant in attitude was everything he remembered from the Omega Zone, still as pretty if a bit more knowledged in her Prime Incarnation. Psychosis ever a pillar of mental might, seemed to be hitting it off with the cat. A small tinge of jealousy coarsed through the deathog's veins but he reminded himself that this was not his catgirl and never would be, the bastard didn't know how lucky he was.
Luminous, the lad he had traveled with certainly had hit it off well with Thunder. Their animated chatting easily the loudest of the bunch though personal history not battle tactics seemed to be the mainstay of their banter. Kuri had said not a word and had moved little, either still confused about being thrust into divine war or just a bit slow on the uptake the canine appeared to be in good spirits regardless.
And so the silent sitanel watched on as these would be heroes of good and light delved into their meal. For some, it would probably be the last they ever eat, a pity, they certainly seemed like nice individuals.
Meanwhile; Lucian was finally getting back into stride. With Duro's help, had located the rather ordinary rock that served as the shields power source. A lightning quick pierce with his rapier shorted out the circuitry and a fairly earth shattering boom later the shields slowly faded away.
"It would appear we are with out orders and Master Ivo is no longer acessable. What would you suggest that we do in the mean time until communications can be reestablsihed?"
The vampire smiled wide, that not so nice smile that parents describe to their children when they misbehave and have to use the 'boogey man' as an instructive wedge.
"Well, not to toot my own horn but after surviving a few centuries. Granted most of that was spent incarcerated in a robot cast in the image of my mortal enemy. The best thing to do after being cut off from your commanding officer is lie low, restock, and await further orders from a defensible location."
"Satelite photos open before malfunctions show a village of free mobians half way between here and Heavy Valley Zone. It was only recently rediscovered by the Eggman Empire and would largely be unnoticed by both hero factions and hostile villain factions.
It would offer substantial cover for my main body and the necessary. . .nourishment. . for your own internal batteries. It is a technology less area but I have already recharged my batteries from the base's stores whilst running my repairative programs.
If we leave now we would have to wait for the next moonrise for your to. . .do your thing. . .as you are currently no longer equiped with the sunlight shield nor the Aegis Base's protection."
"Then let us make haste my robotic associate, I'm hungry and we have much work to do before our Master calls upon us once more!"
Making his way back to the still immobile Apophis, taking extra care to purposly step on any Hydra units with sensative parts exposed, Lucian finally arrived at the now restarting dragon. A short leap and Duro hopped off the vampire's shoulder and crawled back into the ultimate siege weapon's head. The sound of wires connecting, a short burst of steam, and Apophis rose once more.
Now it was the vampire's turn to perch on his battle associates shoulder, the plasma engines kicking into high gear the two left the light forsaken fortress of the now defunct Eggman. Not knowing how close they came to a brush with oblivion, a grim finale to existance simmering away beneath the mobian soil.
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Post by Shae the Bat on Apr 16, 2006 23:22:03 GMT -5
The great demon was at ends deep within the Void. An interloper, nary on the side of the Light Goddess and nor his own religious zealots, had happened upon a shard of his SoulGem. This was unacceptable, and with all his minions soon to be unavailable with other tasks, he would have to reclaim it through other means. Setting himself in a deep meditation, Syntaru first called out to his Apostles. Shade, Legion, Tala, Andre and Shae.
"Here me, loyal servants, your Lord has his next task for you.. we are going to swarm and assault the wretched temples of the Goddess that remain. The first wave will have Tala take the Mobian Jungle, Shade take Downunda, Legion take Azure Island, Andre take the Baron Plain Islands.. and Shae, you will take Mercia.. I will tned to the matters in Ice Cap.." said the Demon. "When you are ready to leave, you will be transported to the appropriate locations through Shadow Holes.. I suggest you not fail.."
His voice no longer echoed in the Apostles' heads. They had their tasks, the demon had his. In his meditation he now called out to the young hedgehog that had claimed the SoulGem from the Temple of Strength. He seeped into her dreams, assuming the form of her former mentor.
"Myst.. can you hear me.. Myst.." said Syntaru in this form.
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Post by Lucian on Apr 17, 2006 0:15:27 GMT -5
"It was a small village really.
It had a small low stone wall, built ages before it's current inhabitants ever set foot upon the fertile soils half way between the Aegis Forest and Heavy Valley. A tiny villa of war escapes and hermit types not wanting the protective bustle of a full blown city or the prime targets of independant towns doting the mobian landscape prime for Ivo's onslaught or roboticization rampages.
Pagatim Sceleratus so named by the words carved into the cental well that made living there in the middle of no where possible. No one that lived there could tell what the lettering actually ment and had they known the ominous inscription might have prevented their ever having set foot on the cursed ground. But there were no scholars amongst the simple fruit farmers that harvested year after year. And they say innocence is bliss. . .
Which brings us to little Peggy Sue. This cute little chipmunk has a deep secret, an unexplainable inner fear that no matter how many times her loving parents explain to her, there's nothing in the dark corner of her room that is out to get her. No boogey man under the bed, not creature in the closet, no aweful abomination waiting to go bump in the night. She was nine now and her parents no longer left a candle on her windowsill. It was a fire hazard, the illuminations were expensive, and she ought to be old enough to brave the dark at her age. Certainly her parents ment well in their ministrations, but had they humored their daughter who knows how the future might unfold.
Across the starfruit field was another cottage, an old man, eyes so filled with cataracts that he could barely see. Shadows of people, blurred flurries of movement. Well enough to live on his own on familar ground but no so well to see anything unfamilar. Oldman Cootes was a bitter old soul, he'd lost his wife and son in the last Robotnik War. No longer having a reason to see life as a joyous event Cootes got more and more jaded as the Mobian turns wore on. And in his quest to run from his painful past he'd found Pagatim Sceleratus a sanctuary. Once a fell toned middle aged farmer now he tended his land with little care of a bountiful crop. He made enough to get by, with some charity from his neighbors, as the community was tightly nit regardless of temperment or reasoning for running away from civilization.
And some were better at running away than others. Nathaniel Boun was such a man, an ex-Evergreen City cop that had seen too much bloodshed in his short career to handle. And now, a guardian of sorts still, Nate Boun acted acted as the law in the small townlet. Where the majority of his duties were settling land disputes or escorting the local drinking buddies back to their fretting wives before the moon set. It was a simple life, with out pain, loss, corruption, or poverty. His meager salary supplimented by crops the farmers would offer him in return for his "protection". Honest, and clean living at it's best as far as Mr. Boun was concerned.
Yes, Pagatim Sceleratus had everything a person could want if their goal was a quiet private life.
It was a small village, really."
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Post by Psychosis on Apr 17, 2006 0:45:51 GMT -5
Amon shook his head, he'd lost track of the moment when Stealth and Thunder started to bicker. He turned to Ci Ci as she poured his glass of water. He himself had taken a salad and a few fruits for nourishment. He cleared his thoat and spoke once more.
"Dear girl, you're quite bashful one aren't you, very well though, during my experiences in the chamber I learned that by keeping my emotions in, it was doing more harm than good.. so I had to shed my fears.. I've also uncovered memories of my childhood that I'd long forgotten.. for instance.. my name.. it's Amon."
His voice was cheery, he'd truly seen himself ina new light, and was better for it. Spade, who was at the opposite end of teh table, was worried about the food. He did not want to overendulge, reverting to his old self, he figured that this was perhaps the last test by his Mother.
He grabbed a few vegetables, some curred meats and an apple. He knew that the meats were sytnthetically produced, so he would not be eating one that was once alive. Still, it felt weird, but tasted great. He paced himself in his meal, watching the rest of the fighters talking and eating. He did not recognize any other than Luminous, he would have been chatty too, but hi smind was concentrating on the meal.
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Post by Lucian on Apr 17, 2006 2:18:59 GMT -5
"Oh dear me, I've lost my place, where was I?
Ah yes, the town at night. Twas a peaceful locale to be sure. Having mostly been refuges from war they had all wanted to live non-threatening lives devoid of the trappings of paranoia and fear of one's neighbors. As I said, everyone knew everyone, and only one person in a three mile radius was even remotedly armed with more than farming impliments. That man being the constable I was speaking of earlier, Nathaniel Boun, walking the beat for the short amount of time that he did impressed upon him the need to be armed at all times.
So in his efforts to remain safe but uphold the meager laws that counted for justice he kept his city issue blaster with him. To his credit he even brought back up charge cells to power the now old fashioned device. A pity he kept them stored so far from his bed. One would think that just because the door is locked, the windows barred and there being no other obvious source of entry that one is safe but this is the view of someone that has not traveled the vast planes of existance thuroughly enough to respect the fact that not all things that lurge to and from in the midnight gloom need an obvious opening.
Especially when you make the foolish mistake of opening the door for the creature that manages to gut you like a trout the moment the portal to your pathetic dwelling. Oh even his scream was pathetic, a shoutless whisper of denial. As if by running away to this distant villa that he would be safe from ol' Grim himself. As if death would get the address long and Mr. Boun would have an extended holiday on this plane of existance. His dying words almost made up for his pitiful show of suffering.
That rather nasty bite I gave him left him drained and gave his dying voice an otherworldly 'in stero quality'. I believe it went something like this. . "
"Goddess no! Please divine mother no! The village. .the people. .the . .the. .the. ."
"I think it was about there, at his stutteringly annoying overtaxing of the article that I tore his head clean from his shoulders. Granted, as you've not doubt already borne witness to I'm rather verbose, but I can assure you with no small measure that I actually appreciate a man of few words. I just hate it when they repeat.
So, the towns only source of protection is now a maimed morass of mutilated muck and I'm still hungry. Oh, I should mention I tore off his head because I didn't want him coming back like one of my kind. I do so hate it when vampires foster offspring and slovenly leave them to fend for themselves. Honestly, if you're going to start an unholy army of the undead you really should be precise and instructional about it. Silly me, I've wandered again.
Well, I find the left over power cells of rather blood drenched gun. A simple slash and the liquid plasma starts to leak out of them like a freshly gouged chest wound. Upon contact with the air they, of course, burst into flames setting the whole ramshackle hut aflame. Not being particularly fond of fire, I made haste back through the door in which I was foolishly invited and locked it behind me.
As the small inferno caught fully and hungrily tore into the home, an errant gout of flame shot up like a warning shot to the remaining seven or eight houses. In an almost practiced formation all the adults ran to the well to start a fire fighting effort.
OH! If only you could see the expression on their faces when the first bucket of water out of the well contained more than water and bore a lovely crimson tint. I swear to you now by the tips of my fangs one woman fainted dead an the man next to her revisted all he'd consumed for a year if not more. You just can't beat macabre humor like that anymore!"
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Post by Stealth Greyblade on Apr 17, 2006 12:07:02 GMT -5
Stealth silently munched on his turkey leg, trying to pay any atention to the others. In fact he was glad they were leaving him alone for the most part. He was used to being alone. IT had been that way since he was a small child. Still though he couldnt help but glance up at a few of them. The cat....the blue striped hedgehog....even that other hedgehog before he burned up ....all had seemed strangly famileir like he had know them. yet he knew that was impossible For the most part he had never seen these faces before and he bet none of them had stepped into the streets of his city. He couldnt help but sigh and shake his head as he relased his blade, it falling away to small particles of light as he finnished his meal and whiping his muzzle clean with his forearm before looking up at the statue abit before then glancing about the room. That wierd new hedgehog was staring...he had been staring at the others since he got here. he couldnt help but forwn. "Hey pal why dont ya take a picture, It'll last longer."he said in his usual fassion.
Meanwhile Legion snapped out of his daze. the demons voice finaly out of his mind."Does a glorius conquerer get any rest these days."he muttered as he watched a video of the hydras being made along the newly finished asembly line. He then stood up and streatched. He walked over to the window, veiwing his new city. Already repairs were under way .he had to admit he did love the effeicnat way his units took care of there work. Mabey he could leave to take care of syntarus quest after all. he laughed and nodded and he clenched his fist crimson energy arced across his fist. "Indeed it has been awhile since I have gotten my hands dirty. " he said with a smirk as he walked back over to the throne and wrote up a new set of orders, informing his second Anton Felis to take command till he returned. He then sighed and closed his eyes. "Syntaru my lord I am ready send the shadow gate...though I am correct in that I wont be havign my forces with me...a pity.." he thought out. He then iopend his eyes awaiting for the shadow gate.
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Post by CC on Apr 17, 2006 12:54:48 GMT -5
She had just been inspeciting the doppelganger of herself, finding that it moved exactly as she wished it and she could even give it rudimentary orders when Syntaru's voice sounded within her mind. She listened patiently to his instructions and when the voice departed she bowed her head in automatic reverance. Tala cast a glace to her dopelganger and with a vague nod dispelled the energy that held it together, letting it implode before her very eyes. She reached down underneath the her loose black shirt, checking that all of her throwing daggers were in proper place... she counted each carefully in her mind - ten perfectly balanced silver knives were still in their places. She moved her one furred paw down to her left boot first, checking for her long, finely crafted dagger. She reached down with her metallic arm to her right boot and then lifted both daggers out. The blade was comfortably heavy in her one paw, the metallic arm registering nothing of the weight, and her eyes glanced over the daggers -checking that all was in order before replacing them within her boots. The lemur took a last glance around her crypt-like room to ensure that all was in order, and as if on command a dark hole opened up in front of her. There were no sounds coming from the inside, just a dark void that smacked of nothingness.
The black and white furred lemur stepped through the hole, the last thing to disappear being her long, ringed tail - as soon as all of her was out of her room the Shadow Hole closed with a soft pop, leaving nothing but the cool dampness of the cave in her place.
As if stepping through a door, the lemur finds herself in the midst of a hot and very humid jungle. The bird calls, loud and boisterous just before her eerie entrance were now gone, the creatures of the jungle feeling her dark presence emananting through a small area around her. She looks around cautiously, her yellow eyes searching the tall trees first and then the undergrowth for any signs of movement or life. At the same time she searches for alternate energies, finding none but the regular assortement of animals and creatures and the dull thrum of the nearby soul gem. Satisfied she leaps onto one of the lower hanging branches of a nearby tree, the area being one of strange comfort to the lemur, as if she were made for areas like this. She vaguely rememberred a forest similar to this close to the place she spent her early childhood at, but the memories were vague and she quickly cleared her mind of them, wanting to keep sharp and attentive. Her ringed tail grasped onto the branches automatically, helping her keep balance and she looked for the next best available branch, leaping quickly onto it with skilled ease, her tail unfurling and then wrapping itself onto the next available area. She stopped for a moment and looked to the ground, her eyes stopping upon a shadow coming from a large fern-like plant. The lemur is quiet as she stares upon the spot and soon, as if out of the depths of a deep lake a large furry leg crawls out, followed by another seven legs and a large demonic, spider-like body. Eight eyes swivel towards the trees where Tala sits and it waits, as if for a command. The lemur's voice is barely a whisper, "Scout ahead, warn of trouble" but the Shadow Harbinger apparently hears and quickly skitters off through the underbrush. The lemur follows at a safe distance behind, stopping and listening every once in a while for her sign to continue. It was like this she travelled, through the dense tree tops, hopping from branch to branch as she and the Shadow arachnid made their way towards the temple.
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"Me, bashful? Only when it comes to my body making funny noises when i neglect it - usually it is in regards to my stomach calling for food, it is not the most quiet of things!" She giggles and shrugs, rolling her eyes towards the ceiling and then looking back to the hedgehog's blue eyes, "You know, I met someone once who had a similar problem, keeping emotions in... of course, they did not have any special powers that would be destructive to them or anyone else. But anyways, he ended up missing out on a ton of stuff because he never let his emotions escape. Me, I am emotional in all respects and am very thankful for it... it can be a bit distracting at times, but at least I am honest to myself and others! Which means the most to me..." She pauses for a moment as if reflecting on what she had just mentioned before continuing on in a cheerful tone.
"Amon huh? Well Amon is a heck of a lot easier to say than Psychosis... so I guess that you will be going by that from now on huh?" The black-furred cat cheerfully munches on some food in between sentences, her whiskers twitching every once in a while as she overhears bits and pieces of conversation and the energy from the areas inhabitants seeming to be picked up unconsciously by her body. Her ears went back for a moment and she cocked her head to the side curiously, then looked around the room with a suspicious glint in her green eyes, finally stopping upon the cloaked and hooded figure in a corner of the large dining hall. A faint red glow beneath the cowl sparked a hint of memory within the brain of the feline and she grins mischieviously, picking up a nearby grape and rolling it thoughtfully in her paw. With a flick of her wrist and a tiny bit of focussed ki energy, she sends the grape hurtling towards the cloaked figure. The grape flies through the air, over the heads of a few of the sitting warriors and then lands with definate accuracy right on her mark, hitting him directly in the head. Supressing a grin, CC calls out over the din of the heroes towards the figure, "Syth, stop being an unsociable lout and come over here and talk to us... I may not know you in this... incarnation, but if you are anything like what I can remember I am sure that your conversation will be most welcome - albeit a bit dire at times"
She winks in his general direction and waits for his reaction, popping a few more pieces of food into her now grinning mouth, chewing thoughtfully with her eyebrows raised in distinct curiousness.
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Post by Lucian on Apr 17, 2006 13:44:15 GMT -5
Inwardly, Paladin applauded the catgirl for her perceptive manner, outwardly however a food fight was not the focus of his worries. Giving a bow but not moving from his position the resounding deathog spoke.
"I regret to inform you madam that Mr. Thanatos perished this morning shortly after leaving the Time Chamber. He did not react well to his trials in the Tiem Chamber and subsequently expired. I have been charged by Lady Aurora to take his place in the campaign that is to follow. Do not grieve for the fallen, he was in a great deal of pain and has at last found absolution. I am confident he is in a better place now, where ever that may be.
I am Paladin Twilight, feel free to call me by either name for I will respond to both, hopefully I will be able to fill the Reaper's boots so to speak in the up coming trials. As such, good luck to you all. And I believe the Goddess will be with us shortly.
Meanwhile;
"So, the village folk have found their protectors head in their only water source. They're too shocked to realize that I've made the omen on their well a reality in that the bloodied water would be worthless to imbibe now. But then again, I suppose once I get through that won't be a worry any more.
To their credit, they put two and two together and realized that they've left their infirm and children home alone with what ever devilishly hansome creature prowling their doomed hollow. It's about this time that little Peggy Sue opens her bedroom door only to be blinded by a splash of sticky liquid. Thinking it her brother playing a joke she wipes away the substance and stares at her hands.
They were red, a crimson vital red, the kind of red that pumps about the body in it's life perpetuating flow. At first she didn't scream, her small fragile mind not comprehending why there's blood on her face and in a priceless voice she asks in a pitch that I can only assume is a few octaves higher."
"Robbie, is that you?"
"Well, perish the though that I would keep the two siblings apart. So I drop the lifeless corpse at her feet, Robbie's chimpmunk head lolling about on his shoulders, eyes already glazed in death. And NOW she screams. A full bodied lung emptying scream. The kind that warns the whole country side that something bad is happening. With greater haste the parents make it to their home, this time with weapons and torches. I bend down low and she cuts off at once. The fear gripping her throat far better than my hand ever could. Rooted to the spot I lift up her chin and stare into those muddy brown orbs of hers and say.
'For that, I will see to it that ever person in the light forsaken village dies before you.'
And off I dash into the night, past the open window where no candle stood to ward away the darkness. Collapsing to her knees and gibbering her mother and father crash through the door to find their only sun crumpled on the ground at an unnatural angle, a pale pallor having consumed his vissage and a pair of bleeding holes in his neck. Peggy Sue simple rocks back and forth in shock and terror muttering over and over as her parents plead with her to tell them what happend. And all she responds with."
"He is coming back. . .he is coming back. . .he is coming back. . .hes is coming back. . ."
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Post by Psychosis on Apr 17, 2006 14:54:35 GMT -5
(OOC: Syth, that's reeeally disturbing...)
Amon watched the grape fly through the air, sensing the small build-up of kenetic energy beforehand. After a quick skim through her mind while she was distracted, he learned of her trials in the Chamber. As well, when the thought unnoticed hedgehog's voice rang through, he could sense familiarty. And upon a glance, he knew it to be true, this Paladin Twilight, was indeed the one they called Syth.
The harsh trials he endured in the chambers must have been to attain this goal. To be 'cleansed' of his former ill-fame, to be born again in the light. Amon stared into his eyes, and reached out to him with his mind.
~Tsk, tsk.. you should know better than to use such entendra around a psionic, Twilight, these poor folk might take it literally..~
Amon smirked, waiting for the Arch-Hedgehog to reply. Spade, was finishing up the last of his meal. The doubt he had about being able to control his former habits were soon lifted and he could truly enjoy the last bit of his meal. Now, more confidant than ever, the young and brave koalla was ready to face any dangers that the Destroyer would bring.
"Now that's what I call food, such delectable tastes, our Mother truly knows how to provide for her warriors nay?"
A big smile was on the koalla's face as he reclined slightly in his chair, sipping the glass of fruit medly he'd poured. Yes, he was in control, and it felt good.
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Post by CC on Apr 17, 2006 16:05:58 GMT -5
CC frowns, her senses were finely tuned, even more so after having been "awakened" in the chamber and every bone in her body was sure that this was still the hedgehog Syth... though the more she concentrated, the more she picked up subtle differences. His voice was the most changed, lighter almost and she wonderred if maybe she had made a mistake in thinking that Syth was indeed the figure by the wall. Not one to be shaken too much she recovers with a quick sheepish smile, "Well, sorry 'bout the fruit there... Palladin Twilight... um, thanks for the well wishes and I look forward to fighting alongside you."
The cat was smart, but she was so used to open honesty that she did not catch whatever subtle nuances there may have been in Paladin's small speech and thought that perhaps she was truly mistaken. A small part of her refused to let go of her first impressions, but she shoved them aside and instead decided to concentrate on the last parts of her meal. With a bit of shock she looks over at the koala who had been awfully quiet during the meal but who finally decided to speak up, merely in regards to how great the food was. The feline smiles and nods appreciatively, "Indeed, it has been a fine meal... and the Goddess certainly knows how to provide for those who follow her and stay true! By the by, I'm CC... and you?"
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Post by Spynmaster on Apr 17, 2006 23:10:22 GMT -5
(OOC- yeah, I'm jumping ahead here, assuming that Thunder followed them after he ate, 'cause he can't do much else since he doesn't really know the Void)
Thunder was relived to hear that Goddess Aurora was fine. Hopefully now, he could get to know her a bit, as well as those she associates with.
"Nice to hear that goddess Aurora is up and about again." Thunder said. "It'd be really bad if Aurora was permanently out from a back-stabbing blow like that. I don't get it. How did Shae turn from an ally to an traitor like that?"
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Post by Lucian on Apr 17, 2006 23:48:45 GMT -5
(OOC: You ain't seen nothing yet Psy!)
Paladin Twilight spoke up while the others continued to eat their meal.
"Lady Aurora was injured by Shae on two levels Sir Thunder. The first being the dark energy blast that corrupted her corpreal form. This particular form of assault is of course brutally efficent in striking those of a holy bent.
But more importantly, it is tretchery and treason that swooned the Goddess. Shae had served as a fellow Vanguard for many many years and a sudden turn of heart was most unpresidented even by the widely knowledged goddess. The Bat was the most faithful and loyal of all her holiness' warriors, charged with generaling the army and training new recruits in the defense of the land. Such a position is not granted with out years of service and complete trust given by Lady Aurora. A wounding of the spirit my compatriots, no so much a wounding of the flesh. . . ."
Meanwhile;
"With the weeping and wailing of Peggy Sue's parents mourning the loss of their prodical son many of the villagers gathered to witness what atrocities the 'monster' had perpetrated now. And so it was in this vulnerable state that poor Oldman Cootes was left alone. Oblivious to the fire, Mr. Boun's grim fate, or Robbie's own misfortune in getting up for a glass of water late that night did the decrepid badger find himself anxiously waiting by the fire to be told by a messanger what all the hubbub was about. After a long while he eventually felt his way to the door and opened it. Calling out into the darkness the geezer croaked."
"Hey! Young'uns! Whot's goin' on?" "And being the clever little preditor I am I slunk up to his door and mumbled an incantation. 'Imitor Imperium!'" "Who's there! Who said that! Do I know you!"
"Cootes asked in a fear drenched voice, but alas it was too late. My spell cast I appeared and sounded differnt than before. He squinted right at me, his wounded eyes were more than necessary for the illusion to work. Only a being with True Sight could see me as I truely was. With a smirk that told death I responded in a voice he was quite familar with." "Mister Cootes! Mister Cootes! There's a fire at the Constables house! The growed ups are putting it out now!"
"The doomed oldman smiled inspite it being an emergency, his fears of some one new around being waylayed by the sound of Sweet Peggy Sue. He remembered her a few years early when she was but a babe and he had better eyes. How Peggy Sue reminded him of Morticia, his own long lost daughter to the tides of war and depredation. He invited me in by the fire that was going, I shied away and he tried to console me as if I was affraid for Nate Boun, telling me that he was alright and going to be fine. A fine source of food for worms perhaps!
As time wore on and those folks that went to their homes again hoping that what ever nightmare had fallen upon their town would finally go away after working it's dark magic Cootes grew conscerned that no one had been in to collect the girl. Fearing that her parents might have been injured battling the fire, the same blaze burning unchecked as folks figured it to be a fitting send off for the remainder of the body inside. A fire that would have alerted the badge to something being off had he the sight to see the inferno still consuming the largely wooden home.
Wishing to console me, he offered me some fresh fruit, and instructed me where the knives were to take the prickly husk off a prickle pear. Telling me in the patronizing way the elderly have with youth that it was important to throughly skin the fruit. Making sure not a single inch of flesh was uncut so he didn't get it stuck in his throat.
Little did he know I had LOTS of experience in skinning things, especially when they were alive and wriggling!
Cootes screamed, and screamed and screamed. Shouting to the Goddess, to the Dark One, to his wife and child lost. Yelling till he was hoarse and pleading for the mysteriously stronger than natural Peggy Sue to stop flaying the man with what turned out to be a VERY dull paring knife. How twisted indeed that the last thing his mind's eye saw was the likeness of his daughter removing the skin from his leathery hide as the light was stolen for his eyes.
It was an hour after he stopped twitching and bleeding when someone finally remembered to check on Oldman Cootes and the sound of a scream cut off by wretching told me all I needed to know that the messanger had seen my handy work. The 'monster' had claimed another victim, and the village all gathered around the central well forming a defensive ring. Children closest to the well and the parents bearing torches on all sides to fend off the darkness that had suddenly turned menacing and hungry. Waiting for the sun to rise and with it banish the gloom and it's deadly touch. But the night was young still, and I was still hungry.
What a silly thing to do, place your offspring next to a hole in the ground. Especially when that hole is very deep, and filled with water. . ."
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