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Post by Spynmaster on Mar 31, 2006 1:03:14 GMT -5
Thunder looked at the doors of the chamber. He knew that once he stepped inside the chamber, he would get a virtual trip back to his past, no matter what torment he would get. He hesitated for a moment, remembering the grim details of his past adventures. From the day he was created from a single quill, to when he had to face black reality, to when he was force to get the hang of his powers. Everything would be re-revealed to him. Then the thought of Aurora clicked inside of his head. She would probably die or something worse if Syntaru wasn't stopped. A face of defiant determination, Thunder ran towards the chamber and dashed inside.
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Post by CC on Mar 31, 2006 2:56:57 GMT -5
The thoughts still seared across her mind and tears sprang from the eyes of the cat who still stood, staring out at the great nothingness. It seemed as if things had come to a standstill and confusion and curiosity begain to overwhelm the memories of her mentor. She did not remember her parents, though she was sure that they were still alive somewhere, she had run away when she was young and had decided not to go back - they had enough children to deal with and the young cat, being the runt of the litter, found that she was often put to the side.
I must focus on the here and now... why am I here? I am to train? How though? I have trained to be a fighter all of my life, so how can I be more prepared? That feeling inside of me - hidden potential. Is that what they said?
She began to walk, always feeling better and able to think more clearly while walking but after taking just a short step something stopped her - an invisible chain that seemed wrapped around her foot.
What?
The black furred feline pulled harder but found that she was still unable to move and now more of her limbs were being held back, she could feel things slithering around her and looking down upon her arms she realized with mounting fear that the darkness itself had begun to envelop her. She screamed, a high pitched yowl that would normally raise the hackles of any passing mobian, but there was no one here to listen or to help. She struggled, but this only seemed to make the darkness move over her more quickly, the fear was building even quicker now.
They said that it could destroy us... the chambers... was it a trap? Did I come all of this way to just be destroyed?
These thoughts made her fight even harder, her heart racing and pumping blood frantically throughout her body, her eyes wide in fear and sweat beginning to form on the top of her brow. She twisted and turned, trying to get away from the darkness that was swirling at her feet but it had almost envelopped all of her legs and her paws were pulled backwards, the shoulder sockets straining against the force. Something more primal within the cat stirred, brought up by the almost feral fear within her and the very basic survival instincts that had kept her alive for so many years. Fight or flight, kill or be killed... but it seemed so very hopeless and she was tiring quickly because of the useless struggling.
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The bat had left the room and mutterred to Tala on his way out that her presense was now requested in the audience chamber. She continued to keep a wary on on him until he had departed a bit further from the area and then, relaxing only slightly, she enterred the large room stopping just before Syntaru in a now familiar pose - down upon one knee and her head bowed.
"My Lord"
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Post by Tsubasa on Mar 31, 2006 10:14:53 GMT -5
Kuri looked ominously at the doors that the others so bravely walked through. Sighing, the dhole did not acknowledge the hedgehog or the other vanguard leaving as she walked up to the door and pushed it open. She barely took two steps into the room when the door, silently, slammed shut, leaving the girl in an oppressive darkness. Inside, it was a silent void of nothingness, chilling Kuri to the bone. She walked, and walked, and walked, feeling as though she was going in circles. The dhole reached for her jacket, a comforting weight that was always with her, only to find that she wasn't wearing it. "Crap"[/color] she tried to say, only to hear more silence answer her. Afraid, Kuri moved her paw to cover her throat, experimentally talking. Beneath the cinnamon coloured fur, the dhole could feel her vocal cords vibrate - yet no sound escaped her lips. I'm hallucinating... I'm honest-to-Goddess hallucinating. There really is sound coming out of my mouth, I just can't hear it.[/i] She tried to rationalize the situation. But the darkness around her was still as quiet as a graveyard, and the feeling of unease had yet to leave the dhole. Then again, I could be going crazy already... Just like that vanguard said...[/i]
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Post by Stealth Greyblade on Mar 31, 2006 12:24:35 GMT -5
Stealth and the orange hedgehogs head smashed toghether anmd he saw stars. The stars swirled around him as his head rang with confusion. Stealth knew he was never in this fight. He never did tournament fights.....ever. Yet.....why did this fight seem so familer. It cant be a dream.
The fox blinked and there he was standing there agian in the ring, in the corners was that blue hedgehog, the new cat girl and a strange red hedgehog. Another flash and there was the bat standing across from him in the ring. He felt an anger yet it wasnt for what he did to the goddess there was something else. He glanced down and below his feet was that vanguards body that led them to this chamber. Stealth then blinked. He was flying? what the heck was going on?
Another flash, this time he was in the streets of evergreen city. In his EDF armor and there across from him in his sites were the two that killed his parents..
"What! He attacked my ice cap base? That foolish egg. He dosent know what hes dealing with. My centurion projects are in a class of their own. He does not know who hes dealing with nor what other horrs are kept in that base. Pilot start landing procedures and inform the advance attack force that once they finnish with eggmans ageis forrest base to rendevues with us at the ice cap base. Now prepare fleet for battle. Deploy Hydras and arieal terro drones. We are going in." he said. Meanwhile the centurions marched into the battle their cannons sparking with destructive artifiacal choas, their organic parts of their face contorted with bloodlust as their machine minds directed to kill the intruders. The cyborg troops blood ran cold with oil. Obviusly this was something new for eggmans forces. And now fast aproaching aricraft could be heard as pillows of snow erupted into the air as mechanical tentacles boiled out of the new cratersa. Terro drones came swooping in.
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Post by Shae the Bat on Mar 31, 2006 12:32:58 GMT -5
The dark demon Lord looked down at Tala, the sound of claws clacking on the arm of the rock replica of his throne in the Void rang through the cave.
"Tala, you have done my bidding without question for some time now, since I saved you from the light, but you see.. there's just one thing about you.. something.. I strongly dislike.." the demon paused to clasp his clawed hands. "Legion has his technological genius and militaristic forces... Shade has some rather prominent supernatural powers from his time bonded to the Deathog, Syth, and my newest and long awaited acquisition, Shae, is one of rather uncompromising kenetic strength.. but you..."
The demon paused again, clicking his claws against one another. His eyes aglow in the dark sillohuette of his form. A soft growl, and ominous rumbling fell on the ears of the lemur.
"You.. have always been... weak.. and pathetic.. barely being able to accomplish any task I set out for you.. I expended alot of limited energy in your youth to train and evolve you into a perfect Shadow Warrior.. but you dissappoint me at ni-every turn.. this is because there is still a light in you.. that will not vanquish.." the mood of the cave grew from grim, to a sense of utter forboding as Syntaru went on. "So.. you must be cleansed..."
The demon snapped his fingers, a hoard of Harbingers swarmed around Tala. They all leapt at her, sinking their pincers into her flesh.. filling her with their toxins. The Lemur would fall to the ground.. unable to move.. paralyzed.. slowly feeling the life slip away from her..
"You see, the only way to cleanse that.. awful.. light.. is to bring you to the edge of death.. to the precious moments before the soul is pulled from the body.. said Syntaru, the shadow form standing up and walking to the downed Lemur.
"Can you feel it? The pathetic hope and light fading with your life.. the power of the Void flowing evil through your veins? Here it comes.. those precious moments.. the soul is ready to leave you.. you're about to die.. Tala.. all you have to do for me to save you.. is speak; 'I curse the light of my body, pledging my soul to the darkness..' come on... you can say it.. time is ticking away.."
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Post by bloodfang on Mar 31, 2006 14:00:14 GMT -5
As rain pelted down all around him the streets of Westopolis were mostly cleared or those stuck outside were quickly running for shelter from the storm overhead. Down a back ally however an echidna sat huddled up against the cold wet stone that made up a wall. Even as the rain dripped from his long dreads and against his pure white fur, wearing only a belt around his waist with a few pouches on it and pair of boots he didn’t shiver merely looking down at the torn up piece of paper.
“Was it this hard for you father? In our days did you really have to go through so much just to help the world?” He whispered softly before turning the paper over and shields it from the rain with his other hand. Licking his lips he shuddered not from the cold but from something else inside a desire creeping up on him. Hissing he shook his head sharply from side to side before the paper was placed back inside one of the pouches.
Slowly Halo rose up to his feet and then stepped out from the ally the teen looking somewhat out of place as he took slow steps in the rain his eyes looking down at the floor ignoring everything that was going on around him, merely seeking out the next of his prey a powerful vampire that went by the name of Lucian.
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Post by Lucian on Mar 31, 2006 17:44:18 GMT -5
Time and space twist again, a machine like whine fills the air as the scene of Syth sliding down the rock comes to a stand still. Like a device worked too hard the deathog lightens up his wrath and lets the chamber work it's magics. Fighting it too much may destroy the machine and quite possibly it's occupant. The gut wrenching twists eventually calm down and the Reaper is reminded of his time in the Omega Universe.
He had been sent by his father to investigate a tournament of sorts on the mortal realm. Some of the greatest fighters had gathered there and the tainted soul he had come to collect had been Prophets while it inhabited Shae's form. He had met another version of Stealth, Cici, and the rest then, it was there that he owed the favor to the Bat that had him in this situation. Out he played his quarrells with Stealth, then the Goddess' Spokesman. There he came to care for Cici, or at least that version of her, when she took pity on his plight. It was there he met Zombie, that darker inner self that only manifest when he removed his own soul from his undead form.
Such power that creature had, such control and strength over the very death energy ballencing against the life in all things. But Zombie was a deadly and sinister creature. Syth had to fight to maintain control of his mind and even at then at times it was all to easy to let the monster roam free and do as it wished. Zombie was the antithesis of all life, of all love, of all light. Not evil in the sense that it ment to wreak suffering on those for it's benifit. But that by it's very nature needed to be removed from the living and make death complete. Too many view death as a vile thing, when in reality it is the last mercy left us.
With the final battle in the tournament Cici and Syth were the only two fighters in the finals. Shae, posessed by the Prophet was about to send Syntaru's vile star crashing into Mobius and annihilating the light and the Goddess once and for all. But in an odd twist of fate, Shae switched sides again, taking both fighters final blasts and annihilating himself and the star. In the destructing the arena had vanished and Zombie would not surface ever again. No matter how hard he tugged, Syth couldn't get his soul to budge. While the world was saved, it took with it all the heroes that would save it.
Oddly enough, the energy also made a barrier on that Realm. Only Death could freely stalk that land to collect the souls nature provided. Neither Aurora or Syntaru could travel there any longer, their own potent natures repeled by the energy charging the protective barrier. So even if the very cosmos were to end there would be at least one small pocket of pure mortality. Out of respect, Syth never manifested there physically, only collecting the souls he was supposed to through the agents of his office.
But then the deathogs eyes went wide in his mind, what's to stop this scenario from playing out yet again only in a different form. This was Mobius Prime, the zone from which all other possibilites spring forth: past, present, and future. If the Goddess and Syntaru were denied here, would it be possible to ban them from their meddling in mortal affairs through out all the realms?
Possibilities swirled, ebbed, and flowed in the deathogs mind. So much so, that he never noticed the strange elderly hedgehog in white robes holding an hour glass behind him. . .
Meanwhile; the dragon was certainly effective. Tentacles no matter how long had massive issues binding the large creature and a mixture of plasmatic breath and rending claw made short work of the ghastly construction. The metal lizard hardly slowed in it's rampage, and even picked up the pace when an oil depot exploded sending many centurions skittering about aflame running into nearby snow drifts.
Lucian how ever, was not having so much fun. After one fateful bite into a defeated Centurion's neck he sputtered for about three minutes spitting the crude oil from his mouth. Enraged that his buffet of blood would be denied him yet again, he sought out the bases main generator. The reactor, of elder make, but no less efficent in powering the labs below. The aerial turrets were a bit of a hassle, but oddly enough it's hard to see when a snow ball covers their tracking lenses. In addition to not being armored against bullets they themselves fired and no electronic shielding they comedically ran into one another in a flurry of gunfire and snowballs.
"Take away the thinking mortal brain and all it's failsafes and you perpetually leave yourself open for mischief from those that still have them.
Always depending on machines Simon, tut tut tut, and these Centurions make for a very lack luster combination. Just because you take away fear and replace it with programing doesn't make it superior, it now just has a different set of flaws and weaknesses. . ."
Lucian caught himself talking to himself again and reminded himself, silently, to rest once he returned to HQ. With the last of the guards either dispatched or now worrying about the rampaging monster stepping on their puny metalic forms. Lucian stealthily made his way to the water tower/condensers. Two VERY important parts of all nuclear reactors are the radioactive rods used for fusion or fission that heat up many millions of degrees and the supplimentary water supply that cools the system down between power ups.
Near the bottom of the insulated tanker, the vampire made a small gash on his left wrist and began to inscribe in blood a twisting and very hard to look at rune. In the center there was an open eye, a sword above it about to pierce the iris. Legion had wisely placed his powerplant below the ice level, knowing the storms here were harsh on mechanical defices, but there was also another major flaw in making such a facility.
It's very hard to get in or out of.
In a side depot Lucian found a simple computer, not knowing how to enter the database or even access the schematics of the fortress the vampire simply followed the insulated cables to the area leading down into the bases powersupply. Up, up, up on top of the nearest non-descript building the undeadite lept. Bloodclaw was wise not openly label things but some tracks just couldn't be covered by a light snow drift and some insulation. Brushing away some snow, another sigil, this one three times larger than the one Lucian had inscribed on the water tank was laid down on the roof.
It took a while by his efforts were well rewarded, the cold climate already freezing the blood in place, preventing it from being smeared or removed by conventional means. His vile handiwork having been complete, the vampire lept into the night sky. And high above the now engulfed base Lucian could see JUST how well Robotnik's pet had done. Hardly a brick remained atop on another in the roaming swath of destruction the creature left in it's wake. Twitching robot corpses already getting a firm coating of ice lay strewn about like some post-acpocolyptic battle ground. A camera bot was taking in the scene and when it whipped around to cover another angle it suddenly found it's self face to face with a pair of very red eyes.
Grasping the defenseless machine by it's hover parts to prevent it from leaving the vampire smiled for the camera and begun his message to Legion. "Hello old sport, hows that eye of yours? Still ache when you attempt to sleep at night or have you resigned to your crippled robotic fate? I see you're trying to further your aims when it comes to atrocities against the living though I must say I'm disapointed in your lack of cross-realm originality. Oh? I'm sorry, I forget you don't know who I am. At least this verion of you doesn. I'm Lucian Ostrum, Vampire Extraordinare, and I'm going to kill you. Granted, not today and certainly not here. I have orders from my current employer to destroy this quaint little location and I shall. Watch as I snap my fingers, mkay?"
The vampire did and wrenched the camerabots angle to the water tower, the explosive glyph worked it's vile magic and lit up the ground with a green flash of unholy energy. Radioactive water gushed from the spot and thawed the frozen ice around it rapidly. Turning back, the vampire smiled full of fangs for Legion.
"THAT as you may or may not be able tell with this equipment was your Powerplant Cooling Tower. Granted, in this cold climate and the fact that the water will freeze around the tower eventually you would have a couple of hourse to get here and shut down the reactor before it goes thermal. Assuming you brought the right kind of suits for that sort of thing of course. But now. . ."
Again, the camera moves and the scene shows the roof of the power supply building, a snap of the fingers could be heard and the rune glows a bright green akin to the light depicted at the water tower. The light seems to fade then, but then much to Legion's horror he realizes that the light isn't fading, it's sinking.
"Now, I'm no tech-head, but I know you are. So I'm betting you figure you have roughly twenty minutes to vacate this island before it dispears forever when that reactor goes thermal. That rune will eventually eat through what ever defenses that old girl has and when it runs into the isotope rods you better believe there's going to be one HELL of a bang! Consider it my friendly 'hello' from me to you.
Now, I'm sure you're probably already swearing vengance at me and will 'have my head on a stick' or something trite and similar. So I'll tell you what, I'll make this game of cat and mouse EASY for you. Meet me in two weeks in the Shifty Sands Zone. You'll know where, I'll leave a light on for ya! HAH HAH HAH HAH HAAAA!"
The camera bot is destroyed and sents no further transmitions to it's seething watcher. With a screech that rends the night sky the dragon hears the summons and makes it's way to the airborn vampire. On wings of darkness and metal the two sail for the horrizon following the darkness of the work back towards Robotnik's HQ. After patching into the dragon's telecommunication networks Lucian reports in.
"There was nothing usuable at the base boss, but watch this area from satilites covered for a nuclear blast. In about twenty minutes you're going to get a light show!"
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Post by Psychosis on Mar 31, 2006 21:05:19 GMT -5
Amon walked out into the village square, where the teacher sat upon his stump. He was reading from an ancient scroll, which depicted the great prophecy.
Strange, I do not remember these events, yet this is clearly me.. I am a young boy here.. could this.. yes.. this is my childhood.. Amon.. this must be my birth name..
The visions suddenly changed, Amon was now seeing visions of the feline, Shae, Stealth.. and a host of others in a large Martial Arts stadium. A charismatic announcer was calling out participants to fight in the ring. He watched as he saw, what became clear as his alternate, hovering in the sky manifesting a swirling storm to stay what appeared to be a large Crimson Star.
He watched, as the announcer called his name, and the feline's. He then watched himself project an avatar, which forfeited the battle, refusing to fight CiCi. The visions once again turned to an emptiness, a blank void of endless white.
So it would seem nothing is coincidental.. the events that occur in one reality.. eventually happen, in some form, in another reality.. our universe is an intricate weave of realms and dimensions.. ruptures in time and space.. like...
The visions turned to that which he feared and hated the most.. that which he remembered from his time in the Zone of Silence. He saw himself floating in the warp, frozen still.. blue energy crackling all around him, but feeling nothing. He watched himself watch the decades creep by.. he felt the lonliness again.. the cold existance of a watcher..
Spade, however was having very different visions. He was looking into a future.. the world was a black, fiery pit.. Shadow Creatures reigning over the barren lands and lava flows.. Mobians, Overlanders, and Cyborgs alike enslaved to the will of the demon. It made him feel sick, but he could not look away. He saw the dark figure of Syntaru, glaring over the world.. teh fgallen Vanguard at his right hand side.
This is what will happen if the Dark One is arisen.. this is what we the heroes must prevent.. this is why Mother has gathered us.. but.. how can 8 warriors be enough to stand against the likes of Him?
The vision transitioned to that of his days as a poor child in the village. Barely scraping by with the meager foods and gatherings.. he watched himself work harder and harder to become one of the High Guard of the village.. watched his training.. and.. watched himself gourge and become the rotund figure he was this day.
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Post by Shae the Bat on Mar 31, 2006 21:06:26 GMT -5
Eggman clapped with glee and squealed in delight.
"Lucian m'boy, you've done well.. though it's a shame you didn't get a meal out of it.. it's my bad for not getting better field reports.." said the Doctor, who's glee quickly turned to grimace. "However there is one last thing I need you to do before you return.. it's just come to my attention that my base in the Aegis Forest has come under fire.. Swat and Shogun units are doing their best to keep the forces at bay, but they're being overwhelmed.. I want you to head there with Apophis and back up my forces.. Gulo will join you shortly, he's just undergoing a refitting of his arm.. Gulo has the signature code to activate the base's EggShields.. hold off those Hydras until the shields become active.. I absolutely CANNOT lose this base.. is that clear?"
The Doctor was very stern in his order, there was something of grave importance in that base that he needed intact.. or rather.. four things...
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Post by Spynmaster on Mar 31, 2006 22:51:08 GMT -5
Thunder found himself floating in a cloud of greyish darkness. This must've been part of the chamber where he would go through his thoughts. Suddenly, he began to feel himself falling, very fast, very long...he wonder if it would feel real or not. Then, he saw open desert, stretching for miles. What he saw next shocked him. A blue hedgehog, scratching his head and pulling out a stray quill. It had to be him. Who else would zoom out of a vast desert and out run lightning? He saw himself heading towards the quill, but he couldn't move, as if some force was keeping him headed for the quill. Unable to stop himself, he crashed headlong into it. A sharp pain hit his head, dazing him.
Being knocked out for a while, he opened his eyes, finding himself without his clothes. He was himself before he had discovered everything. His journey into the past was beginning.
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Post by CC on Apr 1, 2006 9:52:38 GMT -5
The excrutiating pain wiped away most thoughts from the lemur as her very soul threatened to depart from her body. Syntaru had been correct, she had always been the weakest and most pathetic of the lot, regardless of how hard she tried to fight it, nothing had ever helped that. She had not realized how much life had been important to her, how much she had loved that substance of life. Was it that love that made her still have light within her?
Visions of her past began to float through her mind, that moment before death where you remember the strangest things. Her father came into view, always a strong and honourable man - he had taught her the basics of honour and how to fight. Was he as pathetic as she was now? Paralized on the floor, she rememberred hearing his scream, a primal one of pain and anguish as the flames engulfed him, how honourable and strong was that death? These memories and thoughts used up those precious few last moments of time, but one thought was indeed certain in the young lemur's mind, the one that she had before entering the chamber this day, that she would do anything to stay loyal to Syntaru - even if it meant sacrificing her life to him in whichever manner he asked.
With her last ounces of stregth she opened her lips and at first no sound came out, it was a pathetic attempt bellying her weakness and she almost seemed to frown at it, closing her mouth and then opening it to try again. "'I curse ... the light of my body," She gasps, her eyes beginning to roll up into her head and her mouth goes slack, her chest barely moving... but a final breath, and a voice suprisingly strong and clear finishes the sentence, "pledging my soul to the darkness"
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Back in the chamber the darkness had almost completely enveloped the soft-furred cat, nothing could be seen anymore except for vague movements here and there that seemed out of place or a tuft of red hair poking out from where the tips of her long hair had not been enveloped as of it. Inside the mound of darkness few thoughts flitted through CC's mind - she had gone past the poing of thinking and had enterred a realm of feelings that she had only felt tinge at the back of her mind.
She hissed and spit at the darkness, feeling the hair raise on the nape of her neck and her tail become more wildly poofy, her every hair seeming to stand on end as if she was trying to make herself larger. Inside she felt a familiar feeling, something that she had hit upon before but now was filling through her entire body. It was like she was being zapped with thousangs of electrical volts but instead of causing her to expire they seemed to only charge her further. It was a strange experience and at first she fought it as well as the darkness, not knowing which was more detrimental to her... but the energy won out over the darkness, something inside of her melded with it. It was familiar, she had felt it before while fighting or in stressful situations. Outside of the dark shell an emerald green aura began to form, taking over the entire shell, but the way the light was directed it seemed to come from within the enveloping darkness.
I have harnessed this power before...
The sudden thought almost brought her back to reality and a large resounding crack was heard, the cat fell to the ground, suprised to find that it was actually dirt and grass ground. She stood up and looked around, she was upon a ring and her claws were out. Around her were familiar faces of a few of the heroes that had been gatherred outside - the bat that had gone crazy, the scythe-wielding hedgehog with the almost permanent scowl upon his face, Psychosis, the fox. She was angry, unbelievable angry - she looked down upon her paws, suprised to see the claws out and even more suprised to see a strange green energy. Everything seemed brighter and more focussed - and then she realized the cause of the anger "Syntaru"
The scene faded and she was now faced with a bliding white light, when she was able to focus she realized that she was merely in a bright white room with lights shining down upon her and a seat sitting in the very middle. Taking the hint she sat down upon it and as there was little else to do she began to think.
Anger... survival... huntress... these others... the Goddess... Syntaru... energy...hidden energy... power within... I have power... more than just a mortal fighter... harness that power... learn from it... become it... help defeat the darkness... fight for something besides yourself... that thing that had always called you... a reason for living this life... repeating over thought... is it the same... why... who... too many lives... to many realities... so overwhelming... take a deep breath... calm self... why fight? For life... for love of the fellow creatures... for light... for balance... for me.
Somewhere, someone turned off a light and the room that the cat sat within went dark, like the lights of a stage at the end of an act.
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Post by Shae the Bat on Apr 1, 2006 18:58:52 GMT -5
The pitch black demon raised his hand over Tala's limpid body, send a surge of coursing purple energy through her, the feeling returning to her appendages, the blood begining to flow again, the soul falling into rescession. A new power eminated from her now, she was enfused with Shadow Energy. The talisman around her neck, that linked her to the Shadow Creatures now fell away, she would no longer need it. If needed, she could absorb the Beasts to add to her strength and abilities.
"Rise now, Tala, feel the force of pure darknes and evil flowing through you.. now you serve me at your strongest. and soon.. we shall make our next move.. and I will attain a mass of my SoulGem back.." said Syntaru, a wicked laugh roaring through the caves.
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Post by Stealth Greyblade on Apr 1, 2006 22:54:59 GMT -5
The reactor shuddered as lights sudnely started to spark as the whole building shuddered. alrams rang out. still though the battle raged on centurions compensating for the vapires tricks proving they were no push over as blasts of energy sudnely came up at the flying intruders. and stange enough. Instead of exsploding. The reactor did not go thermal. There was no meltdown. The reactor simply collasped within it self. To put it simply. it was a fake. The base was running on a difrent power source. For only legion forces knew of the dark experiments run on this base. especialy in the generation of chaos energy and the aplication of it as a power source.
Inside his flagship. Simon laughed at the vapires egotisical rant. he just loved making a fool of this idiot of a vampire. He smikred and simply turned on the speaker boradcasting his voice out across the island."DEAR VAMPIRE I ASURE YOU IM MORE CREATIVE THAN I THINK. YOU THINK ME SO PRIMATIVE TO USE NUCLEAR POWER? HOW PASSE. I USE A POWER SOURCE BEYOND YOUR FEEBLE BRAIN. AND THANK YOU FOR GIVVING MY CLASS 1 CENTURIONS A GOOD WORK OUT. TRUST ME NO IDOT SUCH AS YOURSELF WILL ABLE TO BREEZE THOUGH MY MILITARY FORCES LIKE THAT FOR SO LONG EVEN AS WE SPEAK MY CENTURION ARE ADAPTING TO YOU!"
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