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Editus Rayn

A storm rages, wing beats like thunder, a rainfall of rage and...

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a character in “Armor Spirits”, as played by MartinVole

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Name: Editus Rayn, formally Frank Crane until becoming possessed by the spirit while trying to form a pact with it.

Nicknames: Midnight Wings

Age: Host is mid 20s

Size: Medium

Height: 183 cm (around 6ft)

Weight: 160lbs

Hair: Black

Eyes: Red

Notable Traits: Often seen with some form of black feathers, and some presence of blue "sprites" that give off hollow chirps when approached.

Battlecry: Behold me, Editus Rayn!

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Armor Spirit: Rayn
Description: A powerful and old rogue Armor Spirit who would accept no master to tame him, instead becoming the master of another's body in order to seize his own destiny. One of only a handful of siblings, he fortifies the body of his host to endure even extreme injuries, and resilient to both mental and physical assault to a frightening degree. The Midnight Wings in its finest can transform into a dragon-like monster with midnight hued feathers.

Power: Will Embodiment
Description: A being of great willpower, he is able to project his desires and mental state into the world around him into various shapes and forms. In its lightest, he is able to wedge influence upon others of weaker will, coercing or convincing them of what he desires. He is able to pry out the truth, memories left locked and buried, painful pr pleasant, and only needs to touch long enough to do so. But, his will extends to the point that it carries a physical force of its own, projecting as bluish lights that dance around, or rain down, to a great force to blow away his enemies.

Weapon: Spite
Description: A shadowy blade that is the manifestation of his rage, sharpened by his temper. While effectively typical of blades in practice, it is amorphous will, shifting and changing based on how much will is put into it, effectively unbreakable as long as the wielder himself is unbroken.

Armor Spirit: Light Mode
Description: Appears as black feathers and wings augmented upon the host's body, mutating him some in the process, the rogue Armor Spirit augments all physical and mental endurance, able to withstand burning, freezing, and even mental assault, as long as his energy holds out. With his wings, they can produce great gusts and carry him into the air with ease, allowing him to dive his foes from above.
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Armor Spirit: Heavy Mode
Description: Requiring great energy and control, Rayn himself contorts the host into his truest visage of raw power. The dragon-like beast of old, fang and claw, and great mighty wings... though withered some from its incompleteness. Still, a formidable beast of indomitable will and raw power. Despite his massive size, he is rather agile, swift like the winds, and thunderous like the storm in his assault. Strange though, he's not quite as vicious as he is while in his human form. The feathers are like steel.

Spirit: Editus Rayn
Description: "The dominant will, Editus Rayn, not Frank Crane, Frank is a foolish man who sleazes his way through life with deceit to con people out of their money! He was begging for purpose, and now he serves it... as my vessel."

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History: The vessel was Frank Crane, a morally bankrupt shyster who lived off the misfortunes of others, uncaring what became of them as long as he gained from it in the end. He did not care who suffered and died from his bad deals. He desired power, fame, and fortune, to crush the little guys underfoot as he climbed to the top. But he wanted more, more power, and it eventually presented itself to him in the form of the beast, Editus Rayn, who promised him all that he desired and more. As the pact was being made, it was Frank Crane who ended up on the receiving end of a bad deal, as the spirit instead would wear him as its vessel, and pushed the wicked man's will into to the depths of his own mind.

The spirit, now wearing the body of a man, seeks his own vendetta against a world that would not rule him, to hunt for that one pure soul that would match him in battle that had not existed prior.

Personality Traits: Cynical, vindictive, intelligent, condescending, and manipulative, he is a being who shows no desire to hide his nature, or his hatred. Rare is uttered an encouraging word from his lips, except to beguile when he desires something. His ultimate goals, however, were always shrouded, and he has made no friends among his kind.

He seems to like primarily quiet, solitude, hoarding secrets, and manipulating others towards his own goals. But he may not exactly be cruel and heartless, his hatred towards the world seems to be towards those he deems "despicable."

Strengths: Determined, he will seek to overcome any obstacle that comes his way without wavering as long as it meets with his goals. Has some level of empathy for the "pathetic."

Weaknesses: As intelligent and strong as he is, he is very reckless and arrogant, given to bouts of rage if riled enough. He also cannot attack those that do not fight back, and will actually try to avoid harming "innocents" as much as possible. He has no natural bond with his host and is rendered unstable,

Desires: To find that pure soul. To establish order in this world.

Fears: Understanding, bonding

So begins...

Editus Rayn's Story

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Last night...


Upon a moonlit field a lone man frantically runs across it, holding in his arms some kind of iron box, spotlights beam into the skies, and dogs bark in the distance. The man was dressed in what was once a fine dark blue suit and tie, now tattered and dirt, the tie ripped, his pants were little better, speckled in mud.

This man was Frank D. Crane, a n operator of many fraudulent companies that sold promises only to leave broken dreams. Frank was a wolf, who fed on the needy, and his reputation caught up with him when some of his clients ended up more than crestfallen, but dead. He was a desperate man, looking for any way out... and here it was, in his arms.

"The time nears, my prison chains wane," a growling voice cried out from inside the box, the runes in it lighting up with a ghostly blue flame. Frank fumbled, falling into the grass, the box rolling out of his arms before him. In the grass, the moonlight illuminates the box as it began to steam. "Ugh, watch it you fool!"

"A-and you will fulfill your promise, right?" Frank asks, dusting off the grass from his pants as he gets back up. "Power profound, fame, fortune, and all that stuff, ya? Eyyyy... not that I dun trust ya or nuthin' but lotsa risk for a voice in a b-"

"Enough! The time is now, press your hand against the vessel!" the voice yelled.

"Eyyyyy... yeah, yeah, sure, but ya didn't answer my," the crook responds fidgeting with his hands as he looks back to see the lights getting closer.

"Yes... but I can't as long as I'm stuck in here!"

"So, like a genie, right? Ya come out and grant my wishes?"

"Sure, whatever, just do it!"

Frank shrugs and reaches over to the box, as he does so, energy tethers leap out from the box and snatch him. In reaction, he tried to pull away but the bond was too strong and his hand was pulled against the box. He tries to scream but no sound escapes his throat, he only watches as the box cracks and and a blue light envelops the area as the box bursts open, and his eyes closed to shield against the brightness of it. As he slowly opened his eyes, he found time had... stopped, the shards of the box floated around him, and all the grass was push outwards in a circular pattern. Energy zipped around him, ghostly blue. His breathing was shallow, up until he heard the sound of... a slow clap. He falls back, and looks up above him, as a massive form with two red eyes stared down at him.

"Well done, Frankie-boy... not exactly a star performance, but well done all the same," the creature said, voice more booming now that it was no longer muffled inside the box. Thunder could be heard as the sky above them swirled, and soon enough, it began to rain. "So, now I suppose there is the matter of my promise to you, right?"

Nervously Frank grinned. "Yeah... yeah! Give it to me! The power! Eh, Eddy was it?"

"Editus Rayn!"

"Whateva! I did my part, now yas obligated to gimme!" Frank says, getting bolder as he stands before the beast.

"Your wish is my command!" Suddenly, Rayn stretched out two massive feathery wings and spread them over Frank, enveloping him into darkness. He had no time to struggle, as the being overcame him almost immediately.

"What are you doing?! No, no! Lemme go! This weren't part of the deal! Ya promised! Ya said you don't lie!"

"Familiar, isn't it, Frankie-boy? That feeling of betrayal, that despair! This is how they felt, betrayed by you! You've been quite the contemptible little monster, Frankie-boy, and because of that, no one will miss you," As the figure said this, it shrunk around Frank, squeezing down and reforming, twisting into a more human shape where Frank once was.

The new figure was suspended in the air, afloat only a few centimeters off the ground. Wavy black hair flowing in the wind. He wore a blackened form of Frank's suit and pants, turned into a fancier coat. Feathers adorned his shoulder forming what looked like a coat collar, large black wings spread out. The figure opened his eyes, red like the beast, the sirens getting closer. Withdrawing his wings into his form, he hid them away, and he descended to the ground. He straightened up his clothes and stuck his hands in his pockets, walking the other way, back towards the city.

Police soon surrounded him, lights blaring in his face, both flashlights and the blue-and-red lights of the cars surrounding him, causing him to squint. Dogs barked loudly as they surrounded him. He could hear the click of handcuffs as a man grabbed his arm. He gripped his hand into a fist, mumbling something under his breath. Then a voice yelled out, causing the dogs to go silent.

"Hold on there, this guy doesn't look right," an older officer yells out, likely the sheriff from what little could be seen of his badge and car as he stepped out, approaching the figure. "Yeah, this ain't Frank. Say, did you see a man run by here?"

Rayn lowered his fist, and became more relaxed, smiling slightly. "Admittedly... it's a bit dark out with the storm rolling in and all, but I think I heard a man running the other way..." The sheriff signaled the officers, and they continued their pursuit, passing by the two.

"Yeah, funny, they didn't call for rain today," he looked over at the dogs as they twitched about nervously, whimpering. He then looked back at Rayn. "That accent you have, you're not from around here, are you?"

"Yeah, getting out to stretch my legs a bit, see new places. Was just out for a brisk night walk, was a good night for it, don't you think... a real, hm, bummer," Rayn says, faking a friendly smile. He then reached out his hand. "I hate to cut pleasantries short, but I really must be off, forgot I had other matters in the morning... um, fine meeting you, officer, I hope you catch your man."

The sheriff raises a brow, but shakes Rayn's hand, something surging through him for a moment, a surge of images and sounds, causing him to nearly jump back. He looks down at his hand, eyes wide. Ran simply walked past him, putting his hands in his pockets. "Hey, wait a..." the sheriff began, but when he looked back, Rayn was already gone. He simply pushed back his hat and scratched his head.


Current time, Neogate complex


Head hung down, Rayn stood there leaning up against a wall, arms crossed, tapping his arm. This new world he had come into has so far proven more disappointing than the one he was sealed in. The closest thing to glory came from lit screens, as works of fantasy. Bits of blue ghostly energy, shaped like small winged creatures, visible to only a select few sensitive enough to sense it, danced and chirped in the air around him.

The world has... decayed... how unfortunate... perhaps it is time to rekindle that flame, remind these fools what true horror... eh?

He raised his head slowly, sensing something gathering around him. He cracked a grin tilting his head to the side.

"Oh? Perhaps this will be interesting after all."

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[Darth responses provided by LookingAtPerks]

"I knew I smelled a familiar stench," Editus's voice could be heard echoing, not too far from where they all were. He wasn't in a hurry, but he wasn't one for patience either, having only recently awakened from his prison himself, he had no intent to take anything slow. "I see you've taken to menacing little boys now, tsk, not that you ever had standards to begin with."

"Hmf. It was he who wanted strength, and the desire to get revenge. Is there anything wrong with helping someone deliver justice and vengeance towards those that deserve it? I would...request...you not interfere," Darth responds. Followed by this was the creation of several Goblis, confronting Rayn.

"Huh, you've learned something new, something... annoying," Rayn comments, his voice becoming like a low growl. Drawing back his left arm, feathers flow out from his wings and begin to meld together forming his lance, Spite. As a Gobli lunges at Rayn swinging at him with its club, he sidestepped it and spun around impaling it in the back, it's body dissolving outwards, leaving only bits of metal to clank against the ground before dissolving away into Spirit Energy, before dissipating entirely.

Another one swings at him with a sword from behind him. Without looking he spins around his lance and stabs it into the ground behind him, blocking the attack. He then glared back at the creature, his other hand contorting into a bestial claw before using it to slash through the Gobli's body, leaving blue burning cuts, causing it to fall to its knees. Rayn scoffs and begins to walk past the creature, dragging the lance along, before mercilessly mercilessly swinging the lance around and splattering its head with the lance, immediately dissolving it away. Rayn grunts and nearly stumbles after the swing, but catches his footing with a loud stomp, and places the lance up over his shoulder. He turned around and began to cockily walk towards the kid and Darth, blue sprites forming around him making unnatural sounding hollow chirps.

"Helping, huh... funny, did you ever mention to the boy here about the other ones you, hm, 'helped?' I'm sure it'd make a most enthralling tale," he said, barely covering up the mockery with his tone. He then places his free hand over his chest and took in a sharp breath through his nose. "Personally, I enjoy the part about their fates. Coincidentally, boy... you uh, you like the idea of living, right?"

"Well you see, he cant hear you right now. He is currently having too much fun and reveling in glory over his revenge. Seriously, pitiful humans...these days they seem to teach revenge is wrong? What kind of stupid joke is that? Ah, but maybe if what you utter isn't nonsense, I might pass it along..."

Even more Goblis spawn from the spiritual energy, along with black tendrils that now attack. Rayn stopped and stared on blankly at Darth, his brow furrowed as he grew annoyed.

"I don't think these wretched beings ever truly needed your help in that department, man's idea of... justice is more twisted than yours could ever be, but I suppose you can't hear the little whispers in the wind as I can," Rayn said as the various creatures approached him. "In fact, Darth, I think... you are, how they say these days? Obsolete? But don't worry, I'll make your sendoff from this coil truly... exquisite."

With that, Rayn held out his free hand, palm up, as blue ghostly energy gathered above it, gelatinous-like in its seeming weight, yet glowing and ablaze like fire. He winced briefly as he formed more in the environment. As the Goblis attacked him, he shot out all of them at each, aiming for their throats, as he used Spite to swing at the tendrils to hold them off.

"Perhaps when the others come here, they will witness the effigy to your existence. To the child, hear me or not, I don't care, but turn back, go to your room and play with your toys, forget this world, else you will surely die young."

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Character Portrait: Shinku Rouge Character Portrait: Nazku Nilus Character Portrait: Jaune Al'asfar Character Portrait: Editus Rayn Character Portrait: Maxine "Max" Crown Character Portrait: El Moreau
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To all in the area, they might feel a strange pull enacting upon them, a force even, as if an instinct, that would want them to go closer to something...to anything that seemed unusually dark, regardless if it seemed dangerous or suspicious...it might not look like it to normal people, but a spike might shoot out to stab through someone, or it might pull them into one of many Spirit Zones.

"They are all quite foolish, just by thinking that they enter one room of our palace, our base, that they can reach the rest. It will be quite impossible for them to reach this inner sanctum and stop what must be done, so you max relax a bit boy...and leave everything to me..."

"Un...okay. I will just start making these people feel some pain".

At that point, the boy's eyes which appeared unusually blank took out a small pocket knife, and approached one of the boys.

Meanwhile, as Jaune and Shinku fought off some of the creatures, they remained in their Level 3 forms, and had now taken out their weapons too. HOwever, with the overwhelming numbers, they were forced to stand back to back with each other.

"I see you copied my look".

"Wait, it was customizable?"

"Only before you generated it the first time. Guess we are stuck as matching!"

Suddenly, Jaune ran out forward...and as if by magic, multiple Jaunes appeared and all attacked at once.

"Are those...wind clones?"

"...impossible..."

"Eh?"

"This kid...he figured out how to make wind clones?! That was believed to be impossible! You could make Smoke Clones, Shadow Clones, Light Clones, Water Clones, Earth Clones, but from my time, no one had ever successfully created a Wind Clone...this kid...he must be a natural talent, or a genius!"

As Jaune moved through the air with his clones, they cut through several Goblis at once, but more just continued to spawn, and some charged at Shinku. Shinku however blocked, using his Reverse Blade. As Jaune looked at it, he could not help but admire the blade's ability and design.

In a way, the hilt was held in the way you would properly hold a knife or dagger, in the backwards position rather then the forewards position. Forwards was when you wanted to use the knife or dagger to eat dinner or cook, while the backwards position was a sign of combat.

However, Shinku's blade was not some normal dagger. It bent in the reverse way one would expect, and ended up stretching alongside his forearm. Because the blade bent in a way reverse of what a normal blade would, Shinku named it the Reverse Blade. But this weapon he created might just be revolutionary. It allowed for quick and clean stabs, quick slashes, but it also allowed the user to defend itself. Sure, it had a small range, but it was a blade that you could block with one second, attack with another, and quickly move back into a block.

Just like how Shinku, and other people who prided themselves in their cooking, showed how flames could be used to create instead of destroy, this blade proved that a blade could be designed in various unique ways, and still be useful.

So as the two boys ended up going back to back once more, as more spirits began to spawn...

"Ahhh! Look at those two cuties!"

"They look adorable!"

"Matching outfits?! Do you think...BL?!"

"So adorable!"

And then, suddenly they found themselves surrounded by...girls? Furthermore, a huge swarm of girls, saying all sorts of embarrasing, demeaning, and dangerous things about them, had gathered around them and would not let up.

That said, indeed in terms of charisma, they certainly had qualities that made them attractive like that interms of boyish looks, however...

Jaune stomped his foot on the ground, and the illusion was dispelled as flower petals fell around them.

"Honestly, wasn't that overkill?"

"Seriously, did he think flattery would work?"

He made two seriously stupid mistakes. He used illusions against Fox Spirits, and he tried to use flattery on Shinku and Jaune, who were ultimately oblivious to that stuff.

"Now...where the hell is the main boss?"

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"Oh dear Rayn, it seems you really do never learn your lessons. But here, have a refresher course...Goblis are not enough, so lets throw in some Ogres for good measure. By the way, by any chance do you mean those boys who have also infiltrated. Well, they are boys, so most likely they will either become indulgent to the flattery of those girls, or maybe embarrassed and such, or..."

At this time, Darth sensed one of his illusions breaking.

"...shut up. I specialize in revenge, not pleasure".

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With all of the supernatural energy gathered, it was not surprising that the clashing supernatural energies had created a weird sort of quasi barrier on a massive level, and was currently compelling everyone to stay out of the main halls it seems and inside stores, particularly those with thick curtains on their windows. For El Moreau, this would probably be convienent, as it meant there were no witnesses as a Gobli spawned in front of her. Outside of the Spirit Zone, and in a totally public area. Any fight here seemed guaranteed to attract attention.

But, as quickly as it spawned, it then fell with what appeared to be several steak knives coated in intense Spirit Power had been thrown into all of its joints and vital spots. At first, this ability and skill might suggest a decently skilled Armor Spirit user...but the one who came out was a girl. A girl who stared directly at the other Spirit in the room, and had unfurled her fox tail and ears.

"Hello, visitors. My name is Midorimaru, partner and loyal servant of Nazku-sama. Master Nazku has sent me here to ascertain the situation. It appears however, things may get progressively worse without haste, and no one on the inside has yet to notice the trick of this Spirit Zone they are in. The fact that it is not one Spirit Zone, but several folded over each other. To get to the center, you have to get through the layers though, but if you spend too much time fighting the guardians inside, you will run out of energy and probably die".

Midorimaru's voice, unlike Akamaru and Kimaru, was full of experience and wisdom. Although certainly one might think it was strange that these two strangers were who she walked up to...

"If you are wondering why I am asking you, its because it would take too long for Master Nazku to get here on his own, and I am only an Armor Spirit..." Who could kill a Gobli in seconds on her own without a human partner present. "...so it would be best for a pair to go. And you are the only ones in the immediate area I could find. Keep in mind, if we let him grow any more inside his dimension, he may no longer be contained to this complex, so please hurry".

Midorimaru...even though she was being helpful, honest, and kindhearted...she seemed a bit scary in her ability to do all this effectively. And she also seemed pretty persuasive.

"Now if you will excuse me, a Gobli will be spawning down that hall in a few moments, and I need to properly destroy them so no one notices them or gets harmed".

And like that, Midorimaru left to go deal with another Gobli...on her own...

She definently seemed more powerful then other Spirits, that was for sure.

(Okay, I think this gives something good for everyone. Sorry it took awhile, school stuff and all. Anyways, hopefully its all good and not jumbled, for some reason my brain be acting wonky today...)

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"Oh no, they get bigger and uglier, whatever shall I do?" he mocked, defending against a swing by one of the ogres, causing him to slide back and hit his back against a wall. Another ogre lunges forward at him, and he slides down between the legs of the giant, causing it to slam a hammer into the wall, where his head would have been. He readied himself to jab the first creature in the back, only for his buddy to slam down a sword against his lance, and taking a club across Rayn's face, sending him hurdling into the other wall. His vision blurred, his brow began to bleed, and he felt his energy slipping from him. Silently he cursed his weakened state, trying to raise his hand against the approaching ogres. "I... don't need anyone..."

What faith is there to be had in others, bonds inevitably fade, either through death or betrayal... besides, my fate was never to be something righteous, never to be a hero, not to be loved... I was born of hate... to be hated... hate...

"Hate!" suddenly the hollow chirps of the sprites became shrill chants. They gathered around Rayn, pulling at him, pushing him back onto his feet. He stumbled back, his right arm hanging, his left arm against the wall, trying to balance himself. He hung his head down, a face expressionless. An ogre stepped up to him raising all its weapons ready to perform the finishing blow, but suddenly a breeze surrounded them, intensifying rapidly. The ogre let out a confused grunt as its lips flapped back in the wind, giving the otherwise terrifying beast a rather awkward expression. Its eyes shifted around, trying to figure out what was going on exactly, and let out a distressed grunt as it started to slide backwards. Trying to fight the breeze, the beast began to walk in place. Rain sways his right arm, and suddenly the Ogre's body is flung back, loudly crashing through a tree and into a wall, leaving an impression of his body into it. The ogre tries to unstick himself, only to find the force holding him intensifies further. Lunging forward, Rayn impales the ogre in its chest, and stands there for a moment as his foe's body dissolves away. He breathes strangely, propped up mostly by his lance, his knees shaking, straining to remain standing.

The other ogres look at each other, before approaching Rayn, figuring it was a last burst of strength from a wounded animal. As they approached, however, and one swung at him, Rayn's body seemed to just... sway like a drunk to the side, his body loosely flailing about dizzily, and with a sudden burst of strength in just his right arm, he spun around, his arm transforming into a more bestial form, and connecting his fist into the cheek of the ogre, with such intensity that the impact ripples through the creature's face causing its cheeks to flabbily flop about, before its body was sent hurdling.

The arm he used falls limp again, black feathers molting off from it and dissolving away into blue spirit energy, the arm turning back into that of a human, but it was red, busted up. His body slumps back for a moment, before he twisted around, looking at the other ogre who stepped back, grumbling, actually feeling a tinge of fear for once. Shaking from this, feeling Rayn's dwingling strength, it swung at him with an enraged roar. Rayn sways a bit, dodging it, only getting nicked across his cheek by its sword. The ogre growls, swinging back around, horizontally swinging with its axe, but Rayn leans back, barely being missed. As the ogre stood over him, Rayn tensed his left arm, and impaled the ogre with his lance through its stomach. The lance, no longer able to maintain cohesiveness, dissolves away in black feathers along with the ogre as it falls to its knees.

He didn't know how much he had left, probably not much at all by the feeling of it. He looked at his left hand briefly, shaking. He gripped his fist and turned back to the boy, the bullies, and Darth, and began to slowly approach them, looking almost like a zombie in his swaying gait.

"Boy, is... this what you want, told how to feel about your own pain? How to express your suffering? Someone else to assert control over you?" he said, his voice strained, weak. "He says you don't hear me, but I think you do, you just... don't want to hear. You are angry, very angry, I can feel it, understand it, these others have wronged you in ways that wasn't their right to do so. It is your right to be angry at them, to hate them. But let me tell you this: don't let anyone else pull your strings and tell you how to express that anger, that hatred, and damn well don't let them drag you down and make you worse than they are. They are just fools, fools who do foolish things... and they need to be punished... but... not like this... not by somebody else's terms than your own. Do you understand me, boy..? Darth is... is... just another bully, preying on you... and them... for fun."

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Character Portrait: Shinku Rouge Character Portrait: Nazku Nilus Character Portrait: Jaune Al'asfar Character Portrait: Editus Rayn Character Portrait: Maxine "Max" Crown Character Portrait: El Moreau
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  1. PS: For those who think Darth isnt being affected by anything....lol no, he is just acting tough. And being an asshole. Just to clarify.

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In terms of progress, Darth was rather surprised to see them all doing...rather well. The conflict on the outside was being managed, as well as that on the inside. Someone troublesome seemed to be around as well, but she was surprisingly well hidden...perhaps, was this land designated as her domain? So there was a Sentinel in this area? That meant there had to be a sanctuary...

No matter, it was not like they could bother him either. In the first place, this was his own realm, and it was under his control, in his domain. There was no way he would allow himself to be defeated, let alone severed from his bonded partner. However, as Rayn began to say some things, Darth decided to reveal the truth he had kept hidden...not knowing Midorimaru had already figured it out actually.

Suddenly, the setting around Rayn seemed to dissipate, and illusions of Darth, the boy, and the others appeared and disappeared in front of his eyes.

"Please. You have not even gotten close to reaching me yet. Do you think your words can reach one who is not even present? Do you think I would make it so easy for one to enter and reach me?"

As Midorimaru had figured out previously, and told El, Darth had created a Spirit Zone with multiple layers. The first layer was the one people entered first, while the center layer was where he existed. That said, he had only recently been released, so it was not like he had made it complex...other Armor Spirits could create something far more complicated, but this suited him well enough.

He could just keep massing opponents in the first layer, the shell, while he stays safe in the core. Of course, to keep his energy up, he was sucking up the Spirit Energy of the bullies, as well as a few other bully like people they had captured.

"He cannot hear you, he cannot even recognize you as anyone other then one who stands up to bullies. Besides, what are you doing right now? Your power is so low...you have chosen to possess a human then have a harmonious bond? At least I have not truly suppressed his free will, unlike yourself. What happened to your ideals? Were you always such a hypocrite?"

Provoking him would also suit Darth. After all, if this kept as a test of endurance, he would win. Yes, and so he looked at the others...

"What...the hell?"

It appeared that two more people had appeared in his dimension at some point, during his chat with Rayn, destroying the creatures he spawned. That was bothersome, but he would handle it soon enough.

The issue was...the insolence of the other two. While still in their level 3s, they had their shoes off and were sitting on a blanket with their spirits, eating lunch...they were having a picnic.

"So wait, you made your magic to cook these?"

"Yeah...what do you think?"

"I am amazed you didn't destroy your kitchen, to be honest".

"Hey, flames can do more then just destroy. Fire can also create. Ah, you got some crumbs on your mouth".

Shinku helped at Jaune by wiping them off while they continued to eat, and this sort of carefree attitude was really ticking him off. Also, he was getting a tad bit jealous at their good looks for some reason...that being that he, who never had a human form, would get jealous of anyone who looked amazing.

Incidentally, part of that was just a side effect of being Bonded to an Armor Spirit. It improved various physical qualities.

"...the fuck are they doing...eating? Acting carefree and friendly? Seriously?!"

Practically erupting with rage and annoyance, he decided to attack them directly. Countless tentacles erupted right from under the blanket to destroy it...when it all disappeared, as if it was an illusion.

No, it was an illusion. In the first place, neither of them brought a picnic blanket with them.

And then, a large piece of metal was slammed into one of his tentacles and pinned it down, which was followed by the feeling of two people running on the tentacles. Not only that, but the two attacked the actual Spirit Zone boundary itself in the process, making the inner layer where he had been sitting accessible to all of the others as well.

In retrospect, Darth was having quite a few fumbles right now...but, he decided to let it go for now. After all, he was still confident in his victory...

He would just have to create something massive, something that even if they all joined forces, they could not defeat...

(Sorry if the end seems a bit...not as great as the start, wanted to get this done before I did some RL stuff I have to deal with)

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[Another collab post, all Darth parts by LookingAtPerks.]

Rayn's expression blanked and he tilted his head, before he swung his good arm up and clasped his hand over his face and stood there quietly for a moment. His body began to shake, at first it seemed like he was trembling, but then an audible sound came from him. He had begun to chuckle, and his chuckling became a laugh.

"Wow... haha... you really don't get it, do you?" Rayn said, peeking through his fingers.

"Hmm. Compared to you, who chases shadows and cant accept change?" Darth responded.

"Heh, won't deny the former, but the latter, well, more a you thing, isn't it Darthy-boy? A literal... unchanging relic of a time long gone... obsolete in a world far crueler than anything he could even imagine." Rayn retorted, twirling his fingers. "But no, I digress, I've never claimed to be a hero, or saint, or anything of that matter... and this whole thing between us? Not about justice. I simply just... don't like you... you are a parasite, a worm, a bug, something to be stomped underfoot and forgotten. Every era requires a monster to defeat, and remind people of their virtues... but you, you are not even that, you are just... nothing but a shadow of a long outdated sentiment."

"You seem to forget, about the fact that unlike you, there are people greateful for my existence! All you do is cause trouble, fight people, punch them in the face, and occasionally just blow up entire cities! I have provided far more to this world than you, I let people settle their grudges and give what is coming!" And then, he would attempt a direct attack using a tentacle against Rayn out of annoyance while safely in the inner layer.

Rayn in turn just stood there, glaring at it coming between his fingers. He then sighed, lowering his head, closing his eyes, and let his arm down like he was reaching for his pocket. The blue fire sprites gathered around his arm as the tentacle got close, and he swung at it, splitting it open. It wasn't just that, however, a portion of the air itself seemed to... catch ablaze with ghostly blue flame, as a seemingly invisible barrier begins to burn open.

"Oops," Rayn uttered sarcastically.

Darth seemed to panic a little at this sudden event. It seemed that Darth did not expect Rayn to actually start tearing though the barrier to his real location. As expected, he was more of a manipulation type of person then one with pure power. Otherwise, the need to use so many pawns wouldn't quite make sense.

"You think you can beat me, in your weakened, shriveled state?! YOu can try and reach me, but all you will do is make your own tomb...ahk?!"

From that sound, it seemed as if someone had done something rather painful to it...no, wasn't he already in pain?

The truth was, Darth did not have a high pain tolerance.

"You do realize that once they realize what you are, they will kill you next right?"

"And?" Rayn uttered, stepping through the hole as blue embers float around him. "Unlike you, I've fully come to terms with this... in fact, I look forward to the day a righteous soul emerges from the ash to strike me down. It is what I deserve."

"Then why dont you go die in a hole somewhere instead of bothering me? I only grant the desires of those I bond with. I simply give the power to act on their desires," Darth responded.

"Spare me the shit," Rayn responded, smirking. "You don't care about the kid or his suffering, you just feed off the kid and his victims. Hell, you say bond, but what is it really? Something forged on half-truths and outright lies. This isn't even a complete bond, the only point you link on is the desire to lash out. For the rest? You're just a puppeteer. Why else would you have to use all the smoke and mirrors, you... can barely even reach level 1 on this."

"You think that this is only Level 1, do you?" Darth said with a smirk, as countless spears appeared out of the tendrils and immediately charged at Rayn. "I wont claim to have as much raw power, but my ability to manipulate is top notch. And dont you dare ever trample on my beliefs, you muscle brained moron! Perhaps, do you want to hear the truth of his heart?"

And then, the voice of a child could be heard all over, reverberating across the dimensions.

"I am so tired of this! I dont want to be picked on anymore! I want strength! I want vengeance! I want them to suffer and wither like they made me suffer! I want them to leave me alone, to see me as better, not worse!"

Darth just smiled at Rayn.

"This is what the boy wants. Did you know? These people have been terrible to him. I admit, this far surpasses normal bullying...even if they only made him think he was burried alive, it was still terrible for him...he deserves vengeance!"

Darth seemed unusually passionate about it...it seemed as if those were his true emotions, although it was still clear he was corrupting in some way...he shouldn't be able to summon Goblis or ogres.

Rayn shrugged. "So you help the kid by amplifying his negative emotions and turn him into a murderer, bravo," Rayn said, his words dripping with sarcasm. "Doesn't quite explain the minions, now does it? Tell me, if you are so noble, then how come you have such a corrupting touch? And... why are you so afraid to let the boy hear my words if they don't actually matter..? All you really do is help perpetuate a cycle, to continue to direct humans to lash out at one another, blood for blood. Me? I give people a target, something to hate and fear other than each other, and I do it up front, in person. No cowardly smoke and mirrors, no minions, no hiding... just... me."

Unbeknownst to Rayn, he was being shadowed by somebody veiled from the rest of the world.

"Seriously..? How is that even possible? What, you have like the same spirit mom or something?"

"I... dunno? But I'm totally sure of it!"

"He looks totally beat up. I thought you said he was strong."

"He is! Was... was-is..? Bah, he's just weak right now for some reason... and possessing somebody..? Wait, does that make me the stronger sibling now?"

"Shouldn't we like... stop him?"

"Oof... u-um... well... I suppose? I mean, he's still... like, my brother and all."

Rayn looks behind him, thinking he felt something for a moment, only to shrug and move on forward. Odd, it felt almost... familiar.

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(Blargl. Ended up getting busy, but I was also trying to let others post. But cant let this inactivity continue!)

At those words Rayn spoke, Darth had an evilish grin and smiled mischeviously.

"Whoever said I was amplifying his emotions? You have possessed someone, so you have forgotten Rayn, but humans are creatures built on emotions. You must be able to feel it right? The emotions of your host, erroding at you? At your control? Maybe you can keep control, but do you really think that you can defeat me as you are now? No Rayn, because while I have accepted humanity, you have rejected it entirely. You simply do not understand...the glory and value of humans, of their emotions and spirits. And the strength that they hold. Meanwhile, I have a healthy respect for it".

At that point, something unexpected happened, even for Darth. A large explosion went off, and suddenly the dimensional walls began to shatter and break. It was as if the entire setting shattered around them all, and in exchange, everyone appeared in one location.

"What the..."

"Where are we?"

This included Jaune and Shinku, who were now in the same space as Rayn and Darth. Now, the three of them could totally ally and...

"Oi, Shinku! This is no good! The amount of enemies increased! Not only is that thing with that boy, but that man is also possessed!"

Darth, who saw this, realized it instantly.

"Of course. Rayn is fully possessing his body, but the boy...this is as much his will as it is mine...because of that..."

"It looks like the thing over there has some power, but his bond doesn't appear to be one of domination. Which means...you must be the final boss!"

Jaune and Shinku turned towards Rayn. Darth was not sure what caused the barriers to shatter, but it had ended up working in his favor. Because of the fact Rayn had not chosen harmony, but domination, the two were mistaking him as the enemy. A rather reasonable decision too, if one thought about it.

"I don't care how strong you think you are Rayn, I wont let you hurt this boy! I will help grant his wish! I wont allow you to kill him!"

Darht threw all of his passion, and technically truth, into his words that he shot at Rayn. He was totally painting Rayn as the bad guy here, to get his enemies to fight each other instead of him...although, that red haired boy...he seemed to have a bit of hesitation, as if he felt like something was wrong. But, it might just be because this was his first fight.

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Rayn stopped, glancing around, two other kids had entered the field as the veil broke down. He slouched over, looking at the two, then back at Darth. It was an annoying predicament, while it did look bad for him, did it really look that much better for Darth? This had become... a big joke. Rayn slapped his hand over his face and began to chuckle bitterly... or was it really Rayn..? He was right, it had begun to erode at him.

"What is there to deny? Honestly, you think I'd sweat? Panic? I am a monster, and as one I've known the darkest parts of humanity since I was conceived. Born of hate, born to be hated, thus is my fate. I'll take my judgement when it comes," he says, tiredly slouching over, black feathers dropping off of him. He then looked over at Shinku and Juane, pointing out at Darth. "This armor spirit here? It thrives on the act of revenge, ranging from severe to petty. He revels in pointless feuds, feeds off the victims, and indulges the darkest aspects of his... partner's psyches, all as part of some weird idea of justice. I mean..."

Rayn turned back to Darth, tilting his head to the side.

"Why don't we speak of the children being held by Darthy... since he's so proud of himself right now, tell me, as cruel as they were, how does that justify draining them to husks as you slowly torture them? Children can be cruel, but please, tell me how this fixes anything? Honestly, as much of a bastard as I am, torturing and killing children... and reveling in it..? well, haha... it's... pretty messed up." Rayn chuckled bitterly again, then sighed, going limp again. "This may be what the kid wishes for... now anyways, but he doesn't yet understand the consequences of his actions... I'll take whatever price I am to pay... just..."

Suddenly there was a loud snap sound as a spotlight out of seeming nowhere gleams down upon Rayn, causing him to shield his eyes.

"Golly, you sure got chatty! Both are technically telling the truth, or at least, to an extent of what they believe to be the truth!" a young cheery female voice yelled out, echoing as if through a speaker system. Then the spotlight disappears, and another snap as it now centers in on another figure. This one was strawberry blond haired, pink eyed, pinkish nosed girl with freckles, with a long ponytail. She was only dressed rather casually in a rather oversized, long-sleeved white hoodie, with a large pink bow on the back of her head that somewhat resembled large rabbit-ears. Atop her head was a rather out-of-place black tophat. Cheerfully the grinned and waved at Shinku and Jaune, she radiated some kind of feeling of... positivity. "Hiiiii~! Such a lovely audience out there! Hey, wanna see me pull a rabbit out of my hat!?"

"What... what are you doing?! D-did the sugar go to your brain!?" a voice yells out from a corner of the area. Luci reacts by slouching over and sighing loudly. Over there was a woman dressed in a strange black rabbit-themed jumpsuit and rabbit-skull mask.

"Saaaaaaiiiiiph... I got boooored! Remaining unseen all the time is boooooring!" Luci whined. "And keeping up a veil all the time is exhaustiiiiing! And there's so many people here, its time to make friends!"

"Yeah... uh-huh... sure, Lu, just tell me when we get to the fighting part," the other woman says, now engrossed in playing some kind of handheld game.

"Ugh, seriously?!" Luci yells, raising her arms into the air.

Rayn raises a brow, opens his mouth to speak then just slaps his hand over his face and sighs. "So you... have a bond now."

"I knoooow! Weird, huh?" Luci responds, leaning forward and grinning widely at Rayn. She then leans back, looking a bit concerned as she twists her mouth. She then looked at Shinku and Jaune. " Um... hi? Look, my brother may be a bad guy, but he really was trying to talk the kid out of vengeance, not trying to kill him! I mean, really look at the situation here! Look at my brother! He's been beat up, by the ogres Darth summoned! That shouldn't even be possible... unless..."

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El was surprised by the arrival of the other woman, taken completely off guard by both the arrival and her support in the fight. And an Englishwoman to boot? Or at least she thought she caught a familiar accent in there. There was a slight smirk on her face as she caught the other strange voice speaking. "Oh, still very much dead, but that hasn't seemed to stop Mr. Sargon, or myself for that matter."

If Sargon's face were visible, it would be showing a rather neutral, yet pleased smile. Almost somewhat confident, or amused, or maybe just pleased. "They both seem very polite I must say." He whispered in El's mind. A moment later, his voice could be more audibly heard lilting into El's. "I suppose you could say the Akkadian spirit is rather indomitable. Or perhaps indestructible."

El grabbed another Goblis, picking it up and smashing it head first into the ground, watching the skull crack as it began to fade away. "Lots of these nasty pests. I think we need to keep moving, but we might have to fight our way through." She smirked as she brought her sword down into another Goblis's head, turning to the newcomer with a grin on her face. "Name's El by the way. The Akkadian is Sargon. Pay him no mind though, he's terribly paternal."

"Well seeing as my soul is tied to your body, one would hope you'd understand my interest in keeping it mostly in tact." He responded in a slightly teasing way.

"Oh shut it."