Setting
The Cell is where the monks placed people for solitary meditation. The walls are thick and lichen covered. There is a constant drip of brackish water along one side. A small pit has been carved in the center of the room with several candle holders built into the walls. A musty and tattered mat is in the center of the pit.
The Cell
The Cell is where the monks placed people for solitary meditation. The walls are thick and lichen covered. There is a constant drip of brackish water along one side. A small pit has been carved in the center of the room with several candle holders built into the walls. A musty and tattered mat is in the center of the pit.
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The Cell is a part of 
The Ruins.
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Albertine Fox [19] Searching. Restlessly searching.
The Hyperborean Wanderer [18] The Cosmos are bigger than initially anticipated.
Blaze Zaphyr [3] An assassin, a killer, a mourner.
Ansel Nigel Drachen [2] recluseive artist, with baggage
Asxvene [2] A god of animals. Can shape-shift.
Formositas [1] a young female dragon. she is able to transform into a human, but isnt skilled enough to fully transform. http://i631.photobucket.com/albums/uu32/dead_doll_loveless/Female_Dragon.jpg
Juoko Anttila [1]
The Faceless Man [0] Flesh & Blood
Zanacha Piitill [0] Force-Sensitive Bounty Hunter and Assassin
Misa West [0]
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Tristan for a moment, he waited for her to react before a thought hit him square in the mind. "Uhm..d-do you know wh-what f-food i-is?" He muttered, his red eyelets looking into hers suddenly with curiosity. "I m-met someone that t-told me a-about f-food. A-and a fo-food pyr-pyramid."
Tristan lurched, whimpering loudly as he watched his new found friend get dragged off. His mind started to race then, fury building inside of him. He could feel his hands starting to sweat as his head began to pound again, the scar on his forehead glowing a deep shade of red into the darkened cell. He needed to pull his headband back up so that it wouldn't feed him into a melt down, but he was trembling awfully, and he couldn't manage to stretch enough to do it. Squeezing his eyes shut and clenching his jaw, he tried hard to relax while he waited for JAz to return.
Tristan glanced up worriedly at Jaz, his hands now trembling and fingertips glowing a deep shade of maroon. "J-jaz?" he whispered, scooting towards her body, "Jaz a-are you al-alright?" That was all he could manage as he got closer, his body had been feeding on so much oxygen now and the smell of thick agony and blood from the other person in the room set him off. Immediately, his eyes turned from red to a thick low shade of maroon traced with cat-like stripes of golden green, his voice growing deep and angry. With all his might as he blacked out into his true form, Tristan's hands went to his mouth, ripping each glove from them as he could feel the energy course through him.
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A low growl emitted his lips as he bent his hands back to grip into the chain, it in turn liquidating onto the floor and sizzling into the pavement. When he was finally free, he turned his head towards where he smelt Jaz and pulled his headband down around his neck, striding over and rubbing his forehead to hers. When her eyes would open, his thick green and maroon gaze would pierce hers, "Get back from the door When I say so, run." His voice would be all too familiar too her, but it didn't matter." With that, he helped her back and rubbed his hands together, charging the door and slamming his fists into it, the thick metal melting slowly into a pool on the floor, instantly solidifying at his feet. Alarms started to go off and guards appeared with guns. Looking back, he glared at Jaz, "Run Jaz! Find Melissa and Saldon and get the hell out of here!" With that he disappeared into the mesh of guards, fighting them tooth and nail as his strength continued to grow.
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Saldon changed back from his Serval form just outside the view of the guard towers and electric fences. He wore a forest green cloak, his enchantment sucking all light from his face amd making it an impenitrable and solid void. He wore his gloves and his boots were hard military grade rubber on the bottom. He shifted his stance and a few of his weapons rattled, so he reached in to gently and carfully rearrange and secure them so they made no noise. He checked his ammunition, incinderary, AP, sonic, electrical and acid rounds for his crossbows. Crossbows was plural cause rather than just carrying his one heavy crossbow, he carried two small crossbows that were easily fired from one hand. He also wore three sets of twin blades and carried multitudes of daggers and concealed weapons. He watched as the building went to life, search towers turning on and scanning across, the gates closed as men scrambled to cover the entrences and exits. -c-
Saldon | He started forewards, his enchanted cloak sucking all sound away from him so he was a shadow on a shadow, invisable and impossible to track. As he drew closer to one of the main checkpoints his kean eyes picked up the sign of four guards and another two in the guard post. There was a faint kiss of metal on metal as daggers slid on hidden tracks and were cleanly deposited into his waiting hands, two for each hand. He lifted them up, arms crossed before casting them out, a silent whurr of the lines going out as the daggers sailed, cutting clean through the necks of the four guards outside, one dagger to a neck. Before letting them go clean through his wrists snapped up, releasing a catch as it drew the daggers back to his waiting hands. He caught them and let them slide away as he reached down and grabbed two daggers with red tips, incindeary. -c-
Saldon | He performed a hop, skip and jump and threw them, the blades breaking clean through the glass and hitting his targets in the shoulders before they ignited, blowing apart the gate controls inside. With that he drew his heavy crossbow and flipped over a gate poll. He was inside the facility.
Tristan felt an icy pang in the middle of his spine, dropping him to his knees in a series of minor convulsions. After a few minutes, he growled in an even deeper, more adult voice, dragging himself to his feet as his hand touched the base of one of the guard's legs, setting him fire. The floor was starting to melt and freeze over at the same time under his feet, but all he could focus on was using his overly strong power to burn through these horrid men. His mind was completely numb now, ice infused taiser buds piercing into him over and over again. He'd rip them off and continue, his hands burning and permanently deforming the men he attacked. His head was throbbing violently, the world around him spinning into a pit of lava as he felt the ground around puddling and pooling into a large pit of liquidated lava temperature linoleum and concrete.
Saldon was going across the concrete floor of the facility, alarms blazing as spotlights scanned. He was moving towards one of the big doors when a collumn of light landed on him, there was a prattle of automatic fire as it splashed behind him. He flipped forewards, twisting mid turn to aim his crossbow and launch three bolts up to the tower, disabling the lights while the last one pierced strait through the scope of a sniper and dropped the man instently. By now other towers were tracking in to him and he methodically took out each one with a few bolts until the patch he ran across was almost completely dark. It was then the search lights atop the compund cracked on and he shifted to his serval form, his smaller cat for slipping between searchlights until he was against the wall. He moved to the double doors and kicked it with a heavy boot and crashing it open. He looked in and fired twice, bolts ripping through the guards before he moved inside, reloading his crossbow and kept moving.
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i did))
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kris you tell WE the post I did?))
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i just saw it))
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((Nevemind I didn't forget: Kris you're up, then me, then Hunter, etc.))
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Tristan [color=gray],after at least ten dizzy and subconscious moments, opened his eyes and groaned, his body aching terribly. His eyes had returned to their usual red shade, and he felt utterly lost and confused. All of his energy was drained from his body and the side of his skull was throbbing terribly, but this time it wasn't from his alterations, it was something else. Cautiously, he lifted his right hand, no longer heat consumed and touched the side of his head, crying out immediately in pain. The side of his skull was surely cracked, hence his utter disability to make sense of vision. The world was still blurry as he forced himself up and dragged himself across the grass in the dark. He felt his gloves were in his pocket and paused to try and slip them on, though it was near impossible, he manages slightly alright. A trickle of blood ran down the side of his cheek, apparently he was numb to the feeling before and was just now starting to realize that he was still spouting blood awfully from his skull. Giving up in his fee
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(glomps Hunter....lol)
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(glomps kris)
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(Angelfire says Hi...AKA Tyana)
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(Hmm...)
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(What other site...a free one like this?)
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(awe how sad)
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Tristan heard a rustling noise faintly, turning his head to catch a black blob in the blur of a world he was looking at. Maybe it wouldn't be a good idea to go back after all, he thought, flopping down onto his stomach in the grass. He'd never used so much energy or power before, nor had he ever blacked out that long, it was messing with his body terribly. Taking in a deep breath, he forced himself up onto his arms as though doing a push up and dragged himself to his knees, wobbling for a few minutes as he got to his feet and turned round to face the brown and green mush behind him before starting towards it like drunken horse.
Saldon knew, he could feel them through her skin. He began to channel his Lycan powers through his skin and into her. Her bones would vibrate and communicate to him as he felt and listened, finding out every rubber nodule in her body. He channeled his powers into her bones where they were found and the bones began to bud and push, pushing them gently up through her skin and exposing each of them, on her spine and otherwise. He quickly removed each one before making contact again, coaxing the bone back into her body, the wounds sealing again, no blood spilled, as the bones reformed to shape what she needed. He scooped up the remaining nodules and threw them aside and he lifted up Jaz to hug her, taking the knife from her, "They are out..." He whispered in her ear, "And I have Meli with me..." He looked into her eyes, trying to see what he had to do next.
Tristan was starting to have an even worse time seeing as he entered the a thick patch of trees in the dark, something shadowy appeared too late in front of him, and he crashed full force into the base of a tree. Collapsing to the ground unconsciously, a small groan escaped the young boys lips as the right side of his head began to emit more thick streams of blood.
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test?))
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