Introduction
Whatever you were doing that that night, you were found. You could have been drinking, sleeping, working, or anything else, but some strange men found you. You were knocked out cold, some of you fighting against these unknown figures coming after you. You slowly regain conscience only to find a sack over your head. When you awake again you see yourself strapped to a chair with other people tied and bound also in a circular gray room with no windows and an arched doorway.
Two people approached the middle of the room. One was a man wearing blue jeans and a red shirt with a black unbuttoned over-shirt with blood red eyes having the intent to kill. The other was a woman wearing a white as snow dress with a very pale complexion, blue eyes staring into your soul.
The man stepped forward and took in a deep breath saying, "Hello I am Sorence, Warrior of Life. You have all been chosen complete a mission. Your reward will be explained later, but be reassured, it is worth staying around. Then again, you really can’t move now, can you?” He let out a slight chuckle, looking at the men and women strapped down in the chairs.
The woman elbowed Sorence in the ribs and took a step forward. “My name is Sara Packer. I am the Warrior of Knowledge. I know all from your lives, past, present, future. You were all once great warriors of the universe. However your memory is dim from a great unknown war. There is one more thing you have though. You each have a power! Ability that no one has been able to control. You will learn to harness this ability over the many quests you have to go through. I also know that what I am saying might not make sense to you. This is why I have had some of my companions bring out these special orbs. Each orb belonged to a great warrior. Find the orb that draws to you most, and then touch it. You will then see parts of your past and remember what happened. This time, you will remember your birth and your early training." She said with a straight face. “But before we release you, a small portion of you power will be returned to you. It will be weak, just to test you loyalty to us.” She made a slow walk around the room, her hand touching everyone’s cheek. Once finished, she walked through the archway. As she passed through, a rack of multi-coloured orbs were wheeled out by two men dressed in all black.
Sorence stepped up again while the two were rolling the orbs in. “Every time you finish a quest, a memory and part of your power will be provided to you. These orbs show your past if you don't believe us, but they only show how your life ended. You will be hunting for... well; I’ll get to that later.”
Sorence now walked out of the arched doorway, but stopped and turned to the group. “You all should really think of who you want to work with if you want to stay alive.” He then made a motion to the two men. He disappeared in the dark void while the men released the new warriors. One went through the doorway while the other lingered at the arch. He gave a quick nod to the group and he walked into the shadows, the archway closing behind him.
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Decades ago you were all once in the greatest place of the universe. It was run by rankings. The highest ranking you can obtain is the warrior. You were all great warriors guarding the balance of the elements. A great orb levitated in the throne room of the palace. It held every single element within it. Your job was to make sure no demon or life form got its hands on it. If so, the universe could be in danger if the elements got in the wrong hands.
Soon enough, a whole army came. All of you stood guard fighting them off. Slaying demon after demon your victory was near. But then it happened. Suddenly the other protectors in the Palace became turncoats, killing every one of you. Even your closest friends could have killed you because their desire for power was too strong. They ran to the orb and grabbed it but were stopped by the creator of the orbs, Golian. He slayed down the betrayers, but began to be too much. So for his last act he destroyed the orb, breaking it into several shards.
The shards shot off onto a planet called Earth. They were scattered all throughout its time line, from its beginning to its end. Golian fell to his knees as a cloaked figure approached him, ending his life.
But for the catch! The protectors of the orbs cannot die. You have all been reborn in a planet called, Earth. You all continued with your life and obtained a job, wife or husband, and maybe even some kids. But time has come and your duty is not fulfilled. You are captured in your sleep and brought into an unknown stone room. This is where you begin to feel your sudden thirst of war and begin revealing your hidden powers. You each are restored with great memories of a warrior, along with something new. An element.
Whoever gathers up all the shards of the orb and redeems them back together, is granted two options. To place orb back in the palace and bring balance back to universe; or have the ability to do whatever you want by keeping the orb. Your choice comes now.
You are to seek these shards and gather them up before it gets into the wrong hands. Others know about what has happen and are on the hunt. The fate of all living things rests on top of this small organization. These "elemental warriors".
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Openings: (I am willing to take suggestions for different warriors instead of the given. These are just the ones I could come up with)
Co GM: Thorait
Warrior of Spirit: Reserved
Warrior of Light: Open
Warrior of Darkness: Taken
Warrior of Wind: Open
Warrior of Fire: Open
Warrior of Earth: Open
Warrior of Water: Open
Warrior of Lightning: Reserved
Warrior of Mystic: Taken
Warrior of Illusion: Taken
Warrior of Mind: Taken
Warrior of Strength: Open
Warrior of Healing: Open
Warrior of Shapeshifting: Taken
Warrior of Summoning: Taken
Warrior of Nature: Taken
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Character sheet - As for weapons, the only guns you can have is pistol or single shot rifle. I do encourage some creativity for your weapons though.
Description:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Skin Tone:
Element:
Appearance:
Side: (You can either help restore the elements (Pure) or secretly want to take it for yourself (corrupted))
Modification of Picture - Description of Picture
Head wear:
Shirt:
Pants:
Foot wear:
Left hand:
Right Hand:
Left Arm:
Right Arm:
Back:
Leggings:
Other:
Weapons:
Personality:
Personality:
Joys: (2 at least)
Phobias: (2 at least)
Background:
Earth life -
History:
Occupation:
True life -
Name:
History:
Death:
Two people approached the middle of the room. One was a man wearing blue jeans and a red shirt with a black unbuttoned over-shirt with blood red eyes having the intent to kill. The other was a woman wearing a white as snow dress with a very pale complexion, blue eyes staring into your soul.
The man stepped forward and took in a deep breath saying, "Hello I am Sorence, Warrior of Life. You have all been chosen complete a mission. Your reward will be explained later, but be reassured, it is worth staying around. Then again, you really can’t move now, can you?” He let out a slight chuckle, looking at the men and women strapped down in the chairs.
The woman elbowed Sorence in the ribs and took a step forward. “My name is Sara Packer. I am the Warrior of Knowledge. I know all from your lives, past, present, future. You were all once great warriors of the universe. However your memory is dim from a great unknown war. There is one more thing you have though. You each have a power! Ability that no one has been able to control. You will learn to harness this ability over the many quests you have to go through. I also know that what I am saying might not make sense to you. This is why I have had some of my companions bring out these special orbs. Each orb belonged to a great warrior. Find the orb that draws to you most, and then touch it. You will then see parts of your past and remember what happened. This time, you will remember your birth and your early training." She said with a straight face. “But before we release you, a small portion of you power will be returned to you. It will be weak, just to test you loyalty to us.” She made a slow walk around the room, her hand touching everyone’s cheek. Once finished, she walked through the archway. As she passed through, a rack of multi-coloured orbs were wheeled out by two men dressed in all black.
Sorence stepped up again while the two were rolling the orbs in. “Every time you finish a quest, a memory and part of your power will be provided to you. These orbs show your past if you don't believe us, but they only show how your life ended. You will be hunting for... well; I’ll get to that later.”
Sorence now walked out of the arched doorway, but stopped and turned to the group. “You all should really think of who you want to work with if you want to stay alive.” He then made a motion to the two men. He disappeared in the dark void while the men released the new warriors. One went through the doorway while the other lingered at the arch. He gave a quick nod to the group and he walked into the shadows, the archway closing behind him.
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Decades ago you were all once in the greatest place of the universe. It was run by rankings. The highest ranking you can obtain is the warrior. You were all great warriors guarding the balance of the elements. A great orb levitated in the throne room of the palace. It held every single element within it. Your job was to make sure no demon or life form got its hands on it. If so, the universe could be in danger if the elements got in the wrong hands.
Soon enough, a whole army came. All of you stood guard fighting them off. Slaying demon after demon your victory was near. But then it happened. Suddenly the other protectors in the Palace became turncoats, killing every one of you. Even your closest friends could have killed you because their desire for power was too strong. They ran to the orb and grabbed it but were stopped by the creator of the orbs, Golian. He slayed down the betrayers, but began to be too much. So for his last act he destroyed the orb, breaking it into several shards.
The shards shot off onto a planet called Earth. They were scattered all throughout its time line, from its beginning to its end. Golian fell to his knees as a cloaked figure approached him, ending his life.
But for the catch! The protectors of the orbs cannot die. You have all been reborn in a planet called, Earth. You all continued with your life and obtained a job, wife or husband, and maybe even some kids. But time has come and your duty is not fulfilled. You are captured in your sleep and brought into an unknown stone room. This is where you begin to feel your sudden thirst of war and begin revealing your hidden powers. You each are restored with great memories of a warrior, along with something new. An element.
Whoever gathers up all the shards of the orb and redeems them back together, is granted two options. To place orb back in the palace and bring balance back to universe; or have the ability to do whatever you want by keeping the orb. Your choice comes now.
You are to seek these shards and gather them up before it gets into the wrong hands. Others know about what has happen and are on the hunt. The fate of all living things rests on top of this small organization. These "elemental warriors".
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Openings: (I am willing to take suggestions for different warriors instead of the given. These are just the ones I could come up with)
Co GM: Thorait
Warrior of Spirit: Reserved
Warrior of Light: Open
Warrior of Darkness: Taken
Warrior of Wind: Open
Warrior of Fire: Open
Warrior of Earth: Open
Warrior of Water: Open
Warrior of Lightning: Reserved
Warrior of Mystic: Taken
Warrior of Illusion: Taken
Warrior of Mind: Taken
Warrior of Strength: Open
Warrior of Healing: Open
Warrior of Shapeshifting: Taken
Warrior of Summoning: Taken
Warrior of Nature: Taken
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Character sheet - As for weapons, the only guns you can have is pistol or single shot rifle. I do encourage some creativity for your weapons though.
Description:
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Skin Tone:
Element:
Appearance:
Side: (You can either help restore the elements (Pure) or secretly want to take it for yourself (corrupted))
Modification of Picture - Description of Picture
Head wear:
Shirt:
Pants:
Foot wear:
Left hand:
Right Hand:
Left Arm:
Right Arm:
Back:
Leggings:
Other:
Weapons:
Personality:
Personality:
Joys: (2 at least)
Phobias: (2 at least)
Background:
Earth life -
History:
Occupation:
True life -
Name:
History:
Death:
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Laisin
Laisin watched the entire time with his cold eye’s and mind invisible as he was nobody knew he was there expect his Sara but she knew everything so that wasn’t surprising anymore after he had talked some time with her and of course discussed when he got the change some deeper philosophical things to extract knowledge form her a great source. They left and he followed silently as he preferred to go invisible as he almost always had been the original Laisin had spend his young early training constantly learning more than training himself but the mind was stronger than the body. Laisin was a knight and his memory reached further than his early training into the years where Laisin would distance himself and he was busy following the same path being invisible to any one expect when he wanted too talk or train and of course not to his masters as he called the pair. His voice was calm and hard as stone as he spoke appearing out of nothing “These trainees seem more incompetent than normal to me also would any of you desire me too pick out the corrupt ones after we finish talking as both of you have guessed there are corrupt ones in this group and I can with my mind reading ability locate and kill them easily.” This all seemed normal to him he had killed people younger than them even a young child of six’s when he was a apprentice but only getting it done mattered to the man dressed completely in dark bleu with eye’s that had a fairly abnormal shine in the dark almost black parts that seemed to suck people in when they stared to the one without mercy or remorse. He had always desired to obtain power even in his youth he had done nothing than learn and gather as much as possible but then he was told he was another person and he had never objected doubted or confused only a clear wish to become as powerful again as he had been once and even more and as he would reincarnate again if he died he could go on forever. Stealing the orb? Madness was the only thing it would give you as desire blinded them for the fact power of such a extend would tear your mind apart so the orb was to be protected and the corrupt where to be killed again and again for eternity.
Laisin watched the entire time with his cold eye’s and mind invisible as he was nobody knew he was there expect his Sara but she knew everything so that wasn’t surprising anymore after he had talked some time with her and of course discussed when he got the change some deeper philosophical things to extract knowledge form her a great source. They left and he followed silently as he preferred to go invisible as he almost always had been the original Laisin had spend his young early training constantly learning more than training himself but the mind was stronger than the body. Laisin was a knight and his memory reached further than his early training into the years where Laisin would distance himself and he was busy following the same path being invisible to any one expect when he wanted too talk or train and of course not to his masters as he called the pair. His voice was calm and hard as stone as he spoke appearing out of nothing “These trainees seem more incompetent than normal to me also would any of you desire me too pick out the corrupt ones after we finish talking as both of you have guessed there are corrupt ones in this group and I can with my mind reading ability locate and kill them easily.” This all seemed normal to him he had killed people younger than them even a young child of six’s when he was a apprentice but only getting it done mattered to the man dressed completely in dark bleu with eye’s that had a fairly abnormal shine in the dark almost black parts that seemed to suck people in when they stared to the one without mercy or remorse. He had always desired to obtain power even in his youth he had done nothing than learn and gather as much as possible but then he was told he was another person and he had never objected doubted or confused only a clear wish to become as powerful again as he had been once and even more and as he would reincarnate again if he died he could go on forever. Stealing the orb? Madness was the only thing it would give you as desire blinded them for the fact power of such a extend would tear your mind apart so the orb was to be protected and the corrupt where to be killed again and again for eternity.
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This wasn't the big soft room he was used too. Where were all the men with the white coats? If he was dreaming again, then where were the little puppies, the cakes and the demon duckies made of rubber that were always trying to eat his face? AND WHERE WAS HIS PANTS!?
.... Oh wait, he was still wearing them. Never mind!
These were all the thoughts, along with a large amount of untranslatable garble, that went through Looney's head. If Looney paid attention what the man and the woman said he gave no show of it. He was too busy rocking back and fourth in his chair and trying to figure out where he was to show that he was paying attention. He knew he wasn't in the mental ward anymore.... or maybe he was. Maybe he was just having another happy happy dream, and any minute now Mr Johnson and MR Philip were point to come in and use the pock pock stabby to send Looney back too his quite place... No no no no, Focus! He remembered this place, or at least he felt he should remember it. Yeeeeah... he had a dream about this place. With the animals and stairs and the STABBING! No no no no no no. That was last weeks dream. What was this weeks dream?
As his mind continued bounce from one end of his shattered conscious to another Looney continued to bounce up and down in his chair. His struggles against the binds got more and more fierce as time went by. The man that was responsible for letting him loose stepped forward, muttering "calm down I'll have you out in a second" as he move to cut Looney's bonds. He would have, if the ropes didn't already fall off just as he reach for them. Probably wasn't a good idea to loosen the former detainee's straitjacket before they tied him down.
Looney shot forward, placing both hands on the firmly mans shoulders as he headbutted the poor man. He bolted over the fallen guard toward where the table that held the orbs was. He sniffed each one, like a dog trying to pick out a particular sent. After a moment of that, he seemed to pick one entirely at random, biting it with his teeth and swallowing the orb whole.
He let out a small belch and, like he hadn't just had a psychotic episode, proceeded to to calmly walk out of the room in an up right and relax manner. Humming a little tune to himself gently as he examined the walls around him while he walked.
.... Oh wait, he was still wearing them. Never mind!
These were all the thoughts, along with a large amount of untranslatable garble, that went through Looney's head. If Looney paid attention what the man and the woman said he gave no show of it. He was too busy rocking back and fourth in his chair and trying to figure out where he was to show that he was paying attention. He knew he wasn't in the mental ward anymore.... or maybe he was. Maybe he was just having another happy happy dream, and any minute now Mr Johnson and MR Philip were point to come in and use the pock pock stabby to send Looney back too his quite place... No no no no, Focus! He remembered this place, or at least he felt he should remember it. Yeeeeah... he had a dream about this place. With the animals and stairs and the STABBING! No no no no no no. That was last weeks dream. What was this weeks dream?
As his mind continued bounce from one end of his shattered conscious to another Looney continued to bounce up and down in his chair. His struggles against the binds got more and more fierce as time went by. The man that was responsible for letting him loose stepped forward, muttering "calm down I'll have you out in a second" as he move to cut Looney's bonds. He would have, if the ropes didn't already fall off just as he reach for them. Probably wasn't a good idea to loosen the former detainee's straitjacket before they tied him down.
Looney shot forward, placing both hands on the firmly mans shoulders as he headbutted the poor man. He bolted over the fallen guard toward where the table that held the orbs was. He sniffed each one, like a dog trying to pick out a particular sent. After a moment of that, he seemed to pick one entirely at random, biting it with his teeth and swallowing the orb whole.
He let out a small belch and, like he hadn't just had a psychotic episode, proceeded to to calmly walk out of the room in an up right and relax manner. Humming a little tune to himself gently as he examined the walls around him while he walked.
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''....I suggest you release me next or you'll end up in the similar state of your co-worker there.'' without missing a beat, Jude spoke, seemingly undisturbed by the mad and somewhat comical scene that just played out before him. His British accent emphasized each word, his baritone voice loud and clear.
''You don't scare me-'' the man began but was rudely cut-off by a yawn from the college student.
''You're boring...let me go and stop erroding my precious brain cells with your lack-of-personality...If you were a character in a novel, you'd be a side-character that only appears for about five lines.'' Jude stated bluntly, rolling his luminent green eyes as hard as he could. Obviously flustered and annoyed, the man stomped his way behind Jude and cut the bonds, aiming all his frustration into the motion. ''Why thank you, good Sir~'' Jude chirped and stood up, stretching and dusting himself down.
He wasn't as calm as he appeared. Inside that vass mind of his, gears were turning away...Things just got interesting. More interesting than any of his hobbies. More than his new research results. This was just what he needed! The man that rambled on about corruption or whatever didn't strike fear into Jude, it just excited him. Life and death? How very thrilling...The only two things he didn't like at the moment about this entire thing was this:
1) The guy with the high-and-mighty aura
2) Having to be paired up
A soft smile spread across his lips as he planted his hands into his jacket pocket and stepped over the fallen guard. This whole thing...it was just like the studies of reincarnation that he had read about. He casually picked up one of the strange orbs like you would an apple, not perturbed by the fact that he'll be seeing how he had died....
''You don't scare me-'' the man began but was rudely cut-off by a yawn from the college student.
''You're boring...let me go and stop erroding my precious brain cells with your lack-of-personality...If you were a character in a novel, you'd be a side-character that only appears for about five lines.'' Jude stated bluntly, rolling his luminent green eyes as hard as he could. Obviously flustered and annoyed, the man stomped his way behind Jude and cut the bonds, aiming all his frustration into the motion. ''Why thank you, good Sir~'' Jude chirped and stood up, stretching and dusting himself down.
He wasn't as calm as he appeared. Inside that vass mind of his, gears were turning away...Things just got interesting. More interesting than any of his hobbies. More than his new research results. This was just what he needed! The man that rambled on about corruption or whatever didn't strike fear into Jude, it just excited him. Life and death? How very thrilling...The only two things he didn't like at the moment about this entire thing was this:
1) The guy with the high-and-mighty aura
2) Having to be paired up
A soft smile spread across his lips as he planted his hands into his jacket pocket and stepped over the fallen guard. This whole thing...it was just like the studies of reincarnation that he had read about. He casually picked up one of the strange orbs like you would an apple, not perturbed by the fact that he'll be seeing how he had died....
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Lucy sat in silence as everything occurred around her, patiently waiting for her bonds to be broken. Thoughts twirled around in her mind at everything said. Confusion at the current situation, curiosity at the importance of the "orbs" wheeled into the center of the room, and, most of all, annoyance at the thought of missing her client. This was the last thing she needed, to lose a big shot like him. She only mildly paid attention to the speakers in the center of the room, Sara and Sorence, Warriors of Who-Cares-What, and instead focused on her fellow captives. This was a specialty Lucy held, the ability to judge people with a glance. Their motions, posture, speech formation, etc. gave away all the information she could want. And, it was those exact skills that allowed Lucy to remain hidden behind a wall of mock innocents. Perhaps it was her blonde hair, short height, or miss-matched blue and brown eyes that lead people to trust her so easily. Whatever it was, their trust was misplaced. However, it was also a trust that Lucy could always find a way to abuse, even hide behind in many situations. After all, everyone has their secrets that they would simply kill them if exposed.
A man came behind Lucy and untied her wrists and ankles. Rather than roll her eyes wildly at the foolish, cult like atmosphere, she smiled to the man sweetly and thanked him kindly for releasing her. In more than one way, Lucy was a demon hiding inside an angle's skin.
Her eyes roamed the room, noticing a wild boy with blonde hair literally engulf one of the orbs, and another man patiently choosing his own fate as if nothing more than a marble in a child's game. The wild boy once again caught her attention as he burped in satisfaction, leaving a flash of annoyance through Lucy's eyes. He was disgusting. He was inferior to the scum she was accustomed to seeing on the busy New York streets that she called home. But worse of all, he seemed to have the mentality of a child. A child of all things! Snot nosed, sticky fingered, glue eating barbarians was not what Lucy had signed up for. Even so, the only clue of her disgust that she allowed herself to show outwardly was a small sigh and glance away. After all, she was an angle. And angles loved children. And children always seemed to love her. . . Unfortunately.
Rubbing her wrists softly where the binding had bit into her soft skin, Lucy stepped forward to claim her own orb. One caught her attention quickly. It was a colorful swirl of blue and red, unlike any jewel the exotic dancer had seen before. Slowly she reached forward to grasp the small being. In the moment of contact, Lucy cried out and collapsed to the floor, pain filling her right eye. Images of death filled her hazy vision along with a monstrous creature that seemed to obey her every command. The beast was slain first, followed by herself in effort to flee her betrayer, or was she the betrayer? Lucy could not tell. Her eyes rested upon another body as she died, the body of a masked man that felt all to important to remember. For now, besides the death, there were only two things Lucy could remember about this girl: her name was Amellia, and she had one blue and one crimson eye.
Lucy shivered, the pain dulling quickly as she tried to stand and recall where she was. It was now that the dancer noticed something was different about herself. In a mirror hung upon the wall, she was able to see her face. And just like the other girl, this Amellia, Lucy's brown eye had turned crimson. Even her own sight brought a shiver down her spin at its unnaturally. She looked away and sighed, for the first time realizing that whatever this was, it was not a bluff. Something was about to happen.
Lucy sighed deeply, unable to tell if she was more curious or annoyed at this point. Her mismatched eyes lingered upon the child-boy. He seemed familiar. Much more familiar than any of the others here. Something about him struck a chord inside the dancer, and her annoyance was lost to curiosity. After all, maybe this could be fun. A game, if you will. . . She laughed softly to herself, ready to play with the new toys that she had just acquired. "Hello there, I'm Lucy," she said to the dark-haired man and the childish one. "What may I call you? Mother said to never speak with strangers, so we might as well introduce ourselves so we aren't strangers anymore."
A man came behind Lucy and untied her wrists and ankles. Rather than roll her eyes wildly at the foolish, cult like atmosphere, she smiled to the man sweetly and thanked him kindly for releasing her. In more than one way, Lucy was a demon hiding inside an angle's skin.
Her eyes roamed the room, noticing a wild boy with blonde hair literally engulf one of the orbs, and another man patiently choosing his own fate as if nothing more than a marble in a child's game. The wild boy once again caught her attention as he burped in satisfaction, leaving a flash of annoyance through Lucy's eyes. He was disgusting. He was inferior to the scum she was accustomed to seeing on the busy New York streets that she called home. But worse of all, he seemed to have the mentality of a child. A child of all things! Snot nosed, sticky fingered, glue eating barbarians was not what Lucy had signed up for. Even so, the only clue of her disgust that she allowed herself to show outwardly was a small sigh and glance away. After all, she was an angle. And angles loved children. And children always seemed to love her. . . Unfortunately.
Rubbing her wrists softly where the binding had bit into her soft skin, Lucy stepped forward to claim her own orb. One caught her attention quickly. It was a colorful swirl of blue and red, unlike any jewel the exotic dancer had seen before. Slowly she reached forward to grasp the small being. In the moment of contact, Lucy cried out and collapsed to the floor, pain filling her right eye. Images of death filled her hazy vision along with a monstrous creature that seemed to obey her every command. The beast was slain first, followed by herself in effort to flee her betrayer, or was she the betrayer? Lucy could not tell. Her eyes rested upon another body as she died, the body of a masked man that felt all to important to remember. For now, besides the death, there were only two things Lucy could remember about this girl: her name was Amellia, and she had one blue and one crimson eye.
Lucy shivered, the pain dulling quickly as she tried to stand and recall where she was. It was now that the dancer noticed something was different about herself. In a mirror hung upon the wall, she was able to see her face. And just like the other girl, this Amellia, Lucy's brown eye had turned crimson. Even her own sight brought a shiver down her spin at its unnaturally. She looked away and sighed, for the first time realizing that whatever this was, it was not a bluff. Something was about to happen.
Lucy sighed deeply, unable to tell if she was more curious or annoyed at this point. Her mismatched eyes lingered upon the child-boy. He seemed familiar. Much more familiar than any of the others here. Something about him struck a chord inside the dancer, and her annoyance was lost to curiosity. After all, maybe this could be fun. A game, if you will. . . She laughed softly to herself, ready to play with the new toys that she had just acquired. "Hello there, I'm Lucy," she said to the dark-haired man and the childish one. "What may I call you? Mother said to never speak with strangers, so we might as well introduce ourselves so we aren't strangers anymore."
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Confusion clouded Morrigan's vision as she stared at the strange people in front of her. She had simply been practicing on the court before some man approached her while she was making a free throw. He was friendly, and when she had reached down to pick up the basketball, he slammed something down over her head. She was disoriented and managed to yank him down with her before he hit her again, and then, there was darkness. Now all of a sudden strange people were telling her that she was some deceased warrior? She definitely wasn't that, hell, she couldn't look people in the eye half the time. Her body was hunched over in the chair, the bindings nipped at he sides due to the position but she didn't care, it was a trick to try and conceal her height.
Blue eyes focused on her kidnappers as they untied the other captives, allowing them one buy one to go up and retrieve an orb. It looked simple enough an-OH DEAR LORD DID HE REALLY EAT THAT! Morrigan couldn't help cringing slightly at the sight, hoping he didn't choke or need surgery. Gnawing at her bottom lip slightly, she hoped that it wasn't necessary to ingest the orbs. The others seemed to merely grasp them in a normal fashion, causing her to let out a sigh of relief. These people scared her a bit, though most would laugh at the thought of a giant like her being scared of people, she couldn't help it. But then again, she pretty much tried to avoid people in general so that was probably normal. Slowly, the guards approached her, sliding a sharp dagger under the ropes and slowly slicing them away. As soon as she was free, she slid out of the chair and quickly moved away from said person like a scared animal. Her blunt nails gently clawed at her wristbands as she glanced around before moving towards the table. Her icy blue eyes scanned the contents of the table, trying to find on that was suitable. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed one that seemed a bit different from the others, it wasn't exactly shiny nor particularly breath taking. But as she looked inside she could almost hear the roars of creatures caged by their oppressors, begging to be set free, begging for her to let them.
Slowly, she reached forward, her large hand gently closing around its smooth surface. Suddenly her hands clutched her back as pain shot through it, her heart beating for beyond its normal rate. She could hear the clash of swords and the cries of fallen men,....and something else. A child. A breath taking child with soft brown locks and pale opal like eyes, the light soon fading from them as the child's body became covered in blood. Grief of such intensity flooded her body and she let out a low strangled cry, her hand tightening around the orb and threatening to break it. And then...nothing. She was back in the strange room with guards staring at her shaking form. It had all been in the past, she really had been that person. She had been a mother. She gripped her trembling wrist tightly, trying to calm herself. "I-Its all in the past",she said softly as she picked up and jewel and slowly slid it into her pocket.
"It's all in the past."
Blue eyes focused on her kidnappers as they untied the other captives, allowing them one buy one to go up and retrieve an orb. It looked simple enough an-OH DEAR LORD DID HE REALLY EAT THAT! Morrigan couldn't help cringing slightly at the sight, hoping he didn't choke or need surgery. Gnawing at her bottom lip slightly, she hoped that it wasn't necessary to ingest the orbs. The others seemed to merely grasp them in a normal fashion, causing her to let out a sigh of relief. These people scared her a bit, though most would laugh at the thought of a giant like her being scared of people, she couldn't help it. But then again, she pretty much tried to avoid people in general so that was probably normal. Slowly, the guards approached her, sliding a sharp dagger under the ropes and slowly slicing them away. As soon as she was free, she slid out of the chair and quickly moved away from said person like a scared animal. Her blunt nails gently clawed at her wristbands as she glanced around before moving towards the table. Her icy blue eyes scanned the contents of the table, trying to find on that was suitable. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed one that seemed a bit different from the others, it wasn't exactly shiny nor particularly breath taking. But as she looked inside she could almost hear the roars of creatures caged by their oppressors, begging to be set free, begging for her to let them.
Slowly, she reached forward, her large hand gently closing around its smooth surface. Suddenly her hands clutched her back as pain shot through it, her heart beating for beyond its normal rate. She could hear the clash of swords and the cries of fallen men,....and something else. A child. A breath taking child with soft brown locks and pale opal like eyes, the light soon fading from them as the child's body became covered in blood. Grief of such intensity flooded her body and she let out a low strangled cry, her hand tightening around the orb and threatening to break it. And then...nothing. She was back in the strange room with guards staring at her shaking form. It had all been in the past, she really had been that person. She had been a mother. She gripped her trembling wrist tightly, trying to calm herself. "I-Its all in the past",she said softly as she picked up and jewel and slowly slid it into her pocket.
"It's all in the past."
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Aireus was still in a daze when the story about the warriors and orbs was being told. When he was untied he dropped to the ground, his hands stuck out to stop him from falling on his face. "Agh...fuck my head is spinning..." He got up and went to the orbs, he saw someone swallow their orb whole, He then saw a girl touch an orb and fall to the ground. There were many orbs, which one was his? He saw one that looked like it had ghosts trapped inside, one with water sloshing inside, then he saw it...he saw his orb. It was all dark purple and on the inside it was pure black, as if the inside was nothing but empty space.
He went to grab it, he remembered the girl that fell to the ground. He hesitated for a second but he had to know which one was his, he stuck his hand out and grabbed the orb. A whole life flashed before his eyes it went by so fast he can only remember the beginning and the end, however it wasn't his it was someone else's.
The Death was terrible, he saw a tall man with a sword that most could use with two hands yet he used it with one. He used it gracefully to defeat waves and waves of demons, then someone else jumped down to help him fight the demons. This person had a look in his eyes the look of betrayal, what came next Aireus would've never have guessed...The very same person that came to help the warrior fight disappeared then sliced the warrior's neck and whispered a few words, Aireus couldn't make out the words but all he heard was "Assassin". The next thing that happened was so gruesome Aireus actually purposely forgot it.
The vision stopped, Aireus broke out of the trance, he was back. "D-did I just die? I saw a whole life just go by my eyes...but I only remember the beginning and the end." Aireus mumbled under his breath. He put the jewel in his pocket.
"______ Assassin" These works echoed in Aireus' head.
He went to grab it, he remembered the girl that fell to the ground. He hesitated for a second but he had to know which one was his, he stuck his hand out and grabbed the orb. A whole life flashed before his eyes it went by so fast he can only remember the beginning and the end, however it wasn't his it was someone else's.
The Death was terrible, he saw a tall man with a sword that most could use with two hands yet he used it with one. He used it gracefully to defeat waves and waves of demons, then someone else jumped down to help him fight the demons. This person had a look in his eyes the look of betrayal, what came next Aireus would've never have guessed...The very same person that came to help the warrior fight disappeared then sliced the warrior's neck and whispered a few words, Aireus couldn't make out the words but all he heard was "Assassin". The next thing that happened was so gruesome Aireus actually purposely forgot it.
The vision stopped, Aireus broke out of the trance, he was back. "D-did I just die? I saw a whole life just go by my eyes...but I only remember the beginning and the end." Aireus mumbled under his breath. He put the jewel in his pocket.
"______ Assassin" These works echoed in Aireus' head.
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Looney gave Lucy a flat look as she talked to him. It wasn't a look born of any ill intent, even though some small part of him in the dark reaches of his conscious demanded him to enact a stabbing of her, though oddly enough that was off set by another urge to reach out and start hugging her instead. This wasn't something new, as Looney often had these feelings, along with finger painting all over everyone and everything insight, and maybe finding every rubber duck in the vicinity and bashing it over the head with a crowb- Focus!
No, the real reason Looney was giving her such a flat look was because she was talking down to him like a child! Looney was not a child. He was tutu dressed beaver in a top hat that was well respected as a professor down in the college of Winterhold in Detroit. Wait a minute that wasn't right. How could Looney think of something so crazy and stupid?! There wasn't any college call Winterhold in Detroit, it was in Boston. Well maybe that wasn't true either, maybe...
Looney let himself wander through his own mind again. His eyes remained locked on Lucy with the same flat expression even as his thoughts went unfocused. Slowly he tilled his head as he thought, still keeping his eyes locked on Lucy.
CRACK
Looney, evidently, tilted his head to far. To anyone else it would have sounded as though Looney had broken his own neck. Too looney though, it only snapped him back to focus. Reaching a hand up he pushed his head back into place, inflicting another *crack* from his neck. Looney starred at Lucy again, unblinkingly, for seemingly the longest time. Then his face split into a bright and cheerful grin and pointed his thumb at himself. "I'm a Loon. A lunatic. A loony little loon. A ludicrous loon. That makes me Looney Ludachris!" Actually it was the asylum staff that referred to him as an "annoying little loon" every time he broke out of containment. Looney had taken to calling himself after a while. He had really forgotten what his real name was long ago.
"saaaaay..." He tilted his head again and got a mischievous look in his eyes. "wannabefriends?"
No, the real reason Looney was giving her such a flat look was because she was talking down to him like a child! Looney was not a child. He was tutu dressed beaver in a top hat that was well respected as a professor down in the college of Winterhold in Detroit. Wait a minute that wasn't right. How could Looney think of something so crazy and stupid?! There wasn't any college call Winterhold in Detroit, it was in Boston. Well maybe that wasn't true either, maybe...
Looney let himself wander through his own mind again. His eyes remained locked on Lucy with the same flat expression even as his thoughts went unfocused. Slowly he tilled his head as he thought, still keeping his eyes locked on Lucy.
CRACK
Looney, evidently, tilted his head to far. To anyone else it would have sounded as though Looney had broken his own neck. Too looney though, it only snapped him back to focus. Reaching a hand up he pushed his head back into place, inflicting another *crack* from his neck. Looney starred at Lucy again, unblinkingly, for seemingly the longest time. Then his face split into a bright and cheerful grin and pointed his thumb at himself. "I'm a Loon. A lunatic. A loony little loon. A ludicrous loon. That makes me Looney Ludachris!" Actually it was the asylum staff that referred to him as an "annoying little loon" every time he broke out of containment. Looney had taken to calling himself after a while. He had really forgotten what his real name was long ago.
"saaaaay..." He tilted his head again and got a mischievous look in his eyes. "wannabefriends?"
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Dazed and definitely confused
That was putting it in a mild manner for what Angelique was feeling right now, one minute she had been sleeping peacefully and the next someone hit her on the head, tied her up and force her into a darkness. Then there was strange man and woman, who spoke of warriors and the past, and death and orbs. She wanted at one point to put her hand up and ask a question but she couldn't because of the fact that they were tied behind her back. After the man and woman left the others were starting to get untied, and walked up to pick their orbs. Oh wait correct that, three had picked their orbs, one had digested it.
She couldn't help but to divulge a slight smirk at the character who in plain English was crazy. She didn't know how else to describe him, maybe daffy...like Daffy Duck like. Yeah she could picture him hitting himself on the head and hopping off the walls making funny noises. She felt her binds being cut and brought her hands to her front and rubbed her wrists before getting to her feet. After watching the reactions of the ones that stepped forward before her, she couldn't help but reflect on what if she didn't want to go forward and accept what someone else said was hers to begin with. No it wasn't doubt that made her hesitant, it was something else. The question that went unanswered before...what is so special about me.
After the younger looking boy had voiced the question of if what he just saw really happened, curiosity mixed with what the hell got the best of her. She stepped up to the orbs, looking them over until she got to a blood red one. She could fell in within her, it called to a feeling of strength that was completely foreign to Angelique. She reached out but as she went to touch it and feeling of wanting to back up and run almost came over her. She finished the reach and her hand went to the orb.
She watched the vision that appeared with mixed feelings, one of the first was please don' that annoying and very rude person to actually be me.. It was the end that got to her, as if she was staring into a mirror a figure pulled a dagger and stab her in her side. She felt weak-kneed but didn't crumble to the ground. She was confused again, had she killed herself, why did her killer look exactly like her. Then the thought entered her head and manifested itself there in a space of a minute, twin. It was the only logical thing she could think at the moment. It meant one of two things to her, she had at once upon a time a sister and she had done something to make that sister so angry that she felt the only recourse was to kill her. She felt her last words come back for a second...
"I forgive you"
She had actually forgiven her sister, and after reflecting on that for a moment a small smile came to her face, quickly vanishing before it wrinkled the area under her nose. She deposited the orb into her hoodie pocket and turned to survey the others. Daffy was trying to make friends with another girl, which seemed to be annoying said person to no end. She wasn't to sure about the other two men, so she bypassed them just on a gut feeling. However she stopped on the one she could have sworn whispered she had been a mother. It seemed like the safest bet, but then again she looked about as introvert as Angelique was herself.
Could make for a boring time if no one had anything to say.
However she stepped back away from the other orbs so any others could come forward a walked silently toward the other woman, "Um, just thought I would introduce myself to someone, I am Angelique." She didn't know whether to put her hand out for a shake or bow, so she did the latter. She might have been living in Japan a little to long.
That was putting it in a mild manner for what Angelique was feeling right now, one minute she had been sleeping peacefully and the next someone hit her on the head, tied her up and force her into a darkness. Then there was strange man and woman, who spoke of warriors and the past, and death and orbs. She wanted at one point to put her hand up and ask a question but she couldn't because of the fact that they were tied behind her back. After the man and woman left the others were starting to get untied, and walked up to pick their orbs. Oh wait correct that, three had picked their orbs, one had digested it.
She couldn't help but to divulge a slight smirk at the character who in plain English was crazy. She didn't know how else to describe him, maybe daffy...like Daffy Duck like. Yeah she could picture him hitting himself on the head and hopping off the walls making funny noises. She felt her binds being cut and brought her hands to her front and rubbed her wrists before getting to her feet. After watching the reactions of the ones that stepped forward before her, she couldn't help but reflect on what if she didn't want to go forward and accept what someone else said was hers to begin with. No it wasn't doubt that made her hesitant, it was something else. The question that went unanswered before...what is so special about me.
After the younger looking boy had voiced the question of if what he just saw really happened, curiosity mixed with what the hell got the best of her. She stepped up to the orbs, looking them over until she got to a blood red one. She could fell in within her, it called to a feeling of strength that was completely foreign to Angelique. She reached out but as she went to touch it and feeling of wanting to back up and run almost came over her. She finished the reach and her hand went to the orb.
She watched the vision that appeared with mixed feelings, one of the first was please don' that annoying and very rude person to actually be me.. It was the end that got to her, as if she was staring into a mirror a figure pulled a dagger and stab her in her side. She felt weak-kneed but didn't crumble to the ground. She was confused again, had she killed herself, why did her killer look exactly like her. Then the thought entered her head and manifested itself there in a space of a minute, twin. It was the only logical thing she could think at the moment. It meant one of two things to her, she had at once upon a time a sister and she had done something to make that sister so angry that she felt the only recourse was to kill her. She felt her last words come back for a second...
"I forgive you"
She had actually forgiven her sister, and after reflecting on that for a moment a small smile came to her face, quickly vanishing before it wrinkled the area under her nose. She deposited the orb into her hoodie pocket and turned to survey the others. Daffy was trying to make friends with another girl, which seemed to be annoying said person to no end. She wasn't to sure about the other two men, so she bypassed them just on a gut feeling. However she stopped on the one she could have sworn whispered she had been a mother. It seemed like the safest bet, but then again she looked about as introvert as Angelique was herself.
Could make for a boring time if no one had anything to say.
However she stepped back away from the other orbs so any others could come forward a walked silently toward the other woman, "Um, just thought I would introduce myself to someone, I am Angelique." She didn't know whether to put her hand out for a shake or bow, so she did the latter. She might have been living in Japan a little to long.
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Jude had fallen to one knee after taking his orb, the object glowing dimly of a pale green, much like his own eye colour. With a grunt, he shook his head clear but, still felt like he had the after-taste of the poison still coating his tongue and throat.
''Going down in style huh...'' he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose with his finger as he stood up gradually. No books or interviews or anything explicit at all could have described that experience. Feeling, hearing, seeing and even thinking of what you had in your past life. In that swift moment right before your life ended....
It was incredible!
When Jude had removed his hand from his face, his eyes were luminous with intrigue. He placed the orb into the inside pocket of his jacket and adjusted his scarf. Only a faint smile showed on his face.
Slowly, he glanced around at the others who just had their experiences...They were so normal looking earlier..so helpless and clueless. Now, they had the face of someone who was enlightened. Whether they liked it or not. Of course, one would persume that no one in this room had wanted to recall the burden of their past lives, especially not their death. Jude was awfully curious about what the others had seen but, he was never the social type. He winced slightly when he heard the lunatical guy's neck crack like a popcorn maker.
Whatever happens, Jude knew who he WOULDN'T be choosing as his 'partner' in survival...His eyes wondered until he saw the man who had the orb the colour of midnight...The murky purply-black made Jude shiver slightly. He wondered whether the orbs' colours reflected the holders' soul...
''Going down in style huh...'' he muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose with his finger as he stood up gradually. No books or interviews or anything explicit at all could have described that experience. Feeling, hearing, seeing and even thinking of what you had in your past life. In that swift moment right before your life ended....
It was incredible!
When Jude had removed his hand from his face, his eyes were luminous with intrigue. He placed the orb into the inside pocket of his jacket and adjusted his scarf. Only a faint smile showed on his face.
Slowly, he glanced around at the others who just had their experiences...They were so normal looking earlier..so helpless and clueless. Now, they had the face of someone who was enlightened. Whether they liked it or not. Of course, one would persume that no one in this room had wanted to recall the burden of their past lives, especially not their death. Jude was awfully curious about what the others had seen but, he was never the social type. He winced slightly when he heard the lunatical guy's neck crack like a popcorn maker.
Whatever happens, Jude knew who he WOULDN'T be choosing as his 'partner' in survival...His eyes wondered until he saw the man who had the orb the colour of midnight...The murky purply-black made Jude shiver slightly. He wondered whether the orbs' colours reflected the holders' soul...
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Lucy's sweet smile faltered as the boy continued to stare at her. The center of attention was something the dancer was accustomed to being, especially when others found her mismatched eyed alarming, but this, even for her, was disturbing. It was difficult for her to tell if her words had registered inside the childish boy. Or even more so, she was convincing herself that he was a mute, a fool, a being not worth her time and energy. If she could not get something out of him, then she might as well leave him alone in his silly little world of madness. Lucy sighed unenthusiastically, annoyed at the time she had wasted in her attempt at friendly chatter. However, just as she was about to break the stare when she could no longer take it, a sickening crack sent a ripple through the air.
Lucy shuddered, repulsed by the action as the boy, who now reminded her more of a marionette than a child, seemed to bounce back into life. His idle chatter bored Lucy as she nodded her head understandably, finding the name all too perfect a fit. His words held no meaning for Lucy, and such she was annoyed to be in such a disappointment's path. "saaaaay...wannabefriends?"
Lucy gagged silently at the ridiculous idea of befriending such a disgrace to society. However, a simple smile spread upon her lips as she nodded and held out her hand. "I would love to," she purred, accompanied by a soft chuckle. Now this was something that could benefit the dancer. She suspected it would be rather easy to gain control of the marionette's strings for her own advantage, not to mention the entertainment he could supply her. But most of all, although she refused to admit this in the situation, something about Looney made her curious. Not curious, but, rather, frustrated. She was trapped inside the torment that she should be remembering something, but did not have the faintest idea of what the memory could be. This annoyed her greatly, fearing it could be a sign of losing control. Lucy shrugged this off, decided that eventually it would come to her. "Looney then, is it?" she said with a smile, eyes reflecting only kindness rather than manipulation. "I think we will become very good friends. Very good indeed," she said.
Lucy shuddered, repulsed by the action as the boy, who now reminded her more of a marionette than a child, seemed to bounce back into life. His idle chatter bored Lucy as she nodded her head understandably, finding the name all too perfect a fit. His words held no meaning for Lucy, and such she was annoyed to be in such a disappointment's path. "saaaaay...wannabefriends?"
Lucy gagged silently at the ridiculous idea of befriending such a disgrace to society. However, a simple smile spread upon her lips as she nodded and held out her hand. "I would love to," she purred, accompanied by a soft chuckle. Now this was something that could benefit the dancer. She suspected it would be rather easy to gain control of the marionette's strings for her own advantage, not to mention the entertainment he could supply her. But most of all, although she refused to admit this in the situation, something about Looney made her curious. Not curious, but, rather, frustrated. She was trapped inside the torment that she should be remembering something, but did not have the faintest idea of what the memory could be. This annoyed her greatly, fearing it could be a sign of losing control. Lucy shrugged this off, decided that eventually it would come to her. "Looney then, is it?" she said with a smile, eyes reflecting only kindness rather than manipulation. "I think we will become very good friends. Very good indeed," she said.
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Sorence waved Lassin's commet off when he watched the knight enter the head room. His elbows were propped up against a stone table, hands rubbing his golden-brown temples. Dark bags hung from underneath his eyelids that seemed invisible when he was talking to the civilians in the main room, his eyes showing dread and unhappiness to the entire group. An aura af stress emmited from his body, having Hal, Emile, and Sara keep their distance from him. Hal and Emile stood on his left a few feet away, both leaning against a stone collumn. Their faces were both painted with emotionless expressions, grey eyes staring at Lassin. Their tight, black body suits made them almost blend in with the shadows around the collumn, grey eyes being the only thing that are seen. On his right side, Sara stared only at Sorence with her caring purple eyes. Her pale hands were holding each other between her legs as her white dress almost made her seem like she is fighting the darkness.
Hands shifting from rubbing his temples to rubbing his red eyes. Releasing a heavy sigh, he mumbled to himself, "How did I ever become someone like this?"
"What did you say?" Asked Sara as she took several quick steps forward, resting her hands on his right shoulder. "I thought you said something about becoming someone."
Shoving her hand away, Sorence's eyes shot daggers towards Sara. When she tried to put them gingerly back, he then forcefully pushed her to falling. She let out a slight yelp when she hit the concrete floor. Not even hearing her yelp, Sorence picked up his stone chair, and swung it at the wall behind him, shattering it into pieces against the stone wall. His body was tense, muscles bulging from his neck and arms. He quickly went from huffing and puffing to silent and limp. He knelt on the floor, depression sinking in. He looked over to Sara who was standing now, eyes having a sorry expression for him.
"Hal... help me up please."
Hal quickly and stealthily walked over to Sorence, brought him up, wrapped Sorence's arm around his shoulder, propped him up against the cold stone table, then returned as quickly as he came to the shadows where his brother rested.
"Sara, I'm sorry. I'm just stressed out. As you all know, my actions to our guests out there is just a fake personality. I need them to believe that the person leading this organization is strong, able, and calm about the situation at hand. I'm just not!" Sorence exclaimed, slamming his fist against the side of the table where he was propped up against. "Why did Golian have to go and die?! My past self isn't ready for this job, and I'm not either! I was just tossed into this like these people are!" His eyes began to water. "These people seem more prepared and calm than I am!"
Sara slowly sat up on the table next to Sorence, saying to him, "Sorence, I know everything, and I know you are the best choice of leader out of all of us. You make rational decisions based on what is happening and your feelings for the situation. I am just too kind while Hal and Emile are just to brutal."
Wiping his eyes, Sorence then ran his hand through his spikey black hair, saying, "Thanks, but those are just words to fill the hole created by sorrow. I'll take them for now though."
Slapping the sides of his face, he put back on his false demeanor of strong and all knowing man. He turned to Lassin now, thrusting the palms of his hands on the stone table. "Lassin, although you are the Warrior of Mind, I am pretty sure this information hasn't crossed your complex mind before. Even if it has, I request that whatever you hear in this room is to be kept strictly confidential unless I tell you otherwise. As for learning of the corrupted of the group, I don't want you to sought them out. I say trust them." Sorence's eyes shifted around to make sure no one else was in the room. "I want to tell you all something that my past Warrior did that I'm not particullarly fond of. The one that murdered Golian was... my past self. I was the leader of the attack against the Temple. Right as soon as he shattered his orb, I permentely ended his life with a blow to his heart, impaling him with my two jambiyas. I was corrupted, but now I have made a resolution to make sure that no one but the true Warriors will touch the orbs. Therefore, I want to witness the new Warrior's actions before we make any rash choices."
Exhaling deeply, Sorence said, "Now, may your thoughts of me never change." Shifting his focus to Hal and Emile, he told the duo, "Open the other rooms in the hideout. The guests should have some feeling that we trust them. Make sure you highlight the weapon room. They need to understand how their past lifes used weapons. As for you Lassin, I want you to go out and mingle with the others since you will be working with them. If you have anything else to say, now would be the time to do so"
Hal and Emile both disappeared into the shadows, eyes completely vanishing from the collumn they were leaning on.
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Arches around the main room opened up except the head room's. Hal and Emile came from inside the weapon vault and stood as straight as a line in front of the weapon room. The two mute men couldn't talk even if they wanted to, so they just motioned to the room.
Sorence waved Lassin's commet off when he watched the knight enter the head room. His elbows were propped up against a stone table, hands rubbing his golden-brown temples. Dark bags hung from underneath his eyelids that seemed invisible when he was talking to the civilians in the main room, his eyes showing dread and unhappiness to the entire group. An aura af stress emmited from his body, having Hal, Emile, and Sara keep their distance from him. Hal and Emile stood on his left a few feet away, both leaning against a stone collumn. Their faces were both painted with emotionless expressions, grey eyes staring at Lassin. Their tight, black body suits made them almost blend in with the shadows around the collumn, grey eyes being the only thing that are seen. On his right side, Sara stared only at Sorence with her caring purple eyes. Her pale hands were holding each other between her legs as her white dress almost made her seem like she is fighting the darkness.
Hands shifting from rubbing his temples to rubbing his red eyes. Releasing a heavy sigh, he mumbled to himself, "How did I ever become someone like this?"
"What did you say?" Asked Sara as she took several quick steps forward, resting her hands on his right shoulder. "I thought you said something about becoming someone."
Shoving her hand away, Sorence's eyes shot daggers towards Sara. When she tried to put them gingerly back, he then forcefully pushed her to falling. She let out a slight yelp when she hit the concrete floor. Not even hearing her yelp, Sorence picked up his stone chair, and swung it at the wall behind him, shattering it into pieces against the stone wall. His body was tense, muscles bulging from his neck and arms. He quickly went from huffing and puffing to silent and limp. He knelt on the floor, depression sinking in. He looked over to Sara who was standing now, eyes having a sorry expression for him.
"Hal... help me up please."
Hal quickly and stealthily walked over to Sorence, brought him up, wrapped Sorence's arm around his shoulder, propped him up against the cold stone table, then returned as quickly as he came to the shadows where his brother rested.
"Sara, I'm sorry. I'm just stressed out. As you all know, my actions to our guests out there is just a fake personality. I need them to believe that the person leading this organization is strong, able, and calm about the situation at hand. I'm just not!" Sorence exclaimed, slamming his fist against the side of the table where he was propped up against. "Why did Golian have to go and die?! My past self isn't ready for this job, and I'm not either! I was just tossed into this like these people are!" His eyes began to water. "These people seem more prepared and calm than I am!"
Sara slowly sat up on the table next to Sorence, saying to him, "Sorence, I know everything, and I know you are the best choice of leader out of all of us. You make rational decisions based on what is happening and your feelings for the situation. I am just too kind while Hal and Emile are just to brutal."
Wiping his eyes, Sorence then ran his hand through his spikey black hair, saying, "Thanks, but those are just words to fill the hole created by sorrow. I'll take them for now though."
Slapping the sides of his face, he put back on his false demeanor of strong and all knowing man. He turned to Lassin now, thrusting the palms of his hands on the stone table. "Lassin, although you are the Warrior of Mind, I am pretty sure this information hasn't crossed your complex mind before. Even if it has, I request that whatever you hear in this room is to be kept strictly confidential unless I tell you otherwise. As for learning of the corrupted of the group, I don't want you to sought them out. I say trust them." Sorence's eyes shifted around to make sure no one else was in the room. "I want to tell you all something that my past Warrior did that I'm not particullarly fond of. The one that murdered Golian was... my past self. I was the leader of the attack against the Temple. Right as soon as he shattered his orb, I permentely ended his life with a blow to his heart, impaling him with my two jambiyas. I was corrupted, but now I have made a resolution to make sure that no one but the true Warriors will touch the orbs. Therefore, I want to witness the new Warrior's actions before we make any rash choices."
Exhaling deeply, Sorence said, "Now, may your thoughts of me never change." Shifting his focus to Hal and Emile, he told the duo, "Open the other rooms in the hideout. The guests should have some feeling that we trust them. Make sure you highlight the weapon room. They need to understand how their past lifes used weapons. As for you Lassin, I want you to go out and mingle with the others since you will be working with them. If you have anything else to say, now would be the time to do so"
Hal and Emile both disappeared into the shadows, eyes completely vanishing from the collumn they were leaning on.
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Arches around the main room opened up except the head room's. Hal and Emile came from inside the weapon vault and stood as straight as a line in front of the weapon room. The two mute men couldn't talk even if they wanted to, so they just motioned to the room.
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Laisin calmly watched what was happening right to the point where he dodged a stone chair going to his head that was not too far from him but he preferred to stay far away of a object going with a speed more than enough to kill him. The comment of Sara that she was too nice and Hall and Emile too ruthless and that was both true Hall and Emile were emotionless he wasn’t. Laisin observed in silence even after he obtained some valuable information but he wasn’t pleased about the ‘trust them’ part because the past him had never been trusted and the first failure was caused by trust but Sorence was a warrior and he a knight it wasn’t his place to judge him. “I do have a question but it requires no answer. Why do you tell me one of your most ruthless adversaries something that will guaranty to give you problems later?” It was a honest question he has always been a honest person just as his past self but Laisin was also someone only exceeded in coldness by the twins that literally couldn’t feel anything “But I still believe you to be a worthy leader so the question is largely pointless but I will give you some advise. One cannot lead alone trust Sara she may be the only one here including me to be nice person she will guide you.” He gave Sara a glance, intelligence wasn’t graded by how much you know but your ability to use this and he knew Sara was smarter than he was and he accepted it as his past self had done but there was a urge to just go and ask countless questions to her because she knew everything so she could answer every question. He walked out of the room a step every second and turned invisible. He stepped right behind a boy that was named Jude and said calmly “No they don’t it resembles the element that one resembles darkness Jude and green stands for mystic as you know but personality doe have a effect on the color.” Laisin turned invisible and it looked as if you had just blinked and he had moved there.” I’m Laisin a knight with the task to look over you trainees and my orb was a dull grey because I’m the mind and as I read you automatically you seem.” Laisin looked at Jude “Eccentric but intelligent just as D'Lark.” He always let people know they couldn’t lie or hide from his dark eye’s that read there thoughts, well he didn’t see them but much more he felt it and he could voice it to word or letters if he wanted too and he always did. The most common reaction was too fear him in every group he had always been the lonely one and he liked this no other people to distract him with ethics when he was busy doing his job but that fear was useful and most useful one the kind of person that thought allot and manipulated and as Laisin thought this he could feel the annoyance of Lucy as she was named but he ignored it and he had to keep up a permanent focus to keep out the mad guys thought Laisin knew what could happen and it ended in him slamming his head against the wall hoping to be become unconscious preferable sooner than later.
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Normally, if a person is surprised, they jump or make a noise of some kind...Jude just...straightened up like a soldier whose name was called on and turned stiffly to look at Laisin. He forced his thoughts of irritation to die down so the mindreader wouldn't get offended. Not because he wanted to be polite to such an intrusive person. He just wanted to avoid trouble so early in the game.
''....Thank you for enlightening me.'' Jude said quickly and walked right to the other side of the room. He really couldn't stand the aura that Laisin eminated.
''....Thank you for enlightening me.'' Jude said quickly and walked right to the other side of the room. He really couldn't stand the aura that Laisin eminated.
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"I think we will become very good friends. Very good indeed,"
"EEEEEHEEEHEHEHE" The high pitched whine Looney let out accompanied his apparent joy as he grabbed Lucy in a bear hug and started bouncing up and down with her. She wanted be friends! That made everything better, so much better for Looney. "Were going to have so much fun. We'll tell stories and have sleep overs and beat up mean people and make waffles," Looney continued to rapidly roll off all the things he and Lucy would apparently be free to do together now that they were 'friends' for several minutes without a pause for breath. "And then when we run up and down the stairs... say," He stopped for some reason, letting go of Lucy. He leaned forward, inspecting her face with a scrutinizing expression while cupping his chin in his hand. The serious contemplating expression he had was put off slightly by way the sleeves of his straight jacket covered both his arms and hands, once again making him look more childish when he was trying to be serious.
"Wasn't your eye brown earlier?" He asked. Looney wasn't put off by the mismatched eye color, there were plenty of other things to put him in an out of it state, granted most of them he just chalked up as part of his own raving insanity. What caught his attention though was the way Lucy's eye change from brown to red. That was the more interesting subject. His continued scrutiny yielded nothing to answer why her eye changed, so he simply gave up, leaning back and shrugging his shoulders.
"Oh well, I think it looks prettier this way." He said happily. Sincerity seeming to wash off his cheerful expression.
Then Looney saw Hal and Emile opened the weapons room. This prompted Looney to say the phrase that everyone would likely later remember as when the nightmare started.
"Oooh, Sharp pointy objects!"
Looney then sprinted inside the armory.
"EEEEEHEEEHEHEHE" The high pitched whine Looney let out accompanied his apparent joy as he grabbed Lucy in a bear hug and started bouncing up and down with her. She wanted be friends! That made everything better, so much better for Looney. "Were going to have so much fun. We'll tell stories and have sleep overs and beat up mean people and make waffles," Looney continued to rapidly roll off all the things he and Lucy would apparently be free to do together now that they were 'friends' for several minutes without a pause for breath. "And then when we run up and down the stairs... say," He stopped for some reason, letting go of Lucy. He leaned forward, inspecting her face with a scrutinizing expression while cupping his chin in his hand. The serious contemplating expression he had was put off slightly by way the sleeves of his straight jacket covered both his arms and hands, once again making him look more childish when he was trying to be serious.
"Wasn't your eye brown earlier?" He asked. Looney wasn't put off by the mismatched eye color, there were plenty of other things to put him in an out of it state, granted most of them he just chalked up as part of his own raving insanity. What caught his attention though was the way Lucy's eye change from brown to red. That was the more interesting subject. His continued scrutiny yielded nothing to answer why her eye changed, so he simply gave up, leaning back and shrugging his shoulders.
"Oh well, I think it looks prettier this way." He said happily. Sincerity seeming to wash off his cheerful expression.
Then Looney saw Hal and Emile opened the weapons room. This prompted Looney to say the phrase that everyone would likely later remember as when the nightmare started.
"Oooh, Sharp pointy objects!"
Looney then sprinted inside the armory.
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Lucy grimaced as Looney attacked her with emotions, disgusted by his carefree attitude and childish display. "Have sleep overs and beat up mean people and make waffles," Lucy's eyes widened slightly, unsure if she had heard him properly. Beat up mean people and make waffles? And what the hell could his fascination with stairs be?
Lucy tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but was surprised to find that her little marionette was much stronger than she first anticipated. This was a disappointing and slightly terrifying experience for her. And then, as quickly as it began, Looney stopped and stared into her eyes. For some reason, this disturbed Lucy even more so than the hug. It was as if his eyes were a pool of hidden knowledge, and she was afraid to see what she would find within them. At his comment about the color change, she nodded softly, unconsciously allowing her hand to drift to her face. He thought it looked prettier this way? Even from the only seconds of memories from Amellia, it was obvious that the eye colors had brought the girl much pain. Had anyone in her lifetime also believed them to be. . . pretty?
Her thoughts were broken by the chilling words she was not soon to forget. "Oooh, Sharp pointy objects!"
Lucy's eyes widened at this expression, watching in shock as the boy scampered away into the armory. Perhaps, if she was lucky, he would trip while carrying such sharp, pointy objects and save her the hassle of dealing with him for and longer. That would be pleasant, and convenient. Although, it would be disappointing to lose her toy so early in the game. Oh well, there were others. She sighed, bored and unsure what to do. All she knew was the she would stay the hell away from the armory while he was in there. The last thing she needed was to be tackled again while he held such object. Lucy's eyes wandered the room again, slender fingers twisting around her blonde hair similarly to a bored child. She watched as a black hair man blatantly avoided conversation from another. Lucy was amused by the display and decided to focus on that man for a while, he was difficult to read. As for the other man, she had the instinct to avoid him. Twisting her hair, Lucy painted a soft smile up her lips and approached Jude, ready for the challenge of seducing another ally. "This is an interesting predicament we are in, isn't it?" she asked calmly, her eyes intensely focused upon him. "It makes you wonder who's coming up with the rules, doesn't it?"
Lucy tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but was surprised to find that her little marionette was much stronger than she first anticipated. This was a disappointing and slightly terrifying experience for her. And then, as quickly as it began, Looney stopped and stared into her eyes. For some reason, this disturbed Lucy even more so than the hug. It was as if his eyes were a pool of hidden knowledge, and she was afraid to see what she would find within them. At his comment about the color change, she nodded softly, unconsciously allowing her hand to drift to her face. He thought it looked prettier this way? Even from the only seconds of memories from Amellia, it was obvious that the eye colors had brought the girl much pain. Had anyone in her lifetime also believed them to be. . . pretty?
Her thoughts were broken by the chilling words she was not soon to forget. "Oooh, Sharp pointy objects!"
Lucy's eyes widened at this expression, watching in shock as the boy scampered away into the armory. Perhaps, if she was lucky, he would trip while carrying such sharp, pointy objects and save her the hassle of dealing with him for and longer. That would be pleasant, and convenient. Although, it would be disappointing to lose her toy so early in the game. Oh well, there were others. She sighed, bored and unsure what to do. All she knew was the she would stay the hell away from the armory while he was in there. The last thing she needed was to be tackled again while he held such object. Lucy's eyes wandered the room again, slender fingers twisting around her blonde hair similarly to a bored child. She watched as a black hair man blatantly avoided conversation from another. Lucy was amused by the display and decided to focus on that man for a while, he was difficult to read. As for the other man, she had the instinct to avoid him. Twisting her hair, Lucy painted a soft smile up her lips and approached Jude, ready for the challenge of seducing another ally. "This is an interesting predicament we are in, isn't it?" she asked calmly, her eyes intensely focused upon him. "It makes you wonder who's coming up with the rules, doesn't it?"
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Any greeting that Morrigan would give her was interrupted by the sinister squeal that Daffy just exhaled....oh geeze.
The opening of the weapons room held no interest to Angelique, but as seeing that going elsewhere wasn't an option just yet she walked past Lucy and Jude and followed Looney with much less enthusiasm. Of course being in a room with those sharp-pointy things and a raging lunatic sounded like a death wish, but it seemed to not bother Angelique at all. She stopped just inside the door, trying to glimpse the two who had opened it. It seemed they had completely melted into the walls, and that thought made her somewhat shiver. She couldn't quite figure it out, but then again she couldn't quite figure out the whole situation. She didn't want an explanation (well one that more sense then what was already given), she just wanted to know the expectations.
All she needed were the goals and what those goals would in the end bring about.
She shook her head, moved farther into the weapons room and try to stay on the opposite side away from Daffy. What exactly was suppose to happen, was some voice going to come down and point out a past weapon or something like that. She tried to remember the earlier vision, but she couldn't make out any weapon in what she saw. Her hand went to her pocket and she sled her finger against the orb.
Ok magical orb thingy...do something
The opening of the weapons room held no interest to Angelique, but as seeing that going elsewhere wasn't an option just yet she walked past Lucy and Jude and followed Looney with much less enthusiasm. Of course being in a room with those sharp-pointy things and a raging lunatic sounded like a death wish, but it seemed to not bother Angelique at all. She stopped just inside the door, trying to glimpse the two who had opened it. It seemed they had completely melted into the walls, and that thought made her somewhat shiver. She couldn't quite figure it out, but then again she couldn't quite figure out the whole situation. She didn't want an explanation (well one that more sense then what was already given), she just wanted to know the expectations.
All she needed were the goals and what those goals would in the end bring about.
She shook her head, moved farther into the weapons room and try to stay on the opposite side away from Daffy. What exactly was suppose to happen, was some voice going to come down and point out a past weapon or something like that. She tried to remember the earlier vision, but she couldn't make out any weapon in what she saw. Her hand went to her pocket and she sled her finger against the orb.
Ok magical orb thingy...do something
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Laisin
He watched the boy say the words that seemed mocking and wile Laisin was a person that you could insult for days without a aggressive reaction the thoughts of irritation or more the thoughts to suppress the thoughts of irritation were amusing because he tried what every body always tried cover up thought with more thoughts about it. He watched Jude walk away and turned away too walking into the weapon room after all he couldn’t have the boy that he didn’t know the name of because reading insane people wasn’t a good idea wasn’t going to mess up by making a mess of himself physically Laisin had always loved how clean the room was blood everywhere would mess it up, instead he turned around to see Angelique because her idea that a orb would help her remember was fairly stupid and he was going to correct it and of course assist her even if people like Jude and 90 percent of the population couldn’t take the fact he read every desire and wish that existed in there greedy little minds. “Angelique Morrow your orb serves the purpose to give you your memory back it doesn’t do more than that you have to remember it can’t point you to it only you can. Also I believe your past self to be a skilled bow user. My name is Laisin a knight tasked to look over people such as you, also do think of the fact I’m the warrior of the mind and I can read your thoughts and it’s impossible to hide them or stop me from doing it because I can hardly block people the presence of people such as him.” Laisin pointed to Looney in a discrete manner so that the boy wouldn’t see it as a few words of the boy would be enough to make Laisin groan “Is like having him talking to me the entire time wile I’m trying to ignore him.” He watched her with his normal unsettling stare that was a clear sign of his normally unsocial behavior.
He watched the boy say the words that seemed mocking and wile Laisin was a person that you could insult for days without a aggressive reaction the thoughts of irritation or more the thoughts to suppress the thoughts of irritation were amusing because he tried what every body always tried cover up thought with more thoughts about it. He watched Jude walk away and turned away too walking into the weapon room after all he couldn’t have the boy that he didn’t know the name of because reading insane people wasn’t a good idea wasn’t going to mess up by making a mess of himself physically Laisin had always loved how clean the room was blood everywhere would mess it up, instead he turned around to see Angelique because her idea that a orb would help her remember was fairly stupid and he was going to correct it and of course assist her even if people like Jude and 90 percent of the population couldn’t take the fact he read every desire and wish that existed in there greedy little minds. “Angelique Morrow your orb serves the purpose to give you your memory back it doesn’t do more than that you have to remember it can’t point you to it only you can. Also I believe your past self to be a skilled bow user. My name is Laisin a knight tasked to look over people such as you, also do think of the fact I’m the warrior of the mind and I can read your thoughts and it’s impossible to hide them or stop me from doing it because I can hardly block people the presence of people such as him.” Laisin pointed to Looney in a discrete manner so that the boy wouldn’t see it as a few words of the boy would be enough to make Laisin groan “Is like having him talking to me the entire time wile I’m trying to ignore him.” He watched her with his normal unsettling stare that was a clear sign of his normally unsocial behavior.
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"Ah..um,my name is M-" The laugh from the lunatic boy had obviously distracted Angelique, causing Morrigan to immediately shut up. She was better off just blending into the wall in her opinion. Even though the Angelique girl seemed nice, she was sure that the other people in the room would be more interesting to the girl. Shrinking back slightly, she returned to her normal slouching position, her eyes almost permanently glued to the ground. "Just have to get through this",she murmured to herself, fingernails digging into her wristbands and her shoulders pulling in. Slowly, she began to walk into the weapons room, navigating through the use of the floor and the position of peoples feet. She managed to find a corner of the room that wasn't particularly near anyone. Folding her arms in front of her chest she allowed her ice blue orbs to move their attention from the stone floor up towards a small rack of knives. She didn't really mind weapons as long as they weren't needle based. The thought made her cringe as images of her mom putting down an animal that was on its last legs, the sad and pleading look in its eyes caused partly from the fear of death and the wanting to be released from the pain. Rubbing her eyes slightly, she forced back the slightly tingling sensation that signaled the onset of tears. No, she wouldn't cry. She was nineteen not seven. Focusing her vision back on the weapons, she began to unknowingly look for something.
At the very top of the rack sat a knife that seemed to be well used, the hilt made of an animal bone of some sort. Leather throngs wrapped around the base of the blade, helping to hold it in place. Reaching forward, she gently picked it up from its holder. Her large hand slowly wrapping around the base, it seemed to fit almost perfectly in her hand. She held it out and tested the weight, then, quick as lightning, she slashed forward. Her muscles moved smoothly, almost as if she had done this many a time before. A small gasp left her lips and she quickly dropped the blade. Her orb was tingling in the pocket of her shorts, almost as if it knew something that she did not. Something primal had tinged within her, like the feeling an animal has when it goes on a hunt."Th-that's strange",she stuttered under her breath. The dark haired girl hesitated slightly before bending down and picking the weapon up. There was definatley more to this past life thing then she thought.
At the very top of the rack sat a knife that seemed to be well used, the hilt made of an animal bone of some sort. Leather throngs wrapped around the base of the blade, helping to hold it in place. Reaching forward, she gently picked it up from its holder. Her large hand slowly wrapping around the base, it seemed to fit almost perfectly in her hand. She held it out and tested the weight, then, quick as lightning, she slashed forward. Her muscles moved smoothly, almost as if she had done this many a time before. A small gasp left her lips and she quickly dropped the blade. Her orb was tingling in the pocket of her shorts, almost as if it knew something that she did not. Something primal had tinged within her, like the feeling an animal has when it goes on a hunt."Th-that's strange",she stuttered under her breath. The dark haired girl hesitated slightly before bending down and picking the weapon up. There was definatley more to this past life thing then she thought.
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When the armory opened up Aireus hesitated at first when he saw Looney go in. "Oh hell no, I'm staying as far away from him as possible! Besides I have my own weapo-" Aireus put his hand on his belt, where his gun was holstered there was nothing there. "You have got to be kidding me! Whatever I can't do anything without weapons." Aireus sighed and walked into the armory, whilst keeping his distance from Looney. When he walked in he couldn't believe his eyes, weapons were everywhere! Guns, bows, staffs, katanas, swords, there were things in there that Aireus had never seen before.
Aireus fixed his eyes on a few guns but them remembered what the Dark Warrior was like. "A Giant Shuriken, Possible Kunais, and a kata-" he saw it, it was the sword that the shadow warrior used, well at the very least a replica of it. It was in the middle of all these other exotic looking weapons, but he knew it was the sword. He hesitated for a moment but he picked it up with both hands and slowly moved it off the weapon holder. As soon as he removed it the sword of the holster it got twenty times heavier and he couldn't keep holding it for much longer. "WHAT THE HELL HOW COULD THE SHADOW WARRIOR USE THIS WITH ONE HAND?!" Aireus screamed as he was now on his knee holding the sword up. Aireus examined the sword some more, he saw a slot right smack in the middle of the sword. Aireus slowly balanced the sword on his knee and took out the orb from his pocket. He pushed the orb into the sword, it wasn't a perfect fit but when he finally got it in there and as soon as the orb snapped into place the sword got lighter.
"Ah there...It's still heavy but I can manage." Aireus found the other weapons in the armory, he did a checklist in his head.
Super Heavy Sword, Check
Giant Shuriken, Check
Daggers, Check
Kunais, Check
Aireus fixed his eyes on a few guns but them remembered what the Dark Warrior was like. "A Giant Shuriken, Possible Kunais, and a kata-" he saw it, it was the sword that the shadow warrior used, well at the very least a replica of it. It was in the middle of all these other exotic looking weapons, but he knew it was the sword. He hesitated for a moment but he picked it up with both hands and slowly moved it off the weapon holder. As soon as he removed it the sword of the holster it got twenty times heavier and he couldn't keep holding it for much longer. "WHAT THE HELL HOW COULD THE SHADOW WARRIOR USE THIS WITH ONE HAND?!" Aireus screamed as he was now on his knee holding the sword up. Aireus examined the sword some more, he saw a slot right smack in the middle of the sword. Aireus slowly balanced the sword on his knee and took out the orb from his pocket. He pushed the orb into the sword, it wasn't a perfect fit but when he finally got it in there and as soon as the orb snapped into place the sword got lighter.
"Ah there...It's still heavy but I can manage." Aireus found the other weapons in the armory, he did a checklist in his head.
Super Heavy Sword, Check
Giant Shuriken, Check
Daggers, Check
Kunais, Check
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She didn't turn around at Laisin words, as it was that he sort of made her feel somewhat foolish. "Forgive my assumption," she said finally glancing at him with a stoic look on her face. She didn't say anything farther to the rest of what he said because she could understand what a pain it would be to hear what everyone was thinking.
She dreaded her own thoughts most of the time or lack thereof.
A bow, ok was all she thought as she looked at the weapon on the table. There were bows of all shapes and sizes, but nothing seemed right about them. In the back corner she noticed a dark cloth covering up a few weapons leaning against the wall. She went over and moved the cloth aside for a better look and then she saw it. The shaft was silver, etched with a design of a tiger along its length, next to it was an quiver full of red feathered arrows. She bent down and ran her finger down the length of the shaft and felt something stir within her heart. She hadn't thought her love of tigers as something she would connect to a past life it was just that she loved to look into the eyes of such fierce-some creatures and she felt a peace like they could read her thoughts and everything was ok.
During her worse foster homes she had carried a plush tiger with her to keep her company, it had been her saving grace during the fighting, drinking, and abuse. She had only been hit twice in her life, both in defense of a younger sibling. She called the police countless more, she hated anything that thought hurting something less defenseless was a good idea. Before Nona, her life hadn't been worth anything, and even thought it had taken some time, she had loved that old woman more then anything. She had finally found freedom, before she was kidnapped and thrown into this bizarre situation.
She picked up the bow and held it and something else caught her eye. It was a dagger, the blade looked like any other, but the hilt made Angelique pale. Was it completely possible that it was the same dagger that she had just seen protruding from her side just moments before. She looked at Laisin, but couldn't ask the question that had somehow stuck in her throat.
Her destruction was lying in front of her, so why was she so eager to go forth with whatever this was. She finally turned to Morrigan again, "I don't get it, what exactly is the point of these weapons."
She actually waiting for someone to make a bad pun out of her question. Maybe a bad rendition of Peter Piper...picking pointy projectiles or something like that.
She dreaded her own thoughts most of the time or lack thereof.
A bow, ok was all she thought as she looked at the weapon on the table. There were bows of all shapes and sizes, but nothing seemed right about them. In the back corner she noticed a dark cloth covering up a few weapons leaning against the wall. She went over and moved the cloth aside for a better look and then she saw it. The shaft was silver, etched with a design of a tiger along its length, next to it was an quiver full of red feathered arrows. She bent down and ran her finger down the length of the shaft and felt something stir within her heart. She hadn't thought her love of tigers as something she would connect to a past life it was just that she loved to look into the eyes of such fierce-some creatures and she felt a peace like they could read her thoughts and everything was ok.
During her worse foster homes she had carried a plush tiger with her to keep her company, it had been her saving grace during the fighting, drinking, and abuse. She had only been hit twice in her life, both in defense of a younger sibling. She called the police countless more, she hated anything that thought hurting something less defenseless was a good idea. Before Nona, her life hadn't been worth anything, and even thought it had taken some time, she had loved that old woman more then anything. She had finally found freedom, before she was kidnapped and thrown into this bizarre situation.
She picked up the bow and held it and something else caught her eye. It was a dagger, the blade looked like any other, but the hilt made Angelique pale. Was it completely possible that it was the same dagger that she had just seen protruding from her side just moments before. She looked at Laisin, but couldn't ask the question that had somehow stuck in her throat.
Her destruction was lying in front of her, so why was she so eager to go forth with whatever this was. She finally turned to Morrigan again, "I don't get it, what exactly is the point of these weapons."
She actually waiting for someone to make a bad pun out of her question. Maybe a bad rendition of Peter Piper...picking pointy projectiles or something like that.
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He looked at her and read her thoughts all the time, tigers were in his eye's nothing more than big stupid mountains of muscles but they were considered beautiful animals so he would let that go without criticism. As she found the dagger she went pale and looked over at him and he found out why, the irony that the dagger that had killed her was now in her own possession was fairly funny. She questioned the usage of weapons? Wasn't it clear that they where meant to cut down idiots and fools? "Killing people." He said it as calmly as you would say 'well it's a nice day' but he was someone that had in his past live killed more people than was proper for a warrior so it was completely normal for him. He looked over to Morrigan "Correct the weapons you have used in the past are the best choices as skill decreases over time there you will only have to train a little bit." He looked back to wall filled with weapons and studied them for a short period it always seemed a interesting room the armory because you could find every existing weapon expect most rifles and other guns but still he would go and fill the collection when he was a full warrior that was a thing on his list of to do.
He looked at her and read her thoughts all the time, tigers were in his eye's nothing more than big stupid mountains of muscles but they were considered beautiful animals so he would let that go without criticism. As she found the dagger she went pale and looked over at him and he found out why, the irony that the dagger that had killed her was now in her own possession was fairly funny. She questioned the usage of weapons? Wasn't it clear that they where meant to cut down idiots and fools? "Killing people." He said it as calmly as you would say 'well it's a nice day' but he was someone that had in his past live killed more people than was proper for a warrior so it was completely normal for him. He looked over to Morrigan "Correct the weapons you have used in the past are the best choices as skill decreases over time there you will only have to train a little bit." He looked back to wall filled with weapons and studied them for a short period it always seemed a interesting room the armory because you could find every existing weapon expect most rifles and other guns but still he would go and fill the collection when he was a full warrior that was a thing on his list of to do.
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Morrigan's heart pained slightly at such a blunt description of a weapon. To her, a weapon only had as much blood on it as its wielder had. This blade felt.....familiar, as if she was reuniting with an old friend. The blade was evenly balanced even though it did appear coarse. Running her finger over the tip, she winced slightly as a bead of blood appeared against her skin. It definitely wasn't dull. Sticking her finger in her mouth she tried to stop the bleeding, a sharp copper taste layering across her tongue. Definitely more familiar than it should have been, almost as if she had actually hunted and ate like an animal before. Pulling it from her lips with a small 'pop' she soon turned her attention back to Angelique. Even though she usually didn't speak up that much, she felt as if she should say something to comfort her, holding the very blade you were killed with must have been shocking. "Even though that blade was used for your demise..",she murmured softly, nodding eye contact and nervously rubbing her thumb against the dagger's hilt,"Now you can use it to protect people against such a fate. A weapon is defined by the purpose of the wielder, not by the intent of the creator." Her tan cheeks held a small pink hue and she glanced up at Angelique for a brief moment, wanting to make sure she hadn't angered her.
"I-I'm Morrigan Lefay, I wasn't sure if you caught my name or not." She glanced over at the imposing man who quiet frankly scared her. "And thank you for the information, I was wondering why it seemed so familiar." She was half hiding behind Angelique, causing quite a comical sight. "Can you- I mean, would you happen to know more about our situation? Not that you should bother yourself by talking to me about it",she said quickly before ducking her head behind the other girls. She felt like an animal taken out of its natural habitat and thrust into one that was completely foreign to her, causing her to wonder partially if this was all a dream. As if she had been training to hard and was simply asleep on one of the chairs in the practice court.
"I-I'm Morrigan Lefay, I wasn't sure if you caught my name or not." She glanced over at the imposing man who quiet frankly scared her. "And thank you for the information, I was wondering why it seemed so familiar." She was half hiding behind Angelique, causing quite a comical sight. "Can you- I mean, would you happen to know more about our situation? Not that you should bother yourself by talking to me about it",she said quickly before ducking her head behind the other girls. She felt like an animal taken out of its natural habitat and thrust into one that was completely foreign to her, causing her to wonder partially if this was all a dream. As if she had been training to hard and was simply asleep on one of the chairs in the practice court.
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He looked to Morrigan with not the slightest sign of recension she was feeling uneasy "My name is Laisin, knight so I'm three times your rank and ask anything you want to know because I'm your mentor send to answer question and assist the people that believe to need me but if I must be honest then I would say your all either corrupted or weak or paranoia or in Loony's case insane." Laisin had a small contraction in his face as he said the last words, Laisin groaned to himself "You really don't want to know what I'm now hearing." Laisin groaned even harder and began to massage his temples "Just ask it and get my mind of his before I kill the guy." He focused back to his students or more the trainees.
He looked to Morrigan with not the slightest sign of recension she was feeling uneasy "My name is Laisin, knight so I'm three times your rank and ask anything you want to know because I'm your mentor send to answer question and assist the people that believe to need me but if I must be honest then I would say your all either corrupted or weak or paranoia or in Loony's case insane." Laisin had a small contraction in his face as he said the last words, Laisin groaned to himself "You really don't want to know what I'm now hearing." Laisin groaned even harder and began to massage his temples "Just ask it and get my mind of his before I kill the guy." He focused back to his students or more the trainees.
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When Laisin said "Just ask it and get my mind of his before I kill the guy." Looney seemed to vanish from the room. Everyone had been avoiding him so they probably missed on what he had been doing. Where he had been there now laid scattered sets of weapons, carelessly thrown aside like things out of a child's toy box, and the cloths he had been wearing from the asylum. When he slipped out exactly would be hard to say, as well as whether or not he had bothered to put on any other clothing before he left.
The only thing that was clear were the various sets of knives, a pair steel claws and wire were all missing from the wall, and the near empty box of smoke and flash grenades.
The only thing that was clear were the various sets of knives, a pair steel claws and wire were all missing from the wall, and the near empty box of smoke and flash grenades.
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Lucy smiled up to Jude, tapping him on the chest and winking her red eye. "I'll see you later, hun, okay?" she sad, flicking her golden hair over her shoulder and waving as she made her way into the armory. She sighed and put her hands on her hips, wondering where to begin. There were so many weapons, all which looked equally fun to try her hand at.
Lucy chewed her lip, rotating around the room to see what attracted her the most while rubbing her fingers against the smooth orb. "Which one, which one. . ." she muttered to herself, annoyed by the delay. Her eyes danced over the people of the room, her mind tinkering over the thought that Looney had disappeared. Two females seemed to be chatting with a male while another boy seemed to be absorbed in collecting his weapons. Such beautiful toys. . .
"This one has your scent."
Lucy's eyes widened at the strange voice, turning around in her tracks to find the source. It sounded small, strange, unnatural. "Who said that?" she asked, seeing that none of the others in the room had spoken.
"It's faded, but I'm sure your scent is on this one." The voice paused before shouting, "Hey, down here!" Lucy released a small screech as something ran over her foot. Looking down, she saw a rather large rat peering up at her with black, beady eyes. "That's better," the rat squeaked, climbing up the table leg and scrambling over the weapons piled upon it. "As I was saying, this one smells like you."
Lucy scowled while rubbing her temples. The rat itself didn't bother her, growing up in New York lead her to see a rat that could have eaten Tom himself. It's just that they usually didn't talk. "I've spent way too much time with Looney," she muttered. She sighed and pulled a pleasant smile on her face, wondering how insane she would sound to the others. "Now, what were you saying?" she asked, keeping her voice low to evade the others' ears. "Something has my scent?"
"Yup!" the rodent squeaked happily. "These," it said, crawling into the pile and snatching a few weapons with his teeth. "These are yours, I think."
Lucy looked down to the selection warily. Two daggers and a Kusarigama. She lifted the Kusarigama first, surprised by its weight and comfort. Its hilt was worn slightly and perfectly contorted to her hand as if years of training had made it hers. She smiled and tucked the weapon into her belt and moved on to the daggers. They each had leather straps to attack to her body. With her skimpy clothes, the only place to conceal their identity was tucked into her knee-high boots. Once again, it was a perfect fit. "Thanks, Jerry," she said, turning to return into the room.
"Wait, you forgot this!"
Lucy paused and glanced to the rat to see it holding a chain from its mouth. Carefully she picked it up, confused at its worth. It appeared a pendent of sorts, a large talon wrapping around empty air. She smirked and pulled out her orb, fitting it perfectly into the creature's grasp before slipping it around her neck. She chuckled and looked to the rat. "Thanks, now don't go getting yourself hurt. But before you go, why can i talk with you?"
The rat wrinkled his nose as if amused. "You are the warrior of summoning, an ally to my kind. If you need anything, we will come to assist you. My great-great-great-great-great-"
"Speed it up, Jerry," Lucy hissed.
"-Grandfather worked with your past life. You can call up all sorts of creatures."
Lucy huffed in satisfaction, curious as to the limits, or lack of, her powers had. "See ya later Jerry. Don't get too close to any cats," she chuckled, twisting the chain of the Kusarigama around her fingers as she headed back into the main hall.
Lucy chewed her lip, rotating around the room to see what attracted her the most while rubbing her fingers against the smooth orb. "Which one, which one. . ." she muttered to herself, annoyed by the delay. Her eyes danced over the people of the room, her mind tinkering over the thought that Looney had disappeared. Two females seemed to be chatting with a male while another boy seemed to be absorbed in collecting his weapons. Such beautiful toys. . .
"This one has your scent."
Lucy's eyes widened at the strange voice, turning around in her tracks to find the source. It sounded small, strange, unnatural. "Who said that?" she asked, seeing that none of the others in the room had spoken.
"It's faded, but I'm sure your scent is on this one." The voice paused before shouting, "Hey, down here!" Lucy released a small screech as something ran over her foot. Looking down, she saw a rather large rat peering up at her with black, beady eyes. "That's better," the rat squeaked, climbing up the table leg and scrambling over the weapons piled upon it. "As I was saying, this one smells like you."
Lucy scowled while rubbing her temples. The rat itself didn't bother her, growing up in New York lead her to see a rat that could have eaten Tom himself. It's just that they usually didn't talk. "I've spent way too much time with Looney," she muttered. She sighed and pulled a pleasant smile on her face, wondering how insane she would sound to the others. "Now, what were you saying?" she asked, keeping her voice low to evade the others' ears. "Something has my scent?"
"Yup!" the rodent squeaked happily. "These," it said, crawling into the pile and snatching a few weapons with his teeth. "These are yours, I think."
Lucy looked down to the selection warily. Two daggers and a Kusarigama. She lifted the Kusarigama first, surprised by its weight and comfort. Its hilt was worn slightly and perfectly contorted to her hand as if years of training had made it hers. She smiled and tucked the weapon into her belt and moved on to the daggers. They each had leather straps to attack to her body. With her skimpy clothes, the only place to conceal their identity was tucked into her knee-high boots. Once again, it was a perfect fit. "Thanks, Jerry," she said, turning to return into the room.
"Wait, you forgot this!"
Lucy paused and glanced to the rat to see it holding a chain from its mouth. Carefully she picked it up, confused at its worth. It appeared a pendent of sorts, a large talon wrapping around empty air. She smirked and pulled out her orb, fitting it perfectly into the creature's grasp before slipping it around her neck. She chuckled and looked to the rat. "Thanks, now don't go getting yourself hurt. But before you go, why can i talk with you?"
The rat wrinkled his nose as if amused. "You are the warrior of summoning, an ally to my kind. If you need anything, we will come to assist you. My great-great-great-great-great-"
"Speed it up, Jerry," Lucy hissed.
"-Grandfather worked with your past life. You can call up all sorts of creatures."
Lucy huffed in satisfaction, curious as to the limits, or lack of, her powers had. "See ya later Jerry. Don't get too close to any cats," she chuckled, twisting the chain of the Kusarigama around her fingers as she headed back into the main hall.
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Angelique Morrow
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Morrigan Lefay
"I am the spirit of every cub and the suffering of every beast. Now hear my roar."
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I don't have time for you...Boredom is the potent poison and I seek the ultimate cure for it.
Lucy Vex
Ultimate power? Sounds fun... But Shhhhhh. It's a secret.
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Warrior of Nature
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"The chance of corruption in this operation is too big to be assured of safety and success after we have retrieved the shards but no better opportunity has arisen so were stuck with gathering the shards."
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Oooooh, look at it! It's so small and cute and fluffy! I wanna hold it, and pet it, and hug itANDTHENSTABITVIOLENTLY and cuddle it and play with it and take it home with me!
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"The chance of corruption in this operation is too big to be assured of safety and success after we have retrieved the shards but no better opportunity has arisen so were stuck with gathering the shards."
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Warrior of Nature
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Oooooh, look at it! It's so small and cute and fluffy! I wanna hold it, and pet it, and hug itANDTHENSTABITVIOLENTLY and cuddle it and play with it and take it home with me!
Morrigan Lefay
"I am the spirit of every cub and the suffering of every beast. Now hear my roar."
Lucy Vex
Ultimate power? Sounds fun... But Shhhhhh. It's a secret.
Jude Lindow
I don't have time for you...Boredom is the potent poison and I seek the ultimate cure for it.
Angelique Morrow
the greatest strength comes from within
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Looney Ludachris
Oooooh, look at it! It's so small and cute and fluffy! I wanna hold it, and pet it, and hug itANDTHENSTABITVIOLENTLY and cuddle it and play with it and take it home with me!
Lucy Vex
Ultimate power? Sounds fun... But Shhhhhh. It's a secret.
Laisin
"The chance of corruption in this operation is too big to be assured of safety and success after we have retrieved the shards but no better opportunity has arisen so were stuck with gathering the shards."
Jude Lindow
I don't have time for you...Boredom is the potent poison and I seek the ultimate cure for it.
Angelique Morrow
the greatest strength comes from within
Morrigan Lefay
"I am the spirit of every cub and the suffering of every beast. Now hear my roar."
Elena Brian
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