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Jun 8, 10 at 10:04am ^re: The Chronicles
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With a sigh Malali, the Noctes-nymphaefelinus, turned away from the sight of the distant Proze monster and began towards the ship's cockpit, reachable from the dome in the centre. She could pull the failing aircraft away towards the large body of water near the city of Kazan, the confluence of the Volga and Kanzanka Rivers, and that way only people caught up in the flood damage would be killed as opposed to most of the city. "Hah," Firine laughed. "That's not the weason and you know it."
"If you hit the river at this speed," Firinar continued for his sister. "No-one will tell what caused the collision and by the time they can investigate, the ship will have destroyed itself. You'll be a ghost."
"True," Malali replied to them both. "However that's just a perk of my innate heroism. If I drain the last of the emergency energy into Baelria," Her suit. "I can go stop the Proze and maybe save half of that town it's headed to, then disappear with what's left of the energy. Not ideal but without a miracle it's the best I can do."
"What if you use the emergency energy for the ship?" Emote's voice called out behind her, Joy's high pitch sounding as cute as ever. Malali, the zombified version, turned to see Emote and Malali, the relatively normal version, holding hands and standing on the ship's edge. A blue smoke constantly trailed behind them as the goddess used a method she called Constant Teleportation in order to keep them both from flying off of the aircraft.
"Well, little girl, I might be able to save the city but it would leave the Proze to grow stronger and kill more people. It feeds off of all mass and energy and leaves nothing behind." The N-NF Malali explained. "If you can stop it, be my guest."
"Was it the giant bogey monster?!" Joy asked excitedly, turning to the Malali with whom she held hands. "Can we go fight it?! Please!"
"Can you really keep this ship from crashing?"
"If you take care of the Proze, I can take care of the ship."
"... fine. Emote, let's go." Both Emote and her version of Malali disappeared as the scientist watched from behind the visor of her suit in amusement.
"What the shit just happened?" Firine yelled from inside of the suit. The zombie smiled.
The suited scientist moved towards the cockpit of the failing ship once again as the Tyrnealylthian warrior and Deity of Emotions teleported in short bursts successively until they saw the trail of the Proze monster. Through the country grass and trees and roads was one long stretch of loose dirt, everything above having been devoured as the Proze slithered like a steroid induced power-slug towards the small town nearby. The two quickly followed the trail in the same, quick-stepping style they had found it and within the minute they were looking at the slimey monstrosity; within an even shorter time Emote was within it.
Relying on the goddess for travel had proven difficult for Malali in the past as she was prone to changing forms mid-journey. Whilst quick-stepping towards the Proze the same had happened, Joy turning to Love mid-air. Falling towards the monster itself Love kicked Malali as hard as she could, throwing her out of harm's way but meaning Emote herself soared directly into the creature's side. As she hit the oozing outside of the towering goo she was sucked in and ended up floating in the centre of it, having her skin slowly disintegrate and her blood and flesh absorbed into the creature.
"Malali," She began to call. Her natural power when in such a form was the ability to heal meaning she was regenerating what was being absorbed as quickly as it was being taken. "I know I'm not going to die or anything but this still hurts like hell." The Nightelf, having found her feet from the crash landing, ran ahead of the lumbering beast.
"I'll get you out of there." Malali shouted, running backwards. She tested a few spells, including a concentrated Syldrim spell on Emote's position, but most everything was absorbed. What was worse was now Love, someone who could constantly heal herself, was in the centre of the creature it had a perpetual source of food and thus was growing at an alarmingly fast rate. Seeing how the Proze reacted to the fire spell and knowing the town wasn't far ahead, the Nightelf exclaimed she had a plan before turning and sprinting away, praying Emote wouldn't change forms and be devoured.
Meanwhile inside the engine room of the falling aircraft the back-up power supply of red energy bounced around in its translucent, spherical prison. "You know if you do this you'll die, right?" Firinar asked hesitantly, not wanting to be scolded. His master merely smirked as her suit opened up, the helmet and arms retracting into shoulder, back and chest plates whilst the stomach and lower back sections dropped into low hanging metal shorts, the leg sections drawing up to the top of her thighs. The Noctes-nymphaefelinus stood wearing what looked like metal, robotic swimwear along with thick metallic gauntlets and boots. Her purple skin was covered in patches of blue fur and was in a horrid state of decay, pieces hanging off or missing whilst insects and parasites scurried and slithered through it.
"You speak such nonsense." Without the helmet filtering her voice it almost sounded like that of a posh Englishwoman. "I'm already dead." Nonchalantly she raised her arm and forced the back of her armoured fist through the spherical container before the backup red energy burst from its containment and hit her chest like a lightning bolt.
As the zombie-scientist dealt with the ship the hunter-warrior finished her trap, thanking her gods that the Humans she had to deal with didn't carry guns. In exchange for the life of a child whom she had taken hostage (with no intention to harm, of course) the people of the town agreed to help the 'alien', driving as much petrol as they could towards the outskirts of the town and dumping it where she wanted, along with the crates containing the rest of the requirements of her plan. After this the child was released and Malali told the people to return to their town and forget about her, the people escorted by the Firins to make sure there was no backstabbing. As they drove back the Proze moved closer towards the trap, growing ever bigger because of Emote within it.
Before long the monstrosity was moving over the gathering of petrol and Malali lit a flaming arrow before firing it directly into the goo, the flames forming with the gas which was forming with the Proze. "Great." Love yelled from within the fiery muck. "I'll just burn here then, shall I?"
"Sorry," Malali shouted back. "When it absorbs fire it's also burned by it, so this should keep it level." Now with a perpetual destroyer as well as a perpetual life source it wouldn't grow any bigger. Now, she just needed to-
"Even if it isn't growing," Emote once again called from within the beast. "It'll still devour the people of the tow-"
"Honey," The Nightelf interrupted as she cracked open the crates which she had retrieved as well as the petrol. "Shut the hell up and trust me." Taking handfuls of the small, ping pong sized balls inside she lobbed them at the creature. Slowly the Proze began to decrease in size, the poison which Malali threw being absorbed by it but to the opposite effect of normal mass. The decrease quickened before the living goo reached the crate itself, shrinking to the size of a car before devouring the rest of the poison and forming a small puddle on the ground which ate at itself before disappearing. Emote stood not far behind where the puddle had vanished, looking at the ground before looking to the Nightelf.
"I don't know if I've said this before," She began, running into her partner and pulling her into an embrace. "But you're amazing." Malali laughed, hugging her back before they both released.
"And you're sticky." They both looked at the trail of goo from the end of the Nightelf's hand to Emote's arm, goo which covered her in a thin layer. As she was about to reply both of them received a telepathic message from Firinar.
"You need to come see this, now." He stated before cutting the message off, both of them quickly running to the town in under a minute and hearing shouts and cries throughout. Some eyed them in suspicion, others ran in terror; as this was an emergency situation they both forewent subtlety in exchange for speed. Through the small streets of the out-of-the-way town they quickly found Firinar and Firine 'standing' atop their coiled chain like a snake, seeming to look through a shop window. Joining them both Malali and Emote heard and saw a large television set through the window showing the news with bright, bold headlines flying underneath a female reporter as she spoke. Outside of the open helicopter door behind the reporter the camera caught video of the city of Kazan buried beneath the remains of the ship the zombified Malali had promised to move.
"She..." Love began, mourning the losses of so many people because of this tragedy. "She failed."
"Actually, no." The posh, English sounding voice stated eloquently. Emote and Malali turned around to the zombified counterpart standing atop a nearby building. "I just took the energy and ran. I wasn't trying to save those people you know, I was trying to escape without being found. It was fortunate you came along so the blame could be passed on, isn't it?" She giggled. "By the way, since this whole name thing is making my brain hurt how about we call you Malali," She pointed to whom she was speaking of. "And me... Amadeth. I've always preferred our given name."
"I won't let you get away!" Malali screamed, drawing her bow and one of the few Caelzara she retrieved from her short time back in Lar. She spoke again furiously, through gritted teeth. "You'll die for this." Before she could engage her enemy Malali heard a man shout nearby. He was speaking in Russian, which to her was just another language used by the Humans of her world with a different name so she could still understand every word of what he said.
"My fiancé lived in Kazan!" His screams were both of anger and sorrow. "Your alien ship killed her! I'll *bleep*ing kill you!" Using a handgun he retained from his days in the army the man fired at the Nightelf, the bullets hitting her armour and taking the wind out of her but failing to penetrate. From atop the building a laugh echoed from the antagonist of the situation.
"I guess I'll see you around, sister." With the help of her robotic boots Amadeth leapt high into the air, pulling her projectile launcher from her back before firing downwards. A small capsule came out of the end before immediately opening and throwing a shockwave of energy at the Noctes-nymphaefelinus, launching her across the sky as if from a cannon as she maniacally laughed.
"Please, listen," Malali shouted to the man and the crowd with him in their own language. "I swear I didn't-" Cutting her off another bullet was fired, this one going towards her face but being deflected by an equally fast Firine before she and her brother began pushing their master back with their chain.
"Ssstop reasssoning with them and movvve!"
"She's right," Emote interjected. "We need to get out of here."
"But I need t-"
The escape of the small town was quick and easy though moving from city to city in order to return to Emote's own city proved much more challenging, as one would expect. Nonetheless they managed to return quicker than they thought they would, Danog bidding them both welcome and being ignored by a moody Malali as she went straight from the city gates to Emote's bedroom. With a deep sigh she fell back onto the bed, trying to fight tears as-... wait, did the bed just pop? She wiggled her back and more pops happened, the Nightelf once again sighing. "I know you're under there, Basis. Why did you cover Emote's bed with bubblewrap?" As Malali sat up Basis rolled out from underneath the bed before pushing himself to a stand.
"'cause it's fun." He replied, sitting on the bed and bouncing so it would pop some more.
"So why were you hiding under the bed?" She continued to ask, a question he didn't hesitate to answer.
"A few nights ago a heard Mally screaming in here. Since Emu took Mally to find robocop I thought I could sneak in here and hide then protect you in the night... then I got bored so I bubblewrapped the bed." He stopped, staring at Malali's face even though his face was pointed at the wall. "Mally looks sad. What's wrong?" She sighed again.
"An entire city died today and it was my fault." Her reply was blunt and cold, dripping with self-hatred.
"Harsh... Basis once kicked a raccoon because he thought it was a ball. Felt bad then, too." Malali looked at the child strangely before standing and walking away. "What?" He called after her. "It's kind of the same."
"My name is Amadeth, commonly called Malali. I am a renegade to Lar and a former ally of Earth. This message is for Korthir so make sure he gets it; I have broken free. I'm finally out of your pathetic galaxy and, thanks to your own ridiculous travel locks, you cannot do anything about it. Seriously, this universe is... eight million years behind us? More? Yet they have still mastered the art of breaking through the wall that took you the best part of three hundred years to build. Feeling like a bell-end yet? If not then let me break my second article of news. Your Deathknight, both of his forms, are dead. Dead, gone and never to return. Que Sera.
"Oh yes, I forgot to mention. Just in case you never do manage to find me again, which is a big possibility, kiss my furry, falling apart arse and tell your wife's ashes I give my regards. Have a snort and enjoy yourself, kid." Relaying orders through her mind, the suit she wore connected directly to her brain, she ejected the tiny disc onto which she recorded her message and tossed it into the air. The disc itself disappeared in a blue flash only to reappear in her previous universe. Taking a deep breath Amadeth looked out from atop the Eiffel tower holding a large bag of stolen marijuana in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other. "I think I'm going to like it here."
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Jun 8, 10 at 6:18pm ^re: The Chronicles
Zone ventured through the verdant forest, moving on all-fours. The grass was thick and untamed, all but totally concealing the tiny white-and-tan rodent. He was out in the fierce, free wild, far from man.
The trees were restless with the background ambiance of life; rustling, swaying, bird calls. Zone's prominent ears registered it all like dual satellite dishes, balancing off his poor visual scope of his surroundings as he listened. He had survived some far more threatening situations than this, but a natural predator wasn't going to stop to check his resume if it saw him and was hungry. The natural state of a rodent was completely undeluded awareness of their own vulnerability, which had proven useful in combat. He was never not ready to face a threat and do whatever he could to cope with it.
The hamster wasn't out here just to put himself at risk, of course. During the latest of those major threats he and Crysis had faced, he had found and subdued the second Heart Of Sin, the Heart Of War. Neither half of that had been at all easy, but he had managed it, and now possessed half the set. On top of that, it had followed the pattern of the first, a new ability emerging in his awareness after he acquired it. It had come sooner than the first time, perhaps because he had done it before, and he had set about understanding and harnessing it. That was why he was out here, in the wild.
Zone thought about the past, about everything he and his best friend had gone through to get this far. They were halfway to their goal now, and that was a big deal. Zone was psyched, and he knew he was already excitable to start with. It had been an intense journey so far, and whether you wanted to attribute it to fate or karma or a more grounded explanation, it seemed it was one bound to be marked by furious battles. They had only had a few, but it felt like so much. Zone felt that he knew battle now. He hadn't mastered it - such a thing probably wasn't possible - but he knew it personally, its heat, its pulse. He had not experienced anything he could truly call a war, but would bet that it was like battle, louder and upscaled. He felt he could say something on what war was.
Perhaps that was why this power had come to him more easily than the first. He related to it more.
Zone picked a more localised sound out from the surrounding bustle of the forest. He pushed back the thick green blades around him and peered up into a tree ahead. Half-concealed by the dense branches it perched in, a dark-feathered bird preened at its plumage, rustling the leaves around it in the process. Zone got a sense of the distance between himself and the avian, then concentrated.
What was war? Zone had heard it said war was death, but he didn't agree. As an experience, war wasn't death any more than a sentence was a full stop, a song its last note. Rather, war was anger and fear, it was violence and hostility. It was a state where one would fight to simply exist, and kill to prevail in a goal. That was Zone's view, and maybe the Heart's power confirmed that he was right, or perhaps the form each one took for him had been based on how he saw things. Whichever was the case, Zone tapped into that raw destructive intention, and unleashed it like a scream in his mind.
The bird burst from the tree in maddened alarm, taking to the skies frantically. Zone let out a breath in the same moment, sitting back as he absorbed the toll of using the Heart's power. It was slightly more taxing to use than Famine's ability, likely because it affected something besides him. He was getting used to it now, but wouldn't be satisfied until he could get it off at a combat-practical speed.
Zone looked around and listened to make sure he was still alone. Satisfied that he was, he started walking through the grass again. The Heart Of War's power was quite straightforward, which was to project that violent fury outwards like a telepathic cry. The effect of this on others was the same as having such an intention expressed conventionally, but undiluted by the mediums of words or body language, and the response was usually panic. It was, in the most literal sense, a weapon of terror.
The hamster realised it was quite a sinister-seeming power, but he was more practical-minded than that. Battle was a bloody and furious thing already, and just getting scared out of one's wits was a mild ordeal compared to the prospects of being maimed or killed. Zone had scanned his own brain activity at his base, and though magically-aided, the abilities he was gaining were clearly psionic in nature. Once he had figured out how to use it, he hadn't needed 'live targets' so much for practice, since this power relied far less on feedback than the last. Still, there were questions he needed to answer, like did solid matter block or disrupt it, or could it be channelled? He didn't feel any better trying it on animals than people, but to a creature of the wild, a fright being nothing but a fright was relatively speaking a relief, and if he tried it out in a city somewhere he could kick up a real fuss. It made sense, he knew, but the rodent still had the oddest feeling of being some kind of class traitor.
He also hadn't asked Crysis to accompany him for this one. The squirrel wouldn't make a fuss over it, Zone knew well, even though it was a slightly cruel activity. Crysis understood the necessity and trusted his friend to minimise the distress it caused as much as possible. But even so, asking him to tag along to do nothing but watch a vaguely unpleasant display seemed pointless, and Zone had left him running around the trees to his heart's content a little way back. It made perfect sense, but there were some other things Zone knew weren't so tidily laid out. He'd need to talk to Crysis soon.
What really caught him out was when the squirrel volunteered to be a test subject himself. The test subject, to be exact, so they wouldn't need any others. Zone had discovered he didn't have the heart to do it (no pun intended), and couldn't work out if that was a strength or a failing. Crysis later offered that it might help him practice handling the pressure of fights as well. Zone agreed then, but he pushed back trying it until he had gotten a solid handle on his power. That gave him a bit of time as well. It was clear his friend was taking a step forwards in their partnership, if he was willing to go that far for the both of them. Zone wanted to reciprocate that. He promised he would, and soon.
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Jun 12, 10 at 6:52pm ^re: The Chronicles
Chapter 1: SOMEBODY ELSE?
Alexis awoke with a start, a loud beeping noise interrupting her slumber. The laptop screen flashed up an icon, she had an e-mail. Stumbling over to the desk, she rubbed her eyes and stared blankly at the screen.
A phone number was there, and that was all. The sender was anonymous, and two words were underlined underneath the number.
Annoyed, she clicked the X in the corner; she had no time for spam mail. The message transferred into the ‘Junk mail’ slot and the window closed.
She got dressed into fresh clothes, the ones she fell asleep in smelled funny. Her eyes kept on straying towards the laptop screen, her mind flashing back to the unusual e-mail. No, don’t bother calling the number; she thought to herself, it’s probably just a prank number anyway.
Walking into the bathroom, she ran a comb through her hair and brushed her teeth, grinning at the mirror. Placing the toothbrush back in its holder, she heard another beeping sound. Another e-mail again? She hurried over to the laptop, and clicked on the flashing icon.
Her face screwed up in concentration, trying to read the tiny letters. At the end of the message, she gasped. No way! She let out a squeal of delight and grabbed the phone of its stand, furiously dialling the numbers. She glanced at the e-mail again, a wide smile spreading across her face.
My name is Matt, and I’m the one who sent the phone number earlier on. If you’d care to call it, I could gladly tell you all about a certain practice called… magic. I’m sure you know all about this already, but just in case you don’t, I’ve added the number again at the bottom. I live quite close by, but I’m not going to give you my address. Anyway, just call the number, and maybe we could meet up sometime.
The phone started to ring, the call connecting to this Matt person. Ring, ring ,ring, ri-
“Hello?” A mans deep voice answered, sounding serious.
“Erm…hello. Listen, I’m Alexis, you know, the person you sent the e-mail to?” Her voice was wary, cautious. She didn’t know whether or not this guy was good or bad, but she was really hoping that he was good anyway.
“Oh, it’s you! Sorry, I didn’t think that you would call so soon, give me a minute.” His voice filled with surprise, lightening up instantly. Alexis let out a sigh of relief. So far so good, at least he hasn’t threatened me yet. Sounds of movement and something dragging across the floor reached through the phone.
“Right now, obviously, you’re probably wondering who the hell I am, right? Well, I can’t tell you, not over the phone. Let’s meet somewhere, sharpish. I’m going to be on the bench in front of the Statue of Liberty, in New York. I know you’re a magician, so I’ll send a portal for you and we can meet each other.”
Alexis was astounded. New York? Statue of Liberty? Portal? Huh?
“Erm… Okay then. Listen… it’s going to be… safe there, right? I’ve got someone after me, I think.” Her mind flashed back to the night before, with the vampires and the man who tried to drag her back.
“Oh yeah, sure. Though I doubt they can get to you in the presence of two powerful magicians like us” He laughed, and then lowered his voice. “If it’s a problem, I could easily do a cloaking spell to cover us, or a strong protection spell.”
Alexis let out a small chuckle. “There’s no need for that.” She replied, “But… Oh never mind. Send it now, and I’ll meet you there. Thank you!”
“Okay, if you’re sure you’re going to be fine… I’ll send it now. Thanks for giving me a chance Alexis; I think we’re going to be great friends. Bye now.”
The phone went dead and Alexis stared at it for a moment. Another magician? She had spent years trying to find another of her race, and now she had! Well, he found her technically, but why?
Her thoughts broke as a loud humming noise filled the air, and a small portal flashed into existence on the floor. She couldn’t see what colour it was, it turning around so fast it was a blur. She gathered her stuff and shoved it into a gold bag, and stepped through it, sinking into the ground quite quickly.
She managed to catch a glimpse under her bed, where an abandoned slipper lazed. Oh, that’s where it went! She smiled at the thought of finding her favourite slipper, and sank under the floor, into a tunnel of flashing, multicoloured lights.
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Jun 13, 10 at 3:26am ^re: The Chronicles
The Second Basis
It had been but a day since Basis and Other had decided on escaping from the life of fighting and death that S-III had so haphazardly thrown them into. They had no money, food, water, and no promise of getting any of the three. It was odd; despite having almost nowhere to go, and that place even having a chance to kill him, he felt oddly at peace. Or, at least, Other was at peace. Basis had exhausted his mental capacity, so even as the child "slept" Other kept their feet moving. They had managed to make it as far as Chicago as they made their way north. Although they knew that Surge had been spotted here once or twice, they had no clues or leads other than their own thoughts and intuition. It wasn't much, granted, but it was something.
'This whole scenario should have happened much, much sooner,' Other pondered. 'Daku never cared about us, never cared about what we wanted. But Basis had always been insanely loyal to him because, while he didn't care about us, he did have what we wanted. But just having what we wanted wasn't good enough, was it? It was dangerous. He never cared about anything other than results.' Other walked with his chin in his hand, a usual thinking stance that he had mimicked long ago from S-III's scientists. If Basis was awake, there would be no doubt that Other wouldn't be able to have thoughts like this at all.
'But what is most curious is, why now? Basis has always been, as I said, loyal to Daku. Was it our brother, Quick Step, that caused this? He did flee from S-III at almost the first chance he had, and the things he said to us made perfect sense. Or was it Shell? She's been down this same road before, thinking of how she doesn't like this life.' His mind wandered back to the creations of Project Basis, which was built off of what he was. He was the oldest, the very beginning, Shell came after that, Quick Step would be the third, finally leading down to the youngest, I.Q., their ages spanning between 21 and 3.
Other was so caught up in his thoughts of their past, their 'family,' and their future that he barely noticed where he had been going. Somehow, he had managed to find his way into a large factory. The workers had gone home for the night, leaving row after empty row of glass and wood in endless racks. His training started kicking in, but he didn't panic. His mind started to try to figure out how he made it here from the bustling streets of Chicago. 'Streets, dead end, alley, alley, alley... Barricades.' Other cursed under his breath as he realized he was being lead along like a little toy soldier. Streets don't suddenly end, and alleys don't twist and turn as much as that one did. He conducted a quick survey of the area, realizing that something was up.
The massive amount of glass and wood around him did nothing to help his vision. Other quickly came to the conclusion that it was some sort of factory that made doors or tables. It wasn't an outlandish idea; if the kid had the power of sight he would have seen the large letters "Chicago Republic Windows and Doors" near the entrance that he came in. He seemed surrounded by them, so he figured that he must have entered the storage room instead of the factory area. Over in the corner was a small office with a computer and a printer, probably for inventory needs. 'They would expect me to leave from the way I came, I'll have to find another way out. Once again he cursed his carelessness; if he had Basis' temper he would surely have broke some glass by now.
But he didn't have too. From across the room the sound of a pane of glass shattering hit his ears like nails on a chalkboard. Wincing, he dove for cover behind the desk and cracked his knuckles. Adrenaline pumped through his body like no one's business and he was ready to act upon any of his fighting instincts. Another glass pane shattered, closer this time. Followed by the sound of wood splintering as if a heavy oak door was cracked in half like a child's toy. Other winced at both, but... 'Female form, identity unknown, over five feet, muscular, long hair.' His mind worked as fast as a computer to try to put a face to the body from memory.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are, little Basis. You haven't talked to your dear darling Shell in ages, don't you want to play?" There. With the sound of her voice he instantly perked up. His 'sister's,' Shell's, voice caused his mind to go into overdrive. 'Basis-002. Codename: Shell. Age: Fifteen years old. Height: Five foot three. Weight: 102 pounds. Power: Energy barriers. Threat Assessment: Massive.' The repetitive gathering of facts from his memory calmed him down a bit. He knew who he was dealing with, but that didn't make it any easier. Basis would have called out immediately, and she knew this, so- "Other, tell Basis to wake up so I can find you easier. Jeeze, you were always such a buzz kill." He could almost see her rolling her eyes at the statement.
She entered his vision. She walked slowly, deliberately, with her zai (multiple Sai, in this case, only two) tight in her hands. All of the Basis children sans I.Q. trained in old, outdated melee weapons, but with their respective powers they usually overcame foes with rifles and the like regularly. A fight between two of these children would be fierce. He watched her as she paused, listening to the world of glass around her. It was times like these that Other was glad he was the only one with a lack of sight and a world of hearing. But he knew that advantage wouldn't last very long; the others in Project Basis could see very, very well in the dark, something that would prevent him from being able to sneak around effectively.
He watched as she twirled her zai and grimaced. She was in prime form, he hadn't eaten since before their last mission. Not to mention his body was tired, though not exhausted, from travel and his mind weary. She knew he was in that room, she could out wait him. Giving a mental sigh, Other reached onto the desk and grabbed a heavy pyramidal paper weight. Once it was firmly in his grip, he tossed it off to the other side of the room, out of her line of sight. In the deathly quiet room, the paperweight hitting the linoleum floor and bouncing til it hit the wall sounded more like a piano falling onto concrete. Any human soldier that wasn't trained by S-III or didn't know of the unique functions of Basis' body would have chased after it immediately. Other wasn't that lucky, and he didn't really think he would have been.
Shell laughed, "Oh come on! I'm not an idiot like Quick Step, and I'm definitely not as gullible as the twerp. We both know that wouldn't have work-" In the matter of seconds Other scrambled over the table and lunged at Shell. The girl, who was too busy talking about how she wouldn't be tricked, was caught off guard. The two slide across the waxed floor until they came to a halt beneath one of the racks of windows. The first thing Other attempted to do was disarm Shell, but she quickly gained the upper hand. The two of them were suddenly separated by a glowing green wall that propelled him upwards into the glass and metal frames. Although the Crystamanthium staff under his shirt protected him from the metal, the glass shards that rained down on him were enough to slice his clothing and his neck, leaving him bleeding. Grabbing hold of one of the metal rods that held the windows up, he pulled and went flying off of the barrier. As soon as he landed he was assailed.
Shell had the height and weight advantage, being taller and having more muscle, but Basis was easily the stronger and faster of the two. This did not mean, however, that the fight would be easy. In his tired state his speed was equal to that of Shell, though her speed was still far greater than that of a normal human. Other blocked with the metal plating on his gloves as he backpedaled, the sound of Crystamanthium on Crystamanthium ringing out through the room as they both tried to find an opening to exploit. If he could somehow reach his staff from behind his back, this fight would be easier due to the range advantage. He suddenly found his back against another barrier and stumbled. Feinting with a right, the sai in Shell's left hand flicked out and cut him across the cheek. 'There,' Other thought, seeing an opening. Coming in from the left, Other's fist rose and connected with Shell's chin in a lethal uppercut. The strength behind the blow caused the girl to fly backwards into the air. Any normal human being would have had their jaw crushed in the connection, but Shell preformed a back flip mid-air with the help of another one of her barriers and landed on her feet again, rubbing her jaw with her wrist.
Unexpectedly, she grinned. "Heh, you must be worried if you're trying to hit me that hard. Worried that the big, bad Section Three will be after you and you won't have anywhere to hide?" Her slightly high pitched voice was whimsical, as though taunting him.
"If I had to wager a guess, I'm miles away from the Checkpoint and heading towards the last known location of S-III's biggest enemies. The fact that they sent you instead of an Evo means only one thing." His mind was going off in a thousand directions. He didn't bother wiping the blood that flowed freely from his face or the wounds on his neck from the glass. He had a sneaking suspicion that he would need to keep as much energy as he could for this fight.
"Oh? And what might that be, great and mighty leader?" Shell crossed her legs as she stood and put her arms behind her back. It was poor fighting form and both of them knew it, any adult would have taken the chance to attack her immediately. Once again Other was glad for inside knowledge.
"They want you to kill me. You have the tools that can hinder my movement, with the barriers, as well as the wit and strategy to keep me from unleashing my full aggression. If Basis was in control, he would have fallen by now. If Basis was awake, he would have fallen by now. Knowing you, you would have taken us back to base instead of kill us, but neither you nor Daku were hoping that I would be the one in control. Therefore, you know that you would have to kill me." He tried to make his responses lengthy, gaining back a little bit of strength with every passing word. He tired out too quickly after such a short scuffle.
Shell couldn't help but giggle. "Sure, that's the plan. But what are the odds that I'm going to kill you? Pah, I like Basis too much to kill you two." The zai twirled behind her back. Other watched carefully. "Besides, you're moving far too slowly, where's the fun in that?"
"And, as if I need to mention it, you're not acting like a killer. You're treating me the same way you would treat Basis. You're not aiming to kill even though you have been ordered to, you're-" Other was cut off as a sai sliced through the air towards his face. In an instant he reached up and knocked it aside, causing it to fly through a series of glass. The panes shattered and the collective sound caused Other to wince and backpedal once more, putting distance between the two of them as the thrown sai returned to Shell via another moving barrier.
The girl leapt forward at this moment of weakness, ears unaffected by the glass shattering. She arrived in front of Other as soon as he regained his bearings and sliced upwards, slicing through Other's shirt and harness but drawing minimal blood. She twirled her other sai, ready for a followup strike but Other's adrenaline kicked back into full gear. He smacked her hand, causing her to grip it in a manner that sliced through her own shirt as well and would have left a deep gash, but never touched her skin. If Other had the power of sight on his side, he would see that she didn't sustain damage because of an extremely formfitting layer of cloth under her clothes. Though surprised, he didn't show it, instead opting to followup with his own move and jamming an open palm into her solar plexus. Shell coughed, little spittles of blood landing neatly on Other's shoulder, but she didn't get forced away. She reached forward and landed a backhand across the boy's face, dislocating his nose and causing him to let out a small growl of pain. Realizing what this was becoming, Other welcomed it. Though he may be tiring he still had more force than her.
He countered with a headbutt to her nose, completely breaking it. Blood ran down from the now shattered protrusion but that didn't stop her. She didn't bother wiping either as she delivered a swift uppercut to the child. Although she couldn't strike as hard as Other could, her blow caused the lightweight to jump into the air a couple inches. Performing quickly, she ducked his grasp while he was still airborne, planted her hands on the ground and spun as her foot connected heavily to his stomach. He let out a gasp of breath as the wind was knocked out of him and he was sent flying into the pile of broken glass. He coughed up blood before he went into convulsions, his body trying to expel the blood that was filling his empty stomach. He tried to stand, hand on his stomach, but failed and collapsed onto the shards of glass again.
He watched as Shell walked over to him, a smirk on her face as she spit blood onto the floor and wiped her nose and mouth clean on her sleeve. She leaned down beside Other and took his hand in both of hers, smiling at the boy as he started losing consciousness. "Silly Other, you know we need you. I could never kill our leader. No matter what Daku says, I know you would never abandon us." Shell fell quiet for a moment, but since she knew time was short she didn't wait long. "There's rumors that Quick Step has been hanging around the mafia, the Chicago Mob. Look for a man named Dart. He's the kingpin, so to speak. A recluse, but I'm sure your diplomacy can get you what you're looking for. Quick can take you to Wisper from there. Do you understand?"
"I... Understand..." Other managed to say, though in a slow and fractured voice.
"Good. I'll meet you at Wisper's base. It's not long until I fly from S-III's coup, as well. We need you and Basis, we need our leader. So don't do anything stupid on the way there, okay? Cause then I'd really have to kill you. Now remember; find Dart, look for Quick, go to Wisper. Memorize it. Goodbye, Basis. And tell the other you, the younger you, that I miss him and we'll converse shortly."
With a quick, uncharacteristic hug and a kiss to the cheek from Shell, Other blacked out.
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Jun 19, 10 at 10:32pm ^re: The Chronicles
Dark Enough To Dream
Zone lay on his back, gazing up at the ceiling. It was late at night, and the lights in the base were almost completely subdued. Crysis was curled up next to him, silent in the comfortable dark. The hamster was having a tough time sleeping. Things had been crazy lately. Malali had enlisted their help in a huge battle to save Australia, or the world, or one or more universes; he hadn't gotten too clear a picture on that. With all the chaos, plus the enemy leader being called the Deathknight, they had hoped to discover one of the Hearts, but no such luck. That wasn't why Zone was having trouble sleeping, though. He gave peace and quiet one more try, but being passive wasn't his style.
"Crysis? Are you awake?" he asked in a half-whisper.
"A little..." came the reply after a moment, the squirrel uncurling to face him with a yawn. "What's up, can't you sleep?" he asked after stretching.
"Yeah, pretty much" Zone replied, sitting up. He tried to align his thoughts into some presentable order. This was going to come out awkwardly no matter what, he knew he wasn't good at this stuff.
Crysis read his unease through the gloom. He sat up too, showing willing attention. "We can talk about it, if you like?" he offered in an inviting tone. Zone smiled gratefully, and nodded.
"Yes please" he said, and drew a deep breath. He could be strong, and he could be brave. But in delicate things that required finesse not force, where trying harder could be worse, it was different, and if it meant a lot to him, a different kind of scary. He couldn't fight it. "I um, I worked something out about myself recently. I wanted to share it with you, cus I feel you deserve to know" he began.
The squirrel nodded. "I'm here, and listening. No hurry buddy" he encouraged gently, smiling back.
"Thank you" Zone said with feeling, and tried to figure out where to start. "You know... All the fights we've been in?" he asked, gazing at the ground.
"Yeah" Crysis supplied briefly, letting him continue.
Zone scratched at the floor between his hind paws. "And you know that we only get into one if it's unavoidable, when it's the only way forwards, right?" he added, turning to look sideways at Crysis.
The larger rodent met his eyes. "I do, yes" he replied with simple, earnest faithfulness. He gave an assuring smile, and Zone took solace in it for a couple of seconds, before figuring out the next part.
"The thing is, that's true but..." his eyes darted round, basically anywhere but his friend. Damn it, he was making too big a deal of this, he needed to just force it out. "I enjoy the fighting!" Zone blurted.
"Oh" Crysis said quietly, blinking. "Well, um, I uh..." he began, but he saw a need in his friend's eyes to finish now he'd started. He hushed up and nodded. Zone swallowed hard before going on.
"I'm fairly sure that's messed up of me, I'm not proud of it at all" he admitted, all of it coming out now that he had crested the peak and was going downhill. "I like the action, the intensity, the wild rush. I find it exhilarating, and... Fun" he glanced down guiltily. "I don't enjoy all of it, like the constant risk of dying, and I think I'm kinda a poor sport if it's not going our way. But far more than not, I love to go all out, and love winning. I'd be just lying to cover myself if I said otherwise..." he trailed off.
Crysis reached over slowly, and stroked his friend's side. "You were scared of telling me?" he asked with a sympathetic look. Zone nodded. Crysis smiled tenderly at him. "Zone, I trust you. I follow you because I trust you. Being honest with me isn't gonna make me trust you less. I trust you have good reasons, even if I don't know them. If you want to share them, then I'm still listening" he offered.
Zone blushed under his fur, flattered by the sheer simple empathy of his friend. "Uh, yeah, I do have a reason. I just, I didn't wanna rush it out with my confession, like I was pushing to be excused" he explained, stumbling a bit. He took a breath and gathered himself. ""The thing is, I don't just blindly enjoy it, I let myself knowingly. We go up against the odds every single time. We have to try so hard in every fight just for a chance of winning, plus one real mistake and it'll all be over" he clenched a fist as he spoke. "I think I'm strong, but that isn't something I can do while holding back. Enjoying the fighting's a part of myself, and I've gotta pour all of myself into trying to win, and survive. It's dark, but it lets me fight harder for all we're trying to achieve. I sometimes feel guilty later, but if we lost an important fight, or if one of us died cus I didn't give all I could..." he trailed off vulnerably.
Crysis shifted closer in the low light, nosing his downcast muzzle. "You said a worthy fight though. I remember you said we only fight if we need to. That's still true, right?" he asked.
Zone looked up, nodding hastily. "Yes! I like fighting, and when one happens I normally have a blast, but I've never started one because of that. There's always a good reason, like we should or have to, I promise" he vowed feelingly. "I know myself too well for that. But I'm not as innocent or good as you are. I've got to relish in the violence like a twisted freak to handle it" he spat self-loathingly.
Crysis giggled a little, and then tugged the surprised hamster forwards into a hug. "I'm able to fight by following your strength, Zone. I couldn't do it alone. I don't think I'm better any than you, and even if I was, we're better together than apart" he said while cuddling the smaller rodent to his front, curling his tail around his back. "Thank you for sharing all of this with me. If you want to know what I think..." he looked down at Zone, who nodded after a moment. Crysis smiled and continued. "I don't think any tool is truly inherently good or evil. I don't like fighting or weapons, or other things like that myself, but I know they can be used to protect people, and preserve peace, and for other good things. I don't think having a feeling, any feeling, is right or wrong either. I think it's what you do with it that counts..." Crysis paused. He wasn't a natural speech-giver, but he felt this was important to say. "If doctors can use knives and police can use guns and still be good people, I think you can too if you use your keenness for good things. And you do. You're trying to do so much good. You're not twisted, or a freak, you're just... You. And you're my best friend, Zone" the squirrel beamed.
Zone couldn't stop the smile from catching. His guilt and worries melted off under his friend's words, their faith and insight both going right to his heart. "Hehe, you said friend-zone then" he joked lightly.
"Well, it did sound like you were coming out to me at first" Crysis said with a coy grin. Zone snorted.
"Hey! Am I not good enough for you?" he protested, pushing the squirrel over and following him onto his back. They both laughed, and then yawned, and finally settled down to sleep, untroubled.
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Jul 8, 10 at 2:55pm ^re: The Chronicles
THE MAKING OF A WARRIOR
Not too far from the largest continent on the planet lay seven small islands on the ocean’s surface. Six of the smaller island surrounded the largest one, which had a volcano in the middle of it. The islands were all inhabitants of luscious forest. One of them had a small village of people living in the centre of it. The village was made of large mud huts, each one containing bedrooms and a living room. The people of the village were from the race of the Tyen, the last of their kind. There had been a war on this planet between the Tyen’s, the Human’s and the Cartaha. The Human’s tried to stay out of the war as much as they could, however the Cartaha had recently forced them to join and as result of it, this was what was left of the Tyen race.
“GET BACK HERE BOY!! YOU NEED YOUR BATH!” yelled out a woman’s voice, running through the forest chasing a young boy. She was about 5’5 tall with light green hair, flowing through the wind as she ran. Her face was screwed up as she was running pull pace after the boy. Her eyes were a darkish light green on the outside and got lighter as they reached the pupil, which was black. Her body was slim with slight curves and she wore loose low-cut white top and brown long pants, with a small hole on her left thigh. She was barefoot, allowing her to be silent, but this silence was broken from her shouting.
The boy in front of her was losing ground very fast, as his smaller legs could only move so fast. He had spiky blue hair that was a little bit scruffy, probably because he hadn’t taken a bath in days. He had dark blue eyes on the outside of his eyeball, which got lighter as it reached the pupil, which was white. He was about 5’2 tall and rather slender, but seemed to have some muscle build about him. He wore a thin light blue shirt and tattered shorts. He was barefoot but rather heavy footed compared to the woman behind him.
The boy looked towards a tree, which had limbs extending from it from about 3 meters high and onwards. As he ran underneath the tree he leaped up, kicked off the tree and grabbed the lowest limb. He then flipped himself up and stood on the limb he had just grabbed. The boy then looked at the next limb above his head; it was about 2 meters above his head. He looked down and towards the woman running towards him, then back up. He then proceeded to squat down as if readying himself to jump up to the next branch. As he did this the woman had reached the tree. She stopped and looked up, with a grin on her face now. She jumped at the same time the boy had. He just managed to grab the branch with his right hand, looking down as he had done so. The woman was gone.
“Up here kiddo. Now it’s time for your bath,” said the woman’s voice, but much smoother and softer than before.
“But I hate bath’s mum,” complained the boy, looking up. The woman was now standing on the branch the boy had grabbed, with her arms folded and a wide loving smile on her young face.
“Tomorrow will be your coming of age test. I expect you to both pass with flying colours, you hear me?” a man’s voice boomed through the living area of one of the huts. It was night time and the lights were on inside their home. They weren’t so much as lights, but large wooden torches hanging on the walls.
“Don’t pressure them Falnik, they’re going to do fine. You’re going to do fine boys,” said the soft voice of the woman earlier. She was standing next to the man, who was sitting on what appeared to be a stool. He was leaning over his knees, his face in the shadow with his back facing the light. It made it hard to see the man’s face. His hair was long and brown, and flowed down his back. He brought his hands up to his face and cusped them together so he rest his head on them.
“Tomorrow will be a new challenge for you two,” he said speaking to the two boys in front of him “You will face each other plus one more, and you will also face yourselves. It will reveal to you your weaknesses and your strengths...Clief; this will be especially difficult for you.”
“Yeah, oh great chosen one!” chuckled the one of the boys. He had features much like the boy next to him, but instead of blue hair and eyes, his were red, and he had a black pupil.
“That’s enough Loabin. Your task won’t be any easier than his, it will only be different,” stammered the man, now beginning to stand up “I want you to both go to bed now, you have an early day ahead of you.”
Both of the boys nodded and stood up, said their goodnights to their parents and went to their bedroom. They shared the same bedroom but one side was blue, the other red. Clief walked towards the blue side of the room, took off his shirt and dumped it on the ground; he then sat on his bed and watched his brother do the same.
“Do you really think it’ll be that difficult tomorrow?” asked Clief.
“With our talent and skill, I don’t think so brother. This will be all too easy,” smirked Loabin as he snuck into his bed.
“I hope your right Loabin, but somehow I don’t have that feeling of easiness,” thought Clief as he did the same thing. He rolled onto his left side, facing the wall and closed his eyes.
The sun had just begun to peak over the tops of the trees and let some light into the village. There was a crowd of people surrounding three boys. Two of them were Clief and Loabin, the other a new boy. He had green spiky hair, but it was much more radical than that of Clief and Loabin’s. His eyes were a dark green, which got lighter as they reached the middle, his pupils being black. His face was narrow and his cheekbones were high and defined. He stood at about 5’5 tall with a slim and slender body. His muscle mass was slightly more than that of Clief’s. He wore a thin green dark green shirt, with a low cut v collar. His pants were black and fit him tightly but freely. He wore combat boots.
“The age of thirteen is the age of when the young Tyen male develops his skills and abilities in one short year. This is the coming of age ceremony, where you will be tested if you can withstand the physical and mental rigours of what it takes to become a Tyen warrior. So far, there have been zero failures and one fatality. This year, we welcome Clief Blade, the son of Falnik Blade. The one with the chosen eyes of the Saviour Prophecy told to our young. We welcome Loabin Blade, also the son of Falnik Blade and the twin brother to Clief Blade. And we also welcome Zankin Starshid, the son of Gonag Starshid, whom we lost in the last Cartaha raid,” beamed the voice of the village elder.
The Boys looked at each other and nodded in acknowledgment. They then turned and looked back at the village elder and bowed their heads out of respect.
“The challenge as always will be a fight against yourself, in your own mind. It is a test for you to overcome each of your own greatest weaknesses; yourselves,” the elder spoke as he moved towards Zankin.
He now stood in front of him and placed his hand on his head. He mumbled something under his breath and Zankin collapsed to the floor. A look of shock came over both Clief and Loabin’s faces. They were confused as to what had just happened. Clief swallowed the saliva in his mouth as he stepped towards his twin brother. The elder placed his hand on Loabin’s head, as he had done to Zankin, and mumbled something under his breath. He also collapsed to the ground. The elder then began to walk towards Clief, who was now feeling nervous. The elder was now standing in front of him, staring into his dark misty eyes. He placed his hand firmly on Clief’s forehead.
“We expect a great deal from you young one,” whispered the elder “Deepen Awake.”
Clief felt his knees begin to buckle as he fell towards the ground. He closed his eyes and felt as though he had just been pulled through a vortex and to a different dimension. When he opened his eyes, he was on an empty landscape, with no colour and no objects. The ground was black and the sky was white. The only colour around was himself, and another figure in front of him that looked exactly like him.
This must be what the elder meant by fighting myself; my greatest weakness.
Clief withdrew his Crystal sword and took on a fighting stance. The copy of him did the same; it was as though he was looking straight through a mirror. Clief thought to test this theory by moving his sword a few inches to the right, and as he suspected, the copy imitated him exactly.
This is strange, he copies my timing even. It was as if I were actually looking into a mirror.
Clief then began to charge at his enemy and as expected, the copy began his charge as well. Clief took the offensive and attacked from the left, as did the copy and both attacks cancelled each other out. Clief then spun around on the rebound and attacked from the right, the copy also doing this and again cancelling each other’s attack. Every attack either of them attempted ended up the same way. Their fighting styles were the exact same, right down to the precision of their attacks.
I don’t get it, even when I try to do something different, he does it as well. I can’t even think outside my normal way of combat because this guy is doing the same thing as I am. What do I do?
Clief stopped attacking and back peddled a couple of metres, as did his opponent. He then relaxed and let his sword sag down towards the ground. He began to focus all of his energy into his sword, as it began to glow a light blue colour. After charging his sword up with his own energy he looked up toward his opponent, who had seemingly not done this.
This is an idea I’ve had for a little bit, but haven’t been able to try it. It seems my copy doesn’t even know about it. That’s good because now i have the upper edge on him.
“CRESCENT SLICE!” he yelled as he swung his sword once diagonally, once horizontally and once vertically, creating three crescent moon shaped energy waves toward his copy.
The copy appeared to take the attack on, prepared to meet its end. Clief turned around and began walking away, wondering how to leave this place. This was a mistake as the copy had imitated his attack sent his own three crescent energy waves towards him. Clief heard the yell of the attack name and turned around just in time to jump into the air to dodge the attack.
How do i beat him? I don’t understand what I’m supposed to do. Clearly i can’t beat him, we’re too identical
Clief landing on the ground and stood there facing his opponent, the copy doing the same. Neither of them moving now, each was waiting for the other to move. Clief’s noticed the copies finger twitch at the same time as his did.
That can’t be possible, surely he can't have the same twitch at the same time. Could this actually be a mirror?
Clief hesitantly lifted his sword up and watched as his copy did the same. This now confused Clief even more, as the possibility of his theory began to look like more than just a theory. Clief slowly sheathed his sword and took a step toward his copy.
“HHHHHEEEEEELLLLPPPP!!!!!!” screamed a voice from the sky.
What was that? It...it sounded like Loabin? How is that possible?
Clief was unaware that he had looked up and quickly looked back down towards his clone. He had noticed that his clone had not looked up as he had.
What in the world in going on?
The two of them began to walk towards each other until they were standing face to face.
“Who....who are you?” Clief asked the clone.
“We are one, however i am not you, and you are not i,” answered the clone.
“That makes no sense, and why didn’t you say something before we started to fight?”
“It makes perfect sense, you just have to figure it out. And in answer to your second question, I knew your first instinct would be to attack me, so i was merely defending myself.”
Clief looked at him, unable to understand what was going on. Who was this in front of him if he wasn’t a copy of himself. His entire theory was smashed to smithereens according to what this person had just told him.
I don’t understand. Let me think this through, from what i can gather, this is the inside of my mind. But if that’s so, i thought only myself and one other consciousness could be in here, and if that’s true then the only person this could be is...
“Duegan..?” Clief mumbled.
“So it would seem you have a brain after all,” the person replied with a relieved look on his face.
“We are one, but i am not you and you are not i. I understand what you mean now. Is that my test?” Clief asked, a little anxious to get of this place.
“Your test was to become one with your weapon spirit. I am the Crystal Dragon Duegan, the spirit of the Crystal sword. You have now acknowledged my being here, and you may now leave to the outer world. However, you will not be pleased with what you see. You’re in alien surroundings.”
Clief now with another look of confusion on his face was sucked back into a vortex before he could ask another question. When he opened his eyes he was indeed in alien surroundings. He was in a city, sitting on the side of the road.
What in the world is going on?
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Jul 9, 10 at 4:11pm ^re: The Chronicles
Malali stood next to her Dwarfen master, Gala, and looked out at the other representatives and their chosen champions. Those of Elinia's Crescendo, Heaven's Awakening, Broken Eden, Adine of Sitnalta and Alastor's Nemesis stood in the centre of the centre of their land, directly underneath Krad. With them were elders and council members representing each of the four races. Flugoc Negria, revered leader of the Orcs and respected master of negotiation, stood with both his old student and representative of Broken Eden, Xena, and with someone especially called in to help their task. The last of the Dragon Slayers.
Said Dragon Slayer was the centre of attention. Man, Elf and Dwarf claimed that every Dragon Slayer died with the rest of the dragons and thus questioned the existence of this person, the Orcs only not doing so because they all trusted their leader. Flugoc argued against their points until eventually they saw the Slayer's weapon and agreed to trust her. Some were still unconvinced and demanded she take off her helmet as a show of good faith, which she did. Underneath the helmet was the scarred and burnt visage of a battle-hardened warrior, her face red, scabbed and wounded and her hair either ripped or burnt out. She spoke of how she had retired as a Dragon Slayer a long time ago until a prophet found her and gave her her armour and weapon, the warhammer known as Eclipse. It was at that point the single working eye of the Dragon Slayer looked directly at Malali and she awoke.
The Nightelf knew not why this dream was recurring but she could feel there was a deeper reason than just resurfacing memories. The day she met the others of the dragon expedition had been haunting her. She vowed to find out why.
"Maitrey, Joy requests your presence." Malali walked through the open door of the maid's home then seemed to become enchanted by something within it. It was a few weeks after she had returned to the city, returned from her fights with Ion and Tetrath. She had spoke little of her time away, perhaps ashamed of herself, perhaps afraid of what Emote would think, so she simply tried to pretend the atrocities that had occurred during such times simply hadn't.
"Of course. May I have a few minutes or is it urgent?" The maid asked in a confused reply.
"There is no rush, she-... forgive me, what are those moving pictures?" She pointed to the box in the corner of the room.
"Oh, it's a television. Joy brought some for us so we could watch cartoons she had seen in her travels."
"What purpose does it serve?" The Nightelf was dumbfounded.
"Entertainment, we think. Right now I'm watching the news; they're doing a piece about Australia. A repairman came a few weeks before you first did and he fitted an aerial that allowed us access to most international channels."
"Right," Malali looked at her. "And I'm guessing this was a very short repair man, like a Dwarf, with white hair?"
"How did you know?" Before responding something on the television caught Malali's eye and she moved closer to it, listening to the Australian voice of the man it depicted.
"Well after the devastation I'm sure we're all just trying to do our bit to help." The man spoke into the camera with his name, job and location underneath him in a caption. "If I wasn't on holiday this would have killed me and my family too; if we can learn why it happened and prevent it from happening again, we'll sleep a little sounder I think."
"Finn Belias, Chief Researcher, Melbourne." Maitrey whispered, recognizing the name. "Didn't you say that one of the people you fought in Australia was Garm Belias?" She turned, seeing the Nightelf staring at the man intently.
"Garm Belias... yes. Inhabited by Nae'blis. Nae'blis... there's something about that name. Garm Belias found his gauntlets and that's how Nae'blis possessed him. That's what Arimus told us. Now, in Australia, in Melbourne no less, another Belias is digging for clues about The Deathknight... but they told me Darish destroyed everything there. Then again not even Ragnorak and Oblivion could break through the metal so... Nae'blis." Malali's face screwed up to show her anger.
"What is it?" Maitrey was beginning to get worried.
"Nae'blis is an acronym. N-A-E-apostrophe-B-L-I-S." She spelled out his name with her finger in the air as she did with her voice. "N' Belias." She spoke quietly, cursing herself for not seeing it before. "If his gauntlets were the same material as his armour there's a good chance they weren't destroyed but instead buried. The Firins didn't take his soul, simply damaged it, but he had so much power that he could have survived. I was too focussed on The Deathknight I didn't even remember him... and now another Belias has been drawn to him. I must go." Quickly she ran back to Emote's temple through the bustling city, a tall woman juggling torches not far from the temple entrance as a crowd watched and laughed. Malali ran passed the spectacle, running into Emote's bedroom.
"We're going back to Australia."
"Hey, I think I've got something." Finn Belias shouted and jumped excitedly only to look around and see no-one within a reasonable distance. "Great, take the bloody cameras off me and make everyone else go to a different dig site and I finally find something, sere-" He paused, looking at the metal below and kneeling, brushing dirt off of it. With his hand he grabbed a part of it and pulled it out of the ground, darkened dirt falling out of it. "A gauntlet? What the h-" Before he could finish he felt a sharp pain at the back of his head, knocking him unconscious.
"That was harsh." Joy giggled.
"But necessary." Malali and Emote had been tailing Finn Belias for two days now, certain he would come across Nae'blis' gauntlets sooner or later. After grabbing the first from Finn's hand as he fell the Nightelf reached down and felt the other, digging around it with her hand before pulling it free as well. "Basis has probably glued pins to the door handles already but we can get back before he redecorates the temple again." With a wide smile Joy grabbed Malali's arm, teleporting away.
After securing Nae'blis' gauntlets Malali and the Firins completed the enchanting of an underground prison within Emote's city. With everything they had learnt in the past few months they decided they'd need a strong cell in case a Duelist attacked the city directly and needed to be subdued and held, deciding it was the safest place to trap the trapped soul. The next day Basis spoke of his plans to return home to his own world and reminded Malali of her promise to go with him.
"Basis and Mally will return in a few days, a week maybe, 'kay a month... but Emu will see us again." The child merrily chimed.
"I will return in a few days." Malali interrupted. "Alone." Basis smirked.
"Keep telling yourself that. Now come on, use your freak-o-vision and find a hole." The freak-o-vision to which the child referred was believed to be a side effect to the exposure of energy from the void and from Arimus' machinery in Malali and Emote's time monitoring it whilst trying to find Duelists to join their war against The Deathknight. Now both the Nightelf and Deity could 'feel' the void around them when it was opened and, with enough concentration, they could actively find and anticipate holes in it. It required a lot of meditation to seek one out but it meant they would be able to travel between their world and that of Basis much easier meaning he'd happily go home on the promise of regular visits.
"We need to hurry before Emote changes forms." The both of them had meditated on it the prior day and, fortunately, found a way to the same place from which Basis was brought to them meaning he could confirm it was most likely his own world; if not than they would know when they were near to it but it was decided to be better than jumping there by removing his Stabilizer and not having a way back. "Let's get going."
Soon enough the three of them were standing near a tenement building before being taken to the top in two successive teleportations, Basis stumbling in disorientation as he wasn't used to travelling in such a way before demanding he be taken on a ride like that again. "Well," Joy merrily chimed. "Try it out." With a nod Basis looked around, familiar with the area, and then removed his Stabilizer, the necklace which kept him in the universe which he had no natural business being in. Exaggeratedly looking around he laughed, holding the necklace high and exclaiming himself as the master of the universe as he didn't disappear, meaning their theory held true.
"The Firins will help you defend the place until I'm back." Malali stated to Emote, taking the necklace from Basis and putting it around her own neck.
"I'm a goddess Mal'. I've fought against other Deities. I defeated an entire army whilst PMSing." She laughed, sitting on the waist high wall at the edge of the rooftop. "I can handle myself and my people, so stop worrying." The Nightelf nodded almost despondently at the goddess' words. The goddess herself continued sitting, waiting for a goodbye kiss or hug or anything of the sort; it never came, Malali seemingly distracted by other things. With a final reminder of their plan to return, Emote vanished in a trail of blue smoke.
"Hah," Basis laughed. "You showed her."
"Yup," The Nightelf replied agitatedly, turning from the smoke in the sky and back to the child. "Now lets get this over with."
Malali's visit to the universe in which Basis resided, and her meeting with his family (an organization of freedom fighters named Wisper), was surreal. Benny Meng, an old, Asian man, had a conversation with her without having to have her actually speak, Blitz (whom she had met during the war against The Deathknight) showed her a work in progress of his he liked to call his Grand Theatre and using his control of light in order to create the illusion that Malali was a Human she was able to join him, Ashley "Weaver" Morris and others for a shopping trip, something she found oddly calming in spite of her recent mood. The Nightelf spent the first night scouting the city, sleep not being as necessary for her as the rest of them, but on the second night she was truly worn out and welcomed the chance to rest amidst the chaos.
Knowing of Basis' friendliness with Malali, and his tendency to torture his friends whilst they slept with bowls of warm water and marker pens, Ashley offered to share her room with the Nightelf. Her fiancé, Wiliam Statler, obliged his partner's offer by sleeping in the common room to allow the guest space. Too tired to argue against it Malali thanked him before he left and spent the night talking with Ashley whilst indulging in one of her favourite pass-times: drinking. After what happened last time she drank with Anger, however, the Nightelf knew to take it slow.
As the night moved on and the drinks flowed Malali found herself comfortable enough to pry into Ashley's powers and why they called her Weaver. "I can make armour and 'weave' in special attributes to them. That's how I made Basis' armour. Shitting awesome, even if I do say so myself."
"Yeah but," Malali began to reply, already tipsy. "Can you make an armour which can shut him up?"
"Come on, I'll show you some of the others." And so she did. Ashley showed Malali her armour closet, which was basically a big room full of what she hadn't discarded. "This," She pointed towards a type of black leather/latex biker's outfit. "Is completely fire proof and can absorb impact energy and use that to produce shockwaves, so if someone were to crash their bike they would be protected by the fact they were being harmed." She turned in the hopes of seeing her guest impressed but instead saw her staring at something else. Malali glared in awe at a suit of armour standing on a classic, wooden cross mount. It appeared as a type of metal plate armour with a pure white colour and a dark, navy trim with an insignia of the same colour on the right breast; a dragon. "Ah," A half-way inebriated Ashley began. "That's what I like to call the Dragon Slayer armour."
"Where did you get this?" Malali asked, not taking her eyes off of it.
"I made it, like all the others." Weaver put her arm around the Nightelf as she explained, her movement somewhat shaky. "It's resistant to almost everything. I think it could stop a dragon, hence the name. Heavy as hell though; I don't know why I haven't got rid of it." She nonchalantly turned around as her guest continued glaring. "I'm going to get something I think you'll like; I'll be right back."
It hit Malali like a speeding train as she remembered her dream, remembered the Dragon Slayer of her dream. How she spoke of how she had retired as a Dragon Slayer a long time ago until a prophet found her and gave her her armour and weapon, the warhammer known as Eclipse... and how she was wearing this specific armour which was in front of Malali now, down to every small detail.
Considering her recent history with travelling between worlds and through time the absurd made itself known as the truth; Malali herself was that prophet. Reaching into the pocket of her own armour, Baelria (which she had neglected to remove even whilst shopping), she pulled out an extra Stabilizer which she had snatched from Arimus' base before it blew. Not quite certain of how it would work she put the necklace around the suit of armour's neck before holding onto its arm and pulling off her own Stabilizer, ripping both her and the suit back to the roof of the tenement building in her own world. Still half-tipsy she stumbled to the walkie-talkie they had left up there and with it asked Emote to get her, fortunate that Joy was the active form at the time and thus could teleport her and the armour back to her city.
"This is ridiculous."
"So you're not going to do it?"
"I have to."
"For god's sake Malali, don't you think that maybe, just maybe, this isn't all about you?!" Hatred was clearly angered, sad and confused. "Coincidences happen."
"Then explain the dream."
"It's just a memory of a day you've lived through."
"Over and over again."
"Fine... but why rush into this? If you're planning on travelling through time then you can wait a few stupid fucking weeks to prepare, can't you?"
"The weapon is in the Lower Circles. Time can't be manipulated down there. The few who have tested... well, if we changed it as much as we'd need we'd all be torn apart."
"Well if this happened so many years ago how do you plan on getting the weapon from these Lower Circles anyway?!" Hatred was shouting now.
"Time is different down there to up here. Some of the circles are many years ahead, others many years behind. The Firins saw it the last time they were there and know how long it is before the weapon will be destroyed. All I need to do is get it before then."
"Which is how long?"
"From now... ten days." Malali looked from her food up to Emote who stood near to her, fuming. The goddess said nothing else before turning and storming away, shaking the entire city with her angry stomping. "She does have a point." Malali stated aloud before taking in a spoonful of soup, shaking due to the quakes.
"About what?" Firinar asked, he and his sister fading into sight on either side of the Nightelf. They didn't like to be around when Hatred and Anger were in control; it made things too easy and ruined their fun.
"She's mad because I'm off running to do the bidding of a higher being again. After everything with The Deathknight I thought the gods would give me a break." She sighed with frustration, pushing her soup away and leaning back in her chair. "I finally start to relax and I'm pulled right back in. I thought I was done being a puppet."
"Welllcome to ourrr worrrld." Firine purred, giggling.
"She has a point." Firinar interrupted. "Why rush into it?"
"You said yourself, Eclipse will be destroyed in ten days. Without its power of the Sun and Moon the dragon campaign would have failed."
"Meaning we'd have all been killed by the dragon The Deathknight awoke, he'd have conquered Lar and you'd probably be his personal dungeon masters."
"I ssstill don't sssee the problemmm."
"Hold your tongue, lest I hold it for you."
"Fight later," Firinar's voice cut into the argument between his sister and master. "Since you need to get into the Lower Circles you'll need to arm yourself." Malali couldn't take the Firins to the Lower Circles after their last time there, the dragon energy of Kaavel would flash a huge spotlight on her for every demon to see, arrows would be useless (well, most of them) and her armour, Baelria, and even that of the Dragon Slayer would be ineffective against the dark weapons of Lar's underworld. She'd need an entirely new equipment set to work with.
"Fine. I know just where to start."
"It's not exactly what you had in mind, is it?" Nae'blis asked, his apparition standing in front of Malali. His gauntlets were chained to the wall in the single cell of Emote's enchanted, underground prison. "I mean, you can't even touch me."
"I don't need to touch you." Malali replied, looking through the ghostly visage and to the gauntlets. "I know without someone to possess you're nothing; you can either do as I wish or stay here to rot for eternity." Nae'blis laughed.
"You're a fool." He laughed again. "Would I believe you would actually let me go? Swear on your pride as a warrior, nay swear on your precious Moon Mother," He used information he had gained from his previous leader to mess with her head. "Swear on your dead family's souls, swear on Clafi-" Enraged Malali slashed Kaavel, her sword, at the spirit and he laughed again as it faded through him with no effect. "Lock me away. I'll wait until this city burns, and it will, and then another will find me and set me free." Smiling he sat near to his gauntlets, watching his captor walk away with anger. "I've waited longer. Time is relative in here, afterall."
"Well," Sheathing Kaavel the Nightelf pulled free her chained kama, the Firins, and dangled them high at her side. "I know how to make time go very slowly... and painfully. How does three days for breaking him sound?" She asked the two demons inside the weapons.
"Delightful." Firinar replied, his sister laughing in the background.
"No," A voice called from the door as Emote entered, Love in control. "Three days, Malali? That's ridiculous." She shouted with frustration. "I've heard what they do in their 'alone time'," That was to say mental and physical torture. "I will not condone such things whilst you're within my city, do you understand?!" The two stared at each other, almost as if one was about to attack the other. "I don't care how black these souls that they target are, if there is even a chance for change allowing what your pets do to them is not right and you know it."
"Maybe I do," She responded with anger and moved towards Emote, their noses practically touching. "And maybe I know without these pets and the deals we've made I would be dead and The Deathknight would be alive but maybe that's hard to see from so high on your throne," She then shouted. "Fortunately for you that's my burden to live with, not yours!" Literally throwing her out of the way Malali stormed from the room in an uncharacteristic tantrum, heavily stepping up the stairs and through the prison hallway and yelling out curses in her native language.
"It seems to be catching up with her." Nae'blis chuckled as Emote picked herself up off of the floor. "Soon she'll be like-" The goddess didn't reply, simply exiting the room and locking the door behind her elegantly as the prisoner stopped speaking and heartily laughed.
Malali stood atop the ruins of Arimus' base, looking through the broken remains in the hopes that she could find something useful to help her travel worlds once more. The last time she was there, when she destroyed it, she was under the impression she wouldn't need to intentionally do so again; how naiive.
"Ah, another scavenger." A familiar voice called. Malali turned to see Amadeth, the alternate version of herself. "I didn't think you'd find any of this stuff useful." She stood wearing her metallic suit in what Malali would later learn was called 'Gun Form'; heavy, purple, robotic shorts from the bottom of her waist to half way down her thighs, big purple boots covering her feet and up to just under her knees and a type of thick chest plate on her shoulders, chest and half way down her back, fists and fore-arms covered in thick gauntlets.
"Neither did I." The Nightelf, the normal one, replied. "I did mean what I said before, though." She drew her sword.
"Bitch please, you can sense the energy here. We won't fight. If you attack me I'll run, making it impossible for you to get Eclipse." Malali glared at Amadeth in confusion. "Oh come on, don't you get the whole parallel universe thing yet?"
"I kind of figured with all the other differences things wouldn't be so set in stone." She spoke through gritted teeth. The furred alternate laughed.
"I get it, ha, that was a good pun... wait, no it wasn't. Anyway the point is, you suck, I'm awesome, so I'm going to get you that portal you're looking for." The Nightelves scowled at each other, the smooth doing so in anger and the zombie doing so because she knew the other would and thought it to be funny.
"And what," Malali tried not to burst out in anger but still spoke with contempt. "Do you want in return?"
"How about a kiss?"
"How about a stab wound?"
"Fine, fine." Decayed hands were raised. "Really though, I just don't want existence to be wiped out if the paradoxical theories are true. I like existing, you know? It would be harder to get high if I didn't exist. Plus I'm hoping this will make amends for what happened."
"Why should I trust you?" Malali asked. The creature of the suit simply shrugged. They continued glaring at each other until the armoured scientist sighed and spoke.
"Before Earth and Lar began their war I used to travel between universes." Malali began to lower her weapon as Amadeth continued speaking. "When we weren't restricted to our own solar systems and could do so."
"Prove i-" Before the Nightelven eyes of the Tyrnealylthian warrior the zombified scientist disappeared from where she stood and re-appeared ten or so foot away before she began to speak again.
"If I combine what I know with what I find here I can make this portal. I swear it... on our grandfather." Both versions of the Nightelf stared at one and other again, one squinting with suspicion and anger and the other trying to seem as honest and genuine as possible.
'If this creature is anything like me,' Malali thought. 'Anything at all, she wouldn't swear on him so lightly.' Aside from the occasional eye twitch she stayed perfectly still, glaring at the creature before her.
"If not through me then who? I guarantee your plan of getting that demon on your side," She referred to Tetrath, whom the warrior was hoping she could lure into a trap and then force to help her. "Will only end with you being stuck in the Fifth Circle." Silence. Long, cold, awkward silence.
"You know where I'm going?"
"Fifth Circle of the Lower Circles, Heatran universe, Lar; as close to Eclipse as possible." Another silence before Malali spoke.
On the one hand she was a selfish bitch who'd kill to keep herself hidden. On the other, she really was her only way. "... prepare it for, and meet me, in nine days." With a small nod and sneers of disdain the two parted, one leaving to head back to her city in the mountains and the other remaining to finish her scavenging.
The clouds overhead looked ready to burst at any given moment, flashes of impotent thunder giving life to the otherwise dead night. Malali moved towards her target, a large factory building with the name Mr. Teaetie's Dry Rusting on the front of it. She hopped over the large fence around the factory, barbed wire barely scratching her armour, before silently and swiftly moving to the doors of the structure. Passing the armed guards who she had shot from afar, arrows in their head or chest, she entered the seemingly abandoned building.
"I'm just saying," A guard began, speaking to a fellow, on duty patrol-man. "It's not exactly subtle. We all go where we're told, so why does the name have to be an anagram?"
"Don't look for sense when it comes to Glados." The patrol-man responded. "The guy's a genius but he's a fruit." As they continued to walk and talk they passed a hidden Malali before walking down a set of stairs. With complete silence the Nightelf followed them, one hand always on her weapon in preparation. After her last run in with this organisation she had no idea what to expect. Advancing through the hidden facility with stealth Malali soon found out the purpose of the base; manipulating and warping gravitational force. Unfortunately their progress wasn't as great as she had hoped and anything she could take would be of minimal help at best. Deciding it wasn't worth the effort the Nightelf looked for a way to escape other than back through the way she came, finding a different, abandoned facility even further underground and finding something of use there.
At first it didn't appear to be useful at all but when she approached the motorbike Malali felt something and, when she touched it, she saw something akin to a vision. The potential it had flashed in front of her eyes. By the time the dead guards outside were found both she and the bike were gone.
Between trees Malali ducked and weaved, pulling up her weapon and aiming it before repeating the process, trying to get used to the weight and style of the plasma shard shotgun. She fired into the trees to observe splash damage patterns and observed how deep the bright, flashing, green metal charged by the plasma would bury itself, trying to understand the weapon in the hopes of one day using it. As she moved a familiar presence was felt and she turned, aiming the weapon into a tree and seeing a squirrel and hamster sitting up in the branches of it.
"Whoa," Zone called. Crysis was standing behind him nervous at the sight of a gun. "We'll give you our lunch money, don't shoot us." Not in the mood for humour Malali lowered the weapon with a serious expression.
"I didn't know you lived so close to India." She remarked.
"We don't. I guess that's inter-universal inhabitance laws of nature screwing up again." In spite of the hamster's trying Malali remained unimpressed, an uncomfortable silence invading the atmosphere before Zone spoke again. "So... what's that you've got?" The Nightelf held up the gun.
"A weapon. I don't know how it works aside from turning the blue cartridges into green shrapnel. I thi-" She stopped in the middle of her speech, seeing Zone almost salivating as he looked at it.
"That... I mean... Crysis, do me a favour." The hamster dumbfoundedly mumbled, his squirrel companion looking to him with concern. "Make sure I don-" And with that Zone fainted. Crysis held him up straight before lying him down on the large branch, checking his friend's vital signs before standing and turning to Malali.
"Sorry. He's, erm... excited." The squirrel nervously scratched behind his neck. There was another silence as the Nightelf thought for half a minute before speaking.
"At Arimus' base there was something called a turret. Do you think you two could make one for me? About the size of my chest?"
"You want to put a turret in your chest?" Crysis quickly asked in shock before realizing how silly he sounded and apologizing. "Sorry... I-I can't do much but Zone should be able to cook something up in three days or so if he puts together what we have... erm... I-" He was concerned about the usage of such a weapon, in all honesty. The squirrel knew the damage something like a gun turret could cause but didn't want to offend Malali, let alone a clearly aggravated Malali, so he let it slide.
"Good." The Nightelf set the gun she held down against the tree. "That will be your payment. In four days time on the dirt path forty or so metres north-west of here will be a bike. Get there in the morning, place the turret next to it and then get as far away from there as you can."
"Wait..." Zone began, slowly picking himself up. Maybe he recovered quickly or maybe he had only feigned unconsciousness, either way he looked at the weapon at the base of the tree, then to Malali. "You... you know those Inter-Universal Alliance guys, don't you? If you want to pay us then find out what they know about the Hearts. I'll happily build the turret for whatever they know." Truthfully the Nightelf wasn't in contact with the IUA. Arimus, her only link to them, was dead; as far as she knew their presence wasn't even in her universe anymore. Still, she knew someone who could dig for such information. They didn't need to know who.
"Consider it done." She replied, turning and walking away. "You can keep the gun, too. Just make sure you keep your end of the deal." The last part was almost spoken as a threat as Malali disappeared behind the trees.
"As the worlds will forever turn we shall forever find each other, inadvertently or by decision, and our weapons will clash."
"Greetings, Tetrath." Malali called out, walking through Emote's city.
"And I, to you." The demon replied, head bowed mockingly. He seemed in an oddly jovial mood perhaps happy that he knew Malali, a bitter enemy, needed something from him. Even for one such as he it was a feeling of empowerment. "Shall we continue our pleasantries or may I proceed to the point?"
"You may, after I warn you." Malali stepped forward, walking so her face was millimetres from the demon's shadowy mask. "This is my home now. These are my people. If you're wishing to clash weapons we shall go somewhere else."
"Pray tell, why would I allow such a courtesy?" Tetrath snidely replied, snickering under his veil.
"Because whilst inside our city limits they," She pointed upwards, towards Firinar and Firine who floated above them on their black cloud in physical form. "Are free to roam as guardians, as per our new contract. If you were to attack not only would you face me," Her voice began to express the full force of her rage. "And the goddess who rules here, not to mention the twenty or so guards who currently have rifles aimed at you, rifles that have been modified by my demons specifically to destroy dark beasts like you I might add, but you would also have to face both Firins without any lock on their power." She quietened, calmed. "I'm sure your demons could face them well enough but I should also warn you that there is more to our contract than an arrogant old bastard like you can imagine." There was a pause, neither Nightelf or demon moving until eventually Tetrath laughed darkly.
"I still question why I didn't kill you when I had the chance."
"And I, to you." Malali turned, walking a few paces before facing the demon again. "Now, you may proceed to your point."
"You have something that I want. I have something that you want." He replied. Malali slowly nodded and made a hand gesture implying he should continue. "A weapon with the pile of weapons you have in your bunker. I desire one of its components, an old, potent magical item. In return, I will open a portal to this demonic realm which you seek to enter."
"No deal." The Nightelf replied, much to Tetrath's surprise. "I know of how I will get there already. There is something else you can offer, however."
"Bitccch." Firine hissed above them.
"The Firins aren't allowed back to that realm," Again she gestured up towards them. "If they were ever to re-enter it they would be immediately hunted like animals by the full force of the demonic lords and they would surely die." From behind his shadow Tetrath looked up at the demons.
"What, you think we chose to never return there, to our blood and fire?" Firinar slowly and sarcastically asked, eyes squinted in self-pitying anger. "No, being under her contract was simply the less horrible of our few options."
"Since this is a demonic realm I'm heading into, I'll need replacements."
"Ssslut." Firine hissed again.
"From what I've seen of them, your two blades should do nicely."
"How long?" Tetrath immediately asked.
"How long is left?" Malali looked up.
"Whorrre!" As Firine continued shouting abuse at her master Firinar answered her question.
"Five days before Eclipse is destroyed."
"Eclipse?" Tetrath began, in slight shock. "The hammer of the Dragon Slayers?" He smirked, clearly amused. "And you're going to be the one to retrieve it? If it'll reinforce your false hope, you can have the blades, under the condition you allow me your Firins."
"Afraid to not have your weapons, End of All Things?" The Nightelf provoked.
"I'm afraid I'll need compensation when you die and don't return my own." He answered. Malali held her hand out in front of her and from above her the two Firins dropped, their cloud disappearing as they morphed back into their previous, kama form. Both demons landed in her single hand, their chain falling to the floor. Malali gripped them tightly, relaying her orders through spirit as Tetrath unsheathed Ragnorak and Oblivion, touching their tips in front of him and focussing his shadows on them, whispering powerful enchantments. Soon they were finished, throwing their weapons to the other and catching them with ease.
"After six days have passed the seal on them both will wear away," Tetrath stated, holding the two small kama in his monstrous hands and admiring how easily Malali seemed to handle the large swords now in her possession. "If they're not back with me by then your soul is free for them to take." Flicking his wrists the demon turned the small kama he held into huge, thick scythes, like those the Firins themselves had once wielded. Walking back Tetrath allowed his wings to come free and flew away, disappearing through a portal when high above the city.
"You know," Anger began, sitting atop a nearby building. She spoke without stopping to take a breath. "Some people would judge you two for having such ridiculously strong demons within your weapons when they aren't actually bound by much other than their fragile honour, and your erratic power, to not eviscerate you at the first available opportunity and then rape your soul into the next millennia."
"Yes," Malali replied dryly, looking at Ragnorak and Oblivion before up to Emote. "I'm glad you're not one of them." She raised the weapons before slashing the air in front of her and the two huge swords morphed in her hands, decreasing in size and bending into talwar-like scimitars, their serrations also decreasing in size but greatly increasing in quantity.
"Do you think he knows you manipulated him into coming here?" Anger asked in reply.
"Probably. He's not a fool; I guess he just honestly wants whatever it is within that weapon." Landing on the nearby ground Anger laughed, walking over to the Nightelf.
"We should totally go destroy it and then rub it in his stupid, eviler-than-thou, bastard face."
"..." Malali looked towards Emote, an eyebrow raised. "I think I liked you better when you were only trying to fight me." A pause. They both looked at Ragnorak, then Oblivion. "Go annoy Danog. I need to pay our prisoner a visit."
"What are you doing?" Nae'blis asked, annoyed.
"An old friend of mine... well, not friend but acquaintance... used to throw food at her prisoners to remind them of hunger." Malali stood not far from the gauntlets chained to the wall in the underground prison whilst throwing grapes at where her prisoner's apparition was standing. He was a soul so didn't need to eat and, since she wasn't insane, he knew what she was doing was mere provocation and wouldn't play into her foolishness. "Not in the mood, huh? Fine, I guess I'll just have to come in there." Without word Nae'blis watched as the Nightelf moved to his gauntlets and unchained them. Did she really think she could withstand, nay defeat, a possession? She had shown foolish pride in the past. If his new host would be this warrior he had no quarrels with it.
Malali put her hands into the gauntlets, falling backwards and unconscious as they tightened around her forearms.
Blinking she immediately awoke and slowly stumbled into a stand, seeing a forest at night around her. "Your mind is kind of bare." Nae'blis shouted, walking between the trees and looking around. The tint of the moons and the reflections from the strange plants gave the many trees and their leaves colours between purple and blue. "Or have I just driven everything else out? Or is it hiding? I haven't possessed one such as you for a long time. This shall prove fun."
"Actually, you were right the second time. I'm hiding it." Malali answered, following the warrior king with her eyes. He nodded as he walked, enjoying the cold embrace of the night.
"Then perhaps," He began to reply, running a hand through his hair to slick back the few loose strands. "I shall force it out of you." Extending a hand to his new avatar the warrior raised large metallic arms from the ground which grabbed her legs and arms and held her in place. Walking towards her he laughed, pulling his sword from his chest and holding it outwards. His eyes showed his thirst for control, his lust for power, and within a second it was taken away from him, the metal arms shattering and his sword being ripped from his hand by an invisible force and tossed deep into the trees.
"I've been possessed before," Malali stated, dropping her previously raised shoulders and looking into Nae'blis' face, delighting in his confusion. "And I don't take such things lightly. There will be ten minutes before I awaken. Enjoy them." Two monstrous and horrific roars came from deep within the forest and the sky changed colour, half of it being a dark amber and the other a cold grey-blue.
"No," Nae'blis whispered, recognizing Ragnorak and Oblivion from his past encounter. "They couldn't... how are th-" Before he could finish the dumbfounded possessor was grabbed by dark tendrils which came from out of the ground, much like those Tetrath used but with the colours of the two demons, mirroring the sky. He shouted an outraged curse before being dragged down into the ground.
Malali watched as the area sealed up and looked at it with peaceful contentedness, as if her foe hadn't just been torn through it. Calmly and slowly she sat and then lay on the soft ground, looking through the trees to the purple and blue moons with a sigh, ignoring the muffled screams and enraged cries from below. Nine minutes left.
After such time Malali blinkingly opened her eyes and slowly stood again, this time back in the prison of Emote's city. The gauntlets she wore had loosened their grip and fell off as she stood, the right one hitting the bowl of grapes that had landed on the floor and flinging the four left within it into the air. The Nightelf caught a couple and placed one in her mouth, savouring its sweetness as Nae'blis' apparition appeared in front of her again. He was on his hands and knees breathing deeply, his body appearing intact in spite of the torture that had just occurred.
"F-fine..." He whispered with viciousness, glaring at his captor. "I'll... do it..." With a nod Malali headed towards the entrance of the room, throwing a grape up and catching it in her mouth before locking the gauntlets in the cell behind her.
"You didn't have to do that for ten minutes." Emote, Love her form, stated. She stood not far from the door to the cell, a frown on her face. "He would have agreed after one. You tortured him for nothing."
"No," The Nightelf sneered. "He wouldn't have." Emote shook her head.
"What are you becoming?" She asked in reply. Ignoring the question Malali walked away, the Goddess looking back into the cell before doing the same. When out of the building she looked at the direction in which the former went before sighing and walking the opposite.
"Oh come on, why else would they do what they did to us?" Leo exclaimed, furry arms outstretched as he tried to reason with his friend.
"It's not the same thing." Kovu was beginning to get aggravated in all honesty, even if he was amused at first. It was hard to be sure when Leo was serious or not, even in such ridiculous circumstances.
"It is totally the same thing." As Kovu rolled his eyes the more immature of the walking pair continued. "If not to do that then why did they make us? We're just a small part of something bigger, I know it."
"I agree we're a small part of something bigger, and it's nice to hear those words from you, however I don-" Both of them stopped. They were walking through a forest off the beaten track, as it was the best way for them to stay out of sight, and found themselves dumbfounded at what they were looking at. It was a motorbike with a sign stabbed into the seat, a wooden sign which had the name Leo written eloquently and in big letters on it. The bike itself was like a super-bike but on steroids, something the two of them recognized immediately as a creation of their creators. It looked in poor shape but was easily salvageable and, with the promise of something shiny, Leo happily and recklessly ran straight at it. "Wait, it might be a trap!" Kovu called whilst running after his friend.
When they reached the beaten vehicle they found no trap, only a package on the ground next to it and a note taped next to the sign. With as much recklessness as in his approach to the vehicle Leo grabbed the note and read it before opening the package, his feline face smiling as wide as it could. Kovu took the note and read it himself. It listed a bunch of modifications Malali wanted to be done to the bike in exchange for the location of a Grey Matter Industries base she found whilst searching for other weapons, which was written at the bottom. Kovu looked from the note to the package and then to the bike. "Is... is this even possible?" Leo nodded excitedly, happy to have a new engineering challenge. "No, if you did that then the exhaust's power would be counter-acted too much." He pointed to the bike's rear.
"If what she says about Mr. Teaetie's Dry Rusting being a G.M.I. base is true," Leo stood, pointing to the bottom of the note where Malali wrote of such a location. "We can use the gravitational technology to fix the problem." Kovu stood in silent thought. He looked from the note to the smiling Leo then back to the bike.
"That... would work, yes. I stand corrected." Pulling the sign from the ruined bike seat and throwing it aside Leo passed the package on the ground to his ally who held it as they continued to their destination, Leo wheeling the bike alongside them. "I still disagree about us only being experiments so Glados can create ninja turtles, though."
After practising with her substitute weapons Malali had found few weaknesses in her form though something was troubling her; at the speed which she would be travelling there would no doubt be holes in her defences which she couldn't consciously cover. After much meditation a gathering of power made itself known to her, a gathering thinly veiled by what little of the void suppressed it, and with that as her focus the Nightelf moved to it as fast as she could, once again using Emote as a taxi service. Joy didn't hold the same feelings as Love about the apparent changes of Malali, all she knew was that she'd still play tag and tell funny stories; what more was there?
"So you're here because trying to kill me with the child wasn't enough?" Mortis Blackwraith, a vampire scientist of the most insanely genius yet polite levels, asked. "You've brought another young one to tag team against me?" He looked at Emote.
"What? No, I'm not just here to fight you." Malali replied, seemingly angered. Frustrated, actually, since she was hoping this could be settled without a fight; how naive. "I assume you sensed the power too?" Mortis stopped and looked around, the Nightelf doing the same, seeing only a large, empty field of grass edged by forest.
"No, nor do I now, aside from you and your..." He looked passed Malali to Emote again, who was in the middle of marrying two worms to one and other. "Acquaintance."
"Am I here?" The armoured scientist knelt down and dug his hand into the ground before pulling up a large type of gun. "I was testing the durability of certain materials against the elements in natural environments. Not for myself, mind you, but the governments of the world tend to give me a wide berth if I throw them off my scent with new toys every now and then." Malali fumed at his words before pacing from side to side, arms outstretched exxageratedly.
"No, they wouldn't steer me wrong. They answered me before, so maybe- that gun, I must be here for it. Give it to me."
Mortis sighed before shaking his head. "This gun is a part of my project. As a man of science I cannot simply hand it over." Slowly the Nightelf began to unsheathe her sword.
"The gods have guided me to it for a purpose higher than you can begin to imagine." She was furious. "I will take it, if I must." Again Mortis sighed. He held out his hand towards her and his suit, a living organism known as an alien symbiote, produced a large ball of black energy which swirled and pulsated in his palm.
"How about I give you this instead?" He asked, clearly aggravated as well. Malali held her sword half sheathed, looking at the ball as the vampire continued. "It'll grow to any form you will it and... well, you've seen its power." As he had said it, she had seen its power; the great and terrible things such a strange organism could grow to become were amazing. A hybrid creature genetically engineered from the DNA of a shape-shifting alien, morphed into a completely new being capable of using all forms of energy to take whatever form the conscious mind it was attached to willed.
"What's the catch?" Malali asked. 'Hey, here, have this symbiote with which you could become stronger and hunt me down once you've mastered it, then why don't I also bend over for you?' Yeah, right.
"The catch is if you ever try to use it against me I'll regain control and have it crush you." Mortis was getting more annoyed as he spoke, as much as his antagoniser was confused.
"Why... why just give it to me?" She asked in such a confusion. The vampire sneered, lowering his outstretched arm.
"I may be like you in many ways, Nightelf, but I understand there is more to this world than fighting." He looked towards the sky above, then the gun within his hand. "If you want to destroy everything you come across so be it. I like to think of myself as a little more civilized, however." With a weak throw Mortis tossed the symbiote ball and it landed not far in front of Malali, pulsating on the floor like a beating heart.
"You speak like I'm no different from a barbarian." Her reply was weak and hollow, as if protesting but agreeing at the same time.
"From where I look, Malali," As Mortis spoke large, black half-ovals appeared on his back, made by the symbiote which covered him. "I see no difference. Farewell." With a turn and small run the scientist flew away, large bursts of air and fire shooting out of the turbines on his back. Malali looked at her hands with a face screwed up in disgust. There was no reason to immediately provoke her would-be foe, no reason to draw her blade or threaten him, yet she did. Foregoing diplomacy and relying on aggression is how villains are born, the people she dedicated herself to fighting... so what could she do if she was becoming one?
Putting it to the back of her mind Malali walked towards the pulsating black mass and reached down to it, sensing how it felt cold and dead, broken from its consciousness. She reached down and touched it and the thick liquid wrapped itself around her hand before travelling up her arm like a rolling ball, stuck to the limb like how arachnids hold themselves to walls and ceilings. When it reached Malali's shoulder it produced a small scythe-like appendage which was spun into the back of her neck, digging into her skin above the top of her armour and connecting with the top of her spine, the entirety of the liquid ball seeming to be sucked in through this hole. Obvious discomfort was on the Nightelf's face but not pain, nor fear, as the symbiote travelled to her mind and connected itself to her. This creature couldn't survive without her if it was left in this field alone but she could survive without it; this made her comfortable in the fact it would do nothing to harm her.
Before long the connection was established and the symbiote spurted out of the cut in the back of Malali's neck like a fountain before taking the form of a cape, changing part of itself into Nightelven skin in order to heal the damage it had done. Stretching her neck from side to side Malali turned and walked over to Emote, who had been keeping herself busy and a safe distance away. "And I now pronounce you husband and wife!" The goddess exclaimed with glee, pushing two worms towards each other. "You may now start arguing about wall-paint colour and stop being so conscious of your weight."
After an interruption which scared the worm wedding underground, they returned to Emote's city.
"Really, Malali?" Emote shouted with fury. "Of all the scum-sucking retards you could have used for teleportation you choose the one who set us up and nearly blew up my city!"
"Actually," Amadeth interjected, voice as posh sounding as ever. She, Emote and Malali stood outside of the goddess' temple, a crowd having gathered to observe the situation. "I believe I saved it." Without turning her body Anger, Emote's controlling form, produced a fist made from her red energy and the middle finger of it stuck straight up, flipping the mad scientist off.
"She's my only chance of getting to the Fifth Circle, now drop it." Malali replied to Emote, walking away from the palace and alongside Amadeth.
"That bitch killed a city of people and pinned it on you, you fucking idiot. You can't trust her." Emote went ignored, both versions of Malali jumping up to a hovering, black aircraft which floated above the city; it appeared as a smaller version of the craft Amadeth's Deathknight used. Before long they were safely inside and it flew away, Malali's equipment already inside of the vehicle.
"Hit a rough patch with the other half?" Amadeth asked as they travelled. Malali ignored her. Soon they were at an edge of the Chapal Waddi, a Nigerian mountain. A long, black, tarmac runway trailed to the very edge of the mountain, a large supercomputer next to it with a see-through generator which was filled with colour changing energy. The ship landed next to the generator and computer, Malali exiting it as fast as she could and arming herself even faster. "You know," Amadeth began in provocation once more as she exited the vehicle herself. "We're not that different, you and I."
"I'm nothing like you." The Nightelf spat.
"Really? Ignoring the obvious, sister, you originally wanted to be a paladin."
"What does that have to do with this?"
"In your world a paladin is one who combines magic and weapon-play; best of both worlds. I am both a scientist and a soldier. The only difference between us in that respect is that I didn't fail, you see?"
"Fine." Her agreement was purely out of a need not to rip her face off, though something within her sub-conscious forced her to speak again before she could realize how bad of an idea it was. "How else?"
"We're both ephebophiles." Amadeth continued annoying Malali as they both prepared for what was to come.
"Come on, when Emote is in her Joy form she looks like she's about sixteen, you dirty, dirty woman."
"Why am I tolerating this?"
"I don't know. Maybe you're a sadist? Another similarity. Next point is you're a reckless little cow. Most of your life so far has depended on varieties of end-game ploys. The metaphoric bucket of water thrown on the wicked witch. A small thermal exhaust port in the Death Star. Mixing land-magic and necromancy to bring a volcano back to life."
"Teleporting The Deathknight to Krad, making Firin armour when you couldn't move, TSSX5 and that kind of crazy shit. Plus we're both murderers."
"I've only killed those who've deserved it."
"Such a reductive way of seeing it." By this point Malali was fully armed and Amadeth, dropping her knowledge, sat down on the chair next to her computer. "There isn't good or bad when it comes to mortals like us, do you not understand that? Or has spending so much time fighting a possessed person convinced you otherwise? You know Korthir did what he did because he truly thought it was for the best. He willingly sacrificed his soul for his people, hell even your people, yet you still think of him as evil. Isn't sacrifice something you admire? Our grandfather, your masters, even Caltas; all your idols, all matyrs in their own right.
"I once used to think like you too. I only ever experimented on enemies, people who I convinced myself deserved it. Your problem is your world viewpoint. You've only ever killed or hurt bad people, right? Everything is either good or evil, isn't it? I promise you once you've rested your sword you'll start to see others in different ways. To fight evil you have to be a little evil yourself, have the warrior's fire, and that fire never goes out... soon enough it won't matter to you whether someone's innocent or guilty, civilian or soldier, because you'll realize that since the very beginning they've been the exact... same... things." Amadeth glared at the one to whom she spoke, who stared back. Were it not for the fact they needed each other they'd have already killed each other. Not trying to hide this fact at all, Malali replied.
"... shut the hell up, now, and open this portal."
"Yes ma'am." Saluting before swivelling on her chair Amadeth began typing into her computer again and, at the end of the runway, a large, circular portal opened showing into the depths of the Fifth Circle. "You ready for this?"
Malali stood far from the portal at the opposite end of the runway. She wore Nae'blis' gauntlets and was covered from head to toe in the metallic armour he had once controlled, nigh on impenetrable now it had been fused with the dark energy of Ragnorak and Oblivion, both of which were sheathed on her back. Also on her back was a long, black, waving cape made out of Mortis' symbiote bio-weapon, ready to defend Malali with as little notice as a brainwave. Next to the Nightelf was a motorbike standing upright by the thickness of its wheels alone and being imbued with both elemental and gravitational technology. Atop the bike was a large, circular platform where the seat should have been. With a single jump Malali stood atop it before speaking again. "GPB, activate." With a roar the bike came to life, shooting forward with a speed unmatched by most anything not designed by Grey Matter Industries or built by Leo. The gravitational technology kept Malali atop the platform as if the vehicle wasn't moving at all, the bike itself rushing passed Amadeth and her computer before disappearing into the portal whilst the front of its plating opened up and showed the gun turret designed and built by Zone and Crysis.
"If I remember correctly," Firinar, the high-pitched version within Amadeth's robotic suit, began to say after Malali was gone and the portal had closed. "You once said if you were fore-warned of your impending psychosis you might have been able to change it."
"So why," Firine continued for her brother. "Did you wawn her?" The scientist simply laughed, spinning in her chair.
"Yeah, I agree, I did build this computer and run-way very quickly. Thanks for saying." If they had them the Firin twins would have rolled their eyes as Amadeth continued to compliment herself and thank them.
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Jul 9, 10 at 4:11pm ^re: The Chronicles
There were nine lower circles split up like a table with combinations of two. The spiritual, physical and mental mixed with the ordered, balanced and chaotic to make up the planes inhabited by the demonic of Lar. Originally it was a part of the afterlife but, according to myth, it was taken over by those of the original Eden who escaped the waves of Inexistence via pre-emptive death. The Fifth Circle, the place in which Malali stood, was the plane of the physically balanced. It was as close to the classic visions of an evil afterlife as any scholar could find it, a hell shaped by the land from which it was said to be born. Lightning flashed violently to and from every direction, rivers of fire carried burning bodies, light and darkness changed as quickly as the thunder roared and swords of ice rained from above. The elements which made up every world were roaring in a storm which, were it not for the various temples, would have taken over completely.
In the centre of this storm, standing atop a speeding bike held on by gravitational manipulation, Malali shouted as she swung around Ragnorak and Oblivion. The two demons of the void screamed in pleasure as they struck against the various elemental demons of differing forms which flew, ran and slid alongside the rapid moving vehicle and destroyed the smaller creatures that were caught up in the chaos. Atop the platform Malali jumped over a swinging pillar of rock, smashing the arm of the demon to whom it belonged whilst in the air before spinning into an attack with both swords on the face of an ice beast which tried to snap her with its jaws. The symbiote cape kept her safe from a flaming attack whilst the armour of Nae'blis protected her from the bursts of lightning which, on occasion, even hit and destroyed her enemies. The symbiote itself was struggling though; the energy of this world was too unfamiliar to it and the submissive creature couldn't turn it into power as easily.
As Malali contemplated how long the symbiote had left the remains of the ice-giant she had almost killed dived in front of the bike in a last ditch attempt at killing the Nightelf. Using the platform to steer as if on a deformed skate-board, Malali moved the vehicle out of the fallen monster's way and continued towards the temple ahead of her, half of it glowing a bright white and the other almost completely invisible in the darkness of it. The temple of Fir and Den, the current location of the soon to be destroyed Eclipse. From the discoloured ground rose five creatures which took the form of berserker style soldiers, all wielding thick blades made of the hardest steel they had. Weapons raised, ready to take Malali down, the five of them were targeted and shot down by the turret built into the bike's front, firing bursts of laser energy in between the shower of bullets.
The elementals who were attacking Malali fell back as numerous distinct screams echoed, the screams of the Ratnemele, elite guardians and controllers of the Fifth Circle. Seeing an opening the smaller, weaker monsters attacked, only those of air and ground finding themselves able to keep up with the high-speed bike as it swerved between cracks and jagged pillars, those it couldn't avoid being shot into rubble. Within seconds the smaller creatures were literally thrown aside as a gargantuan mound of black dirt exploded upwards. The Nightelf knelt on one knee so as to stay steady as the motorbike soared through the air after the burst sent it skywards, Malali seeming to not even notice as bolts of lightning were absorbed by the metallic armour inhabited by Nae'blis or as her sentient, black cape swallowed balls of fire and spears of ice. No, she was focussed because she recognized the energy of this Ratnemele and knew the Koevara had come. As chaos swirled around her she waited until she saw it, the signature attack of the demon lord of land, and as the ground below shifted into the shape of a square the invader of the Fifth Circle, self-proclaimed Prophet of Eclipse, jumped from her vehicle as the ground rose into four walls which made the shape of a pyramid, meeting at the top. Having missed Malali and encased only her bike the raised dirt and stone stuck where it was, the bike continually riding into the wall and shooting holes into it which healed on its master's will.
The master itself stayed beneath ground, opting to throw more of its dirt pyramids up at its target. When it trapped her the Ratnemele of land, the Koevara, would show itself and crush the intruder before pulling her body back into itself as sustenance. Knowing this Malali repeatedly avoided the dirt walls as they were raised, jumping to great heights with the help of her shape-shifting cape and running down the sloped walls whilst the lightning continually struck, absorbed by her armour, and the fire and ice were deflected and absorbed by the symbiote at her back. This continued for at least half a minute before the Nightelf's plan could be put into action, the smaller demons howling angrily as one of the Koevara's pyramids trapped their potential meal.
Inside of the raised pyramid Malali held Ragnorak and Oblivion in firm, steady hands whilst pacing in anticipation of what would come. Sure enough a screaming giant rose from the ground, shaking everything around them as it yelled with fury. The equivalent of its harrowing cries would be 'Intruder, destroy, nourishment, grow.' which it repeated as it charged head first into its prey, burying itself into the ground and walls and popping back out randomly as if an insane snake, filling the open spaces around Malali so as to suffocate and crush her. Roaring an old Orcish war cry taught to her by an old mentor, she used Oblivion as a conduit for the symbiote and unleashed every drop of the ice power it had absorbed which combined with the balls of fire to form a great explosion of water which, at the end of the cold, blue blade connected directly with the Koevara's face along with a chunk of the symbiote attained via Mortis Blackwraith. Following orders relayed before departure, the symbiote rode with the great burst of water and moved throughout the body of the elemental enforcer for as long as it could sustain itself, mixing as much of the demon with the water as it possibly could. The addition of water into its system caused it to fly around chaotically, not used to the change in weight and certainly not used to the change in structure, judging by the fact parts of it were falling along with the pyramids. Again with the help of the symbiote Malali jumped high before landing on the bike which shot and charged its way through the weak mud and continued towards the temple of Fir and Den, leaving the screaming Koevara behind.
Taking a breath the Nightelf knelt atop the bike once again, looking around and becoming disconcerted by the fact there was no-one attacking her. This meant a Ratnemele was near and the other elementals didn't want to be caught in the crossfire, but who? According to the time-line this version of Fii would be too paranoid guarding its own temple, Zara would have no interest, Kethae would... Von. It would be the demon lord of ice. Only the Vonvara would have enough of a stake in the war between Fir and Den to get involved, at this point anyway. In truth Malali was grateful she'd only need to face one more. Ice was straight forward so it wouldn't try anything tricky like Koevara had, it would face her head on; for this Malali was also grateful.
In front of the temple of Fir and Den stood a colossal monster of ice, the Vonvara, and it roared in warning to the oncoming Nightelf. She showed no signs of stopping, simply holding out Ragnorak and Oblivion to her side whilst shouting orders to them and, when the Ratnemele before her finally threw bolts of ice at her, she threw them both forwards. They spun with the perfect movement to slice through most of the bolts, the rest either being shot down by the turret (which then proceeded to fire a storm into the Vonvara's face) or being punched out of the air by the gauntlets Malali wore. After having smashed through the ice bolts both of the blades retrieved from Tetrath buried themselves into the gargantuan of ice, focussing their energy on suppressing that of their enemy so the turret would hit and so their temporary master could as well, again kneeling.
Mortis Blackwraith was a genius in the fields of chemistry and biology. The symbiote he created could mimic any element or compound and be manipulated in ways such as becoming a rocket launcher or jet turbine. For one such as Malali that was more difficult to achieve, her knowledge of such things as chemistry as complete as her knowledge of string theory. She could, however, manipulate the symbiote's shape and density to a basic level which allowed her to absorb the ice and fire and, at this point, allowed her to turn the small cape into wings with which she launched herself towards the Vonvara's face with one great heave. Pulling her fist back the Nightelf screamed the same Orcish war cry she had previously used and imbued the gauntlet covering said fist with the power of the lightning stored within Nae'blis' armour, previously absorbed to defend Malali. Lit up by the flashing power around her fist, she launched the gauntlet into the Vonvara's face in an explosion which caused the Ratnemele of ice to break into a thousand pieces, shattered on the ground below. At the base of the elemental beast a larger explosion occurred when the lightning energy hit the continuously moving bike which threw Malali, along with the two swords previously embedded into the ice, straight towards the black dome of energy around the temple of Fir and Den. With a crash a section of the dome opened allowing the Nightelf and the two weapons to fly through. Then it closed, trapping her inside.
She rolled to a stop and then quickly recovered, grabbing the two swords she took with her and aiming them at the only other person within the large temple. "So it's you." Malali quietly stated. She stared at a mirror image of herself only the creature was in grey-scale, much like how Firinar and Firine are when released. The main difference between them and this being was that instead of being black and white she was black and darker black, light not existing on her entire being.
"Yes," The mirroring darkness replied. "It is I, Firvara; the Dark Queen." She smiled. They were together inside of what appeared to be a mirror of classic Greek temples only one side was brightly lit and radiant whilst the other was dark and cold. "How are my children fairing in the mortal realms?"
"They're fine... in a sense of the word. Not dead, at least." The Nightelf held Ragnorak and Oblivion firmly, ready to defend from an attack were it to come.
"I do miss them." Firvara began to pace around the room, around the weapon in the centre. "You made the right decision to not bring them, though. I'd hate to have to destroy them." Malali's eyebrow arched.
"Compassion?" She asked in confusion.
"No, no," The Dark Queen replied with a quiet laugh. "I just doubt I'd be able to defeat them both by now; such is the way I created them. There's probably something you need to know about that story but you're more interested in this weapon, aren't you?" As the demons outside of the thick, black dome howled and cried and screamed and roared, both demon and Nightelf stood in respective silence for a tense ten seconds before it was broken.
"What do I have to do to take it?" The question finally came. In the centre of the room standing upright was a great war-hammer at least five foot long and with a head to match its size. One side of it burned an eternal fire whilst the other, at this point, was just a small, black sphere. "Must I defeat you?" Firvara laughed at Malali's question.
"You think I'd make you fight a shadowy version of yourself to attain a new power? Like I would be that cheesy, Dante." She laughed again. "Why do you think I'm blocking those other imbecilic morons out?" She pointed to the black dome around them and the other demons outside of it who screamed in a thunderous choir. "You can have it." The Nightelf squinted with suspicion as Firvara continued. "I want you to take it. With this here the Denvara has been stronger than ever. It's an unfair advantage and the sooner it's gone, the better. Since you taking it is easier than me destroying it, I thank you and tell you to leave before I decide your soul to be a bigger prize."
'So that's how they knew it would be destroyed.' Malali thought of Firinar and Firine. 'Their mother was to be the one to destroy it.' Still staring intently at Firvara the Nightelf sheathed Ragnorak and Oblivion in the dying symbiote cape on her back then walked over to Eclipse, the war-hammer she was there to retrieve, and picked it up from its stand. It was heavy. It was very heavy. It was... too heavy. She fell then tried to let go of the weapon but couldn't. On her knees she tried to rip her hands away from the long handle of the hammer but couldn't. She tried to lift it and stand but couldn't.
"Don't worry, it's not really that heavy." Firvara began, walking around her. "It doesn't stick to your hands like that either, normally anyway. I've just noticed something about that armour of yours, though. It's living and its soul... its soul contains traces of my children." Malali's eyes widened as she thought about the war against The Deathknight. In order to break through Nae'blis' dark armour she was forced to summon the Firins to where they were and have them cut through it with their similarly dark powered weapons... cut through the physical, the mental and the spiritual... and they must have left pieces of themselves behind. "I have no choice but to let you control my children however this being, whatever it is, is under no such contractual obligation to you. So," The Dark Queen walked over to Malali and grabbed the metal armour on her back, literally ripping it off of her along with a layer of skin all across her body, the clothing she wore beneath it and her hair. With a scream of pain the Nightelf fell, her grip on Eclipse loosening and freely allowing her to land in a puddle of her own blood. The symbiote coming out of her back covered most of her skin like a complete bandage and began to form healing chemicals in the most damaged places, a task easier said than done since the energy the symbiote was absorbing was harder to transform due to the foreign nature of it.
Holding the metallic skin limply as if it were an un-inflated balloon the Firvara smirked then threw it out to her side, the metal folding into itself and reforming as the warrior king Nae'blis. With sadistic glee he ran to take his revenge, his sword quickly forming in his hand as he ran to Malali and struck down towards her, his body freezing before he could actually hit her writhing, screaming body. "Excuse me, dear, but when did I give you permission to attack my guest?" Nae'blis stood frozen, unable to move or talk as the Dark Queen continued. "That is correct, I didn't. You'll find your release my only favour to you. If you wish for anything here, you'll have to take it yourself. Be gone." Throwing out her arm Firvara telekinetically threw the warrior king across the room in a flash, his body breaking through her black wall covering the entrance and being tossed half way across the realm as the wall sealed itself up.
Shaking her head in disappointment Firvara walked over to the floored Malali as she continued to cry out in pain, fighting to stay conscious. "I know, I know," The demon whispered almost soothingly, kneeling next to her. "It hurts. You'll understand why soon enough, my dear, you will. There is good news for you though... you've been wondering lately about your rage... your bloodlust. You feel more like..." She giggled. "A demon. Well I know how you can regain your mortality." The Dark Queen stood and opened a portal behind her, the gate to a fiery tunnel which would send Malali back to where she had come. "To do so... you must die." In one swift movement Firvara threw the Nightelf, her swords and Eclipse through the burning portal which closed after they were through it.
Screaming again Malali fell through the burning inferno, the black symbiote around her being swallowed by the fires completely leaving her to fall alongside her own blood unprotected, her dark, pink flesh on full display save for the few purple patches which the alien had healed. Though consumed by the dark flames she was still partially protected, Ragnorak and Oblivion both taking large, ghostly forms in order to fend off the other demons of the void. Thankfully the journey didn't last long before Malali was spat from the twisted realm and back onto the tarmac runway atop the Chapal Waddi. She rolled a few times in the burning sun before stopping on her back, breathing heavier than she had ever felt herself breathe before as smoke rose from her scorched body. Though causing her great pain the burning void through which she was sent wasn't entirely unwelcomed as the heat and the flames managed to burn the open skin closed meaning although she was still hurting there was a much smaller chance she'd die before being healed.
"Well, you got the hammer at least." Amadeth called, looking at the weapon laying next to her. "We'll heal you up before sending you to deliver it." Ignoring her, Malali turned her hairless, burnt head towards Ragnorak and Oblivion laying next to her.
"Go back... to Tetrath..." She began, hardly able to speak. "Tell him to send... Firins... here." Without words the two demonic weapons made Malali feel they understood before shooting away, spinning through the air then vanishing in a flash of red and blue.
"Come on." Amadeth knelt next to the Nightelf and picked her up, carrying her over to the chair by her computer as she moaned in continual pain. She slowly put her into the chair, trying not to aggravate her wounds; a nigh impossible task, to any degree. As Malali sat in the chair she began to realize something. One of her eyes wasn't working... she couldn't see out of it. Looking into the screen of the computer with her one working eye she caught her reflection and another realization hit her.
She stared at herself and saw the scarred and burnt visage of a battle-hardened warrior, her face red, scabbed and wounded and her hair either ripped or burnt out.
She realized she was not the prophet meant to take the armour and the war-hammer, Eclipse, to the Dragon Slayer whom stared at her in her dreams.
She realized she was the Dragon Slayer.
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Jul 11, 10 at 1:37pm ^re: The Chronicles
The Relic: Venture Outward
It had been many days since Johno’s battle with Clief. The memories had stopped plaguing his mind that night. Since then he’d been thinking a lot about what he had learned of the stone dagger, even if it had been via pure accident. The dagger in question was now in a brand new sheath Johno had designed specifically for it with six slices on the outside to allow for the six switches, regardless what position they may be in. The lever that had been upright during his duel had now returned to its origional position but the light tint colour still remained. Only yesterday had Johno gone out and tested more of the dagger.
Johno had travelled to America after he’d left the small Indonesian Island of Pembasu. Upon entry into the country Johno immediately left for the nearest mountains for two reasons. To go for a nice outback style camp and to play with his newly found toy. It was on top of a small grassy knoll surrounded my trees and boulders that Johno had decided to perform his training with the stone dagger. The first thing he had learnt was that moving the tinted lever upward resulted in nothing more than it returning its self to the centre just like all the others. Pushing it downward however kept it there unlike the five non-tinted switches, which he had tested both while the tinted one was down and when centred. After he’d fiddled with the dagger for over fifteen minutes he decided it was time to try using the skills he’d utilised during his duel with Clief.
Johno first attempted the fiery blast with the lever in the centre position. As he had expected nothing had occurred apart from a small echo of his own booming voice bouncing above the trees. Johno shrugged his shoulders and shifted the lever on the dagger downward while it still sat comfortably inside its custom made sheath. After he did so he prepared himself to try the technique again raising his hands aiming it randomly in the air. It was just then that the thought had crossed his mind that starting a bush fire probably wasn’t the greatest of ideas. Instead Johno decided to look for a more suitable target than the fresh leaves of nearby trees. A boulder that was at his left proved to be the best option for target practice. The area surrounding the large chunk of rock had a rough radius of a meter where the ground was completely dirt with no shrubs or weeds.
“That should be a little more fire resistant than the mass of trees.” He spoke out load to nobody but himself.
Again Johno readied himself for the attack and focused upon the rock attempting to aim what he had no idea how to aim.
As he’d spoken the words the same familiar rushing heat from his battle against Clief flowed through his body and bursted from his palms in a large orb of spiraling flames. The air grew suddenly humid and smelt of burning gas. The ball sat at his hands for little more than a second before it had flown rapidly toward the rock, bursting out like fireworks when it collided against the stone. The sound it made also resembled that of a firework, a cracking roar that also echoed around the mini plateau and across the mountains. Johno smiled with accomplishment as his palms slowly cooled off. Johno sat down in satisfaction and gazed at the blackened rock. The altered appearance of the boulder reminded Johno of the healing power.
Johno searched the underbrush of the trees until he found a long sharp stick that looked suitable for what he had planned. Returning to almost the exact same spot where he’d sat before it put the sharp end of the stick to his skin. Slowly he’d attempted to scratch himself with the stick before it snapped into three, two of the piece fallen on the ground. Johno sighed and realised then that he could have used one of his four knives or even the stone dagger itself. Having drawn his smallest knife the Tanto Johno held the blade of the weapon just above his arm. After several minutes he eventually re-sheathed the knife underneath his coat and got up. Johno just couldn’t bring himself to do what he had to do. Self-afflicted harm was something he protested, no matter what the reason. Instead he paced around, circling the burnt rock like a vulture around a carcass.
Johno haltered mid-step, foot dangling in the air. A thought had occurred to him that he didn’t think of earlier. Would he be capable of using techniques he’d observed but not commanded? Johno remembered the finishing bolt blast his opponent had tried to slam down upon him. Turning to face the boulder again he focused on what he was about to attempt. He pulled his arm back above his head before forcing it downward.
As he arched his hand flat at the rock he thundered as loud as possible “THUNDER SLAM!”
Pain shot through his palm, wrist and arm, going bright pink from the impact. Howling out in agony like a clumsy Manga character, he shook his arm wildly and fell to the ground. It was obvious that the attempt was nothing more than that, an attempt. Nursing his hand that pounded with hot blood a small singular tear leaked out from underneath his shades.
‘At least I can try that healing spell now.’
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Jul 12, 10 at 12:19pm ^re: The Chronicles
The sun had just begun to peak over the tops of the trees and let some light into the village. There was a crowd of people surrounding three boys. Two of them were Clief and Loabin, the other a new boy. He had green spiky hair, but it was much more radical than that of Clief and Loabin’s. His eyes were a dark green, which got lighter as they reached the middle, his pupils being black. His face was narrow and his cheekbones were high and defined. He stood at about 5’5 tall with a slim and slender body. His muscle mass was slightly more than that of Clief’s. He wore a thin green dark green shirt, with a low cut v collar. His pants were black and fit him tightly but freely. He wore combat boots.
“The age of thirteen is the age of when the young Tyen male develops his skills and abilities in one short year. This is the coming of age ceremony, where you will be tested if you can withstand the physical and mental rigours of what it takes to become a Tyen warrior. So far, there have been zero failures and one fatality. This year, we welcome Clief Blade, the son of Falnik Blade. The one with the chosen eyes of the Saviour Prophecy told to our young. We welcome Loabin Blade, also the son of Falnik Blade and the twin brother to Clief Blade. And we also welcome Zankin Starshid, the son of Gonag Starshid, whom we lost in the last Cartaha raid,” beamed the voice of the village elder.
The Boys looked at each other and nodded in acknowledgment. They then turned and looked back at the village elder and bowed their heads out of respect.
“The challenge as always will be a fight against yourself, in your own mind. It is a test for you to overcome each of your own greatest weaknesses; yourselves,” the elder spoke as he moved towards Zankin.
He now stood in front of him and placed his hand on his head. He mumbled something under his breath and Zankin collapsed to the floor. A look of shock came over both Clief and Loabin’s faces. They were confused as to what had just happened. Clief swallowed the saliva in his mouth as he stepped towards his twin brother. The elder placed his hand on Loabin’s head, as he had done to Zankin, and mumbled something under his breath. He also collapsed to the ground. The elder then began to walk towards Clief, who was now feeling nervous. The elder was now standing in front of him, staring into his dark misty eyes. He placed his hand firmly on Clief’s forehead. After mumbling something under his breath, the boy collapsed in the same manner that the other two had.
“Please, would someone grab them and put them in some shade?” the elder giving out orders to the people of the village.
Three of the villagers walked over to the boys and lifted them up, carrying them over to a nearby tree and laying them down underneath it. The village elder than walked over to Falnik and rested his hand on his muscular shoulder.
“Do not worry, they are strong boys. I have high hopes for them,” he said smiling and then began to walk towards his hut. “Let me know when they begin to stir.”
Falnik sat in the sun as he watched over the three boys. It had been about two hours since they had fallen into their coma like state; none of them had even twitched since. Having sat there for two hours, Falnik was beginning to become uncomfortable and started to move around. Eventually he stood up and began pacing, back and forth, back and forth. This continued for a few minutes before he noticed a slight movement come from one of the boy’s hand. He stopped his pacing and scanned the boys to see which one it was.
“Did I imagine it? My mind must be playing tricks on me,” he mumbled to himself.
“You know it’s a sign on craziness when you begin to talk to yourself,” an elderly voice called out to him.
Falnik spun around to see who had spoken to him. It was the village elder walking towards him and the boys. He looked on as he watched the old man heavily lean on his walking stick as he walked. A look of concern had come upon Falnik’s face.
“Now now, there is no need to worry about my health. I am still able to move around and my time is not yet here,” the elder spoke calmly.
“My apologies for letting my mind think such idiotic things,” Falnik replied before bowing his head out of respect.
“You need not talk to me so formally Falnik. Your status amongst the people is almost as high as mine.”
Falnik shook his head as he raised it with a look of disgust on his face. Clearly he disapproved of this statement and turned towards the boys. The elder was now standing next to him, looking towards Loabin in curiosity.
“I believe his hand has twitched, I think he is about to wake up,” he said as he smiled towards Falnik.
“So my mind wasn’t playing tricks on me then. At least that’s one of them. It was faster than expected; I thought he would take the longest.”
Several more hours had past, but the sun was still shining. Falnik was sitting in front of the boys again, however this time he was joined by Loabin, who had already awoken. Falnik was staring at Clief, pondering what was going on inside of his mind. Loabin on the other hand was staring at his father.
“Father, how long did it take you to go through this trial?” asked Loabin.
Falnik, now broken from his train of thought, looked towards his son, “It was a long time ago, I do not remember it.”
Loabin looked away from his father and back towards his brother, with a look of distaste.
You’ve had it so easy! If you didn’t have that stupid blood running through your veins then I would be the better one. You rely too heavily on that talent, it makes me sick! You’ll never be a great warrior! I’ll become better than you through hard work and dedication, you’ll see. Then I’ll be the saviour of our race, and not some spoiled sport!
“I hope you are ready to fight for your life my son, for tonite may be our last,” spoke Falnik.
Loabin looked back at his father with an expression on confusion upon his face, “What do you mean by that father?”
Falnik looked down towards his son with a look of worry on his face. He knew something that he wasn’t about to share. He stood up and began to walk over to the elder’s hut, having seen Zankin’s finger twitch this time. The elder again met him halfway.
The sun had now decided to rest behind the horizon, and night had broken out over the land. There was no moon tonight, so the village was very dark. The only light was being omitted from people’s homes, and one torch was lit underneath the tree that the boys had been laid. Clief was still unconscious having not moved a muscle.
“I worry this is taking too long elder,” Falnik said, standing outside of the elder’s home.
“Do not worry, he will come through this. It is a much more difficult task for him,” the elder replied.
Falnik looked towards the elder, “You know what night it is, and we will need his strength if we have any hope of a chance.”
The elder just smiled in response and took his leave back inside his home.
“Elder! Falnik! It’s them! They’re here!” yelled a man running towards the two men.
Falnik spun around to see the man, “Are you sure? This is bad...Alert the villagers, we will defend our race to the end!!”
The man spun back around and began to run through the village alerting the rest of the people. Falnik looked back towards the elder, who now had a look of worry on his face. He then looked back towards his son in hope that he would wake up soon.
A few hours had passed since the man had alerted the village of the coming threat. Every person of the village had prepared for the coming battle. This was the way of the Tyen race, every member of it was a warrior including the women. Each of them wearing their own unique combat gear, whether that be a different outfit or weapon. They had all lined up in front of two men, Falnik and the village elder.
“Our very lives depend on this raid. It may be our last, but I’ll be damned if I let my life end here on this night! We will not fall if we truly wish to live!” yelled Falnik, addressing his troops.
A loud roar omitted from the line of people. The elder then held his hand up, as if to silence them. The roar quickly diminished as everyone paid attention to the village elder.
“We have our backs against the wall, but never lose faith in yours and your spirit’s power. We will come through this, but i fear it will all end tonight. But do not let these words discourage you, we will all live,” he said in a way of reassurance.
Everyone remained silent, not sure of how to take the words of the elder in. Falnik also looked a little confused, but trusted in what he had said. He looked towards the people in front of him and wave his arms outwards. Everyone then scattered towards the forest and waited for the oncoming battle, hoping to get the jump on their enemy.
They didn’t have to wait for long a screech was heard off in the nearby distance, followed by the beating of wings. It was the Cartaha coming to raid the last of the Tyen race, hoping to wipe them out for good. One flew over the village, the dragon he was riding let out a fireball aimed towards it. The impact of the fireball colliding with one of the houses was large enough to send a small shock-wave through the surrounding forest. With that first hit, the Tyen people all rushed up nearby trees. Once they reached the top they all leapt onto a nearby flying dragon. Withdrawing their weapons they attacked the dragons, hoping to disable the transportation that the Cartaha used. Some of them were successful, others were not, being thrown off the dragon and towards the ground. Falnik being one of these began flipping through the air, before landing heavily on his feet. Once he stood back up he noticed that no-one had protected Clief. Luckily none of the debris had fallen on him. Falnik quickly made his way over there, easily cutting through the ground troops that tried to stop him. He spun around once he had reached his son and looked at the battleground, their home. He needed to be in that action, he was of no help protecting his son.
“Father, behind you!” yelled Loabin, who had noticed something behind Falnik.
Falnik quickly spun around and readied his sword to notice his son glowing a bright blue. He stepped back, unsure of what was happening.
“Get back father!” Loabin yelled out to him.
Just as those words had been spoken, Clief began to rise off of the earth, slowly becoming upright all the while still floating. Falnik took a few more steps back, sword still in hand as he was still confused as to what was going on. Clief began to glide towards his father who was now back peddling a little faster. Loabin ran towards his father and crashed into him, knocking him out of the way but putting him in the path of Clief. Clief still continued to glide towards Loabin and made contact with him.
“HEEEEELLLLP!!!!” screamed Loabin.
Clief began to omit the blue light more brightly now, continuing to grow brighter until what was left of the village had lit up. Clief began to scream a piercing high pitched noise and then a green light omitted from him then followed by blackness.
Clief began to wake up. He opened his eyes slowly, trying to adjust to the bright light around him. It was now day time again, but his surroundings were completely different. He was no longer on his island anymore, in fact he didn’t recognise this place at all. He was sitting on the side of the street in a city, people moving around him very quickly.
What in the world is going on?
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Jul 18, 10 at 7:10pm ^re: The Chronicles
Light Enough To Float
Crysis rose gently from slumber. He blinked his eyes half-open in the soft light, then closed them again and arched his ears as he yawned. He was laying on his side, resting on the pad of comfy material he and Zone slept and relaxed on in the living quarters. The hamster was curled up beside him, tucked into the crescent of the larger rodent. Their warmth had suffused into each other's fur, addictively comfortable. The squirrel's tail hugged around Zone's back, enclosing him completely.
For maybe ten minutes Crysis lay there, one arm resting across his friend, tuned out from time. The rodents needed 7 hours of sleep a night, but he typically woke a few minutes before the hamster, all else being equal. He felt Zone stir, and squeezed him softly, getting a syllableless sleepy greeting in reply. The squirrel gently uncurled from him and rolled onto his paws, then padded across the room.
This was Zone's base, or theirs really, and that reflected in some of its features. For one, the light systems were programmed to provide a subdued illumination during the morning - no one, be they man, mouse, or other rodent, liked waking up to blinding brightness. For another, there were multiple food stashes near the sleeping area. After all, why create your very own secret base and not even have snacks in the bedroom? By the time Zone was cognisant, Crysis had returned with double-armfuls of breakfast, which he laid down to share. "Marry me?" Zone asked appreciatively.
"Again?" Crysis giggled. He stretched once more, spreading his arms out with notable flexibility and unfurling his bushy tail behind him, and then sat down. They eagerly broke fast together, nibbling as rodents generally do. "Did you sleep alright?" the squirrel asked, finishing off his first sunflower seed.
Zone nodded, swallowing his own mouthful. "Yeah, I did thanks. What you said really stuck" he told him with a grateful smile. He picked up a piece of carrot and took a bite from it. "What I worked out about myself wasn't that I enjoy fighting. I've known that for ages. I couldn't decide if it was alright or not though, and I finally realised it's cus it's not up to me to decide that" that hamster explained between bites. "I think that's how a lotta people turn bad. The ones that don't just stop caring make up their own rules to say they're right. I didn't want to be that way" he said with quiet adamancy, and then lightened a bit. "I kept trying to think it through, but I'd get so deep into my own feelings that I couldn't tell if I was finding a real reason or just talking myself into it. It took me a while to figure out that rather than trying harder to judge, I should let myself be judged. And I trust you more than anyone" Zone exhaled and smiled at his friend. "You really helped me out. Uh, thanks for that by the way" he added bashfully. "I was so relieved and tired I think I forgot to say that last night. Heh, you handled it so well I feel kinda silly for not telling you much sooner" he grinned somewhat sheepishly.
"Aw don't say that" Crysis scratched a cheek, blushing. "Whenever you felt most comfortable telling me was the best time. I'm just really glad I could help" he said warmly, and offered a chocolate chip, the hamster accepting it with hungry eyes. "Did you get to say everything you wanted to?" he asked.
Zone made quick work of the treat, then nodded. "Uhuh. I wanted your help, and also to share how I am with you. Especially before I started throwing it at you with psychic powers" he answered openly.
Crysis beamed. "Thank you. I'll do my best to handle them, when we try that out" he replied loyally.
The hamster grinned at his resolve, and picked up a slice of fruit, then twiddled it thoughtfully. "Hmn, actually... I've talked about myself a lot, but there is something I'd like to ask you, if that's okay?" he asked. The squirrel nodded willingly, and Zone took a quick bite before going on. "I just wonder, how do you handle it? All the fighting and the difficult spots, I mean. I know you're helping me, and I really appreciate that. But I know you don't enjoy it, and this might just my ego talking, but you have to have something helping you face it too, right? I wanna know what, cus, well, I care" he said.
"Oh, heh. That" Crysis mumbled, blushing at the attention. "I, um... I've never really, thought about a way to say it out loud. I don't want to make a speech, um, you sure you don't mind listening to me fumble through an answer?" he checked. He felt selfish if he was the only one to talk for too long.
Zone chuckled, aware of this, and nodded. "Yeah, go on, I really want to know. We are a team, your feelings matter as much as mine. It's okay if you get caught up in it, I just wanna hear it in your own words" he encouraged sincerely. The squirrel smiled rosily, a self-aware gusher if he really got going.
"Thank you, Zone. I'll try my best" he smiled, twirling the nut he was holding in thought. Zone took a bite out of his own breakfast so he wouldn't feel waited on. Crysis licked his lips, took a nibble, and then started. "There's not really much to it, but I think a part of it is that I'm so happy. I really am" he said with a soft smile. ""It probably sounds childish but... Having the trees, the sunshine, something to eat, somewhere to sleep... Especially having such a great best friend" he looked up at Zone with unblemished affection. "I love all of that. I'm more than just content, I'm overjoyed! I feel so... So lucky and, and thankful, and my heart sings every day and... Well, y'know?" he caught himself.
Zone nodded, grinning broadly. "Hehe, yes, I can tell. And thanks, best friend" he said. Crysis trilled with mirth, and had to stop himself delaying the top in favour of hugging. He cuddled his nut, instead.
"Chchch, you're welcome" the squirrel flicked his tail cheerfully. "Um, so, I'm really happy, but I, I know a lot of people aren't. Many are struggling, or hurting, or in trouble. I... I wanna help" he continued, lowering his voice a bit. "I've always wanted to help, but I feel so small and weak when I look at such vast problems, and I get scared I'll be crushed if I interfere with something so, so, big. Especially if we fight somebody or something so much stronger than us. I don't wanna be scared, b-but I can't help it. It's like my fear presses me down" he said a bit squeakily, blushing. "I, I find it a lot easier when I'm following you, but also, as well as that... The more I've seen of this world, the more wonderful things I've found to love and admire in it... I think about them, and how great and sprawling and numerous they are, and then... My own fear doesn't seem as big and heavy. It's still not easy, but, just because something's hard doesn't mean it's wrong, right?" he looked up.
Zone grinned at those words. "Right" he echoed. "You're really cool, you know that, right?" he added.
"Well, I was made by a really cool world" Crysis smiled. Zone laughed, giving him the last chocolate chip for accepting the praise. Crysis chirped a thanks, and they continued their meal, a little closer.
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Jul 19, 10 at 10:03pm ^re: The Chronicles
Chapter I: The Project, Part I
Fade took a deep breath, his grip on the rifle almost hard enough to make dents in the steel. He looked into the scope one last time, checking to make sure his aim was right on the target, a scientist by the name of Dr.Morrison. He looked at the rest of his unit, brothers in sisters by the way of bloodshed, be it of their enemies, or themselves. The man helping him keep the rifle steady was Angelus, a man in his mid-thirties, who shared Fade's surname.
"Take the damn shot,kid." He growled in a hushed tone. Fade gently squeezed the trigger, letting out a bullet the size of a grown man's finger. The bullet hit, it's target, one shot, one kill.
Angelus looked at Fade, his brown eyes looking satisfied. He made a gesture telling the unit to run in and retrieve whatever he was working on. They all hopped down from the ledge,4 pairs of feet hitting the ground in unison. The first one in was a woman by the name of Alice, specializing in stealth combat, it was no wonder she was the fastest. She looked around a corner, motioning that two armed guards were walking down the hallways to investigate. Angelus motioned back, telling her to take care of it.
Alice nodded back running in, she silently snapped the first ones neck, before injecting the other with a particular trainquilzer made for elephants. She looked back at the others, her pale skin and raven-colored hair glowing in the flourescent light. She threw her arm over her shoulder, signaling for the rest of the unit to move in.
The rest of the unit walked in. "Nice one Alice." The last of the unit, a man named Trace said, before curb-stomping the felled guard. "First lesson, rookie, don't piss Alice off." He said, looking at Fade. Fade looked at the man, his brown skin and chiseled muscles seemed to almost explode, they were so large.
Fade was just a normal person before all of this, just barely making each month's rent. His family, however, was not so normal. Both of his parents, had a somewhat shady past, which was only hinted at when they would go out some nights, and return with bloodstained boots. His older brother, was less mysterious, outright telling Fade that he was working for a government agency called "The Shadow Corps." Fade thought he was joking at the time, because nobody actually beleived that it existed, it was just beleived to be something that parents told their children so they wouldn't stay out past curfew. Hell, they even had to legally change Fade's name to "Prise" when he joined this unit, to protect his family.
Fade walked through the lab, wondering what he he was supposed to be picking up. He looked at a vat, containing some kind of liquid. "Hey Angelus, I think I found what Morrison was working on, looks toxic, what should I do about it?"
"Leave it, the cleanup crew can take care of it, we can't risk losing any units."
Fade walked out torwards the hallway.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
"That sounds like the marching of a Juggernaut!" Trace said, suddenly behind him.
"What the hell is a Juggernaut?" Fade asked, caution in his voice.
"A Juggernaut is a tactical unit engineered by NuTech Industries. It's about the size of a regular person, except about half of it is mechanical, and it's way stronger than us, probaly sronger as about,eh, give or take fifteen men. Not to mention, along with all this brute strength, they still have all the emotions and memories of a regular human,so that means that once you injur one, it'll remember you."
Fade stared at Trace, a look of sheer amazement in his eyes. It would take the whole Prise Unit to take him out. Angelus and Alice walked over to them, solemn looks on their faces. Angelus walked around the corner, unsheating an energy sword.
"To quote a great man, here we are, juggernaut." He said slowly, signaling the rest of the unit to come to him.
Fade looked at the mechanical montrosity, it's face covered with bits and peices of metal, and it's black hair, or something resembling hair, was raked back tighly over it's skull.
"Lethal force authorized, terminating intruders." It said in a monotone. Before rushing Angelus, who held it in place.
No way, he can't be that strong. It's..impossible. Fade thought to himself.
"Dont just stand there! Trace, help Angelus hold the thing back! Fade, you and me are going to dissassemble it!" Alice shouted to the guys. Trace locked his feet in place, and helped Angelus hold back the Juggernaut. Alice used a knife to pry open the back panel, and began cutting wires, instructing Fade to take out the sythesizer, which was kind of like the Juggernaut's heart. Fade reached for it, and the Juggernaut went into a frenzy, tossing Trace and Angelus against a wall, and knocking Alice unconcious. It grabbed onto Fade's arm, and pulled. Fade felt tendons and ligaments snap, and his right arm popped off, leaving a fine mist of blood in it's place.
Fade stared at his now stub, and screamed. He looked around, the world blurring into one image. He was bleeding out. He was going to die here, in this building. And nobody outside of his unit would ever know what happened to him, they would do a cover-up, because the public couldn't know about Morrison, or the Juggernaut. They would panic, and the government would want to save their own asses.
The Juggernaut, looked at Fade,and let out a cry of victory. Fade could swear it was laughingat him, laughing at the anguish he was feeling. But what the Juggernaut didn't see, was Angelus getting up and drawing his energy sword once more. He limped over to the back of the creature, and pierced it's back, right through the synthesizer.
"Nobody..harms a teammate. Now go back to hell, you abomination." Angelus gasped out. Trace, call a chopper for Fade and Alice. Tell them to make it quick. We've got two Prise in fatal condition."
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Aug 23, 10 at 12:58pm ^re: The Chronicles
Chapter Two: New York, New York.
Stepping out into the bright sunlight, Alexis looked around at all the wide eyed tourists who were gazing and photographing the green statue above them. She stared at it for a moment too, searching thoughtfully into the beautifully carved face of the iconic statue.
The face was too far up for Alexis to see the expression on her face. I wonder what she has seen over the past ten years, she wondered, gazing at her surroundings. Horrible things, beautiful things, unfair things, maybe even a miracle or two.
The small island they were stood on, Liberty Island, was chock full of tourists, fat, thin, small and tall. A few were sat on the emerald grass, munching on sandwiches or drinking from red cans of cola.
Ignoring the tourists, she listened to the small sounds, blotting out the cries of overheated small children and the giggles of the teenage groups. She could hear the wind whistling between the leaves of the surrounding trees, and the soft lapping of the waves against the stone cliffs.
A loud voice shouted in her ear, scaring the living daylights out of her. She glanced around, looking to her left and right for the person. There was no one next to her, or looking at her, or making any notion to talk to her. The voice sounded again, and Alexis calmed down enough to actually listen.
‘Alexis? If you can hear me, nod twice.’ She did so, still scanning the area for anyone speaking. The voice laughed softly.'Look at your face. It’s me, Matt.' Alexis narrowed her eyebrows and whispered a very startled what-the-hell, still searching for Matt.
Matt’s voice laughed again, louder this time. ‘I’m speaking to you from inside your head, so don’t look for me just yet. I wonder if you can figure it out...’ Alexis thought carefully, trying to remember the good magic lessons that her uncle gave her before his death.
She gasped aloud when she remembered a very important lesson. She had forgot how to do this particular type of magic, but she screwed up her face and tried as hard as she could, blasting her thoughts out to a two-mile radius.
‘Ah, I see... Telepathy?’ She asked the empty air, but mainly focusing on Matt’s telepathic voice. It was pretty hard using the strange magic. Matt’s voice spoke again, full of admiration. ‘Wow, I never expected you to know that... Yes, well done. You’ve earned your prize.’
He laughed again and Alexis felt a sudden pull to the statue, like a rope was dragging her by her waist. She went along with it, her feet landing clumsily as the rope jerked her towards a small bench with a gold plaque on the back.
The ‘rope’ dropped, and the strange pressure at her waist left, leaving her with full control of her limbs again. She looked round with a bewildered expression on her face, and then sat down on the bench. “Ow.” A small voice sounded, to her left where her bag lay. The air there rippled and shivered, and a plethora of coloured smoke spiralled round the rippling air, creating a bizarre circus-looking show.
Suddenly, there was a pretty loud pop and a man sat in the bench, the air lay still and the smoke disappeared, leaving an unusual green tinge in the air around the bench.
Alexis’ arms lay limp at her sides, her mouth open and eyes wide, gaping at the man. “What the hell was that?” She said, waving her arm at the green tinge. The man noticed her and grinned, his wide mouth showing pearly white teeth.
“You like?” He said, in a voice that Alexis knew only too well. She glared at Matt, and punched his shoulder hard, leaving him clutching at it in pain, his face screwed up in a scowl.
He laughed after a few seconds and looked expectantly at Alexis, who was still sitting there with the same expression she had when he appeared out of thin air. He grinned at held out his hand for a high-five.
Alexis looked at him, her face hardening into an angry scowl. Matt dropped his hand and crossed his arms, waiting for her to get her voice back. Suddenly she launched herself at him, raining punches and unsuccessfully aiming for his stupid, idiotic, American face. Matt let out a couple of cries and held his arms up, shielding himself from her attack.
“You idiot! You absolute freaking idiot! You send me here and leave me standing there for ten minutes, staring around looking like a flaming loner, and you were there all along! And then you scare the living daylights out of me by screaming in my freaking ear, and then man handle me all the way over to this freaking bench, I mean, I can walk by myself you know! Then you come out of nowhere and scare me again, thanks for that by the way, and draw more freaking attention to your freaky magic voodoo crap by creating a freaking smoke party! And get off my freaking bag you complete loser!” She added, hissing in his ear as she rained down more punches, with a final kick to the nether regions.
Matt recovered pretty quickly, doubled over for a few minutes, Alexis glowering and breathing deeply. She yanked the bag out from under his big, American, idiotic backside. She smiled at him sarcastically as Matt pulled himself straight and grinned at her, a tear shining in his left eye.
He held out a hand for a handshake and replied to Alexis’ rant by saying coolly, “Well, now that we’ve got all the introduction out of the way, and boy do you hit hard, I’m Matthew Calantini, age twenty-three. I come from Texas and my mother is Italian, hence my surname.”
Alexis looked at him warily, she was now pretty calm. Matt had sandy blonde hair, trailing off in dark red tips. Cool hair, she thought as she imagined her own red tips. He had a wide mouth with pearly teeth, and a nose that was a bit crooked, probably broken in the past.
He had a bit of stubble surrounding his mouth, and a pierced ear, which held one of those crazy earrings, the fang ones that left a massive hole in your ear. His eyes were framed under heavy, neat eyebrows. One of the eyes was a pitch black, with an even darker pupil. The other one was a blood red, with a pitch black pupil.
“What’s up with your-you know...visual apparatus?” She finished, gesturing awkwardly at her own eyes before taking his hand and shaking it firmly. He laughed and shoved his hand in his pocket, drawing out a small white box. He handed it to her and waited expectantly. She glanced at him nervously then opened the box. “What...is...that?” She said slowly, staring at the small glass sphere in the box.
Matt laughed and grabbed the glass ball. “Glass eye.” He replied, tossing the ball from one hand to the other. OK, ew, she thought. Just then another thought occurred to her.
“Hey, so why exactly did you call me here? I mean, I can’t be the only wizard in the entire world you wanna talk to.” Matt looked thoughtful as she finished her sentence, then stood up and gestured to her.
“Come with me, we’ll take a walk. Oh, and then I’m going to tell you why I called you here.” She stood up and followed him, thoughts whizzing around her head as they walked off towards the small pavilion in the distance.
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Sep 7, 10 at 10:59pm ^re: The Chronicles
"That's ticklish" Crysis said, laughing softly as the hamster pressed a pad against his chest until it stayed put. The wire trailing from it teased the squirrel's fur, and he bit down on his giggling, trying to keep still as Zone affixed one last pad to his head, between his ears and eyes. "So, do I have to do anything, uh, special?" he asked.
"Nah. Just don't wriggle them loose is all" Zone responded. They were inside his underground base, the physics lab to be exact. The hamster stood back to survey his work. His friend was dotted with small black rubber pads all over his furry arms, chest and head. Each one sported a thin silver wire, all of which trailed and converged back to a boxy grey machine sitting on the floor besides the squirrel. Zone grinned.
"Okay, I can do that!" Crysis nodded eagerly, then a little more reservedly as the wires dangling from his head jiggled around. He grinned bashfully, and Zone chuckled. "Heh. So I just sit here and answer the questions, right? And hopefully it'll work?" he checked.
Zone nodded. "Yep. I think I built this lie detector right, but this is the moment of truth. I hope" he paused to grin. Crysis giggled. "I figure we'll just try some basic things, make sure that it's working normally. Then I can start trying to break it" Zone smirked in anticipation as he said this. He had come up with this idea while he was researching further on the Hearts Of Sin, not long after they had learned of them in the first place. It seemed fairly likely that, if they were able to track them down, controlling them would be a mental battle, potentially a deadly one. There wasn't a lot that could help Zone prepare for such a thing, but what there was he was going to do.
This was the hamster's first plan to that end. By the sound of it, he was going to need mental strength and discipline. Zone liked to think he had the former, but the latter... Wasn't his greatest asset, if he were honest. He reckoned though, that if he made a lie detector, then learned to deceive it by developing the mental control to lie without getting caught, that should improve his chances. And truth be told he was really looking forward to that challenge. First he needed to make sure it worked though. "You ready?" he asked, turning the machine on.
"Yup!" Crysis chirped, curious about how this would go. This was fun!
Zone laughed. "OK, let's start off easy. What's your name?" he began.
"It's Crysis, spelled with a Y, and then an I" the squirrel answered cheerfully. They looked at the machine, which seemed happy with this.
"How long is your tail Crysis?" the hamster continued, settling back.
"Um, it's around 18cm, or 7 inches" Crysis said. The detector agreed.
"So far so good. How about, how many paws do you have?" Zone asked.
Crysis giggled. "I have 4 paws" he responded, and pointed to each of them with one of his others, mindful of the wires. Neither the answer nor his movement provoked any reaction from the machine. Zone grinned.
"Looks like it doesn't trip up over basic truths. Let's see if it can detect dishonesty next" the hamster said, rubbing a cheek in thought.
"Should I tell it I'm a duck, or something?" the squirrel asked with a helpful smile. Zone snorted at the mental image, shaking his head.
"It's not much good if you're trying to lie in an obvious way. I'd be embarrassed if it didn't pick that up. We need to try it when somebody's lying and doesn't want to get caught" he explained. "Hmm, now what could I ask an earnest, innocent soul like yourself that you wouldn't answer with open honesty?" the hamster mused. Crysis gave a bashful grin, scratching the back of his head. "Aha!" Zone exclaimed after a moment. "Crysis, are you cute?" he asked with a smirk.
"Uh, w-well um" the squirrel blushed, ducking his head shyly. "I... I have been told so, by um, lots of people, so, I guess... Yes?" he answered, his eyes flicking from his friend to the detector, which gave no objections. Zone beamed at his flustered friend, much amused.
"Ha-ha, made you admit it" he sing-songed teasingly. He was glad that the detector hadn't been thrown off by the hesitant reply too. Still, he needed to push Crysis further it seemed, to devise a question that the modest rodent definitely would not give a straight, honest answer. He grinned wickedly, leaning forward. "Are you big?" he said.
Crysis' eyes widened. "Huh?" he squeaked. There was no way he meant his stature, but surely he wasn't talking about...
Zone beamed. He was. "You heard. Are you packing?" he replied.
Crysis fidgeted, mortally flustered. "W, well, that's, um, I-I'm no-" he began, but a beep interrupted him. Both rodents looked over at the detector. "Uh, I just, i-it's all relative, so-" another beep cut him off, Zone doing a terrible job concealing his entertainment. "I'm not that-" beep. Crysis sent the device a pleading look. He wasn't attempting to lie per say. But, if he thought about it, he was putting a different slant on things since he was talking about himself. Quietly the squirrel gave in. "A l-little" he whispered, cheeks aflame. The lie detector held its peace.
Zone was grinning so widely it was amazing the top of his head didn't fall off. "There, wasn't so hard, was it?" he said innocently.
Crysis opened his mouth, spotted the verbal trap, and huffed a breath out instead. "You're terrible" he muttered with a still-flushed smile.
The hamster nodded unrepentantly. "Yup. But ya still love me, right?" he said, wearing a cheeky fuzzy grin that could charm the devil. The squirrel giggled and nodded, rubbing at his own cheeks with his paws, still wired up. "Well, that was a pretty solid test of the beeper. I guess it's my turn now" Zone said. Crysis nodded, and helped transfer the pads over, so that in short order their positions were reversed.
"Okay! Let's see" Crysis said, taking up his new role. "I guess those questions aren't likely to work on you" he mused with a playful smile.
"Doubtful. I'm huge" Zone replied, slouching back in a way that could only be described as cocksure. Crysis looked to the side. The machine forbade to comment. Zone winked. The squirrel simply rolled his eyes.
"Show-off" he remarked with a grin. Zone stuck his tongue out, making Crysis chitter behind his paw, and he focused so as not to lose track of his job. "Okay, heheh, um... I guess we could start off simple like before, so, what's your name?" he asked, sitting himself down.
"My name is Zone! Tyrant Lord of-" the hamster began, and was cut short by a beep. He gave the detector a betrayed look, poking his tongue out at it too. "Oh fine, it's just Zone. For now" he tried. This was accepted. Crysis laughed, and pondered what to ask him next...
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Oct 23, 10 at 9:48am ^re: The Chronicles
The Coil: Crysis And Zone (By Fyrestorm)
Welcome. How would you introduce yourself in your own words?
Crysis: Are you sure you don't mind me going first?
Zone (grinning and nodding): Yeah, go ahead, hehe.
Crysis: Okay, thank you! Heheh, hello everyone, my name's Crysis. I'm a red squirrel, Sciurus vulgaris to be exact, I'm friendly, cheerful, and kinda bashful saying this sorta stuff about myself, heh. I have a bushy tail, um... I think that's everything.
Zone: Sounds like it, hehe. Heya, I'm Zone, and yeah the name thing's intentional. I'm a hamster, Golden, Syrian or Mesocricetus auratus, take your pick. I admit I can be quite a handful, but on the bright side, ladies, I can be quite a handful (winks).
Crysis (paw on face, smiling ruefully): Oh boy...
Zone: Haha! Seriously though, I'm the cheeky, playful, daring Yang to Crysis' cute, humble, innocent Ying.
Crysis (blushing): I'm not that cute...
Zone: Do you wanna put that to a public vote (smirks)?
Crysis (hides face behind his tail): N-no, that's okay. I uh, I don't wanna take up anybody's time or anything.
Zone: Thought so (snickers).
What reason or reasons lead you to become involved in duels?
Zone: Basically, world domination. That may sound cliché, but it's not for the usual trite selfish reasons, although I won't pretend I'm not gonna enjoy it if we pull it off, hehe. But basically, I think everyone can agree that there's some things seriously wrong with the world. I want absolute power so I can get rid of those things. Like war. No more war, ever, that'd be cool wouldn't it? I know I can't make the world perfect, but to be honest I think I'd do a Hell of a lot better running the place than the so-called world leaders that alternately treat their own people like dirt because they can or attack other people somewhere else for stupid reasons. I think that end justifies the means of tyranny, it's not as if I'd be taking any power from normal innocent people, just the influential few that are by and large responsible for the suffering of normal innocent people in the first place. The ones that aren't just murderous dictators are given that power to serve the best interests of their people in the first place, so what honest reason would anybody have to complain?
Crysis (shyly): I'm uh, just doing my best to help. I'm really happy with my life, but... Zone's right, not everyone is, and it would be thankless of me to do nothing to help the world, when the world gave me everything I like, so, yeah, I'm trying to help people be happy.
Do you have any favourite people/places/events from your past?
Zone: Hehe, well, shaking off that serious moment, man that's asking a lot. You got any ideas where to start (looks at Crysis)?
Crysis: Gee, um... I guess I can try. As far as people go, uh, this will probably sound like kind of a cop-out, but mostly everyone we've met and interacted with for a prolonged time has really stuck in our minds and hearts. The boy we met when we found our first Heart, Ret uh... I don't think we ever got his surname, heh. But, even though we ended up fighting him for a while, I liked him, I wish we knew what his address is, so I could send him a card saying sorry about all the bombs I threw at him and stuff (blushes). Uh, there's also Malali... Did I pronounce that right?
Zone: I think so, hehe.
Crysis: Yay, thanks. The purple elf lady, yeah, she's really cool, she fought lots of monsters!
Zone: And doesn't afraid of anything.
Crysis (trying and failing not to grin): I wasn't gonna say that.
Zone: I know, that's what I'm here for (beams).
Crysis (giggles): Y, you're distracting me, heheh. Ums... Alarielle was really nice too, a lady we met when um, the universe was ending but Malali stopped it, or something. There was so much going on I'm not sure what happened exactly, heh (scratches a cheek sheepishly), but Alarielle was really nice to us and gave us lots of lifts so we didn't have to watch out for being stepped on. Thank you Alarielle, if you see this! You're really pretty and your shoulders are comfy.
Zone: Hahahaha! I bet she never expected to be complimented on being comfy. Not for her shoulders, at least.
Crysis (blushing and whispering): Zooone...
Zone (grins innocently): What? Hehe, and hey, while we're on people, I wanna mention one more. It was kind of hard to appreciate it while we were fighting against him for our lives, but all personal history aside, Executioner, you are the coolest anything that I've ever seen and I want one of you, preferably with a remote control. That covers all the people I think, if we've forgotten anybody I'm sorry, as for places and events? We've had a load of fun together, just the two of us, but it feels like that shouldn't be included, so I'll say the place we followed Malali to was pretty awesome... Anything else?
Crysis: Um, I did like the lab kinda place we first met her in. It was neat, at least until the monsters showed up.
Zone: I dunno, I liked the colour they added to the place (chuckles).
What are you currently up to?
Zone: We are currently chasing a secret agent - sort of - through a really big privately-owned skyscraper, trying to acquire one of four world-ending artefacts off of him, and are probably going to run into Basis pretty soon, who we haven't met yet but are looking forwards to.
Crysis: Hahah, yeah! I know we're probably gonna have to fight him, but still, Basis is awesome, I'm really looking forwards to it!
What are your hopes/plans/expectations for the future?
Zone: We currently have two of the four aforementioned world-ending artefacts in our possession, my possession to be exact. We're hoping to get the third soon, and after that all that's left is to hunt down the fourth and acquire it, and we'll have power to dominate the Earth.
Crysis: Um, hopefully we can with as little fighting as possible, too.
Zone: Heh, were only it so easy. Aside from that, we hope to run into Leo sooner or later, and though it's probably unlikely, also Smikals Jeofreddy and Xaril N'ku someday as well. Um, have I missed anyone?
Crysis: It'd be great to meet Raven someday too, even though Raphius already has. This isn't to say these are the only people we want to meet, by the way, or that more names won't be added in the future, but presently they are who we really hope to meet someday.
If Crysis and Zone had to choose between a lifetime's supply of HamsterChow and a spaceship, which one would they choose and why?
Zone: Oh, definitely a spaceship. Does HamsterChow even exist anyway? Like is that a real brand?
Crysis: Um, I'm not sure, it could be...
Zone: Heh, well either way, obviously a spaceship. I mean come on, do you think there's something addictive or mind-blowingly good about most pet foods? Just because we're rodents doesn't mean we're crazy for food marketed for rodents, we're not breakfast cereal mascots or something, and even if we were you can just buy that stuff. It's like if someone asked you what'd you choose, a sports car or a lifetime's supply of deodorant? Most human-made food is much tastier, anyway.
Crysis: A spaceship would be fun, heheh. We could go see the stars!
If you could change any one thing about yourself, what would it be?
Zone: For me, opposable thumbs. I'm mostly happy being a hamster, but seriously, those would be so useful, just one extra opposing digit on each paw, or heck even just the front two. Try going around for a day without using your thumbs, you'll see what I mean once you miss them.
Crysis: Um, for me... Being able to fly would be wonderful. I'm good at climbing, and can swim too, but I can only dream what it's like to feel the air sweep past you, and be able to go anywhere there's space and see the world whiz and spin and tumble by while you soar freely.
Zone (glares): ...
Crysis (looks over timidly): w-what?
Zone: Oh sure, I pick something reasonable like thumbs and you go for the ability to fly. I might as well say I'll have the power to summon spaceships out of the air, and HamsterChow (sticks tongue out).
Crysis (blushes): I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get carried away. Um, maybe I could just have extra folds of skin, like flying squirrels do, so I could glide?
Zone (snickers): I'm just teasing. Perhaps I can design a jetpack on our scale someday, so you could fly using that.
Crysis: R-really? That would be amazing, thanks Zone!
I ran over a wombat the other day and I was quite devastated it broke my heart. Do either of you fear ever becoming road kill?
Crysis: I'm really sorry to hear about your accident. Thank you for caring enough to feel sad, though, some people wouldn't, and it's thoughtful of you (smiles gently)... Um, to answer the question, we don't want to become, uh, road kill, but it's not something we're specifically worried about. We probably spend a lot less time on or around roads than people living in cities or towns, to be honest.
There's been questions of your sexuality, any comments?
Zone: Sure thing, you see-
Hello the name is Fredrick (yes Fredrick) and my question goes to Crysis. Since Zone has a very sexually orientated mind has he ever grind-ed you so to speak?
Zone: Well, Fredrick, I was just saying-
Zone, you're rather flirty from what we've seen; have you ever actually (snicker) gotten any tail?
Zone (fires a warning shot with his laser gun): HEY!
Crysis (stares at the ground with a mortified blush): Oh boy.
Zone (puts away his weapon): Fine, you know what? Yeah, I have gotten some "tail", and the "tail" loved it, but I'm not gonna say who that "tail" belonged to (blows a raspberry at the questions).
Would you consider shaving all your fur for cancer?
Crysis: Uh-um... A-as in like, to raise funds for cancer research?
Zone: Probably. Unless it means would we shave all our fur off to get cancer, which would be a really dumb question.
Crysis: Heh, uh well then, I'd look kinda strange without my fur, and I'd get cold easily, so hopefully I could get a scarf or something to keep me warm, but if it would help to cure cancer, then yes, I would.
Zone: I guess I would too... But people would have to donate at least ten grand for me to shave it all. Naked Zone is worth a lot (smirks).
If Zone and Crysis were to recruit a third member for their little group, what kind of person/creature would they be looking for?
Zone: Oh hey, they have chocolates here (hops from couch to table).
Crysis (ears perk up): They do? Sweet! Can I have one please?
Zone: Sure thing (tosses him one).
Crysis (catches, unwraps and nibbles at): Thank you!
Zone (between chewing): Anyway... We've actually thought about, maybe adding a third member... They're based on a loosely-defined character that... Would be a rat with black fur, maybe named Seth... Or a robot version that does work around the base, but... It only really came to mind cus he seems to take form, as a rodent (swallows), so we decided not to, since it was more of a simple gimmick than a real good reason.
To Crysis: How do you get you fur so soft and smelling like strawberries?
Crysis (returning from dropping his wrapper into the bin): Um, d-does it smell like strawberries? I didn't know it did.
Zone: Well, let's check (goes over to and noses against). It is soft, they got that much right.
Crysis (ticklishly): Th-thanks.
Zone: It doesn't seem to smell of strawberries though (noses lower).
Crysis: Z-Zone (blushes)!
Zone (leans back): Ha, psyche. Sorry though, not getting a strawberry vibe, maybe he got sprayed by some odd perfume one time or something.
To Zone: Considering you're a hamster and male, how does this not cause you uh, problems, while jumping all over the place?
Zone: Oh boy, hehehehe. Well to answer that one it'd probably be much better to be blunt rather than beating around the bush, so for those that didn't pick up on the subtext, hamsters have massive testicles. I mean huge. As in, together I think they might be bigger than our skulls, minus the jaw. If we stood as tall as humans, they would be about eight or nine inches across measured the widest way. Each. I could offer more analogies, but you've probably had more than you want already, hehe. To deal with the various problems that could cause, me and Crysis exchanged some DNA, make of that what you will.
Crysis: Eheh (stares at his tail bashfully).
Zone: Squirrels, at least some of them, keep theirs inside their body for a good part of the year, and they only descend to hang externally during the mating seasons. We're a little more advanced than that, so that would only happen if we became aroused, same goes for the penis, which is kept internally too, but yeah, I copied that. That's the bit of sciencey fluff that lets me jump around and talk to humans without flashing them every time I stand up or turn around. And BEFORE anyone says that this is gross, nature made it that way and this is us doing something about it, and it's definitely a notch above humans, with it showing all of the time unless you put on clothes, so no complaining.
Why hasn't anyone sucked you up a vacuum cleaner yet?
Crysis: Um, heheh, come to think of it, I don't think we've ever come across a vacuum cleaner in any of our fights, like just standing by a wall or in a janitor's closet or something. It would be kind of funny if someone brought one, just carried it right into a fight (giggles).
Zone: Yeah, it would make a pretty sucky weapon (beams).
Crysis (shakes head): You're incorrigible.
Zone: And proud, hehe. Even if they tried it though, it wouldn't do a lot of good. I mean, even if I didn't get a shot off before, I could just cut and blast my way out from inside, and Crysis could feed it some bombs, so it'd just be a good way to get themselves blown up.
What is Zone's favourite pastime (when not fighting or out on a mission that is)?
Zone: I don't really like the term "pastime", as if you're trying to find a way of getting rid of the time you have. I use my time to be productive, or have fun, both if possible, but taking the meaning of the question, I have a few hobbies. I like practicing with both my lightsabre and laser gun, plus other kinds of physical training, I listen to music and watch movies, cartoons and some Anime, and enjoy reading as well, although I can't really get books delivered to our secret base, so I usually do that over the Internet. I write code and programs, often to earn money online but also for the challenge or just the fun of it, and I like a few board games, with Chess being my favourite. I'd like to learn an instrument someday, but they don't really make them in my size, hehe, so I'll probably have to invent a hamster-size electric guitar or settle for mixing music with computer programs instead. I think that's about everything, unless you want to get down to the pretty obvious stuff like eating tasty food and such.
How did the two of you meet?
Crysis: Oh yay, I hoped we'd get asked something like this!
Zone: Hehe, well to be honest we've pretty much avoided laying out or hinting at our origins on purpose. The reason for this is an origin story is used to explain a character, normally. It's meant to tell you why they are the way they are, but if we tried to root our personalities, drives and so on in a series of events, it would be missing the point really. The origin story of a lot of superheroes, and some other popular fictional characters, is what defines them, something important that happened in their life that made them who they are now, and while that's a fine and respectable method, it just doesn't work for us. By saying some special event shaped someone into who they are, in reverse you imply if it never happened that they'd have turned out completely different. Like saying if Bruce Wayne's parents didn't get shot dead pretty much right in front of him, then he would have just been a spoiled rich kid with no particular qualms about using guns if the situation called for it, not Batman, one of the most badass of badasses ever. I am who I am, and Crysis is who he is, it's simply our identity, synonymous with our existence, we would have turned out like this even if events happened that would influence us towards being different. That's why we don't have a set story about how we met, it would miss the point of who we are.
Crysis: Can we say how we came to be as characters instead, so that we're not sorta turning down the question?
Zone: Sure thing, hehe, after you buddy (sits back).
Crysis: Okay then, thank you! This story has been told a few times before, actually, but never written down somewhere where people can come and read it. To start at the beginning, the person known here as Fyrestorm, who we're both a part of, had kinda a troubled childhood. Not because of our parents or anything, we had a loving and pretty comfortably sorta well-off family, it was all our own fault. We got into a lot of fights at school, with pupils and teachers, and quickly ended up in a special school, and eventually a residential school. We had lots of friends, and were liked normally, but we kept failing at keeping control when we lost our temper, and we would do stupid wild things we felt bad about later, but kept doing them the next time, again and again. Sometime around about the year 2000, maybe a little before or after, we got the Internet at home, on the family computer our dad had built himself. This was back when the net was pretty new to the general public, and it was really amazing to us, all of the things you could find and do on there. We first discovered Neoseeker around this time, but didn't join until a lot later. Another site we found was a chatroom site, called TeenChat. The idea that we could talk to people from all over the world, right in our own home, was so exciting, hahahah! As well as that, when you talk to someone online, it's different from doing it face to face. You can pause and think about what you say and do, and since they're not there with you it's like, you can do anything you want, in a way. Back then we knew we were doing the wrong thing being so out of control, and wanted to be a better person, so talking online, it gave us the chance to really try and be nice, all of the time, and keep our cool and be friendly even when we might lose our temper before. Even back then, we knew enough about the net not to want to share our real name and details freely, so we picked the chat-name Crysis, which was from a profile name of sorts we used on a computer game. Crysis was simply something to avoid us using our real name to begin with, but over time what we did online became more and more an expression of a part of ourselves we usually struggled to show in real life. A turning point came when one day, just role-playing around as people do in chats sometimes, a person took our spirit out of our body, and put it in a squirrel's. I think their name was MoonliteDragon, maybe with a space or underscore and a capital L, I can't remember exactly. That one, random little event actually sparked our entire love of furry things, rodents in particular, and squirrels most of all, before then they were nothing special to us. That, in a way, was when I was born, although I had been growing since before then, but having a form to call my own, I became more than just an online alias, I became a part of Fyrestorm that also had a distinct name, shape, and identity of sorts, and as time went on and we got into fictional writing, RPs and such, as well as talking to people in chats informally, I became a character of his.
Zone: Hehe, this is a long answer. I showed up a good few years later down the line. One of our friends wanted us to get a LiveJournal, if anyone's familiar with that site. We didn't really wanna cus we could see no use for one for us, but eventually we caved, and goofed off with silly entries and such for a bit, commented on other people's stuff sometimes, not really taking it very seriously. One day though we decided to spruce it up a bit from the completely default layout and settings, and part of that included picking an emote set. There were lots of them, and we wanted squirrels, or rodents in general, but there were no squirrels, and pretty much all of the rodent ones were too... Icon-like, too geometric and angular and lacking in the natural organic cuteness we loved rodents for. There was only one set that was a little more life-like, and they were hamsters. At first we didn't want that, cus while mice or rats kind of stand for rodents as a whole, hamsters are more, specifically hamsters. Eventually though we decided to go for it, since the entire LJ was just for a laugh, and it didn't need to be taken that crucially what we did in there, and so hamsters it was. For a giggle we played at being a hamster now and then, and by association when we did we were usually more daring and crazy and loud-playful than the more gentle, easygoing, quiet-playful Crysis was. It was just for a laugh, but we enjoyed it and found ourselves doing it more, and people liked it too, it made them laugh and have fun, and over time we realised that as much as being kind and gentle and easy to talk to are wonderful things, there's a real place in life for being bold and daring and cheeky and a little bit outrageous as well, all of the wild kinds of emotions that we had avoided for a long time because we used to lose control to such loud strong feelings, and cause so much trouble when we were younger. But we realised that was a part of us too, and if we didn't let it get out of control like it used to a really good part that could offer a lot of good things, make people laugh out loud and stuff, and kinda like how Crysis became a squirrel, that side of us took on the form of a hamster from those LJ emotes, and that identity chose the name Zone, which was actually the second half of the name Crysis had come from long ago, and that's me! So there you have it, our origins, hehe.
What's your favourite music genre/band/song?
Crysis: Um, I dunno if I have a favourite genre of music, I like lots of them, almost anything. My favourite band are called Feeder though, and my favourite song of theirs is Just The Way I'm Feeling, heheheh!
Zone: My favourite group are Muse, and their best song for me is Plug In Baby. As far as genres go, I like most of the cool stuff, rock and roll, metal, nu-metal. I'm a huge fan of rap too, the good kind like.
Ah Zone I must ask you... Well... Do you enjoy rolling around in Hamster Balls?
Zone: Hehe, well if that's not meant to be an innuendo, and you mean those plastic hollow ones, then I'm not crazy about them, and haven't been in many, but yeah, they're alright. If it was, also yes (smirks).
Who's older, Crysis or Zone?
Crysis: In terms of our coming into being, I'm a few years older like we talked about above. "In-character" I'm just over half a year older.
No laser guns, lightsabres, bombs or other weapons allowed; who would win in a pata-a-pata fight (I figure Crysis has the advantage but he's also a bit of a bitch)?
Crysis: Heeey (blushes meekly)...
Zone: Haha, well while that was a kinda mean way of saying it, you're probably more or less right with that guess. I hate admitting it, but Crysis is more agile, bigger, and over twice my weight, so if we went all out statistically I'd lose. But I'd win anyway (pokes tongue out).
What's your favourite food?
Crysis (misty-eyed): Ooohh, this might surprise some people, but (sighs blissfully)... I really love pizza. It's so wonderful, it, it's like the greatest tasty invention ever. Start with a big plate that you can eat, cus it's made out of yummy bread, pour that tomato stuff on it for a flavour base, and then just drown it all in melted cheese, and... It's so good (bounces excitedly)! What an amazing creation, such simple elegant genius, it's incredible. I'm a vegetarian, but anything else on top of that is a bonus, and then someone invented stuffed crust too (hugs tail and sways dreamily)...
Zone: Well he's out of commission for a bit (snickers). Pizza is way awesome, I love it too, but my favourite food would have to be vanilla ice cream with chocolate sauce. The contrasting tastes, dark and light meeting in forbidden union on your tongue, clashing between softness and richness, mmm, it is just... An unholy alliance. It seems simple, I know, but it is so nakedly exquisite (licks lips).
What business do rodents have being in duels?
Zone: What business don't we have? Just because we happen to be cute and furry doesn't mean we have less of a choice in what we do with our lives. You might as well ask Malali, or any of the numerous ass-kicking women that duel, what business they have being out of the kitchen. I imagine they'll be happy to make you a knuckle sandwich.
If you have a dollar, and I have a dollar, who has more money?
Crysis: Um... D-don't we have the same amount (looks round unsurely)? You can have my dollar, if that'd help.
You seem to hold some different personal values from humans - what are your views on sex?
Crysis (very shyly): Um... It's nice, I hear.
Zone: Hehe, I think we're supposed to say a bit more than that. Well as far as I go, I do find the way most humans look at sex a little weird and funny. They make it such an immensely taboo subject, like it's a source of shame or something, with all this checking nobody else overhears and it all being off in a corner with hushed whispers to a trusted few, like they're discussing a conspiracy to kidnap the president's daughter or something. I'm not saying I think everyone should go on about it all the time, but people don't seem to have any problem saying they're going to the toilet, and I find imagining that a bigger gross-out than thinking about anyone getting laid. Sex is kinda special, but it's also natural, and how the whole species, as well as most other life on the planet continues to exist, so like, we've all got one of two setups, it's not as if you're some kind of freak or minority, so it baffles me. As far as its ties to intimacy and relationships go, so long as everyone involved is consenting and there's not a sound reason not to, like cheating on someone or one person being too young to really understand the choice or something, then I don't see any reason why sex should ever be wrong or "bad".
Crysis: Um, f-for me... I think sex is what you make of it. It's an expression, to the person or people you share it with, and whatever meaning you put into that gesture is what it is. Whether you use it to have a good time with people you meet, or save it for one person you want to have a relationship with, then, that's what it means, I think. Myself, um (blushes)... I would share it with someone I felt love for, if they also felt that way, and wanted to (smiles shyly).
Is there anyone (celebrity or not/dead or alive) that you really want to meet? Why?
Zone: Oh man, that's a tough one, where to begin? I guess we're only doing real people, not fictional characters, but still. There's a lot of people it'd be great to meet, actors and musicians and comedians and such, as well as pretty much everyone from the NDL and a lot of people from Neoseeker, and friends we know online. If we don't count them since that's a bit of a cop-out though? Just picking one person, then SirRonLionHeart. Check him out on YouTube if you wanna see why.
Crysis: Hahah, same for me! Just one day with him would be fantastic!
Do you have a favourite kid's show?
Zone (singing): In Dexter's Laboratory, dum, dum...
Crysis (joins in): Lives the smartest boy, you've ever seeeeen!
Zone: But Dee Dee blows his experiments...
Crysis: To smithereeeeens!
Zone: There is gloom and doom while things go booooom-
Crysis/Zone (together): IN DEXTER'S LAAAAAAAAB!
Zone: Hahahaha! Love that show. Also a big fan of Johnny Bravo, which probably isn't too surprising, since I'm basically what you'd get if you crossed Dexter with Johnny Bravo and wrapped the result in fur.
Crysis: Heheh, I um, I like The Powerpuff Girls.
Zone (snorts): That's just too good.
Crysis (blushing): What? I do. Um... I like Tom and Jerry a lot too.
Zone: No argument there, classic. Respect Jerry (thumps chest twice and gives peace sign).
Are there any other fictional characters you admire/look up to?
Crysis: Oh boy, another tricky one. Where d'you think we should start?
Zone: Well we've already talked quite a bit about other characters in the League we like, so let's skip that. We'll be dedicating thousands of words to them in a duel one day if we get our way, hehe. That said there are a lot of characters I think are awesome, from books, movies, comics and games, like Batman as mentioned earlier, Sephiroth or Snake, out of Metal Gear Solid, to name just a few. To avoid being at this all day though, I'll narrow it down to a couple of favourites that everyone knows and say James Bond and Darth Vader. Bond gets all the girls, kicks ass and uses cool gadgets, which I love, and the one I use most is a red lightsabre, so, come on, plus not counting before he put the black mask on, Vader is pretty much the most iconic incarnation of badass intimidation in the history of popular fiction.
Crysis: Heheh, boy, I'm still having a hard time thinking who to pick (rubs head). I look up to a lot of characters for different things, like Goku from Dragon Ball, or Sonic the Hedgehog, or Rocky Balboa, the boxer. I guess I should keep it to just a couple as well though, so I would say Spider-Man, and Stitch, the Disney character. Spider-Man cus he's funny, and usually manages to enjoy himself while being the hero, even if things get really tough, and Stitch because instead of just going along with the way he was made and his nature, he made a choice for himself, and that choice was companionship and family.
Do you have any last words you'd like to add?
Zone: Well, we managed to get through that with only one use of the word "penis". I feel kinda proud, hehe.
Crysis: Two now (giggles).
Zone: Oh that doesn't count (sticks out tongue). So, you wanna say anything to wrap this up buddy?
Crysis: Yes please! Thank you very much to everyone for sending us these questions! We feel really, really honoured to be the first to appear on The Coil, and we couldn't have done it if you hadn't, so thanks for making it all possible. We've enjoyed doing this a whole lot, and hope you enjoy reading it too, and that we've laid down a great beginning for everyone that comes after us to follow on from!
[color=#666666]This message was edited on 2014-06-01T09:10:56-07:00.
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