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| Deleted User | Oct 4 2005, 12:58 AM Post #1 |
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(OOC: I'm aware of the fact this post makes the Nurse's Office feel quite a bit bigger than it really is. Keep in mind this is coming from the perspective of a blind man who has not been here since the previous one was destroyed and rebuilt into this one) No sooner had the sliding door to the Nurse's office cracked open then a rush of people on both sides stormed into one another. Caleb, Brian, Noriko and Alara had not been running, but they were met by two nurses who seemed to have nothing else to do. They began talking before anyone could even muster a word... “Oh my God, what happened to him?!” “You fools, fighting is against the school rules to begin with, and then you go and do this-” “And you're hurt also! It still amazes me they won't close those damned Gravity Chambers-” SILENCE! Both Nurses' eyes widened and their jaws dropped when Caleb finally raised his head and 'looked' at them with his pure white eyes. Both nurse's instantly knew who this was and that it had been his voice in their heads, in their very souls. Caleb Prometheus was a well documented student in both the Nurse's office and the Domino Hospital; an oddity that no one seemed to be able to figure out. It had actually been Domino Clinic that had spotted the oddities, like the fact that his genetic make up was not even close to human, and that his heart contained some sort of crystalline structure that gave him more power. There was also something with his eyes, a fact that in going blind they too had been better formed for use of his powers, but Caleb and his family had left Domino clinic after just one night there... one very long, very tiring night of attempting to save his soul from darkness. So here he was again, looking bruised and battered, and carrying in the body of some giant of a student whom it looked like he picked a fight with. “This is Lance Lo'Thorum, long time student of AHS. He has been brutally wounded by magical means, I require a bed and a room for him and the people with me so that we can help him.” Caleb's tone was flat, but it seemed to making an attempt to ask the nurses rather than order them around. However, unlike at other schools where a student might not know what was going on with a physical or mental problem, the students here seemed to have the uncanny ability to know without needing to run tests first. It was always a gamble to take their words for it, but when the students were right, lives were saved. “We don't have a bed big enough-” “We'll put you in one of the private rooms for long term patients though. I can assume you all are probably going to try and help him, but we are going to run some tests once we get him settled down-” “That's fine...” Caleb muttered, waiting for the sounds of the nurse's footsteps to show him the way. High heels on linoleum flooring made wonderful sounds bits for a blind man to track someone, in fact Caleb had not had it this easy to simply follow someone in a long time. They walked in an odd mannerism of silence together, reaching the elevator and waiting patiently against faint background music to arrive at their floor. Needless to say, it was about the most awkward part of the entire journey, standing their huddled together while the nurses chattered on, and Caleb refused to speak. In fact, he had hardly said two words while they were rushing over here anyway... The elevator stopped, but the doors stayed closed just long enough for Caleb to consider just how large of a medical ward this school had. Rumor had it that this so called 'Nurses' Office' Was better staffed and cared for then Domino and Tokyo combine, especially after some of the later campus invasions. Caleb himself was probably partly to blame for the increased trauma ward, having almost died from a gunshot wound administered by Teo's bastard brother no less than nine months ago. At the time, they had taken him to Domino due to the sheer technological advantages of that hospital, but now that he thought about it, Caleb just as easily could have been kept here. “Over here...” The younger of the two nurses muttered toward the group while opening a doorway to the left of the elevator. “This room is somewhat large, but please don't make too much noise while you are doing whatever you are going to attempt at. We have other patients you know, and a few of them need just as much help as this boy...” The nurses flew at breakneck speeds once Caleb set Lance down on a bed. In less then ten seconds, he was hooked into every monitor the room had along with an IV that would force feed nutrients into his systems. Noriko grabbed Caleb's hand, well aware of the fact that he was probably angry with the entire situation, possibly the entire world. However, she too wanted to know what was running through his brain, like why he had chosen the three of them instead of the others? What value could any of them be to Lance right now anyway? The Nurses left, closing the door behind them. Caleb paced over to Lance's side, but looked back at the group he had brought with him. “I promised I would explain when we got here...” He muttered softly, soft enough so that only Brian Alara and Noriko would here him. He gulped, swallowing the want to shed another bundle of tears for his best friend, hoping that now he could do what Lance and his other family had done for him. But they would not have Odin with them this time, nor would they have Orion. Caleb was on his own to play navigator in a tormented soul. “I chose you because each of you has a specific attribute that can help both Lance and myself. I originally intended on invading his soul and fixing it myself, but each time I tried his will mixed with that bloody spell through me out. This is where you, Alara and Brian, come in. Alara, you have a condition of almost ever changing emotions, which while it makes it quite hard to grasp the concepts of your soul and connect to them; it also provides a very grand distraction toward Lance. Since he does not know you personally, neither him nor the spell will be able to reject you. In essence, you will be inside Lance's soul, connected to his spirit. I need you to keep him busy, keep him focused on something other than his hatred for me. “Brian, I'm sorry that I haven't admitted it until now; but I know of some of your capabilities. I believe you may have the power to break that enchantment off of his soul if I can just get you in there and let you work on it. I don't think I can join you on this because Lance's soul is in direct opposition to mine, any actions I make through a connection have to be subtle else we will get thrown out entirely. “Noriko, I need you as an anchor to this world. You've been connected to me before, you understand what it is like to be entwined at the deepest possible level. If you are outside Lance's soul, keeping at least a part of me here... then I can pull the balancing act to allow Alara and Brian to save Lance while not awakening his pure hatred of me. If I do fail, you two will be bounced out and we'll probably all have migraines for a day... and Lance will die.” Caleb took a moment to stop, to calm his emotions and reach deeper into the plans that he had built so secretly. Teo and Winter right now would have been the worst choices possible for this situation, mainly because their conflicting feelings would leave Caleb trying to comfort them while trying to save Lance. With Brian, Caleb already knew it was useless to comfort him; and the same for Alara. “This is of course assuming you are still willing to help.” He looked down, honestly afraid to cheat and use his vision to see their thoughts. Would these people willingly put their own lives and souls on the line for someone who they hardly knew, someone whom only Caleb seemed to think was still trustworthy? He would know soon enough. |
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| Deleted User | Oct 4 2005, 02:22 AM Post #2 |
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Silence, bleeding silence. That’s all he had to pull on when he was told to stop sulking about what his word meant and just be the friend he wanted to be for Caleb. That was enough to chew on certainly for the distance between the Courtyard and the Nurses office. Didn’t make all that much sense, levels of subterfuge and need, they had always been a nessicity friendship only seemed to come by trials by fire. Not honesty, nor good intentions had been able to keep his friends around. Friends were never that simple it wasn’t in his history to suggest so. Revolutionary ideas though didn’t have time to be hammered out when they all seemed to be running on the clock. His feet followed while his mind took a vacation, and on automatic lead him within Caleb’s selected group to their destination. The Nurse’s Office, it was familiar a bit to him; the faces, the walls, and the air all reminded him. Just why he often refused to come here, for anything less than serious wounds, they all reminded him of a friend lost, one he witnessed pass from this world on a hospital bed. His closest friend, one possibly as close as Noriko was to Caleb now, as he faced down their first challenge to gain entry to a bed. Caleb jumped again, the continuation of the venomous inspiration he seemed to instill in the people around him once again took effect on these nurses. Who aided them like soliders falling into Caleb’s ranks, new information, and it was off to the long-term ward. Still before he knew it they were at the bedside, the patient in front of them suffering in a slow silence. Brian wasn’t quick to forgive the man for trying to kill Caleb, however his heart was softened seeing Caleb gaze at Lance with an admeration, perhaps a deep respect. He was shamed by it. Caleb kicked into leadership mode, venom gone replaced with a soft pleading Caleb desperately needed all of their help. It was different knowing their nessicity as he ran down each person, why they were necessary. Caleb’s need of them, it seemed to take a toll on him, and being the leader over them was hurting him as much as the knowlage that he couldn’t do it alone. Caleb unlike himself was a hero he raised to the occasion not falling, stumbling, and tripping towards a goal that was impossible. His goals were possible but in this moment, to reach it he needed to get the people around him to ally themselves to the commitment he was displaying. Brian knew it was the direct opposite to himself, he often thought only of himself, justified he thought because he needed the help and focus. With failing at every turn he made Brian felt like no hero, no person able to do any deed more than scraping by at a survival. He glanced sidelong at the girl whose Emotions would rotate at will. She at least never had to suffer the emotion that burdened him always. Rotainting at will in that context seemed like a boon of a power. He was getting familiar with empaths like Teo’s club who would view emotions of people and try to alter their moods but this Alara’s power seemed like a prefect response she would just change it back, or to something completely new. Able to cut the burdens free and just be happy when it was nesseccary for her. Noriko would be Caleb’s grounding, his reality in the world, begrudgingly Brian saw his connection with her. The strongest probably out of all, of Caleb’s friends present here, and among those out there on the memorial fields. Noriko and he were connected so stongly he remembered how happy he had once been with the firend who had passed on in a bed much like the one Lance slept in. Noriko’s job made perfect sense here. Alara the distraction, first one in, she would make Lance’s soul and the spell focus completely on her. A scary position since it was his domain they were invading, Caleb could only hope that her courageous emotion was on top at the moment of entry. Brian was to fight the spell, how Caleb figured out his ability was beside the point apparently. He would destroy the spell and free Lance to be Caleb’s friend and ally once more,. He’d do it. Noriko would be there to help Caleb bring them back. His strongest bond in the world they had started in and where to direct their souls on the return joruney from Lance. In theory it sounded fine. However, things going wrong were in Brian’s book more than the best laid plans. He saw Caleb’s downcast eyes, he wanted to hear their answers apparently, Soul sight, right he could see every emotion and thought that passed though him. Well at least he wouldn’t see this. He cast his gaze on Lance, his outrage had something to do with Eona, and was used for it, that’s what Caleb explained. Now, Lance was needed by Caleb, Brian made the only decision that made sense to him, if it wasn’t in his power to destroy the enchantment he’d take Lance’s place or die trying to save him. That’s all that could be expected from someone like himself, teeth set and he started thinking about his lost friends. It bought a tear to his eye but it was interference, Caleb shouldn’t know everything that was going on in his heart. Pulling up a chair next to Lance’s bed he sat heavily, Tlachtga dispite being rested against the wall tilted over as the spearhead rested on Brian's shoulder. “Couldn’t stop me, even if you had no plan.” |
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| Deleted User | Oct 4 2005, 12:17 PM Post #3 |
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Alara was still blissfully unaware, even as she followed the odd procession out of the courtyard. She was needed! It still felt good, like a warm glow from within her, and not even her blatant confusion of the situation could cloud that away or distract her. As they neared the edges of the courtyard, however, something did stop her, and she glanced back. Kaz had a puzzling expression on, one that even she, a half-Whin, could not figure out. Was it...nostalgia? No, it couldn't be with how creased his brow was. Even as she thought this, Alara thought she caught a furtive glance in her direction from the strange man. She wished him luck silently before scampering after Caleb and his friends, the patter of her loafers echoing on the cement. The Nurse's Office. She had to admit that she had been curious about the large building near the center of the school, but nothing had led her to believe this was a mere office! This was an entire hospital down to the snake-entwined alchemist symbol above the door and the white shoes of the sensible nurse. One was wearing high heels, and Alara did not envy her for the blisters she would have by the end of the day. Oh well. They weren't her feet as she half-listened to their rugoodoo over dragging an unconscious giant through their doors. As quickly as they had been startled into words, they had been startled into silence by Caleb's shout. Alara flinched, grasping the wall for support as her blue-green eyes widened. Her soul had just shouted at her in Caleb's voice! What kind of place was this? Would the wonders never cease? Her mental outrage carried her through the long halls of the hospital ward, confused and bewildered by that strange shout. For the first time, Alara also began to really question what she was doing here and why a blind, white-haired imp needed her help anyway. Well, he certainly didn't need her to dance with how tenderly he manuevered his friend into an all-too-small hospital bed. Who would need a dancer, anyway? Her ire melted away to sorrow as she wondered over that question again. The last of that warm glow had vanished without a trace, and while she remembered it, there was no evoking it back as a wave of tears flooded down her cheeks. Leave it to her own wandering mind to mess up what little hope she had had! At least her tears weren't angry ones, rolling down her cheeks to splash on the hospital floor. Caleb was talking again. She heard the bit about her emotions, and a new flood went through her. Silent fury welled up within her again. Was he insulting her? A glance at the bed told her no, but still, how was she supposed to NOT want to kill Caleb in the giant's soul with such words? Sorrow. That was how. Caleb looked on the verge of tears himself, and Alara's anger dissappeared without a trace again. She grew ravenously curious as she looked between the giant and the white-haired young man, and belatedly, she realized this was probably the best emotion to go in with. Pure distraction, huh? What did the giant need distraction from? Why was he angry with Caleb? What could make him want to kill this creature that looked upon him with such adoration and sorrow? She nearly bounced on her toes, eager and curious enough to alarm anything watching her. Alara was still weak emotionally, but there was a fire within her that burned to be quenched. "I am with you, Caleb," she said, a little too enthusiastically for the somber ward of the hospital, but still, she meant it. "After all, you helped me out my first day. I'll help you out where I can. Turnabout is fair play, yes?" |
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| SoulReflections | Oct 4 2005, 01:09 PM Post #4 |
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((OOC: I changed Tamara's clinic location, to the school infirmary on request, meaning that Tamara's already there when the group of them arrived )) Tamara was distracted away from her single-minded intention to find Teo, Winter, Cyra, Silence and whomever else was with them, as she heard the sound of rushed footsteps echoing on the floor, coming right her way - three figures were coming into view, or so it seemed; one appeared like a grotesque disfigured monsters for but a moment, then she realized that it was only one man - but carrying the body of another. She paused a moment at the sheer size of whomever the unconscious person was, then she caught ahold of herself and with a worried frown stepped back into the office she had just left - her concern mixing with a touch of fear, and agitation. She could not leave what could appear to be an emergency. "Tamara Oliveira!" Tamara flinched and turned resignedly about, to face the baleful stare of a second nurse whom had just appeared from the second room, apparently after having checked on another patient. Her hands were sliding down, to be placed firmly on her sides; her brow were going quickly down in a deep frown. The female empath reached her hands up in a soothing gesture and tried to smile apologizingly - a rather pale attempt, that seemed to have no effect except to make the woman more angry. "Don't yell at me ... please. I am okay, but ..." "No but's! You should be in your bed, and you know that; I heard Irma tell you herself that you needed rest earlier!" "No, I don't!" There was a sharp edge to her tone that made the nurse pause. "There is nothing wrong with me that sleep will cure. I have had enough sleep; three days of it. And somebody is in need of that bed more than me." Tamara glanced towards the door out to the hallway, where Irma had just entered from, carrying a glass filled with water in her left hand. Startled for a moment by seeing her patient up, Irma quickly put the glass down on the desk and focused her gaze on Tamara, with the same angry look and one unvoiced question on the tight line that her mouth were turning into. "Don't yell." She stepped quickly up next to Irma and grabbed ahold of the glass of water, then stepped back and backed up against the wall while gulping the water down greedily. The ache of her throat eased itself a little, and her eyes turned to the door where the four students now entered as well, immediately focusing on the two nurses who forgot all about Tamara, when they stood facing someone who had been injured. The empath remained still as she listened to the spetacle, studying their faces. She recognized immediately Brian and Cale, but the other two were unfamiliar to her. The giant was carried into the room that she had occupied only moments before, everything set up to keep him alive, while Caleb proceeded with taking charge in an attempt to save Lance's life. Listening to the intentions, Tamara stepped up back Caleb and tapped him on the shoulder. Her azure eyes were expressionless; she had no gift of healing, but she had the power to combine her own powers with another. She had not tried relinquishing control of such a connection - and with it every drop of power and soul that was in her body - to another, but in theory it should be possible. "Can I help?" She was still unable to project her emotions, but her thoughts and intentions would be clear to read for anyone to read, anyone with the slightest bit of empathic or telepathic ability. "I ... can't seem to draw upon my abilities myself right now; I don't know what has happened. But I know of your Soul Communion, and if you will establish the soul connection, then I will transfer my strength over to you. I understand what you are trying to do; you never told them what will happen to -you- in there, if you are resisted. Maybe it will fragment your mind. If anything happens ... I don't know, maybe I can act as a buffer." And try to keep everyone safe ... |
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| Deleted User | Oct 5 2005, 01:02 AM Post #5 |
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Caleb had been so focused about what he was going to do that everything seemed to be almost silent around him. Brian took his turn at agreeing to come with, along with Alara speaking as if she were still having a wonderful emotional bounce fest. Just how was he going to do this anyway? The plan seemed so clear just a second ago, but now Caleb was considering the minor overap called reality that he had not been paying attention to until now. When Caleb had been the one who needed saving, Odin had linked up to the dormat powers in Caleb's soul and taken everyone inside it, in effort our uniting the broken pieces. Odin had done it through him, through him... that was his power that had done it. He had done similar things for others, traveling through their memories and helping them fix souls... but could he do it now? Could he fix someone while trying to overcome all of his personal fears, his knowledge that Eona's death belonged to him, not Winter... It was Noriko that pulled him out of it. "Anchor? Do you mean I'm not going with you?" Her tone matched the one of slight anger, rightful anger mixed with caring. Caleb had promised he was not going to leave her out of this, out of his life... but after all the delays she found out she would be staying behind, on the outskirts. Maybe he was just trying to protect her, maybe he did actually need her in this way, but until she understood... well, Noriko had her arms crossed to say the least. "Yes Noriko. I can't enter Lance's soul directly like the others will be able to, but if they do that I too will get dragged in with them, unless there is someone here with a strong will who can help balance me. It's not keeping you on the sidelines at all I promise-" "I believe you Caleb." Noriko's arms lowered and her face gained a slight smile even through the darkness of the situation. "So don't count me out." Caleb gave a nod, a nerveous one that seemed to know he was going to get caught on dodging a subject of enermous magnitude. And then a finger touched his shoulder, almost causing him to jump through the roof. At least, his leg muscles tightened and his knees bent slightly. Luckily faster wisdom restrained fast reactions, and he chose to listen to the girl behind him rather than leap away from her. "Tamara?!" His mind instantly popped up with the image of a soul who refused to cause harm in the gravity chambers so long ago. Teo had originally told her about Caleb, but he hadn't seen her in so long he doubted either of them would have the right impression of one another. What was she doing here? Had she been hurt and Teo had not been able to protect her? Why had Caleb not been able to help her either? Once again another failure to a student of AHS, a person in this world who he was supposed to be protecting? Nothing could be done about that though, at least not at the moment. For now, the most he could do was save Lance, his best friend for so long. Tamara then spoke up, informing the rest of his friends about a dark truth that he had been trying so hard to keep a secret. Yes, the threat of having his mind fragmented was very real, in fact there was actually a good chance of that happening no matter what. It was a chance though that he was willing to take, and was going to take anyway. It did give him some relief in the end though, to hear that she was willing to help as apposed to just coach him on it. If she understood his powers that well, then her role would also be a necessary one as well. "Did you have to tell them about that part?" Caleb muttered somewhat under his breath, finally turning to face her. He gave an attempt at a smile, but failed miserbly . "And yes, you can help... If you understand my powers that much, I'm probably going to need your help..." "WHAT?!" Noriko on the other hand saw no reason not to give a fitting reaction. Her arms were back to crossed and if Caleb was able to see then he would have been frozen by the stare her blind eyes were giving him. "Why didn't you tell us about that?!" "Because it isn't all that important at the moment. We've proven before that my mind and soul can be fragmented and I'll pull through; and using you as an anchor will allow me to instantly transport Alara and Brian straight back into this room without them being harmed. I can do that and drop you and Tamara in an instant if things start going wrong, so it is a chance that I'm willing to take." "But if that happens-" "Then I get what I deserve for causing the death of my friends." Caleb's tone matched the point blank level of Noriko's only it seemed more refined. He did, after all, use it quite a bit against his enemies... "No, I don't accept that. You told Winter not to blame himself, and then you turn around and pull his tricks? So help me God if you don't survive this okay..." She was angry, steaming even, but in the meantime Noriko also saw it as useless to argue. When Caleb was going to do something, there was truly no stopping him. The most she could hope for was to be an anchor to his soul, to keep him in this world with her... and most of all to not loose him ever again. Caleb let a moment of silence pass over before he spoke again. His eyes slide away from a narrow gaze into a look that seemed lost between a mixture of all emotions. These people, his friends and family; they were looking to him as a leader now. He had to lead, he had to be strong... "If you are all ready, let's get started..." He began the connection alone with Noriko, his soul envoploping hers and wrapping it tight in caring feelings. She of course responded just as fiercly, but this time with a little happiness that he had conected to her first above anyone else. Next, Caleb connected with Tamara, using her soul as a window into the room in order to take a look at his friends before he would do the deed that he knew Brian hated. At last, he reached out to both Brian and Alara's souls, grabbing them both and gently lifting them up... transplanting them into- himself. They would be standing in a simple field of white, a simple memory of Caleb's that was from a peaceful realm that his father had envisioned. Caleb appeared standing next to them, but in the meantime he could still feel as if he was back in the real world, he could still sense Noriko's questions and will to keep him alive, and he could sense Tamara's power being transfered to him. Thank you... would echo across their minds, a calm voice springing from within Caleb. I should have warned you first, but I needed to test this one someone other than our target to see if I could keep up. Alara, Brian? I warped you two into my soul just to make sure I could dual concentrait. 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| Deleted User | Oct 5 2005, 01:34 AM Post #6 |
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Brian already made his decision, as Tamara added a new wrinkle to Caleb’s plan it wasn’t like Brian was surprised. Of course Caleb kept some of the grittier details to himself, it was to be expected, he wanted it to go unhitched and without the thought of failure. He was keeping his own secret intents and plans out of this plan, Caleb didn’t seem to know them yet he would have said something foolish like Caleb himself was more expendable. Brian merely crossed his arms at the thought of someone’s soul being fractured in this process. Caleb’s wouldn’t be the one who fractured given the process involved even if he tried to remove Brian from harm. Brian would do anything he could to prevent Caleb from being hurt even if that was to stop Caleb himself. Slowly he bore witness to the people that would remain on this side of the veil connect to Caleb. Brian felt if he shifted his eyesight to view their life forces it would paint a clear picture of the bond that was being established between them. Caleb then turned towards he and Alara, Brian thought sourly for the moment on saving Caleb now not only from himself, but to save his friend. His eyes grew heavy and the chair creaked moan fully beneath him as 300 pounds of metal was shifted from weighing on Brian’s feet to the chair. Next thing Brian knew he was standing in a field of white with the other two soul combatants. Caleb who would direct them and Alara who would distract things for the plan to work quickly. He raised his hand in expectation to see once again the soul that belonged to the prison that was his body. Instead, all that was there to see was his physical red furred hand. It was a shock; he was himself not the mysticism that his last visit to the realm of souls suggested he was. He had something all to himself did he… no? Brian shook his mind free of such thoughts it was merely a testament to Caleb’s skill. “I’m more than ready, seems you’ve got this connection thing down. Your buddy Odin couldn’t get me looking like myself last time I was here. We’re going to finish this plan without a hitch” Brian’s confidence had swelled knowing how skillful Caleb had to be to get him like this, as himself without being merely a mask. Caleb had to know him very well now. Their friendship meant something and this was the proof of it. Caleb saw him for himself. |
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| Deleted User | Oct 6 2005, 12:23 PM Post #7 |
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Alara tried her best to pay attention as another figure appeared, but her curiosity was already aimed at the young man in the hospital bed. Something beyond her own selfish resolve to prove herself had awakened, and not even the young girl that had followed them could draw her attention away with her outbursts at Caleb. Though, there was a moment of slight relief as she realized he must be shouted at a lot around here. Lance. This friend of Caleb's and what could have been his murderer was called Lance. The world lurched around her at the end of her thought, a sudden calm spreading through Alara's soul like the hug of a loved one...pulling her toward itself and yet reassuring in complete trust that she couldn't describe. With a sigh of relief, Alara opened her eyes, not remembering when she had closed them. White. Pure white surrounded them, and yet, there was a vague shape and form to it lingering just at the corners of her eyes. A plain with grassy knolls, or at least, that's what she thought she saw. Brian, the first figure she had been able to make out in all this whiteness, seemed to be deep in thought, and Caleb...Caleb looked relieved of something. Curiosity welled up within her again as she watched the young man silently.
Her curiosity dropped in lieu of open fury. "What?! You mean you didn't know if you could do this to us?" Alara snarled. She was shouting in Greek, her anger smothering out reason. "Why didn't you just throw a brick at us and hope for the best? I'll throw a brick at you, you idiotic imp!" It was as she was searching for something to throw at him that she realized such threats were useless here. What would she toss? A handful of nothing? Her anger melted away to embarrassment as another epiphamy occurred. Since they were in his soul, he could probably destroy her entirely. It would be best to put on a demure attitude and strangle him later. Besides, Alara still wanted to know what had caused this giant such grief. Without warning, she was overcome with that unquenchable curiosity again, bouncing on her toes as she muttered an apology in Japanese. At least he would understand that and not her insults, adding a quick "Please don't do anything like this again without knowing what will happen...Are we going to see him, now? Will this take very long? Is this going to be very dangerous?" |
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| SoulReflections | Oct 7 2005, 10:35 PM Post #8 |
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Tamara listened quietly; her mouth tightening as he mentioned dropping her off if things started to go wrong. She could not accept that. He was the doctor of this operation; everything depended on him, and so he could not be allowed to sacrifice himself. With luck, though, nothing would go wrong; she was not sure what she could do to prevent disaster from striking if it went wrong - she could not force control away from Caleb, and push him out if he tried to play martyr. Maybe one of the others could, though? No, this operation had to go smoothly, if everyone was to be kept safe. She could only hope, and pray, and pour every ounch of power her mind had, into the bond and the young Avian. She was intensely curious about his powers; from Teo's and Winter's description, a few of them were like hers - feeling them, as his mind wrapped itself around hers, however, was entirely alien. Strangely familiar, but alien. This was not empathy, was it? No, it was different, but still alike. She relinquished control over her powers, and allowed them to flow through her, into the connection, and over to Caleb; sensing his feelings and intentions as she did that. As he accepted the control, she could feel her connection to her body diminish, until she was only vaguely aware of herself standing motionless in the room, while her mind travelled with Caleb, into his own mindscape. Thank you... I should have warned you first, but I needed to test this one someone other than our target to see if I could keep up. Alara, Brian? I warped you two into my soul just to make sure I could dual concentrait. If I hadn't been able to, you all would just be standing around that hospital room looking at a new clapsed body on the floor. Thankfully it worked. Are you ready to get started? With both Brian and Alara present inside him, as well, she could sense their emotions as vividly as his, and winced inside at the girl's burst of anger. She understood her reasons very well - though there had been no danger to them at all; only to himself. She could not be angry at him for that herself, though; she understood his willingness to take a risk for another, and it had to be tried if Lance was to have any chance of surviving. Neither of you would have been hurt if he could not keep it up; he would simply loose control over us, and most likely over his consciousness, as well. Don't be angry, though; you'll make it harder for him if you get upset." She tried very hard to maintain neutral emotions, but concern and agitation kept bubbling up. She kept it suppressed as best she was able to, praying silently for this to go well. "I'm as ready as I'll ever be ... " |
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| Deleted User | Oct 8 2005, 11:14 AM Post #9 |
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Noriko was still kind of blown away at what was goin on, but all that she could count on was the fact she could feel Caleb as though he were apart of her, clinging into this world as well as another. She was still able to hear their voices, they were just ever so faint in the background... I'll hold you Caleb, go... Caleb gave Brian another nod while he was standing in the infinite white background. Right now, it would be hard to speak on idol chit chat, but Caleb was pleased to here Brian's compliment. Sure, maybe Odin knew how to use Caleb's powers to its limits, but he wasn't nearly as good with getting things straight. Actually, if he hadn't of bothered to actually get to know Brian, he probably would have done no better... but no matter. Then Alara started going off in-greek? Caleb had almost forgotten of her origins, but in the meantime this gave him a hand up on her. He understood specifically every word she used because he to had been raised off of Greece for the first ten years of his life. For now though, that was just another secret to hold, a little bit of vengence he would use on Alara later. Noriko's confrimation followed by Tamara's meant that this odd group was ready to give their stab at something that if successful, would probably belong in some sort of record. Then all they would have to do is survive the nightfall... Then let us begin... Through using his ties to Noriko, Caleb pulled part of himself back into the real world and began focusing on Lance's soul. Tamara had been completely correct in the fact that this could easily fragment his mind and soul, he was more than beginning to understand just how it would happen if things went wrong. Straining a little, he uses his own powers to reach out into Lance, just barely connecting so that Lance would hopefully not be aware tha Caleb had done so. This was the critical moment, if Lance awakened and threw him out it could be a coupe de grace on Caleb... but everything went fine. If possible, he would have sighed in relief, but currently he found himself to spread out to maintain that sort of control over his own body. Hopefully his body would remember to breath on its own... Caleb focused once again on the plain that Brian and Alara were, this was another tricky part. He had to give them a gate way into Lance through himself, which if he had been thinking about it as apposed to doing it would have truly confused him. He focused more, and a gateway would appear before them. Although he originally intended on allowing them to walk through it, the overall ackwardness of the mental situation made the gateway into more of a miniture black hole that sucked them straight into Lance's soul.... ______________________________________________________________________ Brian and Alara would find themselves standing in a dead forest, a rather odd area with a brisk bit of snow and awefully threatening thunder clouds up above them. Although Caleb could still feel them, he could not enter directly into Lance without causing Lance to throw him right back out. The only thing Caleb could do now was act like the balancer, a sort of puppet master who'se friends were in dangereous territory without his direct ability to help. Doing all this at once was beginning to nag at him, he could feel his forehead beginning to grow in its amount of pain. That was no matter, for now, Caleb would take that pain... Lance's soul, in the meantime, was not doing much of anything. In fact, there was an eerie silence over the forest, even the river running in the background seemed to make no noise. If either Brian or Alara took a closer look, they would notice that there was some sort of large golden doorway half in and half out of the river, but some sort of gold colored human shaped creature was pounding on it, not to open it, but to break it down... And then it sounded off. Far away at first, but growing ever closer came the cries of a man with what seemed to be a Scottish accent. If they looked deeper in the forest, they would notice a giant of a man kneeling before a gravestone in the middle of the forest, hugging it and crying over it at the same time. No doubt about it, that would be Lance, but then who was the golden man? |
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| Deleted User | Oct 8 2005, 06:09 PM Post #10 |
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Caleb faded out of his own realm the three rings circus act that they were going to be apart of was starting. Brian really didn’t feel he had the time nor the had much of the inclined to get to know the girl who shortly before started ranting at Caleb mostly in languages he didn’t understand. Then push to a quick apology in the one language he did understand. She was as chaotic as Caleb had suggested for his plan, hopefully that would work for the distraction, and it also said to him that she would snapping at him for no apparent reason if he started idle conversation. Course the sudden pulling sensation wasn’t unnoticed, what ever just happened he felt like he could see the spirals sucking into a point. His pads skidded along the ground till he was lifted away from the precious sense of ground he had previously been accustomed to. The pathway was tight, painful and chaotic they were forced quickly from one sane soul to one who didn’t want to be bothered or were particularly sane. He was stripped of his trench coat, in a sense of the soul; he’d lost a powerful layer of protection. Somewhere Brian knew, this was as dangerous for him as Caleb had been making it out for himself. It suddenly ended, he was glad for it, and he felt the difference. Here was nothing like Caleb’s white planes. It was vivid and while not quite alive represented well the cold of winter. He looked about trying to get his bearings this place seemed small… one side seemed to be a golden man, against a golden door, but golden man beating a golden door in this realistic setting just seemed wrong. The weeping was however new; he hadn’t even noticed it till then that this realm was silent except for the weeping of the man who owned this place. He didn’t look to Alara she knew her part he hoped. “Take care of Lance, don’t let him know I’m here… it looks like I’ve got some fighting to do.” Brian left their point of arrival in a rush; the goal was the golden boy and the doorway. What he would do their rushed though his mind, attack the boy’s back, blast though it’s spine with a chi blast, aim for where he thought the heart was stop it’s beating. Obliterate this golden menace from ever breaking that door. Now two things had dictated Brian’s growth, first were his years of solitude, where his only friend had been a cunning pixie who tormented him with her magical residue. He’d learned to destroy that residue, to undo magic at its basic components to avoid injury. Second was his year at Anime high school where he had been apart of one war, dozens of small encounters, and constant threat of fighting and pain. He had no reason to ever error on the side of caution, to ever even have an inclined to help the people around him. Except the wailing Lance struck him and he was reminded of those he lost. He skidded to a stop; he couldn’t just bash this beast from behind. It was too much of a risk he might destroy the wrong part. He twisted for a moment with indecision he was far enough to be well out of attacking range but if the door burst open he’d be on the beast well before he walked though it. “Hey! Leave the damn door alone!” |
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| Deleted User | Oct 8 2005, 09:52 PM Post #11 |
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Alara blinked as the world around her flexed again. It was so strange, seeing this coming and going of worlds, but then again, she hadn't known what to expect to begin with. A cloudy haven? A gooey mess? Not this pure nothingness, and her expectations of Lance's soul grew to the point of fantasy. Would there be nothing there, too? No, every soul was different. That's what they taught in every religion, wasn't it? Would the world be similar because he was Caleb's friend? Her own curiosity plagued her until she thought of something... What would my soul look like? Alara shuddered violently, setting aside the thought as quickly as it had come. She didn't need to ask herself that question more than once. She knew the answer and didn't like it. Chaos. It would be a place of constant turmoil and strife within herself, like an earthquake that rattled the ground and then toppled the mountains before passing as if nothing had ever happened. It was this passing that would be her biggest fear and unease. As if nothing had ever happened...This was how she acted around Caleb sometimes. As if Hanta had never 'happened.' This was how she always felt. As fickle as an earthquake, but leaving lasting damage on others. The swampy mass of dead forest was not what she had expected when Lance's soul came into view around them. Caleb was gone. He said he would be laying low, and quite frankly, she was glad he was sticking to his word. If the giant had been ready to kill him for some reason out there in the real world, what would he do if he found the blind man invading his soul? Through the mists, Alara could see a golden figure pounding on a gate of some sort, but it was of little concern as she searched for Lance. While interesting, her mood was determined, peering through the dead trees with a creased brow. There were many things she wanted to ask, but only one person she could get to answer them. Crying over a large stone, she found the giant, his face wrought with pain that made her own heart clench for a moment.
Brian. Another person she would have been enraptured to question, but still, she clung to the determined mood she had found upon entering the soul of the giant. With a nod, Alara stepped away from the young man and started toward Lance. How should she go about this? All Caleb said was distract him...Should she wave her arms and shout? No, that would be too obvious... An idea occurred to her, and she changed her course to circumnavigate the giant and his crying stone, coming around to the other side. At least if he looked up, he wouldn't see Brian fighting whatever it was pounding on that gateway. She would distract Lance and save him from this place... Alara's breath and feet halted in unison as she spotted the stone's writing over the giant's shoulder. She had considered the poor man mad, but this dispelled that notion entirely, shattering her own nerve and resolve to pure shock. Distant, she fell to her knees and continued to stare at the rock. It wasn't a rock...It was a headstone! The name on it...Oh, Light of Mercy! The name on it! "Eona..." Alara whispered, transfixed by the headstone. Her heart hammered mercilessly in her chest, sending blood through her ears and drowning out all thoughts except a new wave of grief. Why would he put this here? What twisted being pretended such a wonderful young girl was dead? The truth, however, was even more sickening as she recalled what the giant had screamed at Caleb while she foolishly prattled on to Kaz. Eona was dead, and Lance knew she was dead because of... No! Focus! This has to be wrong. Caleb is trying to save Lance, not kill him! And he didn't kill Eona, either. She's just been gone a while, and you're worried. That's all. Don't let your imagination get the best of you, Alara! Focus! As much as she berated herself, though, the tombstone remained. Why did Lance think she was dead? Before she knew it, that heated curiosity welled back up within her, and she was saved from her shocked state, climbing fraily back up. Clearing her throat, she tried her best to smile as warmly as possible. "Lance," she called gently. "Why are you crying?" One question at a time, Alara thought. Slowly, so he can trust you...One question at a time... |
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| SoulReflections | Oct 9 2005, 10:48 PM Post #12 |
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She had attempted to prepare herself mentally for the entry, but the black hole and the sudden change of atmosphere still took her aback, and it took her a moment to accustom herself to the scenario. She was present as a tag-along to Caleb; attached to him by the bond and sensing what he was sensing, but she was not quite present the way Alara and Brian was. Which could have been a blessing in disguise, because as Caleb were the connection, she was not forced to deal with Lance's emotions and mental chaos. Surveying the surroundings through the input she received from Caleb, Tamara soon catched notice of a giant shape that had to be Caleb - the clearly tormented state he was in, cut the empath right into the heart; her physical body's eyes started burning with beginning tears. She paid it no heed. All her attention was focused on the situation in Lance's mind. She abruptly became aware of discomfort in Caleb, and turned her attention back in him; the strain of keeping himself hidden and giving them all a clear connection into Lance, was starting to wear down on him. He didn't seem the slightest bit affected by it, but she could feel the pain building up in his forehead. "Caleb, are you able to split the connection up between us? I can take some of the pressure." Her mental voice sounded worried, and with good reason. The current pain would only grow, the longer he upheld the connection, and if they got into trouble, it could very well grow to proportions that could cause an overload of his brain. “Take care of Lance, don’t let him know I’m here… it looks like I’ve got some fighting to do.” Tamara pulled her attention away from the Avian and back to the two others; to Brian in particular. She had not really noticed the golden man before now. Seeing him nearly made the empath gawk; what was he? Some sort of alternate personality of Lance's? Or an intruder? How on earth had he gotten -in-? And why was he trying to destroy the door ...? "What aspect of lance does that door represent ...? Brian, wait ..." She quieted down as she realized Brian wasn't going to attack the golden figure head on. |
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| Deleted User | Oct 10 2005, 02:19 AM Post #13 |
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I can try it a little, but just that much and no more. I don't mean to sound selfish, but all evidence seems to be pointing that my existance caused this situation. This is a pain that I will bear in honor of Lance and Eona... Caleb did spread some of the stress coming from the connection, and some of the connection itself over to Tamara. But in doing so he also caught onto some of the thoughts that she was having, like the fact that his pain had given her tears. It gave him a new anger, a realization that his pain could not be bottled up, and that others would surely try to help him with it by taking some of it on their own. This meant that his enemies wanted to cause them all pain, not just him... That was why they targeted his friends. In the meantime, since Caleb was the one who could see souls, his own powers gave him an answer to the golden man, the door and the tombstone all at once. The golden man meant that part of Lance was still trying to help them, a brief mental note against the chaotic storm inside that said: 'This is the cause'. Frankly, Caleb was suprised that Lance was strong enough mentally to do such a thing, but Lance had always been intelligent and strong minded. Perhaps he had failed once again to simply recognize it, to give Lance the credit he deserved. Godspeed Brian, the Goldenman is Lance's representation of the curse! ______________________________________________________________________ The golden being turned to face Brian, giving of a sort of false holy light that seemed to be affecting the ground and air alike. It listened to what Brian had to say, and then gave a sort of mix between a laugh and a cackle.
"But you don't even understand what this is, what any of this means... You are just another little lost child in this whole ordeal. But not that it much matters, you can't stop me from breaking everything that he was, everything that he is, and everything he can be." The golden man spoke with such a smooth voice, but it was so loaded with a mix of self confidence and open loathing that it would feel bittersweet at best. Without even bothering to look at the door again, he began walking toward Brian, the true power of the magic that created him pulsing across the territoy Lance's soul had crafted. As much as he was insulting Brian, he was also powering up to deal with him. In the meantime, his leaving the door left in the river seemed to be helping it rather than splitting it more. With each step he grew closer to Brian, the door seemed to repair itself a little more, coming together and finally standing straight up in the mouth of the water. At last, the head board above the door spelled out a simple word: Destiny. The golden man was breaking Lance entirely, and apparently had moved on from stripping his sanity and onto breaking down everything he could grow to be. This was how the White Hand worked, they didn't just kill you; they broke you in every way possible. "Well come on little man, I haven't got forever to break this man's soul. Attack me so I can kill you and get back to work." _____________________________________________________________________
The giant of a man did not turn, did not change hardly at all with the exception that he sobbed harder. Tears streamed down his face, and the clouds above began to rain softly, mornfully. For a long time, he simply sat there and cried like this, either unaware or not caring that someone had approached him. This part of him was the first that the Golden man had apparently broken, for if Alara took careful note it would seem as if the tombstone had been cracked and in fact shattered. Lance hadn't just wrapped his giant form around it, he was keeping it together. At long last, the rain grew slightly softer and he turned to face a women whom he didn't even know. "You... you knew her too." He looked at her with his eyes narrowed, half suspicious and half seeking comfort. "I know that your here to help me... I did the same for him long ago..." He had nodded toward another broken statue, not more than a hundred feet away. Alsthough it to was a simple grey stone color, but the name wasn't broken up beyond understanding. Caleb "But I don't know anymore... the people who killed Eona told me that they were here to help Caleb. I did not want to believe them, but it sounds so right for some reason... I can't figure anything out..." |
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| Deleted User | Oct 10 2005, 12:52 PM Post #14 |
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Well, he was right about the golden man, Caleb’s disembodied voice in his head conformed that to him. It was the cause of all of Lances problems, and he went and got its attention. It turned around and decided to start berating him, he was stunned for a second on how familiar it all sounded, first an insult to his intelligence, then building himself up. Then a flashy show of power, the scene was so familiar it pained Brian to be reminded that he couldn’t remember the specifics. Still the door, was healing as Golden man was approaching him, it was good to know he’d just helped, empowering a bit to know that he didn’t necessarily screw up everything he did. The enemy across from him however ruined everything he touched. Brian wanted some revenge for not only golden man but for the ghost like memories. “Quite right blinky, I don’t know shit about this place. As well as you don’t know about anything beyond your little glowing magical body.” It was really a wicked grin that eased itself onto Brian’s face, there was no doubt this is what he knew how to do. Big talk, and flashy magic’s were the Ahs way; he had only one response to those freaks that would threaten his life over and over. It was to fight for his right to live; his body was finally on the same wavelength as his emotions. The result of the final harmony was expressed more readily in the world of the material as Brian’s body’s quantum spirals spun excitedly. As each focal point hit the new speed, hints of purple light seemed to spottily run along their pathways. His body was ready for the battle his soul was fighting. In the spiritual there were no visible effects of the new mindset, freeing him of the weight of a previous pain of thought however would have lasting repercussions. First of these repercussions would be felt by Golden Man. He rushed forward, his enemy might be advancing at a leisurely pace but the view tunneled towards his goal, and distance was irrelevant. Golden man, He was a stupid spell, with a represented container, he’d break it, and free Lance, and then Caleb would be fine. As he closed in the terrain strained and clawed toes ripped the ground as one leg came down in a wheeling roundhouse kick. If he had regular legs he would have come crashing down on Golden man’s shoulder. However he was never normal it would cross the threshold towards Golden Man’s chest stop on command and spring out as a snapping kick with the force that only could feel like his entire body had been committed to the attack. Still if landed the surprise would follow the initial impact, as his chi would explode out of the kick. His chi, the altered element would consume any parts of magic it came in contact with eroding the structure any spell had. |
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| Deleted User | Oct 11 2005, 12:53 AM Post #15 |
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Alara followed Lance's gaze to the crumbled pile of rubble that was a second stone placed far away. Caleb's name lay in that mess, the only thing legible, and Alara's eyes widened. No, he wasn't dead, and the realization brought a wave of relief through her. Eona wasn't dead, either...Lance...Lance was going insane. As she watched the giant, an idea occurred to her. She was there to distract, but what if she could help? Hope rose in her chest like a phoenix, warm and proud.
Dead? As quickly as that phoenix rose, it burst into flame and fell to her toes like a rock. No. Caleb wasn't dead. Lance was insane! She had to help him, but he was insane! Eona couldn't be dead because Caleb wasn't...Because Caleb wasn't...Kaz...The thought had crept upon her unsolicited, and a violent shudder went through her body. Kaz insisted he wasn't alive, didn't he? Could this be like...No! "Don't think it, Alara," she whispered fiercely. Turning to Lance, she glared defiantly against what he had said. "What do you mean, Eona's dead. She was here not too long ago, yes? Stop lying like this to me, Lance! This is silly! Come, come..." Her anger was diminishing to a solemn quiet as she knelt beside the young man. "Forgive me. I get carried away...This stone...I'll help you with it." Gently, she placed her hands on the broad shoulders of the giant and tried to ease his fears and sorrow. She lost control too often, leaving many hurt and offended in her path, but here, a mistake could cost them this young man's life. Carefully, she reached out to the pile of rubble and tried to help Lance support it. Alara pushed up on the debris, trying to shape them back into their former shape as she had with sand castles as a child, but they only slid back to the ground with a determined clatter of the stones. Why wouldn't this work? Because he spoke the truth, Alara thought bitterly. Eona died, and now, her memory is escaping from this young man like these stones...No! Hold them together better! Keep them together! She's not dead...She's not dead... Tears were running down her face in two steady streams as Alara fought against the stones' errant trek much like he had a moment before. She's not dead. If he answers, Lance will tell you that. Come on. Help him a little instead of blubber like a child. |
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| Deleted User | Oct 13 2005, 07:54 PM Post #16 |
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(OOC: Gonna push on with an update, just to keep things moving...) The golden man, Lance's representation of the magical curse, or was it the curse itself, took ever such the slighest step back from Brian's roundhouse, expecting a foot er... paw to make a nice swoosh sound right past his chest. Needless to say, what little expression that could be made from his glowing facial features gave a face of suprise when Brian's roundhouse became a snap kick, and what a kick is was... The energy of Brian's chi did not just eat at the curse, it exploded it with a rather large wave of ever changing lights. Even though this was a made up landscape coming from Lance's spirit, the land that got hit with this energy instantly vaporized. Brian would be lucky in either case, either he would get knocked back too far from the explosion and just take a meaningless fall, or he could be fast enough to fully leap backwards out of the way. Since this was a soul instead of the real world there was not so much smoking ruins left in the wake; instead there was now a rather large crater that for a moment flashed the same as the energy wave, and then became solid terrain again. The crater was big, at least 10ft in radius and almost as deep. Across from Brian, the golden man looked as if he had been hit with a brick wall, he was staggering on his knees. "Bloody... bastard... figures..." The goldenman stood up again, straightening himself before he gave an explaination of what had 'figured'. "You are still connected to the person who sent you here eh? Even if its just slightly, I can still feel it now. Sure, your chi is probably going to tear me apart, but I wonder what the clash of our energies is doing to the person who sent you here..." The goldenman wasted no more time in idle chit chat. His attack came in a blast of raw gold streamed energy, a beam just large enough to engulf Brian's spirit in just a couple of seconds if the construct did not have some other trick up his sleeve... ______________________________________________________________________ The original blast between Brian and the goldenman acted like a rather sharp kick straight into Caleb's forehead. Had Tamara not been feeding him extra energy and helping to brace him against the effects, that move could have torn out a part of his soul. He gasped in the wave of pain that seemed to cover his body and his soul at the same time. Noriko's grounding connection left just enough of him in the real world to allow the control over his face necessary to wince. If that had been the first hit, Caleb was not looking forward to the remainder of this fight. Somehow, Brian's attack with his chi on the goldenman had allowed the representation of the curse to detect his precesence. That meant that all too soon Lance was going to know about him being inside his spirit, all to soon this was going to become just another fight against his best friend... Noriko, hearing Caleb's slight gasp and crinch, immediatly stood beside him and grabbed him, now fully aware of just how taxing an event this was going to be. Oddly enough, she also noticed through her portion of the connection that Caleb had somehow managed to direct all the pain at himself, meaning that the part Tamara had taken was overflow. It meant that Caleb was both taking too much responsiblity over this matter and furthermore that Brian and Alara did not have much time. "Caleb... just hold on to me..." Noriko pleaded and grabbed his hand, silently praying for just some sort of cofrimation that he had survived that hit. Hopefully this would help keep more of him in this realm, away from that fight.... Caleb's hand gave a response with a simple counter squeeze. Noriko could not get him to physically speak, but inside her soul she heard his words anyway... Always and forever love... Noriko had helped pull Caleb partly back together, but in the meantime he couldn't stop just yet from trying to give Alara and Brian a little help. Well, it was more just Alara, since anything Caleb did to Brian would pit him right in between the battle with the curse. However, helping Alara would keep Lance more distracted, meaning that the goldenman could wave and shout all he wanted without the Scot paying him any mind at all... ______________________________________________________________________ Alara might not have been able to hear Caleb's words, but as she help Lance hold the stones in place, a mysterious white energy lept from her palms and into the rock, at first acting like a glowing glue in the cracks, and then dissapearing to reveal and entirely fixed statue of Eona. Caleb had given to Alara what little abilities he had over helping a soul heal, but the effects were obvious. Lance fell to his face, bowing before the statue of Eona. "Forgive me Eona... I will avenge you properly though..." The giant rose to his full height, towering completely over Alara. His face looked somewhere between a mixture of compassion and anger. "Caleb, Caleb sent you didn't he?" Without giving her time to respond Lance nodded and smiled and brushed away his tears. "Caleb did not betray me then... I should have figured that out on my own... stupid man in white got me with some sort of confusing spell... I need to find whattever part of me he was trying to break, are you willing to help?" In the meantime, both Alara and Brian would notice that the rain had stopped and the sky was clearing. The forest was now showing feint signs of green life, and the waters from the river were sparkling with a brighter blue as apposed to the dual steel blue color it had been before. 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| SoulReflections | Oct 14 2005, 11:26 AM Post #17 |
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Tamara braced herself against the attack, and nearly grew dizzy from sheer concentration, as the expected hit on her mind never connected. Bewilderment crossed over her mind; then realization and a quickly controlled and subdued burst of anger, as she realized he weren't giving her an equal part of the flow - he was exhausting himself, and taking all the responsibility for the outcome, on himself. He was acting .. like Teo. It turned to fustration as she remembered that she had turned over all control to him; she could not force him to hand over more than he had already, not against his will. And it was so incredibly -stupid- of him! She conveniently ignored the fact that she would have acted no differently in his shoes, and instead directed a furious accusation at him. "What are you, Tateo Minamino the SECOND??! You cannot do this to yourself, you can't do it to them - and I won't let you do it to -me-! Split up the flow evenly, Caleb! You would demand the same of WINTER, if he were in your shoes right now!" She turned her attention back to the happenings inside Lance's mind, and watched anxiously Brian and the Golden Man - seeing with no small amount of relief that Lance had realized the truth. At least he would not be fighting against them any longer. But the Golden Man would, and Caleb could NOT take the full force of those attacks; not alone. |
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| Deleted User | Oct 15 2005, 11:23 PM Post #18 |
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Brian had committed a lot to the attack the golden body of the golden man in front of him. He was lucky however he had such control over how his body moved. When the explosion erupted his leg flung back, bracing him in a fighters pose as both arms came up to shield him. He’d dug into the very ground to make sure the ground wouldn’t leave him for this attack. Now that would be the instrument of his pain. The explosion flashed increasing quickly. Time seemed to slow for Brian, his brace slowly resisted moving backwards by force of the explosion. His arms tore and burned as; he resisted every inch of ground. When it was over he was in searing pain and he felt essentially hollow. Seeing his arms, which took the entire brunt of the explosion from the elbow to the wrists the eerie scarcely tangible soul existed that had been viewable when Odin had taken him into Caleb’s soul. Only unlike that time there was nothing inside, Kunin wasn’t present here. In the real world, the hospital room Brian was looking at the very same arms that his soul was. Only the person in control here was Kunin, he had managed to refuse the soul link, though the option was there to join the enslaver part of Brian’s soul he wanted to feel the world again. He remained quiet though, gathering his thoughts on the location, though unexpectedly Brian’s memories flooded him, he knew that the person who looked the most pained was his friend a very important comrade. The girl that held so tightly to Caleb was this comrade’s love. Kunin felt the pain of loss of his own life and the loss doubled feeling time and time again how Brian struggled to live a life that was stolen and seemed to always having the things he wanted stolen from him. Kunin felt for the boy they had met once when he was younger, they worked well together, taking down a much larger opponent. He still felt Brian losing the battle he was in. He could have escaped but that choice seemed so meaningless when thinking about the life of the boy whom lived by the power granted by his own soul. Brian could only snarl at his own pain, it was nothing he convinced himself. The loss of the physical feel of his appendages was gone but his hands still existed and the flow of energy was unhindered. As the golden man straightened himself across the crater, Brian was dully aware of some other pain besides the one overwhelming his senses. Someone else’s in the area, perhaps Lance from the damage to his own soul, it would fix itself with time he was sure. "You are still connected to the person who sent you here eh? Even if it’s just slightly, I can still feel it now. Sure, your chi is probably going to tear me apart, but I wonder what the clash of our energies is doing to the person who sent you here..." Caleb was being hurt by their clash, another detail nobody expected, that meant the strain. He started to run again as the beam was charging even as it was shot, his goal was the golden man he’d end it quickly, Caleb would just have to deal with a few more blasts, nothing would be wasted. As the beam would have engulfed him at it’s amazing speed Brian had been going downhill and his body slid down towards the low ground. The ground however did not slope quickly enough, the beam ripped from his upper rips across his right shoulder and part of his face. It was immeasurable how much this new loss felt, while the ghost like state took care to keep everything in place it was a losing battle now; a lot of energy had been lost. His soul was flimsy on it’s own blasts and wounds did far more damage directly to his soul than previously allowed by Kunin’s presence. He was laid out at the bottom of the crater, his consciousness drifting out from him, his grasp on it. So much of his body felt hollow now, but he’d keep fighting beat this golden man with as little damage to Caleb as possible. His mind drifted a bit as his vision seemed unhinged on his right eye he moved towards his goal. Kunin felt it another surge from the boy, he was struggling to keep hold of the link and fight whatever monster remained on the other side. Kunin struggled with his own morality; he’d always valued comrades. Brian had never intended to be his new enslaver and the boy didn’t deserve anything he was getting. Kunin entered the soul’s staging area in the body of Brian’s soul it was as simple as relaxing control as he saw the gateway that would suck him straight to Brian. It would end his newfound freedom again, but even this realm was showing the tearing happening to the flimsy coating that was Brian’s soul. The red dust, smoked up puffing out of the way of another often visitor to Kunin. A buxom woman entered, dressed plainly like a blacksmith. The desolate landscape that this area was seemed to inch away from her as she walked towards the Gateway and Kunin. Kunin “Hello Tlachtga, nice to see you again. Should have known the second Brian was in danger you’d nag me to help him.” Tlachtga “It’s not my fault you’re being a stubborn old goat, and not allowing the boy to have a chance in that stupid boys idea of a rescue.” Kunin “If the damn rescue attempt was so flawed, why did you let him go. Why not let him know beyond your vessel following him around. ‘Protecting’ him. “ Tlachtga “He needs to learn his lessons, just look at the environment he’s being subjected too. I expected at least you would take some note of that rather than your imprisoned soul all the time. He’s a kid in an environment meant for hardened warriors and he has one friend there who’s begging him to save someone he’s never met.“ Kunin “I know, I know everything he’s thought. It’s all there we are after all sharing the same soul. It is rough, as rough as my life was in the arena it’s no different.” Tlachtga “In this case, he has your support. Unlike your past.” Kunin sighed regrettably her visits usually ended like this chastising him for his selfishness over her beloved child Brian. He liked her visits it was his one separating viewpoint to Brian. If he had known someone as kind as her had taken such a liking to him he might be a little happier. He better appreciate what he was going to do. Into the gateway went Kunin, leaving behind Tlachtga, and her devices. The pull left behind by Caleb sent him immediately on his way to the crippled Brian. |
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| Deleted User | Oct 18 2005, 10:38 AM Post #19 |
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As Alara fought against the decay of the stone (She could find no other word for the crumbling of all that rock that bore a friend's name), something strange washed over her. A feeling...no, it was full-blown emotion that was coursing its way through her, but nothing as harsh as every other mood she endured. This was gentle...Euphoric, even, and it told her to try again with the stones. Carefully, she reached out and obeyed that emotion, running her hands along the rubble how she guessed the original statue used to be. Light erupted from the cracks as every piece fit itself together, but not even Alara's surprise was enough to get through this feeling. She continued to run her hands up and down the monument, she now saw it as, smiling as the cracks filled with that light and turned to a mortar that would have had a master craftsman confused as to how it had been constructed. With a sigh of relief, she sat back and admired her handiwork. An angelic statue of Eona, perfectly carved in her likeness with the exception of a pair of wings behind her...And yet, they suited her. Turning her gaze reluctantly from the statue of Eona, she was surprised to find the other piles of rubble had been restored. Including Caleb's. He was holding something...
Alara flinched, expecting the full rage of the giant to show again, and this time, it would be at her! She covered her face with her arms, trembling in waves of terror as he towered over her, and then...
Surprise made her fall on her side, still curled against an attack, but as she heard his words, Alara allowed her muscles to relax. The soil around the statue seemed warmer under her palm as she dragged herself to a sitting position and gazed upward. The sun was shining, evaporating the last of the clouds and glowing through the leaves of the nearby trees. As if radiating from the statue of Eona, the land was getting brighter, greener...Alara closed her eyes and basked in that sunlight with a smile across her face before turning to Lance. "Of course, I am," she said softly. Getting to her feet, she allowed herself one final bask before turning to the giant and striking an encouraging pose with a fist held before her. "Now, let's go!" |
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| Deleted User | Oct 19 2005, 12:45 AM Post #20 |
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The golden man chuckled looking the effects of his attack. With that blast, he had not only wounded Brian, but also whoever had been dumb enough to believe that this soul was savable. The creature crawling toward him in the crater was hardly human, he was now able to see it as truth. Just a shallow prison for something else, someone else. Instead of taking an opportunity for a free attack, he leaned over and gave Brian a sinister gaze between a smile and a glare. “You are the one they send to save this worthless soul? You are just like me- a creation to hold a soul prisoner. Only difference between you and I is that I have taken the liberty of ending the torment over the soul I hold. Lance Lo'Thorum should not have to suffer any longer, so I will send him to the beyond.... Much like I shall do to you.” Of course, this was the point where a young man (or was it only a boy?) Wielding a rather odd spear appeared out of thin air, materialized by the exact person he wanted so much to end the existence of. Could this be? The soul that the creature in the pit held captive was here to help? Whom would he help? All of it was interesting, very interesting indeed... especially with the opportunity that he was about to afford this soul. “Have you come to help your enslaver? We were just speaking of you... and how merciless this simple shell really is.” His finger extended and pointed at Brian, whom was still trapped in that pit, still putting up a struggling to reach his target and help the salvageable soul. “I will make you deal, one that he could never give you. Freedom and life, two beautiful things you have been denied for so long, and that the one who sent him here can also be spared or destroyed on you whim. All that you must give in exchange is allow me to remain, allow me to end the torment of this soul as should have been done for you.” His finger glowed all the brighter, a death via energy attack guaranteed for Brian the second Kunin made a decision. No matter what that decision was, the creature who had been sent as a soul savior would die here, today. _____________________________________________________________________ Lance seemed to take a moment at the creation Alara's power had brought. Well, Caleb's power through Alara... err... whatever. All that mattered was the simple fact that the two of them were working together to restore his soul, and thus far not doing a bad job at all. Still though, there was something off about the whole thing, something that Lance couldn't quite put his finger on or remember. One thing he knew though was that he was tired of being used. At long last, he took a close look at Caleb's statue, the simple clean cut form standing with a trench coat and a sly grin on his face. “Not quite accurate now are we? You left this role a long time ago... I know what you really are Caleb, but I've refused to see it for to long...” As if the statue had a response, the trench coat and grin alike faded, stone being absorbed and then transforming into a beautiful suit of full plate armor, and eight huge wings that would belittle even an angel. This was the true form of Caleb, the destiny that had been revealed within his soul when Lance and the others had gone to rescue him. Lance turned back to Alara, giving her a nod. “He deserves a large statue, but I can't thank him until until I wake up. But there is something else, those bastards who took Eona knew and used me for. Caleb is in more danger than he is willing to probably realize, so we have to hurry. Come on...” He gave her a wave, and started running toward the river, toward the door at the river... and toward the event that was happening at the river itself. It seemed like Lance had hardly gotten started when he arrived all too close to the golden man, starring at him, the person in the crater, and the boy with the spear standing near by. Of course, they were all standing in the way of the doorway, the doorway he knew that he needed to get through. Lance couldn't explain it, but he felt that the golden glowing being was something more than just the curse over him. There was something more wrong going on here... but he couldn't remember the damned details! In the meantime, Lance knew fully that the golden man was going to make any attempt to destroy him that he could, so Lance's Scottish logic chain told him to face his threats head on. “Oy you! Point that damned finger somewhere else!” Lance continued walking toward the crater, looking more and more agitated with every step. Of course, the golden man listened, and pointed it directly at Lance, firing without any delay.... ______________________________________________________________________ Caleb was frankly starting to feel the full affects of trying to be five places at once. The simple task alone was enough to give a regular person a massive headache, and possibly put them into a stress induced coma. His teeth were starting to grind based off the stress alone, and nothing seemed to be dimming the effects.
I should be honored to been even considered something close to Teo... but I am not my brother's equal. No matter what anyone has told me, these people have harmed my friend because they want me and them both dead. My friends, the students here, and everyone whom I care of is in danger thanks to my mere existence. How would you prefer I accept this responsibility? Should I just simply pass it on to others who may be stronger than myself? If I cannot protect them from the shadows that my light casts... then I can at least bare their pain- Caleb was cut off by the full furry of the vibrations from Brian taking the hit from the curse. His voice box let out a kind of strangled sound mixed between a cry and shock. The hit had overwhelmed him, it had spilled over onto Tamara as his bracer, even though he had tried so hard to stop it. Noriko tried to reach out to him through her part of the connection, but it was quite like Caleb wasn't there at all. She could feel everyone else, even the different forms of Brian in Lance's soul, but no Caleb. What had happened? Caleb in the meantime felt the full state of mental shock. His soul had set up a sort of auto defense, not entirely withdrawing him from the connection, but hiding him from the rest of all of them. The only problem was that it did not help him, it was too late to help him. Quite literally, his mind and spirit alike were falling apart, dividing into pieces once again... Had he failed? Would this mean Lance would die without being saved? No. The voice was his, and yet a separate entity entirely. It was proof that Tamara's words had been accurate. He already knew who it was that was speaking to him, but he did not want to believe it. Recognizing the voice within would mean that he was accepting to revert to what he had been, the blind man with half a soul, the spirit trapped in reality, ever fighting and ever dying. There was no way he could accept being that person again, no way he could accept the being who had called himself Seraph coming back. It would mean everything that everyone had done for him was meaningless, Sunset, Teo, Lance, Eona, Jake, Odin, Reign, Noriko, Winter and everyone else had helped him for nothing. No. Caleb was more interested than frightened now, wondering why the voice had chosen to repeat itself. He reached out to it, embracing it fearfully and trying to bond it back to him... What do you mean no? I need you in order to be strong, we have get back and support the connection! Tamara and yourself can handle the connection just fine. Our spirit can heal itself if we save Lance, but you will need my help. How can you help? We can't enter Lance's soul, and you are just another drain on my energy. Caleb Prometheus cannot enter the soul of Lance Lo'Thorum. Lance hardly ever knew me, I hide myself from everyone whom you are close to. I will help balance your connection from within as Noriko and Tamara are balancing it out here, giving us a solid foundation so that we can resist the energy clashes between Brian and the curse. Don't restrain from this Caleb, use our fragmenting soul as a blessing, as in our knowledge of Jeet Kune Do use it as an attack! Agreed... And suddenly, Caleb was back in the connection, Tamara and Noriko would feel him as if he was stronger than ever. Instead of holding it alone, he weaved the communion through the three of them, and then cast the broken part of his soul into Lance Lo'Thorum. The curse of the White Hand would know Justice, it would know the guardian Seraph.... ______________________________________________________________________ The energy attack came head on at Lance, but it never hit. A huge storm of white light and energy deflected the attack just before it hit, the creator or wielder of this energy completely hidden until the smoke cleared. Since Lance was naturally curious, the smoke cleared quickly to reveal a figure standing hidden almost completely within a cloak, parts of his silver full plate armor occasionally showing. Lance instantly knew who this was, but it still made his jaw drop. This had been the form that Caleb had taken after his soul had been split in half thanks to his brother and Scythexious, this had been the form that had gone by the single name of Seraph. “Seraph?! What the bloody hell are you doing here?!” Lance's shock showed in his voice. ”Putting Down a Threat...” Seraph's voice sounded off in almost the same mannerism that Caleb's did, but it sounded far more brutal, far more pleased with the fact that he was here to deal justice. Lance assumed that Seraph was speaking of the curse, but what if Seraph justified him as a threat too? Would Seraph turn and annihilate him as well? Lance could get no answer other than the threatning gaze of his glowing white eyes. Seraph gave niether a direct grin nor a frown, but he simply seemed to stare at the representation of the curse. Needless to say, the curse was astonished by the sudden turn of events, enough so to where he put his arm and took a step back in fear. He did not speak again, but rather waited for more of the situation to unfold before he made a move. |
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| SoulReflections | Oct 19 2005, 04:21 PM Post #21 |
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The impact was staggering, and she had felt only a mere shadow of it's full blow. Tamara dimly realized that her body was shaking uncontrollably; she was not even sure of why. The pressure was not on her body, but her mind. Then again, she had just arisen from a hospital-bed; maybe she had been weaker than first anticipated. She listened silently to Caleb's reply to her accusation; it caused her own teeth to clench in her mouth. If everything else failed, you could always just blame yourself; Teo did it, Winter did it, Caleb did it. She did it herself every now and then, taking blame where there was none, but conveniently ignored the fact. If he would just split it evenly, they would both be alright; a little roughed up mentally, but alright. He was being so incredible ... selfish. You should share the responsibility, with those offering to share it with you. Doing anything else is not grand martyrium, it's making them less than they are, to refuse them something which is their right, no matter how much you wish it were otherwise. It's not your fault you are who you are; you do your best to protect others from it - that's very commendable. But realize, please, that friendship and care for others is a two-sided road. You can help and protect them, but you have to let them help and protect you, as well. If you refuse them the right to help you, then you are turning their devotion for you into ashes. I would be your friend, Caleb, but I cannot be such if you will not let me stand at your side and share the burden. You -are- turning into Teo, believe it or not ... he also has something to learn ... wait, Caleb? CALEB! Oh no ... The scream was both mental and physical; a wail of sudden icy horror as she -thought- she felt Caleb's mind breaking apart. He was succumbing to the pressure; he was going to break down, and oh good Lord, poor Lance! She could only sit in mind-numbing horror and try to sense Caleb, see if he was still fully conscious. Sensations washed in over her; she realized in a moment of studden shock, that whatever barrier had been between her powers and her conscious control, was gone. She sensed not -one- spirit in Caleb; she sensed two. Not one, fragmented into pieces, but two entirely different souls, yet sharing the same body and mind. Tamara had never met Seraph; she had not been told about him. She stood stunned, speechless for a moment. Then the strange entity was entering Lance's mind. She sent a strong empathic probe at him, at Caleb; trying to deduce what his true agendas were, as he registered Lance's reaction. Seraph ...? This night was just full of surprises. Oddly enough, Caleb was radiating inner strength; somehow he had stabilized himself, and was carrying the burden just fine alone. She still did not approve of that - she felt disappointed, fustrated, but forced to stay. She couldn't pull out because she felt betrayed. It was a man's life they were dealing with. |
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| Deleted User | Oct 20 2005, 02:38 AM Post #22 |
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Nearing his goal and the golden man, the cusp of the crater Brian was going to succeed for Caleb. The bunch of them were self-sacrificing idiots, here he was about to die in the process of trying to reach his goal. Golden man reached down looking at first like he was going to finish Brian. Instead he heard each stinging barb, as the golden man’s words were salt on the wounds Brian had sustained up to this point. Claming they were the same, how GM at least ended his victims pain, how it was better for it because it ended things. Brian had never given it a grain of thought till now, about Kunin’s suffering wasn’t he to be forced into such a horridly weak container. Did he ever feel the pain, feel the tearing inadequacies of not being able to lead ones own life. He felt the change of pace coming, Kunin’s arrival was unexpected he’d denied being here before why come now? Why be here now?! Golden man gave a theory, one where Kunin would destroy him now that he had the chance. Brian could believe it in the situation now pictured in Brian’s mind he’d kill himself to be free. To end his suffering and now he’d finally be given the release he so rightfully deserved. Even Brian believed the words coming, Kunin didn’t deserve a failure like him, and neither did Caleb. It would be swift he hoped. Upon arrival, Kunin could only chastise himself for not coming sooner Brian was in horrid condition. The boy struggled against an unforgiving landscape towards some sort of golden man. It disgusted him that he took so long in coming here, he could only hear in his mind the coming disapproval from Tlachtga upon his return to under Brian’s control. He kneeled down looking at Brian as the golden man prattled on about an offer that if offered moments ago he might have thought about. Looking between the two he saw the more concerning part of this conversation. The golden man was already preparing the finishing blow to Brian, he guessed no matter which call he made Brian would be ended if he didn’t manage to do something. The something was done for him. Answered by the owner of the soul, yelling out distracting the Golden menace from the target of Brian. That was all the time Kunin needed to reach down, a hand to Brian. Give in to the truth of their kinship; He would be the stability beneath Brian’s chaotic exterior. He would play the salve for this boy alone, because he thought of him like a son. Brian felt his perspective change no longer on the ground crawling from sever injury and a hopeless quest. Kunin’s last feeling washed over him and he knew he never needed to doubt Kunin’s intentions beneath his own. He could focus completely on his goal, like his original plan; kill the golden curse on Lance. Under his breath he thanked Kunin for the reawakening, that he’d been given the chance to finish what he started. As the storm clouds rolled in his form overtook the exposed sections of Kunin’s soul. A new figure proclaimed he was putting down a threat; it was another show off student invading the plan he’d been set on. Golden man was paying more attention now than he seemingly did before. It didn’t matter he was close enough; he rushed out of the crater towards the golden man. It would be one swift blow, his palm would sink into Golden Man’s chest the burst should finish him. Long before anyone with a loud booming or condescending voice would take the job from him. |
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| Deleted User | Oct 20 2005, 12:17 PM Post #23 |
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((OOC: D'oh. Shadow!)) |
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| Deleted User | Oct 20 2005, 12:18 PM Post #24 |
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Without a moment more of delay, Alara fell in beside the Scottish man. He was indeed a Scott from that hard-edged accent, but matters at hand were more pressing than the gentle giant's origins. Though, that would have been fun to explore at a more...relaxed...time. Her loping stride kept pace with his powerful gait, but she was getting carried away when he skidded to an abrupt halt before a crater that had opened up in the peaceful forrest that was Lance's soul. Where had this come from? Better yet, why was her awkward accomplice lying at the bottom of it with the Golden Man pointing at him far below? With a speed that would have astonished a snail, she realized the strange young man was in trouble. Could she help him? No time as the Golden Man seemed to be concentrating on something, raising that finger toward Brian.
Alara didn't know if she admired Lance's courage or thought him the stupidest man to ever grace this earth as the Golden Man readily obeyed, aiming the finger at his broad chest. She wanted to scream out and push him away, but fear kept the Half-Whin rooted to the spot with vile fascination. She was in another place, now, unable to do anything but stare as the man whose soul they were trying to save attempted to save them. She could run at him and try to put up a weak barrier, but something within her knew it would do little more good than holding a sheet of paper up to stop that blow. The energy erupted quickly, ending her musings and frozen terror, and this time, Alara did scream, shrieking as her body finally obeyed her will. She stumbled and fell before the giant, her arms over her face as tears streamed down her cheeks. That was it. They were dead, and all because she had been too afraid to move... Wait a minute...Since when does death feel so painful? Uncovering her face, she caught a glimpse of the shield of white light before it dissipated. They were alive...And Alara was in pain. Her eyes wandering over the wrist she had landed on had barely took in its grotesquely twisted new shape before somethone new joined them. Well...Not quite. Caleb was still here, but he seemed...changed.
Struggling to her feet, Alara cradled her wrist and stared at the Scot. What was going on? Who was Seraph, and why was he talking like Caleb? The only thing she could tell for certain was Lance's fear. He admired Caleb and had even continued to do so after the attack in the courtyard, but this Seraph he feared openly. Seraph was NOT Caleb, and she glared defiantly at the menace of the new figure beside them. Interloper...How dare he steal Caleb's face? "What are you?" she demanded. |
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