City of Oblivion, first abandoned STAG base ~~ OPEN

[Ex-S]

The mist hung motionless as the voice reverberated around the abandoned, desolate remains of the city. This was its only reaction to the sound, however, though it showed little sign of movement once the last echoes had faded. Clearly to any aware of its presence, the mist was showing obvious signs of, if not intelligence, at least response to external stimuli.
For just a moment, a brief shape was evident in the dense vapour, but it soon disappeared from view before its form became distinct.

[Oblivionic Desecration]

The slit in reality near the fog hems itself shut and suddenly, is not there.

Instead, another such rift forms as a dot near the lady of simple armament.
No noise, just a blackened claw-like hand jutting its way out of the nothingness of the dot.
And then another such appendage, followed by a stretching of the 'hole', as if he must sqeeze his way into this plane.

When finally he exits, he stands before <Lykaios>. Tattered robes of grey flowing past the knees, covered in an equally drab cloth. As he was before, his feet, wrapped in blood-soaked cloth as if to bandage. A hood atop the robe hides his face, but there can be no mistaking his presence.

"You are not the one I wanted, but I suppose you would be the one to arrive, afterall... Have you come seeking answers?... Or something more..... I wonder...."

His right hand rises in a weak gesture, pointing towards <Lykaios>; then, drops, only to come back towards his face in a ponderous manner.

[Lykaios Theta]

A single dot, on a three dimensional plane. It expanded outwards, becoming a line segment, and expanded again, becoming a geometrical two dimensional shape. Again it expanded, ripping from what one could only assume another dimension (a separate reality, or an existence outside of what is known as reality?), into this one at a far different location than from where the voice had first announced.

The woman stilled and quieted, watching with an almost scholarly scrutiny of the digits that protruded from rift. There was a childlike astonishment that revealed itself, not on her face, but in her eyes, as the fingers extended outwards, and, like a child grasping at life as it left the womb, slid out from the rift, followed shortly by another limb... more limbs! A torso, a...figure draped from head to toe in the drab and unremarkable.

The bloodied feet might not have marked him for anyone. Certainly, in her lifetime, they were no signature of anyone, or anything that she had ever seen. But. The blood itself, was another story. It was as though her senses suddenly doubled. It was...unfamiliar. It was more than familiar. It was... strange, and odd. It was a signature to the man in front of her. How could she know? How did she know, when all of this felt like a strange dream? The violet of her eyes wandered up to the hand that reached, pointing towards her, and listened again to the vocal signature of that which was he. He had went by many names.
All foreign to her.
All new.
All strange deja vou.

It seemed important for the moment, to lower her head in a gracing acknowledgment of welcome towards this-stranger-him. For the first time since coming here, she then spoke, the words not traveling far past his ears, dulled somehow, as though even in this open space there was some form of soundproofing.

"I give no apology for my curiosity, nor my approach into these lands. Not unlike the feline, I was drawn here. No different than the bee to honey, I seek the knowledge I feel here...know here."

She gave pause for a moment, searching in the robe for a face, only to find darkness. Another void that stared back at her, and she, back at it. Weary resignation. Then acknowledgment.

"I am a stranger to my own spoken intent. I do not know why. I do not know how. Certainly, for having prompted all that 'dis'grace these lands with their presence, you must know of something, if not all things that have occurred."

She sighed, and let her weapon rest against her hip, end dug into the ground.

"I have lived but one life. Yet, after a founding and crumbling of an Empire, I began to see more than one outcome. I know things I could and should never know. I know impossibilities, you, whom I've never met before, I know already without instinct to be wary of. My feet know these lands, as though they've walked them ten thousand times."

Her eyes fell to the road on which she stood, cracked pavement that familiarity deemed dangerous yet homely.

"My eyes see sights that are brand new in one light, and in the divergence of time... are old. At times, there is clairvoyance, at others, imminent signs of my death. After so long, it becomes almost a morbid comedy, to wonder if today would occur as the fates predict. I beseech you. I seek sanctuary from this deepening madness. I seek knowledge to vanquish this insight."

Her cracked lips turned upwards somewhat, in a ghost of a smile.

"With irony, I could say I seek idiocy."

[Lokas Frost]

[[-Lurks whilst trollin' trollin' trollin'-]]

[Jessica_Martin]

Jessica began to walk towards the man as he had stopped, she was not exactly the patient type. There was no real sense of familiarity with the man, although her memory was never that great to begin with. Only her senses played true to her. She approached the man, stopping about eight feet from him.

Her white gown seemed to flow and ripple in its own personal breeze, her sight focused on the man...She took in his rather plain appearance, "Hmmm, you do not seem like a threat?...Would you prove me wrong..."She said, her face displaying no emotion. "Or would you merly introduce yourself...and perhaps your reason for following me..?"

[Oblivionic Desecration]

Desecrator listens, seemingly without intent; stoic.

"I know the cause of this madness - I am to blame.
But do not think I know all. I know only what I had been thinking moments after what I had done.
And that is, that it had been for the better to sacrifice all for the sake of all. To make nothing, and then something. What had been, never was, and yet the memory remains. Faint, distant, as if all had been a dream.... You know this all too well.
... I guess you could say that in a twist, what was truth became lie, from a certain point. And I can even remember saying the point in time - something about avoiding a 'black morass'. Though what fate would've befell me that day, I know not.
I also recall a certain demoness having played a larger role in the affairs that followed, but Fang had deserted STAG one day and never returned. And that, too, must've been for the betterment of all.

But you... I only recall you being my enemy, being of that 'empire'. Yet, I also recall you with great familiarity. And as being a 'lie' now, I think that I must insist that you leave.... Only what-never-was stays my hand...."

And with that, the Void Lord begins to take on an ominous glow. The light around him darkens, as if he contains a negative to the positive, in vague terms.

[Taigeku]

Taigeku looks a little discerned as the wolf/woman talks to him.

Who I am, really isn't important, but you may call me Taigeku

He didn't seem at all to hesitate at her close proximity, though, did take note of her fearlessness.

I suppose, I don't know why I was following you. Curiosity, boredom?

Ugh, he is being too nice...

Well you've got me at a disadvantage... your name must be... Fido right? Spot? Oh no, I got it... Its Lassie! I knew it the whole time.

[Jessica_Martin]

Jessica listened casually, she had little experience interacting with other creatures unlike herself. But as the man began to make a strainge joke implicating her name was that of a humans pet dog....She became irritated. "My name is not a dogs name...It is Jessica...Should you decide to joke further about it...you may live to regret it." Jessica said in a flat tone. Her manner changed, her body shifting from left to right, her flesh stretched then tore as bone broke...she was changing back into her wolven form...and the man would see it was much larger than any pet dog.

Her body finished changing and she stood tall and proud, looking directly at the man, her lips parted to reveal her razor sharp teeth. Do you wish you make fun of me now... The voice was the same as her she demons voice but instead of being spoken as such it was sent directly to his mind.

[Taigeku]

Taigeku glanced about gently as she transformed. Being in her wolf form had many downsides, for instance, no thumbs or the knack for dogs in other cars.

Taigeku held his hand out in front of him, palm down, fingers spread and smiled. No sooner at the muscles in his lips clenched, and showed his slightly sharped than human homunculus teeth, had a bone shaped clod of sand and soil sprung from the earth into his hand.

Ahhh, theres the puppers I was waiting for

He smirked and tossed the bone past her, in thumping on the ground some 10 feet behind her.

[Lykaios Theta]

((Will post response tomorrow, Obliv. Unfortunately, I don't have enough time to write out what I want to, so I'm not going to rush it. D: Having too much fun with this already to write a crap post. ))

[Oblivionic Desecration]

((noted))

[Jessica_Martin]

Jessica watched intently as the man..who turned out not to be human summoned the earth to his hand and sent it flying past her. But for a lack of apposable thumbs she was more than capable of using her magic in her current form...Shadow magic was an anomaly in this world.

That is impressive...Taigeku...What is your magic? She asked, her curiosity kicking in once again. Her tail flicked from left to right a couple of times before she sat back on her haunches.
Her eyes slowly began to shift colour, from sightless black to a blazing white.

[Taigeku]

Taigeku blinked at the girl.

I use no magic, I am an artificially created human; birthed through the essence, and remains of a weak, pathetic demon. My mind is beyond your understanding, I will the particles of anything I desire, and they simply do what I will. There is no arcana nor magic, just... superiority

With that he took a step forward, in a way that even a dog could understand as a challenge.

[Lykaios Theta]

Her eyes read his lips, but after a certain point, what each sound translated to began to make no sense. What was he saying? That because of a prior...a nonexistent relationship of enemy-enemy she was to leave?
Clothing shifted.
Limbs hesitant.
She took a few steps back, seeing the energy that seemed to be building around him. She desired no fight. She was...-
Cold steel. Locked in. Unclothed.
The stone serpent that slowly uncurled from its resting place in the corner of the room had taken notice of her. A Golem, one of the Desecrator's creations, bred for war and battle. Fight or flight. No escape. No weaponry. Blackout.
-The memory..unmemory shook her for a moment. It had never before come in a flash like that. Certainly, she had dreamed, and the vague familiarity of things was a common occurance to her, but this forceful flash... entirely new. All that the Void Lord would have seen was that in her last step backwards she had stilled. Her eyes had taken on a sudden distant look, and then a split-second later, the moment when she staggered out of it, her step faltered on the pavement, only to be quickly recovered, her weapon used as a crutch to pull her up and out of the sudden fall. Whatever she had seen was now locked away, her expression carefully neutral. Her mind pushed another topic to the forefront of her mind. Did he not know that that Empire was dead for good this time?
The corners of her mouth turned downwards, into a frown.
"No longer am I of an Empire. Ties that had been forged in blood, have therein been washed away with vitae. Bonds forged in my enthrallment, gone with the death of my regent. I am not of any faction, militia, or debt. I am unbound, and unbarred. No law ties me, no Order holds me. I harbor no ill will towards you. And...and..."
The lilting voice faded, face contorted in uncertainty and confusion. Her eyes fell again to the cracked pavement upon which they both stood. Indigo orbs searched the cracks, trying to read through the coding she imagined she could see written in the black-top.
"Familiarity, but also something else. It's here. I'm not searching for someone to blame. How isn't important. Neither is why. What's done is done. I..."
She searched for the words, but was not surprised when she couldn't find them. The grace of the language left her. She gave the...man.. before her a helpless shrug. A thought came to her, the presence of the flash still a dark spot in the back of her mind.
"...If nothing else, please allow me to walk these grounds. I want to know who I...who I never was.If you cannot provide me with those answers, then maybe STAG will."
The name had unknowingly fallen from her lips. She hadn't put two-and-two together, that this was the same deserted STAG that he had just spoken of, rather, the word had been an absentminded slip of...the subconscious.