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Tsurumi

I'd prefer if you were to just...

...disappear

{Wonderland : The Bizarre Ruins}

Tsurumi watched as Vereor opened the portal and walked through, closely followed by Shade. It was disappointing that her pet had already left so quickly. She had wanted to enjoy more tea. Nevertheless, chaos had been promised and she would be quite angry if she missed it. Furthermore, if her pet left, the mistress couldn't very well let it go by itself. Who knew what kind of danger it could get into.

Leaving her place, she strolled into the portal and gasped when she saw the area. It was glorious. So much chaos, so much Darkness. She had definitely chosen the correct people to align with. It felt like even the air was laced with Darkness, a feeling she greatly enjoyed. As a light breeze flowed around her, she walked over to Vereor and glanced around the room again. "Did you do this?" From the way she asked, it was almost an accusing tone of voice, but there was something in her eyes, a gleam, a spark of chaos, that continued the phrase. She wanted to know how, how to take something and twist it and fill it with Darkness and chaos. Take something pure and destroy it and make it like this.

Just as Ölüm emerged from the dark portal, a small black bird shot out over his shoulder, soaring high into the large expanse of the 'ruins', twisting in the dark cold air. The passerine, the songbird, was virtually invisible in the Cimmerian room, due to its sleek black coat and small frame. The only feature distinguishing it from the walls were a pair of piercing red eyes which were so penetrating it would be hard for many to return their stare. Yet despite the striking effect their gaze had on a person, there was a hint of jest beneath the surface; undertones of wisdom and age that made the overall product a rather interesting, if not disturbing, work of creation.

The onyx flier flittered through the room, seeming to scout the area, before flying overhead and reaching a pleasant perch on the rails of one of the highest balconies. Preening one wing, the songbird once again scanned its surroundings, its small head shifting from position to position with the swiftness of a hummingbird's wings. Focusing for a long second on the, momentarily unconscious, Ölüm, the autumn princess once again preened a wing before turning its bold gaze to Vereor. By now, a strong and calming trill had broken from its beak, filling, for the most part, the Ruins with a delightful melody.

Z Saito Z

+The Strike of Vengeance+

{Vengeance and Lightning are very similar; they can strike without warning.}

[Wonderland : Bizarre Ruins]

Saito followed the other members of the conclave into the dark portal without a word. He had grown used to walking through the cold corridor and before long would appear on the other side on one of the balconies on the left side of the ledge. This was the first world he had seen aside from his own. However, he could immediately tell by the feeling of the darkness all around, that this world was on the verge of the end. It reminded the ronin of his world after he had brought about it's end with his own hand.

He remembered the man that he had helped to claim the heart of the world, the very thing that he had spent his life as a samurai defending. He surveyed the room in silence.

"This is the fate of all worlds that fall to darkness. They are filled with chaos and ruin, the same happened to Edo," he stated coldly, though it wasn't really to anyone in general.

The songbird shared her intense gaze with all of her 'brethren', her crimson eyes taking in all of their reactions and slight mannerisms. It took her less than a moment to identify what she loathed; they were all so... Ecstatic. So glee-ridden by the darkness that they made her sick; save Zekvyr, of course, but his entire race was so exceptionally putrid in that their souls, their very essence, was so dark and twisted that it was best to keep them from any judgement or observation, as they were bound to rouse such frustration that the prospect of self-mutilation was not so very remote. She'd know, since she'd had the unlikely opportunity to walk within their ranks for a whole half hour before the assassination attempts exceeded that of her liking.

'I wonder if they're born like that.'

Soaring from her perch down to the crowd gathering below, Aiko settled herself upon Vereor's shoulder, her small feathered head cocked to the side in a motion so fast that the intermediate movement could not be traced. "How far are they?" a soft voice rang--distinctly hers--as a pair of rubies focused themselves upon the jewelmancer's face.

Fal'Navi

[Wonderland :: Bizarre Ruins]

The Black Dragoon emerged through the portal from the castle, his yellow eyes narrowed as he watched Vereor above the rest. He turned his gaze around the world that he had visited not too long ago, a sadistic grin forming. All this chaos and destruction, it was such a pleasing feeling. He turned back to Vereor, waiting to see this mysterious superior of the group.

????

[Wonderland :: Bizarre Ruins]

As members of the Conclave gathered, a seperate Corridor of Darkness opened nearby, and out stepped a figure clad in crimson and silver armor from head to toe. The person strode pridefully up to where Vereor stood, before quietly sitting crosslegged and looking up, the silver visor hiding the young woman's faded blue eyes.

[Traverse Town::Between the Worlds]

At his word, Rasxa shot up and out of the gummi hangar, leaving Window's stomach far behind on the ground. The sudden force of acceleration made Window's knees buckle beneath him before they gave way and collapsed. His derriere just barely managed to catch the edge of a seat behind him, resulting in a slight grunt and only half of his bottom feeling bruised. He squeezed his eyes shut, but not against the dull pain that was slowly fading away--no, it was in apprehension of what he was doing and where he was going. From behind his eyelids, Window could tell when the artificial lights of the gummi hangar tunnel gave way to the night that lay beyond. It was dark. It was cold. He could feel the universe bare before him, just on the other side of the patch of skin that covered his eyes. He could feel the inky blackness, sucking at him and pulling him into its lifeless embrace. If he were to peek out into space, what would he see? Would it be the soul of the universe, as he was taught to believe? The realm ruled by chaos and raw energy that would eventually leech your own life force out from your body? Window may have not been a religious man, but he still believed in the power of the sky and the expanse that lie above it, encompassing the world--actually, all the worlds. It was quite a different matter being on the ground and pushing the myths and anxieties to the back of your mind than when the situation was thrust upon you. And here he was, recklessly flying out into the inky darkness. Or, rather, it was Rasxa who was doing the flying. If the young blonde-one hadn't been so quick, Window would have had proper time to form more misgivings and second thoughts...but as it was, the universe was here, now, suddenly on the other side of his eyelids. And it was knocking, waiting. Well, time to greet it. Window slowly opened his eyes, just enough to only have the gummi ship window in his view and nothing else.

First, there was nothing.

Nothing. A void. No black, no white; an emptiness that held no beginning and no end.

Is this what death is like?

Alone and cold, an absence, an abyss?

But as he opened his eyes wider, they began to properly focus. Speckles of light faded into sight, winking in and out of existence in the depths. With his widened view framed by the ship's console, it almost looked comforting and contained. However, he knew that it wasn't the color 'black' out there; it was empty space. It was still cold and unforgiving, and he could almost feel its hunger to fill that emptiness with life, to become whole. But it wasn't as if the universe was a malicious monster, it was just...chaotic, unconscious, primal. And...it was a resting place for the dead. Certainly, Window's world's creation story was a sad, bittersweet one...

However, by that point in time the sounds of the ship's other occupants had wormed their way into his pensiveness, and Window realized that he had missed some things while zoning out. Solaris Teodolis was standing by Rasxa...though his body was blocking the manual from view. Hmm, couldn't get to it yet. Nalo and Krad were over by Youni, talking. Things seemed to be in order, at least. Window stood up, resisting the urge to rub the feeling back into his behind as he walked over to a window over by the trio and peeked out. A shiver ran down his spine as he looked out and behind, trying to see if he could get a glimpse at Traverse Town; alas, he could not, for the angle of the window would not allow it. He had missed hearing Nalo saying something about Olympus, he realized. Looking toward the Vierra, Window's eyes passed over Youni, whom he was next to. It was only then that he noticed her damp cheeks. "Goodness, Youni, are you all right?" Window asked worriedly, kneeling down (and feeling properly awkward while doing so, still very unsure of how to act around younger people).

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[Wonderland : Bizarre Ruins]

Zekvyr kept to the inner edge of the balcony. This position, he found, allowed him to view all of the present members of the Conclave, and also, for the time being, go unnoticed by Fal'Navi; it wasn't so long ago that the two of them had come to this world and tainted it, but looking at Fal'Navi, Zekvyr wondered if that memory was even on his mind. Indeed, he seemed more anxious than anything.

The arrival of the young women, entirely covered in armor, was not visible from where Zekvyr was standing. He heard her, the footsteps, the sound of her armor. Curious, the drow, to anyone who wasn't paying attention to him, would have simply vanished; there one moment, gone the next. He disappeared into the wall, which wasn't difficult to do- the room had plenty of shadows- and quietly made his way down to the level below. The chess board, as Haruko had called it. He stayed in the shadows directly in front of the ledge.