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((This is JdH, buddy. If I wanted to respond to that post with one paragraph, nothing can stop me.))

((I am so tempted to kick it into high gear, but when that happens I get impatient...

Ask Jackie.. when we rp I give her like two pages of description and then I get antsy for her responce (which ends up as long as mine).. then we go back and forth like that until we scream and end up using little posts to make it go faster. -snicker- Its more fun to do detailed posts with evil charries too..

Like my Elizabeth...and Alyssa..))

((hey check this out))

][Mwahahaha! -Pose.- 'm content with that post. Now back to posting as I regularly do. xd

Sorry about the delay everyone, I just wanted to see if I could do just as well. -Snicker.-][

((Is someone else opening the door for him or should I knock?))

((I'll open ye door then))

His head riddled with what he should do next. He waited there like a statue, wondering what was on the other side of this door that he would have to face, man to man, or to woman, or beast. He didn't know. Abigor liked to know how to address a stranger, and he rarely knocked on one's door if he didn't know them. He felt comfortable being prepared for things like this, because his address, primarily the first one, was very important, to him anyways.

His ears perked at the noises he heard now, from the other side. It was just like a leap to him, two different planes separated by a doorway. He wanted to know what was on the other side, but he had his manners enough to wait for someone to address him properly. He did like what he could manage to hear from this side. 'Do enjoy!' Someone was eating something. Maybe he came at a bad time. He knew from personal experience how rude it was to interrupt one's meal. He often went off on people for doing that to him.

His hand began to glow, the left ring finger encased by a solid gold ring forged from the rocks of Hell. This was no ordinary ring, and it seethed with arcane powers, lying dormant no longer as they sunk into this realm like drops of water from a leaky faucet, pooling in the depths of a filthy sink with no exit to any place further. Abigor spaced out long enough for his ring's powers to break his hold and miasma fogged his entire hand. It was not wise to wield the powers of Hell with limited control. One thing Abigor would have to learn would be to focus more on his powers and less on being civilized. With great power came great responsibility - or need for such responsibility at least. The miasma began to get out of control, feeding on the door in front of him, burning and rotting its surface, leaving nothing but dust behind. The miasma wasn't intense at this level to do much more than scratch the surface of this door, as it could only be controlled to a heavier extent if Abigor actually focused and intended to break through the door. The ring only tried to give him what he wanted, and it fed on his mind just as it ate at the door. The ring was evil, but such was expected from an item forged of Hell with it's wicked intentions in mind.

It wasn't much longer before Abigor noticed this leak, and quickly pulled his hand away from the door, containing his miasma and strengthening his psychic binds on it. Demonic symbols were weaved through the stones of the surface gold, branding hotly into the ring's precious metal and dissipating, shielding any further damage the miasma could cause. It took a powerful sorcerer to completely bind the ring permanently. It was more like plugging holes in an already sunken ship, and telling the water to stay out, but in this case, the miasma to stay in. It wouldn't hold for very long.

Speaking of long, it seemed as if Abigor had been waiting out here for eons. He wasn't the type to remain patient for long, although his ideals of being a polite, model citizen kept him at bay. He was a demon, not a push-over. It drove him crazy how he couldn't kill and stay on Gaia. He was here until he proved his worth as a demon and killed as a demon would kill. Until then, he got what he wanted and remained on Gaia... but for a price: his urges had to be locked away just like the miasma in the ring he wore. He may be powerful, but he felt enfeebled by this curse, this hex.

His figure began to change, and thicken in its core. Apparently his jump hadn't finished, as the ley line was much too strong to release him just yet. His walk was still being savored by the powers of the realms and their lines. This is why the door had not yet opened. He wasn't fully there yet. The shift from half-warped to full was quick for him now, and he realized here that he needed to be much more careful with his warps, otherwise he risked being pulled through the ley lines and sent back to Hell, as that is where the Void thinks he belongs. The temporal distortion caused by his rift seemed to spiral through the halls, separating his astral form from the ley line, and releasing his 'soul' back to his body. The sonic distortion caused by this rift was so jagged, that if the hallway had been any more narrow, it would have exploded. Abigor gasps, choking as he feels his Gaian form and just how much it actually differs from his Astral form that he used in Hell, and through the jump he made when he plane walked earlier. His eyes were so pale that they had fogged over, the flesh being much warmer than his previous hollow form. Blinking a moment to adjust his vision, the door had opened automatically, now sensing a presence there to trigger it.

((i bet you're gonna like how that ends with me opening the door. I told you I was an expert when it comes to twisting scenarios to make sure there were no flaws in the RP 3nodding ))