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((Mh. I'll start. Just let me go spazz out in the hallway and fall over on the hardwood floor underneath the slippery carpets until I think of something...*walks off*))

Time passed. The grand clock ticked. The room was quiet. ALL was quiet...

Slowly, the dishevled figure that had once been a streched out skeleton on the floor began to shrink and grow flesh again. Her robe covered most of her body, except her painfully awake face.

"...OW. I am never, NEVER, doing that again." Cyrea sat up, watched the world spin in it's lovely little pretty colors, and lay back down again. "Yes...pretty colors...yeeeeees..." She was dillusional, obviously, and not surprisingly after the amount of strength she had forced into the final attack on father* only a few hours ago. She had remained presently awake, and the woozy sight had only happened twice before. The first time when she had let her real power out on one of the other immortals. The second time was when she had been chained and bolted to a door for 7 days, her essense slowly leaking out like helium in a balloon that just has a liiiiitle, little crack in the opening that allows it to deflate. That hadn't been fun. That was why a man was trying to push a boulder to the top of a sharp, pointy hill that it kept rolling down around now.

In another attempt to sit up, she finally noticed the fact that there were worried, angry, and downright depressed faces staring at her. That would be, er...Yata, Kyfen, Aqua, Gaia, Za, Infyrnous, and Matt. Ixpath was nowhere to be seen. "Um. I'm in trouble, aren't I?"

((And I'll control Gaia for now...))

"No." Gaia sighed. "But since you were the one that went crazy, you're supposed to be the one to clean up the mess."

"Oh, well that's just..." Cyrea turned to Yata. "Y'know, if you want to put your hands over the kid's ears, now would be a good time to do so." She then turned back to Gaia and continued her sentance, which I am not going to write because of the obscenety. But, when she was done, she was plenty the calmer. "And...and a load of...um...sh--cakes. OK, I'm done now."

((*See ~!~The Immortals~!~ In the intermediate section by Moobrains.))

Aqua sat on an isolated beach. She twirled a thin stream of water in a very intricate pattern using her index finger. She sighed, "I wonder what all the other immortals are up to? Shouldn't they call a meeting or something? I'm getting restless not being able to cause any disasters."

Aqua was wondering where Granny Gaia was. She usually would spark some interest but 'Mother' must have been hiding. "She must be getting old." She started to make huge waves in the ocean in front of her. "I wish they had some surfers out today," she sighed again.

Kyfen blinked. I wonder what all those words meant. Is it some sort of spell?
What had happened the day they fought Father was still a bit of a blur in his mind. It was as if he'd been sectioned off from the action, wrapped up in his own shell of unawakened power and mysterious intervention. It was a little disconcerting- after all, he'd lost his memories before, and could remember what that had been like. This, however, was different. He couldn't remember anything much about the fight because he hadn't been there, mentally.
Waiting for the stream of words to end, Kyfen looked down at his hand. There was a flicker of golden light streaming beneath his skin, only visible if he strained his eyes until he could feel them burning. He could remember what had happened there very well.

There'd been a voice- the kind that sets of little kaleidescopes of colour off in your head, that vibrates your soul as it speaks in a smooth tenor voice. Every word was intoned clearly and perfectely, like a priest giving off a sermon.
"Are you ready now?" The voice had asked, in his head where no-one else could hear him. "We need to begin."
Kyfen was scared. He couldn't see anything- just a glow that hurt his eye sockets. What was going on?
"What's happening? Why'd you choose me?" He'd asked, outloud. Telepathy was something that didn't come naturally to him.
"You weren't chosen, child, you were made"
Kyfen frowned, confused. A twelve-year old could find these things hard to digest. "Yeah, I know. When a Mummy and a Da-"
"No! Not like that. You weren't born, per se. You will learn, in time. Now, are you ready?"
"...Yes. Can you help me defeat Father?" He wanted to help. Everyone else could fight, and all he had done was get in trouble and fail at riding a dragon.
"No. That's not how our plan works. Now..."

"And...and a load of...um...sh--cakes. OK, I'm done now."
Kyfen opened his eyes. Cyrea had stopped speaking, looking fairly exhausted on the floor. Prehaps the spell had taken a lot out of her.
"Cyrea!" He exclaimed, running over to where she was sitting. "Are you ok? I was worried!"

"Not exactly nothing. Well, unless you call getting rid of a ancient evil then finding another, more powerful one doing nothing. No, Well, maybe i'm doing nothing. I'm checking up on followers and Avatars. Ask whomever your patron diety is to abandon your enemies. They've already abandoned me." A pillar of worms around six feet tall leaned on a staff with a crystal set on the end, its writhing shape conflicting with the backround, its voice hissing and raspy at the same time, this terrible thing probably shouldn't be. "By the way, that's a cute kitty you have there. And a lusk." The things fingers, made of worms spiraled around each other, scratched the cat behind the ears. "Given how long it takes Cyrea to cover, something strange will happen in the next 10 minutes."