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Allen pulled the pink thing out of his bag, though the author of this post still isn't sure what it is. Beyond it being pink. As Ethan never said anything else about it. But still, everyone else seemed to think it was important, so he might as well try with it, you know?

And so, he moved in towards the temple with that in hand, his body relaxing completely as he did so. The more normal motions he'd made when getting out of the van and looking confused all merged into fluid movement at this point. And his eyes seemed to glow with an internal light, if any managed to look at him.

"Well, lets get this over with. I need to get home. I'll be in enough trouble as it is."

As both Allen and Athan approached, a blue and a purple light shot from them respectively swirling around the building. Slowly, the massive doors would creack open, revealing two figures surrounded by light.

"Welcome Saviors..." a gentle voice would sound out from the building, subtly wasn't it's thing after all. "Come forward...." As the three would step forward, a large vacumn would swirl the air around them before sucking them into the temple, the doors closing behind them with a loud echoing thump.

Outside, the remaining players were left with the two figures, one a dark purple color, no disgingushable figure except for one large eye making it appear almost like a shadelord and one pinkish white figure with several eyes all the way around it's head, making it appear as if a negative of another shade lord.

"Pathetic mortals..."and the sky filled with lightening as the two figures rose in the air, looking down on the ones would be champions.

"Holy ********...." This was from Sam as she looked up. "That is a corrupted Amp and Null...." She pointed to the glistening stones seemingly embedded in their chest.

The three 'Champion' however, were trapped inside the temple and facing an empty room with a bloodstained altar in it. Behind the altar was a door but other then that, there was the visible throbbing of growing power, on the walls a thousand etchings of destruction of the mortals vs the Celestials and Infernals...and each of the them vs each other.

"Each man judges his own virtue or vice...."

In front of each was a small coin that was dropped with a delicate plink. In front of Vahn....was a coin marked 'Positive' in front of Allen, one marked 'Negative' and in front of Athan was 'Balance'.


((OOC: Allen, Vahn and Athan have to find and defeat Viceroy inside the temple. They can stay and RP in this thread...Everyone else please post IC in the "Void"

Everyone else can play with Amp and Null as they please. ))

By the time Athan had reorganized his senses upon entering the temple, he was treated to the image of Vahn heading his way towards the door before them. The altar, well, it was pretty gross, but it didn't appear to have any sort of real importance.

He cracked his neck and surveyed the room as best he could. Just one door, and the etchings in the wall appeared to be strictly historic in nature. The sudden sound of a foot striking the door caught his attention, and snapped it away from the walls.

"Impatient, isn't he?"

Athan cast a sidelong glance towards Allen as he scooped up the coin in front of him. He used his thumb to flip the coin into the air, then snagged it on the descent before stashing it in his pocket. From there, it was a simple matter to begin walking forward, after Vahn.

He wondered what the strange disembodied voice had meant by choosing their own virtue or vice. That thought was soon stifled by the realization that they would probably find out some time in the near future.

Vahn's impatience got the better of him. He would soon find himself knocked the hell back as the throb of energy bust forth. It was covering the entire room in something incredibly quickly, a magical barricade that trapped the champions inside. A bramble of crystalline thorns; a magical rosebush prison.

And there was a new figure, one that Vahn and Athan would find slightly familiar. The Viceroy, only this time all traces of the meek Leon were gone and more chaotic corruption was visible. The suit jacket was gone, replaced by a long tattered red coat. His face was obscured by a flowing black scarf, and his eyes seemed to leak energy below it. Finally, he had two skeletal wings made of black crystal, dropping a constant shower of rose petals instead of feathers. The strange part, they burst into magical energy the minute they hit the ground.

An arm went out in front of him and his entire being burst into rose petals. While they swirled around three figures dropped from the ceiling. They were almost like mannequins, or those dolls artists use, featureless. And they danced in a circle, rose petals swirling around them.

Distracting really. But distracting enough to take away from the three thorned vines zooming towards the champions? And how much would it hurt to be grappled by one of those? Only time would tell.

Needless to say, the last thing he had expected was to see Vahn hurtling back -towards- him. He couldn't help but think seconds before impact that perhaps, of all days, today was not the best to get out of bed.

He ducked and braced himself for impact, and boy was there one. Athan took the brunt of the flying body and went rolling with him. Unlike Vahn, Athan slid the majority of the way on his back before coming to a stop a good few yards behind Vahn's resting place. He quickly pushed himself to his feet, just in time to observe the Viceroy's grand disappearing act.

Being behind everyone, it was pretty easy to tell what was going on as far as the vines were concerned. As Vahn did a little gardening around the vine that were creeping up towards him, Athan's right hand drew free the weapon he had received from the previous Viceroy battle.

"Looks like this thing'll come in handy after all."

He pivoted on his left foot, bringing the short sword around, aiming directly at the vine that was approaching his own direction.

One. Two. Three. All blows hit their respective vines causing them to shatter into fragments of crystal. The unexpected effect: Destroying those vines caused every other one to writher and shake. The once dancing puppets began to be thrashed about the room by their vine threads. Smashed against that wall, bashed against the other. But slowly but surely the vines let go of the puppets, yet the thrashing didn't stop.

The puppets were hap hazardly leaping off the walls like ninja from bad movies.

Course they soon broke into dancing like attacks. The one charging towards Vahn made two prancing leaps before breaking into a flying jump kick. It had enough speed behind it to hit hard, and was nimble enough to give the fiery man a foot to the face if he wasn't careful.

A second one put two hands on its head, while standing on one foot. It only took a few silly hops before the puppet was spinning like a top right towards Athan. Course the hands didn't stay on the head for long, they stretched out into fists. It was a tornado of ballet doom coming right for the almost hero.

Despite Allen being in the most compromising position, his puppet only made a dashing roll at him. But the close observer would notice the rose petals swirling around only that puppet. When it came out of the roll, the puppet phased from being a puppet to being the Viceroy. From the momentum of the roll, Viceroy went in for a powerful sweep kick to Allen's side. Following it up with a rose trailed uppercut to the jaw.

The puppets were going apeshit on the walls, which gave Athan plenty of time to assess the situation as one puppet headed in his direction, acting like a ballerina on steroids.

He spun the shortsword in his right hand, planting it into its sheathe. His hand left the hilt of the shorter weapon to grip onto that of his original sword.

"Feh..."

It was a simple matter of length. His sword, nearly five feet in length, would easily outdistance the arms of the puppet. Two giant steps to the side, and Athan was winding up the weapon. Puppets didn't really have eyes, so he had no clue if it could see the attack coming or not.

A single step forward, and he swung the sword with enough force to either chop the puppet in half, or send it flying directly at Vahn's former assailant.