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::The kneeling Hykanan listens quietly to the intrigued words of the others, including the Jedi and the boy Saiya-jin. The little girl seems to be snoozing, while Jade is keeping her thoughts mainly to herself. His eyes repeatedly tracing invisible paths to and from each of their faces, Sir Aaron simply nods once in response, having little else to say. They seem to understand what he meant. Even so, he himself doesn't really know what is supposed to happen. This has never been done in such a manner, seeing as his son is the first being of his kind. This only works in theory.

Within seconds, Deity is unconscious, his fingers going lax as his head hangs down, tail likewise ceasing any movement. His father simply shifts himself closer, raising his left arm and dropping his palm onto the Tonepian's back.::

....I don' know 'ow long this will take.

::His breathing slow and quiet, sunken eyes closed, the tall Mystic Orinian soon awakens in a very different world.
This new realm is vast, dark, eerily void even amidst the chaotic sound of a heavy downpour. The desert, barren floor is flooded with almost a foot of black rainwater, more pounding down in sheets every second. The only visible land is that of the scattered, monotone dunes of grey sand that rise like giant beasts from the depths. What sky is visible above the horizon is a gloomy shade that denotes little light in this world, abysmal black storm clouds roiling in the heavens above. A prevailing wind is the cause of the gentle slant of the rainfall as it hits Deity's shoulders, the boy representing the first sign of any color in this void.

The tall redheaded Orinian is standing atop one of the larger hills of sand, his hair drooping slightly as it begins to collect the water pouring down onto it. The fur of his tail is somewhat matted down by the dark water, looking to be barely horizontal as it hangs behind Deity's legs. The pale boy himself wears only a pair of black jeans and matching leather shoes, beads of water travelling hurriedly down his back and chest as he looks solemnly about at his surroundings. As the silent wind carries the rain at an angle down to the ground below, Deity can see hundreds, even thousands of shards of what look to be glass floating idly about in small groups through the air. He can clearly see them, despite having to look through what one would think is total blackness aside from the sky beyond. Following a path distinct from that of the rain or air current, they simply hover about on winding, narrow paths, occasionally drawing closer to the lone figure.

He stands tall and alone, appearing as a mere speck amidst this massive plane. As he looks around, he notices a faraway group of broken glass pieces making a trail in his direction. Furrowing his brow with interest, he tilts his head as his tapered ears lift, his whole body turning toward the approaching shards. As he takes a few steps closer, dry sand kicked about around his boots, he can vaguely see the reflection of the storm clouds and the rain upon each shard, regardless of how big or small it is. They're mirrors. Instinctively drawn to look closer, Deity walks until he can move no further due to the slope of the sand dune, the mirrors floating slowly out of the darkness and right by him. Raising his brows and widening his red eyes, he looks as closely as he can to try and catch his reflection. As though looking right back, each piece rotates so that their respective flat sides face his form.

All he sees is a demon, a blackened stare interrupted by a blinding flash of white. Deity cries out in pain suddenly as crimson lighting cracks deafeningly down behind him, causing every mirror shard to glow just as brightly. Clutching his ears with his hands, the boy drops to his knees in the sand, screaming a terrible cry of agony as he stares forward, wide-eyed. The red lighting strikes again, the Mystic Devil's black nails sharpening into claws, his sclerae becoming a thick black. The numerous mirror pieces illuminate the entire land with each red flash of lighting, the blinding light reflected from both the clouds above and the water below. Shutting his eyes and gritting his teeth, the demon begins to stand to his feet, still grasping at the sides of his head as though in response to a loud noise. Just as he regains his vertical base, his body arches back rather painfully. Out of his body seems to crawl a second person, another boy of similar size pulling himself out. Like a ghost, a dark-haired young man seems to be gripping the main body and forcing himself out, stepping out with one leg as he struggles to free himself.

In only a moment, the boy seems to be hurled out, flying headfirst off the side of the dune. The redhead drops his hands with exhaustion and doubles over, out of breath, the freed boy tumbling helplessly down the side of the sandy hill. With a dark splash he hits the water below, rolling through it to a gradual stop and pushing himself onto his hands and knees. Back to normal, the dark-haired Deity now looks up to his left, seeing Fierce, clad now in fitted leather pants and knee-high boots with his twisted black gloves, standing lazily atop the hill. A series of three vermillion bolts illuminates the area, the devil's twisted grin visible as water drips off of it. He's controlled his breathing, Deity now working toward a similar goal as he pushes himself to his feet, his jeans and shoes now thoroughly soaked.::

Fancy seein' you here....

.o O ( hey deity ^^ *blinks*... i have nooo idea whats going on... but i'm here cuz i need to rp... my wittle twins are being born in 8 days 4laugh )

.o O ( ^__^ thaanks. i'm gonna have to do it early in the morning though... and it might not be quite coherent cuz its my birthday as well when they'll be born [and that wouldbe my real bday lol] and i intend on partying thursday night and continuing until sunday... so the 17th shall prove to be interesting lol )

.o O ( mmm... is caine around? )

((I don't know if he is hun, I'll see if I can dig him up. x3))

Jade felt Deity's hand relax completely in hers, but she still held on to it as she watched his still form. She didn't know what else she could do, and it was obviously frrustrating to her. She jumped slighlty at Valin's sudden movement, turning and looking at the Jedi with wide eyes. It took a moment for her to relax a little again, before looking to Sir Aaron.

"Is waiting all we can do...?"

User growled angerily, "We sit and wait... as Deity fights on..."

He felt... useless. There was nothing he could do. Nothing. For a man use to action, use to fighting with his his hands and feet - to watch a man your friend love fight a battle that was beyond the physical... it was annoying, irritating, and frustrating. However, User knew that Deity needed to fight this battle alone. Like all true warriors - they fought alone until they could not fight anymore. If Deity was strong enough, he would win this.

If he didn't, then he was not as strong as User thought him to be. but Deity had proved himself to be a powerful warrior before and hopefully he continued to live up to this expectation.

For Jade's sake.

.o O ( *glomps caine* hey cutie ^_^ )

.o O (yippeeeee! <333 i loves you muches! )