Maybe he would just lay here and not bother, because this dark was getting the better of him.
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2Total: 2 (1-100)
Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 6:55 pm
Clearly, he'd already died and gone to purgatory. Purgatory was the floor his face was pressed up against. Maybe someone would run into his body like a tiny, fleshy mountain and decide he needed demolishing. They do that for tunnels, you know. Selective cave ins and everything, to make room for a road.
HE WOULD NOT BE TURNED INTO A ROAD. ASH WAS THE MOUNTAIN.
With one confident step through the door, Thackery found himself enveloped in darkness. He felt around for some indication of a light source, before realization finally struck that the door probably would have informed him about a loss of another sense, had he stopped to read it.
Too late for that now, he supposed.
Just as he began to wonder if he might be able to see again should he opt to walk back out of the room, The Voice spoke, passing one more set of instructions down to him - and it was, inarguably, the most crucial instructions he knew he'd ever been given. There had never been something so direct, never something that led right to being the True King. Though he listened and acted out each and every thing it had ever asked of him down to the tiniest details, this one would have to be flawless.
His senses returned in a sudden torrent of sound and lights, the byproduct of so many curious creatures inspecting the throne and the area around it. He rubbed at his eyes, pushing the blurry stars from his vision until he could properly see again, taken aback by the sheer number of them all. This must be the difficulty that came with being the True King.
He moved with purpose, turning to approach one of the disgusting Lost silver beings, when a flash of blue fur caught his eye. A lot of very familiar blue fur. The Lost ones could wait.
Despite the fact that there was really no need for him to do so, he crept towards his Queen, hands outstretched until his fingertips met his side. His palms slipped around his waist and held him just long enough for him to plant himself squarely in front of him, in case he chose to run.
He grabbed a handful of kitsune tail and grinned against his cheek.
"Hiii, Remi," he purred, for no useful reason but his own satisfaction.
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oh my god i'm sorry remi
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15Total: 15 (1-100)
Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 6:58 pm
Listen, universe of falsehoods and half-truths, Ash thought. You and I need to have words.
This door made her stop for a spell. To enter, sacrifice all that you see. She felt very cold reading that. Deaf and mute, she was now to be blind as well? She glanced down at the ink designs she'd done in her walk, her body, the tower around her. It was a decision to come here, to do this. She already knew she was going to see this through to the end... she just admitingly figured she'd see it.
Taking a breath, she crossed through the door.
The instant darkness made her cry out, though no sound came from her throat. Her wings flexed, tail slashed. The smooth floor was disorientating further, cold against her bare feet. She could make heads nor tails of everything around her. The only thing she could do was walk forward, arms out around her and wings twitching through the air now and then. The sound of the Voice did nothing to help her. So the subjects were to blame? Lovely.
Death to all.
Agsil winced as her thigh struck something-- a table? Running her hands carefully over it, she was at least able to confirm that. Further searching had her poking at a book. Running her fingers over the pages, it was a shame she could not see it. What secrets did its ink hold?
Too bad she couldn't find a way to read it. Ugh.
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Name: Agsilved Rank: Pawn HP: 25/25
Description: An ink dragon, long black hair and purple eyes. Horns, wings, tail, and claws dripping ink all show the black reptilian creature she really is.
To enter, sacrifice all that you see. Sinclair knew that this final offering would be the one he was most prepared for. In the oldest of his manufactured memories, his eyesight had always been poor, nothing but blurs of indistinct colors without his glasses to shape them. They had been broken in the White Kingdom, and he had traveled ever since with cracks marring his vision.
Now, though, he didn't need them to see clearly. He walked into the next room without hesitation, and as darkness filled his eyes, his senses narrowed to the feel of Zephyros' hand, fingers tightly intertwined with his, and the Voice, issuing its final challenge -- to them, and to the Kings.
His grip on that hand tightened to a vice, and to call it a "death grip" seemed horribly appropriate. His other hand groped blindly for him, squeezing his arm through his sleeve, tracing its way down until it found his palm. Making sure that his hold was secure, he moved, backwards until he felt something wet and cold against his back.
Just a little bit longer.
Eranas
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Current HP remaining: 25/25 Target(s): None Rank Ability: Chance - Unused Kingdom Ability: None Character Kingdom: Silver Character's Miasma Colour: Silver Character Description: Sinclair is small and slight, with dark skin and even darker hair, clad in the simple clothes of the Silver Kingdom. His tunic has been patched up and his glasses repaired, but he seems somehow diminished.
The target of her tentative outreach seemed to either know her well enough, or want nothing to do with her. All they had done was run into her, almost tumbling her away from Shun. She gripped Shun's arm hard so as not to lose him, and snapped her tentacles viciously out in the direction the figure had run, feeling the tips hit some part of their body just enough to leave a sting. She hoped they would remember how it felt, in case they came back for a second round.
Riley patted Shun's shoulder, the only method of communicating with him that she could think of for the moment. Jack, she missed telepathy something awful right about now.She missed the hive, too. It was the first time since her disconnect that she actually wished for them back.
He found her easily, in the dark. Her pale skin stood out like a beacon, garbed in the awful silver clothing of the traitors, beside Kiwi as though everything were still as it had been, as though she were normal.
She was not. Not anymore. His heart seized in his chest, constricting painfully as he took several steps towards her, hesitating only a moment.
His arm locked around her neck from behind, pulling her backwards, the sword digging into her side.
You are not the one I want.
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Current HP remaining:110 Unlimited Damage done: 13 Target(s): Lifen Rank Ability : BESERK MODE Kingdom ability: Unused Character kingdom: Edric (Regalia) Character's Miasma Colour: Gold Character description:BAM
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78Total: 78 (1-100)
Maybe he was trapped in a small room. A room so small it contained a lot of floor and a lot of books and that's about it.
Ash frowned.
Where had the False King gotten off to...?
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Posted: Mon Jan 28, 2013 7:04 pm
Seriously, room?
Seriously?
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Current HP remaining: 50 Damage done: Target(s): Rank Ability : Knight -x2 melee @ 15> hp - Passive Kingdom ability: Full Reflection - 3d10: recoil/dmg/heal Character kingdom: Violet Kingdom of Reflection Character's Miasma Colour: Violet Character description: 7 & 1/2 feet tall and built like a tank. No traditional pyramid helm, which reveals crazed green eyes and sharp teeth. He no longer has key laurels, and there's a white flower on his hand, touching the edge of his intricate black key tattoo. He's dressed in Victorian style, but is oddly barefoot.
She tried to move forward and-- hit the table again. Hello. Yes, hello to you too, book. Now unless you'd like to magically talk to her in her mind like the Voice, please allow her to move away.
As it was, Agsil rubbed at her leg with a scowl. This no sight thing was really... really annoying.
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Name: Agsilved Rank: Pawn HP: 25/25
Description: An ink dragon, long black hair and purple eyes. Horns, wings, tail, and claws dripping ink all show the black reptilian creature she really is.
Another king sent one of the silvery creatures in his direction. He made a motion to stab her, but no luck. His blade struck the floor. Even blind, deaf, and dumb, they were horribly quick.
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Current HP remaining: INFINITE Damage done: NADA Target(s): Millie (1/6) Rank Ability : 2d12-4 Character kingdom: Black Character description: Aymet is a creature of pure shadow, currently standing about six feet tall. He is pure black, with blue accents, frayed wispy wings and tail, and few visible features.
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31Total: 31 (1-100)
Huh. He was soaked to the bone from the knees down, now, because he'd just tripped and walked right into a fountain of some design.
Fortunately, the papers in his pocket were safe. Ash licked his teeth, wondering if he should write something to the voice, finger in liquid then pressed to paper, but.
He had no idea what to write.
Alas.
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Current HP remaining: 50 Damage done: Target(s): Rank Ability : Knight -x2 melee @ 15> hp - Passive Kingdom ability: Full Reflection - 3d10: recoil/dmg/heal Character kingdom: Violet Kingdom of Reflection Character's Miasma Colour: Violet Character description: 7 & 1/2 feet tall and built like a tank. No traditional pyramid helm, which reveals crazed green eyes and sharp teeth. He no longer has key laurels, and there's a white flower on his hand, touching the edge of his intricate black key tattoo. He's dressed in Victorian style, but is oddly barefoot.
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