Welcome to Gaia! ::

::The Doctors tense face was sparsed with a bit of a quizzical flare as he was trying very intensely to figure out what exactly Datho was talking about. And he quite honestly did not like where this was going.::



::Horror, that was the only way to describe the look on the Doctors face right now. Only two parts of what Datho said jumped and grabbed his heart threatening to squeeze the life from it. A god...a god...?! In his home, and whats more that he had....helped?! The Doctor had sworn his life against the Gods, be here he was nursing.::

--Meanwhile--

::A dozen or so floors directly up, Mary found her cleaning job increasingly difficult as every time she would wipe the floor it continued to get wet. If only she could stop the water from flowing and staining the floor with that pale green. But she couldnt stop crying.

Marcel had taken to standing as close to her as he could without drooling on her involuntarily. You see she knew what the Doctors tone meant exactly. He only ordered her to do something, when it was for her own good. Or when he was going to do something...that he didnt want her to see.::

---Back in the Elevator--



::He was a bit lost in his obvious moment of utter horror there for a moment, until that name and that line escape the...the....things mouth. He spared not even a second before cutting back.::

If you were any use to him...if you were anyzhing more zhan broken....you vouldnt be here. I do not harbor gods in my home, ve vill have to rectify zhat condition immediately.

::There was a coldness in his voice, an uneasy distance between his emotions and the way the words were expressed. He was quite honestly tugged between his prejudice and his duty, and in the strain it seemed he as drawing a blank of sorts.::

::The Doctor had heard enough, he snapped back. For every moment until this point his voice had remained calm. His voice had only ever been raised when it actually needed to be louder in order to be heard. This was an outright shout. His more sickly right arm jetting forward at the boy he saw scrunched in the corner of his elevator shaft.::

YOU DO NOT KNOW ZHE MEANING OF ZHE VORD!!

::His hand pointed straight up at the room the duo had just left. In this tiny box his stern voice carried all to well as it bounced off the thick metal walls.::

Zhere is a little girl, and a little boy up zhere zat vill NEVER see zhe sun again! Zhat vill NEVER know love! Zhat will NEVER have any family ozher zhan myself! Zhey are exiled to a frozen vaste just for being different. And yet you have zhe NERVE to complain because you vere dare cast down from your holy zhrone?!

::For a moment, zhe doctor had let his prejudice get the best of him and ti was quite an ugly thing.::

Zhat innocent boy vas fed, vas taken care of. And chance are zhere are people out zhere zhat are missing him. No von misses us.

::His voice quited from the anger, as he began to regain his composure. But another loud noise had taken up residence in the background, a rhythmic and systematic churning of some massive machine.::

Ve are forsaken. You...you are broken.

: biggrin ing! The elevator door opened revealing a dark hallway with only a single doorway a good 300ft down it end. Gold lined the hall, though it seemed more like it was haphazardly splattered on instead of actually forged. At the far end of the hall, was a single set of double doors, with light cascading from betwix, above, and beneath them just barely casting light down the walkway.::

Now get up, ve are going to fix you.

::And the Doctor made his way down the hall. With each step the sound got a bit louder, and made it a bit harder to hear ones own thoughts. Though the doctor seemed unphased as he traversed.::

There was a sudden rift opening up above the tundra and then an audible thud could be heard as a being seemed to rocket out of that rift before it closed up behind the expulsion of whatever it was that came out of it. Moments would go by a not a sound would escape the vicinity of the area where the crash had occurred. Though, that would change after the course of a few minutes, approximately ten to fifteen minutes afterward.

Then what seemed to be a scaly hand would rise forth. Though, the hand would still be shown as the rest of the arm would be covered by a thick leather of sorts. Though it looked like some fur was adorning it underneath. Those hands would extend some and clench shut as if the being itself was testing to see if it was ok, or atleast its hands were ok. As that was done the two hands would grab the sides of the hole it had created before pulling itself up. Showing more and more of its upper body.

First to be seen was the upper head. Though, no hair was visible or even seen upon it. Instead at a distance it would look like the object was bald. Though, on closer inspection a scale like material made up his skin. It had two antennae that extended forth from his head, though if these were ears or what was unknown. Over where his eyes should have been a pair of dark leather goggles would extend out over them. Hiding the orbs that were the being's eyes. Over where his mouth should have been looked like an old World War I era gas mask. Though, in this case it was an air purifier. Though, that was unknown to anyone looking at it.

As it pulled more and more of its body up it would show its torso. Interwoven leather made up it's shirt. Though, no wool or anything could be seen beneath it. Though, in multiple neon colors tattoos could be seen underneath. It would continue to pull more of itself up and would, eventually, stand to its full height. That would be approximately five feet; five and a half at most. Though, on his right leg seemed to be the same bright colored tattoos. Though, this one quite a decent sized, or it was multiple ones interlocking to make the design. Around the waist of this strange creature were multiple bags and pouches. What these contained was undetermined.

Once it had stood it seemed like it wore absolutely no pants. Though the boots that were on its feet would come up to mid-thigh. At this sight another thing would come to the attention. It wore, what looked like, climbing gear on it's feet over the leather boots. With two jagged and sharp points on each one as if it was to climb a cliff or a wall. Also, at closer inspection it would be seen that the being wasn't actually standing on the ground. Rather, he was floating a foot in the air. An ability that was native to whatever this thing was?

As the sight would finish an onlooker would see it actually rub it's arms as if it was cold. Which wasn't all that surprising for the territory the being had landed in. Though, as that finished a light glowing would come forth from out beneath the interwoven leather strips that made up the shirt, the openings of the sleeves near the hand, and the tops of the boots. Though, what was this? That would remain unknown for the time being. It would begin to walk, or should that be said glide, across the ground looking for something. It would quickly stoop low and pick up a sheath. An assortment of crystals sticking out at where the handle of a weapon would be. He'd quickly strap that to his side onto his left hip before stooping low again. Picking up a compass. This it would look at for a few seconds before putting it on his right shoulder before he would move once more. After a few seconds it would stoop low again picking up a translucent crystal spear before fixing it to its own back. Then it would walk off again. This time it wouldn't stop and stoop low to pick anything up.

Sunstrike blinked and wiggled one of his ears, surprised at having gotten an answer from the now stoic man.

I...I'm going somewhere? He didn't speak the words aloud, keeping them inside rather then lose them over the steadily rising din, or the careful warning from the man he was following. One hand instantly went to slip over his eyes, and even then the light shone through to the back of his eyelids, making him gasp and nearly faulter.

Like water rippling in a pond, even now the darkness was starting to react to the light. A better description would probably be a tide coming in, sweeping along the shores of his mind before retreating, only to come in again in response to the chaos. It was uncomfortable, but not unbearable.

The cool lenses slipped into his other palm, and carefully, slowly, he placed the glasses onto his nose, keeping his eyes firmly shut, as instructed. Licking his lips nervously, he waited for the next set of instructions.

Sunstrike's head tilted as he listened to the doctor speak, standing there while the other walked back and forth. The sound was distorted, or maybe not exactly that word, but that was the closest to the feeling it brought up within Sun.

He actually surpressed the urge to giggle and looked down. The shifting in his mind made his emotions run a riot, and when Sun pulled the glasses off....

His eyes responded to the light. What had once been reds, and oranges now blossomed into a spectrum, a mirror to all the happenings within him at the closeness of something of this magical magnitude.

Part of Sunstrike understood what the doctor was saying, part of him didn't, but all of him agreed that in his short time here, magic had brought nothing but anguish and pain. The gulf that fed off the substance tortured and crippled his mind to the point of numbness.

He had barely hesitated at anything else the doctor had asked him to do before. And Sun remembered the hatred within the other mans voice, and still flinched away from it. Trying not to stare too long at the stone, to the point of actually moving to place the doctor's form in it's way, Sun swallowed hard, before laying his hand in the other man's palm.

He was shaking.

As if knowing what was about to happen the darkness was receeding...building. If it had been a peaceful tide before, it was about to become a raging tsunami. The doctor wouldn't know this, but Sun's suddenly panicked grip would be obvious.

((Hey Max, if this next bit is unlikly, feel free to pass it over
3nodding ))

It might be then that the doctor would feel a change in his creation, the randomness of it's direction shifted focus, and responded to the build within Sun by pooling in small pockets, before flitting back to it's origin.

Sunstrike looked at them in slight panic, only to be able to actually "see" the holes they were opening, and what was beyond them. Water rushed in and flowed back out, roots began to cling to the neverending wall, only to melt away into them. A twister stirred his hair, and fire licked the stone. But again it was only for a few heartbeats before receeding back to where they came.

But there were worse things to open then the elemental planes...boundaries were being tested, only to find that there were none whatsoever.

(( >///< I know, I know XD :cracks fingers: Get ready for this then. Time to have a bit of fun. ))

Time stopped.

It was the weakest of manmade elements after all. Set to a mortal heartbeat and so easily disrupted in it's flow.

The injection had been sharp, there was no pain, only slight discomfort. He felt the liquid move through his vein and pause. This was another him, someone that was looking from the outside in only saw it as another memory. An abstraction of a moment.

After all, hadn't he been jumping all along the timeline since he'd gotten here? Admittedly, he had to skip a few places for being damaged, but it was there. And he'd almost always been alone in his observations, until something spoke right by his ear. For the second time something moved outside his distortion and spoke right towards Sunstrike himself. The first time it had been the shadow being, this time it was...

How much control would you wish over this current situation of yours...Sunstrike.

The stone was conscious but it wasn't, the words were many hundreds of people, while being only one, male, female, and nothing. The effect was disturbing and twisted.

"Control? There's not supposed to be control, only the end." There was a pause, and a feeling of discomfort rose up in Sun's mind.

The end? Humour seemed to be laced through the words, it was deliberately misunderstanding. You wish for the end of existance, then? Everything to be gone?

Before the boy could speak the room and everything in it was gone, emptiness. He panicked.

"N-NO!" And something was there, light that giggled.

I/me/we can not do this for you...Sunstrike. It is only illusion for amusement. He shook physically and had to force himself not to be sick.

"Bring it back then." Before the words were half out of his mouth, the room was back. "What do you want?"

I already asked you...Sunstrike.

"That doesn't make SENSE?! Why are you asking me? I didn't create you." Again the tinkling little laughter, it sounded like bells.

This is...also amusement. The doctor admitted himself that he created I/us/me/it because of you. Well if THAT wasn't a kick in the head....

"Will the injection work?"

For a while, a little while. It will drive you mad.

"I'm already mad."

You have no idea/concept what true madness is. That gave him a pause. It was a lot similar to what the doctor had said about not knowing what forsaken was. The being continued.

You will be connected to myself, and yet not. I will give you everything and take it away, and you will feel this, and you will scream...are you prepared?

There was no warning other then this.

Time started again.

Later on, he was fairly certain the being in the center of the room gave him a wink, though that was absurd. He wouldn't be able to confirm it, because as soon as the injection reached his heart, the world exploded.

And he screamed.

Light, and energy surged through what was known as the black tower, and exploded through the null field, causing it to glow like a Roman Candle. Magic was suddenly thrown outwards from the place like a drunk in a bar, to surge across the oceans surrounding Guldor. Snow arched out of the place and solidified into strange, wavelike structures of ice all along the edges of the island, jagged and sharp. A wall of dripping glass, the shape of thousands of hands.

This would be felt by any other beings on the island, but the worst of the manipulation would be centered around the edges.

Sunstrike, or the darkness within Sun, was reaching frantically for the magic. And by doing so, he was forcing it further and further away. He screamed so violently the sides of his mouth split and bled. The stone was gone, all that was left was him in the center, pouring his soul into his ravaged voice until there was none left at all, his vocal cords ripped and shredded.

And still, he screamed silently.

His blackwashed eyes dripped red and spattered across the floor where he knelt, joining the already growing pool from his mouth. It was gone, it was all...another surge as he reached outwards, causing more explosions as a result. He could feel it, it was THERE.

It slipped through his fingers like the blood, and all he could do was ache, and bleed, and cry.

Help me...

How much control...

The same words echoed, again and again, and he spoke them in little puffs of air between screams.

A sting, and then darkness. And Sunstrike, once again, did as he was told with barely a whimper as the cold floor met him, and unconsciousness cradled his mind.

Everything receeded once the boy was out. And it wouldn't be until much later that the dreams would start again. The masks and the characters, the monsters and the realms he dared not tread. He reached for these much like he reached for the magic, only to have it leave him in the same way.

Sun could only witness now, there was nothing to connect him to what had been, just the gap of what was to be.