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 Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 10:19 pm
*Nana had little to no interest in Phia at all, and Mastema wasn't being threatening to her, so of course he was being ignored. Her attack would continue, with several new buldges of energy escaping her hand to reinforce what was already being sent at Xol. Just before the energy would make its final strike at Xol, it formed back into its undefined shape, only now with the extra fed energy was even larger that before. Xol would be struck if he didn't move, and the energy would very well threaten to engulf him, even if there would be little damage*
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 10:23 pm
*Mastema would continue to remove the tank. He had an idea of how to use this corpse. May as well make this visit worth it. Bringing the tank closer to himself, he places a hand on it, being ready to teleport at any time*
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 10:37 pm
Xol simply rolled his head back and let the raw energy pulse from his body. The titanium plating floor under foot in a five foot radius flash fried instantly, melting into a pool of goldish colored liquid. The rest in another five foot radius groaned before buckling and ripping off the floor, flying around in a violent maelstrom.
His eyes were black with a crimson pupil, matching the symbiotic suit that covered his body and gauntlets. It would have been a sight to behind under different circumstances. The heat emenating off Xol's body was a feat in itself. The immediate area around him was pouring off the extreme temperature of over a million degrees kelvin while the wind pouring off him round reach Nana at a staggering 200 degrees farenheight. Taking into acount that the lab was an enclosed space, within minutes it would begin to become an oven and add to that the temperature around Xol was still rising.
He spoke no words, instead just staring blanking with his black eyes to Nana. Five of the ten ton titanium plates broke off from Xol like a comet breaking from the Suns gravity and soared at Mastema. His stance had not changed nor had his poisition.
Ten seconds remained on the countdown.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 10:55 pm
*The heat energy from Xol could be seen pouring around the sides of the semi-white sphere around Nana. Her attack wasn't letting up, and with ten seconds to go there wasn't much time left to do anything. The titanium plates may have been headed toward Mastema, but they were still a part of Xol and considered dangerous. Nana's left hand raises to the plates of titanium, and a burst of energy changes their course, they'd wind up sticking in the back of a wall several meters away. Another burst of energy escapes Nana's right hand*
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 11:00 pm
*Mastema kepts one hand on the tank, one on Nana's back, and his foot on the robe. He seemed to have a plan to get out of here. But he certainly didn't want to stop Xol from destroying his current living place and anything in it*
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 11:03 pm
Xol's smirk could be seen even as Nana's energy overtook him. The heat was still building and was topping five million degrees kelvin at the moment. Oddly enough the vast majority of the heat stayed within the area of his aura.
Even as Nana's attack engulfed him, his aura persisted in poking out at some points.
The countdown had hit five and if Mastema planned on escaping, especially with his wife then it would have been the best time to do it.
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 11:23 pm
*Nana in her current state, could perceived Mastema's hand on her back as a hostile action about to take place. As such her attack on Xol ceases and she turns to strike at Mastema. Her life really was in his hand, her only lifeline to leave the Keep and live. Her eye was still glazed over, or so Mastema would see as she attacked or tried to stab at him with her hand*
New target aquired...
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 11:31 pm
*mastema simply stood as the attack was made on him. Nana's hand would stab clean into Mastema's chest. Still, Mastema showed no discomfort* It truly has been a pleasure to see you again Xol, but our time is done. *Waiting until he heard a certain sound, Mastema would vanish a mere split second before Xol's explosive went off. He'd activated the small teleporter in Nana's robes with his telekinesis. With him, he'd taken the robe, its accessories, Nana, and the tanks with Phia inside*
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Posted: Wed Aug 24, 2005 11:40 pm
Xol let Mastema leave and continued to revel in his new found power, not caring that the timer ticked to one and a blinding white flash has engulfed the room.
The ground around the Keep push upwards from the explosion, any piece of the granite and titanium covering the outer shell of the Keep not incinerated in the blast were tossed thousands of feet into the air. The mushroom cloud that emerged from the hole itself would reach an altitude of roughly 10,000 feet as any trees and wildlife in a radius just before the BC was flattened and turned to dust.
After a few moments, the dust began to settle and the chunks of granite and titanium that survived the blast would rain down across the land. Only a massive hole would remain where the Keep once was. Oddly enough, no pieces of the actual keep could be seen, only a pool of liquified titanium deep in the epicenter.
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Posted: Sat Sep 24, 2005 12:00 am
The long since hardened pool of titanium at the bottom of the extensive crater cracked. Just one, seemingly insignificant crack that slowly spread over it's mirror-like gold surface. Snaking out from the first crack expanded a multitude of other cracks untill the pool of hardened titanium shattered and a plume of black mist seeped out. It began to form into the shape of a being above the polished gold shards of broken titanium.
With the formation complete, slight features began to become more noticable, most predominantly being Xol's crimson eyes, demonic tail and horns. He stood from his previously crouched position and immediately took note of the darkness that enshrouded everything around him. Realizing that it was something that had to be dealt with swiftly, Xol expanded his aura. However, it was not his normal murky gray aura, instead he opted to reveal his seldom seen sky blue holy aura. It wasn't like he hid the fact he was of angelic origin, he just liked to divulge his demonic side more as being associated with Heaven was something he despised greatly. His stepped out of the crater where his Keep once stood and let his piercingly bright aura illuminate an area roughly 1000 feet in radius around him. "... And so the 'fallen one' rose out of his earthen grave to right those who had wronged him, and had been wronged, by the evils of the land... "
Xol stopped abruptly as his sky blue aura exploded with a furious surge of holy power, accented by bright red demonic energy that coursed along as it expanded and lit up an area of ten square miles for a brief moment. It quickly decreased into a massive cylinder that shot an unknown distance into the sky before fading and leaving nothing, not even it's originator in it's wake.
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2006 1:07 am
Xol stood on an outstrech of earth, almost a catwalk that stuck out from ground in front of the black sphere that encased his Keep. His crimson eyes were narrowed into slits at the smoking crater that was once the Dojo. Look like the regeneration spell failed after all. From his perch roughly one hundred odd feet above the forest canopy, Xol turned his gaze to the other opaque dome off in the distance. The Citadel. Other structures dotted the horizon as well. Most probably the fortifications of others picking sides in the 'war'. Was it a war really? And who was on what side now days. He'd been gone so long that he was beginning to wonder what side he was on.
Twirling the black vial of liquid between his gauntleted right hand gave him some comfort. Like when he was in possession of the Black Rose sword. An overwhelming calm that saturated every cell of his being and then some. It was calling to him. Asking, no pleading to be released from it's enchanted glass container. "Soon... very soon..."
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2006 3:16 am
A thought drifted across his mind. Brief and yet seeming to expand beyond the mere second in which it had lasted. It was a thought that sickened him, but was entirely logical given the circumstances in which he was now dealt. His family was estranged if not dead, 'friends' aligning to every which side and worst of all... there was no clear line between good and evil anymore. Was there ever though?
Nothing but darkness to all sides. His senses were bathed in it. He was overcome with both a childish fear and oddly enough, that damn comfort. The vial. It called to him yet again. A symphony of hellish voices, seemingly tortured by countless millenia of unending evil merged into one voice and deafened his mind to the outside world. This was the voice of the one darkness. Lucifer. Even now his grasp over Xol wasn't entirely severed.
With a feral growl, he tossed the vial of black liquid over the side of the Keep's floating base. Not but a moment later the voice screamed back into his mind and he was powerless to resist the urge. Xol jumped. Swandiving and cutting through the air head first toward the vial that was caught in a mad flatspin descent towards the ground. With the earth speeding towards him at a blinding pace, he caught the vial in his outstretched gauntleted hand and spun his body to brace for impact. A silver aura exploded out of his body, cratering the ground before he could even come into contact with it, both slowing him down and altogether softening the landing. He stood in the crater, crimson eyes glaring at the vial now bathed in an eerie silver glow from his pulsing aura. It taunted him, as did the voice. Darkness crept into his mind. The comfort took hold as he began to absentmindedly spin the vial bewteen his bladed gauntlet 'fingers'.
The ground shuddered and a massive pulse of air followed shortly after as Xol's silver aura dissolved back into his body. It was then that he made his way out of the crater, still spinning the vial between his 'fingers' like a madman mindlessly rocks back and forth in a chair. There was no reason behind it, just the comfort.
Xol stopped at the lip of the crater and looked in nearly every direction before settling on one. The Citadel. Mastema. He had a proposition to make.
He took a step, knowing that his fate was suddenly taking a drastically different turn that he had promised himself and others so long ago...
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2006 10:32 pm
From the ruined Dojo crater to the parlor of his Keep, the transportation was instantaneous. He took a seat on the couch in front of the blue flamed fire burning brightly in the hearth some ten feet to his front. It gave off a calming blue, flickering glow as well as a relaxing warmth.
It would take time for him to fully doze off, if he did at all. For some reason, sleep seemed unnecessary now.
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Posted: Sun Feb 05, 2006 11:30 pm
A familiar aura drew him out of his distant "thousand yard stare" into the blue flames of the fireplace. It was... Hes? Now there was someone whom he half-expected to never see again.
Given the current cirumstances it seemed only right to pay her a visit. With a puff of black mist, he was gone.
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