Heaven Vs. Hell: Salvation[LOCKED]

[Aizen Teresaga]

Thrusting BloodReign into the ground, Corvus panted heavily. She stared coldly at the sword, the blade trembling, vibrating as it sang. It took tremendous effort to redirect the flow of energy within Raven's body. What passed through the elusive Crystal inside of her, retained its positive energy. She needed the chaos energy, and she was close to it. Corvus concentrated so hard on what filtered, she was finally able to convert Raven's aura into something much darker. It pulled and called on the shadows around her. The negative output pooling into an energy so raw and fierce, it was potent in the air. It seemed thick and dark like living shadows, the unstable force chaotic in nature. The darkness she entered now seemed to be part of the very energy she was fighting to control over. The blood seeping from her back made her feel light headed. Corvus growled lowly, fighting for the control there.

 

[Aizen Teresaga]

(( =_= Spaced Britty is spaced. I forgot I was trainin'...now that my writer's block has subsided...))

As though a vacuum had occurred, the chaotic nature of Corvus fell into a steady stream, purging the body of the negativity until it barely held a conformed spherical shape within her palm. In its wake, Corvus' mindset disappeared altogether, and nature of the Crystal instead altered the body to it's second purest mindset.

The Broadsword, plunged into the ground, began to meld and shape, loosing it's negative energy, purged as Corvus had finally learned to barely harness and summon it. It's nature too radical to be firmly controlled, Raveena's positive force dismissed it, leaving it purged from her body until choosing to taint the Crystal within her and have Corvus harness it. Now the blade condensed, reforming itself into a smaller, more intricate short sword, whose steel blade caused the immediate ground around it to vibrate, the steel humming as it sang. Vibrant yellow stones littered the Sterling hilt. Raveena immediately understood the implications of this new transformation. These stones were Citrine drops. The song the blade was clear to her, it sought truth. She reached down to grasp the hilt, only to feel the burning hot sensation upon her palm, her hand withdrawing immediately. Heat. Raveena's dark brows furrowed as she turned to the door and pushed it open, light flooding in. The darkness that was once there now retreated entirely.

Branded upon the face of the hilt, just below a faceted Citrine, was a foreign symbol, the mark of the Third Chakra. This Chakra identified the ability to make decisions, become more sure of yourself, and achieve a proper sense of identity. Truth. This sword was deeply rooted within that Chakra. It sought to be sure of itself. So sure, that if it strayed from truth, the blade's vibration carried the strength of identity in raw form, shattering any illusion to unbalance the Chakral gate. This sword was not meant for Raveena. While it was true she was once real, her alternate, pure self was who she truly would be. This sword was meant for Vineera.

"Veritas."

No sooner had she named the Sword did it glow bright and hot, emitting heat with the element associated with it, before vanishing from the ground, leaving only the break in the floor where BloodReign had remained. Though she had no way of knowing, Raveena pondered if the Broadsword would return once she called upon Chaos Energy again. It was another training session she'd have to experiment with. She turned back for the door, her short yet intense training session over. She gained answers she had not even been sure she was seeking. The Crystal within her was meant to filter negative. The ties to all Astral Virtue Gatekeepers kept the Descended Ones from Ascending--being corrupted with energy to the point of death, in which--as archives say--allowed them to ascend to Heaven.

Ironic.

Raveena stared out the opposing window from her, drinking in St. Anne's busy streets. The light reflected in her deep Blue eyes. She knew better than most that this War was essential, popular to belief that it was not. Her very existence was nothing more than conflict, compromise, balance, struggle; opposing forces conflicting to a point of co-existence. Heaven conflicting with Hell conflicting with Heaven and so forth. But there was something more to this. Despite being an Empath, Raveena was very sure the energy in the air--even in St. Anne's--had little to do with being in Heaven and adjusting to its forces. Something different was looming, waiting and biding its time to ultimately create balance. She pushed the door shut behind her, suddenly aware of the tired state Raven's body--now her own--was in. By now, the woman's Blue, Gold, and Black attire was a dark brown, stained with the blood the cloth and armor contained. The pulsating weariness prompted her to sigh, swiftly retreating to the Infirmary, where she specifically requested basin of water. It was there that Princess soaked, allowing the Water to coax her into relaxing, overtaking her form as it condensed into its own shell. She would float there, resting unconsciously, her body mending itself accordingly. Simultaneously, her ID watched after Light, the familiar energy signatures of their convoy hovering on the brink of consciousness and unconsciousness, for ready to snap back into the world if something happened.

 

[Aizen Teresaga]

(( No offense...but.

EITHER GET YOUR ASSES IN CHARACTER OR GET THEE GONE TO THE OOC THREAD POST.
NEW FILLER ARC. GOGOGO, PEOPLE, GET BACK IN GEAR, I DIDN'T JOIN THIS GUILD TO WATCH IT FALL APART. scream ))

Raveena snapped back to consciousness, the sky a ceiling of the infirmary rippling with the water sphere's current. As it descended, pooling around her, the woman shifted to sit up within the large bin. Her muscles were stiff from sitting in the same position for so long. The natural rejuvenating process had her bruises and cuts healing nicely. With the help of assistance from the infirmary, the gashes from her former wings were stitched together and bound tightly in gauze. At her request a simple Lavender dress, a leather arm guard, and her Naginata were brought to her.

The leather guard was secure on her left arm from wrist to elbow. Enforced with steel plates, the woman felt a twinge of comfort at the protection. She slung the Naginata onto her back, its leather sheath tied around the queerly-angled blade. Her long ebony hair was braided, the rope draping across her left shoulder. Raveena knew she looked strange; the scar that Raven bore, and usually hid, remained seen. The ugly, jagged scar that reigned her entire left arm from the peak of her shoulder to her wrist stood out in stark contrast to her pale, porcelain complexion. It was a mark to show that despite her Royal lineage, she also bore marred badges. She was by no means perfect, though she knew others had faith in her abilities; she too had faith in what she was capable of doing.

Tapping into her mental reservoir, she could still feel that her Clone was in tact, and still awaiting. Few familiar signatures still made themselves known. Though it seemed their convoy had split and dispersed. Raveena kindly thanked the tenants of the infirmary for their assistance with her. She promised to offer her assistance in the future when the War was among them. Even though she hoped it would not come to that, she remained realistic about the future.