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"Yes." Po-ar sighed, "Now that the barrier is gone, go and sit back where you were. Once I am outside, I will wake you." he spoke with a quick bow before disappearing.
Giving Morrigan some time for her inner self to regain her position, Po-ar looked to the observers.
"Everything went as planned, m'lord." an elder Tarnb-jin spoke with a smile.
Po-ar sighed in relief, "Good..." he whispered before flexing the fingers on his hand which had summoned the ki to crack the barrier. "Is my hand supposed to hurt?"
An even older Tarnb-jin shook his head, "I know not, m'lord. This procedure has rarely been done, yet no side affects other than death have ever shown up. Since neither yourself or Morrigan-san are dead, I believe that, as my associate does, that the procedure was successful."
Po-ar frowned, "Then why in hell does my hand hurt?!" he shouted, feeling suddenly very irritable. He flexed the fingers on that hand again. "It's like... my joints are burning and the skin is tingling."
"We know not m'lord."
Frustrated, Po-ar sighed and turned back to Morrigan before laying his non-hurting hand on her shoulder. "Morrigan... Morrigan, wake up. We're finished. You're alright."

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Lief nodded and sighed, "I know what you mean. I had a hard enough time looking out for the twins before all hell broke loose. But it doesn't seeme to be the sort of thing you can just back out of, is it?"
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I really hate elavator music thought Imogene thickly as she knelt in the corner of the elevator. The lights seemed uncomfortably bright. This was not cool. She had just been druged by a bunch of Japanese kinja fairies. Someone was going to get a facefull or iron for this. Imgone hated drugs. She didn't even drink, at least not anymore. She had a serious issue with being in control of her body. She just had to be in control, not some wierd chemicals in her system.

The door of the elevator slid open to revela Imgene's floor. The blue-tinted girl didn't move. She felt as if her legs had turned to lead and honestly, it was all she could do to keep herself concious and a firm grip on her switchblade. Maybe she could just keep riding the elevator until the drugs in her system wore off....

Stupid elevator music

Morrigan grabbed the afflicted hand unknowingly, stepping through the portal alongside the Tarnb-jin king. "I cannot express how indebted I am to you..." she mentioned quietly, glancing up at him from the corner of her eye. "You've saved my life twice, somehow undid the strongest seal the Naga used against me... How could I ever repay you???"

Euro didn't have to wait for long. About two seconds after she spoke, the darts came whizzing in through the windows, striking down one of the druids. A druidess shrieked out in fury and alarm, and the archers took their places where they could. "Alright!!! They're here!" the one shouted, still kneeling next to Vincent and Maeve. They knew what to do.
But Vincent and Maeve were beginning to worry him. Maeve seemed to be tolerating this much better than most..... Perhaps her human race? Or was it something else? This child was blessed. Vincent was in the corner wretching and dry heaving severely, one hand clutching his stomach.
"The girl'll live," he spoke up to Lief and Thom, nodding once, "She's taken to the remedy rather quickly, but it'll still be a few hours before the hallucinations wear off. It's a fae-poison, after all... And I swear to the Gods, she has SOMEONE looking after her pretty closely. I've never seen humans deal so well."
Again, though, Vinny was another story entirely, pale as death. His pupils were so large that his eyes, which were ALSO changing colors, could hardly be seen. He was nearly puking through his nose. The healer glanced over at the half-fae and shook his head. "Elves and faeries usually have decent fortitudes against these kinds of.....poisons, but a few, like his line, is more sensitive than most. He made the mistake of eating three small mushrooms once, not noticing them among the others, and he was gone for 3 days. It's pretty safe to say he's out on this one. For like the next two weeks. So with that in mind, anyone want to play leader?"

The Nagaroi finally found her, but it wasn't until the odd "DING!" went off that they had any idea where to look to begin with.
The hallucinogen was apparently kicking in, from the looks of it. The single one waited until two others appeared behind him, the trio approaching the small box cautiously. She still had a knife. Whether or not she'd be able to move enough to use it was an entirely different story.

Morrigan furrowed her brows in worry, gently touching his arm. "Gods, are you ok??? I'm so sorry... I hope it wasn't anything that I did...." She looked at him, deeply concerned. "Muscle spasms?? Ghost-pains of sorts??"

The druid nodded. "We can take them to the prayer room, it's the most fortified. Be careful of the courtyard! The shields above are likely to break if this kind of onslaught keeps up."
The spells were starting to crash into brilliant displays of ice and fire against the shields made by the younger ones, snaking like the aurora borealis over the perimeter. The druid and a druidess went to work helping carry Vince and Maeve, leading Thom down the narrow hallways to the sanctuary.
When they walked in, the room was glowing gently blue, with orange streaks here and there. It was fairly reminiscent of outside. A giant circle was cut deep into the stone floor, which was polished so finely that it could have been a dark, jet-colored mirror. "Here," the druidess spoke soothingly, "The afflicted may rest here. I'll watch over them, boys. You both need to go and help the others." They didn't need to be told twice; they sped off without much warning. The woman remained, keeping a close eye on Maeve, and her hand on Vincent's shoulder as he vomited. All the while, her ears were closely perked for the arrival of the enemy. Perhaps she was pessimistic, but she expected that it wouldn't be long before their defenses were broken, and the temple overrun.

Euro had her own flute out, ready for whenever the barrier and seals were broken.
"When that thing comes down, they're going to either rush in here and try and storm the temple, or start firing those damned darts and spells. We have to be ready." she spoke back to Leif and Thom.

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"No, it..." Po-ar took his arm back, holding his hand gently. "When I broke the barrier and came back, my hand just hurt. It feels like thousands of firey needles pricking my skin."

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Po-ar nodded, "Yes, thank you." he spoke before opening the portal to the room in which Vincent and Maeve were in.
"What happened here?!" Po-ar exclaimed.

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The flute was suddenly being played as the darts rained. The music formed its own barrier around Euro before blasting out toward their enemies in a wave of destruction.

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And hearing the words of Naga, Konton smiled, creating a portal of his own.
"I will beat him at his own game..." the demon laughed.

Po-ar meanwhile, had summoned a very complicated portal. It was in similar fashion to one his father had forced him to summon long ago. The contents within were simply a mess of black shadows that formed to the fears of whoever fell prey to it's madness.
It took an extreme amount of concentration. Sweat began beading on the Tarnb-jin's forehead, but he persisted.
The portal covered the entire outside of the temple, forcing all spells, darts, and charging persons of the enemy to fall into it's immense space.

It was from this portal however... that, unknown to Po-ar... Konton would strike...

Euro meawhile, stopped her song and looked at the portal. "Wow..."

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Po-ar shook his head, "There's still evil... and it's powerful..." he spoke, trying to keep his concentration on the portal.
Black arms snaked out of the abyss he had created, grasping toward their enemies who remained. Po-ar was not controling that portion, for that was the hunger of the fear within that drove the snake-like arms out. He simply kept it open.
However, even as he kept the portal open, something happened which he had not anticipated.
Fire burned through his injured hand, spreading quickly throughout his entire body.
The Tarnb-jin fell to his knees, the portal closing immediately as he cradled his injured arm to him.
A pink elephant appeared before him.
Enraged, Po-ar looked at the creature, fire literally ready to spring from his eyes. "I need to know, WHY!" he yelled at the flying creature before the pink elephant disappeared on it's master's errand.
It would find the answers...
It had too...
The pain began to subside, but it did nothing to improve Po-ar's mood. Anger flared through him, an anger, perhaps, not entirely his own. In pain, he stood, holding his still burning hand and looking around.
There appeared to be no further enemies in sight.

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