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Rave smiled at Roman, still holding Tassle under her arm. When he took her hand and started running, she squeezed it, taking leaping strides to match his own strides. Tassle, unable to keep her mouth shut, started talking despite Rave's threat. "So are you two a couple now? I hope so, you suit Rave better than Clidus, Roman. Besides, Clidus can never hold a girlfriend and I always told him that if he did win Rave's heart he would have to learn not to break it or he would lose his, literally. Rave is really pretty, don't you think, Roman? Clidus once said she looked like nighttime personified, whatever that means. I think Vieken looks like a big grey teddy. Except when he's angry, then he doesn't look so cuddly." Rave ignored Tassle's ramblings, looking up at Roman with a warm smile, the kind that Clidus claimed could melt stone hearts.

(whew! that's the most i've ever made tassle talk! she sounds like such a girly girl!)

((Gragh! Drumline is a hassle...I havent been on at all!!!))

Krowly ran untill he arrived at the first buidling in town. He stopped a few moments before Varus caught up. "So what are we up against?" Varus asked. Krowly looked around to see burning buildings and people running about franticly.
"I don't know...but let's wait for the others while we look."

((I have no idea what you want us to fight. XD sorry.))

Frenzi continued gliding forwards, acknowledging Frost's return with a smile. With any luck, the next Tower would be only just past this next line of trees. He picked Frost up and held her in his hands, holding her close to his body. Her light frame offered little resistance, and he was able to easily carry her to the clearing. He kissed her lightly on the lips before setting her down, nodding in the direction they should be going. He didn't remember if her being linked to him allowed her to see the Tower, but that posed only to be a little problem, as she didn't need to see the Tower to see their opponents...

Rachii grinned as they stepped into the clearing, taking one more sip from his jug before placing it on his hip. He nudged Solace and laughed before running forward, drunken, of course. "C'mon you slow bums, get on with it!" He shouted back to them, running as fast as he could, which was actually surprisingly slow. He blamed it on his age, but he knew he was far out of shape.

As the four approached the Tower, a small latch began to open. Some unidentifiable black goop oozed it's way into the sunlight and dropped to the cracked land below, sloshing around as it split into four parts and began to take shape.

The smallest one finished first, donning some sort of odd, ornate armor, and a black face with an oddly piercing white smile, despite the frown it's imprint seemed to have. It reached to it's hip, from which it armed itself with a Roman Gladius, forged from Octiron, as if made by photocopy. It let out a hiss of a laugh and started walking forwards, sword at it's side, pitch black skin practically pulsating with excitement. The grin never disappeared from -Solace-'s face as he stared down the real Solace, shadowy hair blowing in the slight breeze. It completely ignored Rachii as the lycan sprinted past.

The second to finish forming couldn't quite seem to put itself together, much like a tv with a bad reception would dart back and forth between what you should see, and static. It wailed loudly as it tried to take shape, the pain being overbearing as it split into two separate, identical masses, and then immediately afterwards was slammed back together as one. It would seem that it had finally found the form it was supposed to take, standing straight up with a rather torn cloak covering most of it's form, and a creepy white grin showing vibrantly through the veil of darkness. Just as it stepped forwards, it tv-jumped to a screaming mass of a ghoul, and then just as quickly back to the grinning -Frenzi-, as if nothing had happened.

Two pitch-black wings exploded from the back of the third before the rest of the body had even partially resembled who it was supposed to. It flew upwards quickly, the passing air seeming to form the curves of it's match eerily well, nearly perfectly, one could admit. It eased into it's form as it hovered in the air, an outstretched arm holding a rather intimidating scythe, as the grinning beauty stared down Frost anxiously, wanting for her to make her way a little bit closer before engaging.

The fourth, and largest, of the four didn't quite have the opportunity to form itself, as the furry mass that is Rachii tackling it into the Tower, and proceeded to pound on it until a hole had broken through the surprisingly thin wall, and the form that was to be -Rachii- retreated inside. It watched Rachii follow as it finished it's transformation in the darkness, the toothy grin this time being portrayed as a razor-shaped line of almost cartoony-looking teeth. It slithered from the darkness quietly and caught Rachii by surprise, sending the beast tumbling out of the opening he had been most gracious to make.

((As (I really hope) you can tell, it's an almost exact replica of your characters, and I'll be controlling them. Anything that would normally kill your character can kill the copy, but you have to make it inventive, I'm not going to have the thing die after your first post unless it's really, really good.))

((The RP engine is rusty, but here's what I got.))

Solace came into the clearing just in time to watch the formation of his shadowy doppleganger. For a moment, Solace matches his foe's smile tooth for tooth, but then he reaches up, dropping the visor of his helmet. The steel face thereon glares at the enemy, and the enemy smiles back.

Gladius in hand, and shield on his off arm, the Knight circles around the look alike. He lunges, a graceful pierce towards the shapeshifter's chest, but it moves with similar grace to parry. Sparks erupt from the razor blades as they meet, both edges sharpened to a molecular scale.

Solace leaps back, and the combatants circle a few more steps. Solaces tests again, with a flurry of swings, each one met with matching skill. Again, the two circle. This time, the doppleganger attacks first. It takes all of Solace's concentration to match the attacks, and once again they separate in stalemate.

Solace dives back in, with no intent to back away this time, and the fighters swing and block and parry away. For every swing, a sword or shield is raised to stop it. Solace racks his brain for the words to a spell, but since the shadow version should know them all too...

"herp derp i'm nik i'm dumb and rude hurr derp durr"

Instead of sounds, silence emerges from Solace's lips, sounding to the others as though someone is turning the volume of the world up and down. A hidden spell, the words masked so the copy cannot tell which spell, produces a glow around Solace's shield hand. After two more swings, the opportunity arises, and Solace makes a gesture towards the copy, flinging a green fireball in it's direction.

The kiss infuriated Frost. To her, it was taunting her very existance. But she stopped, watching her opponent quietly. That was odd... She thought, dissolving her scythe. She wouldn't bother with it anymore. Hands on from now on. Her talons returned and she lunged at -Frost-, aiming for the throat. She sensed it again, something wasn't normal about these shifters. Still, she couldn't hone in as to what it was. It was something familiar, but her sense was dimmed to it.