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 Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2009 4:27 pm
 Razevi stood perched upon the edge of the railing surrounding this balcony, watching the fight ensue below. It looked very enthralling from this angle, and she silently regretted not being a part of it. But the cerberus below and the various monsters would do for the time being. She took a step off the balcony into thin air, suspended there instead of falling the many stories to the ground below, and smirked. She could sense the agony in the air. And the greatest part was? None of them, not even the raven girl, had even the slightest clue what Razevi's own motives were. Just as well - once he had any clue as to what was going on, it'd be far, far too late for him. She'd have her revenge.
Standing above the carnage below, she turned back towards the spire. Hands reached out, gathering unseen threads of reality, twisting them to her whims. To one in tune with the arcane, it would be quite obvious that a colossal torrent of chaos was filtering its way down to the battle below to aid her monstrous allies. But once the aid was performed, the sorceress turned her attention away from them to focus on her own business. They could now fend for themselves. Now, she needed to speak with Bramimond. The ritual was nearly complete, and it lacked but one thing.
"Come to me, Bramimond." Her voice was soft, but it would find its target.
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Posted: Sat Nov 21, 2009 5:18 pm
Razevi's voice carried through the anarchic existence of the tower, quickly finding it's way to Bramimond's ears. His head was immediately raised, and he found it hard to find the will to stand from his seat. With the resources of his dark lady, he had managed to make quite a bit of headway into his research, as vile as it's subject matter may be. As the battle raged down at the base of the tower, Bramimond, with a rueful laugh held one hand outstretched, towards what he could best determine was the edge of the tower. Through the cracks in the surely-fictional stonework of the wall of his laboratory seeped a fine, bluish-white mist, swirling through the air. As it wafted, Bramimond felt a sense of pure and utter repugnance towards it, as if it were symbolizing some terrible stench curling it's way towards him, such as the kind that comes from something long since dead. As it reached his hand, Bramimond gave a gentle push, not with his body, but with his mind, and the wisp of smoke was drawn in, forming a rapidly-growing ball in his hand. As the flow of quintessence ceased, Bramimond help the orb in his hand, a ball of pure soul-stuff. He turned, and with a few muttered words of great arcane strength, the ball began getting pulled, mere motes of energy at first, but quickly entire pieces, towards a small large beaker. As the quintessence entered, it joined more like it at the bottom of the glass container, and as the last remaining specks entered, Bramimond placed the cork back in the top, trapping it within the confines of the trap. The beaker, now filled with more quintessence than it seemed to be able to hold, did not give, and the motes of energy coalesced, and formed what looked like a glowing, light blue liquid at the bottom, such was it's concentrated state.
With his work done, Bramimond turned his gaze up, to where his rough approximation of a sense of direction in this logic-forsaken place told him the balcony was. With another mental push, a ring of light was formed at his feet, and as it rose, he felt the air change from the cloying staleness of the air within his laboratory, to the flowing, fresh air out on the balcony. As the light washed upon his body, he was momentarily blinded, and when the light faded, he found himself upon the balcony, thankfully looking into the room atop the tower. Had he been looking the other way, he would have seen first hand the scene of slaughter and violence taking place at the foot of the tower, and his faith in their vile cause would have been shaken.
Bramimond grabbed the neck of his cloak and gave it a shake, to help the flow of air from his feet towards his hood, hoping to get the last remnants of that stale air out of his clothes. The smell always bothered him; it made him feel like he was far too enclosed for his liking. At least in his normal laboratory, at least as normal as an Archdruid's laboratory could get, the air had some means of circulation. In a room conjured from pure chaotic inspiration, this was not the case.
The Archdruid turned to face Razevi, and gave her a deep bow, partly to show her some respect, but also partly to hide his own grimace of shame at his acts. “You called, my lady. What wonders can my magic work for you?”
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2009 11:14 pm
Razevi took a few steps, each step cautiously bringing a foot to the air below it, as she approached the balcony once again. The cloaked figure stood before her, safe upon the physical platform that she now approached. Finally placing a high-heeled step back upon the balcony, she walked towards Bramimond, a slight saunter in her gait. "Thank you for coming, my dear druid. Tell me, are our experiments going well?" As she approached him, bringing a hand to stroke seductively across his cloak as she passed him, she giggled so softly. "Actually, don't answer that. I can tell. From the aura that exudes from your presence, the air itself...everything is going perfectly."
She paused, a hand still upon his shoulder as she stood behind him. The muscles in the limb tensed. "Except for one thing. See, you noticed the girl you resurrected wasn't normal, did you not? Perhaps she had an essence not like that of a mortal, perhaps... a god? Of course you did. But she's not complete yet. She needs an infusion of great quintessence, something we just can't find in these monsters..." A sword found itself brandished at Bramimond's throat. "Wouldn't it be just amazing if you found yourself sacrificed for your own work?" Teleportation was useless here. There was only one way to escape, and it was via Razevi.
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 1:15 am
Bramimond watched as Razevi gave a very rude hand gesture to the force of gravity and calmly walked on air, her gait relaxed. As the silence of her footsteps on the air was supplanted by the sharp clicking of her high heels on the stone, she quickly walked towards him. Her words were like honey dripping into his ears, the thick, sweet melody wrapping around his brain and beginning to crush his willpower. As she remarked on the stain upon his aura, it's slow decent into the blackest depths of depravity, Bramimond's mind was overwhelmed with shame, but his body showed no signs of it.
He then felt her arm tense, and his eyes flew back open, his focus launched out of his internal moral discussion. He heard the words come from her mouth, and the sickly sweet feeling he felt in his mind began to sour, and his hand slowly began to move underneath his robes to grab his tome.
Then, he felt cold steel on his throat.
His hand froze, now unsure whether he could draw a tome and begin the casting before his precious lifeblood was sprayed across the room. Bramimond was unsure just quite how much humanity he still had within him, but he was sure it was enough that he couldn't live without his blood and neck. Bramimond focused his mental energy, trying to will the teleportation rune underneath his feet, but he met a vast amount of resistance. He focused more and more energy, however, and with a second of internal struggle he managed to brute-force his way through the magical block.
When the light faded, Bramimond found himself facing Razevi, his feet now firmly on the stone floor on the other side of the room. Whatever magic Razevi was using, he could only force through it with a supreme amount of effort, and even then he could only reach a few yards away. Bramimond swept his left hand to his side, and the hem of his cloak was blown to the apart, the folds opening to reveal his luxurious robes underneath, and the tome within the pocket. He held his right hand out, and the book flew from it's pocket, and placed itself firmly in his grip. Bramimond's eyes were barely concealed by the hem of his hood, but they smouldered with a rage barely concealed, a rage born of shame and betrayal. The fog lifted from his mind, Bramimond could now think clearly, and knew what horrible acts he had been committing. He held the book in front of him, and with a wave of his hand over it's heavy pages, it flew open.
“I give you this final warning. Stand down, or I will show you no mercy.”
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 6:00 pm
No mercy.
That was just the way Razevi liked it. Aha, she was getting her way and getting a fight. The sword she'd previously held to his throat and was now brandished against nothing swept through the air and back to her side as she glared at Bramimond.
"Careful what you wish, my child..." she said with an ever so seductive tone to her voice. "You just might get it!" A hand raised to the sky. "Meteor Flare!" she announced. Upon command, a thousand fiery flares took form above, spawning from infernal, molten clouds apparated above. They rained from the heavens, striking the ground and the spire itself, incinerating anything that stood there before. The spire remained unharmed, seeming invincible against any sort of earthly assault. And Razevi smirked as she dodged around Bramimond, the flames reflecting fiercely off her mask as she taunted him. "Hot enough for you?" she quipped. Her left hand brandished a simple longsword, and her right hand pointed at Bramimond, palm-open, as she strafed around him. Three molten shots burst forth from her hand, rocketing past Bramimond and striking the tower explosively, leaving him only slightly singed. She hadn't missed, though.
She was taunting him!
Two more shots were fired at him, racing dangerously close to his form. She knew full-well his mirror tendencies. If she could tap into those, this would be far more fun for her. As the flames fell from the sky around them, trickling down to the ground far below, she raced at him, sword in one hand, and a fiery aura around her other.
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2009 11:05 pm
Bramimond gave a slight internal laugh at Razevi's attempts at rattling him. ”'My child'...? I'm probably older than your grandparents...” Bramimond was then shaken from his internal ramblings by the arrival of innumerable fiery meteors hurtling down through the sky, tearing the air asunder. As they careened through the air, Bramimond could practically feel the heat rolling off of them, as they crashed into the tower and the surrounding desert, turning the shifting sands into vast planes of molten slag. Bramimond looked into the sky, and the empty expanse had been filled with roiling molten clouds, veins of red writing through the inky blackness.
Bramimond saw motion out of the corner of his eye, and by the time he turned, Razevi was already running past him, and making witty remarks to boot. As her spells rocketed past, Bramimond knew that there was absolutely no chance he could be struck by them, and remained motionless. Her taunts did not affect him, but he felt a strange sensation, like a wave approaching at the back of his mind, a wave of uncontrolled madness and fury. He prayed he could end this fight before that wave overtook him.
He shook the cinders from his cloak, he looked up and saw Razevi racing towards him, a manic gleam in her eyes, and her weapons brandished. Bramimond raised his hand, and his staff appeared in his hand, his powerful magic conjuring it from his room some unfathomable distance within the tower. Razevi's sword clashed with his staff, and with a push Bramimond knocked Razevi away. Bramimond held his tome out, it's pages closed now that his other hand was in use, but he paid it no mind. He spoke a few words in an ancient, forgotten tongue, and as a pitch black orb appeared above his head and melted into the ground, a rune appeared underneath Razevi, and as the tendrils of dark energy lashed towards her body, Bramimond was already casting the spell for the third time. He hoped to end this quickly while expending the smallest amount of energy, and to test his enemy's strength with weaker spells, before resorting to his more powerful magic.
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 12:06 am
As the woman dashed around the druid, she found a force immediately sweep her up off her feet and send her flying many feet to crash painfully into the ebony walls of the central room this balcony surrounded. As she struck the surface, she crumpled to the ground for a single moment, her tattoos glowing. She groaned, pushing her hands under her to raise her body off of the ground, collected her sword from its fallen place, and brought herself to her feet. The glow in her markings had faded, and she straightened the mask upon her face, smirking. That was just what she wanted.
Make me hurt! she internally cackled.
Razevi strafed around the cloaked figure, pondering her next move. He was nearly as powerful as she was. All she had to do was coerce him into attacking her, and then she'd have the power she needed to take him down. And once she'd won, it was just a matter of time before his essence was funneled into that girl, and then it'd be all over. She'd have her weapon, her victory, and her revenge! With a grunt, she took off running at him once again. Purplish electricity rocketed forth from her fingertips, arcing madly towards her opponent.
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 12:49 am
Bramimond watched as Razevi flew across the room, and readied his staff to prepare another magically-fueled strike. As the woman picked herself up off the floor, her tattoos glowing with malevolent power, the Archdruid tried to puzzle together what was giving this seemingly young woman her incredible strength, but his thoughts were interrupted by another feeling within his mind, separate from the encroaching, overwhelming madness, something empowering. He could feel the remarkably strange sensation of his magical powers being increased by the ambient energies of the spire. ”Well, I guess that answers where she's getting her power from...”
Bramimond's eyes followed Razevi as she strafed around him, and as she flew towards him with almost ludicrous speed, purple lightning streaming from her fingers, Bramimond lightly lobbed his staff into the air, and once it flipped upside down he grabbed it right above the gem on the end, allowing him to hold it as if it were a sword. As the bolts reached him, he held his staff out, and as the flicking lashes of energy hit the metal and flew down it, Bramimond gave forth a small burst of magical power, and the lightning was contained within the staff. As Razevi drew closer and closer, he dodged her sword blow, and swung his staff into her side, discharging her own lightning spell into her. The staff may not have an edge, but it was still a blunt, hard piece of metal, with malevolent energy to boot.
After the moderate success of his impromptu attack, he quickly dashed a few yards away, to get more space between himself and the warrior. As Bramimond lowered his staff, he began casting another Flux spell, before changing to a Luna spell, hoping that he would be able to pierce her defenses with this attack.
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 7:40 pm
Vika's eyes sprang open as a severe twist in the dimensions of this realm tugged at her senses. She pulled herself up to sit upright in the bed she was laying in, carefully maneuvering still sore joints. The wounds and gashes that had decorated her form from her fight were all nearly sealed now, leaving only scars that would fade in time, but the fatigue she had suffered would still remain for a while yet. She glanced over at the other figure in the room, Blossom, as she soundly slept upon a bed of her own. She remained undisturbed, her own senses untied to the chaos in this dimension.
But Vika could feel it. A massive power had been shifted from the core of the tower into the atmosphere around it, and was continually draining at this rate. The realm was now extremely unstable, and whatever forces were at work were going to end up causing their demise. Vika leapt off of her bed, shaking Blossom until she was awake. "Blossom? We...we, um, need to go. Now."
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Razevi panted and gasped in pain, glaring at Bramimond as she threw her sword down to the ground and brought a hand to her side to finger a rib that had snapped and was now protruding from her skin. She giggled softly, agony in her voice, as she grasped the bloody bone and slowly forced it back into her body. The tattoos were now glowing brightly. "And that must be how you ascended to Archdruid, if I had to harbor a guess. You're cunning as well as powerful." Her words were spoken softly, slowly, and they were ragged. A pale light emitted from the hand tending to her wound, and sickening sounds reverberated through the air as the bone was quickly repaired. "I've had fun, Bramimond. But I'm ready to end this now." She called out, and her voice echoed, dripping with an eerie tone. "Shadow Sky!"
At that precise moment in time, the air immediately grew thin and suffocating as the atmosphere rumbled, the very threads of existence tweaked to her commands. Seemingly ordinarly objects upon the ground where the brawl below was going on nearby warped - the sand became jagged shards of glass, foliage became shadowy apparitions of smoke, and the most prominent effect? The sky seemed to have ripped in two, revealing the true nature of the mysterious chaos realm between areas of perfectly normal looking sky leaking through for the first time since the spire had appeared. Through this rip in the reality of the surrounding area, a purple fog leaked through, giving the area a truly arcane appearance.
"Now, mageboy..." Before, she had been reciting the forms of her favorite spell from memory. Now, however, she had removed the physical tome of Pyroclasm from the pouch at her side and flipped it open nonchalantly. "Let's dance."
Barely an instant had passed before massive geysers of flame burst forth from the ground around the two. Razevi rushed at the druid once again, using the full extent of her magic. Meteors rushed past Bramimond, to the left and to the right, inching him closer and closer into checkmate. With a flick of her hand, a wall of fire blocked him from moving away any further. Sweating fiercely, she materialized into existence a finely adorned broadsword, drawing it back as she paced towards him. And then she brought the great blade around her, ready to finish the job--
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"This...um, this is yours." Vika thrust the hilt of a large sword with cryptic runes upon its blade into Blossom's hands. "I think Razevi picked it up after that battle. She likes swords." She grasped Blossom's hand. "Hold on, we have to teleport again." The scene around them immediately swirled, and they found themselves in the glass room that was the apex of this tower. The temperature was boiling, and both could see the flames dance around outside as the sounds of combat went on. A rather large ember struck at their feet, and they both looked up to see that the spire was beginning to disintegrate from the lack of power, Razevi having drained it from the realm to cause her scenes. The disintegration started from the top and was slowly flaking downwards into darkness. They didn't have much time.
The scene around them whirled around again, and they found themselves in another room where the child Amara slept. "Amara, wake up. You're going back to your mommy now." Vika picked her up, adrenaline fueling her senses and making her forget her pain, and set her down upon the ground by Blossom. "Hold on." The scene around them changed but one more time, and the three were now in the room where Synra lay. Vika parted from the other two and slowly walked over to the bed to watch over her body. She softly took one of the girl’s hands, placed it within the both of hers. A single tear fell from her face upon Synra’s chest, and the girl awoke.
“…Vika?” she murmured.
Vika’s hands tensed, still clasping the other girl’s palm within. She said nothing.
Synra’s head turned slightly, first glancing at the unfamiliar two standing off, and then her eyes wandered, staring off into the blackness surrounding. “Where are we…? I remember…dying…and then…”
“Synra, we have to go!”
“Go…? Go where? Vika, what’s going on? Where are we? What’s happened?” The former morph’s tone sounded worried, unsure.
“I can explain later,” Vika replied hastily. “We need to leave now!”
“No.” Synra pulled her hand from Vika’s grasp. “What have you done?”
Vika hesitated for a long moment, the consequences of her actions finally sinking in. She had to tell her the truth. “I… I met this sorceress, and she told me she could help me bring you back. And we did… we found people to help, and…” She paused further, a sob forming in her throat. “And I did some pretty bad stuff, and I’m sorry, but… but you’re back now. You’re back, and that’s what matters, right?”
Synra’s gaze wandered to Vika’s eyes, her expression devoid of emotion. A rumble sounded around them. Unbeknownst to the ones within the room, the spire had begun to disintegrate even faster and unevenly, leaving massive chunks of the tower to fall and bury themselves into the sand below before flaking off into darkness. Vika grasped Synra’s hand once again, pulling her along, but Synra resisted.
“Come on!” she begged.
Synra shook her head, pulling her torso to an upright position but still resisting Vika’s frantic pleas. “Vika, I love you…”
“I love you too, Synra! Now we can be together! You’re human now!”
“…but I wasn’t worth all of that. Lots of people must have suffered for my sake… I’m weak, Vika. Whatever the spell was that brought me back to life, it didn’t complete. I can’t live much longer, and…and I won’t have you hurt anyone else to bring me back.”
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The balcony crumbled underneath their feet before Razevi’s blow could strike, and both magicians found themselves falling rapidly to the ground below. Razevi twisted her body around, dress rippling around her, and folded both her hands together to fire a stream of flame at Bramimond. She was caught rather off-guard, however, when Bramimond opened a pair of large, leathery wings and slowed his descent, effectively avoiding her assault. Razevi growled, throwing a larger, faster fireball at him. It raced toward the druid, but her attack was proven useless when he instantly formed a circular magic formation around himself and disappeared from his place within the air. Razevi swore loudly. Then, turning her attention to her descent, she focused her will to summon a great molten geyser from the ground below, in the middle of the fray.
She fell upon it and, instead of it scorching her body, it served to slow her fall as she sank within it, falling to the ground below. With all the visitors who had come to this tower for whatever reason they had chose, and without Bramimond to complete the spell to the power she wished, she realized that her plan here had failed. But she was free now. That was exactly what counted at this moment.
“This isn’t over!” she called to the people around her, the flames protecting her from any assault. They exploded in intensity, burning greatly for a moment, and when the fire had cleared, she was gone.
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“But…but…”
Synra was adamant. “I love you, Vika. You showed me the true meaning of life... but you have to move on. I wasn’t meant for this world, and my time to leave it has come. But you can live. Move on, and live your life.” She took Vika’s hands in her own and whispered to her. “This body has a lot of life energy stored in it. It shouldn’t be wasted. When I die, I want you to take it from me and give it to someone who can use it.” Synra leaned in for one last kiss. “Thank you, Vika, for everything.” She kissed the raven girl, pausing for a long moment, and only when Synra’s hands became limp and lost their hold upon hers did Vika finally become aware again. Tears ran down her face as she placed Synra’s hands together upon her chest, allowing a bright light to form that ran from Synra’s heart and into her hands.
She allowed a moment of this to pass, and when it had finished, she took the glowing pearl that was the culmination of her life energy and held it, silent. Then she stood up and walked back over to Amara and Blossom. She took Blossom’s hand, lay the pearl in it, and folded her hand shut. “You can have this, Blossom,” she murmured, still partially lost in thought. Then, reminded again of the impending danger by a rumbling around them, she grasped both girls’ hands and warped outside of the spire.
Outside, the realm was falling apart. Having had its power sapped, normal sky was beginning to shine over previously darkened sands where it hadn’t in several weeks. The tower was falling apart, piece by piece, the larger chunks only disintegrating once they’d fallen to the ground. Around the spire, the ground that had been warped by Razevi's final spell was resisting change, but slowly turning back to its original form as the power faded. The base of the spire was beginning to disappear, and the true core of the spire was revealed. There was a portal, shimmering, distorting the general area around it with a vague greyishness. Vika, Blossom, and Amara appeared at the entrance to the tower, and Vika was immediately faced with Alihi, the mother of the child she had kidnapped. She took Amara’s hand, let her over to the tactician, and gave the woman a quick hug. “I’m so sorry,” she apologized softly. “If you’ll let me explain later, and let me apologize…” She pulled away. “But… right now, we need to take care of the real reason this is all happening.” She pointed over at the opening to the tower, which had fallen open when the tower had begun falling apart. “Through that portal is the other source of all these disturbances. Since this side of the disturbance is dying, that one is growing in power...” She glanced over at Blossom. “We need to get everyone through there quickly if we’re going to stop it.”
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 8:04 pm
 ...Injured with pain and sadness, the you that cannot be healed
Shoulder the burden of the past that cannot be erased; don't throw away your will to live...[ X ][ O ]Blossom[ O ][ X ] →Blossom liked to think of herself being rather adaptable, capable of changing gears in the middle of a crisis situation in order to keep a handle on things. She had been tired, though, and after speaking with Vika, the entirety of her situation was just... tiring.
Blossom only reflected on this some time later, however; at the moment, all she registered was that Vika was shaking her awake, and the strain of urgency spread through her voice made Blossom's sleepy form startle upright. She wasn't even quite awake as she silently took Vezra from her, using her left hand to lift up the blade and rest the flat side against her shoulder. It was too long to strap onto her back, being roughly her height from the tip of the blade to the end of the hilt, but she had at least grown strong enough to carry it around now. Blossom wondered--
Another teleport. Blossom felt her head pound just a little, maybe from the strain of the current situation, or maybe from the temperature of the room. Blossom found herself moving a little closer to Vika when she realized just how badly the spire was falling apart. She didn't have quite the solid handle she wanted on Vika's stance at the moment--what with the connections to that sorceress, Razevi (apparently), and all--but the girl was capable of moving them about in the spire, and she genuinely wanted to fix things. That proved more to Blossom than anything she could have said would have done.
The Hero was relieved to see Amara on her bed, also asleep. She used her free arm to hold Amara against her side, putting one hand on the little girl's head. "I'm sorry it took us so long to get to you," she murmured. She moved to hug the girl with one arm, but startled when she realized that they had changed locations again. This time, though, there wasn't any involvement for her, and all Blossom could do was to watch the scene unfold before her.
It hurt her to have to listen to what was happening, but there was nowhere for her to walk to. Blossom rubbed Amara's shoulder gently and pursed her lips in silence. That helplessness she heard in Vika's voice was more than enough to make her hurt, too. Blossom blinked past a tear, looking down at Amara. How much does it hurt... to go so far as to make a deal with the devil and damage yourself so much to bring someone back... and find out they didn't want to come back to begin with?
Her musings ended when she saw the bright light out of the corner of her eye. Blossom looked up to see Vika holding a luminous little... pearl? The Hero had to wonder if she looked as confused as she felt, especially as Vika approached her and curled her fingers around the little object, calling it hers.
Wait, what? What just happened here?
There wasn't any time to ask her questions, though; Vika had already transported them outside, with Blossom keeping her arm around Amara, hand clenched over the tiny sphere, and her other hand holding Vezra over her shoulder.
Vika's explanations washed over her like water as she studied the pearl again, allowing Amara to be led off to her mother. It still glowed, and Blossom studied it for another long moment before very carefully tucking it into her boot. She could take a better look at it later, when they weren't running the risk of dying.
When Blossom tuned back into what was going on around her, she saw Vika pointing towards the tower. More specifically, Vika pointed towards a swirling core of what looked like grey energy. The mere proximity of the thing was enough to make Blossom shudder, but she shifted Vezra's hilt in her hands until she had it between both palms. "What is 'that one...'?" Blossom questioned. She looked back at Vika, confused at the specific look, but didn't address it. "All right, then. Let's go."←  You'd better forget everything. Remember. . . your different Life?XXX
You'd better forget everything. Remember. . . though, we cannot returnXXXLike in times of warped memories, we can understand somedayXXX
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 9:03 pm
Please don't be ashamed whether you win or lose... ... I just want you to know that I'm proud of you. ♦ ◄ALIHI► ♦
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Alihi did not have a clue what to do. Everything was happening so quickly, too quick for the emotionally weighed down tactician. She desperately tried to formulate some kind of plan, find some way to get them inside the tower that was rapidly crumbling, but nothing was coming. Her mind was too strained to come up with anything that made logical sense. She pressed her hands against her head, turning away from the group. "G-Give me a moment..." She shakily told Rei, shutting her eyes.
Think, Alihi, think! There's got to be something you can think of... You can't not think of something! Your friend and daughter are depending on you!
She bit her tongue, holding back the urge to cry. I... don't know what to do... I don't know what to do!! "I..." She opened her eyes slowly.
The sight that she saw made her pinch her wrist, hoping that the people before her wouldn't disappear suddenly.
But they didn't. They were alright. "Blossom... Amara..." A lump formed in her throat as she choked back her tears. Might as well try to keep some dignity, right? "Th-thank goodness you're all alright..."
The tactician nodded slowly at Vika's statement. "... Vika's right... We can't let this sit. We can't let something like this happen again! We must get going." She stepped away for a moment, clearing her throat. Her hands cupped around her mouth as she projected her voice to the best of her abilities. "CHANGE OF PLANS! EVERYONE, OVER HERE AS QUICKLY AS POSSIBLE!!" She could only hope they heard her and could follow what she requested; she would be very, very surprised if all of them were unharmed.
She turned back to the rest of her group, a small smile on her face. "Go on ahead... I'll catch up in a moment..."
Alihi knelt down to Amara's level, tears blurring her vision. "... Amara... Oh, Amara..." The tactician pulled her daughter close, her body shaking from her sobs. "Thank goodness you're alright...!"
Amara smiled brightly, hugging Alihi with one arm; the other held some sort of book in it. "Mommy! Mommy, you're here, you're here, you're here~!" The girl squealed excitedly, appearing like she was about to hop straight out of her shoes.
The tactician couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Of course I am, sweetie! I couldn't not be here..." She slowly stood up on her feet, keeping her arms securely around Amara; she didn't want to let go of her precious daughter unless necessary. "I'm sorry, Amara... I... can't back down now." She murmured softly, stroking the girl's hair. "But, I will protect you this time..."
Without another word, she stepped on the portal, hoping that it was not some trap.
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♥ ◄AMARA► ♥ Don't be afraid when your fight is through... ... I just need you to know that I'm here with you.
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2009 9:29 pm
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 This were just plain crazy! Never had Abel ever had to deal with something this bizarre. There were monsters, who all became some huge monster, which scared the heck of out Abel, then it was raining meteors, then soldiers appeared, then everything went all whacko, and the tower was crumbling, and.... and it made Abel's owner write a run-on sentence!
Thankfully, he was able to not pee his pants, and focused on Alihi. This was becoming too much for her, he could tell. If he could take all the burdens from her, he would, but this was something he couldn't do for her.
He looked over to where the tower used to be, and saw them. Amara and Blossom were there. They were, it was really them! But the time for catching up would have to come later, right now they had to trust that what this Vika was saying, was true. She had stayed with Amara and Blossom, and they were all safe. Plus, she was only being used by this Razevi figure, so trusting her at the moment seemed fine. If she knew what was causing all of this, then stopping it seemed to be pretty common sense.
When Alihi told everybody to go on, Abel took a few steps, then paused, and looked back at Alihi. He smiled, as he saw her hug her daughter. She hadn't done it in front of everyone else, to appear strong for them... but seeing her true self was endearing. Abel walked over and placed his hand on her back. "...Let's go, Alihi." Without another word, they went through the portal, and Abel hoped that all this madness would soon be over.
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Posted: Thu Nov 26, 2009 6:24 am
Joshua ran thankfully he wasn't that far from Ahili and the others so he could see and sort of hear the exchange between the people gathered.
"Huh I guess that raven women is a friend after all." He thought as he saw them go through the portal. "Guess I'm supposed to go through that....." He muttered as he reached were the others had been a moment before. "Maybe she was the gambelling type after all eh?" He said to noone with a smile as he pulled a coin from his pocket.
It was his most lucky coin, on one side it had his decased mother.
On the other it showed his face when he was a young boy, Looking down on it he smiled sincerly thinking of the good times he had. Flipping it over to the side which showed his mothers face his smile dissappeared.
"Mother, forgive me that I broke my promise. But I might be needed here more than at home... If we went together would you... grant me this?" He said. Looking not like a King but like a boy who wished his Mother was with him.
His face lost that look as he stared into the swirling portal with a new determination, without another word he flicked the coin through the portal and followed after it.
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