[imgleft]http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/041/1/d/fisheye_placebo__solo_for_the_self_by_yuumei-d4p97yp.jpg[/imgleft][align=center] [b] Salem Everett [/b] [/align]
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[u]Level[/u]: Timelost
[u]Health[/u]: Timefound
[u]Magic[/u]: Pulled to Singularity
[u]Status[/u]: In Time Witches Singularity
[u]Location[/u]: Where he belongs.
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Space. He almost laughed to himself. He was in time. And space. This was truly the final frontier. Too bad he didn't have a camera. This would truly be the only time, in his existence, he would be able to experience it, and honestly the act of remembering this could be questionable at best. Would he even retain a inkling of this? Maybe, probably not.
More importantly, he felt good here. Almost too good. He could see, feel, hear clearly. He could feel the pure surge of magic running through the universe, and he could feel his limits breaking. He had reached.... a almost energy form before, when in dire trouble. Maris had seen it once, when he had accidentally triggered a limit break of his own, and nearly annihilated Cerberus when he went to gain it. For a moment, he thought he would be ripped apart before he found himself on a snowy hillside, a seemingly simple house, and two figures in the snow.
His pulse quickened. He recognized the figures from his picture. His mother was throwing spells around, apparently toying with their father, his blood smeared clothes and snow around him telling the tale for him. Time was kind enough to pan the scene, reveal his mother's face. Her expression one that was easily recognizable, of a hubris filled sorceress winding up to finish off her opponent. Ed-no, Ultimecia had had that a few times before. Though, speaking of that Sorceress, she was there too. Who knew why though, but a glance around the landscape revealed no Trabian Garden's halo in sight.
...Perhaps she had come across this scene while trying to set up the Trabian Garden around here. Who knows, but her ice magic was becoming more prominent to help out the sword wielding man, shouting something that time hollowed to a indescribable sound. He could feel his heart in his throat, and time skewed itself. It hastened the fight, each spell, movement, scream, went by in a instant, and soon a impaled mother lay deceased in the snow, a burning house stormed in by a injured man and a kind eyed woman, each emerging with a separate child.
Of course she had lied to him. Of course the only things he knew of his parents had been a lie from the very beginning. He was glad time, at least, had the kindness not to make him agonizingly watch the entire thing in detail. Time shifted again. More truths were being laid out before him, Ultimecia had hired three thugs to play SeeD soldiers, though, they weren't expected to be literally shredded by magic from a young child. Nor the hours upon hours Salem had spent under her care, his childish perspective giving him a caring parent, when honestly she had continued the ice-ish demeanor she's always carried.
He reached out for a moment, wanting to correct his youth, but time shattered and he found himself next to Kalay and Lisanna. His form was still highly energized, but soon coalesced to give himself his typical appearance, but he still felt charged. [b]"Kalay, Lis. Let's ice this b***h."[/b] He said, a fire in his eye as a truly, new desire to eviscerate Ultimecia's existence burned within him.
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[u]Level[/u]: Timelost
[u]Health[/u]: Timefound
[u]Magic[/u]: Pulled to Singularity
[u]Status[/u]: In Time Witches Singularity
[u]Location[/u]: Where he belongs.
[u][strike]____________________________________________________[/strike][/u][/size][size=10]
Space. He almost laughed to himself. He was in time. And space. This was truly the final frontier. Too bad he didn't have a camera. This would truly be the only time, in his existence, he would be able to experience it, and honestly the act of remembering this could be questionable at best. Would he even retain a inkling of this? Maybe, probably not.
More importantly, he felt good here. Almost too good. He could see, feel, hear clearly. He could feel the pure surge of magic running through the universe, and he could feel his limits breaking. He had reached.... a almost energy form before, when in dire trouble. Maris had seen it once, when he had accidentally triggered a limit break of his own, and nearly annihilated Cerberus when he went to gain it. For a moment, he thought he would be ripped apart before he found himself on a snowy hillside, a seemingly simple house, and two figures in the snow.
His pulse quickened. He recognized the figures from his picture. His mother was throwing spells around, apparently toying with their father, his blood smeared clothes and snow around him telling the tale for him. Time was kind enough to pan the scene, reveal his mother's face. Her expression one that was easily recognizable, of a hubris filled sorceress winding up to finish off her opponent. Ed-no, Ultimecia had had that a few times before. Though, speaking of that Sorceress, she was there too. Who knew why though, but a glance around the landscape revealed no Trabian Garden's halo in sight.
...Perhaps she had come across this scene while trying to set up the Trabian Garden around here. Who knows, but her ice magic was becoming more prominent to help out the sword wielding man, shouting something that time hollowed to a indescribable sound. He could feel his heart in his throat, and time skewed itself. It hastened the fight, each spell, movement, scream, went by in a instant, and soon a impaled mother lay deceased in the snow, a burning house stormed in by a injured man and a kind eyed woman, each emerging with a separate child.
Of course she had lied to him. Of course the only things he knew of his parents had been a lie from the very beginning. He was glad time, at least, had the kindness not to make him agonizingly watch the entire thing in detail. Time shifted again. More truths were being laid out before him, Ultimecia had hired three thugs to play SeeD soldiers, though, they weren't expected to be literally shredded by magic from a young child. Nor the hours upon hours Salem had spent under her care, his childish perspective giving him a caring parent, when honestly she had continued the ice-ish demeanor she's always carried.
He reached out for a moment, wanting to correct his youth, but time shattered and he found himself next to Kalay and Lisanna. His form was still highly energized, but soon coalesced to give himself his typical appearance, but he still felt charged. [b]"Kalay, Lis. Let's ice this b***h."[/b] He said, a fire in his eye as a truly, new desire to eviscerate Ultimecia's existence burned within him.
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