Immortalis ((IC))
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				Title: <strong>Immortalis ((IC))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trost</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 05:33:13</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">In the days when lore was passed through lips and song, it was the strength and power of men that immortalized them. The earth was governed by the laws of honor and the might a man carried himself. The only way to be remembered is to be immortalized in deeds and power so great that it was spoken of and remember for many centuries.<br><br>This is the world that exists today, and many seek this power and immortality.<br><br>Their first obstacle? To cross the scorching desert. Many die in the journey alone. Past the mirages, scorching heat, misleading dunes, tucked deep in the desert sands, is a compound. There is a towering wall around it that stretches its sun-bleached stone as high as skyscrapers. The main gates automatically open with a knock. Past the mighty, intimidating walls is a ring of grass as large as a football field. A cobble path from the main gates cuts through the grass and beeline’s for the entrance to arena. The Arena walls jut up as proud as the fortress walls. Nothing else exists in the compound. Here, creatures and beings of all kinds fight and train together in order to obtain this immortality. Their goals? To become powerful enough to be immortalized. Many come from all stretches of lands, of all races, of all power. <br><br>How will you wish to be immortalized? Are you a hero wishing the change the world, or an overlord wanting to control it with an iron fist? What do you bring to the arena and how do you wish to impact those around you? It is your actions that make the future. The choice is yours, but more importantly: Will you survive?</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Please check out the OOC: Click! (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=106104.0)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Immortalis ((IC))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trost</strong> on <strong>09-05-2011, 02:13:14</strong>
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				Blood droplets fell in tiny dark rubies from large, strong knuckles. Axius was knelt in the grassy field, stooped over on one knee from exhaustion. His broad frame huffed with each exhaled gasp of breath. His mouth open to allow more air in, revealing the two rows of white teeth. Sweat rolled in beads down the contours of bulging bronz muscles as he glared ferocious crystal eyes at the beaten, scorched, torn, and shredded ground.<br><br>He had been training non-stop for the whole half day, working off the frustration pent inside him. He hated this place. It was a prison, and for what? For him to find some bullshit inner peace? Nonsense! He did not need 'inner peace'. He needed to be free from this damned place! The anger roared in Axius like a cataclysmic hurricane. A low growl rumbled from within his throat and his body quivered from the sheer force of it. It was engulfing him, filling him like a cup full of poison. he looked at the impenetrable walls of the fortress with the purest hate, ad it fed his darkened heart.<br><br>Then, when he was sure he would become no more than a slave to his own anger, a gentle hand graced his shoulder. It was softer than satin, small, frail, and cool against his scorching skin. Immediatly the storm of anger was blown away as if it were no more than a candle flame being extinguished.<br><br><br>"Patience, Axius. Freed will come in due time." a melodic voice purred soothingly to him.<br><br>Axius growled as he felt a tingle run through his body. He suddenly began to feel calmer, more&nbsp; energized, and healed as the pain receded from his wounds and muscles. He smacked the hand away.<br><br>"I don't need you or your damned help, Eleithinna!" he snapped as he jolted to his feet. Cruel eyes bore into a gente, female version of himself who looked back with soft, sad eyes. "It is your fault we are trapped in here!"<br><br>Eleithinna looked more downcasted at the accusation, yet she forced a small smile. "I am sorry. But it may be for the bes-"<br><br>"Fuck you." Axius spat before turning away from her and storming back to the Arena.<br><br>Eleithinna stood, alone in the midst of the destroyed field. Sighing, she ran a hand through her long, flowing locks and looked to the walls surrounding them. Indeed, she wished to be free as well. Though Axius' power was far too strong and his personality far too irrational to be free amongst the world. And she... was far to soft to bear it. Shaking her head, Eleithinna knelt down and placed her frail hands on the dirt. Slowly, green shoots of grass began sprouting out of the bare and scorched earth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Immortalis ((IC))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedRuby</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 03:12:25</strong>
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				Aikiden trekked through the desert, weary from her trip. She saw many dead bodies on the way there, and was unsure at many points whether or not she'd make it. She walked on, wiping sweat from her brow, naginata on her back. "Ka.... Ka hilen...." (So tired) She muttered to herself as she looked down at the sand. She had come to this place following a rumor of a place in this desert where one could get amazing power. She would give anything for power like that... If only so that she could use it to protect people.<br><br>She fell to the sand below, looking up into the heat. Would she survive? She looked into the distance. There was something there. Thoughts of joy passed through her mind, then quickly went back on it. It was probably a mirage... Still... No reason to avoid it. She dragged herself up, now motivated by the fact that she may be at the end of her journey.&nbsp;<br><br>She approached the walls, pressing her hands to them. She had no clue what to do now. She walked around, looking for an open way in until she just found herself back where she started. Aikiden pounded her fist on the gate in frustration, jumping back in pure surprise as the gate opened. Recollecting herself, she walked inside and saw a woman in a field of grass. How was anything like grass alive out here? Aikiden called out to the woman.&nbsp;<br><br>"Frahive jie.... Ounne sul ji?" she waited a moment before realizing that she was no longer in Kyrenia. English... English... "Ex-excuse me...?" she started, very unsure of her words. "Where...ummm.... Am... I?" &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Immortalis ((IC))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trost</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 04:11:36</strong>
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				Eleithinna had just finished repairing the grounds. She sighed and wiped the sweat from her brow just as the doors of the compound opened. She gasped, a light crisp sound from a melodic voice and she quickly stood from her crouch. The silky white gown shifted gracefully from her movements as she turned towards the door. Finally, they had a visitor and hopefully a resident! Her eyes fell on the young woman that entered, immediatly catching sight of the lovely blue skin and the hair like metal from beneath the hood. She admired these features before the girl noticed her and called out in a strange language. Ah! She was definatly foreign. She quickly spoke in english though, asking where she was.<br><br>Eleithinna gave her a welcoming grin and hurried over to greet her. Her movements were graceful and lithe, almost like a dance. The flowing gown around her made soft billows behind her as she moved.<br><br>"Welcome!" she greeted in a singing voice. Her face was glowing. "You are at the Arena in... well... I'm not quite sure!"<br><br>She laughed nervously, and then noticed the poor girl was exhausted. Eleithinna frowned at this, concerned about the woman. Her hands made a fluid motion and a chunk of earth thrusted itself up. It levitated in the air and inbetween her open hands. The earth began molding itself, stretching, pressing, and shaping until a smooth cup was formed. Then, a blaze of fire erupted from both her palms and struck the cup. I was controlled and did not venture to harm anything. When it stopped, a perfectly formed ceramic cup was formed.<br><br>Eleithinna blew a breath of air and a crisp, almost frigid air blew past her soft, bow lips and around the cup. As the cup cooled, her other hand reached up and pointed to the earth. A stream of water, fresh, clean, and cool, came from the earth, snaked in swirls up and into the cup. With a grin, she finally finished her job that took no less than a minute. She handed the woman the cup full of cool water.<br><br>"My name is Eleithinna. And you are...?"
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				Post by: <strong>RedRuby</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 20:47:27</strong>
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				As Ailkiden stood before this woman, she couldn't help but wonder if she was somehow very important. Firstly, how could someone live out here all this time? And then the woman created a cup and filled it with water, all from the ground. During the whole entire process, Aikiden's face had a look of pure shock. Ok, secondly, how the hell did she do THAT? Aikiden had never seen magic in her whole life, so this came as a huge shock. Either way, she accepted the water, drinking it greedily. It was almost literally like an oasis after a massive desert, and by Meliaora, was it ever an amazing feeling.&nbsp;<br><br>The mysterious woman then introduced herself as&nbsp;Eleithinna. Once she finished off the water, she gasped for air and responded. "My... Name ees.... Aikiden..." She answered awkwardly. "You.... Uhh... Live here?" She asked, curious as to who exactly this woman was. &nbsp;&nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>Trost</strong> on <strong>27-05-2011, 10:31:33</strong>
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				Eleithinna smiled warmly at the young woman. She felt a certain tenderness for her, though this was something she felt for all living things. It was more of an appreciation and respect for life. Axius often snarled and spat about it, saying that her 'gooey affection bullshit' literally made him want to puke. <br><br>"Yes, I do." she said cheerily. "And I live with-"<br><br>There was sudden BOOM! from the Arena and the ground shook beneath them. A figure, so far away that it looked like a dot in the air, flew from the Arena. In reality, Axius had sensed the new presence and merely jumped with his god-like strength. He landed right next to Eleithinna, all bulking frame of muscle. The ground made a small crater from his impact, making Eleithinna stumble. Even in the most awkward state, she did so gracefully.<br><br>"Who's the peep-squeck?" Axius growled as he stood to his full 6'2" length.<br><br>Eleithinna sighed, looking around her in dismay at the tarnished earth around them. She seemed unphased by her counterpart's rudeness.&nbsp; "This is Aikiden. She is a newcomer."<br><br>Axius scoffed and snarled down at the new girl. "I can break this twig with a breath."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Immortalis ((IC))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedRuby</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 01:31:31</strong>
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				Aikiden stood with a shocked posture as she felt the ground rumble. When she saw him about to land, she jumped in anticipation, so she wouldn't get rattled by the impact. When she landed, the man; a massive tank that was actually terrifying, in truth, she saw that he was just another person. Not a monster or anything. He then proceeded to insult her.<br><br>She wasn't entirely sure what a peep-squeak was, but the second sentence, she understood. She breathed heavily for a few moments in anticipation for what she was about to do. In the blink of an eye, she used her amazing speed to pull her Naginata from her back, then dash forward and place it at his throat. If he'd even blinked, it'd have seemed as though she'd teleported. <br><br>"Dar nelt eidola jie." She seethed angrily. "Ji sul nelt se pethea se jau crana!" she yelled, not giving a damn if he understood her or not. She didn't come all this way just to be insulted. In truth, she didn't even realize he wouldn't understand her. She simply kept her blade to his throat, hoping he couldn't know how scared she actually was.<br><br>(ps, feel free to smack her around for it. That was not the smartest thing for her to do ;3) 
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				Post by: <strong>Trost</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 14:31:25</strong>
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				((I am SO sorry! I forgot to tell you that my weekends get rather busy so I sometimes don't have time to get online.))<br><br>Axius was not a very bright man. Eleithinna took that attribute. However, when he suddenly found Aikiden's blade at his throat, it didn't take a genius to comprehend what was happening. Axius sneer down at the girl, and obvious concieted look as he laughed mockingly at her. Eliethinna's eyes held worry in them as she looked between the two.<br><br>"Well it looks like there's some bite to the lil' bug!" Axius' voice boomed in snide amusement.<br><br>Eleithinna reached her hand out in a soothing gesture. "Axius... wouldn't it be-"<br><br>She stopped as Axius' massive hand shot up and halted her from speaking. Eleithinna sighed and took more steps back for safety. She could not argue with her counterpart. If his feelings were more dominent, then she had to stifle her own. Axius' steelly blue eyes never left Aikiden's.<br><br>"Let's see whatchu got!" he growled and stomped his huge foot into the ground. A wall of stone suddenly shot up from the earth, knocking Aikiden's blade away. With the barrier and shield seperating them, Axius jumped into a wide fighting stance. Anchoring his weight, he drew his massive fist back for a wide swing, and thrust his fist forward with all his might. It connected with the stone wall, tossing rubble towards the young woman.
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				Post by: <strong>RedRuby</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 04:49:24</strong>
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				As the barrier his Aikiden's naginata away from her, she jumped slightly and pushed off the barrier, gaining some distance between the two. Landing gracefully, she prepared herself in a dodging state. When Axius punched the wall towards her, she sprinted forwards, towards the rubble coming at her. With a confident leap, Aikiden landed on the first rock coming towards her, pushing off of it with high speed, bringing her towards the next one, blocking smaller chucks.<br><br>She leapt from about ten rocky chunks in only a few seconds as the last rock whizzed by her face, jaggedly cutting her cheek a bit. A thin line of blood formed on her cheeks as she walked up to only A foot or two away from the man and struck a defencive pose, ready for him to attack. "Come... On..." she said, breathing heavily. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Immortalis ((IC))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Trost</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 17:51:11</strong>
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				Axius grinned in amusement as the lithe little creature landed before him. In the amount of time that it took her to reach back in front of him, he had taken out and readied his hammer. IT was huge, the actual head of it about half is size, and the handle as tall as him. As she landed before him, he let out a growling, booming laugh as the rubble fell around them.<br><br>"Ahhhh, your new little pet has some bite, Eleithinna. She may just last longer than a few seconds before I crush her skull in."<br><br>Eleithinna watched at a safe distance, a look of pure worry on her face. Axius is known to be ruthless, and she feared for the girl, even though she had shown to be a fine warrior.<br><br>Axius let out a long, deep sinister laugh as he readied the massive hammer. "Let's dance."<br><br>At that he slammed the weapon towards her with unusually ease.
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				Post by: <strong>Hiru Harada</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 12:35:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span class="bbc_u"><em>Day 1</em></span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Death Keeper</span></span></strong></div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>This one is strong.... almost.... yes, stronger than the last. There is no telling, because the last of mine had been destroyed because of it's own stupid arrogance. Arrogance.... such a.... </em>living<em> concept. Although, I'm surprised at this one. It stopped resisting much sooner than anything I've seen before. It is already one with me, this spirit. A human spirit....? Wait........ What is that? That light, it couldn't be..... no, not </em>that,<em> of all things. But.... </em>it is....</span><br><br><br><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Hiru Harada</span></span></strong></div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">He woke to the sound of wind. Like the snares of leaves tattering in a warm breeze. No, a <em>hot</em> breeze. <em>Very</em> hot. Dry hot at that, which made it even better. Or worse. His body was sluggish when it rose. The sands of the desert ripped past him like needles against his skin. Or, at least that's what it seemed it should've felt like. Instead, he felt nothing but heat, as if there were hot coals under him. There may as well have been. But this heat was coming from within, like a fire burning in his gut that was reaching out to the rest of his body, coming to a stop at.... his right shoulder? But, maybe that's where the fire was coming from.....? Well, it didn't matter. It still sucked. The sand sucks, this wind sucks the whole desert sucks. Yet, here he is, trapped upon the sands.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;A funny thing, deserts. You could be standing in the exact center of one, completely free, open space, no limitations as to which way you can go. You are free to roam in any direction you desire. Yet, it is like a prison. Those who do not know their way are already lost, doomed to lose their hearts to the unforgiving cold, their minds to the endless heat, and lastly, their bodies to the scavengers. They will be taken victim by the overseer, the scorching king who watches from above, waiting to eat their souls. On this day, one makes the exception. His name is Hiru Harada. It is not possible for his soul to be eaten, or his mind to be lost. His soul has already been taken by The Keeper of Death. Like a dream keeper, it wanders the realm of the living in search of the act of death in progress, so to stop the act before it can be completed. There Hiru lies, somewhere within the fault of life and death, yet.... not quite between it.</span><br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span class="bbc_u"><em>Day 4</em></span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Death Keeper</span></span></strong></div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em><strong>"Four.... four they will be. Two they will fighting. Four then fight. </strong></em>Pressure.....<em> Walls of never escaping. </em>Fake.<em> An illusion all of it is...."[/b]</em></span>[/size]<br><br><br><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Hiru Harada</span></span></strong></div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">For three days now, he's had to put up with this. This stupid voice in his head that keeps repeating the same words over and over and over. Every so often, the voice would resurface, repeat itself a couple times, and then vanish again. The stupid thing would even silence itself when he tried to answer it, waiting even longer to return than when he ignored it. The one thing he needed to say, he never would. He wouldn't even think it. He had survived four days straight in the desert. Four days of night and day, walking to no end. He didn't rest, didn't even slow. He was still waiting for his body to tire. After four days straight and no sign of a need for rest, he was beginning to think something might be wrong with him.</span><br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span class="bbc_u"><em>Day 12</em></span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Death Keeper</span></span></strong></div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><em>"Four stand. Four then fight. Spiritual pressure. All of it-..."</em></span><br><br><br><br><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Hiru Harada</span></span></strong></div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>"Grrr..... WOULD YOU SHUT UP ALREADY?!?"</strong> He screamed out into the winds, his voice rattling his own bones, not to mention the sands themselves. It was as if an unseen source of energy was pouring out from his throat. It made him stagger and fall to his knees. He caught himself with his right fist, holding himself up. The only problem: the moment his fist hit the sand, his forearm snapped, the bone jutting out of the skin. What he saw wasn’t what he would’ve expected, had he been expecting his arm to do that in the first place. His blood had turned black. When it hit the ground, it bubbled and hissed, eating large holes in the sand before turning to vapor. Strange, but not what his attention was focused on. He felt nothing. It was as if his nerves were just… <em>dead.</em></span><br><br><br><br><div class="floatleft"><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><span class="bbc_u"><em>Day 27</em></span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size"><span class="bbc_u">Hiru Harada</span></span></strong></div><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">Fifteen days without hearing a single word from the demon. Just as well, he didn’t miss it one bit. Fifteen days with his arm… After the third day, the bottom half of his forearm fell off. It turned to black, melting into the same liquid that had poured from the wound. He didn’t look back. Instead, he assumed that it would evaporate just like the rest of it after eating a man-sized hole in the sand. After a good wind passes through, however, the hole will be covered right back up. No traces of him will be left behind.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;As Hiru walked, he had started to hum to himself. His voice was growing stronger. The more he hummed, the more his body seemed to fall to pieces. Well, if it was going to happen, then let it happen. Why not? It’s not like he could feel it anyway. He wanted to rip the whole arm off. The voice in his head was talking again, telling him to do it, but he ignored the stupid thing. All he could do was keep walking… walking… walking… stop.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;In the distance, he could see. A large wall rising up from the sand. It was… strange. But what wasn’t strange at this point? Still, that wall… it had a peculiar presence about it that was putting him off. Still, there might be something here he could use. Like water, maybe? <em>Water…</em> what a dream that would be. There had to be something behind this wall, right? But, he was so tired, so thirsty, he didn’t want to move any further. He felt weak. Finally, after 27 days of walking, he had found something. He knew exactly how many days he’d been walking, too. When you don’t sleep, and you have nothing else to think about – besides the voice in your own head – you start counting things. One thing Hiru hadn’t counted on, however, was this giant wall in the middle of nowhere.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He approached the wall, staring at the top for a moment before it dawned on him that, perhaps if he walked around, he might find a door somewhere. Or like, a hole in the wall? Something? So he scaled the outside of the giant structure in search of something. By the time he finally reached a door, his shoes were mush. His feet felt like applesauce inside them. When he bent over to poke one of his feet, his fingers were hanging limply like a plastic glove with water inside of it. When the tip of his finger hit the top of his shoe, it crumbled to dust, leaving his left leg with a stump to stand on. His hand ripped down the center, spilling more black liquid onto the sand. If he could still smell, the substance would probably be the most putrid thing he’d ever smelled in his life. But his senses were gone. All but hearing and seeing were lost to him.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;He looked up to the giant double doors as his body continued to decay in front of the door. For the last moments of his body, he had a thought: if his body were this fragile, he could simply destroy himself right here, couldn’t he? It was worth a shot. The one thing he wasn’t thinking about was the necklace. What would happen to his mother’s crystal if his body was destroyed? Would it be eaten by the black substance inside of him like the sand? It would be better off destroyed than picked up by some random thing Like a human, for example. He shuddered to think of that. Before he could hesitate any further, or he lost his vision completely, he leaned back, the force of his weight crushing his other foot into the sand. With the last ounce of energy he had, he pushed forward, knocking his paper-thin shell against the door. The black substance splashed out over the sand, but it fell off the door, draining into the puddle in the sand. The hole that was eaten by the substance was massive. But, the force of his body knocking against the doors had somehow triggered them into opening.<br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;There he was, his spirit, floating idly in front of the giant double-doors as they opened wide to allow his entry into the structure. It was immaculate, what he saw. By the traces of energy, the sheer density of spiritual pressure, he could tell all of this was fake. Who would construct such a place was only a small detail at this point. What mattered was, he was free. Liberated from his old shell. But… umm, well I guess the only question at this point is… ‘now what?’ Well, now he sees that the voice in his head – what the hell ever that was – was actually right. There were four of them. But, they were off in the distance. He wondered, in the spectral form he was in, would they even see him? Like many things in this world, there’s only one way to find out. Then again, if one of them <em>could</em> see him, would they also be able to see the large, red, glowing skull that was hovering ominously behind him? Either way, even a human would probably sense the cold chill in the air brought on by the presence of a demon as it approached.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Immortalis ((IC))</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedRuby</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 04:43:29</strong>
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				(OOC: I'm sorry I've been missing for a while... Something happened IRL that i'd&nbsp;rather not talk about, but I'm back now)<br><br>When the massive man in front of her called her "Eleithinna's pet", Aikiden looked up at him enraged. She dove back away from his swing, doing a backwards combat roll and finding herself right next to her naginata. Picking it up, the girl spun it over her head before holding it out fron of her menacingly.&nbsp;<br><br>"I am... Nobody's... PET!" She yelled, running towards him, but at the last moment she slid down, going through his legs. Upon standing up, she used her momentum to launch herself up into the air. She brought her weapon to vertically slash Axius, and now found herself going down to cut him. "I...AM...ME!" She screamed, getting louder and louder.&nbsp;
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