Inferno stopped speaking draconic and went to the bar for some water. he drank it to sooth his throat.
Inferno: man that hurts, now I know why dad never spoke pure Draconic.
Shadow: Tiamat taught me some evil draconic, but it really hurts to speak it now.
Inferno: by the way Shinlong was the one that taught me the draconic toung, lesser and pure.
Flair: so you begged the dragon god to teach you draconic while we were on his Island back home?
Inferno: yeah, basicly. hay a king needs to know these things so he can talk to dragons who don't know human speach.
Shadow: wich are the stubborn ancients who don't want to learn the toung of man. right?
Shadow gets slapped upside the head by flair.
Inferno: anyway, I have a son of my own. his name is ultima and the reason I named him that is because he can use all the elements. he's pretty strong for his age, only 9 earth years old and he's allready got strength and speed that outmach me, my father, and all my siblings combined and his elemental attacks have develloped far beyond my own in my elemental form.
kid: <<<<really, could I see this form?>>>>
Inferno: shure.
an orb of the 14 elements of planet draco and the orbs hit him hard and in a flash of light he had changed, his skin was a pale orange, his hair was white, his eyes were a pale yellow, and a marking for each element appeared on his body.
Elemental Inferno: there, this is my elemental form. I can use or manipulate any element, watch.
a ball of fire appears and goes into the glass of water but instead of the fire going out, it mixes with the water to create liquid fire. Inferno drinks it down and lets out a refreshing aaaaahh.
Elemental Inferno: of corse this is nothing compared to what my attacks can do.
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The sun sailed across the sky, driving a shaft of sunlight through the gap between the curtains and illuminating the sleeper's face. Her eyes flew open, the soft blue of clouds and freedom, and flashed with green-gold fire. She closed her eyes slowly, luxuriantly. It was rare that Sheharazhad awoke and did not remember where she was; and this was no exception. Using her mind, she parted the curtains, allowing the room to fill with sun that poured in as though liquid. She lay on the bed on her side, still wearing her Jedi tunic and partially curled up, with her head pillowed on the backs of her hands. Rolling up to a sitting position, she swung her legs over the side of the bed and sat for a moment, blinking the sun dazzle from her eyes. She knew something was different.
The difference, she finally realized, was something so familiar that it took her a moment to place exactly what it was. When she did, she was on her feet in an instant and reaching for her cloak, tossed casually over the back of the chair, without seeming to have moved. She strode quickly over to the door, turning her head sharply to avoid a mirror glaring at her from the wall on her left. Twisting the doorknob, she stepped back and turned her head, accidentally. Her eyes took in the mirror's contents in a half second before she stepped around the door. She did not want to see herself; spending time contemplating a looking glass was a vice she did not indulge in. Closing the door firmly, but quietly, she locked it with a menacing click.
Throwing the cloak over her shoulders, the black material swirled around her like spilled ink before contenting itself in rippling with her movement as she descended the stairs. She was moving quickly, taking the steps two at a time, and, brushing past several people going up, muttered her excuses. She dropped her room key into one of the pouches on the utility belt she wore at her waist before reaching for the banister, which she trailed her fingertips along, less for balance than simply for the sake of having something to do with her hand.
Slowing her steps, she entered the lobby, which buzzed with activity. Her eyes flickered over the faces; some she knew, and some she did not. She spotted who she was looking for, however, sitting at the bar, and immediately made a beeline for him. At first she wondered if she was mistaken; if it were perhaps Nephcir; but she could not deny what she knew to be true. She sensed his presence. It just had to be him.
Sheharazhad slid onto the vacant barstool to the right of him. There were several vacancies on either side of him, actually; people seemed to be giving him the space they sensed he wanted. Turning toward him, she crossed her legs at the ankles and leaned her elbow on the countertop. "Smik?" she wondered aloud, not so much a question as it was prodding a response.
The difference, she finally realized, was something so familiar that it took her a moment to place exactly what it was. When she did, she was on her feet in an instant and reaching for her cloak, tossed casually over the back of the chair, without seeming to have moved. She strode quickly over to the door, turning her head sharply to avoid a mirror glaring at her from the wall on her left. Twisting the doorknob, she stepped back and turned her head, accidentally. Her eyes took in the mirror's contents in a half second before she stepped around the door. She did not want to see herself; spending time contemplating a looking glass was a vice she did not indulge in. Closing the door firmly, but quietly, she locked it with a menacing click.
Throwing the cloak over her shoulders, the black material swirled around her like spilled ink before contenting itself in rippling with her movement as she descended the stairs. She was moving quickly, taking the steps two at a time, and, brushing past several people going up, muttered her excuses. She dropped her room key into one of the pouches on the utility belt she wore at her waist before reaching for the banister, which she trailed her fingertips along, less for balance than simply for the sake of having something to do with her hand.
Slowing her steps, she entered the lobby, which buzzed with activity. Her eyes flickered over the faces; some she knew, and some she did not. She spotted who she was looking for, however, sitting at the bar, and immediately made a beeline for him. At first she wondered if she was mistaken; if it were perhaps Nephcir; but she could not deny what she knew to be true. She sensed his presence. It just had to be him.
Sheharazhad slid onto the vacant barstool to the right of him. There were several vacancies on either side of him, actually; people seemed to be giving him the space they sensed he wanted. Turning toward him, she crossed her legs at the ankles and leaned her elbow on the countertop. "Smik?" she wondered aloud, not so much a question as it was prodding a response.
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Sheharazhad's eyes shifted from his eyes to his left hand, the digits of which were digging sharply into her right shoulder. She could feel the wolfish instincts rear suddenly within her mind, hailing from its dark and shady depths. The wolf did not like being restricted in its movements, and bared its teeth at him in a noiseless but no less vicious snarl. Sensing in her cousin, or rather second cousin, an earnestness and desperation that stunned her momentarily, she crushed the wolf's silent, pointless rebellion and instead laid her left hand lightly over his right. Her brows drew together in a slight, concerned frown.
"Of course I know who you are," she said, all the sarcasm wrung from her voice. There was never a doubt in her mind that he was telling the truth. "The question seems to be, do you know who I am?"
"Of course I know who you are," she said, all the sarcasm wrung from her voice. There was never a doubt in her mind that he was telling the truth. "The question seems to be, do you know who I am?"
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Thus far I remember all names on this page. W00t!
I read ********* too much. THough I do have the urge to yell "Feel the wrath of SUSAN!", which showm Mac-hall tendencies.
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Midnight, full moon. As usual. Thus far Chibi had not slept under a night sky that phased another moon. No, on each planet, she was in the celestial phase of... full moon.
Boring.
Then again she had to ask herself... why was she awake? She should be sound asleep, thinking of all the things to do with her friends when she got home, and who to torment next, and what effective method of defending herself from her fearing mother she should take next. Or dreaming another whacked-out dream that would prevent her from sleeping the other nights. After all, that was routine.
But now she was here, in a bed, ready to sleep it all away, she was filled to the brim with anxiety. Something was going to happen, and she knew it. So why did it bother her? What made her think she was anything to do with it?
She looked up. The statue was still on the ceiling, and there was an undignified air about it. It seemed quite glad nobody but the room's occupants could see this humiliation. Chibi considered opening the door and screaming, just to see what the statue would do.
Of course at the same time she could slit her throat and jump out a window.
"For the last time," Chibi sighed gruffly, "Get out of my head!!"
You open that door and I'll throw you out the window myself.
"You know you can't."
My kids can. Willingly, too.
Chibi sat up. "If that's so, then why don't you find them? Get them to go through all this, instead of asking me, who you now quite clearly hate."
Through no fault of my own.
Chibi continued to glare.
Honestly, I don't know where they are! Only one of my kids stayed in touch, and that was my youngest. I haven't seen any of them for years, now! Now will you go to sleep so we can get up and find me in the morning?!
Chibi snorted. "What makes you think I'm going to do it?"
Oh for the love of... Look. Nobody else CAN do it. Only you CAN. Your mother can't do it. Your father can't do it. Mr.Saturn can't do it. YOU can do it. Now you HAVE to help.
Laying back down, Chibi took one peek at the statue, which was glowing slightly red.
"We'll see in the morning. How bout a fry-up for breakfast?"
.... We'll see.
Chibi curled up under the covers, but still couldn't dislodge the feeling something very very being was going to happen..
And she had no idea who the middle player was.
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W00t!
I read ********* too much. THough I do have the urge to yell "Feel the wrath of SUSAN!", which showm Mac-hall tendencies.
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Midnight, full moon. As usual. Thus far Chibi had not slept under a night sky that phased another moon. No, on each planet, she was in the celestial phase of... full moon.
Boring.
Then again she had to ask herself... why was she awake? She should be sound asleep, thinking of all the things to do with her friends when she got home, and who to torment next, and what effective method of defending herself from her fearing mother she should take next. Or dreaming another whacked-out dream that would prevent her from sleeping the other nights. After all, that was routine.
But now she was here, in a bed, ready to sleep it all away, she was filled to the brim with anxiety. Something was going to happen, and she knew it. So why did it bother her? What made her think she was anything to do with it?
She looked up. The statue was still on the ceiling, and there was an undignified air about it. It seemed quite glad nobody but the room's occupants could see this humiliation. Chibi considered opening the door and screaming, just to see what the statue would do.
Of course at the same time she could slit her throat and jump out a window.
"For the last time," Chibi sighed gruffly, "Get out of my head!!"
You open that door and I'll throw you out the window myself.
"You know you can't."
My kids can. Willingly, too.
Chibi sat up. "If that's so, then why don't you find them? Get them to go through all this, instead of asking me, who you now quite clearly hate."
Through no fault of my own.
Chibi continued to glare.
Honestly, I don't know where they are! Only one of my kids stayed in touch, and that was my youngest. I haven't seen any of them for years, now! Now will you go to sleep so we can get up and find me in the morning?!
Chibi snorted. "What makes you think I'm going to do it?"
Oh for the love of... Look. Nobody else CAN do it. Only you CAN. Your mother can't do it. Your father can't do it. Mr.Saturn can't do it. YOU can do it. Now you HAVE to help.
Laying back down, Chibi took one peek at the statue, which was glowing slightly red.
"We'll see in the morning. How bout a fry-up for breakfast?"
.... We'll see.
Chibi curled up under the covers, but still couldn't dislodge the feeling something very very being was going to happen..
And she had no idea who the middle player was.
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W00t!
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\"Are you really awake, or are you asleep with your eyes open?...\"
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OOC: A particularly busy and annoying day. It wasn't helped when a rather *****y member of staff decided to act like I didn't know what I was doing. Discovering a talent that leaves those with superiority complexes quite shattered is a nice thought, but I think I'll beat it out in a dream here, to make myself feel better.
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Craggy rocks stuck from the blue. Ocean waves crashing and banging against the stones. One person stood alone in the center of the chaos. The cool of the water disturbed by the rage of the storm, the power of the energies around it.
Another was in this scene, a youth, with dark oak hair, wearing black, save for a red shirt worn loosely over the top. This youth stared out from deep crimson shades, yellow eyes glaring at the person -- the witch -- on the rocks below.
"You see, the chaos is on my side, my friend."
The witch was trying to figure what was going on, but could find no clue. The child hovering several feet in the air, causing bursts of winds that rocked the scenery wasn't helping.
"W-who are you?! What do you want?!"
The youth simply chuckled. "I'm suprised you don't recognise me." It stated. "What a shame. I call upon the shadows that creep into vision at the darkest hours... I call upon the tainter of light... Come, my shadows, and ravage this soul for its worth."
The witch's eyes darted fearfully, to see what was being called into the darkness of this dreamworld. All was filled with the noises of the waves, and the thunder that had begun at the speech of the youth. An eerie presence had made itself known... but it was hard to tell from whence it came.
Then it hit her.
The witch screamed in agony as her body felt as though it was being torn apart from the inside. Her agonised wails were replaced with choking, and the youth cackled above.
"You do not understand, still in this World!" The youth laughed, and brought over visible shadows, before guiding them in the witch's direction. They flew through her with no mercy, striking right through. There wer eno screams. Her lungs no longer worked. Her eyes bulged, her body wracked with pain, and shaking like nothing mattered anymore.
The youth silenced and glared once again. Yellow eyes pierced through the witch's skull, and she keeled over. Dead.
"Another soul lost..." He sighed, gliding down. The shadows were chomping at the corpse's body ravenously. He only watched, as the waves cooled, the rocks steadied and the storm died down. Soon all that was left was a bloodied mess that was no longer recognisable. The youth smirked.
"Another lost to Seth's power." He announced. "Solitaire, holder of the cards. I call upon you."
A green-skinned demon slid up from the floor. Her eyes were red, and not gold, and she seemed to be in a type of jester's outfit, with pastel red and blues.
"Trap this mess in a card, and damn her the eternity she deserves." Seth ordered. He watched the card come out, and the mess suck into the soul trap. He smiled. "I deny her a fighter death, or a dignified one. Nobody treats me like filth."
He glided up again, as the demon, Solitaire, disappeared once more. Seth laughed as he headed skywards.
His work was done...
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Chibionna opened her eyes. It was still night, and the light was still dim. A sunset was brewing temptingly on the horizon, but this didn't concern the girl.
"That was that witch who upset me."
She sat up, frowning slightly. "In fact, she's the witch I wanted to kill for her foolishness. So... another one in chaos's wake."
What are you talking about?
Chibi looked up. The statue was still on the ceiling, hanging precariously. Chibi wasn't bothered. "A dream. Surely you would have seen it."
That wasn't chaos. That was you.
Chibi huffed. "I'm aware of that."
Did you know you have an attack rivalling one of my own?
"What, the stinging soul? Didn't know you thought of it first, but, yeah. I don't use it, though."
Why not?
Chibi looked out the window. A slight orange tinged the darkness. "Because it's not my attack. It belongs to Seth. Only he can control that darkness."
You really believe that, don't you.
There was no responce. Chibi got up to the window and opened it. Leaving the comfort of the bed hadn't been her best idea, and a chill swept through her. "We're different, but we're the same. We're allies, we're enemies. But one constant is that we're different."
You're the same. You are one person.
"Like you and your twin."
The statue didn't answer to that. Silence reigned for the better half of five minutes, before Chibi moved back to the bed.
Sleep was good. Sleep had bad dreams, but they weren't hers.
That's why it was good.
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OOC: Probably not as long or as gory as I'd have liked, but I've got a time-limit to work in. Some of my moves of old were performed with a max of two hours. Shock.
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Craggy rocks stuck from the blue. Ocean waves crashing and banging against the stones. One person stood alone in the center of the chaos. The cool of the water disturbed by the rage of the storm, the power of the energies around it.
Another was in this scene, a youth, with dark oak hair, wearing black, save for a red shirt worn loosely over the top. This youth stared out from deep crimson shades, yellow eyes glaring at the person -- the witch -- on the rocks below.
"You see, the chaos is on my side, my friend."
The witch was trying to figure what was going on, but could find no clue. The child hovering several feet in the air, causing bursts of winds that rocked the scenery wasn't helping.
"W-who are you?! What do you want?!"
The youth simply chuckled. "I'm suprised you don't recognise me." It stated. "What a shame. I call upon the shadows that creep into vision at the darkest hours... I call upon the tainter of light... Come, my shadows, and ravage this soul for its worth."
The witch's eyes darted fearfully, to see what was being called into the darkness of this dreamworld. All was filled with the noises of the waves, and the thunder that had begun at the speech of the youth. An eerie presence had made itself known... but it was hard to tell from whence it came.
Then it hit her.
The witch screamed in agony as her body felt as though it was being torn apart from the inside. Her agonised wails were replaced with choking, and the youth cackled above.
"You do not understand, still in this World!" The youth laughed, and brought over visible shadows, before guiding them in the witch's direction. They flew through her with no mercy, striking right through. There wer eno screams. Her lungs no longer worked. Her eyes bulged, her body wracked with pain, and shaking like nothing mattered anymore.
The youth silenced and glared once again. Yellow eyes pierced through the witch's skull, and she keeled over. Dead.
"Another soul lost..." He sighed, gliding down. The shadows were chomping at the corpse's body ravenously. He only watched, as the waves cooled, the rocks steadied and the storm died down. Soon all that was left was a bloodied mess that was no longer recognisable. The youth smirked.
"Another lost to Seth's power." He announced. "Solitaire, holder of the cards. I call upon you."
A green-skinned demon slid up from the floor. Her eyes were red, and not gold, and she seemed to be in a type of jester's outfit, with pastel red and blues.
"Trap this mess in a card, and damn her the eternity she deserves." Seth ordered. He watched the card come out, and the mess suck into the soul trap. He smiled. "I deny her a fighter death, or a dignified one. Nobody treats me like filth."
He glided up again, as the demon, Solitaire, disappeared once more. Seth laughed as he headed skywards.
His work was done...
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Chibionna opened her eyes. It was still night, and the light was still dim. A sunset was brewing temptingly on the horizon, but this didn't concern the girl.
"That was that witch who upset me."
She sat up, frowning slightly. "In fact, she's the witch I wanted to kill for her foolishness. So... another one in chaos's wake."
What are you talking about?
Chibi looked up. The statue was still on the ceiling, hanging precariously. Chibi wasn't bothered. "A dream. Surely you would have seen it."
That wasn't chaos. That was you.
Chibi huffed. "I'm aware of that."
Did you know you have an attack rivalling one of my own?
"What, the stinging soul? Didn't know you thought of it first, but, yeah. I don't use it, though."
Why not?
Chibi looked out the window. A slight orange tinged the darkness. "Because it's not my attack. It belongs to Seth. Only he can control that darkness."
You really believe that, don't you.
There was no responce. Chibi got up to the window and opened it. Leaving the comfort of the bed hadn't been her best idea, and a chill swept through her. "We're different, but we're the same. We're allies, we're enemies. But one constant is that we're different."
You're the same. You are one person.
"Like you and your twin."
The statue didn't answer to that. Silence reigned for the better half of five minutes, before Chibi moved back to the bed.
Sleep was good. Sleep had bad dreams, but they weren't hers.
That's why it was good.
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OOC: Probably not as long or as gory as I'd have liked, but I've got a time-limit to work in. Some of my moves of old were performed with a max of two hours. Shock.
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\"Are you really awake, or are you asleep with your eyes open?...\"
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[*Waves to Wing Zero* -OoC-]
Sheharazhad allowed herself a grin. Wing Zero's enthusiasm was, admittedly, somewhat contagious, "Wing Zero, you're so weird," she pronounced finally. Beckoning with the first two fingers of her left hand, she summoned the barkeeper. "Bring this fine man whatever he wants, the sky's the limit up to.. three credits," she said, scouring the insides of her pockets, before producing the credit chip and dropping it onto the counter. Clapping him on the back, she dropped from the stool. "We'll have to catch up later. I have a… previous engagement. Sorry." She grabbed Smikakai by the elbow and steered him over to a corner table by a window.
"Well, I can certainly tell you who I am-- Sheharazhad Miniver Mesrour, Jedi Knight, at your service." She chuckled at herself a little self consciously, then glanced out the window for a moment at the tall, swaying pine trees, before turning her eyes back to him. "But I don't suppose any of that means anything to you," she added quietly.
"Anyway, the information I'm sure you're most interested in-- Smikakai, Shadow Warrior of Canos. A Sheikah, the son of Okali and.. oh, this isn't working." She leaned her head in her hand and sighed, regarding Smik as though he were a puzzle she couldn't quite figure out. "Cousin Smikky? Does that ring a bell?" she attempted.
Smik moved his head in a short jerk, somewhere between a nod and a headshake, as though wanting to recognize the epithet, but at the same time not sure he did.
"Let me think for a moment. In the meantime, tell me what you do remember."
Sheharazhad allowed herself a grin. Wing Zero's enthusiasm was, admittedly, somewhat contagious, "Wing Zero, you're so weird," she pronounced finally. Beckoning with the first two fingers of her left hand, she summoned the barkeeper. "Bring this fine man whatever he wants, the sky's the limit up to.. three credits," she said, scouring the insides of her pockets, before producing the credit chip and dropping it onto the counter. Clapping him on the back, she dropped from the stool. "We'll have to catch up later. I have a… previous engagement. Sorry." She grabbed Smikakai by the elbow and steered him over to a corner table by a window.
"Well, I can certainly tell you who I am-- Sheharazhad Miniver Mesrour, Jedi Knight, at your service." She chuckled at herself a little self consciously, then glanced out the window for a moment at the tall, swaying pine trees, before turning her eyes back to him. "But I don't suppose any of that means anything to you," she added quietly.
"Anyway, the information I'm sure you're most interested in-- Smikakai, Shadow Warrior of Canos. A Sheikah, the son of Okali and.. oh, this isn't working." She leaned her head in her hand and sighed, regarding Smik as though he were a puzzle she couldn't quite figure out. "Cousin Smikky? Does that ring a bell?" she attempted.
Smik moved his head in a short jerk, somewhere between a nod and a headshake, as though wanting to recognize the epithet, but at the same time not sure he did.
"Let me think for a moment. In the meantime, tell me what you do remember."
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Inferno: wow.
Shadow: I never knew red dragons lived in communities. well anyway, their nasty habit of devouring virgin princesses is... OOF!
Inferno had just punched his brother in the gut with holy energy. shadow doubled over in pain and fell to the floor.
Inferno: you'll have to forgive my brother's rudeness. he tends to say the wrong thing to the wrong people.
Flair: but havent you tried that before Inferno?
Inferno: umm.... *sweatdrop* well I never really took to it that much eh-heh.
Shadow: well as long as we're pointing the finger Uncle Tiamat did that to mom.
Inferno: yeah but mom could regenerate outside Tiamat's body. that's one reason I have to keep Tiamat in line.
Flair: maybe we should just drop it.
Inferno: yeah, your right, maybe we should.
Shadow: aww, and it was just getting fun too.
Shadow: I never knew red dragons lived in communities. well anyway, their nasty habit of devouring virgin princesses is... OOF!
Inferno had just punched his brother in the gut with holy energy. shadow doubled over in pain and fell to the floor.
Inferno: you'll have to forgive my brother's rudeness. he tends to say the wrong thing to the wrong people.
Flair: but havent you tried that before Inferno?
Inferno: umm.... *sweatdrop* well I never really took to it that much eh-heh.
Shadow: well as long as we're pointing the finger Uncle Tiamat did that to mom.
Inferno: yeah but mom could regenerate outside Tiamat's body. that's one reason I have to keep Tiamat in line.
Flair: maybe we should just drop it.
Inferno: yeah, your right, maybe we should.
Shadow: aww, and it was just getting fun too.
beware the power of Bahamut\'s eldest son.
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