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Open Roads to a Destination - Demetri Malius - 03-08-2016
It wasn't long before the thief was back in the Nexus, hands in his pockets as he strolled at a fine speed, where no regular human would even hope to catch up, even by running. He spoke to his programmed companion.
"I'd appreciate if my disguises were no longer at humorous expense, IRIS."
A mechanized giggle was halted as she gave a whirring sigh. "I know..." she started. "I just couldn't gelp myself, plus i knew you were gonna make it out perfectly fine. Even better, the guy doesnt even know who you are!"
"That is true, but still. I feel mocked..."
"Aww, I am sorry Creator. If it helps, ill be helping you when you create the base for the guild! By the way, why Camelot? Its pretty busy over there, so it's a higher chance of getting caught."
"Exactly, but there are also more opportunities to practice our art, and for our future members to refine their skills. If the law ever comes down on us, I gaurantee that I will be on the front lines."
"A noble statement for someone that lives off of others." The machine giggled jokingly.
"Ahah. Yes, it is. But there is at least aome honor among thieves, some things that we simply abide by, as respect to others and ourselves. Without it we are just a bunch of rampant fools under the same name."
"You have given a lot of thought to this haven't you?"
"Lass, it has been on my mind for at least the past week. It is time that we pool our resources and begin to widen our reach and influence. Camelot will be the first to fall under our eyes."
"I like it when you plot, Creator. You sound so confident!"
The thief gave a nervous laugh, realizing that he was being a bit too prideful. "I suppose." He then stopped for a moment and looked towards the fountain. "IRIS what information is there about that gathering of primes over there?"
"Hmm... it looks like someone really wants to gang up on Sasuke, isn't that the guy you fought in Nippur? He had that really cool sword!"
"Indeed he did. Is there a count for who is present?"
"Hmm... a bit, though not all are registered on a dataverse device."
"I see. We should not interfere. Though an artefact like that would no doubt be useful, trying to take it within the crowd would no doubt bring eyes towards us. I have had enough war for the time being. However, perhaps we shall see if any new primes have arrived. I find it useful to introduce ourselves to them, it may prove beneficial later on..."
"Sounds good to me, Creator!"
RE: Open Roads to a Destination - Ezrihel - 03-11-2016
The ashen-haired woman glanced around, her quick eyes darting from point to point in this vast white landscape and observing any and everything that she could take in. She sat oh so quietly on the side of the fountain. It had definitely been quite a bit since she had really cared to interact with another being. In fact, she didn’t know exactly how long it had been since she had dealt with a rather smelly and otherwise offensive man named Cyburn. She remembered having dealt with him, speaking and gathering information on what exactly had caused her to be sucked into another realm of existence, but after that, she hadn’t a clue, only that time had passed in this little bubble of reality. She spoke one moment, and as if with a blink of an eye, they were gone and she was simply here again.
It wasn’t like she was exactly bothering by being alone. She had spent an incomprehensible amount of time locked within a void, chained and punished, tortured until she broke time and time again. This was nothing, time was nothing to her. Just like everything else that one could encounter, she found that time dulled each experience as it began to pass by faster and faster. Years felt like seconds, minutes like a briefest flicker of some forlorn memory smudged and torn by each breath. She held this truth to be so self evident- time twisted and changed everything, stretching and tugging like a temperamental and disobedient child until it got it’s way. It stopped for no one, held no consciousness, and knew no moral code. Time was a true god, one of the only she held with that respect, for it had mastered itself far long ago, at the very first wheezing breath of the universe and before her and her people would have ever existed.
Long ago, this pattern of thought would have upset her and made her feel as if she was under some sort of extremely extenuating situation. It used to present a form of existential crisis and sticken panic that blossomed deep within her soul. Yet time had torn at her and warped her emotions. She was desensitised to this existentialist dilemma that humans liked to wrap themselves up in when they realised that everything, no matter how great and impressive, had a beginning and would eventually have an end. It had actually impressed her whenever humans, in their short and infinitely finite lives, came to a sort of peace with that ever encompassing void that promised eternal sleep as far as they knew it. Death meant so much to humans that they spent their entire life planning on how to carefully avoid this unavoidable event; this is why the realisation that a very few had in their last days bought some sense of pleasant surprise to her weary spirit.
Of course, there was always the argument that before her, humans lead a much simpler life. The voices of those who came before her last sphere would always ring crisply in her mind. From her originated all sin; pride, greed, lust, sloth, wrath, envy, gluttony. If she hadn’t originated them, then she had certainly given humans the means to practice them. She could still think back and recall- no not even recall, she still held the belief that humans were beneath her, created to be her slaves and servants. From her and her people they had been manifested; they were nothing more than toys, a means to an end for her. They had emotions, reactions, souls, they could empathise with each other and even bridge the gap between them and lifeforms even lower than them, she guessed that it was some sort of unexpected byproduct at creating hybrids from her people. Even with this truth, she held those who were once her superiors as responsible for lifting these people into some sort of wicked and coveted enlightenment, giving humans so much advantage but not giving them obstacles to test themselves against and overcome. Humans always lived in a lap of luxury.
They blamed her for everything wrong when they had also created her, but treated her and her fellows like rejects. How could they expect her to react correctly when she had been raised in ways that breed strong resentment for everything. She would always feel completely justified. She was always regarded as very careless and confusing. She was a careless person, she smashed up things and creatures and retreated back into her money, power, her vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept her distant and let other people clean up the mess she had made.
After all, being careless was what she was good for, being a fool. That’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool. Be a fool and let things lead you where ever they may. Time is unstoppable, and she couldn’t afford to live in the past, trying to capture dying dreams and crumbling aspirations. Men liked to look to the orgastic future that year by year recedes before everything. It eluded them then, but that’s no matter—tomorrow they will run faster, stretch out their arms farther. . . . And then one fine morning they will hope to reach these goals— So they beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past that they adore so much.
She supposed that men were endearing in that strange and pitiful way. Young and vanishing creatures that acted so rashly, destroying themselves in order to create a future, to gain their goals. She liked to focus on the struggle of human beings trying to achieve their goals by both transcending and re-creating the past. Yet humans prove themselves unable to move beyond this past. And to think that she, she alone and by herself had caused men to evolve like this. It was her intervention that gave her such great fascination and entertainment.
She paused in her meditations and noticed a man dressed in dark, unmistakable thief garb. She had been around long enough and could draw upon her vast memories quickly enough to be able to spot a thief when she saw him, the way he walked, the way he moved spoke of strong but lithe and well trained muscles that flowed with a sort of predatory grace under his clothes. The way a person walked, and held their poise said a lot about their history, something a trained eye could easily pick out. She observed him as he paused and looked in her direction, or rather more so at the amount of others that had recently began gathering in this small white world.
Glancing up and down his form in the quickest of motions, she took in everything about him that she could, from his height to his stockiness to how much he might weigh. She took a brief moment to judge how fast he could likely move, how his body moved ever so slightly with each breath and the slight twitches of his body. She would take each minute detail of him in with each passing moment, trying to judge what his next move would be and be as prepared as possible for any sort of aggression she might face at his hands.
Of course, she could always play the damsel in distress. She had always loved that role. Of course, in the realm she was from, women had next to no rights, not the right to divorce, not the right to vote, own property or even have control over her own body. Everything was controlled by the male counterpart, not that she minded that much. Gender constructs held no importance to someone of her people or her age. She prefered neither gender or sex over the other, as each held its own advantages and disadvantages. If she really felt like having outright power and control, she would let her body morph back into the form of a man.
With a soft sigh, she let herself look at utter ease, complete relaxation as she sat on the side of the fountain and flipped a bit of her long wavy ashen hair over her shoulder. She would allow her full lips to lift into a graceful and carefree smile. She loved the thought of being alluring to people, a carefree smile and thick lashes fluttered, she was certain that she could appeal to any and everyone if she tried. It was one of the reasons she wore the outfit she wore.
Having figured out how this strange liquid like substance worked for the most part, she dematerialised her old clothes and made a new, more captivating and far less conservative outfit than the large hoop dresses that ladies of her standing in the south wore. She let an open chested brown corset grace her form, pushing a distracting amount of cleavage together, thigh high black laced up boots and tan pants, her long sleeves wet down to the middle of her hands, and her collar came almost to her jaw. On her head was a small but exquisite tilted top hat with flowers and feathers decorating this headpiece.
In a single fluid motion, she leaned back and crossed her legs. Waiting to see if this newcomer would do anything to her, or even do anything interesting.
RE: Open Roads to a Destination - 00 - 03-11-2016
The guards at the gates to Coruscant are, for the second time that week, stunned as a vehicle comes barrelling past them, belching smoke and steam, sounding clicking gears and stampeding hooves.
It had come from behind them, with no warning, while one of them was trying to demonstrate to the other how to dance in the spirit of the Starship Festival (which was going on in the city they'd been so curtly left out of), and was lucky to have pirouetted out of the way when he did.
The driver of the clockwork wagon peers back at them through a hood, flashing a mischievous smile at their wide-eyed fallen forms, and cracks the reigns to urge the gear-driven horses to hurry faster through the white expanse.
A gang of about five or so fellows, garbed in equally suspicious hoods and robes, sits in the loud wagon behind them, bouncing on piles of secrets and tricks wrapped so neatly under layers of blankets and tarps.
The fountain lay ahead, approaching fast, its proximity surrounded by a gathering, growing crowd of strangers.
The driver frowns.
How could it have expected less?
It had thought that maybe by now the crowd would be gone and it'd have a chance to stop for a rest there, think about where to head next.
But no, apparently it's a thing for others to want to gather around there.
Probably for another fight, no less.
It sighs, and turns to beckon at one of the passengers.
"I'm gonna lift off," it says, as licks of liquid seep out of its cloak, sticks to its shoulders and spine and begins to glow and pass through auroras and rainbows.
It hands the reigns to the passenger, hops over their head to the back and helps them up front.
"Where you gonna go?" the new driver asks, grimacing as the wagon begins to rock and sway and veer.
The former driver leans forward, taking a few minutes to show them how to control the pair of mechanical horses.
It continues to sway, but no less remain on a somewhat straight path towards the gang's own goal, the gate opposite from Coruscant's -- Camelot.
It shrugs, the liquid over its back coalescing and dimming into some sort of backpack...with rockets.
"Wherever I end up," it shouts, wrapping its wings around two control-sticks.
This should be fun....
"B--" but the blast of jet fuel and a faux sonic boom cuts it off, as its clothes go flying off (tossed in the face of one of the passengers) and it rockets straight up into the sky.
There is a scream, then whooping, and finally silence.
It hadn't expected to hit a solid wall with its head.
There's a noticeable CRACK, drowned out by the jetpack's noise, its controller's neck bending uncomfortably backwards; its body jitters, throws out static and a quick image of something somewhat larger than itself; the jetpack slips away, goes flying off in a chaotic spiral somewhere else, and the tall bird drops out of the sky, too dazed to catch itself.
Luckily, there's something coming up fast -- someone who maybemight be able to break its fall*....
*That is to say, ya might get more than one broken back out of this.
Score!
RE: Open Roads to a Destination - Erik Vrell - 03-11-2016
Erik got to his feet and stretched, glad to have his body intact.
"God I missed depth perception." He muttered to himself. The psychic's skin still seemed sensitive after the intense sunburn, but Erik knew it was just in his head. He looked back on the Hero's Graveyard, wondering if he had done well. He decided that he had done all he could, but deep down he was slightly dissapointed. Erik had wanted to be the one to save the spirit, or at least assist in doing so. In the end, he had to be content with killing the guardian.
Erik stood up, glad to feel the familiar weight of Mageslayer on his hip. He had missed his blade while in the graveyard. He quickly decided to never let the sword out of his sight again. Erik would be distraught if he had lost it. The psychic was unsure of what his next move would be. He was too ashamed to face New Babylon after his death at the siege and was uninterested in using his dataverse device to find something to do. That was too simple, too... Convenient. Erik wanted to find adventure for once. The psychic spotted a shadowy figure not too far away and, barely noticing those nearby, approached the figure. As Erik drew near, he recognised Demetri Malius. Erik was unsure of how he thought of the thief. One on hand, he had assisted the talking rodent in attacking Victor, which would normally have put him on bad terms with Erik, but he had also assisted in the assault on New Babylon, which Erik was grateful for. Regardless of his disposition towards Demetri, Erik was bored.
"Hello thief," Erik said to Demetri. "No offence intended, of course. I am bored, what are you doing at the moment, and may I join in?" The psychic asked bluntly.
RE: Open Roads to a Destination - Demetri Malius - 03-13-2016
On one side of the fountain sat a stunning beauty with blonde hair. Demetri could not help but notice her exquisite attire, certainly a noblewoman. He raised an eyebrow and stepped forward. He steps lightly and curiously, his black leather boots softly rolling onto the white floor, leaving a speck of dirt with each fading footprint on the clean surface before it seems to mysteriously disappear. The Nexus was always able to keep itself clean, to wipe itself of its horrors and scars. Just like the preparation occurring on the other side of the fountain, oblivious to him and the girl that he locked eyes with, everything else soon blurred and faded into nothingness. Thoughts of John Connor and the other woman that he met filled up his mind. Hopefully, this feminine beauty would not blow up in his face like the last one.
"Creator? Your heart rate has increased and you are showing increasing levels of distraction and loss of focus, you alright? " The feminine program analyzed data and crunched numbers as Demetri replied.
"Nonsense."
"CREATOR! Are you infatuated with this woman?"
"That is a preposterous prediction and analysis IRIS, I am beginning to doubt your precision in strategy and intelligence gathering. "
A beep sounded in his head as if scolding him. Demetri frowned and ignored it, before checking out the gathering of primes across the way. Suddenly a bright burst of energy startled him, the red-faced sorcerer the cause as the thief witnessed a monstrosity from. He locked eyes with a shocked bystander, wearing blue and white robes, standing next to a purple armored woman. There was something.... familiar about him, some kind of unseen connection. no matter. Her must no involve himself in that matter, at any costs. He turned his focus away and found himself faced with a familiar face, bringing back further memories from the dunes.
Erik Vrell, the psychic that he had faced and fought alongside in Nippur, at least, they didn't seem on too bad of terms. He didn't seem to look too bad, but looking at his fresh appearance, he might have died recently and just respawned. Demetri pondered whether or not he should inquire about his recent adventures, but a sudden cough and sputter that entered his senses distracted him from the thoughts.
A wispy figure that resembled blue stained glass fell from the sky, a falling dragon as it twisted in the air, a dance of panic and dread as it plummeted to what it most likely assumed to be a dastardly fate. As Demetri looked up at the poor pitiful figure, he realized that the trajectory was heading right for the fountain, the splash zone being the entirety of the woman's body and then some. He quickly raised his hand as she also noticed the being falling above her, a tinge of dread that her outfit would be ruined, but not enough emotion to show too much care for it, perhaps even disinterest.
A chain shot out from Demetri's arm, wrapping around the woman's torso before locking into place and retracting back, plucking her from the fountains edge and pulling her into his arms as the splash of the fountain behind her sent a wave crashing down onto the floor, a small puddle forming and flowing dangerously close to them before seeming to seep into the floor, taken back by the Nexus.
Erik watched with a raised eyebrow at the thief's attempt to rescue the damsel, seeing the whole charade as hardly necessary. A roll of his eyes and a sigh showed his distaste for the current situation. Clearly he wasn't in the mood for this crap.
IRIS seemed flustered, beeping hard into his ear as she cried out. "Creatorrrr!"
The thief paid no mind as he held the blonde woman close with the arm that stole her from her passive existence, reading into her like as if an exhibit through glass. At this distance, though one could hardly call it that, no effort was needed as her abilities and powers were assessed and stored away in a distant file on IRIS's hard drive and Demetri's memory. His pale eyes shone for a moment and a wrinkle from on his cheek as he gave a smirk and lowered his suppressed presence and allowed her some telepathic communication.
Hello, and who is it that i am having the pleasure of meeting? He thought in his mind, hoping that she would steal a glance into it.
RE: Open Roads to a Destination - Ezrihel - 03-14-2016
Her keen eyes kept track of every minute movement that this new man made, constantly checking him and her surroundings to make certain that she could be prepared for any sudden movements. As she crossed her legs, she noticed the thief take a few slow steps towards her. She immediately registered that he was curious about her. Most people where curious of her, naturally. She was of course a god before she was pulled into this new landscape, recognizing her as one was one of the few rights that humans had back in her original homeland. She of course liked to be seen in a light of awe and curiosity, almost as much as she loved to be seen in a light of terror and fear.
As the man stepped closer to her, she made a bit of an effort to hear any sounds he put off. After a brief moment she heard what sounded like a high-pitched whirling feminine voice, "Creator? Your heart rate has increased and you are showing increasing levels of distraction and loss of focus, you alright?"
Was that noise coming from him, or his armor? She glanced over him once more, taking in how his armor had intricate circuitry running along it's surface, obviously something of mechanical origin that she had yet to experience in this lifetime. In lives past, yes, she could remember seeing armor akin to this, a sort of body suit meant to bio-mechanically enhance the wearer's abilities and mobility. She wondered if there was other, even more advanced technology in this place, maybe even knowledge and technology that she had never encountered, or could ever hope to encounter back in her universe.
Taking a short moment to ponder the man's armor, she then wondered if the suit had an AI installed into it as well. It was something she would have to ask about if she got the chance. Aside from his armor, the assumed AI's response was quiet amusing to her, though she showed no external expression of this. Was this man getting so distracted and loosing so much focus over just her? Oh she was just so flattered, in fact, she had to fight to hold an even bigger smile back, a fight she won with a small amount of effort. Then she heard the man's reply.
"Nonsense."
Then came the AI's response, an annoyed and flustered cry, calling to her creator and asking him if he was in fact infatuated by her beautiful form and lovely smile. In a sort of scoffing tone, the man rebuked the AI's question and called to concern it's own abilities of strategy and information gathering. Ezzy heard a few buzzes and beeps, as if the AI were saying something under its breath at the remark and situation at present. She would have casually blinked, had she not felt a ripple of energy surge through the air.
For a moment, it was almost suffocating, like static in the calm air before a great storm. Giving a glance over to her right, she noticed a new figure had shown, a large monstrous form with a red face. Not caring to get involved in whatever drama was about to go down, she quickly averted her gaze and brought it back to the mysterious suited man in black. She could now note that a new young looking man stood at his side, with brown shaggy looking hair and a missing eye, his remaining one was a cute blue color.
And yet any symbalence of intrigue she had for this new man was shorn away quickly when he stepped up to the thief and completely interrupted him with no regards for what he might have been doing or where he might have been going. That was quite ill-mannered and offensive in the world where she came from, and she would have not taken so lightly to such a thing normally, but this land was alien and different to her, everything and everyone around her seemed quite strange and peculiar. She was wise enough to not take her chances with this newest brown haired man.
Listening in she heard the man address the thief as such, then apologize for the offense before gracelessly barreling forward, stating his boredom before asking what the thief was doing. Within the very same breath, no the same sentence, before even knowing what the thief was doing, had planned or how they felt, asked if he could go ahead an tag along. This new comer was albeit forceful in his tactless efforts to socialize and be apart of something. He was extremely blunt and verged upon being rude with how he almost seemed to bully his way into things.
She could tell now that she might not like this brown haired man, but this was something she wouldn't think about for now. For now she would give him plenty of chances to show that he wasn't some bumble minded social brute.
Her attention was called away from her thought pattern as she heard a loud sputter and mechanical cough. Looking up, she saw a nine foot long snake like transparent creature with some sort of mechanical propulsion device strapped to it's back crash into the upper limits of the fountain area. She watched black smoke billowed from the fly device as this creature fell down and down, certainly to land in the fountain behind her. She instantly knew what it would mean. Her entire outfit, including her boots and most adorable little hat would be ruined by water, exposing her to the rather tame but not private elements of the Nexus. Her lovely hair would be matted down by the splash of water and she would spend some amount of time trying to dry her long and thick wavy hair. The thought of this all almost made her stomach sink, as if she'd swallowed an entire bag of rocks. It really wasn't that big of a deal to her if she were being completely honest. It was simply more of an inconvenience to her, though she didn't really want to show her body off that much to every single prime within the area.
With a slight sigh of borderline disinterest, she uncrossed her legs, about to stand when she saw the black garbed man shoot a chain out to her. Whether it was do to sheer surprise or maybe just him moving faster than her, she didn't deflect the chain, in fact she didn't have a chance to deflect it as it wound around her petite waist. Maybe she had been correct just a few startling moments prior, maybe she did enjoy being the damsel in distress much to often. Perhaps it was even why she allowed the chains to take her without a fight. It was true that she didn't want to get soaked to the bone by some falling glass serpent, and the chain had pulled her right up close against the thief's left side, quickly being replaced by his around her as the large splash of water fell a few feet in front of them.
She watched with detached curiosity as the water was reabsorbed into the white ground. It seemed that nothing would stay for long on these grounds.
When she had been pulled to the mysterious man, she had planted her right foot on the ground, the toe of her left boot barely touching the ground, which caused her to quickly place her left hand on his chest in order to keep her balance. With her hand on his chest and arguably most of her form, she could feel his breathing and his quickening heartbeat. Looking up at him from under his hood, she saw his pale eyes and watched his mouth form into a grin. She blinked twice, wide-eyed, before speaking.
"Oh, what a kind young gentleman you are! Saving me from having my clothes and my dignity ruined in front of all of these people." A breathless warmth flowed from her, a promise that there was no one else in the world she so wanted to see, her voice like that of honey or even one could say money. "Would you care to grace me with your name so that I may call you by what is right?"
She could hear the AI cry out again now that she was even closer, a whirl and buzz in strong protest that this man ignored. "Do tell me, how could I ever hope to repay you for your noble act of kindness of chivalry?"
She reached a slender hand up and brushed his right cheek. "Tell me, is it a kiss upon thy cheek that you'll ask for," she leaned in a bit closer and, feeling him truly for the first time, whispered into his mind, "or a dance with me in the rain? To sing you a somber love sonnet, or to whisper it in your ear? Will you bring me far or near, just to hear my spirit's song?"
As she spoke to him within his own mind, he would be able to hear the soft sweet melody of her mind. She touched his thoughts and whispered, like quiet shy birdsong captured by the breeze, or even the warmth of a tavern fire surrounded by friends, a feeling of sweet nostalgia from something missed and bygone. Her mind was the sound of gentle rain falling through the forest leaves, that of the soothing oceans and seas, it carried experience and profound time with it, like an old story that has been passed on. Like a lover's smile, it was something that could leave you wanting and yearning for more, never to be forgotten in some old dusty store.
Looking up at him, she smiled once more. She could feel how intrigued that she made him, and how captivated he was with her. "My name is Ezzy, my grandest of Sirs."
Though all of this talk would conspire in mere seconds, she knew with no doubt that either the young brown haired man or the AI would object in some way, in fact it would be a great surprise to her to not hear them speak against this brief moment.
RE: Open Roads to a Destination - 00 - 03-14-2016
...and what a spectacular splash it was, and what a shame too, that the fisheel had been far too out of it to even see it -- there was not even a single glimpse of awareness that would have allowed it to revel in the fact that it was now raining down on those closest to the fountain.
Its tail panels cracked, some of the glass shattered and fell in colorful crinkles to the bowl of water below, while the rest of the serpentine body hung limp over the higher tier, tarnished silver spoons and bamboo wind chimes pouring from its upside-down mouth, marble eyes falling from their shallow sockets.
There was a hardly a voluntary sound to be made because, as might have been a bit difficult to discern, the creature had simply flat-out died.
There was a slight, slow whisper among some of those in the mechanical wagon, now but a few minutes away from their destination, the gates of hell-- what?
That's not it?
Oh...the portal to Camelot, then.
"Is it gonna be okay?" someone asked.
Another said hurriedly, "It's fine, it's fine -- keep goin, keep goin."
And so they did.
At least when it would eventually reawaken in three days' time, the koinobori could marvel at having thankfully missed the fight in its entirety -- dying, in fact, right when it was beginning.
RE: Open Roads to a Destination - Demetri Malius - 03-15-2016
Demetri stared into the damsels eyes as the melody of her voice filled his head, a soothing and warm tone that urged to to keep this woman close to him, however, his thoghts were quickly interrupted by his secondary's mechanical voice.
"CREATOR STOP GAWKING AT THE FEMALE IN FRONT OF YOU AND GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME WE LITERALLY HAVE NO CHANCE AT SURVIVING IF WE STAY HERE WE NEED TO GOOOOOOOOOO!"
The thief snapped back to reality and turned away from the fine lady as heset her upright. A warning appeared on his screen and he pushed the lady aside and sidestraffed in a moment as a small child that resembled sasuke was thrown where they stood one moment before.
Erik's eyes were already wide with fear as he turned to see the dreadful being on the other side of the fountain. The flying carp had apparently already smashed to bits of glass and was already dissolving back into omnilium as a battle started, a flaming undead skeleton of many colors floating in the midst of it. It let out a menacing cackle as it seeked out each victim.
"Oh fuck what the fuck is that thing?!" The teenager cried out taking a step back and nearly falling over as his heart pounded in his chest. His brown hair swayed with everyone elses and the winds turned up from the sheer power within a throw's distance.
"A terrible mostrosity that will destroy us without hesitation. Erik. Ezzy. You may stay if you wish or accompany me to Camelot, but it is not safe here. Remaining behind would mean your own doom unless you flee to another verse."
He narrowed his eyes as IRIS calculated any possible deadly projectiles as well as their eacape route, and the thief motioned towards the two beside him.
He took a few steps towards the chaos , being the most experienced out of the three as he motioned for them to flee into the direction of Camelot. IRIS spoke up, creating a speaker like voice.
"Creator is quite well adapted to flee, you Erik, you and the succubus can go ahead and head that way as we make sure we arent followed. We will follow behind to ensure your safety. "
The suit glowed brightly as Demetri stood defiantly against the storm, enveloping his entire body and giving his leather a bluish glow. The metal half mask that covered one side of his face exerted a puff of steam, the glowing wires burning hot as he focused his energy. The being would no doubt see theough his tricks like glass, rhere would be no bluffing. The chains at his side rattled at the omnilium being flooded into them, preparing to fight if needed.
"We... we arent actually going to fight that thing right Creator?"
"It is not my intentions, we most likely will not even survive a hit, just look at Sasuke. The poor bastard was simply tossed like yesterdays meat. As soon as the others are a safe distance we will turn back and cover the ground between us."
They waited as the two behind then did not hesistate to listen and flee from the scene. A blonde woman had charged the towering compilation of primes, only to be inatantly smited. At least it was distracted. It seemed to be fine until the damned beast caught eye of Demetri.
"Creator."
"IRIS."
"I think it...um..."
Suddenly a voice from afar.
"YOU SEEK TO DESTROY? I SHALL YOU YOU TRUE DESTRUCTION, TO ERASE ALL FROM EXISTENCE." Demetri could not help but feel like the voice was familiar, though demonic, as he took the chance and turned on his heels, full sprint as he began to catch up with the others.
The man behind them cackled. "I CHALLENGE YOU AND YOUR POWER HARBINGER. I DENY YOUR POWER."
RE: Open Roads to a Destination - Erik Vrell - 03-16-2016
Erik averted his gaze from the pair in front of him, unsure of how to react. While facing the fountain, Erik noticed something falling from the sky. Whatever it was impacted onto the ground and shattered, seemingly foreshadowing what was to come. The psychic's eyes widened in horror at the monstrocity only a few metres away. He backed away quickly, terror gripping his mind. He heard IRIS' warning but could barely understand the machine.
"Come on Erik, get a hold of yourself." The psychic whispered to himself.
He had only been this scared a few times in his life, and each of those situations were life threatening. While he knew that he could just revive if he was killed, Erik's subconscious didn't seem to care. Adrenalin surged through the psychic's body as he came to his senses. As Demetri took a step towards the abomination, Erik opened his mouth to protest but was interrupted by IRIS. Erik was uncomfortable with leaving Demetri behind, but was reassured by IRIS.
"As you wish." The psychic said and turned towards the woman. "Let's go." Erik could sense the woman's discomfort. "Don't worry." Erik said, attempting to be reassuring. "Demetri is smart. Too smart to be caught by something like that, let alone provoke it."
The two turned and ran, with Demetri following not long after. But as the creature roared its threats, Erik stopped dead in his tracks. He knew that voice. The psychic turned, violet energy unconsciously blossoming from his eyes. The voice was unforgettable to Erik, it belonged to the man who spearheaded the assault on New Babylon.
"Sinestro..." Erik spat. The psychic knew better than to charge head on at something like that and extinguished the purple sparks that coursed over his body, cursing himself for not being strong enough to take revenge.
"One day," He reasoned,"One day I will be strong enough."