06-01-2017, 11:38 PM
The light that beamed from the monk's various tattoos fade as Aang's astral form returns to the material world. Lysandra's voice from below was a good sign. She did not seem outwardly distressed - yet - but he knew time was limited. With a mighty gust, he was instantly moving at top speed atop an Air Scooter. The scooter seemed to cling to the wall on the way down, then instantly change direction at the ground. Lysandra was plucked from the ground and pulled onto the monk's back.
"We need to get --"
"Cellar door, other side, its locked!" Lysandra was two steps ahead of him. She picked up instantly by his attitude and rush that something was afoot. Just as she described, Aang found the door - and the lock. With a flick of his hand, his Stone Glove flew from his belt, punching the lock. The metal crumbled under the dense Prime-powered stone. A gust of wind threw the doors open, allowing the pair inside.
Aang had to drop from the Air Scooter, landing lightly upon the scratched floor. Thankfully, it had grown dim outside, so it took little time for his eyes to adjust. What he saw was an energy sword lit and ready and a massive wolf with hide of a thick miasma. A hide far too similar to the haunter Doc's to be a coincidence. Just like his fellow Avatar, Aang also noticed the cleared circle. The scratches that filled just the center, while outside was mostly warn smooth. His stomach turned.
While the Monk was busy taking in all the details, to try and get a better idea of the situation, Chakravartin took the beast's snarling challenge and dealt back his own threat. A quick swing of the lightsaber had the ghostly entity stepping back, before barking fiercely. Another warning swipe passed just by the beast's ethereal ears. "The next will not miss." This was as much a warning to Aang as it was to the beast. If the pacifist did not step in, there would be a fight.
Jumping to conclusions was not Aang's favorite thing to do, but for the moment he had to rely on his gut to fill in the blanks. "It's not a wolf, if's a spirit -- I mean it's a Haunter, hired by another spirit!" The moment Aang reveals what he knows, the wolf glares at the monk. Something was said to catch its attention. Chills run down Aang's body and it seems that he is frozen in place, his eyes wide and his face paled. Lysandra was on his back, and she too looked petrified with fear.
The wolf's snarl was blood curling, but that glare... those eyes... hypnotic... terrifying... Chakravartin felt their power even though he was out of their field of view. Finding a median somewhere between using the deadly condensed energy and doing nothing, he steps in, two Palace Hands parting from his body to quickly strike the beast under the jaw. The wolf did not even flinch as the dense golden biomass passes through its form. It was not nearly as afraid of the strikes as it was the energy weapon.
"We need to get --"
"Cellar door, other side, its locked!" Lysandra was two steps ahead of him. She picked up instantly by his attitude and rush that something was afoot. Just as she described, Aang found the door - and the lock. With a flick of his hand, his Stone Glove flew from his belt, punching the lock. The metal crumbled under the dense Prime-powered stone. A gust of wind threw the doors open, allowing the pair inside.
Aang had to drop from the Air Scooter, landing lightly upon the scratched floor. Thankfully, it had grown dim outside, so it took little time for his eyes to adjust. What he saw was an energy sword lit and ready and a massive wolf with hide of a thick miasma. A hide far too similar to the haunter Doc's to be a coincidence. Just like his fellow Avatar, Aang also noticed the cleared circle. The scratches that filled just the center, while outside was mostly warn smooth. His stomach turned.
While the Monk was busy taking in all the details, to try and get a better idea of the situation, Chakravartin took the beast's snarling challenge and dealt back his own threat. A quick swing of the lightsaber had the ghostly entity stepping back, before barking fiercely. Another warning swipe passed just by the beast's ethereal ears. "The next will not miss." This was as much a warning to Aang as it was to the beast. If the pacifist did not step in, there would be a fight.
Jumping to conclusions was not Aang's favorite thing to do, but for the moment he had to rely on his gut to fill in the blanks. "It's not a wolf, if's a spirit -- I mean it's a Haunter, hired by another spirit!" The moment Aang reveals what he knows, the wolf glares at the monk. Something was said to catch its attention. Chills run down Aang's body and it seems that he is frozen in place, his eyes wide and his face paled. Lysandra was on his back, and she too looked petrified with fear.
The wolf's snarl was blood curling, but that glare... those eyes... hypnotic... terrifying... Chakravartin felt their power even though he was out of their field of view. Finding a median somewhere between using the deadly condensed energy and doing nothing, he steps in, two Palace Hands parting from his body to quickly strike the beast under the jaw. The wolf did not even flinch as the dense golden biomass passes through its form. It was not nearly as afraid of the strikes as it was the energy weapon.
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