[IC] HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

[kishin asura]

As Kishin tracked Genocide's movements across the ground, he found that Genocide was heading down deeper and deeper, growing farther and farther away. In fact, he was moving quite rapidly, as if he were falling down a really big pit, or using a high-speed elevator. he also showed no signs of stopping, and Asura could feel the strange divine presences closing in on his location. In the distance, he could see great winged forms, flying through the eternal twilight of this planet. As he feels the Clue Bat being slowly shoved up his ass, he comes to the sudden conclusion that THERE IS SOMETHING DANGEROUS COMING HIS WAY, and that GENOCIDE IS UNDERGROUND, YOU NEED TO GO UNDERGROUND TO CATCH HIM, and that PRETTY MUCH HIS ENTIRE FRIENDS GROUP IS GETTING THEIR SORRY LITTLE ASSES WUPPED. Huh, that was meta.

@thewizardguy

"Goddammit Matt don't rush me." Asura mutters under his breath "fourth wall be damned..." he regurgitates. Vajra and stops. Firing energy blast after energy blast at the ground rapidly. Creating a hole big enough for him to go in Which he pretty much does Upon entering, he goes after genocide once more. Creating a large tunnel via energy blasts

[thewizardguy]

Theme Music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MLeIyy2ipps As Kevin relaxes himself, he can feel 5 reaching into his soul, and as it does, the calming influence grows exponentially. As he admits 5 into his mind, his own soul seems to start resonating with 5, as his will seems to be altered. Manipulation of the mind to control the soul, a proposition based on Stein's concept of controlling the Body and Mind through the Soul. Kevin could feel his magic slipping, and whether he had truly let 5 in, or whether it had been some form of trap, Kevin finds himself incapable of caring. A world of calm. A peaceful existence, one designed esspecially for him. Kevin finds himself, wandering through a valley of his own dreams, as he can sense his friends at his side. His father, grinning widely, stood next to the door to the small house he lived in. At his side was Kevin's mother, clinging on to Gildarts' arm, shouting something about cookies. It was hazy, but he knew it was real. And as he stepped forward, he realized that this was his life. Gildarts, tired of adventuring, had settled down when his son had been born, and while he had always been open and flirtatious with other women, he had been bindingly loyal to Kevin's mother. He had grown up in a farming society, and learned to use his powers not to destroy, but to build. His best friend had been Creed, who would stop by from the guild, and tell wild stories about his adventures. Kevin had joined them, after asking consent from his parents, and had proven himself to be a great mage and addition to Fairy Tail. As kevin stood there, in that grass plain, his parents waving at him, he could recall all of it. The struggles in his life had been won, and his greatest problem was the natsu's daughter, whom he had a terribly crush on. Luckily, he had discovered the feeling to be mutual. Soon, he knew, he'd try and raise a family of his own, living in the same little village, living the same peaceful life, as his father grew older and his tales grew progressively wilder. In that moment, Kevin was content. 'Good night, child.' Guided by a will that was not his own, Kevin's magic swirled around him. Soft teers ran down his face, as the world he had wished for, that world of his childhood dreams, had come to pass. For him, this reality was all he knew, and as Crash activated in full, he didn't even notice it. Blood splattered the ice, but it was not just blood. Bone and organ tissue, finely melded with blood, rendered into it's base contents, utterly destroyed. Complete annihilation, applied to the entire body, left quite a mess. A sticky pinkish paste, containing all the bits of a human body, and yet incapable of sustaining life. Covered in it, stood Kevin, a sad smile on his face, as he lowered his right hand. He turned, and walked away, hands in his pockets, leaving behind the remains. Another story, added to an ancient collection, another shard of a soul, a moment of bliss, gathered like a stock of gems. 'You will not be forgotten.' Abandoned lay, a single, shattered mask. It was all that remained.

[thewizardguy]

As the bug fall down through the pit of darkness, it's sight switches from light-based to heat-based. The dark underground area was filled with crawling heat sources, moving across the area with ease. Spindly limbs stretched outwards from central bodies, the scent of magic in the air. In the distance, a source of light was detected, and as the insect switched it's vision once more, it saw that both Creed and Ven seemed to be standing there. Their swords were drawn, although they certainly didn't look like they were fighting, more out of waryness than anything else. Around them was a small horde of demons, the scent of their dark magics clear, although they appeared to be attempting to communicate. Around them rose series of pillars and broken walls, ruins of a once great civilisation. Then, the world ends. Blurring colors, shifting and flickering before his eyes, a sense of movement, and yet in all directions at once. Bug's mind struggled to keep up with the confused senses, as he felt a massive magical aura, just for a moment. But what he had felt, shook him to the core. It was a source of power like he'd never felt before, greater than anything he'd previously encountered. In that one tiny moment, with that one tiny glimpse, he already knew that this being could easily have ripped him apart, and there wasn't a thing he would have been able to do against it. And as this realisation pounded inside his head, he found it floating away. As he grabbed towards it, attempting to stuff it back into his head, he found himself floating in air, around him a myriad of ideas, concepts, small mindless thoughts, assesments and emotions, mingled and intertwined, each a tiny shower of bubbles, orbiting around him as he floated. And yet, seams began to show. A web, of which he was the center, each of the ideas surrounded by a tiny cocoon, as great, shifting creatures moved over them. And he knew, even in this warped, twisting reality, that this creature was real. Beneath it's shifting, ever-changing exterior, he could sense a soul, and a powerful magical aura. It grew a pair of horns, extending upwards, even as a gaping mouth sealed itself into a series of eyes, long spindly legs growing, and then instantly being discarded for fins as the air turned to water. Sharklike, long and sleek, the creature rushed towards Bug, as if from all directions at once, and Bug found himself incapable of tellign what was real, and what was a conjuration of his panicked mind. rain hit his face. ----------------------------------- The building was burning. Mithias slowly walked through the rain, the mud dragging at his heels, the sword he bore resting heavily in his hand. As he reached the crest of the hill, he simply stared out mournfully, watching the flames as they devoured everything. Blood dripped from his side, his left hand clenched onto a wound. His shield lay discarded, far behind him, among the bodies of slain men, felled by the very blade he carried. Blood had stained his once clean armor, and had seeped between every crack, and as he dropped to his knees, he faintly realized that he might never be able to clean it. A firm hand grabbed his shoulder, shaking him, as if to awaken him from a nightmare. Unfortunately, this was real. 'They'll still be alive, I'm sure of it. There's no way those sons of bitches would be satisfied just killing them, they'll be on tomorrow's pyres.' His oddly named companion said those words to relax him, but in reality, nothing terrified the knight more. A death by the blade was swift, but he had seen enough burnings to know that it wasn't quick, and it was far from painless. And it would be guarded by the armies of Inquisitor Stein, no mortal being could survive an all-out assault. Of course, as a Templar Knight, he was aware of an alternative.

[Akihisa Yoshii]

(Just saw Matt's post on the last page, damn it)

[supertinyking]

Bug's mind was flooding, overflowing with many a thought and idea. "A shark? Wait, was it raining before?" where, who, how, why, when, where the thoughts most common...but as he saw the fish like thing move into attack, his mind, flooded, came up with a basic idea, one to stop the shark. It was attacking from all directions, so he would attack all directions. With a single pulse, a green wave of force was released from the insectoid, with his hopes of at least knocking the creature ba- Now, he was with Mithias, behind him....trying to calm him. And failing.... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Leeroy...was to late.....to late, by just moments, to late. As leeroy stepped from the portal, onto the icy world on which he found himself after tracking his fellows, he froze (no pun intended) at his first sight.... A bloody mask, shattered.... no.... no.... no..... ........ Leeroy just stared, shaking. One part of his wooden face looked different, dead...almost, like it could be peeled off, to show something else. He fell to his knees, clutching his head, growling, grunting, snarling. To those who could see his body, he began to change. He began to take a more human shape, definable muscle and bone structure becoming seen under his bark....he became more human.... To those who could see his soul...the normally green, lively, invitingly calm thing, was rippling...a large slice, taken out, revealing a red core...and from this core, anger, hate, rage, malice...all, were beginning to flow around the rest, a wavelength of vile emotions...something within Leeroy, old, and hidden away, was re-awakening... And for Number 5, he could tell...it would all be aimed at him, in a few moments. "Who...." Leeroy snarls out, his voice deeper, more human. "Who...killed....my friend...."

[Teoinsanity]

The great purple laser hits the mirror, instantly reflecting even as the mirror melts from the impact, drips of molten glass raining down on the frozen plains below. At the speed of light, the beam returned to it's origin, engulfing Toguro's arm, which held the canon. There was a thundering explosion, and a pulse of bright purple light, as the canon itself exploded. When the shards of ice and water vapour fog had finally cleared, Toguro could be seen, once more missing his left arm. This time, however, streaks were torn across his entire body, great gouges carved out and reduced to lava, spilling down his body even now. Sighing, Toguro turns away from Teo, walking off. His words carried through the air, as he spoke, not bothering to shout. 'Damn, looks like it's one of these. Well, there's no point in prolonging it, is there?' His right arm reached down, and the massive stone fingers clamped down on a figure, lying in a heape of shattered ice and metal. As he raised it, it became all too familiar what it was, and why Toguro knew that the fight had already ended. Bloody, bruised and exhausted, Creed hung limply in Toguro's grasp, the thick fingers reaching around his skull. The slow creaking of bone could already be heard, had one listened carefully. Even tired and wounded, Toguro was more than capable of crushing Creed's head like a walnut filled with blood. 'Now get down here, and be a good boy.'

@thewizardguy

Teo slowly flew down "I was hoping I wouldn't have to use a weapon of mass destruction ,but I might have to if you don't let creed go" Teo says with a sigh,Teo had many weapons of mass destruction,but few where as deadly as this,few could melt the minds of people like this,Teo had 3 ,but even the weakest of them could decimate gods quickly and neatly,Teo didn't like using em,but some times ya had to "let him go,or you will never see the light of day again,I was hoping to keep you alive,let you have a chance at redemption,but I am afraid that if you don't let creed go ,You might not survive" Teo says with his head low "this is your last chance at redemption,choose wisely"

[Akihisa Yoshii]

As Creed was held in Toguro's hand, his hand wrapped around his head. He was ready to die, again, after all he'd just revive... His stone would not be destroyed... But as he looked up to observe the situation, he saw Kevin be obliterated. He watched one of his best friends be torn apart, his soul shattered and a piece stolen... Kevin would not come back from this one, he was dead and dead for good. Creed hung limply in Toguro's grip and as he processed this, he felt, strangely, nothing... He was still processing, and in processing he was calm, calmer than he'd ever been before in his life. After a minute though, his eyes closed, before sliding open, his eyes slit. Before he could know what was happening, Toguro felt his grip lost, his arm detached from the body, more lava flowing as heat burst forth. The arm fell limply to the ground as Creed crouched before Toguro, now right in front of him. His eyes were drawn in unfathomable anger, the slitted pupils drilling into him. Clarent was drawn, and he burned brightly with fires of anger.

[Wraithblade6]

... The building was burning. Mithias slowly walked through the rain, the mud dragging at his heels, the sword he bore resting heavily in his hand. As he reached the crest of the hill, he simply stared out mournfully, watching the flames as they devoured everything. Blood dripped from his side, his left hand clenched onto a wound. His shield lay discarded, far behind him, among the bodies of slain men, felled by the very blade he carried. Blood had stained his once clean armor, and had seeped between every crack, and as he dropped to his knees, he faintly realized that he might never be able to clean it. A firm hand grabbed his shoulder, shaking him, as if to awaken him from a nightmare. Unfortunately, this was real. 'They'll still be alive, I'm sure of it. There's no way those sons of bitches would be satisfied just killing them, they'll be on tomorrow's pyres.' His oddly named companion said those words to relax him, but in reality, nothing terrified the knight more. A death by the blade was swift, but he had seen enough burnings to know that it wasn't quick, and it was far from painless. And it would be guarded by the armies of Inquisitor Stein, no mortal being could survive an all-out assault. Of course, as a Templar Knight, he was aware of an alternative.

@thewizardguy

The shake stirred Mithias back to alertness, pain pulsing through his side and his veins like the fire of life, and he realized that he had almost let himself zone out. But no, no, this wasn't a dream. The same reality he had almost left behind in unconsciousness was still there as he blinked his eyes. Their home was destroyed, burning in the rain right before him, and she was gone. "Evelyn..." Mithias winced as he could not hold back the tears. She had his child, his greatest joy, and now, the thought of them burning alone and apart from his protection was more than he could bear. It was a suffering unto death that was beyond all known cruel torture. "Evelyn!" He shouted as loudly as he could, as if he could reach her with his voice. Blood gushed briefly from his side, stifeling his cry. Wearily he stabbed his sword into the ground and leaned forward on it."I can't let it happen. I can't let them die..." The world was turned upside down. The once beloved and glorified Templars were now demonized and hunted down like a secret society of Satan-worshipping cultists. They were being slaughtered left and right, their homes destroyed, their lands taken. It was all coming back to him now... "Bug, my friend. I beg of you, please. Help me, help them. I would give my soul to save my family."

[supertinyking]

Bug sighed. He knew he could do something, something extreme....but it would give Mithias the power he needed. "....I...could do something....but you become a monster to most.....are you willing to give up everything? Truely?" Bug asks him, with a rather serious look.

[Wraithblade6]

The sound of the raid was steady, drowning out the crackle of fire ahead of them. The human leaned heavily on the hilt of his weapon, breathing. Then, the strangest, most ironic and painful sound came from him... It was laughter. A roll of thunder echoed from far above. "Everything that has happened... A monster you say? ... Everything I know is wrong, friend. I am a Templar. By God above, I am already a monster." Clearly, his thoughts were a jumble and his emotions extreme. Mithias turned his head aside to meet Bug's gaze, surprising him with his beautiful dark brown eyes. "You, you are above this mortal mayhem. Whatever price you are asking, I agree. I rescind my claim to righteousness. I would give up my life, anything, to save them. I wish to be free from this... to learn truth." Mithias knew what 'terrible sin' his ally was offering, and he did not hesitate. His whole religious life seemed now nothing more than a farce. "If it is within your will, Bug, then I beg for it. Turn me."

[thewizardguy]

Asura blasts his way downward, as he finds himself moving through several layers of densely packed hallways, Laboratories and even living areas, all of them underground. It's significantly warmer here, and the steady hum of a heating system can be heard, although the electric lights affixed to the ceiling remain off. In these hallways, Asura sees series of bronze, humanoid statues, posing in positions of terror and flight, as if they had been turned to bronze mid-run. Expressions of fear still haunt their faces, perfectly preserved. The dark magic in this place leaves almost a palpable trail, as if Asura was moving through a thin soup of coagulated human fear. Below and to the right, the Failed God feels Genocide, although even with the repeated blasts from Vajira, both parties are moving down at an equal speed. Furthermore, blasting through layer after layer of metal was placing a strain on Asura's energy reserves, if he continued like this he would arrive exhausted. Already, he had dug down dozens of meters through the maze of winding corridors and bronze statues, the dim light of the outside world reduced to irrelevance by the sheer depth. Whatever Genocide was after, it would be near the core of the planet, where Asura could feel a definite wrongness, as if he were looking at an angled picture. Coupled with the powerful aura of dark magic in this place, it did not bode well for what lay in the centre. --------------------------------------------- The newly formed Kevin clone simply turned, mute and emotionless, cocking it's head as it observed Leeroy's change. Already, crackling lightning rippled over the creature's skin, gathering in his hands into large, glowing orbs. Wielding two orbs, each a different wavelength, humming with power. It seemed as if 5 hadn't spent any energy fighting Kevin - in fact, the homicidal nanobot swarm seemed to be stronger than ever, quite possible due to the new Soular Shard that now floated among it's metaphysical collection.

[supertinyking]

Asura blasts his way downward, as he finds himself moving through several layers of densely packed hallways, Laboratories and even living areas, all of them underground. It's significantly warmer here, and the steady hum of a heating system can be heard, although the electric lights affixed to the ceiling remain off. In these hallways, Asura sees series of bronze, humanoid statues, posing in positions of terror and flight, as if they had been turned to bronze mid-run. Expressions of fear still haunt their faces, perfectly preserved. The dark magic in this place leaves almost a palpable trail, as if Asura was moving through a thin soup of coagulated human fear. Below and to the right, the Failed God feels Genocide, although even with the repeated blasts from Vajira, both parties are moving down at an equal speed. Furthermore, blasting through layer after layer of metal was placing a strain on Asura's energy reserves, if he continued like this he would arrive exhausted. Already, he had dug down dozens of meters through the maze of winding corridors and bronze statues, the dim light of the outside world reduced to irrelevance by the sheer depth. Whatever Genocide was after, it would be near the core of the planet, where Asura could feel a definite wrongness, as if he were looking at an angled picture. Coupled with the powerful aura of dark magic in this place, it did not bode well for what lay in the centre. --------------------------------------------- The newly formed Kevin clone simply turned, mute and emotionless, cocking it's head as it observed Leeroy's change. Already, crackling lightning rippled over the creature's skin, gathering in his hands into large, glowing orbs. Wielding two orbs, each a different wavelength, humming with power. It seemed as if 5 hadn't spent any energy fighting Kevin - in fact, the homicidal nanobot swarm seemed to be stronger than ever, quite possible due to the new Soular Shard that now floated among it's metaphysical collection.

@thewizardguy

Seeing this shard, seeing him take on the look of his old friend...this, let Leeroy knew more than he needed. Springing forward, Leeroy's steps shattered ice and stone beneath, as he rushed the creature, a aura of dark green covering him, his skin darkening to a black. Leeroy was activiating...everything, pretty much. But the most alarming thing would be what's forming in his right hand...a blue sphere, with a red core. Life energy, weaponized, and formed into a projectile. And this battering ram of a thing, was all aimed at five... Well, it was, until an apparent blast of blue energy slammed into Leeroy, sending him flying backwards. Near by, stood Tsubaki, who seemed to have a rather...devious plan, as she drags Leeroy away. "Hey, Kilroy...mind taking out the trash?" She asks, as Kilroy, the android, steps out, and appears before the scene of death, and destruction. "I've heard about your goals of destruction. I'm afraid I can't let you do that...." He says, looking at the two juggernauts who had pretty much decimated the team as so far. Walking forwards, he looked to Toguro, and saw him as the lesser threat....before turning to five, and tilting his head. "You're a robotic creature with a soul...no, shards of souls...pity, you're so misguided..." Kilroy says, before dashing forwards, with a plan.

[supertinyking]

The sound of the raid was steady, drowning out the crackle of fire ahead of them. The human leaned heavily on the hilt of his weapon, breathing. Then, the strangest, most ironic and painful sound came from him... It was laughter. A roll of thunder echoed from far above. "Everything that has happened... A monster you say? ... Everything I know is wrong, friend. I am a Templar. By God above, I am already a monster." Clearly, his thoughts were a jumble and his emotions extreme. Mithias turned his head aside to meet Bug's gaze, surprising him with his beautiful dark brown eyes. "You, you are above this mortal mayhem. Whatever price you are asking, I agree. I rescind my claim to righteousness. I would give up my life, anything, to save them. I wish to be free from this... to learn truth." Mithias knew what 'terrible sin' his ally was offering, and he did not hesitate. His whole religious life seemed now nothing more than a farce. "If it is within your will, Bug, then I beg for it. Turn me."

@Wraithblade6

Seeing the doubt, the fear...the pain, in his eyes....Well, there wasn't much of a choice for Bug, as his hand began to glow, and he took Mithia's hand in his own, as if for a hand shake... Slowly, this power crept over him, and Mithias felt himself change. His body began to break apart, into something different...A bat? No, two...three.....soon, Mithias's body was just a swarm of bats, flying around a soul, before reforming into himself, abit with larger fangs, a long tongue, and a thirst....A thirst... A thirst for blood. Healed, and empowered, Mithias felt like he could level armies, and crush metal armor in his hands....a newly created nature spirit, the first one in centuries....now, ready, for war.

[Wraithblade6]

Seeing the doubt, the fear...the pain, in his eyes....Well, there wasn't much of a choice for Bug, as his hand began to glow, and he took Mithia's hand in his own, as if for a hand shake... Slowly, this power crept over him, and Mithias felt himself change. His body began to break apart, into something different...A bat? No, two...three.....soon, Mithias's body was just a swarm of bats, flying around a soul, before reforming into himself, abit with larger fangs, a long tongue, and a thirst....A thirst... A thirst for blood. Healed, and empowered, Mithias felt like he could level armies, and crush metal armor in his hands....a newly created nature spirit, the first one in centuries....now, ready, for war.

@supertinyking

Large, cute, black eyes, with a more bat-like face and long ears looked up at Bug in gratitude before bursting into a swarm of bats and spiraling up into the night air. The bloodthirsty cloud flew off with the wind, toward the cathedral, to Inquisitor Stein.

[Wraithblade6]

Well, it was, until an apparent blast of blue energy slammed into Leeroy, sending him flying backwards. Near by, stood Tsubaki, who seemed to have a rather...devious plan, as she drags Leeroy away. "Hey, Kilroy...mind taking out the trash?" She asks, as Kilroy, the android, steps out, and appears before the scene of death, and destruction. "I've heard about your goals of destruction. I'm afraid I can't let you do that...." He says, looking at the two juggernauts who had pretty much decimated the team as so far. Walking forwards, he looked to Toguro, and saw him as the lesser threat....before turning to five, and tilting his head. "You're a robotic creature with a soul...no, shards of souls...pity, you're so misguided..." Kilroy says, before dashing forwards, with a plan.

@supertinyking

All focus was on Number 5 and/or Tugoro, so it was the perfect opportunity. Undetected as was his trademark, a mist of black began silently coalescing directly behind Tsubake. "Redemption..." A very soft, deep, and dark, electrical voice sounded with him. The cyborg prophet of annihilation manifested in full lethal splendor, blades dawn, and with a satisfying flourish, drove both blades into either side of Tsubaki's ribs. "Is a LIE!" The red lights of the eyes of his skull shaped faceplate lit up with sadistic vigor as his victim fell before him.

[supertinyking]

Well, it was, until an apparent blast of blue energy slammed into Leeroy, sending him flying backwards. Near by, stood Tsubaki, who seemed to have a rather...devious plan, as she drags Leeroy away. "Hey, Kilroy...mind taking out the trash?" She asks, as Kilroy, the android, steps out, and appears before the scene of death, and destruction. "I've heard about your goals of destruction. I'm afraid I can't let you do that...." He says, looking at the two juggernauts who had pretty much decimated the team as so far. Walking forwards, he looked to Toguro, and saw him as the lesser threat....before turning to five, and tilting his head. "You're a robotic creature with a soul...no, shards of souls...pity, you're so misguided..." Kilroy says, before dashing forwards, with a plan.

@supertinyking

All focus was on Number 5 and/or Tugoro, so it was the perfect opportunity. Undetected as was his trademark, a mist of black began silently coalescing directly behind Tsubake. "Redemption..." A very soft, deep, and dark, electrical voice sounded with him. The cyborg prophet of annihilation manifested in full lethal splendor, blades dawn, and with a satisfying flourish, drove both blades into either side of Tsubaki's ribs. "Is a LIE!" The red lights of the eyes of his skull shaped faceplate lit up with sadistic vigor as his victim fell before him.

@Wraithblade6

Tsubaki lets out a gurgling groan, as she falls to her knees, black oil and red blood spewing from her sides....well, before she lets out a howling laugh. Springing to her feet, Tsubaki's robotic arm produced a blade, as she spins around, and tries to slash the man. "It'll take more than that, to stop my tech!" She says, as her wounds begin to seal, her body self repairing at a rapid rate..at least, for now. Kilroy noted this, but ignores it for now, as he still focuses on 5.

[kishin asura]

Asura blasts his way downward, as he finds himself moving through several layers of densely packed hallways, Laboratories and even living areas, all of them underground. It's significantly warmer here, and the steady hum of a heating system can be heard, although the electric lights affixed to the ceiling remain off. In these hallways, Asura sees series of bronze, humanoid statues, posing in positions of terror and flight, as if they had been turned to bronze mid-run. Expressions of fear still haunt their faces, perfectly preserved. The dark magic in this place leaves almost a palpable trail, as if Asura was moving through a thin soup of coagulated human fear. Below and to the right, the Failed God feels Genocide, although even with the repeated blasts from Vajira, both parties are moving down at an equal speed. Furthermore, blasting through layer after layer of metal was placing a strain on Asura's energy reserves, if he continued like this he would arrive exhausted. Already, he had dug down dozens of meters through the maze of winding corridors and bronze statues, the dim light of the outside world reduced to irrelevance by the sheer depth. Whatever Genocide was after, it would be near the core of the planet, where Asura could feel a definite wrongness, as if he were looking at an angled picture. Coupled with the powerful aura of dark magic in this place, it did not bode well for what lay in the centre. --------------------------------------------- The newly formed Kevin clone simply turned, mute and emotionless, cocking it's head as it observed Leeroy's change. Already, crackling lightning rippled over the creature's skin, gathering in his hands into large, glowing orbs. Wielding two orbs, each a different wavelength, humming with power. It seemed as if 5 hadn't spent any energy fighting Kevin - in fact, the homicidal nanobot swarm seemed to be stronger than ever, quite possible due to the new Soular Shard that now floated among it's metaphysical collection.

@thewizardguy

"I've got no time to lose." Asura thought as he turned in genocide's direction and sped up as much as he could. He was not gonna let genocide get away

[supertinyking]

((Story line necromancy in progress....)) As many lay dead, and many more dying, most likely, the Dark One scampers out from the tree it was hiding in, going over to the dead dragon-wizard...god..thing, Cosmos, and tries to begin to devour its corpse, hungry for flesh, and mystical power..... Hanna, the little girl who was watching over the Dark one is still in the tree, shivering, dirty, wet, and alone...a small girl, with a lot of blood in her....

[kishin asura]

((Story line necromancy in progress....)) As many lay dead, and many more dying, most likely, the Dark One scampers out from the tree it was hiding in, going over to the dead dragon-wizard...god..thing, Cosmos, and tries to begin to devour its corpse, hungry for flesh, and mystical power..... Hanna, the little girl who was watching over the Dark one is still in the tree, shivering, dirty, wet, and alone...a small girl, with a lot of blood in her....

@supertinyking

I portal in and see cosmos ".....I honestly don't want to know...." I say

[Wraithblade6]

((Story line necromancy in progress....)) As many lay dead, and many more dying, most likely, the Dark One scampers out from the tree it was hiding in, going over to the dead dragon-wizard...god..thing, Cosmos, and tries to begin to devour its corpse, hungry for flesh, and mystical power..... Hanna, the little girl who was watching over the Dark one is still in the tree, shivering, dirty, wet, and alone...a small girl, with a lot of blood in her....

@supertinyking

A familiar scent catching his attention, Strygwyr suddenly plods off in the direction of Hanna. A bloody, feathered, bladed monster, teeth bared, he runs up to her and despite her impending scream of terror, scoops her up and carries her over his shoulder. As they pass by the dark one, Strygwyr stops with sudden curiosoty. Was it... eating the remains of Cosmos??