Akihisa Yoshii Member

Desmond watched this in absolute... well horror. His hands started shaking halfway through, dark, wispy trails of smoke-like darkness flowing from them yet again. She was in utter agony in front of him and he could do nothing. The smoke wrapped around him, like a blanket, and it flowed slowly over to Luna. **Useless. He can't help her? So much showing off and he can't even help with a little pain.** The darkness flowed and covered Luna as well, except instead of a blanket it was like an extremely heavy pressure on her chest. Small tendrils poked at her soul, spirit, whatever it was humans had that made us... function. **But we can. We can get rid of the pain. We can take away the canine.** Each poke of a tendril sent a shock of pain through her. **Just give us the word and we'll fix her right up!**

Desmond got the idea and moved away, waiting for her to settle down. His face had true concern on it now, and he couldn't take his eyes off her... He took to checking the dark energy in the room, making sure that there was no way for anyone to see her like this... except for him.

Seeing the transformation settle down, Desmond felt it was safe to approach. He walked over and crouched beside her, wrapping an arm around her. "Are you OK... Can you still speak?"

Dimitri looked over at the nest. "Interesting to see that here. Are they Rocs? Or maybe thunderbirds, in which case I advise you steer clear. Unless you want to be a pile of dust for some ogre to trod through."

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Before any sound could get out Desmond quickly launched a volley of shadows, coating the walls in dark energy. It makes an excellent sound-proof room. Desmond stared as Luna transformed. It seemed painful, which didn't fit. As he had heard, shifters could change in an instant and it never gave the impression that it would be so painful. So much for knowing his stuff... that's what he gets for trusting a book older than dinosaurs...

> > > > ((Thread Necromancy in progress. Establishing places, characters and events)) > > > > > > > > The faint green light played over the huddled forms of creatures both human and inhuman huddled in the corners, the scent of their own feces making a brave attempt to drown out the smell of blood and fear. This toxic mixture assaulted Leeroy, who was at this point regretting being the only plant capable of smell. The prisoners hadn't reacted to his entrance, either because they were incapable of moving, or simply been beaten into a permanent state of shock. > > > > > > > > There were bigger problems, however.... > > > > > > > > The already dim lighting flickered repeatedly, a cold draft of air rushing into the room, chilling Leeroy's back. Had he possessed skin, it would be crawling right now. The wind possessed a primordial sense of fear, as if it had soaked in the agony emanated by the spirit of the little girl, chasing Leeroy even now. In mere moments, she would enter the room, and while he had yet to see her inflict harm, he had no doubt whatever ensued would be painful. > > > > > > > > ------------------------------------------------------------ > > > > > > > > Mia simply chuckled. "I'll need all of you to be warded. That robotic creature is capable of powerful soular attacks on level with even my father, and you people are practically naked to them. It would do me no good to send you all to your deaths, so I've developed something that might be able to help you." Mia walks across the room, to where a large metallic tube is visible. A door opens, revealing a single chair within, as well as a series of robotic arms equipped with mysterious devices. "This will attune your soul wavelength to that of the vampire Mithias, which is the soul the robot copied. This means that the soular energy will not damage your soul, but rather resonate with it harmlessly. Of course, if it pumps enough energy into you you might still explode, but what is science without risks, right?" > > > > > > > > -------------------------------------------------------------------- > > > > > > > > Cosmos would have raised an eyebrow, had his anatomy allowed for such an expression. Unfortunately, he lacked the musculature systems to manipulate his brows in such a manner, and resorted to making a mental note. He would need to enhance this body with the capability to raise eyebrows at situations. While far from a necessary function, it was nonetheless an important one, and it would be the next thing he did after retreiving the Dark One. > > > > > > > > As he had suspected when he had first observed the unique creature, it learned rapidly, and it's body evolved to match it's mind. As a being formed from concepts, it's physical form was little more than a manifestation of it's more primordial existence, a host for the magic that formed the Dark One. As such, it changed according to the creature's evolution and thoughts, every new thing learned adding to it's physical prowess, as well as to it's mental capabilities. With the right training and education, especially from a master of the arcane arts of Cosmos' level, this tiny creature could grow into an intergalactic force of destruction, worthy of the blessings of Omega. > > > > > > > > The only obstacle obstructing this future, as well as the praise Cosmos would receive for enabling it, was the fanatic Bloodseeker. > > > > > > > > From his current position, floating high above the village, cloaked in a plethora of spells to ward off both vision and scent, it was easy to surmise the situation. While the elimination of the angel was certainly good for his odds in this situation, the bloodseeker had not been harmed to any significant extent, and would be at full power. A full-force battle at this point would be far less than ideal. Luckily, however, it was similarly easy to see the method by which the Bloodseeker would fall, strategically and elegantly. One might even say it had a bit of poetic justice attached to it, and it was those little things that made Cosmos love his job. > > > > > > > > Taking on the guise of a great tree, Cosmos spoke to those who had been slain mere moments before, frog people who, in their ignorance, worshipped the static Gods of this marsh. He offered them a second chance, a chance to fight for their families and quell the monster that had arisen in their midst. He would forge an enchantment within them, burning their souls to keep the body moving, a temporary undead animated by the power of the warrior's spirit. With the acquisition of consent, it was easy to forge the spells necessary, and with hardly any effort performed, the method of the Seeker's fall had been completed. > > > > > > > > Their eyes glowing white with the furious flames of righteous rage, those that had moments before been struck down stood, their bodies burning as their blood boiled. Wreathed in white fire, their tribal spears flew to their hands from where they had hit the ground. With a furious hissing, the blood of those still standing boiled, breaking into it's base components and disappearing. Only their own force of will, and the spells worked by Cosmos, kept these noble warriors standing, and it would not be long before they joined their slaughtered brethren in their eternal rest. But not before they had seen justice meted out, and the Bloodseeker annihilated. > > > > > > > > Right and wrong, justice and revenge, order and chaos. And through it all, Cosmos smiled, for in the end he would be holding the spoils of war, without having ever lifted a finger. > > > > > > > > > > > > "Can't you just build a machine that overloads 5 with soular energy from a remote distance?" Asura asked > > > > > > The exact moment cosmos believed he was close to victory, he felt countless limiters activate. Suppressing almost all of his magical power. Rendering him unable to hide himself. From several portals, several soldiers, taking on the appearance of ghostly knights, marched in alongside various demons, golems, and a pretty large dragon. From a closer portal, a girl in a elegant Victorian era dress, looking to be about fourteen, walked out. Her appearance seemed almost colorless. "Cosmos." The girl spoke "I am eve hekate. Strongest of the hekate sisters." > > > > > > ((I kinda need a little help with the line things...)) > > > > Teo holds up his right gauntlet pointing it at the girl while creating a bluish-white plasma ball at the same time > > "hey hekate,I dont fgive a flying fridgerated shit who you are,so get ya hands off Cosmos,because an ally of mine,and when someone attempts to aprehend an ally'' > > he says while the gem on his coller turns crimson > > "ya get the point,so from 14 year old to 14 year old,go back to where ya came? > > > > > > ((Eve and Asura are in two separate places. I just haven't figured out the line things yet)) (( ------- You mean this line thing? Just three or more hyphens))

Desmond heard shifting and instantly he realized what was happening. 'Of course, she's a shifter, on top of being able to see the dead. Lucky her.' He thought as he went around the room, making sure nobody could see in. He reinforced the door, so it would take nothing short of a ballistic round from a tank to get through it, and blocked off the window with dark matter, making it seem as if the room was empty and dark.

Desmond walked over and attempted to help her, hugging her, trying to do something. He didn't know exactly what was happening, but she was in pain. _Kill the girl._ The thought was not his own and he pushed it aside, not willing to deal with... whatever was trying to get in his skull. "Luna?! What's wrong, Luna, what's going on?!" He swore if those nurses did something to her again...

Dimitri's smirk widened. "You're lacking in experience. Even with your advanced speed and reflexes, it'd only be a matter of time for me to kill you. But I won't." The vampire pulled a canteen from the depths of his clothing, and opened it up. The smell of blood wafted up into the air, and the stench of death, as the vampire took a few drinks from the canteen, a bit of blood running down his neck. After he finished he recapped it and put it up.