Akihisa Yoshii

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Clarent began slowly vibrating, a soular pulse of energy being felt for a small distance around, before the two pieces flew together and in a flash of light they became one, an orange, faintly glowing line where the break had been slowly disappearing. The sword slowly repaired what nicks and scratches were on it, now laying there and no longer a threat to anyone, until made active. Before that time came, it was just a sword, a regenerating hunk of metal, without anything special. The soul became hidden, unable to be sensed.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Oh, hi Gummi... Welcome back to the madness.

The Experiment Subjects

Sorry... *I go to the corner and sit there, dejected*

The Experiment Subjects

*I walk over and sweatdrop* It wasn't supposed to be that bad... *I pat you on the back* Come on man, get up.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Even as Teo ordered the butler bots, Creed was no more. What was left of him slowly but surely dissolved into dust. Without the stone to maintain his presence, those thousands of years struck the pile of flesh in mere seconds, reducing it to nothing. There was no soul to wither away, there was only a beautiful red stone laying on the ground where the man had been. Slowly, the stone cracked, but stayed intact momentarily. From the ground up, projected from the stone, an image was created, of Creed. One might say an astral projection, since the stone was the only thing close to a soul he had. A red and white Creed stood there, the stone still slowly cracking. The projection flickered before Creed began snickering. The gem cracked, more and in faster increments as the snickering transformed into manic, side splitting laughter. He flickered more, the image of him fading fast. He looked to the sky. "WHAT A FINE WAY TO GO! WASN'T THAT JUST EPIC?!" He looked forward, smiling ear to ear, the image flickering more and more. "AND NOBODY'S GONNA CRY, IT WAS JUST THAT AWESOME! I MAY BE DYING, BUT I DON'T WANT TO MAKE ANYBODY SAD! SO... DON'T LET ME CATCH ANY OF YOU BABIES MISSING ME, GOT IT?!" And then he really was gone, the stone bursting into pieces. The image disappeared, leaving nothing, as the stone itself dissolved as well. "AND I BETTER NOT SEE ANY OF YOU IN HELL, OR I'LL KICK your asses myself..." His voice faded and then vanished, Creed, erased... there was no afterlife for him, not really, even if it did exist... Clarent simply laid there, the metal slowly cooling. Clarent was not dead, the sword took a beating but his soul was intact... he merely slept. He became dormant, resting. He awaited a master, Creed, or someone as strong as he.

The Experiment Subjects

Desmond sighed and moved away, going back into his room and falling into his bed. After a moment of having his face in the matress he lifted his head and glared at the wall. "...I should just kill them all... but I'm curious as to what they are doing with us, exactly... I don't want anyone else getting hurt..." Desmond mutters.

The Experiment Subjects

Desmond gulped, not liking what he was hearing. He crept closer, not enough to be seen but he needed to hear more. "Interesting..." He mouthed to himself. His heart began pounding out of his chest when he deciphered this in his brain, that they were all—"Just an experiment..." He said aloud softly, hopefully softly enough that he wouldn't be heard. He listened closer, wanting to hear more.

HCL 2: Twisted tinkers' triumph

Creed growls angrily, face contorting in rage to something inhuman, as he spins Clarent around once and points him at Toguro. Both hands were clasped to the hilt, gathering all of his energy. The flames around him seem to die out, but Clarent only grows brighter before the light pouring from the now white blade becomes nearly blinding. He raises the blade above his head and with a mighty roar he throws the sword forward as hard as he can, the blade's light disappearing in seconds as it buries itself into the ice, a giant glowing arc of fire aiming to cleave Toguro in two, combining the immense heat with all of Creed's physical strength. Every ounce of his energy went into this, a fire fueled by anger, hatred, malice gripping Creed's soul. The wrath of the dragon slayer was something to at least be noticed, if not feared. "DIE!"

An Innocent Game

We're still waiting on God. Though he's having problems in real life so I'm not sure when he'll be on.

@XxLyraxX

Hope it's soon... I wanna get into this :3 And yeah, sometimes life sucks... Hopefully nothing really bad happens 3:

The Experiment Subjects

Yet even as he fell asleep he sat up. He sighed, the darkness reforming back into humanoids. Aren't you tired? Get some rest. He shook his head. "I can't... I don't feel like resting... despite the fact I'm tired." He got up and stretched, the dark ones going back inside his body, walking out into the hall and down the stairs. Upon noticing the nurses talking he pressed himself against the wall and silently crept forward to where he could hear. "What are they up to..."