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LOL so Crys will just pop up at random intervals and Rhys will be like, "Go away, dummy."
Aaand Beelzebub put Charon out of commission for no apparent reason. All hail king cray cray!
Yeah Anemoli would be freed, too, I think.
Alright, I shall start working on a POST ASAP.
The combined force of Edge's screams and the force of the Ygdrassil dropping was enough to break out everyone who was trapped in the tree. Now might be a good time to have Sila and Sanare pop out as well, maybe from the basement tunnels as well. :) AND NO ANGST FOR A WHILE! GAWD, I JUST KILLED EDGE! LET'S TAKE A BREAK, YEAH? T~T
It doesn't really feel like anything...
When Edge had died, the explosion was like a dying star. The force was enough to resound through the entire castle, and caused the Ygdrassil tree to shake out some of its leaves. And for everyone trapped in Elerium, they could feel their prisons crack. However, they were far from broken.
Down, where they kept the Ygdrassil, glowing dust began to settle in the roots of the great tree. Crystals within the tree began to glow. Black first, then violet. Something was happening. As small tremors began to fill the castle, the Ygdrassil itself grew upwards, aging rapidly. Eventually, the tree began to sink. It collapsed upon itself, rotten from old age. Something had aged it quickly. Eventually, it gave a few shakes and a deep rumble as it came crashing down on the dragon and hydra alike trapped in the crystals.
And that seemed to be enough to crack them deeply, enough for the powerful captives to break through. The hydra came popping out of the remains of the great tree as their prisons broke. One might compare the action to how a swimmer surfaces for water. December and Forte took deep breaths.
"Aw, man, I can't believe I was trapped. And we were in a group!" She pouted, running a hand through her silky white hair. "Well Edge freed us, obviously. I don't know, though... something might be wrong." She said, adjusting her cloak. December was the most petite of the hydra, and currently had two braid on either side of her head. "Getting another premonition?"
"No. That's why." The freckles on her face danced as she krinkled her nose. "Can't you feel it in the air? It's sad somehow." The armored male yawned. He scratched his spiked hair. "Maybe because the Ygdrassil just died," He suggested nonchalantly. December shrugged. She caught a glimpse of herself in a crystal and smiled. She appeared to be around fifteen, for she was a juvenile when turned into a hydra. Leo, Blizzard, Beelzebub, and Forte all looked like they were older teens or even twenty-year-olds, but the rest of them were around fourteen and fifteen.
"No, it didn't die, Forte. It just germinated. Don't you know anything about plants? Look, I'll show you the babies..." She murmured, digging around the sickly sweet rotting wood until she screamed in surprise. "Ouch!" Forte was quick to react. "December?! Are you alright!?" The girl nodded, but pointed to where she had been digging. Lips pursed, the hydra drew his sword. It grew in his palm and turned black as he pointed it toward the spot, leaning over slowly.
Then, there was a small voice, "Help! I'm trapped!" Relaxing his arm, the male's tail writhed a bit but he narrowed his eyes and stretched out a hand. There was a time for violence, but now was not the time to do so. He had to figure out what was going on. He saw a smaller, smooth hand grab onto his and he pulled the other up effortlessly. December was at his side at once, observing with curiosity the young boy before them who looked to be around fourteen or fifteen. His skin was the color of ivory, and his hair was a brilliant cyan color.
He had an athletic build, and cyan wings stretched out, wider than most but smaller. His eyes were closed, scrunching at the light, but the two could see gleaming white teeth. His hair was cut fairly short, and they noticed how it hung just above his eyes. It was only long in the front, and shorter on the rest of his head. His tail -or tails- attracted the most attention. There were two. Slender and bright cyan, they looked awfully soft. At the end, there was a spiked ball. Slowly, he opened his eyes. The left one was red, and the right one was blue. "H-Huh? Where... where am I?" He looked to be a dragon, but not a type that had been seen for millennia.
On the other side of the basement, where Blizzard and Regnum were, there was another cry. "H-H-Help!" Was the distressed cry. If either of them decided to investigate, they would find a boy who also looked to be around fourteen or fifteen, with spiked pink locks and ivory skin. His right eye was red, and the left one was blue. At the end of his pink tail, he had a crystal-like appendage. One could only guess what it was for. Like the other, he wore a sleeveless tank and loose shorts.
Terra nodded. "You're right, they still shouldn't be trusted. But what if they decide to heal the earth on their own, hm? If Relin is going to kill their, king, then-" She was interrupted by a ghastly screaming that seemed to cut into her soul. What was that? One of the hydra? She wasn't aware anyone could vocalize their pain as well as this boy. A deep frown crossed her face and she ran a hand through brown hair, "This feels wrong..." She murmured, then shouted in surprise as there we're sudden tremors.
She dug her claws into the wall for support as the castle seemed to rumble. "What... what was that?" She asked as soon as it was over. Instead of waiting for an answer, she ran to the staircases, spread her wings, and glided down to the basement floor where her face turned into a mask of horror. The Ygdrassil...!
Skylark sniffed, then nodded. "Alright.." And then a scream chorused in his ears, Edge's unholy shrieks of pain audible even from so far away. The boy perked up. "Leo, was that... Daddy?!? Leo, what's going on?" He gave a terrified look to Sleipnir , then swallowed thickly. "That scream!!!"
"Leo, can you take us there?" He hoped Leo was concerned about Edge at least a little bit.
When Edge had died, the explosion was like a dying star. The force was enough to resound through the entire castle, and caused the Ygdrassil tree to shake out some of its leaves. And for everyone trapped in Elerium, they could feel their prisons crack. However, they were far from broken.
Down, where they kept the Ygdrassil, glowing dust began to settle in the roots of the great tree. Crystals within the tree began to glow. Black first, then violet. Something was happening. As small tremors began to fill the castle, the Ygdrassil itself grew upwards, aging rapidly. Eventually, the tree began to sink. It collapsed upon itself, rotten from old age. Something had aged it quickly. Eventually, it gave a few shakes and a deep rumble as it came crashing down on the dragon and hydra alike trapped in the crystals.
And that seemed to be enough to crack them deeply, enough for the powerful captives to break through. The hydra came popping out of the remains of the great tree as their prisons broke. One might compare the action to how a swimmer surfaces for water. December and Forte took deep breaths.
"Aw, man, I can't believe I was trapped. And we were in a group!" She pouted, running a hand through her silky white hair. "Well Edge freed us, obviously. I don't know, though... something might be wrong." She said, adjusting her cloak. December was the most petite of the hydra, and currently had two braid on either side of her head. "Getting another premonition?"
"No. That's why." The freckles on her face danced as she krinkled her nose. "Can't you feel it in the air? It's sad somehow." The armored male yawned. He scratched his spiked hair. "Maybe because the Ygdrassil just died," He suggested nonchalantly. December shrugged. She caught a glimpse of herself in a crystal and smiled. She appeared to be around fifteen, for she was a juvenile when turned into a hydra. Leo, Blizzard, Beelzebub, and Forte all looked like they were older teens or even twenty-year-olds, but the rest of them were around fourteen and fifteen.
"No, it didn't die, Forte. It just germinated. Don't you know anything about plants? Look, I'll show you the babies..." She murmured, digging around the sickly sweet rotting wood until she screamed in surprise. "Ouch!" Forte was quick to react. "December?! Are you alright!?" The girl nodded, but pointed to where she had been digging. Lips pursed, the hydra drew his sword. It grew in his palm and turned black as he pointed it toward the spot, leaning over slowly.
Then, there was a small voice, "Help! I'm trapped!" Relaxing his arm, the male's tail writhed a bit but he narrowed his eyes and stretched out a hand. There was a time for violence, but now was not the time to do so. He had to figure out what was going on. He saw a smaller, smooth hand grab onto his and he pulled the other up effortlessly. December was at his side at once, observing with curiosity the young boy before them who looked to be around fourteen or fifteen. His skin was the color of ivory, and his hair was a brilliant cyan color.
He had an athletic build, and cyan wings stretched out, wider than most but smaller. His eyes were closed, scrunching at the light, but the two could see gleaming white teeth. His hair was cut fairly short, and they noticed how it hung just above his eyes. It was only long in the front, and shorter on the rest of his head. His tail -or tails- attracted the most attention. There were two. Slender and bright cyan, they looked awfully soft. At the end, there was a spiked ball. Slowly, he opened his eyes. The left one was red, and the right one was blue. "H-Huh? Where... where am I?" He looked to be a dragon, but not a type that had been seen for millennia.
On the other side of the basement, where Blizzard and Regnum were, there was another cry. "H-H-Help!" Was the distressed cry. If either of them decided to investigate, they would find a boy who also looked to be around fourteen or fifteen, with spiked pink locks and ivory skin. His right eye was red, and the left one was blue. At the end of his pink tail, he had a crystal-like appendage. One could only guess what it was for. Like the other, he wore a sleeveless tank and loose shorts.
Terra nodded. "You're right, they still shouldn't be trusted. But what if they decide to heal the earth on their own, hm? If Relin is going to kill their, king, then-" She was interrupted by a ghastly screaming that seemed to cut into her soul. What was that? One of the hydra? She wasn't aware anyone could vocalize their pain as well as this boy. A deep frown crossed her face and she ran a hand through brown hair, "This feels wrong..." She murmured, then shouted in surprise as there we're sudden tremors.
She dug her claws into the wall for support as the castle seemed to rumble. "What... what was that?" She asked as soon as it was over. Instead of waiting for an answer, she ran to the staircases, spread her wings, and glided down to the basement floor where her face turned into a mask of horror. The Ygdrassil...!
Skylark sniffed, then nodded. "Alright.." And then a scream chorused in his ears, Edge's unholy shrieks of pain audible even from so far away. The boy perked up. "Leo, was that... Daddy?!? Leo, what's going on?" He gave a terrified look to Sleipnir , then swallowed thickly. "That scream!!!"
"Leo, can you take us there?" He hoped Leo was concerned about Edge at least a little bit.
As a reference to the monsters they'll kill! :D Mind being first IC? I'll follow your lead, unless you really want me to do it. I could take a me a few hours though b/c I am a bit busy atm.
Alright, new story arc coming right up.
His laboratory was an old wine cellar, but it worked better than anywhere else he could have used. Even as an inventor, his skills were a bit useless with humanity's current issues. The android trade was a luxurious one, and was more of a lost art than anything. It took months, or years at a time. Real inventors called their workspaces workshops. At least, that's what he had always thought.
Blake's father had taught him the trade himself. It was a dying art, and the young man knew that. That was before Blake had to live by himself, because the riots in the cities were that bad. Some of the more densely populated cities had the military there to control activists. It was, they said, the government's fault for everything. It was their fault humans were going to all die.
He had just finished. In the past, Blake had only ever constructed small doll-like robots, or ones that acted like animals. He had never tried to make a humanoid android before. But recently, it had been too much. He didn't want to be alone. The sepia world around him kept moving, but he felt dead. Every day was the same. Get water from the well when he was thirsty, lounge in bed or listen to the radio.
Until he arrived in the county, he had never even known what a well was. Luckily, the seventeen-year-old was a fast learner. The wine cellar wasn't completely underground. The part that was his workshop was on ground level, though there were stairs that descended down that lead to the electric circuit. The teen had to turn the circuit on in order to trigger the energy source he had implanted in his creation. The electric current would go from the table into the robot, turning him on.
After what seemed like a few minutes, the boy turned the power back off, knowing the android would have more than enough with his active battery. As he finally made his way to the top of the stairs, he got a good look at his creation, and even though he had looked human before, seeing him move around was phenomenal. He thanked his good fortune that he had kept all the books of the trade his Father had given to him.
Now, what should he do now? Blake had hair in several shades of chocolatey brown, and his dark brown eyes glittered with excitement as a wide smile spread across his face. He felt so much pride that he had made this robot. Fair skin, a boyish smile, and near trimmed mocha hair led to the inventor being quite the looker. If the works he had read were any proof, interaction with a K21 memory chip was vital. Treat him as normally as possible, otherwise he'll inherit bad behaviors.
The robot was looking out the window when he first came along. "Like what you see? The stone architecture is nice, isn't it?" Then, kicking himself for being so dull added, "I'm Blake! I'm going to teach you everything you need to know... okay?"
Blake's father had taught him the trade himself. It was a dying art, and the young man knew that. That was before Blake had to live by himself, because the riots in the cities were that bad. Some of the more densely populated cities had the military there to control activists. It was, they said, the government's fault for everything. It was their fault humans were going to all die.
He had just finished. In the past, Blake had only ever constructed small doll-like robots, or ones that acted like animals. He had never tried to make a humanoid android before. But recently, it had been too much. He didn't want to be alone. The sepia world around him kept moving, but he felt dead. Every day was the same. Get water from the well when he was thirsty, lounge in bed or listen to the radio.
Until he arrived in the county, he had never even known what a well was. Luckily, the seventeen-year-old was a fast learner. The wine cellar wasn't completely underground. The part that was his workshop was on ground level, though there were stairs that descended down that lead to the electric circuit. The teen had to turn the circuit on in order to trigger the energy source he had implanted in his creation. The electric current would go from the table into the robot, turning him on.
After what seemed like a few minutes, the boy turned the power back off, knowing the android would have more than enough with his active battery. As he finally made his way to the top of the stairs, he got a good look at his creation, and even though he had looked human before, seeing him move around was phenomenal. He thanked his good fortune that he had kept all the books of the trade his Father had given to him.
Now, what should he do now? Blake had hair in several shades of chocolatey brown, and his dark brown eyes glittered with excitement as a wide smile spread across his face. He felt so much pride that he had made this robot. Fair skin, a boyish smile, and near trimmed mocha hair led to the inventor being quite the looker. If the works he had read were any proof, interaction with a K21 memory chip was vital. Treat him as normally as possible, otherwise he'll inherit bad behaviors.
The robot was looking out the window when he first came along. "Like what you see? The stone architecture is nice, isn't it?" Then, kicking himself for being so dull added, "I'm Blake! I'm going to teach you everything you need to know... okay?"
No, we are not ending the RP here!
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