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Creative Arts and Media => Roleplay => Serious RP => Topic started by: Cyril on June 06, 2014, 06:40:57 AM
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"Upon their sins; we more banished! Let them stand as an example upon the rest of you, do not repeat their actions.... And for these sinners, the wasteland awaits."
The guards pushed the prisoners through a booing crowd; the banishment was almost an event. Although this didn't occur on a regular basis, the government attempted to group the banishments for paperwork and for entertainment purposes. In the bubble of Elysium, entertainment wasn't given too much for commoners. Due to such, scandal and legality solutions often rose to the attention(with the help of underground cartoon drawings and gossip); especially with the range of classes involved in the recent batch of sins.
The Spiritius family looked away in dismay at their child; the lynxes quickly hiding from view through their trademark facial veils and hoods, going back into their large home from its balcony. Nicholas met eyes with his family for what he thought would be the last time, and looked away stubbornly. He was roughly pushed by a guard for his lag. He hurried with the others, having taken his last look before the gates. His part as a marquis was over; and when he was stripped of his veil, his future became in the wasteland.
His face was in dismay as the patterned gates shut; guards aimed at the sinners.
Nicholas sighed heavily, wincing at the close of the gates and the silencing of the crowd's roar. His golden eyes fell upon the ground for a second, before he stretched and stood up straight. He rubbed the bracelets that he was allowed to keep, his eyes meeting his plum gemstones before he waved a hand; habitually conjuring a white hood and cloak over his head to cover him from the hot sun, with the wave of his hand.
He knew that Elysium could strip him of his status and home, but they'd never strip him of his ability and name.
Regardless of Elysium; he would remain Nicholas Spiritius, the Seer of Miracles.
With his eyes a bit blank from his hood, he looked at the others with his family's trademark blank expression.
"So, what now?" The seer spoke, his eyes in the general direction but not making contact with another's gaze.
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The warm wasteland winds continued blasting the group as they fell silent. Mixed feelings were coursing through the group like a violent storm of rotten chi. Mumbling was coming from beyond the gates - about the one whose long charcoal pants slipped out from under the white sack of a cloak being used to hide the rest of him. One of the great highborn Shosius clan was a sinner. It was unprecedented, but rumour had it that sin had taken Enigir right after he abandoned his clan in a rage. All but the display of wrath had been true. No, sloth had been the now banished Shosius' sin. And that suited him fine - folks might underestimate him if ever he was attacked. The genuinely slothful were always the first to go it so the stories said.
Enigir drew looks from the other sinners - some dead, others mildly sympathetic - as his shoulders shook and his head bowed. Quiet little sounds came from his nose. But then in a swift motion the man whirled in a circle, kicking up sand, and cast off his cloak. A crackling ray of energy flew from the fingers that cast away the cloak and a moment later with the click of a finger the air and cloak ignited. Enigir's face was mad with joy.
"What now?" He asked calmly. He repeated the question more incredulously as he hopped lightly a few feet away from the group. He turned to face them. "Now we are free to do as we like! So we have to do a little surviving first, boo hoo. I say we've all been gifted with the chance to discover ourselves! Anyone who disagrees with me..."
From the recesses of his long pants Enigir produced his katana. He pointed it loosely at the general direction if the group. "...is an idiot."
He paused and scented the air. The still booing crowds and tense gunmen at the gate were really getting in his nerves. He dropped his regal posture but even so remained a sight to behold, his blade shining in the sun, his clothes and signature scarf flapping loosely in the wind.
"Say...why let us keep our stuff? If hey gave us a briefing well, ha, you can guarantee I slept through it. But why let us keep our arms? To kill each other? Or to kill other things? And if so with the other things category then are they edible? Oh dear..." Enigir mused as he sheathed his blade, turned his back from the group and smiling, shrugged. "Didn't think my whole freedom speech through did I? Oh well so long as we have no traitorous psychopaths in our midst I'm sure we'll do just fine!"
Enigir put his hands on his hips and laughed out towards the emptiness. He was positive he'd like these folks a lot more than he liked the stuffy populace of Elysium. Oh yes...a LOT more!
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Jogete waved back at the crowd, not caring if he won't be seeing this city again. "Thank you, thank you, I know you're gonna miss us but we'll be back soon!" lies, all of them, he got bored of this place, nothing changed at all, even if he could come back, he doubt he would. "Keep your mouth shut sinner, or I'll have you tongue cut off where you stand" the guard shoved him forward, out of the city gates along with his... Inmates? Banishmates? He couldn't find the right words for them
"What now?" Jogete heard his partner say in dismay. "Now, we do whatever we want, wherever we want, whenever we want! We're basically free right now if you ask me" he yawned while adjusting his backpack that seemed to be sliding off seconds ago, then it dawned on him that they didn't call this a wasteland for nothing. Just as he was about to come up with something, a partner of his broke out with a speech, interrupting his thoughts. "Right, survival, you guys reckon the others that were banished before us made establishments? Because if not, I've got literally no idea what to do" he laid down on the ground while taking out his clockwork rifle and looked at the cloudless sky. Well this will be boring, he thought as a bird fell out of the air.
"So what did you guys do to be banished?" Jogete asked out of boredom. "I was caught for well, stealing and a lot of other things. Greed's my sin, what about you guys?" he asked and toyed with a clockwork construct that fell out of his backpack. This'll be something new. Maybe. Hopefully.
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"So this is it, then? A release, if it can be called that, into a gigantic wasteland. Feels like another prison." One of the guards violently shoved Xerxes, having known he can't hear him. Xerxes landed on the ground, chest first, followed by howls of laughter from the crowd. He didn't care. The world was a silent, dusty plain. He could feel the heat from the ground rise through his feet. Xerxes quickly tied his heavy coat around his waist. "And so it begins."
Xerxes peeled the headphones off. He looked about, and sighed. "Another boring chapter in the tome of my life." Then picked up a rock, and threw it as far as he could, and watch the dust rise from the impact. "Boring, boring boring, boring! Well....who's gonna take the reins, huh? Obviously we were released together for a reason. Maybe we're supposed to kill eachother, for a sick, twisted sport."
Having heard the question of sins, Xerxes shrugged. "Wrath. I...uh...deafened a guy. He made me upset, and I let him know. If you don't want me to follow you, I understand." Xerxes moved, and sat on a nearby rock. He sighed "This is gonna be rough."
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The huge snake had been restrained heavily, a sturdy pair of incredibly large cuffs for his hands behind his back, with a huge weight attached. Similarly thick cuffs were put around his legs, and a muzzle made of steel wrapped around his mouth. As soon as the gates had closed, the cuffs made a buzzing sound and fell away. He did not respond to the chattering of the others, merely eye all of them, and then turn away towards the desolate vastness outside of the city. He was still allowed the clothes he had, all being old, dark colored military uniforms. Currently, he wore a dark grey jumpsuit with his gigantic old military boots. He slung a large dark-green duffel bag that had been thrown out with him, filled with mostly his clothes, but also with an assortment of items, mostly poisons and blades of all sorts, as well as some equipment to help create traps, and camp. He walked out towards the west, saying nothing.
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Nicholas found himself staring into the sun for a second, while the crowd bustled. Some leaving, others just talking into the sky and waiting for a response. Having to response to his statement, he just listened as he heard many broadcast their sins. With this came a bit of attention toward him from an aggressor.
"So, a mysterious Spiritius has found his pampered ass with the rest of us...." A female white wolf laughed loudly, elbowing him and staring at him viciously. With a slight hum, Nicholas turned his golden gaze upon the woman, listening to her ramble. "And still wearing those stupid gems, I see. Perhaps it's not too early to make some dough, even if there ain't anybody to sell it to. Perhaps I'll just have to use your skin for a new coat." Her malevolent grin stuck to Nicholas, who just stared back blankly before jumping backward at her dagger's first slash.
"I will teach you how foolish it is to talk before you swing." He responded, a flash of golden light summoning his trademark orb. With his eyes fixated on the wolf, he swung and telekinetically slammed it toward her chest with another flash of gold. A second too late, however as she vanished; reappearing to his side. Barely moving in time to get the hilt rather than the blade, Nicholas sighed quietly in a bit of pain, but swung his orb upward; catching her by her stomach.
"Rise, now." He swung her up, lashing a hand in her direction. His cloak vanished to be a series of hummingbirds in his colors, while the orb rose her only higher. The hummingbirds swarmed over her, and quickly her blood was seen dripping below her while the birds did the work. The orb appeared on her top, and Nicholas spoke softly; "Fall." With a slamming motion, the orb almost crushed her. However, a swift vanishing left her on the ground some distance away, while Nicholas looked onward.
The flashy display got him quite the attention, while his orb vanished and the birds regrouped to his cloak. Enjoying the attention, he spoke out in his typical tone.
"Perhaps it would be better if we didn't lash into chaos, unless you'd like the fate she almost experienced." His eyes fell upon the closest people; a fox of bright colors, and a darkly colored raccoon who'd just been complaining of boredom.
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"Those who resort to violence should not be afraid to be struck themselves by violence. You brought violence to the group on day one - well done by the way." Enigir sighed as he gazed at the hopeless lump wheezing in the dust. He wondered...
"I'm getting the hell away from the lands which house the Shosius clan. I'm likely to be pursued..." Enigir trailed off. He snapped back to himself quickly though. He continued: "Well I'm hereby officially founding Group Alpha. 'Cause it's the first splinter group that this batch of so called 'sinners' knows of. My little illegalities led me to hearing good things about the western lands - nothing 'bout the wastelands but. And only brief, fragmented rumours at that. I know I'd rather search for a future away from here than sit here and wait for the violence to escalate!"
Enigir turned and strode boldly off, his paws barely leaving a mark on the sand. He created the first dune and gazed at the open expanse before him. He smiled. It was orange, it was hot, but it was just like the snow. Enigir smiled. He threw his head back and closed his eyes. A gust of hot wind came from behind him. He wreathed himself in the sand and strode forwards.
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Jogete whistled, this wasn't what he expected from the Spritus clan. "That was incredible... But like what the katana guy said, you shouldn't have displayed violence if it's what you wanted to avoid." he pulled up his sleeve a little, revealing a laser which he shone onto his hand, stirring his backpack. "Toys, check."he covered it and the backpack calmed. "Construct reanimation" his backpack shifted and metallic rods and gears attached themselves to his hands. "Gear, check".he tapped a button and everything retracted. Noticing that it gained him some attention he looked at the others and said "What? I just need to make sure I can go against you guys."
Jogete looked at the unconscious she-wolf, wondering when she was banished and took out away her daggers. "Good night, sleep tight" "best not let her stab us in the back" he thought then made his way towards the raccoon "You know, for a guy with your personality, wrath is the last sin I would expect from you" he shrugged and walked away. "Your sin could be lying, I mean, what you told me could've been a lie, I wouldn't even be surprised if it was, you being a raccoon and all"
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Xerxes watch the groups of prisoners move and bustle, and grinned. "Not one of these lives will work hand in hand. Alas, we cannot cultivate the garden without first digging in the dirt." Xerxes turned to the fox. "My early years were rough, mechanical one. Having been assigned audio research, I had to experiment. Days upon weeks of being alone left my mind broken, and scared. As for falsifying information, I will never lie. Not when I can help it." He then sighed as the fox walked away, and turn to the crowds.
A large male wolf was accosting a younger female fox, and that was enough. Xerxes sprang towards the wolf, fingering the activators on the M.A.D. "Sir, this is a dishonorable act. For this, you shall pay." Without warning, the wolf delivered a right cross to Xerxes mouth, causing small amounts of blood to fly. Xerxes reeled back, and activated the M.A.D. The wolf clasped both sides of his head, collapsing on both knees, as Xerxes strode towards him. Upon reaching him, Xerxes removed the large wrench from his pack, and lined up a swing directly to the wolf's temple. Xerxes leaned in close to the wolf. "Learn you this. To strike a woman is a sign of weakness. If we are to survive, the weak must become strong." Xerxes stepped back, and delivered a mighty blow to the wolf, causing blood to fall from his mouth, and run from his ears. After deactivating the M.A.D., Xerxes drove his shin into the chest of the downed wolf, and walked away.
He walked back to his original group, paws held apologetically. "Brothers and sisters, we must work together to survive. We must not work as groups, but as one great civilization." Xerxes then sat on a nearby rock, and looked to the horizon. He looked to the future.
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Adrian was not too far out, his sensitive ears listening in to the petty words of the others. Civilization was broken. He knew that all empires fell, and any man who knew his history knew the same. His tail slithered in the air, as Adrian did not wish to leave a trail to be followed by. His keen eyes looked out hoping to find any sign of trees. Any forest he could find he would call home. There was nothing more comforting him than the woods, and since he was banished, he might as well find a new home.
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Chrono had stayed silent during the procession of their banishment. Out of all the attendees he could make out at the sentencing, the only Terra'nus there were his siblings. Of course they would appear, showing concern where none was warranted or deserved. But, he would not let his outrage rule his actions for the wasteland outside was no less dangerous than living inside Elysium. After all, his clan was the only reason this "civilization" hadn't fallen after it was abandoned by the fortunes of Mother Nature herself.
He continued to remain silent during the confrontation between the Spiritus and some low-born exile. He saw no need to expend his power in acting against either since it was obvious that his connection to the earth gave him an unprecedented advantage in this wasteland. In fact, odds were that he was going to outlast every single of these idiots since most of them lacked the mental capacity to bring rations of sustenance. Granted, some could say the same about his own lack of supplies, but as one chosen by Nature he had the ability to revitalize himself regardless of how little water was available.
He eventually broke away from the group and followed after the monolith of scales known to him as Adrian, though he gave him a respectable distance as he wanted ample warning time if Adrian's infamous capacity for murder was not an exaggeration.
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Nicholas approached Xerxes after his speech and looked towards the back of his head, approaching him rather whimsically.
"Old chivalry is useless. Everyone here can defend themselves," he spoke towards him, tone still average while he recalled his orb into existence, gazing into it while still speaking. "If I had the talent of my family, I could show you how futile your words are.... But instead I'll just keep an eye for you, and perhaps I'll be able to show you in the future."
Nicholas then took his leave towards the South, a golden hummingbird or two materializing from his cloak and placing itself upon Xerxes shoulder before crumbling into what appeared to be nonexistence. While he walked, he continued to gaze and at times scry; seeing events that just occurred and more in confusing glimpses.
Most of his glimpses between a reptile and Terra'nus, though a few were of vague landscapes.
After sighing and giving up, he allowed his orb to keep to his left; having made some distance from the crowd, he finally looked up to see a large, dry cliffside. He sat in its shade, aimlessly looking into his orb and then around him.
He began to feel parched, but his blank eyes couldn't find water too close; underneath the cliff, anyway.
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A dot stood at the very base of the cliff, which upon approach would turn out to be a very nonplussed Ex-Shosius clansman. He was touching the rock and frowning deeply, truly not expecting to have reached such a path-impending setback so early in the game. The rock was solid, too. Nothing he could just blow up with either variants of his flame Shock Wire magics. He turned, hands on the back of his head and mumbled:
"Well balls. Now what?" he sighed deeply and felt suddenly parched. He lazily tossed an arc of magical energy into the air and turned it blue. He detonated the spell and looked skywards with his mouth open as a small explosion of water fell around him. What didn't wet his throat cooled his body down. He sighed happily and returned to the problem at hand.
Then a double-take. An exiled was standing on the dune that Enigir had previously crested. Who? Was it that Kruezotter? No...different silhouette. Aside from the odd little circle floating by one if the shapes ears it seemed for the most part to be Spiritus. Enigir wondered...wave or hide? From what he knew about the Seer Clansmen he might just be hunted down anyway if he hid. In fact, the Seer family had often aided the Shosius clan for various reasons through history, regardless of the coin exchanged.
Momentarily disgusted, Enigir considered hurling a bolt of destructive wind magic at the one who aided the Shosius'. But Enigir paused. Then he grinned almost manically. That didn't MATTER any more! Not out here!
Enigir bolted, kicking up almost copious amounts if sand, and skidded to a spectacular halt before the Ex-Spiritus clansman.
"Yo! Nick Spirit! That's what a westerner'd call ya! Hey listen about this cliff...it's kinda sorta 'here' from the direction I first bounced in. Think we're in a bowl and the lands beyond here are an elaborate myth? Or is it just an obnoxious cliff...?" [\color]
Enigir slung a friendly arm around 'Nick Spirit', who honestly didn't look pleased with the nickname.
Enigir then sighed theatrically and looked almost smugly at Nicholas.
"so about that game plan you need to come up with for us all to survive...?" [\color] Enigir pressed.
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Just as he was about to lie down again, he felt something... a piece of machinery around him... Though there was nothing to be found, he whispered "Deactivate" and was greeted by a cheetah seemingly unknown to the fact that his cloaking device is broken.
"Hey there cheater" Jogete yelled, stunning the feline long enough to deliver a blow to its neck. "I see what you did there" It grinned and spat out some blood. "But that's not the end of the show." The feline produced a pair of revolvers both aimed at Jogete. "Now give me your gear and nobody gets hurt"
Shrugging, Jogete dropped everything he has in his backpack, all his constructs. The cheetah stared at what fell out, and laughed at him. "So, a sinner, taking nothing but toys to a wasteland when he could've brought anything. You're not worth keeping alive at all. Any last words? Kid?" The revolvers clicked, and Jogete put up his hand to mimic a gun, and pointed at the cheetah. "Yes, pow"
A bright red dot appeared on the cheetahs forehead, and the constructs came to life, all of them producing razor sharp wings and claws, all headed for him like a swarm of locusts. The revolvers fired, but nothing but smoke came out. "My toys love eating metal, you should take a look at how they snack, if you live long enough that is" One by one, the constructs landed on the cheetah's head, tearing through flesh and bone as quickly as they can.
"Retreat" Jogete muttered and they returned to his backpack which shut itself as he slung it back on. Feeling the mechanical tick of the cloaking device again, he paused and held up a hand in the cheetah's direction, preventing it from being used. "Ever wondered what would happen if it was overcharged?" He moved his fingers as if he was moving a puppet and pixels appeared around the cheetah. "You get sucked in" He curled his hands into a fist, and the pixels wrapped the cheetah before disintegrating, a watch lying where the feline was a few seconds ago.
Seeing how everyone is going in their own directions, Jogete decided he'll do the same. "Hey raccoon wrath sinner guy, care to join me?" He asked without looking back, the raccoon will probably take his own route in this wasteland, but maybe the raccoon will follow him, it's worth gambling at right?
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Xerxes watched as the group dispersed, sighing. He watched as the fox slew the cheetah, and watched the body dissipate. As the fox asked for companionship, Xerxes rose with a groan, analyzing the fox. "Interesting...he controls machinery from a distance. How did he know the cheetah was there, I wonder." Xerxes looked back at the male wolf, as he was being tended by a few others.
"I just wish we could have worked together." Xerxes then moved to catch up with the fox.
"Well...if we're going to work together, I suppose learning names is an order."
After approaching the fox, he extended a paw. "Xerxes...no surname needed or given."
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The giant could sense that the Terra'nus was following him, but he didn't care about that right now. In a world like this, all hope of survival was geared only towards the environment. Adrian was a woodsman, and the forest was something he could call home; it was the perfect hunting ground. But he couldn't be too careful. He had no way of knowing who was friend and who was foe. All he knew was that anyone could either be potential threat, or better yet, potential prey. His green eyes searched through the distance, and among the mountains... trees. A mountainous forest was the best type of forest to him, providing numerous types of methods of hunting any prey. But something in the back of his mind nagged him. His blood-lust could not be satisfied like this. Eventually, he would return, attempting to find some way to crawl back into the city in order to slaughter even more people, feast on more meat, drink more blood. His fangs couldn't help but tremble with delight of the very thought. But right now, it was possible that he could have a very fun hunt. Hide and seek. At this, he allowed his huge tail to drag upon the ground, leaving a shallow trench to allow others to follow into his trap.....
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Chrono found it mildly amusing when Adrian started to drag his tail across the ground. In fact, he felt that this actually merited him speaking to the psychopath. "You are a large, black, serpent. If anything is giving your location away, it's your body, not the trail left by your tail." He followed that statement with a chuckle before returning to silence once more.
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Nicholas broke his gaze for a split second; eyes locking upon Enigir while his hand kept over his orb. Rather gently yet coldly, he removed the arm from him and continued his gaze while speaking."I do suppose that is my role.... However the only name you should refer to me as is Spiritius, just for the sake of me actually noticing. In further regards, do not touch me while I am seeing. It's hard enough as it is."
He eyes locked upon the orb before he spread his hands, it vanishing.
"We need to get to the top of this cliff."
The lynx stared blankly at his new companion, before gazing at the sun.
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The serpent turned his head, but his eyes only set upon the ground. His eyes were wide, but then again, he didn't have any eyelids. He spoke in an incredibly deep, quiet voice, partly gravelly, partly soft like silk. "Could you really see me at nightfall, though?" He continued his short trek into the wilderness, towards the mountainous forest. It wasn't too far away, as the dry ground started to become luscious grass, wet and moist, and a few trees here and there. He could smell in the wind that rain would be coming soon...
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"Clockwork, Jogete Clockwork" Jogete gave the raccoon, Xerxes, a firm handshake, this'll work well, he feels it will at least. "Now lets see if there's a civilization of refugees in this wasteland of corruption, years of banishment should give some of them a drive to make villages or something." Jogete looked into the horizon, there shouldn't be anything for the next few miles, he couldn't feel the comforting ticks of machinery, not in large groups at least, there were a few strays, most likely people who'll target them. Finding civilization was out of the question, but he had hope for the impossible. Sometimes it's the fool that achieves the impossible right?
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Xerxes shrugged, indifferently. A light smile played across his face. "They'll probably try and shoot us, you know. Being kept with the same people for years courts xenophobia." Xerxes checked his pack, once, twice over. He produced a beaten packet of cigarettes. He took one out, and places it in his mouth. He dug about a little more, and produced a small silver zippo lighter, which he used to light the cigarette. He looked at the fox, Jogete, and inquired. "This doesn't bother you, does it? It's nothing more than a small amount of burning paper, wetted to remove the flame. It's not tobacco." He produced another cigarette, before turning to face where the fox was observing, offering the cigarette. The future seemed brighter.
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Chrono avoided turning towards Adrian as the larger reptile finally spoke to him. "If you wish to earn the ire of the only living creature that can keep you hydrated when no water is to be found, then feel free to test that pet theory of yours." He eventually caught hints of moisture, but it made little difference when the only water to have is in the air itself. Though he was a bit surprised that he could get the 'scent' of water from such a short distance towards Elysium, considering this land was supposed to be mostly lifeless beyond the life in Elysium itself.
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The large reptile got down upon his arms, crawling on all fours with his reptilian agility, his nose to the ground sniffing out the area. His green eyes scanned forward, and his dark blue colored forked tongue seeped out of his mouth every now and then. The moist grass cooled his hands as he crawled with speed towards the mountains. The reason he was doing this was because he was seeking out any other forms of life that were already out here. But the air was cooler as he progressed to the mountain, meaning that Terra'nus' words were empty, and if the serpent got hungry... dinner.
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Enigir grinned and slowly removed his arms from around the newly christened 'Nick Spirit'.
"Nyokay, keep yer cool. Anything ya need buddy, you just do what you do and get us past this big mean oppressive monolithic tome of a cliff."
With little else to do Enigir simply stood back and fidgeted. Soon magic would happen - literally - and all would be good with the world.
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Nicholas looked blankly towards his nonchalant companion. Fulfilling the speculation, he stood and cast his orb and cloak downward, in the form of a golden disk. "According to my viewings, there should be water at the top in a type of oasis, with some life. However, if I'm wrong I'm going to need your help. The magic this'll use is enough to drain me for a while, if I don't consume." The disk began to lift into a large pillar, while Nicholas made accompanying motions to bring it up. The rate was rather slow, but the large summoning took an obvious toll on the lynx. He spoke in his still calm manner, "I assume you have heard of the Spiritius family, knowing my name before I even told you. He kept his eyes shut, until the large pillar raised the pair to the top. "So you must know that the magic is supposed to be prophetic. However, unlike the Seer of Fate; my father, I cannot see as well. I have been told that my potential is as my title states; I am supposed to be able to conjure miracles. That is why my summoning is without rival. But, I am supposed to see into the future and summon to stop things that aren't fated; basically anything with an outcome that is possible by the sun." The pillar reached the top, and the pair soon found themselves atop of the cliff.
As proposed, there was a small oasis. Opening his eyes, Nicholas was joined by a series of hummingbirds from behind them, which he then directed at the oasis' life. The brush rotted quickly, and Nicholas stood up as the birds rejoined as his cloak. "There is water, still. But my magic isn't free, and we will definitely need to feed physically, soon." He stared up to the sun, "I have seen that I must retake Elysium with five others, one of which is you. But it's all meaningless if I cannot show them, yet."
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Looking at the cigarette, Jogete shrugged "As long as I can live without it" He accepted the cigarette and took a huff, still not knowing why anyone would smoke. But he appreciated the offer. At least he has someone he could potentially trust. But priorities seemed to point to finding supplies at the moment "Now, lets take a good look at the landscape shall we?" He started walking towards a hill, one that seemed to stand out from the rest for the amount of magic that seemed to pour out of it. He didn't know how to control or feel magic directly, but this time, the energy poured like a tidal wave. "I've got a feeling that we'll find more than we hoped for" he muttered
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Xerxes hefted the pack up higher on his back, and trudged after Jogete. "Where we off to then?" Xerxes watched the fox move with a determined step. "What's he looking for? Out of all the hills, we choose this one. Some sort of sixth sense, I suppose." He puffed away on the cigarette, and followed behind the fox, watching each and every step, analyzing his companion, guessing the resonance frequency of his internal organs and bones. Guessing how, if it came down to it, Xerxes could do away with the potential combatant.
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Chrono gazed upon Adrian's hunting position with seeming disintrest, then searched the surrounding grass and dirt for a flat stone he could sit on. The closest he could find was one stone he could park his scaly butt on and two nearby rocks that could serve as footholds. He took a few moments to set them up in a way for him to make an effective 'chair' before tapping each stone with his stick. He then laid his walking stick across his lap as the three stones elevated him ten feet in the air in a casual sitting position.
This was mostly done to make it harder for Adrian to get the 'drop' on him, though Chrono may have taken it more literally than the idiom actually means.
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Enigir wasn't happy at all upon hearing the seer's words. Having to go back to Elysium? Was he going to see his family again? Was he ever going to escape to the west? He wanted to ask so many many things - but the bastard was useless now and unless Enigir found some lizards to cook in the oasis nearby. Just for that and the prophecy if going back Enigir wanted nothing more than to throttle him. He glanced at the progressively tiring seer. A few minutes and he would easily get away. Or was he aware that Enigir was considering ending his life and thus preparing that wretched orb and those blasted birds?
The scarf around Enigir's neck was loosened by a friendly hand. Enigir glanced at the seer. Admittedly the snowy wolf was feeling increasingly hot. Damn, didn't the pillar move any faster? Enigir was suddenly pining for the water. Enigir bent over and folded his pants into shorts, unzipped his jersey and further loss ended his scarf. Just by helping him the seer Spiritus had quelled any murderous thoughts. Enigir hummed. Maybe he should try some trust. Even in incomplete dribs and drabs the seer's visions could be useful. In between here and then the vision said that Enigir was alive to help save...he didn't know. The world. So that meant that for the moment the Ex-Shosius needn't worry about his family assassinating him. He resolved to recall himself "Shosa" when and if...no...just when he eventually reached the west.
Questioning the seer would definitely have to wait. Bad with that resolution Enigir wondered if the seer was suppressing a smile.
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The reptile took one last sharp exhale on the ground, and proceeded getting back up on his feet. It was getting dark, and he could tell that it would be raining within a few hours. The clouds were not too far away, as well as the mountainous area. He estimated that he would be there within a couple hours, if not an hour and a half. He searched through his duffle-bag, and pulled out plastic pouch. Inside of it lied a large chunk of raw red meat, appropriate for the serpent's size. It was unknown what it was, but Adrian knew that it was his darkest thoughts that made him crave this kind of meat. His eye dilated as he looked out ahead. The sense of life wavered as he moved, which meant that the other sinner was no longer following him... for now. Soon enough, he would feel the sweet tears of heaven, the angels above crying as he passed through this slaughterhouse people call life....
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"You haven't said a word.... Someone who introduced himself in such a bubbly manner should at least be consistent."
Nicholas kept his gaze on the sun; his ability now showing him useless glimpses of various lynxes that may or may not be him doing many things. A bit disgruntled and pained, Nicholas sat by the water, a hand resting upon his left temple while his right hand made small ripples in the water; making ripples in the meaningless things he saw through his ability on the water. He sighed tiredly and shut his eyes; managing to drink in a clumsy way, using his hands at first and then getting some water on his cloak.
"Perhaps the news may not be nice, but knowing the destiny of the path is more of a pain.... To be cryptic, the journey is going to have costs, I just don't know all of them.. Think of ignorance as a bit of bliss, and enjoy yourself. Maybe I can find someone else, but I've only links to one other of the five. But I'm sure eventually, we'll come together.... Fate commands so." He chuckled a bit darkly, "You know, even I didn't know I'd be removed from Elysium."
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To hell with fate, Enigir thought as he set himself down and peeked under a few rocks. A fairly sizeable lizard peeked out and he snatched at it, just barely grabbing its tail. He was still lost in thought as he killed it with a sharp blow to its tiny head and continued in his scavenger hunt. He found two more lizards. Each was smaller than the last. Eventually he scanned the water but there was nothing of interest in it save the almost blank Seer who was gazing at it whilst swatting at the surface. Was he preoccupied with more Sight? Enigir was desperately thinking now, his thoughts wildly out of control.
He meditated as he gutted and skinned his catches. The white wolf roasted them on a small fire he created with his limited reserves of power. Once the Flame-Lightening Arc spell cooked the catches he poked Nicholas' shoulder gently and almost shyly proffered the cooked treats. It was barely a meal for one. Without so much as a word Enigir sank into the pond's depths and embraced the cool and the wet. Night was a little ways off so his bath wouldn't see him freeze so long as he didn't take too long.
The Ex-Shosius stared at the Seer. He wondered and prayed.
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Chrono, already noting the clouds coming in, moved his 3-piece throne of stone to a not-too-distant clearing. From there he brandished his walking staff and held it like an oversized baton, directing the sod and stone into forming a stalim, complete with a slate cylinder for a door. He then lowered his stones so that he could quickly hop off his hastily crafted chair and escape the brunt of the downpour. While doing so, he changed the roof to consist of stone held up by various poles of bedrock so the structure would not collapse under it's own mass.
It was a truly humble hovel, but this Tere'nus would not be content with such a home for long. A grand design was in place, and this spot was just the seed he needed to start his rise from exile to King.
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As Xerxes marched along, behind the fox, he realized just how bad of condition his body was in. As he watched Jogete crest the next hill, he felt his knee buckle, and Xerxes collapsed. The cigarette rolled down the hill, and burnt out. He weakly attempted to crawl up, but the weight of his pack was too much. Xerxes watched as the ground he traversed slid back out in front of him, and as the world grew dark. He knew, in his mind, that he couldn't march all the way to whatever god-forsaken village this fox had lead towards. Panting, he accosted the fox. "Friend? I cannot travel any further...I need to stop..." Xerxes looked about from his elevated position, and saw both the newly constructed hovel, and the fire near the water. As he watched the fox scan the horizon, he shrugged, and waved him off. "Be on your wild goose chase, friend. I apologize, but wish you good fortunes in the future!" Xerxes, with his conscience beating itself for allowing his will to break so easily, stumbled back towards the water. "Maybe these exiles will have a better plan than the fox's. I'm not one for wild goose chases, nor am I willing to follow a stranger into the greater unknown...not without some assurance." Xerxes hoped and prayed that this group would allow another into their midst.
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Adrian could only think in his mind: What fools are these that are banished alongside myself? I myself being but a fool in this realm... the rain... rain... it feels good. Such cool liquid upon my body... not like blood. The stomach of the huge reptile made a sound like that of metal being wrought. Hunger... should I go for the nearest prey or easiest? Or shall I continue my patience? Soon... soon I will feast within those walls again... or perhaps I shall find another place. Hungry... always hungry... yet I wish for peace... but my urges are overwhelming. [/i]He could only wander into thought, peace versus satisfaction, one of the many factors in his life causing such an unstable mentality. Within his mind's eye, he could see Chrono, though faintly, and even fainter, he could smell some of the other sinners in the wind.
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The lynx sighed and fell back with a grumble, quickly getting up again after a bit of water. He reopened his eyes and looked to the sun; the visions had finally halted, for now. The position of the sun read about 6 o'clock in the evening, not that Spiritius new. He lowered his magic cloak over his forehead and turned to Enigir.
"Silence isn't something I'm fond of, but then again there was always noise in my area." His gold eyes focused a bit on Enigir, then looked away towards the other part of the cliff, which lead to be a forested area. A few visions had showed him the Terra'nus' impact upon the city's walls in the past. A few visions showed him the beginning of a similar construct in the familiar forest.
"If you're going to say nothing, we might as well find the next ones, before another fate claims them." He began to walk towards the forest, eyes set forward.
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Enigir snapped his head up and glared with furious eyes at the seer.
[bbcode color/skyblue] "'Before fate claims them?' What do you mean fate, seer!? That ultimately nothing ends like we want it to!? Why the hell would you say that - why would you SAY that!? Can't I at least have the unfortunate surprise of finding out myself!?" [/color]
Enigir stopped and stared at the temporarily dumbfounded seer. He realised what he had just done and put on an uneasy grin.
[bbcode color/skyblue] "I'm sorry, I...I'm hungry. And this past few days - going through the Elysium banishment system then being stuck out here...it's been tougher than I thought it'd be. I've got so many questions and...I'm sorry." [/color] Enigir collapsed in an ashamed heap on the ground. He remembered the approaching cold and used his magic to start a fire by him and his wet belongings. He didn't know what the seer knew and that combined with so many questions had set the wolf unprecedentedly on edge. He wanted to communicate this but he had nothing left but his shame - why had he lashed out like that? He knew but...in his guilt he had to ask. He gazed piteously up at the seer. That cool gaze met his. Did it ever change? Was there fire or ice behind those eyes?
It shouldn't matter, Enigir decided. The future mattered. Damned if any half-baked hallucinations were going to ruin his future. The white wolf lightly hugged himself.
[bbcode color/skyblue] "Spiritus...? I...I'm glad you're feeling better." [/color]
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It had felt like hours. Adrian now stood in front of the first tree he had reached. Beyond that... forest. He was pleased. Here he could calm his mind, deciding what to do for the future: Would he stay? Or would he try to get back to the city? But he soon started to realize something... delicious. People would generally be attracted to this shade and cool air in a place like this. And he knew that there have been plenty of sinners before out here. He wouldn't have to do much work. Food will come to me... soon enough.....
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As the sun went low, Xerxes became worried. As the light died, and night approached, he panicked. Throwing all caution to the four winds, his fear lending speed to his weary limbs, Xerxes sprinted the last few yards, collapsing within the light of the white fox Enigir's small camp fire. He lay there for a few moments, panting heavily, his fear pertinent. He looked between Enigir, and the seer Nicholas, and back again, waiting for their reaction. Xerxes breathing slowed to a slightly more normal pace, as the panic died away.
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During the shower over his humble lodging, Chrono crafted a bed by mixing together mud and pete and spurring on the growth of moss and grass using some seeds he had gently extracted from the grass above and around his hovel. Once the bed's softness was acceptable, he crafted a stairwell underneath his footing. While descending, he seperated the bed into small enough pieces to follow after him, but large enough to be easily put back together once he'd reached an acceptable altitude.
After about 100 feet of decension, he hollowed out a dome in the rock and soil around him, and remade his bed in that area, Once it was complete, Chrono believed a nap was in order to regain all of the energy he spent in making himself a new home.
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Enigir turned to Xerxes as he approached and froze. Was he a threat or another mouth to feed? Feed...food...
Enigir's stomach gurgled and he clutched at it. He moaned piteously and as he did so found an opportune reason to have a hand near his sword. Physical battle would at this point exact a lower and slower toll than casting.
"Spiritus, stranger ahead," Enigir said quietly in case the seer was unawares. The wind blew the wolf's fur and the definite coolness of it indicated that he might need to use a fire-imbued lightening arc spell. That was energy out of the bank already.
"What do you want?" Enigir asked as he slipped a hand down the leg of his pants where his sword sheath lay concealed. He angled himself and readied his body for a Shosius Execution Strike - a definitive blow which utilised as little energy as possible to perform a max-power slash that would cleave almost anything in two without fail. The sun setting rapidly, Enigir lost sight of the stranger's neck - the newcomer's body angle was all wrong, the dunes in the background weren't helping. The fire Enigir had previously lit was all but faintly glowing embers.
We'd better not be in a bind here, seer - so thought Enigir.
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Xerxes, who's breath had not yet fully returned, shifted into a pleading position; paws clasped overhead, knees against the ground, body bent low. "P-Please, I don't want to fight. I just need a place to stay...for the night. The dark...she brings what I fear most...I can barely operate in the dark. I beg of you, don't turn me away." Tears began coursing down his face, a small fearful whine crept into his voice. "I-I'll do whatever I need to. A-Anything you need me to do, I'll do it." Xerxes moved slowly towards the fire, keeping his paws in plain view. "I'm begging you...the plague the night brings is too much to bear." He then threw himself prostrate, casting his M.A.D. Pack aside, disarming himself. "Just let me stay...please."
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Towards Enigir's outburst; Nicholas only let out one sentence, "Just remember, you don't have to see them." He decided to wait, as his partner took his course of action.
He crossed his arms a bit, impatiently waiting while the sun went down. A bit of a grin set into Nicholas's face when the stranger came crawling. Listening little to Enigir's question, the seer made a beckoning motion. Another gold hummingbird flew from Xerxes back to the seer, who held it on his finger. "Looks like I didn't need to check up on you." He looked a bit coldly. "I would command that you be cast away, but I need you alive. Now clean yourself up, you look pitiful. And, don't lose your only defense, that's plainly stupid."
Nicholas looked to the embers with a sigh, casting more hummingbirds to a small shrub. Said shrub shriveled as they swarmed it, while he looked to Enigir. "I could summon more flame, but the things I see would give me more of a headache than it's worth. If you can't tell, I'm not too skilled with survival, past people and combat. So, unfortunately, I must rely upon the both of you for food." He turned back to face the water as the moon began to fade into its shine, the sun creeping down the horizon.
"After we get a food, I have a lot of speaking to do. Now, I don't know how this forest is here, but it's bound to have food of a sort. I won't be able to kill anything with my magic; it'll shrivel and be tough to eat."
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The giant let down his duffle-bag, placing it in a fallen and hollow log close to him in order to hide it. Night was good. He let the cool gentle breeze lick his face for a moment before... the darkness was his friend and told him much. The faint smell of a dim fire was not too far, and was actually t the edge of the woods with him, though apparently, not exactly where he was. His dark eyes and slit pupils looked through the dark, but could see nothing. Yet he listened, and heard faint voices. Using his photographic memory and utilizing excellent survival skills, he made a mental not of where he placed his bag. He was not the type to get lost in the woods, and now that he was out of the desert, hunting would be good.
Adrian had grown up in the wilderness, and he was familiar with the outdoors. He remembered the little boy that would climb trees and steal eggs from bird-nests to give to his mother... "Mother..." It had been so long since the fateful day he had lost her forever, one out of many aspects of his life that caused him to grow more and more fragile over the years with his mental health. Sometimes, still, he thought about killing himself. But the hunt.... nothing ever game him more pleasure, thrill.... ecstasy... than the hunt.
The great serpent sneaked towards the direction of his prey. He was getting close, now, as he could smell the blood, hear the heartbeats. Others had magic, powers of great proportion. He had mere skill over his own body and mind. He was incredibly quiet for his size, carefully dictating his feet in order to remain so. His large feet worked towards his advantage, softly stepping on a pile of leaves only to muffle them under his incredible mass. He could see well in the dark, and not only that, but he was beginning to pick up a faint detection of the electromagnetism generated by the biological components of living things. This was his gift, the gift of a predator. The gift of lighting the darkness in such a way, only he could perceive. He was close, very close. They did not seem to be moving, or at least, not moving very much, as he could not feel any much vibration in the ground, none strong enough to reach his feet. The apex neared, and found himself a distance away not too far. He climbed up tall tree with the use of his claws and tail, and using his keen sight, saw through the darkness to see the dim glow of ember, and those near it.....
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"Well, if neither of you will step forward, I'll drive out the prey with a bit of magic."
Nicholas said rather impatiently; sitting down and ritualistically spreading his arms as his cloak shifted to the luminescent golden hummingbirds; the gathering swarm moving over the forest to feed upon the life force of trees; each one sapping energy that the seer would use. After the summoning of a hundred of the birds, the seer was left with no magic near him. His miniature army fed upon the forest and drove residing animals to squirm and watch as the closest radius to the seer withered. Acts like these were easy for plant life. Anything with willpower would take a lot more focus, and a swarm to itself; thus targeting weaker lives was easier, and more efficient to gather with.
A tree collapsed upon the forest floor; a loud shock running through the air. Shaking any structure beneath it, Nicholas winced slightly as the crashing noise came down; the birds returning to reform his cloak. Gold light sped through the forest as smaller trees continually withered, the lynx pulling back his arms after his birds completed his cloak, then forming a familiar orb around him. Mystically, he was rejuvenated. Physically, he could use a bit of food. He looked forward into the grave he had made, humming softly while his summoned sphere orbited him. "I can hold out longer, but I doubt the two of you can. Hurry up. That noise could have drawn attention." He stood; watching the wildlife swarm in a panic.
Even those without magic could feel the draining of life; it was a constant. Magic users could only feel it stronger.
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"What!? And why!?" Enigir shivered and it had little to do with the cold. He looked wildly around for no reason other than confusion and then did a double take in search of food.
"I'm really hungry!" Enigir half moaned, half snapped. His blood sugar was getting low. So was his supply of patience. God it as been a rubbish day...
"All had better be revealed by the end if it, seer, and I'd better get my desired future!" The white wolf rounded on the third member of the oddball party. "And you! Get up you loser! Geez..."
Spent just that little bit more after the rant Enigir sagged and half sobbed.
"I'm really hungry..."
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Xerxes collected his pack in a rushed panic. "Thank you, sir. I...I'm sorry about my actions...I have always had a fear of the dark..." He moved closer to the fire, and stared into it, feeling the grip of fear die away. "You know...you are the first stranger I've met that had actually offered to help. I am indebted to you, sir." Xerxes laid the pack to one side, and used is as a pillow of sorts. As he stared into the sky, he began whistling a rather strange tune, the sound of space itself. After a few moments, he reached into a side pocket of the backpack, and withdrew a small tuning fork, and a picture. He tapped the fork against various nearby objects, and matched it exactly, as he stared at the picture. "My family...never to be seen again..."
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From within the dark, the giant simply watched the chaos ensue from the one with the birds, he himself had caught some of these birds, eating them, biting them in half to kill them and proceeding to swallow. He thought a little bit of dropping from above from the weakened tree, which swayed not only from being weakened by.... whatever this was. The behemoth was not exactly the lightest of people. Of course, he dug his claws into the body of the tree to stabilize himself, cautious of his weight. But instead of dropping upon the large game, he felt content with pursuing much more difficult prey. He continued watching from above, his tail wrapped around the tree as well, just for the sake of staying still, as to not make a noise......