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Schweiz oder etwas [12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain                    Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days |
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Originally posted by Professor LogicOriginally posted by AK47 asdfA box Fox Socks Box Knox Knox in box. Fox in socks. Knox on fox in socks in box. Socks on Knox and Knox in box. Fox in socks on box on Knox. Chicks with bricks come. Chicks with blocks come. Chicks with bricks and blocks and clocks come. Look, sir. Look, sir. Mr. Knox, sir. Let's do tricks with bricks and blocks, sir. Let's do tricks with chicks and clocks, sir. First, I'll make a quick trick brick stack. Then I'll make a quick trick block stack. You can make a quick trick chick stack. You can make a quick trick clock stack. And here's a new trick, Mr. Knox.... Socks on chicks and chicks on fox. Fox on clocks on bricks and blocks. Bricks and blocks on Knox on box. Now we come to ticks and tocks, sir. Try to say this Mr. Knox, sir.... Clocks on fox tick. Clocks on Knox tock. Six sick bricks tick. Six sick chicks tock. Please, sir. I don't like this trick, sir. My tongue isn't quick or slick, sir. I get all those ticks and clocks, sir, mixed up with the chicks and tocks, sir. I can't do it, Mr. Fox, sir. I'm so sorry, Mr. Knox, sir. Here's an easy game to play. Here's an easy thing to say.... New socks. Two socks. Whose socks? Sue's socks. Who sews whose socks? Sue sews Sue's socks. Who sees who sew whose new socks, sir? You see Sue sew Sue's new socks, sir. That's not easy, Mr. Fox, sir. Who comes? ... Crow comes. Slow Joe Crow comes. Who sews crow's clothes? Sue sews crow's clothes. Slow Joe Crow sews whose clothes? Sue's clothes. Sue sews socks of fox in socks now. Slow Joe Crow sews Knox in box now. Sue sews rose on Slow Joe Crow's clothes. Fox sews hose on Slow Joe Crow's nose. Hose goes. Rose grows. Nose hose goes some. Crow's rose grows some. Mr. Fox! I hate this game, sir. This game makes my tongue quite lame, sir. Mr. Knox, sir, what a shame, sir. We'll find something new to do now. Here is lots of new blue goo now. New goo. Blue goo. Gooey. Gooey. Blue goo. New goo. Gluey. Gluey. Gooey goo for chewy chewing! That's what that Goo-Goose is doing. Do you choose to chew goo, too, sir? If, sir, you, sir, choose to chew, sir, with the Goo-Goose, chew, sir. Do, sir. Mr. Fox, sir, I won't do it. I can't say. I won't chew it. Very well, sir. Step this way. We'll find another game to play. Bim comes. Ben comes. Bim brings Ben broom. Ben brings Bim broom. Ben bends Bim's broom. Bim bends Ben's broom. Bim's bends. Ben's bends. Ben's bent broom breaks. Bim's bent broom breaks. Ben's band. Bim's band. Big bands. Pig bands. Bim and Ben lead bands with brooms. Ben's band bangs and Bim's band booms. Pig band! Boom band! Big band! Broom band! My poor mouth can't say that. No, sir. My poor mouth is much too slow, sir. Well then... bring your mouth this way. I'll find it something it can say. Luke Luck likes lakes. Luke's duck likes lakes. Luke Luck licks lakes. Luck's duck licks lakes. Duck takes licks in lakes Luke Luck likes. Luke Luck takes licks in lakes duck likes. I can't blab such blibber blubber! My tongue isn't make of rubber. Mr. Knox. Now come now. Come now. You don't have to be so dumb now.... Try to say this, Mr. Knox, please.... Through three cheese trees three free fleas flew. While these fleas flew, freezy breeze blew. Freezy breeze made these three trees freeze. Freezy trees made these trees' cheese freeze. That's what made these three free fleas sneeze. Stop it! Stop it! That's enough, sir. I can't say such silly stuff, sir. Very well, then, Mr. Knox, sir. Let's have a little talk about tweetle beetles.... What do you know about tweetle beetles? Well... When tweetle beetles fight, it's called a tweetle beetle battle. And when they battle in a puddle, it's a tweetle beetle puddle battle. AND when tweetle beetles battle with paddles in a puddle, they call it a tweetle beetle puddle paddle battle. AND... When beetles battle beetles in a puddle paddle battle and the beetle battle puddle is a puddle in a bottle... ...they call this a tweetle beetle bottle puddle paddle battle muddle. AND... When beetles fight these battles in a bottle with their paddles and the bottle's on a poodle and the poodle's eating noodles... ...they call this a muddle puddle tweetle poodle beetle noodle bottle paddle battle. AND... Now wait a minute, Mr. Socks Fox! When a fox is in the bottle where the tweetle beetles battle with their paddles in a puddle on a noodle-eating poodle, THIS is what they call... ...a tweetle beetle noodle poodle bottled paddled muddled duddled fuddled wuddled fox in socks, sir! Fox in socks, our game is done, sir. Thank you for a lot of fun, sir. |
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Schweiz oder etwas [12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days |
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| Hoo, long one this time...
Ziff: I can't stand beer, at all. Except root beer. 
And as far as roads go, why don't you just ask the fucking mice? They ran off with the answer... KoF Prettyboy: You.... don't want to know. Trust me. God dammit trust me. Sky: Trust me, if she wanted me to just cast all of that stuff out of my life, she can't be perfect. Not if she's that intolerant. I value tolerance very highly, so I think that tolerance of my hobbies is very important. D00d: I don't know who either of those people are...  Care to enlighten me?
Sky: YOU TOTALLY RUINED IT Thoughtless: MARVEL OH GOD MARVEL. I love Marvel Comics. My favorite heroes are Spider Man, Gambit (fuckers in Ultimate killed him off), Iron Man, Wolverine, and Nightcrawler. However, above all else, I love Dr. Strange. He just rules, and there's no way around that because he could sneeze and turn the whole world purple. As for DC... Eh, I'm not so much a fan. I mean, I guess The Flash is ok. Thoughtless, do you like Ultimate Marvel? Since I really missed out on all of the old stories as a kid, I'm kinda deciding to start fresh with the Ultimate Universe. So far I've been reading the Ultimate anthologies... But as far as sliding timescale theory goes, I like little isolated events like House of M and Son of M. |
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[12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain  Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days
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You missed the joke. |
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[12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days
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As far as that goes, though, I'll just play in my spare time. There's no reason not to respect that about a girl. Perfection at the cost of slightly less gaming isn't exactly, you know, bad. And DV, you'd probably be a little white mouse with black spots... Since, you know, that's the kind you wanted to be...
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[12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days
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Sam: I was actually speaking from experience... Old times, I'll explain later.
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Sky: Beyond like, age 20, it really doesn't matter... Dani: Whatever you do, DO NOT SWEAT IT. Don't be nervous at all. Relax, and take it slow. If you rush or get nervous you'll just be more apt to make mistakes. You need to have plenty to eat and drink, you need energy, caffeine only makes you jittery. Have a calculator, a clear head, and a good night's sleep. Thoughtless: How about classic comics? I've always loved the old Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle comics, as well as the new(er... like lateish 90s) series. Recently they released anthologies of the old comics, which I am TOTALLY picking up.
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[12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days
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YOU SIR HAVE JUST SAID THE WORD THAT WILL MAKE ME SPEAK ENTIRELY IN CAPS FOR THIS THREAD BECAUSE I AM CLEARLY A HUGE EARTHBOUND FAN.
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THERE NEEDS TO BE MORE EARTHBOUND IN THIS WORLD. THERE NEEDS TO BE MORE STARMAN, MORE DR. ANDONUTS, MORE POO, MORE EVERYTHING. I MEAN SERIOUSLY, I CANNOT ACTUALLY BELIEVE HOW AWESOME THIS GAME IS. IT IS BY FAR THE SINGLE GREATEST RPG I HAVE EVER PLAYED. THIS IS THE GAME THAT MADE ME A NINTENDO FANBOY. THERE IS SO MUCH YOU CAN DRAW FROM THIS GAME. I HAVE WRITTEN SCHOOL ESSAYS ON THIS GAME. IT IS, TO USE MY COMMON LINGO, WICKED FRICKIN' SWEET.
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[12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days
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Johnathan swiped his hand at the drop-down Gerudos, and they were suddenly blown straight off course, and conveniently placed right beside the train as it sped by them. He whirled around only to discover that a team of them had latched onto the side of the train and were trying to break inside of it! |
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[12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days
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Go Tommathy, Go Tommathy, Go, Go, Go Tommathy...
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[12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days
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It's been done. |
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[12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days
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Shyguy, I'm suing you for slander. |
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[12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days
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OOC: Welcome back, Schwa. This one's all for you... And considering your new approach, I think this will fit in very well.
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It was late. Very, very late. Two figures stood over the twilight city of Civitas Alpha. A cold wind blew and a rainstorm ravaged the otherwise beautiful city, home of the Stardust Speedway, one of the fastest modes of transportation man had ever devised. They stood on the ledge of a building some five hundred feet below the lowest point on the speedway. Both were clad in silvery-black raincoats. Both were of about average height, inconspicuous in the nighttime storms. Neither of them, however, were average people. Kalar: "You're sure this is the right place?" Garro: "Positive. This is the first place that the energy signature started, and in the end it was the last place that he was seen before he was ripped from this world. There was a recorded concentration of ethereal energy here. The same kind of ether that the Psi Warriors use. There are also traces of Oracle energy. This has to be the place." Kalar cast off his raincoat, looking up at a full view of the rainy skies. His usual tattered suit was faced with an onslaught of falling water, and he closed his eyes and took in the surrounding area... Yes, he could feel it. A torrential downpour of psi power, a Gateway to the Aether that had formed only months before... Kalar: "Yes... I'm interested now. What do you plan to do?" Garro: "In due time..." The rainstorm had begun to wane, if only because the clouds in the sky had begun to glow an eerie blue color. A very familiar eerie blue color... --------------- Deep within his ruins in the Aztecs, Evan lay in meditation, waiting for his next rendezvous with Shen. Searching the soul required a great deal of effort and concentration, he thought. One had to become one with the universe around him, to feel the very flow of energy in the world, to gain a second sight among the souls... But how could you gain a second sight among souls if the soul you wanted to see... Well, if it had no owner? This question lay in his head... About five seconds later, there was a terrible shock in his mentality, and it suddenly hit him. Evan's eyes opened, but his exp It was one of sheer terror, to be seen only behind his covered glasses... He could speak only two words. Evan: "He's returning." --------------- Garro: "This is a very barbaric process, one that I had to study for several weeks in order to even gain a grasp on how to accomplish. It delves deep into Psi Warrior lore... The stuff Schwa would never want you to know." Kalar: "Eh?" As the blue clouds formed above the two of them, Garro knelt down onto the tarmac exterior of the building rooftop on which they stood. He took out a strange, blunted object and began chipping away at the rooftop tarmac. Soon, it was fairly evident that he was carving something. Garro: "You know my strengths, Kalar. I study faith. All faith. Every faith in the world, but thus far I've never really delved into Psi Warrior theory... Really, Schwa's power was demonstrated enough to me in the past. I think you can recall it quite succinctly. Even when you displayed the ability to use Psi Warrior power, I still didn't consider it so much a faith as a science. Until, that is, I read the elder archives of their lore... A visit to Crystal Psipalace was really all I needed." Garro continued his drawing. It looked like some kind of multi-pointed star, but on a much more basic level, it was a mock-up of the current common Psi Warrior insignia... With many, many adjustments. "You are familiar with the concept of a Zraku protector, no? The current Psi Warrior is given one as a guardian spirit to summon to aid in the fight against evil. Nowadays, of course, they are awarded based on servitude tot he Psi faith, and upon the strength and synchrony of the two souls that are united to become warrior and protectorate. But in the past, this was not the case..." Garro stood up from his drawing. It had become a multi-tiered mural of Psi. Having drawn something so intricate in such a short time it became clearly evident that he had practiced this for several weeks in advance. Considering his already capable hands in the realm of ritual and belief, it was no surprise that this replica was a paragon of achievement... "...In ancient times, a Zraku was taken." Kalar arched an eyebrow at this. Thus far he had been fairly full of disbelief for this entire endeavor... Kalar: "Taken?" Garro: "Yes, taken. When a truly strong soul's body is destroyed, the soul goes to live in the Ethereal Plane, better known to us as the Aether. The body was swept into the skies and transferred to the realm, where the soul transcended the body and lived on forever. A soul never truly dies, of course... But the body is destroyed in the process." He stood back, and looked to the skies. This was going to be tough... "So you see, the functioning of the Aether works as such: Entrance, destruction, transcendence, resurrection. The resurrection part was, of course, for the longest time, forced by the ancient Psi Judicators. Souls were ripped from the Aether and tamed... But nowadays, the bond is more spiritual. It's far more voluntary, though there are occasional disparities. In any case, we're not talking about nowadays. Instead, we're going for a more ancient approach." Kalar: "You mean we're going rip him from the Aether, correct?" Garro: "Precisely."
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[12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days
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[12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days
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Aw, crap, I can only think of one. |
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[12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days
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Grey bolts upright in his bed, realizing exactly what day it is, and hoping in the name of all things sacred that he hasn't missed his chance.
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He throws on some clothes, pulls his jacket on, shoves a donut in his mouth and immediately runs through the majority of Marble Garden, taking a few flying leaps of faith along the way. This continues for about ten minutes until he's finally finished eating his donut, at which point he puts on a burst of speed and approaches the edge of Neo Grape Gardens. He runs straight off the edge and goes into a dive, knowing he should be landing on the Acmlm's Board building in about twenty seconds. Needless to say, it doesn't happen, and he smacks the pavement right beside the building with a loud, wet *thump* noise. As usual. Grey springs to his feet, puts his neck back into alignment, and dashes for the front door, only to see that the streamers have already been hung, and the doors are wide open, with loud Kirby MIDIs blasting from a boombox in the main hall. There was a bowl of Doritos on a table in the main foyer of the building, and the reception desk was littered with crayon drawings of Kirby characters that looked suspiciously as though they were generated in MSPaint. The whole scene reeked of disorganization and lack of structure. Grey sank to his knees, and clutched his head in agonizing defeat. Grey: "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Evan calmly walked into the front office, his hands in his pockets. He looked down on the ground at Grey, and waited. Evan: "I see you've discovered who organized the party." Grey: "I wanted to..." 
Evan: "There's always next year. Tom." (edited by Grey on 04-03-06 12:50 PM)
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[12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days
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Garro: "Kalar, we've got a guest. I'd suggest we concentrate on the task at hand..."
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Kalar: "You sure? He'd do well to run, if you're about to do what I think you're about to do." Garro: "Hrm." The "priest" kneeled to the ground once more, and laid his hands upon the rim of the carved insignia. "There's more to the Psi Story... These practices were forbidden. Our little interloper is right, they've disappeared in the scheme of Psi history and were replaced with other methods. However, the old methods, despite their barbarism, remain much more powerful than the new. We'll need that power... No physical body has ever been directly ripped from the Aether before. This should be very interesting to see regardless of its pass or fail rate. In the very least, we can see if the phylactery effect will have deteriorated his physicality at all. According to the research I've conducted, he'll be in horrible condition unless his regenerative properties kicked into overdrive at some point. That, or he found some way to protect himself against the Aether." Kalar: "How does it work, though...?" Garro: "Simply enough. The Aether is a functional plane that relies strictly upon the natural order of souls and incarnations of them to be followed to a T. When a physical body of some sort is introduced into the environment, the body naturally deteriorates as a result of the involuntary reaction to the existence of ethereal energy (which, if you'll remember, exists within all of us but is only manifest by the Psi Warriors and their ilk) in a physical form. In a sense, the body is "digested" into the Aether. It's the spiritual equivalent of being locked in the Sarlaac pit for a thousand years." Kalar: "Sounds painful." Garro: "Immensely so. If he hasn't protected himself, these past six months will have been hell for him, especially considering the fact that time passes much faster in the Aether than it does here." Kalar: "Around how much time should have passed for him, then?" Garro: "I'd wager on about four or five years. Imagine it. Four or five years of constant pain and suffering at the hands of something that everyone else in the universe benefits from. Kind of gets to a person, you see. If that's the case, he's going to be insanely relieved when he gets out. Or mad as hell, we'll see." Kalar: "Hrm. Get on with it, then?" Garro: "Of course. Let's see if this works..." He reached into his coat, and from the breast pocket, pulled a book with three strange symbols etched onto the front of it. Had it been... stolen? Garro: "The chant..." Roughly translated, it went a little something like this... "Bring us this, our ally/ Taken from the Aether far and deep/ Whose soul in life did Respect all others/ Whose actions in death did bring greatest Honor/ Whose will in existence will forever have Virtue./ These three, the Life Aspects, have allowed/ This soul another chance to live./ These three, the Life Aspects, have allowed/ Us to take this soul back from the great beyond/ To serve its purpose yet again in life./ These three, the Life Aspects, have given us/ Cause to seek its power and guidance./ Our ally, our servant, our Zraku!" At the final shout of the word "Zraku", the only word that Kalar noticed out of the whole gibbering chant, there was a sudden flash of light! The skies opened up, and down from the heavens poured a burst of pure, unrefined ether! The whole city was drawn to stare at the skies, as a gateway to the final frontier of existence itself opened wide and prepared to deliver its latest acquisitions. It whirled like a raging maelstrom of blue, streaking, gaseous spiritual energy, enshrouding Kalar, Garro, and the entire building rooftop in its magnificent glory. But then, something strange happened... The purity of the ether was suddenly tainted by a faint, purple glow that appeared within it. The glow became more and more prominent as the eerie blue color was extinguished, and suddenly engulfed by the purple color. For miles around, streetlamps shorted out, computers flickered and went black, walls vibrated, and tuning forks hummed with a deafening roar. The entire city of Civitas Alpha was reduced to pure chaos as a chorus of screams from the frightened citizens rang out, having been deprived of their usual serenity for just that moment. The tornado of clashing purple and blue seemed to struggle for an instant, and in the midst of it all, a figure materialized, having been drawn from the Aether by the power of Garro's faith in the ancient Psi Arts alone... As the instant passed, the streetlamps turned back on, the walls stopped vibrating, the once-dead computers returned to their former processes, and even the tuning forks lay quiet. The screams died down and stopped, as the citizens realized that what they were experiencing may have just been a poorly-timed power outage... A lone figure descended to the rooftop, covered in a light purple aura. His eyes, when they opened, glowed a soft blue color, quickly flickering and going out, as the purple itself faded. They were instead replaced by exp He was tall, but his posture was ravaged by his period of suffering. He wore street clothes, now tattered from having been eaten away by the Aether itself. A wave of his hands, and his clothes were restored. A simple button-down shirt, long pants, and a t-shirt with an unknown insignia on it comprised his attire now. His hair, normally short and brown, had grown long and haggard in years past, and his face was cropped with a scraggly beard. Someone had clearly forgotten to shave while being eaten by a soul recycler. This, too, was quickly fixed with a wave of a hand. Clean-shaven and trimmed, he looked much more like his usual, eternally young self. Strapped to his back, or slung over his shoulder in whatever way you may consider, was a very large, heavy duffel bag. It was rectangular in shape, adorned with many pockets and compartments that were clearly stuffed to the brim with mounds of nothing. It, however, very much unlike the rest of the man, was completely undamaged, almost as if it had been protected the entire time by an unknown force. He took in a breath of fresh air, and the rain around the centralized ether storm had stopped. The night sky was clear and strong, a deep blue-black color, dotted with stars and the milky white of the galactic display. In a matter of seconds, it was like he had never left. --------------- Evan breathed heavily, realizing the ramifications of this sudden appearance, and feeling every last piece of the being's reentry into this world. He dragged his eyes over to his companion, and continued speaking in cryptic half-statements. Evan: "I'm fine. But, you need to know." He got up and walked over to her, clasping her shoulders and bringing his massiveness down to her petite stature. "Our time has finally come. He's come back to this world." --------------- The man stretched himself, and twisted and turned, almost completely ignoring Kalar and Garro's presence. Finally, it was Kalar who broke the silence. In awe at the power of his friend's abilities, he could do no more than ask the most basic of questions. Kalar: "I-is it really you?" No response. The being simply continued stretching, and took his bag in his hands a few times, lifting it to see if its magic was still in effect. Indeed, it was. Garro: "Shh. He may still be adjusting to the relief." They waited, as the being continued his assessment of his own abilities. He walked a few feet left and right, took a short hop here and there, and finally stopped to meditate upon his thoughts for a few seconds. Finally, he turned to Kalar and Garro, and asked but one question. His exp Janus: "Where is Schwa?" Those three words resonated throughout the night, and Kalar and Garro suddenly felt nothing but an intense desire to answer his question as truthfully as they could. Was it all they could do? Garro spoke before Kalar could raise his hand to offer a suggestion. Garro: "He's at Crystal Psipalace, along with Sensae and many of the other Psi Warriors. Why?" Janus: "I see. And Yiusi?" Garro: "We... we don't know. The last I heard of her, she went into exile after you disappeared. From what I gather, she blamed the entire event on herself..." Janus had not answered Garro's question, but finally gave an ambiguous response. Perhaps he was keeping something from Garro. Perhaps he was protecting him? Janus: "No, no, it wasn't her fault, I can tell you that much. You're sure he's at Crystal Psipalace? I need to meet him there. I have something to tell him. Something to find there, as well... It's very important to me." Garro: "Yes, it's where I retrieved the book that helped to summon you. I saw him there." Janus: "Good. Thank you, both of you... It's good to be back. I will discuss this more later. For now, I must act. Meet me at the old spot in 24 hours. I need some time to recollect my thoughts." Without even waiting for a response, Janus filled himself with that same purple light, and clutched his bag. He rocketed off into the night, presumably in the direction of the Crystal Psipalace. Moving at an uncharted speed, the wind itself was cut by his approach, which grew ever faster as the moments passed. Garro and Kalar were awestruck... Kalar: "Since when can he fly?" Garro: "And more importantly, what could he need to tell Schwa?" Kalar: "I'm not sure... But for the time being, I think we need to just smile and nod. Come on, we've got somewhere to go." Garro nodded, and a pair of angelic wings sprouted from his back as Kalar made a hydraulic leap off the building and onto another rooftop. The old meeting place, he thought... This would be a blast from the past. --------------- Evan, too, had started moving. There was a lot to be done, a lot that needed to happen in order to adapt to this sudden change in events. Evan: "He has returned, we need to be ready for what is about to happen. This is the hailing of a very important event in this timeline. Now that Janus is back, great things are afoot. You may have heard of him, you may not. I can't be sure, considering your nature. What I can be sure of is that we have to meet him at Crystal Psipalace for this whole thing to go off without a hitch. And we have to get there in time. We have to move! Now!" He dashed out of his ruinous domain, stuffing his Master Emerald shards, now glowing violently, into his leather waistcoat. He checked one more time to make sure every inch of his skin was covered, and leapt off into the sky, filling himself with Chaos energy... "Chaos Control!!!" He felt the now-controlled energy keep him aloft, and sped off into the skies like a flash, leaving Shen in the dust... if she couldn't keep up, that is. (edited by Grey on 04-04-06 03:23 AM)
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[12:55] (Dr_Death16); I swear, the word drama needs to be stricken from the dictionary, for I've heard it so many times, it will permanently be imprinted on my brain Since: 11-17-05 From: Kingston, Rhode Island Last post: 5907 days Last view: 5907 days
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