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Neverlight OFFLINE Forum Posts: 22	Posted: Thu, 03/12/2015 06:45 (9 Years ago)
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Posted: Wed, 02/12/2015 19:14 (9 Years ago)

The year is 1945. The Allied powers had driven the Nazi regime into the ground, with unconditional surrender seeming to be on the horizon. We thought we had won. How foolish we were. Hitler refused to give up so easily. As the British forces closed in on Berlin, he activated a fail safe now known as Operation Z. In seconds he had an army to wage war against not only the Allies, but death itself. He raised an army of the dead. Our forces never knew what hit them. The unstoppable march of the zombies swallowed our troops, and as our ranks thinned, theirs swelled. Within days Germany was overrun with 70,000,000 starving undead. There was just one design aspect that the German people had not expected. Zombies don't care about nationality. They consume all. Most of Germany's population was turned quickly. Old allegiances were soon forgotten, the lines between German, Russian, and British blurring to leave only one people. Survivors.

Breath, shoot, breath, shoot. Karl Fairburn was in a rhythm now, each bullet splattering an undead's brain. His fellow survivors, Franz and Sally, stood beside him, each one in a fight for their life. The horde grew closer, but it was thinning fast. They just might make it out of here alive! Suddenly, a high pitched wail pierced through the low moans. "Suizid!" Franz screamed, as two zombies sprinted through the horde. Each was cloaked in blood and carried several grenades. Karl quickly shifted his sights to the Suiciders, desperately trying to kill them. One bullet sent the front one down. The second shot was not so lucky. The monster latched itself onto poor Franz, raising its arms in a cross. A massive explosion rocked the earth, cutting off the horrible wail. The two remaining snipers were thrown to the ground, showering them with pieces of Franz. The moans grew louder as they were surrounded. Karl lay there, waiting for death, when something in his pocket grew hot. He pulled the object out. It was the strange golden spool they had found. One end glowed orange from the heat, while the markings on the side pulsed. The pulsing grew stronger, rippling the air, ending finally with a loud crack and a flash of light. Whatever was happening, it was big. Really big.

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Posted: Wed, 02/12/2015 15:54 (9 Years ago)

All are excepted. Please edit out the password. Also, HaloChief117 I'd just like to say that although you are excepted, your characters age doesn't really fit that well with his history. To not only have become the leader of a Special Ops marine strike team, then complete nearly five missions with said strike team, would have taken him longer than just four years of service. Other than that you are good. I will set up the RP thread tomorrow.

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Posted: Tue, 01/12/2015 09:44 (9 Years ago)

A knife blade of pain jerked Vannister back to reality. His eyes focused on the figure dabbing at his wound. Nathana had come to help him. Guess that bloody bird had made up for his rude awakening. He grabbed her wrist, gently pushing it away from his shoulder. "Perhaps you could figure out how to get the thing out first before you start poking it?" He glanced at the metal shaft. "No was to snap it off. At least not with what we have here." His words passed through gritted teeth, and the pain was making him a bit delirious. "Thanks for coming though." His eyes wandered over her, noting the dark scales along her jawline. Those were new. The Raven circled above them for a moment, landing on the ground at his side. It hopped onto his lap, nudging him with its head. He chuckled, patting her on the head. "Yeah you did good little one."

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Posted: Mon, 30/11/2015 08:01 (9 Years ago)

(Vannister's POV)

Worry passed through me at the question. I had no ide what she was asking! Did I know? How was I supposed to answer that? The truthful answer would be no, but she asked for help... An image was injected into my mind like a mental needle. Dreamscape had heard the question through my mind, and was showing me something! The scene took shape in my mind, as my face hardened into a glare. That little bastard. And I thought Kaden was a seducer. I turned my attention back to Aurora. I leaned in closer, speaking into her ear. "Yes. I will help you." A sizzling noise came from above our heads. I looked up to see what looked like the very light was condensing, forming a small blue stone. My reached out, closing my fingers around the object, and everything went white.

(Dreamscape's POV)

This "rescue Aurora" thing was working out way better than I ever expected! Now I knew that Aurora had witnessed last nights activities as well, and she wanted out. All we needed was for Kaden to offer her that way out. The Dawn Stone formed above the twos heads, and Vanni grabbed it. White light exploded off of him, bathing the crowd in its glow. Why was this evolution so bright? It was normally a much softer shine than this. His body stretched, reforming under the light of the stone. In just a few moments it was done. He stood there, six inches taller than the gardevoir next to him, his hand still on her crystal. Her hand now touched a crystal of his own. The two hearts flashed red light in the same beat. I grimaced. This was what I had been afraid of. They were the two from the stories, lovers across time. At least I had already worked out the whole "relationship" thing with Aurora. The rest of the village however... The chieftain moved forward, his eyes wide with shock. "The Day has finally come! The lovers are reunited!" Suddenly, Roland pushed through the crowd, a look of fury on his face. "She was promised to me, not this human bred worm..." He growled. Sensing danger, the villagers moved back. The chief frowned. "Roland, do you not know the significance of this? The prophecy must be completed. I am sorry, but she can't b-" the younger Gallade knocked the chief aside. "Shut up old man. I will have my bride, prophecy be damned!" His blades stretched outward, as he pointed at Vannister. "Well wormling? What have you to say?" Vannister glanced at Aurora, before placing himself between the Gardevoir and Roland. "I say that you revoked your rights to her when you took another." A gardevoir in the crowd gave a small squeak, and a snicker escaped me. He continued, " You don't deserve her. This tribe doesn't deserve such a weak successor." His own blades extended, as he glared at Roland. "I challenge you for her." Roland laughed loudly, before suddenly lunging at Vannister. A loud crack rang out as their blades connected, Vannister having blocked Roland's attack. I turned my mind to Aurora. "Get over here quickly girl, before you get caught in the crossfire! Kaden has something for you as well. And don't worry about Vannister. Roland doesn't stand a chance!"

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Posted: Mon, 30/11/2015 04:37 (9 Years ago)

(So the full dance isn't all that important, so I'm not going to take the time to write it out. It's basically the Dancing Dragon though, with a few small changes.)

(Vannister's POV)

Aurora seemed to be lost in thought as I approached her, but came back to reality when I stood before her. She smiled, seemingly much more comfortable with the ceremony. We began the dance, which I realized was some strange fighting exercise. It loosened my muscles, made me feel stronger as I moved. I was rather enjoying the feeling. It was the same feeling I got when battling. My eyes wandered across the onlookers. There was Kaden at the back. The sight of him brought memories of last night to the front of his mind. The turmoil in his mind sent his powers out of control. Psychic energy crackled through the air as I moved, following the motions of my hands. It appeared as though I was directing purple lightning through my body. Some in the crowd looked worriedly at the chief, but he simply nodded and gesture to continue. We danced, emotional energy filling the air, sending the crowd into a gentle sway. One last step. I turned toward her, finishing the dance. I could feel a slight twinge of jealousy from Dreamscape as my hand rested on Aurora. A crack sounded in my mind as she completed the mental circuit. A flood of emotions washed over me, hers I assumed. I was surprised to find how angry and upset she was, not at all what she was portraying physically. I knew my own emotions must have been dumped into her as well. I stood looking into her eyes, awaiting the question.

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Posted: Sun, 29/11/2015 19:18 (9 Years ago)

The sound of violence triggered Vennidal's activation sequence, detaching the plugs at the base of her neck. Her eyes flicked open, and she quickly scanned the area. "Threat detected. Signs indicate two detonations. Mk 2 Grenades. Several minor injuries, two major. Organic repair protocol activating." Her bare feet shuffled slowly across the wood panel floor, through the building to the front door. As she walked, nearby electronics reached out to her like beggars before a queen. She opened the door, stepping into air still clogged with dust. She turned, ignoring the barely contained chaos in the street, and walked to the girl leaning against the wall. She stood over her, searching for any signs of internal damage. Her attention was drawn to the blankness of the girls eyes. Query: What is wrong with her optics? She knelt next the girl, completely oblivious to her surroundings. She had a very limited understanding of personal space, which was blatantly obvious as she gently ran her fingers across the girls face. For all her knowledge, she was unaware of the concept of blindness. Her own eyes were wide with curiosity, as she moved her face uncomfortably close to the other girls. "Why are your optics like that?" She asked softly.

Vannister's mind was in torment. He desperately tried to hold Genocide back, but was beginning to slip. His mind mellowed, as if some strange aphrodisiac was dulling his senses. He knew what had to be done. If he didn't, his friends would be in even more peril. His mind sank below the surface. The chain slipped free. The beasts whole body slackened for a moment as the Demon took near full control. It's eyes were glazed over at first, but quickly took on the color and texture of toxic oil. The hand of the beast clenched down so hard on the assassin's ankles, an audible crack rang out. It tossed it's prey into the nearby field, lunging after it. This was Vannister's last action before letting Genocide run, simply to remove the beast from his allies immediate area. The unfortunate man's screams where cut short by barbed tongues plunging down his throat. Claws and teeth and barbs tore and crushed. True horror is not know until one witnesses the blood rage of a Demon. Soon, all that was left was a mangled, bloody husk, lying silently in the field. Genocide hunched over it, panting heavily.

(I wasn't exactly sure how descriptive I could be on what Genocide did to the guy, so I went with a "safer" alternative. Let me know if this is still to much. I always have to ask about this, since as it turns out, more people than you might think are a bit disgusted by my graphic writing style XD)

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Posted: Sat, 28/11/2015 10:21 (9 Years ago)

(Vannister's POV)
The ceremony was fairly simple as far as I could tell. It was actually very similar in form to human marriage ceremonies, which made me feel a bit awkward. Aurora would be waiting at the edge of the cliffs, with the rest of the village forming two groups I would walk between. Once there, we would preform a sequence of movements, almost a dance together, and would end with my hand resting on her crystal and hers on my chest. She would ask me a question, and here is where things got a bit uncomfortable for me. I wouldn't know what the question would be, but it would be extremely intimate. I had to answer truthfully, or apparently the stone would not work. Said stone would them be tossed into the air, and we would each each grab hold with our free hand, forming a triangle with the stone as the final point. And it would happen. I would evolve. I sighed. No pressure here. We finally made it to the cliffs, where the villagers were already in place. Emily was there, with Dreamscape on her shoulder. Kaden and Jasper were there as well, at the back of the crowd. I gave a quick glance at the chief, who nodded encouragingly. I sighed, and walked forward towards Aurora.

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Posted: Sat, 28/11/2015 09:46 (9 Years ago)

Hoodie pushed himself up slowly, feeling his joints pop slightly. His leg held only a twinge of pain now, far less than before the medicine. His pistol quickly found its way to his hand, with a new magazine being pushed in. "Well then, " He said. "If it's only twenty little wolves, we should be just fine."

Springtrap bolted through the forest, his phantoms silently following. He knew they were disappointed, but he also knew that they couldn't stand fire. They would get them next time though... next time. The sound of howling spurred him onward. The closer he got to the sound, the more excited he grew. He wasn't sure what he planned to do, but he knew he wanted to do it. He felt something prod his mind, as if searching for something. He glanced at the ruined bear phantom, which gave him a short nods before vanishing. Whoever was searching was about to have the scare of a lifetime!

The bear found itself near two woman, one sleeping on the ground. A deep, distorted laughed echoed from within its burnt she'll of a body. The sound was haunting, and seemed incredibly sad for some reason. It was like someone laughing from the sheer misery of it all, their body feeling the need to break the oppressive atmosphere. The phantom limped slowly towards them, it's blank eyes locked on the taller woman. It wasn't a threatening moron though. More an instinct search for the help it so desperately wanted. "Save Them." It creaked mournfully.

(Ok, so just in case you were wondering, the phantom animatronics cannot cause physical harm. They can manipulate certain gasses, and also make a huge racket, but they are purely mental creatures. They can appear as hallucinations to other people, existing solely in that persons mind.)

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Neverlight OFFLINE Forum Posts: 22	Posted: Fri, 27/11/2015 10:37 (9 Years ago)
	Cool :D I'm going to post again for her, but just this once. I won't make a post for each character in the future. Edit: on second thought I'll just wait for others to post first. [Read more]

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Posted: Fri, 27/11/2015 10:09 (9 Years ago)

The bird circled the girl, obviously still distrustful of her. It gave a short squawk, as if to say, "No funny business," before shooting out of the cave and into the trees. Even if the serpent woman couldn't keep up, she would be able to track her. Probably.

Vannister had managed, through much effort and pain, to pull the arrow out of the tree. He was now seated against it, blood running down his arm and pooling beneath him. He did his best to stop the bleeding, but the effort only moved the shaft causing more pain and more blood. Hands at his sides, his mind began to wander. The blood loss and pain were making him confused, pulling up terrible memories of the past. Flames danced before his eyes, screams blood and bodies. His village was burning, and rocks were blocking many of the doors. The screams were from those houses. In the streets, there was no one left to scream. Mangled bodies were tossed everywhere. And in the center of town? The gallows, with a single body hanging in the flames. All he could here was screaming, crying, crackling fire... and laughter. His laughter.

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Posted: Thu, 26/11/2015 06:49 (9 Years ago)

The phantoms retreated, hissing angrily at the flames. Springtrap simply stood there, his arm still held out. He didn't stay there for long. The dragon let out a burst of sound, tossing the metal rabbit backwards into the trees. The scream that came from his mouth was terrible, filled with hate and rage. How dare this stupid beast try and hurt him! Springtrap launched himself foreword, snagging Boomer by the tail and jerking him to the ground. Holding him down with his yellowed paw, he slowly reached down to snap this beasts neck. His attention was drawn suddenly by the sound of howls, echoing through the woods. He turned back to the dragon. "Next time." He spat, giving him a sharp kick in the ribs. He turned jogging off into the trees and out of sight.

Taker nudged Hoodie awake, telling him to ready for battle. He fingered the edge of his blade lovingly. "Good thing I gave this thing a silver edge." He turned to face towards the forest, tapping his foot impatiently. "Think it's to much to hope that Springtrap will just kill them all?

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Posted: Thu, 26/11/2015 04:51 (9 Years ago)

Whoops. I didn't remember there being a hacker guy. At any rate, is there a specific reason you don't want people to have the same/similar powers? I mean I get that it would be boring if everyone was the same, and you want people to get creative with their powers, but two people with similar power on opposing sides doesn't seem all that bad to me. Furthermore, the two characters only share a single similar ability, "hacking" machines. The other character does possess a form of kinesis, but it is telekinesis, rather than technokinesis. This distinction nullifies that issue. I believe that my characters "hacking" is certainly similar to Death's in some ways, but also has enough differences to get past the "same power" rule. If you disagree, I'll be happy to change it though. Your RP, your rules after all.

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Posted: Wed, 25/11/2015 20:45 (9 Years ago)

YES. I was hoping we could have more characters. Time for little sis to shake things up >:)

Name: Vennidal Krakalenge
Alias: Trojan
Age: 12
Gender: Female
Alliance: Vannister ~~Squad 1~~
Interests: Anything that whirrs, beeps, clicks or buzzes. She enjoys ~~winning~~ playing chess, as well as browsing the internet in search of more knowledge.

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Personality: Her personality is a bit... sketchy. Sure she has one, but she is so much a machine that her feelings and emotions have warped to fit her mechanical mind. She hardly ever displays any emotion at all, though a hot temper seems to run in the family, and her decisions are based almost entirely only cold hard logic. She speaks very softly, and practically in a monotone, with her words being strange and program based. If someone were to ask her how she has been, her reply would be along the lines of, "Your concern is unfounded. The day has been quite pleasant for me. Protocol dictates that I should return the question. How are you?" Due to the fact that her brain works much faster than a normal humans, she sees most other people as "Foolish primates." One thing her programing has not erased is her loyalty and affection for her brother. He is one of the few people she sees as an equal, and would gladly die for him. She even show signs of actual emotion when talking to him.

Abilities/Super power: According to her, she can "hear the whispers of the machines." In actuality her abilities are a bit more sophisticated than that. Her most obvious power, if you can even call it that, is her near completely mechanical body. Her bones, muscles, veins, organs, and even blood have all been replaced with synthetic counterparts. The only organic components left are her skin and most of her brain. Due to the fact that she is almost completely made of titanium, she is stronger and more durable than the average human. Her body can adapt itself to most situations, and can fit any computer port she may run across including car key slots. She also possesses a degree of technokinesis, being able to operate or command machine from a fairly long distance. This however, is not her most powerful ability. What makes her so useful is the fact that she can "speak to machines." With a verbal command, she can force machines to bend to her will, no matter how secure it is. If you give her internet access, she can connect to it through her mind. Firewalls crumble before her, passwords practically crack themselves for fear of her. If it is powered by electricity, it is hers to control. Only problem with this is that she doesn't fight. At all. Not even with machines. If she had a chance to kill Hitler, she wouldn't do it. Violence of any sort disgusts her. Ironically enough, her new artificial life gave her a better understanding of how sacred true life was.

History: Her past is just as shadowy as Vannister's, having arrived along with him. She was quite young then, and her powers were only just beginning to take hold. Her body slowly assimilated the machine parts, with the organic originals simply disappearing. Her child like demeanor faded as well, being replaced with a rabid curiosity. Once she learned to tap into internet signals, she spent a full week intaking as much information as she could. She didn't eat. She didn't sleep. She simply learned. As time went by her body finished it's transformation, leaving her as a fully functioning android. She didn't mind. In fact, she reveled in her new abilities, always on the hunt for some new scarp of knowledge.

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Posted: Wed, 25/11/2015 20:33 (9 Years ago)

(Your not afraid huh?. In the words of Yoda, "You will be" XD)

The girls words were met with not thing but gnashing teeth and savage growls. Genocide snapped his jaws only inches from her face, as he stared straight into her eyes. He knew she wouldn't back down though, and as much as he would have liked to ignore her, he could not disobey a direct order from his leader. His snarls turned to low rumbling pout noises, as he turned back to his prey

Gripping the mans legs tightly, he hoisted him into the air until he was eye level with Ricky. He placed a single claw to his stomach, pressing gently. "If you lie..." He left it at that. He desperately hoped he would lie, feeling a hot bloodlust in his veins.

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Posted: Wed, 25/11/2015 10:03 (9 Years ago)

Skin-Taker rose, stepping over to stand beside Didact. "Look kid. Just stop. Your trying to argue the merits of telling us your weak point with someone who is nearly a god of war. The only smart thing about telling us would be maybe raising our trust of you." He warped behind Levex, pricking his neck with the tip of his blade, before warping back to his original spot. "It's that easy. And I'm not even that strong." He slipped back over to Hoodie.

Springtrap watched the phantoms slip through the trees. Everyone was in place. He nodded to the mangled phantom next to him. The thing swung across the tree branches, emitting a what sounded like a cross between microphone feedback, screaming babies, and nails on a chalkboard. The volume shook the fragile building nearly to pieces, as the phantom circled the dragon. The other four phantoms surrounded Boomer, circling in time with the screecher. Two coughed out plumes of noxious gas, while the other two produced a thick fog from every joint. Soon the area was completely flooded with fog, gas and noise. Only then did Springtrap approach the dragon. His hated filled eyes locked with Boomers. "You can't save them." He held out a hand, which turned black as night. "Follow Me."

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Posted: Tue, 24/11/2015 10:06 (9 Years ago)

Springtrap stared through the foliage. A large winged creature stood before the safe room. What was it doing here? It's colorful appearance reminded him of the more kid friendly toy animatronics. It seemed to be sentient as well... A translucent heap of scrap hung from the tree branches next to him, emitting a soft radio static noise. The phantom watched the dragon hungrily. A look from Springtrap told her it was not yet time. They stood in silence, watching.

Hoodie stared at the distraught woman. Skye must really be in a state for her to be like this. He sighed shaking his head. "I will be brief. First however..." He felt a soft tingling in his face. The blackness dripped down, melting away. His red eyes faded, leaving behind sky blue ones. The second skin faded completely, leaving only his true face behind. He pulled back his hood, staring into Galadriel's eyes. "You must understand the importance of Theark to my people." He raised his hand, and the black ooze reappeared. It stretched up from his hand, forming a small statuette in the shape of a man in a suit. The faceless thing sat for a moment, before a soft static filled voice echoed from it.

"Lady Galadriel, our world is dying. Stopping your enemy will not change this fact. My people... My children... They don't deserve the hand fate has dealt them. Even monsters should get a happy ending. That is why we need Theark. I cannot tell you exactly what it is, but what I will tell you is that without it, millions will die. I cannot allow this. Theark will be my peoples paradise. And should your mission destroy that paradise, Hoodie and Skin-Taker will have no choice but to try and stop you. They will help you for now though. I will allow you that. Good day." The statuette crumbled, sliding back across Hoodies face.

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Posted: Tue, 24/11/2015 09:39 (9 Years ago)

The gun barrel pointed at his face crumpled, twisting and bending as if it had been nothing more than clay. He vaguely registered the movement of the injured girls arm. Was that her doing? Must have been. Even if the gunshot would have done nothing, he would need to thank her later. He returned his full attention to the now helpless man. As his fanged grin grew wider he felt new tongues growing in his throat. With minimal force, he knocked the assassin to the ground. His right hand pressed him firmly against the asphalt. He would not be escaping any time soon. The urge to smash this pathetic scrap of meat into a red stain on the floor was nearly overwhelming, as the thick ropes of flesh behind his teeth writhed.

(I'm not sure what I did it said that got you so angry someplayers. Whatever it was, I really did not mean to offend you. I just wanted to let you know a small detail that wouldn't be possible. And I didn't ignore what you posted. I just acted in the line of thinking that your vacuum thing didn't work. Seeing as Genocide wouldn't have been effected by a lack of air anyway, I didn't feel the need to mention the fact that your plan didn't work. Again, I'm sorry for whatever upset you.)

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Posted: Mon, 23/11/2015 09:15 (9 Years ago)

(Just to let you know, unless this assassin was using a grenade from WW1, the grenade would have no problem exploding in a vacuum. Most modern grenades have a chemical trigger these days. You should probably have asked before telling us what our characters did, even if it wasn't a big control. Just a heads up before Finhawk gets on.)

Genocide felt the small metal object flu down his throat. His jaws instinctively snapped shut, just missing the caged mans hand, and severing his tongues in the process. He reared back, black ooze leaking from between his teeth. Something clicked in his chest, giving him just enough time for the thought of, "God dammit Genocide!" to cross his mind, before his torso exploded. Luckily for the others, his chest muffled the blast and shrapnel. Unluckily for them, it threw bits of Genocide sludge everywhere. He fell backwards, flailing wildly. His claws just missed taking Trix's head off, carving deep scratches in the street. Black blood pored from his disintegrated chest, which was currently just scraps of meant clinging to the bones. His eyes closed, pain and fury flooding his mind. He couldn't keep them open...

The eyes of the demon snapped open, blood red light pouring from them. Slowly, it rose, a look of absolute hate burning outward. Though its body was mangled and torn, it seemed not to effect it in the slightest. It stared down at the assassin, who still stood in a ring of writhing tongues. "Leave now." It growled. "Or face your eternal judgement."

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Posted: Sun, 22/11/2015 09:36 (9 Years ago)

Link sighed, shaking his head at Quill's antics. He turned back to Leve. "Believe me, that monster is much more than some children's toy. It wanted to kill us. All of us." He walked to the rock where Hoodie and Skin-Taker sat. He sat down next to them, ignoring Taker's suspicious glances. Images began flashing in his mind, strange memories that were not his own. Water. Sunlight filtering beneath the surface of a lake. Pain in his chest. Eyes, black as night and dripping blood. He shook it off, assuming was simply an effect of being near the to men.

Hoodie didn't mind Link sitting with them. At least they seemed to have gained his trust for sure. He gazed at Altariel, finally making up his mind. He directed a thought to the fiery woman. "I wish to speak to Galadriel. Alone." He closed his eyes, forming an image in his mind. A wide empty field, stretching forever. His mind entered this new dreamscape,as well as figuratively leaving the door open for Galadriel's conciseness. He waited. To the others it would seem as though he was simply sleeping.

(When Skye and Galadriel's fuse it makes a new being right? It's like a mix of them, but they also have their separate minds within? )

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