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The Shadows That Keep (Open and Accepting)
Forum-Index → Roleplay → The Shadows That Keep (Open and Accepting)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? )

Quill began wiping off the wood chips of his jacket. "May as well practice a bit... Anyway Springy is interested mostly on me. So that's a good thing. Well for you guys..." Rocket looked at Quill say. He didn't want to tell Peter that his son just got killed by a man eating bot. Lockehorn gave Altariel a worried expression. They didn't' want their master dead.
Boomer had found the same shack that Hoodie and Skin taker were first attacked. The scent had gotten extremely powerful. He thought the Springtrap was in there.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-Extract from Invictus, William Ernest Henley
"We're going to need a better plan than that." Jorge muttered.
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-Extract from Invictus, William Ernest Henley
"But you have to, and you know that."
"I know it, but that will not make it so."
"Galadriel! Skye will be fine when you return!"
"No she will not!"
"Yes she will!" Galadriel growled, and soon Altariel felt herself expelled from the dreamscape. She sighed. Of all the bloody times...
Galadriel arrived into the dreamscape with a loud crack, annoyance clearly written on her face. She muttered. "Do not take this wrongly Hoodie, but currently I wish to return to Skye, so it would be good if you could hasten the proceedings."
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4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-Extract from Invictus, William Ernest Henley
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.

Galadriel nodded and curtsied to the statue of what she assumed was Slenderman. Then she turned and left the dreamscape, returning to see Skye was sleeping rather fitfully. Galadriel faintly heard words spoken in English, but most of the muttered words seemed to be in French - a language she had no proficiency in.
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Boomer snuffed the air. The decay had got stronger. His ears perked up. He heard something, but didn't locate it. He had one mission right now: Locate Springy.
Quill shook his head. "The last thing ye want to do right now is show of, Levex." Quill said "nor piss off Didact. He will disintegrate ye." Rocket began to upgrade Quills custom guns. More ammo capacity and more power. Just like everybody in the group. (Yes this is making Quill slightly More OP.)
In her mind, Altariel snickered. Weren't they all showing off, currently? Galadriel was still blocking her out, for one reason or another, which somewhat annoyed her, but she knew it would be quite useful blackmail material once she needed it.
Galadriel closed her eyes and tried to call down. Her own annoyance was rubbing off on Skye, she knew that much at the very least. She didn't want to cause her mate more distress, but she found she was currently cranky, upset, worried and annoyed at the world in general. There was Theark, the new arrival, and the fate of the multiverse to boot that they had to deal with - yet she felt that sometimes she and Didact were the only ones even vaguely aware of it.
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4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-Extract from Invictus, William Ernest Henley
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-Extract from Invictus, William Ernest Henley
4. It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
-Extract from Invictus, William Ernest Henley
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."
