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2023

Enheduanna

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She is, however, somewhat surprised when, the moment they exit the pocket dimension, they vanish in a puff of smoke and shadow, appearing by Pyro's side, as shown by one of Yuriel's many displays.

"Well," Jane says, raising an eyebrow. "That's new. Maybe I should have kept the Alar field up. Goddamn magic."

"I will never understand how you say that with a straight face," Yuriel replies. "Your god is literally Magery."

"That's Divine Lord Magery-sama to you, despicable heathen!" Jane says, a scythe appearing in her hands. The blade is long and viciously curved, and the edge appears in multiple dimensions at once to Yuriel's trained eyes.

"Put that away before you hurt somebody."

"Kid, you'd better check yourself before you wreck yourself."

"That's it," Yuriel says flatly. "I give up. Sarah, get her out of here. I have work to do."

"He--" is all Jane gets time to say, before she is suddenly ejected from the room, appearing in the last place Yuriel was - the Tower. "Oh, when I get out of here, Agent Light , you and I are going to have words. "

She strolls over nearby Duncan, scythe resting casually over her shoulder.

"So," she says. "How's life?"

"Do... I know you?" he asks, taking in her short, red hair, glinting emerald eyes, and the light dusting of freckles over her cheeks.

"If I told you, I'd have to kill you!" she says with a smile. "Now, I heard you had a bit of a demon problem?"

Then a sword slashes her in half.

" This? This is what they send against me? A half-baked abomination of flesh and steel?" Natasha's voice is as savage as her smile.

"Not all of us get lucky enough to become the living embodiment of an Absolute's will, missy - some of us had to work for our power."

Jane flows--quite literally, as the bottom half of her body disintegrates into dust--around Natasha's sword, reforming without a single mark.

"Aim for where her armour isn't!" the SADIST shouts, then disappears.

29-Jan-2015 11:37:00 - Last edited on 29-Jan-2015 12:05:49 by Enheduanna

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2023

Enheduanna

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If you saw something in those posts that you thought was a reference to something, it probably was.

I only wish I had enough room all the other jokes I wanted to make. Oh well. Jane'll be back soon enough, so I'll add the ones I remember then.

P.S if anyone's wondering, SADIST stands for Sabotage, Assassination, Demolition and Intelligence Special Trooper. I'd say Jane was another nation's answer to Yuriel, but she predates him by half a millenium.*

* some of you might believe that was just a number I picked off the top of my head in order to be superior to Eno. Some of you would also be wrong! XD

29-Jan-2015 12:16:05 - Last edited on 29-Jan-2015 12:16:38 by Enheduanna

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2011

Ignitheus

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Pyro drifts off into an alert slumber. He dreams about Infernus and the people there, especially Seraphine. A phase of regret flows over him as he sees himself to using that damn portal to reach the human world, but remembers his reason behind it was to find Zamorak. Without warning, Pyro is awoken by a presence nearby, only to find his hellhounds have returned.

Dreaming about her again, Pyro?

Oh shut up. I got smacked into a wall and I needed time to rest, on top of the other damage I felt beforehand. Then I found myself drifting off until you two showed up.

Uh uh... sure. Look sire, if you keep thinking about her, you'll loose sight of your main goal. As blunt as it is, she's a distraction right now.

Pyro's flames intensifies for a moment, but settles down.

Don't speak of her that way in front of me, but yes, I do understand. I haven't gone off course... not entirely.

You got pulled out of the Underworld and into a new one. How is that not off course? Aridius is probably concerned about you too.

Pyro sighs in irritation.

I can take care of Aridius later, but I'm not concerned about that now. Did you find anyone?

Yeah, we found someone. We'll show you the way.

Pyro gets up, and with his armor completely fixed, follows the hounds back into the tower. As he follows, realizing he's on his own once again, he remembers giving his cloak to that armored human, who is nowhere is sight.

Damn it all. I wish there was a lava pool somewhere...

29-Jan-2015 20:12:59 - Last edited on 29-Jan-2015 21:19:19 by Ignitheus

Sir Duncan88

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I kind of assumed that Natasha would either be immune (based on her apparent immunity to Ash*in’s lightning, which is, alongside fire, plasma) or would just counter or block the attack anyway. Either way, I think I made a reasonable assumption even if my exact thoughts were incorrect.

Either way, it’s time for my first ever flashback! I’ve got little to no history for this character beforehand, so it’s going to be a little plain. Don’t expect any tragic deaths.

---

“Okay, that was strange.” Says the cloaked fighter as he begins to take in what the stranger had said. Some of us had to work for our power...

And like that he is taken back to his early training days in Drakton. Ok, it wasn’t that long ago, maybe ten years when he started but what he’s remembering is more like four years ago. Alright. Back to the plot.

“And then you spread the flames out like so-“says a wizened voice, as a quiet rushing of fire permeates the room. The source of the voice, an old man with a long grey beard and red robes with a wide brimmed hat - pretty much your stereotypical wizard – holds out both gnarled hands, pressing an ever expanding disc of fire until it reaches the size of an average human. A group of four young students gingerly do the same. Eventually, they shakily produce their own discs.

Then they step through.

That had been the first time he’d ever entered the realm known as the ‘phoenix plane’. The official term was ‘potential fire plane’, but the phoenix thing sounded more poetic so people tended to use that, and he could see why. He remembered that first time just as clearly now, even though he’d seen so much more of it since. The whole place was alight.

31-Jan-2015 15:19:41

Sir Duncan88

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It was blinding. At first, that is. Once his eyes had adjusted, something only possible thanks to the years of practice put in, he’d seen it properly. First of all, there was a general yellowy-orange-redness to it, as is usually the case with fire. Probably because that was how it was always imagined. Even though pure fire in its bare, antigravity state is just a glowing orb of blue, no matter where you looked here you got a sense of incandescence. Secondly he saw how similar it was to a typical universe. Nebulae of different coloured fires swirled enormously and sluggishly around clusters of huge solid flame planets.

A flock of what looked like tiny hummingbirds that had sprung forth from flames flittered past, several of them stopping and hovering curiously around the student pyroconjurer, before darting off into the glowing haze.

But what he remembered most was seeing the phoenix star for the first time. It was sort of like seeing the sun, only it somehow fills your entire vision, even though it doesn’t fill the whole sky. And it wasn’t white, like you’d expect. It wasn’t dark either. It was so bright you couldn’t see it. It wasn’t invisible though. Whatever colour it happened to be was a spectrum all on its own.

He had to work to get this far, and he’s not about to let it all go to nothing just because some arrogant solar warrior has decided that she is superior to everyone else.

”You know, I think she might be on to something.”

He takes a step toward the Shadowforger, dismissing his armour and weapons.

Then he concentrates, focussing on her wings. I think I‘ve figured it out, he thinks to himself, vanishing into the phoenix plane. Reappearing in a quiet, dark room, he swiftly pulls two basic steel long-swords off a shelf and vanishes into the flames again.

31-Jan-2015 15:20:06 - Last edited on 31-Jan-2015 15:23:51 by Sir Duncan88

Sir Duncan88

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Surrounded by vast clouds of fire, he tries to discern the heat from the light. At first it seems impossible, with this being a realm of fire. So far he had only trained to use this as a resource for fire, but hadn’t quite grasped its true nature. It had all seemed a bit suspicious.

He thinks about his immunity to light and heat, rather than fire. Something which had always seemed odd, he hadn’t quite managed to get fire by itself and instead had gotten its two main components. Then it happens; the light splits from the heat. Describing what it looks like would be about as easy as describing how a coral polyp breaks wind, so I’m not even going to try.

He enters the light plane...and instantly adjusts. He can see every colour there, as well as some completely outside the electromagnetic spectrum, unsure how that’s supposed to possible. Again, I’m not going to try and describe it. It’s a thread where you can have less-than-nothing, you can have impossible colours as well.

My point is, large discs of flame make wonderful portals for a pyroconjurer, and now large dragon wings made of light are going to be an excellent portal for a luxoconjurer.

Before she has time to even guess what the mage is doing, the Shadowforger feels something or someone come out of the back of the left wing. Any onlooker from behind would see an arm wielding a long-sword, and a head emerge from the light. He sees every gap in her armour from here, and he immediately lodges the sword into one of them driving it hilt-deep through.

And then he is gone again. The attack probably won’t do any damage, but should be enough to shock her enough for the next step to happen. He bursts out of the other wing, spinning round behind her. Without giving her time to pull the sword out, effortless though it would have been, he does it for her, finding that all that is left is a hilt, the liquid sunlight having completely dissolved it.

31-Jan-2015 15:21:58

Sir Duncan88

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While he takes this in, however, he realizes he made a stupid mistake. By hesitating, he has given his opponent more than enough time for a being such as herself to find him and attack him.

If she sees him, she will see that his irises glow with the hidden spectrums of the light planes.

---

So, I’d never intended to go all out light attacks, but I felt that for story reasons I needed a power up. Which, of course, translates to ‘a completely new set of powers’.

I** not sure where we are on the grounds of deciding actual actions etc. of other characters. I won’t do it without the person’s permission, so if you’re OK with any of it (provided I keep it in character or avoid dialogue etc.) for the sake of story progression, just let me know. Otherwise just don’t say and I won’t do any character controlling.

31-Jan-2015 15:22:32

Vrangr Wayne

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((The context to some of this has been uploaded to the FF wiki as a blog post, so as to cut down on length of filler lore content in this fairly uneventful post.))

You return to command of your body to find a battered corpse draped over the wreckage of the Tower’s lower balconies.

“Shattered ribs, bisected shoulderblade.
Vestigal remnants of left arm.
Right leg AWOL.
Tower fence driven through abdomen.

Prognosis- Death by bloodloss.
Unconsciousness in 23 seconds.
Immediate response required.”

You’re in shock, both from the injuries and the sudden change. You now move freely in parts of your mind that had of late been a more perilous destination than the heart of the Harbinger’s court. The rapturous sensation of completion, of knowing who you are is something you hope shall never end, but while you have been re-wrought by the renewing of your mind, another reconstruction is needed.

You grit your teeth, preparing yourself for yet another pass through the crucible.

Bone and steel shriek in chorus as you raise your right hand from the wreckage making up your deathbed.

“Rothelim.” The word slips from between your lips, accompanied by blood pumped up by your tattered lungs.

Above the hand, a familiar sword bursts into existence. Ensconced in quickly dissipating ice, the ******* sword shrinks down to a spike, hovering point first over your palm before falling, piercing it through as if the armor covering it doesn’t exist.

As your final act, you project your thoughts to Natasha.

“You’ve gotten your wish, Nat-nat. I, Aylss Galadhir, Elderdaughter of Rhosye, and Companion of Faron Ayverinson have drank my last draught- and it was one of bitterness.”

03-Feb-2015 05:50:43 - Last edited on 03-Feb-2015 06:17:15 by Vrangr Wayne

Vrangr Wayne

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In the cool evening air, the inebriated elf ceases to exist.

Where she died, you live.

Same meat, same bone, but so very different.

In your first moments as a newly shaped being, you look down at your right hand, wondering at the fading feeling of pain that seems centralized there. You see a marking of black- an ancient cartographer’s rendition of Old Arda. As you stare into the black depths, you feel an energy dart through your body, seeking a point of exodus.

At last, it finds the sigil, and pours out of it, evaporating in silvery wisps from the periphery of the depicted sphere.

The memories are blended together in your mind- Melkor’s, Her’s, and Aylss’s. You were both less and more than those three.

A being borne of necessity.

“Faylne” you think you shall call yourself, in honor of your Mother and Fathers.

Heir to the Technomancer, you rip materials from the wreck around you in order to craft new armor to cover the pink, fresh skin peeking out from your damaged bodysuit.

A black and violet coat drops from the air at your command, and you slip into it as well, checking the fit.

It is perfect, of course. It’s not as though you’d make yourself something that wouldn’t fit.

Beneath the jacket, a large handgun swirls into existence in a mist of dull metal. Sharp lines clashing with the chaotic smoke of its womb, the handcannon solidifies.

It isn’t particularly significant to most. In most respects, it’s a fairly plain looking handcannon compared to what you could make with the power Wayne had invested in you, but this one would send a message.

You hardly move, letting your newly-enhanced armor rip space apart as you rift to the courtyard proper. You stand there on the stones, familiar with the grounds despite this being your first actual visit.

03-Feb-2015 05:51:39 - Last edited on 03-Feb-2015 05:56:41 by Vrangr Wayne

Vrangr Wayne

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You see Natasha there, fighting with others you could identify thanks to Mother’* extensive memory. ‘Duncan’ is engaging her head on, seemingly without much confidence in his assault’s success.

You shrug to one side, your weapon’s grip only just cleared by the fabric. Your fingers slide into the recesses cut for them, and you line up your shot for the gun attached to Natasha’s right thigh-

A pistol you know by the name “The Devil You Know”, the twin to your own firearm- “The Devil You Don’t.”

You adjust your aim slightly, angling so as to not hit where the revolver is , but where it should be by the time your bullet arrives.

“It’s time to reunite some estranged family, don’t you think, O Scion of Vindication?” You project mentally as you pull the trigger, not trusting your yet-unused vocal chords to carry over the fracas.

03-Feb-2015 05:52:00 - Last edited on 03-Feb-2015 06:15:24 by Vrangr Wayne

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