Post by Kolava on Oct 3, 2003 18:50:36 GMT -5
(In the main room)
::he stood by the shadows into which Demous had disapeared, his inquisitive green hues darting from each intangible strand of shadow-energy to the next; all the while his tail was twirling in air behind him in gentle figure-eights::
::the magical aura that pervaded the castle aided him slightly, causing the energies of Demous's departure to linger for much longer then they normally would; other that that, however, he was on his own to figure it out::
(another character) ::he takes a few steps back and sinks into the shadows looking for Kara's soul::
::he glares at the shadows as the man walks into them:: Hey! I was reading that!
Psh...with fellow members like that, who needs villians? ::he looked to the scattered shadow energies, realising with a sordid sigh that he would probably never be able to tract the shadow flux now::
::he turned and paced across the main room to the kitchen, knowing that he would need caffiene if he was going to be solving anything tonight::
::the creature returns with a steaming kettle in one gloved paw and an empty mug in the other; his face suggested that he probably wasn't even going to bother with the mug::
::his head was full of questions. Quite literally, one side of his mind was asking the other questions, and getting responses::
(no longer in the main room)
"What are we going to do?"
"We're going to find out where they went."
"And then go ther(interupting)"I don't know"...oh"
"Chances are this man is fairly powerful, which means he will not take kindly to intrusion."
"He's killed people."
"Indeed he has, and he will undoubtedly kill us too."
"But...we have to do this, right? We are the only ones who can follow him?"
"No use jumping to conclusions. 'You have your part to play', that's what Declano said."
::he walks into his room after ascending the last of the stairs, the lanterns around him flicker to life with a snap of his wrist::
"I don't like this."
::frowning heavily, he moves to a shelf and pulls out a dusty wooden board, it's octagonal surface painted brightly with runic symbols and radial designs. He sets it upon the rug while sticks of incense leap from thier holders and ignite in mid air, taking up a wide weightless orbit and trailing thier tendrils of smoke through the air::
"No Prime can evade me forever, no matter how clever they think they may be."
::sits down beside the board, afixing a faceted splash of aquamarine to his forehead, the Ghidighideli::
"What will happen when we find him?"
"An axis hop will be child's play once I have the coordinates. Besides, the leylines are strong here because of all the druidic activity."
::his eyes closed, and the expanses of the metaphysical came into focus, his outer senses tuned out and his inner senses schismed and solidified into two seperate beings that sat on the black sands of the Dream Citadel, Cloudscape. Outside, the miasma tumbled by in huge psychotropic masses, like colorful cumulus::
::floating through the air to a balcony overlooking a courtyard with bubbles of strange liquid floating around it, her eyes locked on one of them:: "Yes, I think this one will do."
"Declano said that was for emergencies." ::it was a very simple statement, very careful to only be a reminder and not sound at all condescending::
"Demous is butchering our "friends", is that not an emergency?" ::looking over her shoulder as she speaks; her golden fur was shifting in a subtle wind and her tail was out straight behind her as she floated to a bubble, coiling as she stopped:: "Besides, Declano has too many things. He won't even notice if we use a few."
::the bubble folds into itself, turning inside out to reveal an oversized bronze key that was stylised with a frowning face on it's handle::
::he pads along the black sand to the balcony, starting to grin. He was fully capable of floating in this dreamscape, but chose not to:: "What'sat?"
"'The Key of Misery'--oh, that rhymed--bequethed to Declano by a void kitsune of some prestige." ::she stared into the key's metalic surface, watching the reflection of her apathetic magenta hues:: "Perfect. This will unlock anything that berk dredges up to stand in our way."
::backs up, his tail swishing behind him anxiously:: "What does it do?"
::floats down to the ground, the two foot long tool floating along beside her:: "That's not important, don't concern yourself with it." ::she nods with an empty grin, then blurs out of sight in a haze of magenta tinged with motes of aquamarine::
::he opens his eyes slightly, gazing into the center of that runic panel. He could feel the fabric of the physical world rubbing against his manifested mind, and began to weave himself into that fabric. In the room, the air became subtlely distorted and his forehead was bathed in aquamarine light from the jewel:: "Ab'la-noc'ra Ab'ra-noc'la" ::he repeated that mantra to himself, focusing his mental energys on that "fabric" which was becoming clearer and clearer in his akasic sight. Spread out before him was the air of the room...air that was empty to normal vision but very full when one knew what to look for. Intangible four dimensional figures poured out of each other, each vibrating at a different frequency and dripping with a different cosmic nectar. This world never ceased to amaze him with it's abundance of magic, but he was especialy amazed when he reached out for the leyline only to have it come to him::
"Ab'la noc'ra!" ::he cried out, lifting up from his sitting position and lunging with the bronze key that was suddenly heavy in his hands, very real and very much radiating with luminous darkness, if that was possible. The head of that key pierces seemingly nothing, and then turns ninety degrees within that nothing as the ichor of the shadow realm began seeping from the rug around him.:: "The gate...is open." ::he gives a cursory glance upwards through the rafter beams to the orb of utter nothingness, the miasmic rift, which was now gleaming purple from deep inside and making fluid-like noises:: "Demous, you shall learn the hard way that none can hide from the Kolava" ::resting the key against his side, he narrows his eyes and is consumed in a pulse of shadow that pulls him into the temporary portal::
::he stood by the shadows into which Demous had disapeared, his inquisitive green hues darting from each intangible strand of shadow-energy to the next; all the while his tail was twirling in air behind him in gentle figure-eights::
::the magical aura that pervaded the castle aided him slightly, causing the energies of Demous's departure to linger for much longer then they normally would; other that that, however, he was on his own to figure it out::
(another character) ::he takes a few steps back and sinks into the shadows looking for Kara's soul::
::he glares at the shadows as the man walks into them:: Hey! I was reading that!
Psh...with fellow members like that, who needs villians? ::he looked to the scattered shadow energies, realising with a sordid sigh that he would probably never be able to tract the shadow flux now::
::he turned and paced across the main room to the kitchen, knowing that he would need caffiene if he was going to be solving anything tonight::
::the creature returns with a steaming kettle in one gloved paw and an empty mug in the other; his face suggested that he probably wasn't even going to bother with the mug::
::his head was full of questions. Quite literally, one side of his mind was asking the other questions, and getting responses::
(no longer in the main room)
"What are we going to do?"
"We're going to find out where they went."
"And then go ther(interupting)"I don't know"...oh"
"Chances are this man is fairly powerful, which means he will not take kindly to intrusion."
"He's killed people."
"Indeed he has, and he will undoubtedly kill us too."
"But...we have to do this, right? We are the only ones who can follow him?"
"No use jumping to conclusions. 'You have your part to play', that's what Declano said."
::he walks into his room after ascending the last of the stairs, the lanterns around him flicker to life with a snap of his wrist::
"I don't like this."
::frowning heavily, he moves to a shelf and pulls out a dusty wooden board, it's octagonal surface painted brightly with runic symbols and radial designs. He sets it upon the rug while sticks of incense leap from thier holders and ignite in mid air, taking up a wide weightless orbit and trailing thier tendrils of smoke through the air::
"No Prime can evade me forever, no matter how clever they think they may be."
::sits down beside the board, afixing a faceted splash of aquamarine to his forehead, the Ghidighideli::
"What will happen when we find him?"
"An axis hop will be child's play once I have the coordinates. Besides, the leylines are strong here because of all the druidic activity."
::his eyes closed, and the expanses of the metaphysical came into focus, his outer senses tuned out and his inner senses schismed and solidified into two seperate beings that sat on the black sands of the Dream Citadel, Cloudscape. Outside, the miasma tumbled by in huge psychotropic masses, like colorful cumulus::
::floating through the air to a balcony overlooking a courtyard with bubbles of strange liquid floating around it, her eyes locked on one of them:: "Yes, I think this one will do."
"Declano said that was for emergencies." ::it was a very simple statement, very careful to only be a reminder and not sound at all condescending::
"Demous is butchering our "friends", is that not an emergency?" ::looking over her shoulder as she speaks; her golden fur was shifting in a subtle wind and her tail was out straight behind her as she floated to a bubble, coiling as she stopped:: "Besides, Declano has too many things. He won't even notice if we use a few."
::the bubble folds into itself, turning inside out to reveal an oversized bronze key that was stylised with a frowning face on it's handle::
::he pads along the black sand to the balcony, starting to grin. He was fully capable of floating in this dreamscape, but chose not to:: "What'sat?"
"'The Key of Misery'--oh, that rhymed--bequethed to Declano by a void kitsune of some prestige." ::she stared into the key's metalic surface, watching the reflection of her apathetic magenta hues:: "Perfect. This will unlock anything that berk dredges up to stand in our way."
::backs up, his tail swishing behind him anxiously:: "What does it do?"
::floats down to the ground, the two foot long tool floating along beside her:: "That's not important, don't concern yourself with it." ::she nods with an empty grin, then blurs out of sight in a haze of magenta tinged with motes of aquamarine::
::he opens his eyes slightly, gazing into the center of that runic panel. He could feel the fabric of the physical world rubbing against his manifested mind, and began to weave himself into that fabric. In the room, the air became subtlely distorted and his forehead was bathed in aquamarine light from the jewel:: "Ab'la-noc'ra Ab'ra-noc'la" ::he repeated that mantra to himself, focusing his mental energys on that "fabric" which was becoming clearer and clearer in his akasic sight. Spread out before him was the air of the room...air that was empty to normal vision but very full when one knew what to look for. Intangible four dimensional figures poured out of each other, each vibrating at a different frequency and dripping with a different cosmic nectar. This world never ceased to amaze him with it's abundance of magic, but he was especialy amazed when he reached out for the leyline only to have it come to him::
"Ab'la noc'ra!" ::he cried out, lifting up from his sitting position and lunging with the bronze key that was suddenly heavy in his hands, very real and very much radiating with luminous darkness, if that was possible. The head of that key pierces seemingly nothing, and then turns ninety degrees within that nothing as the ichor of the shadow realm began seeping from the rug around him.:: "The gate...is open." ::he gives a cursory glance upwards through the rafter beams to the orb of utter nothingness, the miasmic rift, which was now gleaming purple from deep inside and making fluid-like noises:: "Demous, you shall learn the hard way that none can hide from the Kolava" ::resting the key against his side, he narrows his eyes and is consumed in a pulse of shadow that pulls him into the temporary portal::
