Re: Grey.

by **Juliana** on Wed Jun 30, 2010 11:32 pm

Juli's jaw dropped open.

You're kidding me, right? Please, tell me you're kidding and Hunter is NOT the most... the ultimate...!!!

Her desperate mental plea to no one clearly went unanswered; her cousin landed a little less than gracefully on the other side of the place where the giant had been and picked himself up, evidently either unhurt or close to it. How many ultimate powers does this mean he has? Almost before she'd finished the thought, she was counting. Egglord, Greater Called warrior--that one's partly my fault--and now manabender. Isn't there some law that says that's too much power for any one person? But now Hunter was under attack by an entire platoon of Cold Soldiers (which was probably an inordinately large percentage of those remaining after the destruction the Regulars had wrought on them), and Juli sprang into action, destroying ten soldiers with a massive burst of pure light magic channeled through Atonement before settling down to fighting like an ordinary swordswoman next to Hunter. "I've got your back, cousin!" she called.

Meanwhile, Risa was more concerned with dodging what was left of the giant armored Cold Soldier. The battle wasn't won quite yet, but in the onetime assassin's mind it was more urgent to try and locate Weena's clone. Fortunately, she was uniquely suited to the task: she fixed Weena's appearance and powers in her mind, then attached that mentally to the clone's last known position and when that was. Then, she pulled on the picture that created, her mind searching with a weaker variation on the spell Juli had taught her when they had searched for Charon.

There--she could see the clone in her mind's eye, exactly where he was and what he was doing. Her mouth curled up in a small smirk. Gotcha.

by **Hunter Reckoning** on Thu Jul 08, 2010 12:18 pm

Hunter seemed to settle down after killing the massive giant, then he heard a voice in his head. Which isn't really abnormal for Hunter. Hunter...I have helped you this time, by temporarily granting you the gift of manabending. It is gone now. "Thank you Egglord!"
I'VE TOLD YOU! Im not the EGGLORD. Im The dragon god of Creation!
"Ok Egglord. Whatever you say Egglord."
GAHHHHHHHHHH!!!

by Weena on Thu Jul 08, 2010 1:39 pm

Weena managed to find Weena No.2 without much difficulty. They were part of each other, and Weena used that to his advantage. Equipped with his newly found elemental powers, Weena knew that this time he had a slight hope. Let's just hope I can beat him, he thought.

In a matter of minutes, he caught sight of Weena No.2 not far away. It just so happened that he was locked in combat with a few TR members, easily sending their attacks back at them. Seeing this, Weena became enraged, and called forth flames in both of his hands. He aimed and fired, and flames erupted from his hands like twin flamethrowers. With immense speed they burned down a path in the trees, somehow setting the drenched flora all around it's path on fire. Weena No.2 turned around just in time to see the great wall of fire burning down on him. Luckily for them, the TR members dived out of the way, though Weena No.2 wasn't so lucky. He was immediately engulfed, and for a few seconds fire burned around him.

Weena smiled grimly as the flames dissipated, only to reveal Weena No.2 was unharmed. His face twisted with fury, Weena No.2 directed a blue blast of mana at Weena. It traveled outwards in the same flamethrower fashion, though unlike fire it didn't burn the trees. Weena tensed at the oncoming wave of blue energy, not used to his attacks used against him, let alone at their full unlocked potential.

He summoned up from the ground a slanted wall of earth, forced up by a side kick. It was as if the ground was connected to his body on strings, puppeteered by Weena's movements. With his body tilted backwards and his right leg stretched outward, he continued the movement, turning over to his left and outstretching his hands. As soon as they made contact with the ground he propelled himself up with fire, five, ten metres into the air. He tilted his wrists, giving him a midair spin. He blasted a wall of reinforced darkness from his feet, spiraling out in all directions as he span, while still flying further into the air. All of that took less than three seconds. Weena was quite amazed at the adrenaline which had allowed him to pull off that advanced combo of moves.

As his vertical flight slowed down as it was gripped by gravity, Weena watched as the blast of mana hit both his earth and darkness walls, colliding in an indescribable spectacular show of lights. Somehow the darkness and earth walls held, and the blue energy disintegrated into nothing, taking the darkness wall with it. Weena No.2 straightened up in surprise, as Weena fell back down. He landed with a soft thud, before raising his head to stare intently at Weena No.2.

"Give me," Weena sounded angry, a new fire burning in his voice, "Back my powers."
"BWAHAHAHAHAHA!" Weena No.2 cracked up. "YOUR powers?! Didn't you pay any attention to what I told you?"
"Yes, I did," Weena stood up straight, unsheathing his sword. "And I've decided I don't care. In fact, I've decide to take you back." He pointed his sword directly at Weena No.2.
"Yes, I think I noticed that you learnt some new tricks," Weena No.2 almost laughed. "What gave you them? Your gauntlet?" Weena No.2 let out another loud chuckle.
"This old thing?" Weena asked, bending his elbow slightly so that Weena No.2 could see it properly. For a moment nothing happened, then bright white cracks began showing on it, each of them emanating so much light that there might've been a sun inside it. They spread, little by little, until the gauntlet gave way and shattered. Weena No.2's eyes widened in surprise.
"The anti-seal!" he growled, suddenly on guard.
"Oh, so that's what it was for?" Weena asked innocently. "I thought it was just an accessory."
"I'll kill you," Weena No.2 sneered.
"Try me," Weena smiled.

With that they lunged into battle.

by Gurpus on Thu Jul 08, 2010 5:32 pm

Gurpus watched as the giant fell to the ground. He could smell the power from who ever killed the giant. Power that he wanted for himself.
“Who could poses this power? Weena? Hunter? Hmm…” Gurpus said to himself whist looking down on the battlefield. It was covered in dead bodies. The ground, which was normally green with grass, had turned blood red. The trees near TR stronghold were on fire and the sound of sword clashing and magic spells being cast were the only things to be heard. A small little blue and yellow bird landed and Gurpus’ shoulder.
“Its funny how everyone in TR is fighting for freedom, for peace….for justice in this country, Mr Bird. What they all don’t know is that none of them can defeat Grey. Grey will crush their souls and destroy their dreams. No one can save them. No one can save them from the bloodshed they Grey will inflict on them….isn’t that right Mr Bird” The small bird flew off into the distance, towards the Greenguard forest.
“That’s right Mr Bird. Fly! Fly away from the death that everyone will suffer in the hands of Grey! MWAHAHAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA!”

Gurpus began to walk towards Grey’s base. He didn’t know why he was heading there. Maybe it was the fact that he wanted to crush every in TR, because he was sick of their goodness towards everyone. Every Grey solider Gurpus walked pass, would unsheath their blade and gaze at him. Waiting for him to strike at them.

As he reached the cold dark gates of Grey’s fortress, Gurpus remembered something Weena had told him after Weena saved his life from Grey.

---FLASH BACK---

“Hey Weena. Can I ask you something?”
“Sure go ahead.”
“I’ve been thinking…can I join TR and help you guys defeat Grey?”
There was a long silence as Weena continued to look down on the battlefield.
“Sure, as long as you don’t try to kill any of us. If you do try and harm any TR members, I’ll have no choice but to kill you…..and I mean it.”

---PRESENT DAY---

“I’m sorry Weena, but I never keep a promise!”
All of a sudden, a voice started to speak in Gurpus’ head
“Gurpus you there? Gurpus can you hear me?” It was Felix.
“Felix cant talk right now. Im very busy. Talk to you later.” Gurpus said.
Gurpus pushed open the large doors of Grey’s massive fortress. The cold, dark smell of evil covered every corner of the place. Gurpus turned around to see many soldiers of Grey following him. The fortress was still the same since he left it 5 months ago. He reached the double doors to Grey’s throne room. The double doors had many skulls on them. Some of them had the dried blood of those that have failed Grey or those trying to kill Grey. Gurpus pushed open the double doors and was greeted with a familiar voice.

“Good to see your back, Gurpus.” Grey said in his cold, evil voice.
“Do you know why im here Grey.”
“You which to destroy TR. So you want to rejoin my army and help me crush them. Am I right?”
“Yes. You are correct.” Gurpus said moving closer to Grey.
“Very well then. You may rejoin. But to prove that you are truly loyal to me, bring me back the body of Weena.”
“It will be done.” Gurpus said.
“Welcome back, Commander Gurpus.” Grey said with an evil smile on his face.

by Bram on Fri Jul 09, 2010 1:30 am

Only hours before Gurpus gave Grey a surprise visit, and moments after my second to last post... But only about a half an hour before my last post... That was confusing...

Grey waited patiently for a few minutes. When nothing happened, he stood up from his chair and barked at the guards nearest to him, "Well? What's going on?"
"I think you need this." Grey turned around to see a Mage dressed in black and blue robes holding a small, transluscent, grey stone.
"You!" Grey shouted. His guards began to draw their weapons, but he motioned for them to let him handle it. "How did you find that?"
"Ehh, it emits a very paricular power signature." The Mage turned the rock over in his hand a few times, it was no larger than a dime.
"Return it, or I'll have to take it from your cold, dead fingers." Grey growled.
"Too late!" The rock disappeared.
"What?! Where did it go?"
"Mr HappyFunTime, a volcano not to far off-shore from here."
"You... Destroyed it... It takes years to extract such a pure sample..." By the time Grey finished this remark, he noticed the Mage was nowhere to be seen. "Crap... Lost him again..."
As he turned around, a black boot came into contact with his face, knocking one of his teeth clean out of his mouth.
"Augh!" Grey clutched his mouth as the tooth clattered to the ground. "Wha-" But when he looked back, there was no one there but his guards; who both shrugged in confusion.
"Rrrrggg..." Grey turned to the open room and shouted "Show yourself and fight like a man!" he drew his sword, only to find that the blade was missing. "What the!?"
He turned to his guards to ask for one of their swords, but he found that they had both been decapitated and disarmed.
"Ok, Mage." he threw the useless hilt of his sword to the ground, "Come out and fight me; no Magic, no weapons. Just fist to fist melée ba-" He swung around and punched at the Mage when he heard the tell-tale pop of a tesser.
But the Mage instantly grabbed Grey's hand in his own, twisted it sideways, and watched as he tried to conceal a yelp of pain. Then disappeared.
"You, you," Grey held on to his injured wrist with his opposite hand, sending a few pulses of grey energy through it. He flexed his digits, making sure he was fully healed.
"You have no sport, if this was on a more even gr-" The Mage appeared a few feet in front of Grey, and punched him with an electrically charged fist. Which stunned him long anough for the Mage to grapple Grey's nose between his index finger and thumb, and twist until he heard a crack. Which was followed promptly with his disappearing.
"Son of a- Who DOES that?" Grey gently touched his bleeding nose, "I mean, what type of Mage sucker-punches his enemies with fifty gigavolts of energy then breaks his nose. There is nothing stupider than tha-"
Grey's rant was cut short as his face contorted and there was a moment of near-silence. Aside from the quiet sound of ripping leather. Grey slowly reached down and pulled on the side of his pant leg, "Oh." he mumbled.
After finally excavating his undergarments from his back side, he took a seat on his chair and just staired into nowhere.
A soldier came into the room a few minutes later and said "Sir, the power source has been stolen, we have been forced to abort."
Grey waved his hand, "Yes, by all means, continue with the original plan."
"Yes sir." The soldier continued on his way.
"I still don't know who this Mage is." Grey said, after a few moments.
"The name's Bram, and this is the last you'll see of me." Bram's voice faded into the greyness of Grey's grey throne room.

Ok, I lied, NOW I'm removing myself from Grey.

by Weena on Fri Jul 09, 2010 12:54 pm

Weena eyed Weena No.2 intently, allowing his instinct to kick in, while also wondering to himself how weird this would seem to anyone watching. After all, he was fighting a currently human-shaped being of pure energy and almost unstoppable power with a deranged consciousness which looked almost exactly like him, if you pardon the blue glow. And finally free from it's human vessel, it was out to help turn the tide of the war. I'm sorry to dissapoint you, Weena thought, but children aren't allowed outside unsupervised.

Weena No.2 engulfed himself in blue energy, the aura burning around him like a flame. A safeguard, eh? Weena figured. He doesn't want me touching him at all. If I get a hand on him, he knows he'll be reabsorbed. And he's able to be absorbed by absolutely anyone who's skilled enough to direct his flow of energy, so if I don't subdue him quick, someone else will. And that could have disastrous consequences, both to the person and the rest of the world. Weena raised both his arms in front of him together, elbows and fisted hands touching, pointed vertically upwards. A wall of earth rose form the ground, just in time to protect Weena from the wall of blue directed right at him. Luckily I seem to be an ArchMage... of sorts, Weena thought. Any ordinary elemental magic wouldn't manage to hold against this guy.

With that he pulled his sword from its sheath, throwing it like a boomerang around to the right side of the earth wall. It flew off, spinning at extreme speeds, a small tornado being whipped up around it. It curved in an arc, catching Weena No.2 from his left. It caught him off guard, and he wasn't fast enough to react to it. The wind swept him around with it, bringing him back around with the curve the blade was taking - which coincidentally happened to be back to Weena. Should i try to absorb him or not? Weena pondered in the split second he had. No. I need to weaken him first. I'm not taking any chances.

Weena jumped up, propelled by the wind, electrifying his right foot. Just as Weena No.2 came flying back to him, Weena swung his foot around in midair, a perfect mawashi geri - or roundhouse kick, as it's more commonly known. With perfect timing, the kick planted itself solidly in Weena No.2's gut, and strengthened by the electricity, it sent him flying. In the same movement, he spun around and snatched his sword from the air. The tornado winds suddenly stopped, random fragmented gusts blowing off in different directions. He completed his spin and landed on the ground, bending his knees slightly to absorb the impact. If anyone happened to be watching that, they'd only have managed to catch vague glimpses, as the time between him throwing his sword and landing on the ground only lasted about two and a half seconds.

My, my, this has got to be a battle for the hall of fame, Weena told himself. Although it does seem ridiculously one-sided. It took a moment for what he thought to actually sink in. Oh, n- "-gah!" Weena grunted as he was hit square in the chest by a blue beam of mana. Propelled by the blast, he flew back and hit a tree, sending painful jolts through his back. He grimaced in pain as the force stopped propelling him, and with a loud crunching noise Weena fell off the tree and onto his knees. Painfully he looked up as Weena No.2 walked victoriously towards him, a noticeable slowness in his step, as though he were savoring the moment.

"Ha, I thought you might've been more of a challenge," Weena No.2 chuckled lightly, though Weena noticed his voice was slightly lighter, as is he was still winded from the kick. "But then again, you're just human. And humans quite simply don't have what it takes to master true power. It's only too sad that you don't have the same intentions as me, we would've made a formidable team. And that's just too bad. Because you actually had potential. Unfortunately you were completely unable to master ArchMage powers, unable to grasp the true possibilities. Sometimes I wish I actually were one myself, until I realize I already have all the power I need. Anyway, enough gloating. Time to finish you off." He let out a loud cackle which sounded like nails on chalkboard, and formed a pulsing blue spear made of pure mana.

To anyone not far away they would've heard a loud shick and a body slumping to the ground, followed by an even louder burst of maniacal laughter.

by **Icey** on Fri Jul 09, 2010 11:00 pm

Through the battered terrain, slashing down enemies, Ice trudged on silently, killing all enemies in his path without any difficulty. A golden aura glowed intensely around him as he felt the angel's energy throbbing through him, this power...was like nothing he had ever seen or felt before. He took a large sigh as he realized that his time was almost up...just a few more moments till his death, but it was worth it...all that had happened to him in TR. He wasn't going to waste this last few minutes though, not in the midst of a war.
With a mighty cry he launched himself into the air and let all that he had surge through him. Flashes of light so brilliant that they could only be from heaven blazed from him, striking down all who were enemies to TR. He was not going to die feeling helpless. In a blur of light he gave his last few minutes doing all that he could with the power he was bestowed with, but now...he could do nothing as he sank to the ground. Would he be remembered? Would anyone tell his story? Had he made a difference in TR? Would anyone care as he sat here in his final moments? A single tear streamed down from his closing eyes and froze into ice. Then a white light surrounded him and he saw the angels with their arms open toward him. He opened his, and let himself rise away from this earth into the light.

by **Juliana** on Sat Jul 10, 2010 12:40 am

Risa raced through the battlefield, her mind's eye locked on Weena No. 2. She watched his fight with the real Weena, even hearing what they said. Snotty little brat, she thought as Weena No. 2 gloated over the fate of the original. Was I ever that bad?

Her jaw clenched as the clone created a spear out of his power--interesting, thought the watching Called warrior in a detached corner of her mind, I can do something similar--and stabbed the real Weena with it. Uh-oh. Risa didn't know how that would affect her friend, given that it was pure mana rather than a solid object, but she very much doubted that it would be good for his health.

On her way through the battlefield, she noticed bodies lying on the ground. The vast majority, of course, were Cold Soldiers; Risa quietly applauded the other Regulars for how well they had done. Amazing... Here and there, though, she noticed a lone corpse that had a familiar, individual face. Ice... Kage... I wish I could stop to say goodbye... I'll be back. She gave them that promise in her mind. I'll be back to honor you properly, but right now I have to see whether or not Weena is alive.

She was coming close now. The destruction caused by Weena's battle with his clone was clearly evident around her: the earth appeared to have been recently and violently rearranged, there were scorchmarks on the foliage, fragments of what looked like it could be metal appeared to have been thrown here and there, and--most tellingly--the young mage could see a large tree that appeared to be splintered and...

Weena's broken body lay at the base of the tree. Risa's sight had been true: she could tell immediately that the White Knight-turned-ArchMage had been stabbed in the chest and fallen forward from a kneeling position. What she couldn't tell was how badly injured he was--or even whether or not he was alive. The apprentice Called warrior rushed over towards him, and carefully placed a hand on his back. At this point, she wasn't sure if anything she did would hurt him worse.

"Weena?"

The single word, spoken in a hushed voice, was all Risa could say.

Weena stirred and tried to turn over. Carefully, Risa helped him with the motion, very worried that after what she'd seen, he wouldn't have the strength to do it himself.

Despite years of training, of being inured to horror and blood and death, of dealing in death herself, Risa couldn't suppress a gasp of horror as she saw the bloody mess that had once been Weena's torso. The clone hadn't stabbed him through the heart--the one blessing in this mess, clearly; he was alive, but only just at this point--but the young man had clearly lost a lot of blood nonetheless. It had soaked through his clothing and even a fairly large patch of ground underneath him was sodden with the liquid. Worse, the glowing blue spear was still stuck into his body. Feeling her accustomed mask of steely cold settling into place, Risa placed her hands on either side of that spear and began to test the damage with the healing magic she had learned from Juli.

She immediately knew that it was not within her power to turn the spear back into magic, that the damage was mostly confined to the vicinity of the deep stab wound, that he was still conscious (just barely) despite the enormous pain he was in, and that she had better act quickly if she wanted to save her friend's life. Any action would have to be bold and immediate, because he had already bled almost to death. In response, the ex-assassin acted, trying to cause as little additional damage as possible as she yanked the spear free and tossed it aside. Then she placed both hands back onto his dying body, filling it with healing magic as quickly as she could. There was no time to be slow about this--the spells themselves would take their time as needed. One sealed the wound temporarily; it was bound tightly with another that would help it heal. Another protected the brain, which was the most likely to be permanently affected by the blood loss, from suffering much further damage. That one had an under-spell that would briefly allow Weena to sleep until the worst of the pain abated. There were several more, each playing a purpose in keeping Weena alive.

After working for several minutes, Risa sat back. Her friend would wake up, still in some considerable pain thanks to the extent of the damage, but alive and healing. It should be only moments more...

Weena's eyelids opened slowly, and his eyes focused on Risa's face. "Hello," murmured the youngest Greater Called warrior. "Do you know me?"

by Weena on Sun Jul 18, 2010 11:44 am

Weena's eyes fluttered open to see a concerned Risa staring down at him. "Hello," he thought he heard Risa say. "Do you know me?" Weena tried to respond, but was cut short when his body automatically coughed. The movement was almost unbearable, and it sent painful shudders through his body. Risa moved to help, but Weena held up a hand to stop her.
"Don't," he managed to croak, causing Risa to take a step back. Weena coughed again, and his back arched in pain, making him look like a little child having a tantrum. As soon as the pain began to fade, he slowly sat up, fighting the small jolts of pain it created. With sudden realization, he then looked down at his chest. He let out a weak gasp of horror and pain as he realized that his entire torso was covered in blood, and his formerly white suit had a hole roughly a few centimetres in diameter only a faction of a space away from where his heart was. At the sight, he began to gag, and a wave of nausea passed over him. Weena forced himself to look away from it, slowly getting to his feet.
Weena shook his haid, returning himself to the present. As his sense of his surroundings returned, he remembered Risa was standing next to him. Did she save me? he wondered, before the logical part of his brain decided to pop in. Of course she did! Wouldn't I be dying from that stab wound and extreme loss of blood then? I'm pretty sure those Called Warriors have fatal injury healing abilities. In fact, what don't they have? I think I owe Risa a massive thankyou when this is over. Why not now? I dunno. Generally the formalities are for after the climax, at the point in which everyone's calmed down after all the action. But then again, I'm horrible with etiquette and thanking her while we're both in combat does seem to be preferrable... Meh, I'll do it later. Who knows, it could develop my social skills and be good for my modesty. Waitwaitwait, why am I having a thought conversation with myself? Isn't there some kind of evil psychopath I'm charged with hunting down? Yeah, I should really stop yakking as though I have multiple personalities, and go and do more thwacking. Besides, Risa's probably staring at me like I'm crazy. Okay, I'll snap back to the present in three... two... on- wait on second thoughts I'll just say thanks.
"You saved me," Weena gratefully turned to Risa, who had also stood up. She looked quite relieved, though she was sweating, and Weena assumed it was because of the great amount of energy she had to exert to heal him.
"I did what I had to," Risa replied.
"Well it saved my life, I can tell you that," Weena responded. "I'd be lying on the ground, my spirit in God-knows-where. And this time I don't think the Manaverse would've saved me. In fact, I have a fleeting feeling my alter ego was the one who did, as a matter of fact."
"Speaking of which," Risa said. "Isn't he still on the loose?"
Weena turned away from Risa and lowered his gaze to the mud near his foot, still being pounded by rain. "Yeah, he is. But I don't think I can beat him."
"Of course you can!" Risa walked up and gently placed her hand on his shoulder. "You're Weena, and the Weena I know wouldn't give up that easily."
"He's too strong," Weena didn't feel worthy of raising his head. "A Manabender can manipulate all kinds of energies. And besides, he's untapped. As in, there's nothing sealing his potential. Give him a week to adapt to this world and we'd have an apocalypse on our hands."
Weena felt Risa's hand suddenly tense. He turned around to see her deep in thought. "Did you say he can manipulate all kinds of energies?" she asked.
"Yeah," Weena forced himself to make eye contact with Risa.
"Does that include kinetic energies?" Risa muttered, almost to herself.
Weena lit up at that point. "No, as a matter of fact. I didn't seem to realize that until now."
"Then I think we've found his weakness. Still feeling helpless?"
"Not as much, as a matter of fact, no."
"That's the spirit. Anyway, you can now somehow manipulate elements, right?"
"Somehow, yes."
"Which ones?"
"Air, water, ice, fire, earth, energy, that is, as in electricity, light, and darkness. That's about it, at least, that's as far as I've discovered I can do."
"Hm. Well, he can't technically absorb air, neither can he with ice, water, fire, or earth. Electricity is a definite maybe, and I'm not sure about light or darkness."
"Ah, I see where you're going. But even is he can't absorb it, we still have his extreme offense and mana shield defense to worry about, don't we?"
"Yeah, and the only way we can overpower him is with teamwork. I'll have to keep him distracted and do my best to even injure him, while you'll have to somehow find a way to master your new abilities and overpower him."
"Aw man. Improvising advanced elemental combos on the spot while my life is in danger is very hard."
"You really sound like a complaining showoff kid."
"Yeah, you have a point."
"So, are you ready?"
"Yes. I say we'll rendezvous at his location in roughly twenty seconds. Meet you there."
"You too."
With that Risa stepped through a portal into the Mists, and Weena ignited flames at his feet in his usual jet-boots fashion, blasting himself high into the sky. He could feel the unusual heat from it, providing a nice warm sensation to his feet, while giving the lower half of his body a mild orange glow. He flew up, nudging himself southwards a bit, before deactivating the flow. Suddenly gripped by gravity, Weena started falling. Feeling the wind rush through his ears, he fell through a cloud. This should be a sport, Weena thought, over the loud rush of the wind. Slowly shapes down below began to form, and Weena caught sight of a particular whiteish blue figure which he knew to be his alter ego.

Using the wind to soften his descent, Weena landed with a small thud in front of Weena No.2, merely a split second before Risa stepped out of a portal next to him. Weena unsheathed his sword, and turned to Risa and nodded. The battle began.

by **Juliana** on Sun Aug 08, 2010 1:39 pm

"You again?" Weena No. 2 gasped, incredulous and derisive at the same time. "Didn't you learn your lesson last time?" He fired a beam of pure mana from one hand. It would have knocked the real Weena a significant distance, except that the original had already let loose a disorienting blast of light that put his clone's aim just far enough off. "And I killed you! How can you be alive?"

Risa smirked, watching the conversation. Someone hasn't noticed that there's another guest at this party, she thought. Let's see how long that lasts. She paced out a semicircle around the dueling Weenas, hoping to get the small advantage that being out of the clone's view would give her. This would be a tricky fight; she watched carefully to make sure she didn't lose track of which of the otherwise identical fighters was glowing mana-blue.

"Obviously," Weena informed his clone, "you didn't kill me." He twisted the ground, throwing the other in the air. Despite this, Weena No. 2 still managed to send a sweeping blast of mana across the battlefield in Weena's direction. The original of the two staggered back but retained enough control to start a powerful downdraft that smacked Weena No. 2 hard into the recently rearranged earth. Clods of freshly turned soil flew everywhere.

Risa took a chance and leaped right as Weena No. 2 shot into the air of his own accord. Moving with an assassin's speed, the young Called warrior was still slower than the manabender clone--but, fortunately, she didn't have to match him. She was just barely equal to the task, but one of her daggers caught its leg and scored a long cut down its calf. "Yesss!" she whispered as she fell back to earth, landing like a cat to minimize the shock of impact on her body. Straightening, she called up to the clone, "Weena's right. When I found him, he wasn't dead--just mostly dead. There's a big difference between mostly dead and all dead."

"Why exactly did you say that?" Weena inquired in the moment's pause while all three fighters reoriented themselves.

"Not everything I've been learning from Juli makes obvious sense," the ex-assassin replied calmly.

High above them, the clone gritted its teeth and redoubled its shields. It seems the girl is fast, it noted mentally. I'll have to be more careful now.

The battle was just beginning.

by Felix on Sun Aug 08, 2010 3:32 pm

Felix was holding a Rusted Holographic GPS system and was Following The Blinking Red Dot, Labelled Hunter.
"Urgent information recieved" TAI Said through the Speakers of The GPS.
"Whats up?" Felix pondered.
"My sensors detect Several Clouds, Followed By Outerspace and several Planets, some of which are-" TAI Began, Until Felix cut it off, By saying;
"No, No. I mean whats the Urgent information?" Felix Told TAI, Almost facepalming.
"Large quantites Of Dread energies Appear to be coming from Soul Cave" TAI Responded.
Soul cave was where Felix Found the parts to make the Titanios, And effectively TAI as well.
"What!?" Felix shouted, shocked. "Didn't we clear that place out?" Felix asked.
"Negative" TAI Replied, bluntly.
"Well then, beam me up." Felix ordered.

Once inside the ship, Felix Bolted to the hangar, past the shiny silver walls, narrowly missing crashing into a cleaner bot, and climbing 4 Flights of stairs, He was there.
"Okay, I'm taking Manual Control, shut off autopilot now." TAI did as it was ordered and soon, Felix was in full control.
"Right, I'm gonna have to do this myself, not to be seen, Or else we've got a problem."
Felix Directed the ship, Monouvering through several Mountains at a relatively fast speed, and soon, he was Hovering above soul cave.
"Kay, TAI, I'm going To teleport down, Give me an analysis when anything new pops up" And with that, Felix was gone.

Felix instantly Appeared at the entrance of the Cave, and opened his eyes to survey The entrance. He could see several Large Plates of metal, which he discarded for being too thin, weak, or even the wrong Type of metal. After Clambering under, over and everything in between through the Pile of rubbish, Felix arrived inside the cave, He saw some empty Gas Bottles, And some full ones, but he didn't need them anymore, as he made the engine able to create energy from its own heat, and anything else around it emitting heat able to be reached. Felix Put out his Hand and summoned a medium size flame to lighten the room.
"That's new.." Felix began as he saw another cave hall.* Felix entered The Cave hall and when he reached the end of there was a Very old, rotting door. It had ornate silver door knobs apart from that, it was pretty regular.
"TAI," Felix began to say Through his Microphone. "Is the dread energy coming from behind this door?" Felix asked.
"Affirmative." TAI answered, "however, once you enter, I'll lose all radio contact."
"What!? Ah, what the heck." And Felix entered.

by Weena on Sun Aug 08, 2010 7:50 pm

Risa's certainly proved herself to be a worthy ally, Weena thought as he braced himself for his clone's attack. But then again, she is after all a Greater Called Warrior, and it's not as though she hasn't proven herself countless times before. Seemingly as though he read Weena's mind, Weena No.2 chose the moment the original Weena finished his thought to come flying down. He glowed an even brighter blue, and the air itself seemed to ignite from the immense energy he was releasing. Given barely a split second to react, Weena was seemingly hit full on by the attack. Dirt sprayed into the air, and the ground shook from the resounding shockwave. As the dust cleared (the impact somehow forced the water particles out of the mud) the scene, a lone figure stood in the centre of the crater, the blue glow around him slowly decreasing as the rest of the energy he had summoned for the attack dissipated.
For a moment Weena No.2 thought he'd won, until he was painfully reminded of Risa's prescence, her well-aimed kick smacking into his back. Weena No.2's back arched in seeming slow motion while his left arm swung around, directing a blast of mana at the spot where Risa would've been I'd she hadn't used the force of the kick to jump back, out of harms way.
Continuing on with the anti-clockwise spinning movement (both Weenas seem to have a habit of doing that), Weena No.2 pushed his right arm to the muddy ground, flipping himself back upright with a cartwheel. He unsheathed his own copy of Weena's original sword, sending a pulse of mana through it for added offensive and defensive capabilities. For a moment he stood still, suddenly alone in the pouring rain, before suddenly spinning around at lethal speed, slashing in a wide arc. Weena, who had just melted out of the shadows with his own sword in his hands, was forced to quickly shove his sword into the ground, a strengthened coating of dirt speeding over it, reinforcing the blade against the fury of Weena No.2's enchanted strike. Even with the protection, Weena could feel the vibrations of the attack shudder their way through his sword after he'd pulled it from the ground and jumped back out of harms way.
"What I don't understand, though, is why you haven't given up yet," Weena No.2 chose that moment to start a small conversation.
"Well," Weena responded, "To be really honest, I want that enchanted hood back. I can't live with all this rain drenching my head all over. And maybe I could enchant my cape, too, while I'm at it."
"Hah!" Weena No.2 laughed. "You really are losing it! First of all I beat you down mentally, and not long after that, I beat you down physically, coming so close to killing you and freeing myself permanently. And still all you can think of is a mere enchanted hood. I make myself feel even more disgusted at the fact I spent a large portion of my life stuck inside of you."
"Aw, come on. Lighten up," Weena teased. "You didn't seem to mind my jokes and twisted sense of reality until recently."
"Well let's just say you were very naughty in what kind of energy you absorbed. One particular source happened to stir me from me sleep, and I decided that having every aspect of me being controlled by a novice was just sad. I mean, for the last Guardian of The Balance in existence, you'd expect some more ski-"
"Wait, what?" Weena interrupted. "Did you just mention Guardians of The Balance? What's that?"
"Oh, nothing. I tend to go over the edge while gloating. Anyway, it's unimportant. Now get out of my way before I destroy you. I have... worlds to conquer."
Weena pointed his sword at his other self, igniting it with fire. "You won't be conquering any worlds today."
"Ah, and so begins the fun part. Are you sure you're not going to wimp out, then come back some time later, like you did two times before?"
"Well technically the second time I was suffering a fatal injury. Which I still haven't gotten you back for."
"Are you sure this time you won't suffer another fatal injury? And I'll make sure your friend won't be around to heal you again, I assure you."
"Try me."
With that they rushed into battle, their swords a blur as they met for what Weena knew to be the final time. And as he parried a slice to the head, Weena couldn't help but think of the interesting conversations he could casually have with his mortal enemies.

by **Cial** on Sat Aug 14, 2010 7:03 am

Cial stood in the link. Alone. eyes closed, ready for anything. A man approached him wearing a tuxedo and large brown shades.

"Mister X, I presume?" The man said.
"I go by Cial now."
"Aah. Yes. Cial. I've been sent because you seem to have finished your training? Ready to begin fighting the threat that, without your help, could destroy all of Lore?"
"No pressure."
"I'm. I'm sorry, but you must be ready..,"
"For anything.."
"Yes. Remember, though..."
"With great power comes great responsibility"
"That, and...If you were to say, be killed, you would come back here. If your friends die...."
"I know."
"...Alright then. I think we're ready to re-materialize you. Here. Take this."

The man handed Cial a folded garment. Cial unwrapped it to reveal a white suit, adorned with beautiful armor, and a metal gauntlet designed to augment his psychic powers.

Cial put the armor on, thanking the man. The man then put his hand on Cial's shoulder, commencing the leap back to the physical realm.

The jump hurt Cial badly, as his molecules reformed, pulling him together, painfully. Which was a relief because as he was in the Link, he never felt pain. Cial landed, falling from about 15 feet in the air, next to Juliana.

Cial smirked. "What'd I miss?"

by **Juliana** on Sat Aug 14, 2010 10:33 am

Juli and Hunter had finished obliterating their Cold Soldier attackers, and now stood panting in the middle of a sea of bodies.

"So you're a manabender, cousin?" Juli asked, slightly shocked.

"No," Hunter explained. "I was only a manabender for a moment, but that plus everything else gave me the edge I needed to kill the giant... these things happen."

Juli nodded in agreement. "They do."

That was when Cial dropped from the sky and landed next to Juliana. "What'd I miss?"

After a moment's goggling at him (in one case more literally than the other), the cousins recovered enough to speak. "A lot," Juli informed the newcomer. "You were convalescent for a week, during which Hunter killed himself and came back to life with the help of a hundred and nineteen giant eagles, Ryzaa lost his Doomfire curse and left to get it back--he still hasn't returned--Weena gained ultimate powers which then split off from him in the form of an evil clone, and we fought an entire WAR that we are just wrapping up now. We won, but at the price of several lives: nobody knows how many yet."

"Wow. I did miss a lot," Cial noted.

"What happened to you while you were... out?" Juli asked. "I refuse to believe that that effect could be something usual."

by **Cial** on Sat Aug 14, 2010 2:13 pm

Cial stood up, brushing himself off.

"Well. First off, I found out I'm not human...Mostly" Cial said.

"What do you mean by MOSTLY not human?" Kao asked.

"Yeah I guess that really doesn't make sense. It's sort of like Spock."

"Like who?"

"In Star Trek, commander Spock was half vulcan, half human. I'm half human, half Antrillian."

"Alright, how does this explain where you were?"

"Antrillians are born with strong minds, and mentalities. These are all "Linked" together by a subliminal place known as, plainly "The Link"." Cial explained.

"And you were there for a WEEK?" Juli asked.

"Yes, which, in the Link, is a few years." Cial said.

"Why did you come back?" Hunter asked.

"I came back because you may need all you can get for what's coming. Something BIG is coming...bigger than even Grey...."