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Post by Xypher on Oct 15, 2017 12:02:25 GMT -8
His body finally came to a stop, rolling up on the shore of the Bugged lake.He opened his eyes, rolled over and he coughed several times, puking up some of the water he inhaled while floating down the river. He crawled forward, towards a rock, and sat against it, taking his time to catching his breath.
"Just my luck..."
He sat for a moment longer, before slowly getting to his feet. He did his best to dry off, pulling out his wings, beating them to burst up a gust of wind, in an attempt to dry himself off.
"I vaguely remember this place..."
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Post by Raven8 on Oct 15, 2017 12:05:15 GMT -8
...and not far from where Merrill landed, something resides in the sand. It's nearly entirely buried, but a small glint of silver catches the light in the corner of his eye.
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Post by Xypher on Oct 15, 2017 12:12:07 GMT -8
Merrill happens to see something at his feet. Curious, he reaches down, and grabs onto the piece of silver, and pulls up on it...
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Post by Raven8 on Oct 15, 2017 12:20:19 GMT -8
The silver trinket in the sand slowly rises, apparently far heavier than it seems... but then it begins to leave the beach behind in Merrill's hand, and a greater picture begins to emerge. The silver bit, a simple ball, is attached to a black handle and a silver cross-guard, revealing the handle of a very simple weapon. Farther pulling on it reveals an unsurprising picture; the handle is attached to a long, black scabbard that is locked to the hilt of the weapon loosely in order to prevent it from falling off. The weapon seems somewhat damaged, with the silver bits tarnished from the glitched lake water, and the surface is highly corroded by bugs... but it's very obviously a sword.
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Post by Xypher on Oct 15, 2017 12:48:20 GMT -8
Merrill clutched the blade in his hand. He stares at it, taking off the scabbard, and looking at the blade. He shakes the bugged water off the blade and scabbard. He swings the blade, feeling the weight and the strength required for such a simple yet elegant sword. He replaced the blade, and attached it to his hip. He figured he would try and find the owner of the sword. He stood out, looking over the lake. He closed his eyes, meditating for a second, before raising his hand, firing a beam of light energy across the lake. The energy beam was small yet powerful, rippling small waves across the surface of the lake. He watched it go, directing it up into the sky, before allowing it to dissipate. He thought about the note he received, and wondered where to go, or what to do.
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Post by Nightshade on Oct 15, 2017 13:00:13 GMT -8
A few moments later, the sound of claws on gravel could be heard. A figure timidly made his presence known as he approached the lake. A humanoid lizard of sort, a dragon more than anything else acutally. It was somewhat tall and standing upright on two digitigrade, three toed feet. The little dragon sported a deep blue hide with cream colored belly scales that also seemed to continued over to his chin and back of his tail.
Aeron's ears flickered as he scanned the area, before his eyes recognized a familiar figure in the distance. He would then timidly walk overt to greet the other navi and say hello.
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Post by Raven8 on Oct 15, 2017 13:07:47 GMT -8
The weapon, simple yet beautiful, leaves the scabbard well. It reveals great power in its every slice, yet its true power was yet to come to light.
As Merrill holds the blade, a strange presence rises within it... a presence of kin to a parasite that has just gotten a smell of blood. A spark of energy appears at Merrill's hand and enters the blade, and then the real power of the sword is revealed. The entire blade suddenly erupts into what appears to be a small cyclone of teal flames, roaring to life and instantly purging the bugs and the tarnish across both itself and its scabbard. The weapon's immense power is obvious at this point, but so is its massive flaw; these flames were not derived from the blade itself, but rather this sword was now siphoning the raw life-force from Merrill at an alarming rate, far faster than he could hope to regenerate even at the apex of his power. Within seconds, it would leave him nothing more than a lifeless husk if not dropped soon!
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Post by Xypher on Oct 15, 2017 13:22:09 GMT -8
Merrill immediately felt the blade saw on his power so heavily, he immediately felt weak in the knees. While the sight of the Weapon was beautiful, he couldn’t sustain it, and he quickly sheathed the Weapon. He sighed, taking in a deep breath, immediately taxed. He staggered, falling to a knee.
”Holy... blades... that was insane...”
He figured he wasn’t in any shape or form to wield such a powerful weapon. He wondered who it belonged to. A name came to mind, but he couldn’t remember what his weapon had been.. his memory was fogged in that regard. He figure he might get one powerful strike with it, but that would be it. He figured he would save it in his back pocket, pending he needed it. He wished to find its owner first. Maybe this blade could teach him something?
He happened to see a Navi traving towards him. He stood, placing the weapon on his hip, and hiding it within the inside of his cloak. He waited for the Navi to reach him, standing quietly.
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Post by Nightshade on Oct 15, 2017 14:02:12 GMT -8
The little dragon rushed over to Merrill as he saw the guy slump over to his knees. "H-hey, are you ok?" He asked in his usual timid demeanor. "Are you hurt?"
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Post by Zane on Oct 15, 2017 14:37:18 GMT -8
"I was wondering who would come here, but of course it's this guy."
A brief inferno rose up from the ground, before the figure stepped out. Gazing upon Merrill were eyes like an inferno given life. Was it a navi? There was no signs or signals, any readings at all radiating from him. It was like he wasn't even there. One that could easily be mistaken as part of the scenery or completely unnoticed. Covered in a desert brown cloak, a hood covering his face from view save for dull blue eyes that glowered through the shadowed space. His arms looked more akin to magma as skin, possessing three barrels above the wrists with some parts of his red armor able to be seen.
"Let sleeping dogs lie in rest, Merrill. Lest you disturb others instead."
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Post by Xypher on Oct 15, 2017 15:19:27 GMT -8
Merrill looked at the dragonlike Navi, finally getting the strength to stand and speak.
”Yeah. I think I’m okay.”
He stretched his arms and shoulders, a stiffness just from the sudden use of energy. He faced the dragon.
”Thanks. I’m good. And you are?”
But before anyone could respond, another Navi entered the scene. Merrill faces him, curious and a bit of surprise on his face, as this Navi knew of him.
”I’m sorry. I have no idea what you are talking about. Who are you?”
This day had become strange indeed.
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Post by Nightshade on Oct 15, 2017 15:31:26 GMT -8
"Oh. Uhm...I'm Aeron. Nice to meet you." The little blue dragon would offer his three fingered claw at him. He would jump slightly when he noticed the third presence making itself known, but he'd try to keep his cool.
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Post by Shast on Oct 16, 2017 6:43:32 GMT -8
Slypner (Don't blitzpost too fast for ol Shast now. I've got an 8-5 job.) Again it washes ashore. A tenacious parasite in denial. The voice comes from within the lake. A tone of pure apathy and fact. A moment later the surface is fractured by the short grey hair of a navi with rounded face and listless silver eyes. He walks out of the water revealing more of himself with each step. A full navy blue cloak enshrouds his 5'4 form from the neck down.
Once before the entourage it becomes apparent the sheer number of glitches this navi exudes. His face morphing from two eyes to five. Various parts of his body devolving into 1's and 0's. The malformations last for but one unsettling moment each before returning to "normal". Replaced by new ones in an endless cycle. You are not the first it has called to. The short navis voice being butchered by changes in pitch and tone with each syllable. Return the relic to the lake, hapless one. In one hand at his side he holds a small piece of equipment. It appears to be a small box with two female slots.
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Post by Zane on Oct 17, 2017 9:00:01 GMT -8
(I promise nothing Shast-guy)
"...Ignorance, is it? I hate ignorant individuals almost as much as our secretary. But I've done too many introductions lately, so how about a change of pace?"
It was a sensation that some older ones would be used to, feeling the area be locked down. There would be no leaving the area until the lock was removed, Rosso taking a seat now instead. His eyes stayed on Merrill, as if saying it were his move now. But after a few seconds his gaze left him, instead glancing over instead. He didn't ignore the other new arrival or the blue dragon, but something else had his attention now as well. So rather than act out just yet, he was taking a different approach instead. So he spoke again, letting it be a bit more clear the intention behind what was happening now.
"You have a few options presented to you. To get through this lock, you can force me to take it down... or it will go down when our "No Idea" cloaked navi lies on the ground, fully bested and beaten, unmasked for us all to see. I have enough free time to spare on this task."
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Post by Genesis on Oct 17, 2017 9:16:04 GMT -8
"I don't really mind either option if we're being frank here. But I'm here for Christmas, so the sauna will have to wait a moment."
*A well of darkness surged up, the first thing shining through it being the orbs that were his own eyes before it collapsed, his form completing itself. He had been planning at first, but then something that shouldn't have ever happened again occurred at their lake. Not even really 'their' lake, but it was close enough. He was never entirely fond of it on a personal level, but it served its purpose back then. And now it was serving another purpose: a graveyard. One that was being disturbed and irked him as a result of it. He had come to a conclusion on his course of action from then onward.*
"I'm only here for the sword and whoever was dumb enough to try to claim it. Anyone else can be collateral if they want to be, I frankly don't care. If you don't want to be a target, then don't 'make' yourself a target."
*It was his warning to any would-be heroes. He met a lot of them and they always tried to stand up for some higher moral code or some nonsense. And then they found out that their morality meant less than nothing when they were under fire. But he didn't really mind folks trying to be heroic, except when it was in the way of personal business. Then... well, they could only be responsible for their own actions, right?*
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