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Post by Shast on Nov 17, 2019 13:09:14 GMT -8
Out of Character (too lazy to dig up slyps format)
The grand archways and regal gothic decorum of the Castle of Fallen stands as a testament to foreign powers. The refined central walkway leads from the outside courtyard into the grand audience chambers. Artwork of a strange demonic being commit terrible acts clutter the walls. The depicted dominant figure being Samhain, a creature of titanic strength.
It's here in this hallway where the dark vortex Slypner and Xion had crafted yawns open. Seconds later one of the two creators steps through. Xion first, then shortly followed by Slypner himself, device in hand. The tired looking artist surveys the scene. Taking in each piece of architecture, every cruel picture. Hmm. This is the right place? he questions, having never been to the colony himself.
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Post by Genesis on Nov 17, 2019 13:20:42 GMT -8
*As Xion made landfall, he took a few steps forward and looked around. He did and did not miss the decor that made this place up, good grief. He wasn't even surprised when Slypner questioned if this was the right place because it certainly didn't paint the picture for itself very well. He sighed, shaking his head which could give off the wrong impression to Slypner himself until he replied.*
"Oh yeah, this is definitely the right place. No where else in our world would be remotely this tacky. How much of a maniac do you have to be to paint yourself on all the walls? How dumb..."
*Even he wasn't wrapped up in himself enough to do something like that. Why flaunt what you had to others? If you were self-assured of yourself then you needed nothing to prove to others. This was just like trying to have a measuring contest for no reason, because no one else cared about how big the person was. Thankfully this decor wasn't something that was going to last for much longer.*
"I'll make certain it's repurposed properly later. But we were successful and that's what counts for now."
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Post by Shast on Nov 17, 2019 13:44:36 GMT -8
Slypner
I see. A simple reply, but an effective one. Slypners eyes meet the pair of another, and another, and another. As several fleshy looking creatures with a varying number of spikes and grotesque appendages storm into the hallway. Eyes trained on Slypner but skidding to a halt once noticing Xion. At first with respect but then confusion, as he had previous been unseated? They aimed claw and weapon at the duo's direction. Hesitant if this usurper won or lost the bout.
Your back!
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Post by Gaia on Nov 17, 2019 19:29:53 GMT -8
JunkMan.SIT
He wasn't at all quiet. Even if he wanted to be, he was a large mass of junk with a rather high-pitched voice, complete with a belt wheel to act as his transportation. When the yawning dark portal spat him out, he came out on the other side still very much yelling, and landed on the ground just outside of it with the same intense sound of a drawer in a kitchen falling on tile.
". . .eeeeeee-ouff!" He stayed on his side for a little bit, getting a good look at some of the paintings on the wall, noting the terrible things he saw being down, and the strange, baroque design on everything. The world looked very much in grayscale, and his own connection to the weather was really weird - he couldn't properly read anything within the immediate area.
His claw-arm shifted and spun, the electromagnetism at his disposal warping as he lifted himself off of the ground and righted himself. He slowly turned on his base, looking around at the scene of the room, with the gothic design, the golden mirror, the strange decoration. Everything seemed in ruins at some places, but the darkness within this area was evident.
It just felt wrong. Something told him his friends wouldn't enjoy being here.
As he finished his rotation, he saw the backends of the two that came in here. One was a dull gray navi that had very little details from behind, but something that vaguely resembled a helmet. The other was a nondescript, smaller navi. As they were talking, JunkMan could only assume that they already knew he was here, but, they didn't immediately seem intent on turning on him.
Then, he heard the clanking of armor and weapons and turned to watch strange creatures walking into the room. He watched, at first in interest, as the strange creations came moving in, looking like ramshackle navis with spare parts thrown in. It was kind of cool to look at! Then, however, these ramshackle parts - claws, busters, swords and other strange additions - were leveled at them.
JunkMan instinctively raised his claw hands, the air around him shimmering with his control of the electromagnetic waves in his environment. He turned on his base, flinging his unflinching face back and forth between the aggressors and the two he had followed, unsure of what was going on. Even more unsure if he even wanted to be here anymore, much less involved in this!
". . .Um, hi! My name's JunkMan! I, um, don't think I belong here . . ."
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Post by Genesis on Nov 18, 2019 1:46:28 GMT -8
*These guys were as timely as ever. It made sense that they were after Slypner and really he kind of got what he needed already. But it would be in poor form to let them gut him without keeping up his end of the bargain, so he'd have to explain away in a bit. A bit after he heard another noise, looking over his shoulder. Looked like someone leapt before they looked to end up here. And it was... huh. That one was sort of a familiar face. An old one and not expressly one he was personally familiar with. The name rung a bell too. Talk about archaic... he'll address him second. First would be addressing the citizens.*
"I'm back indeed! At ease. While the attempt to lynch me was admirable, it was ultimately fruitless. Guy never stood a chance. He won't be back. As for my long absence, I had to go and speak with Samhain to sort out some fine details about our here Dark Colony. Suffice it to say instead of simply being the Governor..."
*He waved his hand, fanning it out as several dark flames launched out and engulfed the portraits, turning them to cinder. And instead of their usual return when such was done before it was quite apparent that such was not the case this time. He had to take time in being disappointed in it again before he took care of them all. It made for a pretty good start if he had to say so himself. Not as good a start as the walls or his chair, but it was a start.*
"There's been a change of management. Nothing to worry about for anyone at all."
*He was glad for being tossed into a gutter like that. Wasn't that often that the stars aligned so well for him. He had a laundry list that had grown too much though. Dealing with everything and then everyone else would need to be done properly while keeping himself under wraps as best he could. Because after this he had another big assignment to see to it thanks to this being the best time to do so without being interrupted like the universe saw fit to years ago. But that was because haste made waste.*
"Don't worry, JunkMan. People can belong anywhere as long as they take the time to adjust. Should look before you leap though. This place isn't the first place I'd pick for a tourist spot. Wouldn't be my last either. Just sit still for a moment."
*After all he had to get confirmation that these guys would take the fact that he was Lord Xion in stride now. He wasn't exactly big on fancy titles but he acknowledged that the denizens here required them so he would just deal with it. Was easier than trying to break their habits as he found out with Nightwind. Working with their habits and expanding from there was the way to go about the wave every time so far.*
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Post by Shast on Nov 18, 2019 12:18:52 GMT -8
Slypner *hmm?* Slypner cocks his head over his shoulder. Eyeing the uninvited pile of junk up for a moment. Ignoring entirely the platoon of guards. Compared to Junkmans massive size Slypners short 5'4 stature felt even more minuscule and child-like than it did already.
I'm shutting it down for the moment. Objections? Still glancing at Junkman but addressing Xion.
Meanwhile, the guards looked to each other repeatedly, wordless... Never before has someone defiled Lord Samhains caricature before and lived... Retribution came instantly! but... it didn't... What? Hrmm.. but... How? could it be? As the pictures refused to regenerate a fact became clear. The quick glances exchanging an inevitably truth. That regardless of the legitimacy of Xions claim there was no chance of them defeating their ex-governor.
One after another each of the guards drop to one knee in admittance of Xions rule. All but one... He pipes up, his voice shaking unbecoming of its rough and ragginess. W-what happened to Lord Samhain!?
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Post by Genesis on Nov 18, 2019 12:35:00 GMT -8
"No objections. The other one that might show up besides Jax has a pass already."
*The guy was hollowed out and not too unlike Slypner so he wasn't exactly mobile all the time. But if things piqued his interest he would make a move. He figured it was about time they actually met face to face after all this time. Another old one, but one that was basically like second skin to him. And as the others began to fall in line, there was one who asked the question aloud. One who knew the answer given the shakiness in his voice. Xion's eyes practically sneered for him as the dark power started to rise up from him. All too reminescent to their Lord Samhain himself. More than just a shadow of the power that was gifted to him before, he had it in its entirety.*
"Just as my efforts allowed him to rise... my efforts brought him low. What was his is now mine. Samhain is no more."
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Post by Shast on Nov 19, 2019 5:48:01 GMT -8
Slypner Fine. From within his navi cloak Slypner pulls out the device. He directs it at the portal they had all come from and flicks a button on the side. In an instant a small fwip of energy bursts from it and strikes the portal and in an anti-climactic finale it blips out of existence. Cutting off the connection to Creamland entirely.
I... I see. The guard stammers the response, in awe of the raw power in display. While some may continue to doubt, this group had been swayed quite thoroughly. What of these two, then? The guard pipes up once more.
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Post by Gaia on Nov 19, 2019 9:57:29 GMT -8
JunkMan.SIT
JunkMan looked frantically back and forth between the silvery navi, the strange little one, and the number of guards all around them. The Dark Colony didn't sound familiar, neither did anything else any of them were talking about. But, it was a strange statement to hear the armored navi discuss avoiding being lynched, not to mention the change of management, and this strange mention of a navi named Samhain . . . none of this made any sense to him!
He did know something, though. Dark anything was typically bad. The armored man, Xion, apparently beat up someone that was in charge of the Dark Colony. The only problem was that it wasn't to destroy the Dark Colony; he looks to now be trying to command it. Was that a bad thing? JunkMan wasn't sure.
Before he had collected himself, he watched the portal back home suddenly close itself. He frowned, realizing that, for better or for worse, he was stuck here, now. Well, at least he had someone to spend this time with. He looked back up, getting a better look at Xion, now, and noting his armor and otherwise bleak features.
What he said about Samhain basically confirmed what he thought, though - Xion had destroyed someone and taken their power! He turned on his belt to look back at Xion as this dark feeling pervaded the air, realizing just what he had gotten himself into. His friends had taught him a lot of things . . . chief among them that not everyone that seemed bad had to be bad. He turned out okay! Maybe Xion and this other fellow would, too?
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Post by Genesis on Nov 20, 2019 8:51:30 GMT -8
*He would have to be more thorough with some of the others no doubt. The laws hadn't changed so if they were going to forget that then he would have to remind them. He didn't need them all thinking that they could suddenly revolt again. Already had one too many of those in this unending lifetime that he possessed. He'd hold off on coming off as the evil despot guy until they decided they wanted him to act like one instead.*
"They both get a pass unless they mess up."
*JunkMan wasn't supposed to be here but he wouldn't immediately kick him out because of it. If he did act up he had two ideas of what to do with him: one was the nice way and the other was the not so nice way. But he figured that the colonists would like that second option a bit more than the nicer way to take care of things. And while it would be hilarious to toss Slypner to the wolves, he fancied himself a man of his word. A trait uncommon among his ilk to say the least, but they weren't chaotic for nothing after all. Speaking of the colonists, he may as well get a status update given that he'd been gone for months this time.*
"It's been a while, so give me an update on what's been happening in my absence."
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Post by Shast on Nov 20, 2019 14:57:41 GMT -8
Slypner W-Well sir! The colony has as a whole been weakening. While we conflict is inevitable here, and of course our way of life of the strong eating the weak remains true. We have not had any varied a foe. We grow stale, bored, hungry for change. The guards demeanor, while showing respect, shuddered with rage and anticipation.
Yeah! Another guard rises up, stocky and rough in his mannerism and tone. That world Samhain showed us is ripe for the takin! Bring us to battle!!
Your brutes are eager, Xion. How useful. Slypner pipes up, interrupting the savage guard before he could continue voicing his desire. The brute nods vigorously. If they are to go to their deaths, spare one for my original. Such specimen of a different make-up would benefit his research. He sets the device down and pulls out a small notebook and begins flipping pages.
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Post by Genesis on Nov 22, 2019 14:57:07 GMT -8
*He couldn't help but find himself a bit amused. One of Samhain's silly decrees was that they couldn't expand and change, yet here his people were hungry for it. Truly his reign had lasted because he bailed all the time at this rate. Fortunately they would have plenty of time to be used sooner rather than later. It didn't hurt to give them real field experience considering the ever-changing world he lived in.*
"I will bring you into battle, but not yet. The time's almost upon us."
*But it wouldn't be a fight to take over the world, no. From the looks of it quite the opposite in reality. Besides, he really wasn't looking to have the entire world run by him. That was better left up to everyone else since that was a hassle he didn't need to worry about. They kept the world spinning and changing so that was fine.*
"As for you, Slypner, no. That wasn't in the original agreement. If you manage to get one eventually on your own, then sure. Could probably help you be more expressive."
*Slypner was lacking in it to say the least. It was tough to get through life with no motivation. Add on no emotions on top of it and you just got a walking husk. Ordinarily they were able to find that for themselves, but some of them were more attuned to their programming than not and as a result found themselves tied down with nothing. Sucked to suck one would have to say.*
"See to letting the others know about my return. I'll make a formal announcement on our next big move at a later juncture. Probably should let them know of the changes coming more immediately too..."
*Instead of just dropping it on them. Well, they would know he was back for certain when the colony started changing. It didn't exactly do that on its own. And since he was here there was some other things he wanted to do that he could only do here. Or at the very least it was easier to do here. But before that he had to see to his agreement, looking to Slypner now.*
"Now let's go get your original out of purgatory. An amusing way of him to dodge a bullet though it may be, the price paid should let him know better for next time."
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Post by Gaia on Nov 22, 2019 15:35:24 GMT -8
#s://cdn~discordapp~com/attachments/293160301073793025/372566311592525835/Hollow~png
JunkMan.SIT
He looked back and forth as the brutes began discussing with the new man in charge. If nothing else, they respected their new leader - but, what if he decided to abuse his new power? Would JunkMan be able to stop him?
Apparently, the brutes were listening to him, so, JunkMan wasn't getting attacked right now. He was, however, getting the notion that, given the opportunity, the brutes would definitely attack him. Along with the rest of the world, for that matter. In all honesty, he had once debated on dropping a giant junk meteor on the planet before, so, he had to give them the benefit of the doubt.
Still, as he moved back and forth between the two of them, he couldn't help but getting stuck on the idea that this place was really wrong. Why had he never seen it before? Why did it feel strangely familiar? What would he really be able to do if these people had bad intentions?
. . . Why did it suddenly feel colder?
Hollow.___
"How far you have risen. Or, perhaps, have you fallen?"
Just behind Xion, a large void had appeared. The circular hole peered ever downward into a bottomless depth, and the whole of the world around it seems to drain away into it. Rising from this darkness is a man that held Xion's signature - someone that would feel and appear to the Net around it as Xion. The darkness he carried, the malevolence in his touch, the coldness of his stare, even the careful stature he moved with.
This individual was not Xion, however. Xion did not have all of his components. Only a few of them. He rose, at first, with Xion's appearance, that he had been borrowing for some time, now. Then, his disguise melted away, the silvery shades shifting into hues of blue, the armor giving way to silk, the red eyes changing to yellow, until the ancient wizard from whom Xion was crafted stood.
He stood above his void, the power of the vortex churning violently. Underneath his hood, strange energy constantly shifted the red hues of his robes creeping up behind his face and flickering like flames. Electrical energy arced over his body, sparking with power, shifting from the signature yellow hues to the occasional yellow, black or grey.
"I noticed when you had left. It is very rare for our signal to suddenly vanish as it did. When it suddenly returned, it felt like you but was quite different. Your power seems to have grown - your code seems to have more within it. The more code you introduce to your body, the deeper my own void feels when I use it." As it always was, when he spoke, it was factual, direct, and to the point. There were no implications in his speech, nothing to infer or assess. If it was said, it was said, and if it was not, he did not mean it.
"What kind of power do you wield now? Have you had the opportunity to test it?" There was but one thing in the all the Net that intrigued him even slightly. The only emotion, the only passion, the only drive he ever had, was to cultivate knowledge and battle prowess wherever he could. He could feel the power welling up within his opponent, and that alone attracted his attention. He could not say he was excited. But he could say he wanted to know its new depths. He already knew what Xion was capable of before; he wanted to know what he could do, now.
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Post by Shast on Nov 23, 2019 8:16:53 GMT -8
Slypner The majority of the guards leave as Xion requests, but one remains. A final report to give the new reigning lord. T-there is one m-more thing. The guard stammered. Did he have some kind of impediment or was he just that intimidated? Hard to say. Some kind of monster has been lurking ever since the last battle here. It's slaughtered hundreds of over time. We've been unable to bring it down. The citizens have taken to calling it a "Chupacabra".
Xions comment wasn't unexpected. The request was in fact outside the bounds of their arrangement. The scientist would ensure he captured his own in time. Le- Interrupted by the arrival of Hollow, he takes no movements away from the duo until the shadow mentions 'combat'. Uninterested in the prospect Slypner then backs up a few steps towards a nearby wall. Away from any other party in the room to give them a wide berth.
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Post by Genesis on Nov 23, 2019 18:53:49 GMT -8
*Xion was reminded that he still didn't necessarily like the cold. It wasn't as if it was something that was bad to him or even hindered him so much as he just didn't like it. There was a voice that was unfamiliar... no, actually it was quite familiar. It was something that was probably uncommon, but he recognized it. The descriptor he would use to describe the guy in question was a funny one all things considered, but one he figured fit. The name of the individual practically rung true of his older days just the same. Cut from the same cloth yet so different from one another. The empty wizard and the full assassin. Honestly he would give humans their due credit, they could certainly take something and make it different from its starting point. Of course he had provided the finishing touches himself. They weren't capable of getting as far as he did himself without messing up and causing a disaster the likes of... pick any disaster and it was probably caused by them. Except for that one tourist location hit by a volcano.*
"I'd call it an ascension. And while I haven't managed to test it yet I will say that I didn't think the guy I was fighting had such an ability, or location, at his beck and call. Man was it useful in making sure no one got in the way though. That has always been my biggest issue moving forward: crusaders stepping up."
*He didn't have any bias against those that did good or sought to do so anyway. But man could they get in the way of what he wanted because what he wanted certainly had its risks from their perspective. Each time they would show up and as a result ruin everything and set him back by months or years. Even if he had all the time in the world backed by the virtue that was patience, he didn't appreciate being set back eternally. So he was taking these shots now while the time was ripe and their hands were full. They could hate his rise after they were done breaking their fall. And while he had yet to get to test his new limits, it did sound like he had something to beat up with it. Using it on Hollow would have been fine too, but this was a good enough alternative even if the demon was developing a speech impediment now. Guess he'd have to keep Slypner waiting a while longer then.*
"While that term is centuries old to me, it sounds like this monster has taken the time to become a nice sandbag for me. It doesn't get to roam around here and do as it wants without my permission. Given your repeated attempts, where is it?"
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