Post by Ion on Jan 25, 2009 11:47:38 GMT -8
Memories at the Feet of Forte~
[2009/01/25]
Continuation from this post.
A cool breeze playfully looped itself around his face as Ion jogged to catch up with the group of navi's ahead. A strange power had been monitored in the Ancient Ruins of Electopia for a while and this group would be going in to investigate. The gallant figure of Resonance spear heading the group as Holyman and a distinct few others trekked behind. Waving to Holyman to wait up as he ran...
The scene flickered suddenly to a green landscape, emerald grass spreading softly into the distance. The sun high in the crystal clear sky above. The sharp scent of sweat wafted around the two combatants. Another cherished friend clad in forest tones enjoying the summery network. Unable to give up a chance at testing one another, Twin and Ion had inevitably met blade in friendly combat. Each blow exchanged in perfect rivalry, in perfect friendship. A scene so carefree, so liberating, in Ion's mind a scene of perfection.
But as the last scene had too faded, the beautiful jade colours grayed out leaving a crowded alleyway within a Netopian network. The hushed tones of heated conversation, a battle of wits as much as a plotting session to combine their power. Two new navi's, two allies in battle and in mind, Ion and Tark. One with many goals and the other a drifter who followed Lance's commands, these polar opposites met in the search for a common desire; power.
The furthest memories from the present surfacing now in rapid succession. Tark, Twin, Holyman, Blaze, Ninja. Navi's of the past, long lost in the streams of time and separated by too great of distance, memories were all that remained of them.
[2009/01/25]
Continuation from this post.
A cool breeze playfully looped itself around his face as Ion jogged to catch up with the group of navi's ahead. A strange power had been monitored in the Ancient Ruins of Electopia for a while and this group would be going in to investigate. The gallant figure of Resonance spear heading the group as Holyman and a distinct few others trekked behind. Waving to Holyman to wait up as he ran...
The scene flickered suddenly to a green landscape, emerald grass spreading softly into the distance. The sun high in the crystal clear sky above. The sharp scent of sweat wafted around the two combatants. Another cherished friend clad in forest tones enjoying the summery network. Unable to give up a chance at testing one another, Twin and Ion had inevitably met blade in friendly combat. Each blow exchanged in perfect rivalry, in perfect friendship. A scene so carefree, so liberating, in Ion's mind a scene of perfection.
But as the last scene had too faded, the beautiful jade colours grayed out leaving a crowded alleyway within a Netopian network. The hushed tones of heated conversation, a battle of wits as much as a plotting session to combine their power. Two new navi's, two allies in battle and in mind, Ion and Tark. One with many goals and the other a drifter who followed Lance's commands, these polar opposites met in the search for a common desire; power.
The furthest memories from the present surfacing now in rapid succession. Tark, Twin, Holyman, Blaze, Ninja. Navi's of the past, long lost in the streams of time and separated by too great of distance, memories were all that remained of them.