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Post by Cayle Pota on Mar 2, 2020 14:42:52 GMT -8
((OOC; Some suggested listening music. Convenient Background Music, don't question it .)) The composers of this catastrophe stood in wait somewhere beyond the darkness. As each player found themselves stepping into the light, they would find themselves brought into a sweeping and ancient temple interior which spread across the horizon and was controlled by pillars. No matter which way they entered, they would see the bright light which would be equivalent to sunlight if it was only sunlight and in the middle of the room from where they entered they would see a tower of spiraling stairs which went into the heavens, and which was easily as big as a small apartment bloc in its width. After entering the main area through the pillars, any who looked back out at them would see that the pillars were covered with numerous markings which were shifting and turning as if someone was playing with a mind puzzle block trying to find the solution. In many of them, two destinations were locked in and images of two fighters battling in an arena of shadow and light could be seen – in every instance the fighters resembled each other uncannily – they were the same person from two separate worlds. If the victors of the battles looked back they would see their own pillars had two pillars locked, but were not glowing with energy like the battles which were fighting. Somehow they had freed themselves and their counterparts from this strange energy lock. [249] [17,423 Total Words throughout Event.]
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Post by Kiryu on Mar 2, 2020 14:48:43 GMT -8
Kiryu moved deeper into the temple, panting, stumbling and reeling with confusion. At times, it was hard to remember who he was.
Wasn't it?
He was the High Inq... no. No, that wasn't right. He was Kiryu Miyazawa. He was the inheritor of the Path of Joy.
His father was the Father of Circuits and-
NO.
Gritting his teeth, Kiryu slapped himself, hard. His ears rang and his cheek burned from the force of the blow, but the pain and shock helped Kiryu ground himself in the here and now. It helped remind him who he was.
Lilith Nevermore was a classist witch that had tried to kill him. She was not his daughter... how the hell would that even be possible? His father was a good man and a strong fighter, as was his mother. They were alive and well and fighting the good fight. There was no Father of Circuits. Kiryu followed the Path of Joy. There was no crusade against Baba Yaga. An echo of Fortuneteller Baba had sent him below the earth to retrieve a relic and right a great wrong. There was no perversion of his gift, the gift of life and creation, into something that could only bring death. He was himself. He was Kiryu Miyazawa, warrior, magus, protector.
He was all right.
His steps echoed throughout the obsidian chambers. Before he continued on, Kiryu paused, leaning against a wall and allowing his fatigue to hit him. He reached into one of his pocket dimensions, pulling out a restorative potion and quaffing it. The magical concoction was no substitute for long term rest, and Kiryu had the feeling that when this was all over he was going to want a nice, long soak in a hot tub. Maybe a massage. For now, though, the alchemical tincture did the trick, restoring his energy and vitality, soothing some of his hurts. He had not been injured in his contest with the mirror version of himself, but he had been pushed to his limits, utilizing a massive amount of ki, as well as almost every spell he had proficiency with. He needed to rest.
As luck would have it, he would have the opportunity to do just that.
Kiryu came out of a corridor into a large, circular chamber. It was well lit by torchlight... light that must have been magical in nature, since the torches did not give off any noticeable heat. Kiryu looked around the room; a quick glance back at the chamber he had emerged from showed him that the wall was bordered by a large, elegant frame. Around the rest of the room, he saw similar 'frames'... but they were not open.
Mirrored glass was all Kiryu could see.
In the center of the room, there was a large, rectangular basin holding a pool of luminescent fluid. Curious, Kiryu wandered over and extended his magical senses to the fluid. Kiryu was swiftly able to discern that the waters possessed a potent restorative quality, and Kiryu cupped some of the fluid in his hands, bringing the liquid to his mouth. Immediately, he felt his body return to it's normal capacity. He even felt as though he had become more powerful from his recent battle, and he rolled his shoulders, stretching them. Kiryu focused, then, and his silvery green aura roared to life around him, causing the stone of the chamber to shake a little bit. Kiryu had no way of knowing precisely how powerful he had become, but a scouter pointed his way would have displayed a power level of over thirty thousand.
Before he was assailed by any other strange mirror version of himself, Kiryu took the opportunity to recharge his body and prepare his defenses. He covered his body in a protective sheathe of mana and ki. He summoned his Susanoo, the magically crafted samurai armor gleaming a pure silver, bow and arrow at it's back and a katana at it's hip. Kiryu rolled his neck to the left and right, loosening some tension, and summoned spares of his healing potions from his pocket dimension. He secured them on his person, his Susanoo completely permeable to himself, and then set about investigating.
Kiryu went to one of the framed mirrors. Curious, he extended his senses... and was baffled, because he had no idea what he was sensing.
Kiryu was normally quite attuned to the world around him, both when sensing other ki users, and when attempting to analyze magical mysteries. Kiryu could sense, well, something going on behind this mirror. But he did not know what.
Kiryu decided to move on to another one. He extended his senses... and this time, he could make out something. It was faint, but he recognized the energy signature that he was feeling. It was one he knew almost as well as his own; his stalwart ally, Cade Kendrick. He could sense that the man was in a fight, by the minuscule oscillations of his energy signature... and he felt another, stronger presence with that mirror.
Cade was in trouble, and if the fight he was having was anything like what Kiryu had experienced, Cade could be in for the fight of his life.
Frantically, Kiryu began to look for a way through. He struck the mirror, first with his hand, but it was clearly not made of normal glass; he didn't so much as scratch the surface. He used his magician's spear, hoping the spell wrought blade would have better luck, but this was just as ineffective. Finally, Kiryu jumped back, firing one of his Ki Gun blasts at the mirror, and that collided with the glass in an explosion, sending out a plume of smoke. When it cleared, however, the mirror was just as intact as before.
Frustrated, Kiryu began to think of what he could do... and it was at that moment when he sensed a large power level from one of the other mirrors. Distracted as he was, Kiryu did not have the time to sense who it belonged to, and so spun into a guard to face whoever emerged from the newly opened corridor...
[WC=1,023] [EWC=1,000] [TWC=2,702]
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Post by Achido on Mar 5, 2020 20:33:40 GMT -8
As Achido found himself inside the darkness of the temple, where several people have come up missing for an unknown reason, there was a faint energy signature coming from deep within the temple. It was almost black and the air was frigid, causing the teenager to scavenge deep within his own pockets, finally reaching for his C-Phone. Once in his possession, Achido turned it on and found the flashlight app, using it to light up his surroundings.
When the light illuminated the inside of the temple the walls lit up and a tunnel was just ahead, but the door in which Achido had come through mysteriously vanished. He quickly turned to see what was going on, but with the doors disappearing out of nowhere, Achido was beginning to get scared. "Awe, man! I wish Ty was here with me. She would know what to do.." He said in a worried tone of voice. The teenager was truly scared and it seemed that he would have to travel through the temple to find a way out.
Just as the blonde teenager stepped through the tunnel, his surroundings began to fade away into a white light that replaced Achido's reality. He quickly fell to his knees and threw both hands down as well, but he felt as if he was unable to move. The sound of maniacal laughter echoed throughout his mind, a voice in which Achido had never heard before. With everything going on, the teenager was unable to focus on why he even came into the temple in the first place. He was being challenged and that was something Achido would have to fight through, in order to defeat whatever was holding him back and changing his entire surroundings.
Achido didn't know what was going on and the only thing he was feeling at the time was fear, so he closed his eyes tightly, hoping that all of this would just go away and he could see his friends again. "Please don't be there, please don't be there, please don't be there!!" He called out in fear, as his eyes remained closed and his hands and knees still placed upon the white flooring. As a few minutes passed by with his eyes still closed, Achido opened his eyes and was shocked in what he was seeing.
The scenery changed once more, but this time it was different than the temple. Achido was kneeling down in an empty street in what looked like Pilafland, except the entire area was destroyed and in pieces. Bodies were spread out lifelessly upon the rubble and smoke was still rising to the sky, as if all the destruction was fresh. The teenager found that he was able to slowly stand back to his feet and have full control over his body. "What is going on?! This isn't right! Where is Ty? Cayle?" He called out, as tears began to swell up in his eyes, but the teen was able to keep it all together, until the soft sound of footsteps came from behind him.
Before Achido could even turn around, a voice was heard, a very familiar one that he gets to hear every single day. "Your friends are gone. I made sure of this...or should I say that YOU made of this.." He called out to the teenager with a slight chuckle after speaking. Achido quickly turned around and saw the exact same version of himself standing only a short distance away. His eyes were wide open and his jaw began to drop. "What?! H-how? Where is Ty?! I swear if you did anything to her...You won't like it!" He threatened the teenager, while standing his own ground. "Ha! Look over there.." He pointed to his right, where it seemed that a redheaded female was crushed beneath the rubble of a building.
Once Achido laid his eyes on the woman, it was as if his entire mind went blank and was replaced with fire and hatred. Before Achido could even retaliate to what he was seeing, the clear aura blew up around him, destroying everything in its path, even the evil version of himself. As the destruction came to a halt, Achido opened his eyes once more and saw what he had done. Everything around him was gone, destroyed out of anger and unable to turn back time to fix any of it. What the teenager didn't know is that the universe he was in, was causing him to age at a much faster rate than that of his home. This was unknown to the human being at the time, so every minute spent inside this alternative universe was a year in his world's time.
Achido fell to his knees once more, except his hands were over his face, hiding the tears that began to run down his face and form a small puddle in his hands. He pulled them away from his face and just shook his head, disappointed in himself for what had happened. As Achido looked up he saw that there was a mirror of some sort just a few feet from where he was. He stood to his feet, confused at what was going on, but he went to place his hand on the mirror and his hand went straight through, sucking him inside of whatever was within the mirror.
When Achido instantly stepped through, he sensed that Cayle and two others that made their way into the temple, where Achido had once again found himself. The darkness was something he wasn't used to, but when Achido went searching for his C-phone it was missing. "Damn." He muttered under his breath, while pulling his right hand up a bit and conjuring up a small ball of golden ki from the palm of his hand.
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Post by Lilith Nevermore on Apr 5, 2020 23:55:05 GMT -8
With one last gust of icy wind, the foe staggered backwards. A vicious little smirk appeared across the caster’s lips. It was over! She had wo-wait what? Her eyes widened when a familiar figure appeared to catch the collapsing fencer. Lowering her wand, she watched in silence as the man cradled his beloved. A green-eyed monster loomed behind her back, leaning down to whisper venomous words into her ear. W-what? No, she was not envious! She just... wondered what it felt like... To be embraced like that. To be... cared for... like that. N-nothing more than fleeting, foolish curiosity.
Reality wavered, twisted, swirled. Soon the young witch found herself in the dim temple once again. The image lingered before her eyes, like peering through a window. It was strange. She thought she would’ve felt more triumphant seeing her lousy copy get trapped within a crystal. But as the vision faded away, replaced by her own disheveled mirror image, she felt oddly hollow. Her glare narrowed. A cold scoff escaped her lips. “Hmph, good riddance.” Served that fool right for making mockery of her... their bloodline.
The young noble turned away from the mirror and shifted her attention back onto the temple. Such wonderful architecture laced with arcane power. It felt almost like a home away from... erm... ruined home. She could also feel one... two... three? Yes, three traces of distinct energy among all the lingering magic. Taking a deep breath, she straightened her back and approached the center of the room. Unfortunately, among them was that very same familiar figure. Upon noticing him, she froze on her tracks. The image of the bridal carry flashed before her eyes. Worse yet, echoes of the nonsense spoken by the copy flooded her mind. Light pink coloration slowly crept up her pale features.
Engagement... Path of Joy... Kiryu Miyazawa... Physical training... ...AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!
Lilith shook her head vigorously. The distracting nonsense disappeared along with the internal screaming. With a deep breath, she gathered her composure and stepped into the light as well. Her robes were torn and bloody. Pale skin showed through, no matter how she tried to tug the scraps together. Traces of pink still painted her cheeks as she hurriedly shuffled towards the pool of luminescent liquid at the center. Its gentle magic beckoned her. ...And offered a wonderful excuse not to say anything to these peons. Carefully she dipped a finger into the mysterious substance. The surge of healing magic made her shiver. With the last traces of magic, she conjured a small, ornate tea cup and scooped herself a refreshing drink. Ah... Exactly what she needed...
Daintily the small witch wiped her mouth. Her strength was slowly returning, even greater than before. Now that she had regained her composure, she managed to shoot a venomous glare at the peasants present. “Do not dare to try and peek, you vulgar apes.” However, her cold gaze softened significantly when it stopped on Kiryu. “T-that includes you, Sir Miyazawa.” Without any further explanation, she hurried behind the closer pillar. Like a snake shedding its skin, she struggled to free herself of the ruined robes. Eugh, the blood and sweat made it stick to her skin... Maybe she should consider a different cut sometime... Ah, there! And with a wave of her wand she summoned herself a fresh set of new clothes. Much better.
Refreshed and re-dressed, the young noble stepped back into view. Finally she had fully regained her icy demeanor. Without giving her so-called allies even a second glance, she moved to study the shifting markings on the pillars. Fascinating... She clicked her fingers and a large midnight black tome appeared in her grasp. Hurriedly she started jotting down notes while her cold voice trailed across the empty space. “If I am correct, and I always am, these pillars are the key to the strange flow of magic within this area.” After finishing the sentence, she paused briefly. Ah, she really should clarify... “Please do not confuse this for a conversation. I am merely organizing my thoughts. You may grunt in agreement at your leisure.” She refused to expect much more from a couple of cavemen. ...And Kir- Sir Miyazawa.
Word Count: 701 Total Event Word Count: 528 (Part I) + 3305 (Shadow Fight) + 701 (Part III) = 4534
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