Shade
Hellions
Stephen Lynch
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Post by Shade on Jan 31, 2010 13:43:57 GMT -5
"Working..?.. On a plan !? Oh hell, we got stuck with the only guy who has less of a clue what's going on than Kelly, GREAT." The sarcasm dripped from the chin of our boy the SHADE and in an instant his mind flipped through plans. Hellions they who he stood with were not, yet as his Queen in White had taught, and in living many years in her home and under her watchful eye had he gleaned through osmosis... for never once a leader had he been... that a plan is wonderful but best it is to act before the moment to act has passed.
"Joce! Merge with me." He reached out a hand to her, and with great and furious anger he did quell the dark, for but that moment she needed to splice herself into him. Hey I have to say it's great to have you back, but the darkness in me is gonna push you out soon... so I'll get us out there and then you can merge with Kelly and fly off. They can't really hurt us like this I don't think he let the mist of himself form as the being of flesh they had been, the ample breasts and, mighty though they were, curves of the Altlantean had found themselves smoothed down by the thin muscular frame of the shadowed one. Smallish breasts and subtle curves they owned as Spliced together they were dissolved before the Black Knight's intrigued eyes as the two who were one became naught but a wisp on the wind.
Ok here it comes, Joce.. you feel it? The hunger? Yeah, don't give in and we'll be OK. It'll want to get a hold of your will, it'll want to make us go and drain the life force of the Black Knight, and also of our friends- yeah I said it.. I guess they ain't so bad those two. She knew who he meant, they shared thoughts and not just the formed thoughts but the whole of the equation. She knew how he felt about Kelly, and how he had accepted Mato almost completely into his select group of friends, and even how he detested Ariel and all she had to do with Mason and Cyclops and that goodie goodie Tracy, yet still in all she was something of a friend... a classmate, or at the very least a cohabitator he recognized from the place he called home.
Ugghh, I can't hold it back much more They drifted off and away toward the circling ghosts, circling round their friends and more pitiful spirits than they. Ghosts, damn.. I can feel them more than see them... feel em? and in that moment he knew she could. Better be careful it's like they can drain us- least it feels cold when they touch .. eh? Yeah, it's a draining kind of cold, you're right In the form of the darkness of Shade, tinted blue with the dwelling of Splice in their midsts, vision was all encompassing. It was like unto the view from a helicopter as it looked down and yet not, for the eyes of a person see only a field of vision 180 degrees. Stephen and Jocelyn in Shaded form saw 360 degrees around.. and more.. for up and over as a dome, as well as down and under making it truly a simple knowledge of all around them- yet below them the ground held nothing of interest and lost as she might have been, newly sighted in the view, the ghosts glowed to draw the vision of them, both inspiring awe and dread.
OK we're here.. I can't hold it back much longe-OWW. That ghost hit us with his lance She felt the pain as well as he did, a cold searing pain and the anger within the darkness swelled into a wave of tsunami-like proportion "GET OUTTT!!!" a voice erupted from within the dark soul of the boy-shadow and spoke aloud as it expelled the solid form of Jocelyn into the middle of the group of mutants to drop her hard on her lovely blue bottom with a bounce. Never again boy, do you hear me...I will swallow her soul if you bring her back here. Then you will wear that form for all time. Blue flesh, neither woman nor man, and your heart will weep as it shudders now. But together we will do this, you will do this, and you will own the doing of this thing completely. Stephen, being then shocked and unnerved, in pain and horror- more it seemed of self than of the striking blow- returned to flesh form. "Rough landing? Heh, I told ya you'd travel in style." Try as he might to play it off he knew Jocelyn would know the struggle he faced within.
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Hotwire
Corsairs
Ariel Reyes
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Post by Hotwire on Jan 31, 2010 20:37:46 GMT -5
“Jocelyn!” Ariel said as she saw her friend get tossed into the small space that contained her, Mato and Kelly. She moved over to her to help her up by the elbow and brought her closer to the others so that they wouldn’t get separated again. “Are you okay?” she asked, looking at her and then at Stephen, who was back as well. “What happened to you guys? Where did you go? How'd you get in here?" she asked, wanting to know what the hell was going on and wanting to get control of the situation. She looked almost expectantly at Jocelyn before she was pushed over by one of the circling ghosts.
Regaining her stance, her smile was replaced by an annoyed expression. Being rendered useless and unable to fight back with her own hands made her angry. Ariel had always been taught to face problems and obstacles head on and take them down, figuring out what she has to do and then doing it. Here, she knew what the problem was and boy did she wanna take them down, but she couldn’t. The ghosts had become able to physically affect them, but there was nothing she could do against him, and she didn’t know why any of this was happening, or how to deal with it. She growled in frustration, hating that there was nothing she could do. “How the hell do we get out of here?” she asked Jocelyn and Stephen, looking at them before the wall of circling ghosts, since they weren't there before, and now they were. The ghosts were exactly that: ghosts. They were transparent, technically ‘not there,’ therefore something she should be able to get through. Why they were able to hit her didn’t make sense, but she could still try getting out.
“Screw this, I want out of here,” she said, looking at the wall of ghosts fiercely before charging at it. She should’ve been able to fly out and land on the ground, but it was as if she hit a solid wall and was hit back. Her arms shot up protectively in front of her as she was thrown back against Mato; though she didn’t know who because she had unwittingly flinched. “Um. OW. Any brighter ideas to get outta here?” she asked, gritting her teeth as she put a hand on his shoulder to right herself before feeling her hair get yanked, her head being pulled back and knocking her off balance again. “Motherfu-“ she yelped, falling back on her behind, clutching the back of her head. Those ghosts had pulled pretty hard, and seemed to be getting more unruly with each passing second, and Ariel was getting tired of it quickly.
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Calorie
Corsairs
Kelly Burns
You know what word is funny? Pickelweasel!
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Post by Calorie on Feb 6, 2010 0:23:07 GMT -5
The next couple of minutes were a total blur to one Kelly Burns, because he was too busy screaming his head off. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaAAAAAAAHHHHHH! FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING GET AWAY!" he screamed blindly, randomly turning patches on the ground into sour skittles. He hated ghosts, they freaked him out when they were in the movies and unless it was a really hot chick ghost with big boobs, than he didn't want anything to do with them.
"AAAHHHHHHHH- Joce?" Kelly stopped his screaming and looked over at her with wide eyes. "JOCE! YOU'RE OKAY!" he screamed and ran over and hugged her tight. For a minute he forgot about the ghosts as he felt Jocelyn's huge and soft boobs press into his chest. He wanted to send Namor a letter of thanks for whatever was in the water in Atlantis to get Jocelyn to go from mosquito bites to honking melons. "Did I ever tell you I love you tops and your- AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH GHOSTS GET AWAY!" He began yelling again when he opened his eyes and saw them all around him and giving him creepy looks that drunk fat girls gave him at a bar. "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Feb 19, 2010 0:53:42 GMT -5
From the edge of the clearing where the ghosts had brought them all, just inside the wood-line knelt the Black Knight, Dane Whitman. Looking on he thumped a hand on the top of his helmet and let it drag down it's front. Look before you leap? Yeah that move he just pulled is not what Emma teaches... not at all, but hey at least I don't have to worry about where they are now. His plan was formulating itself as he ran down the list of possibilities for what he could do and what he had to do.
Alright, so I have to find that bloody Runestone and the only way is to have these ghost knights lead me to it. Need to get them to hurry up about it though cause those kids don't know what they're in the middle of. OK options..options... shipoopy, only one comes to mind and I really hate that it always comes to that. He looked down at his Ebony blade as it lay safe in it's sheath. Ahhh who am I kiddin, I love it. A big shit eatin grin curled across his face as he rushed out of the woods drawing his sword.
"You boys remember me?" He called out to the ghosts as he rushed them. The magic of his blade, enchanted as it were by Merlin himself, glowed a distinct purple in the presence of the specters as he whipped it slicing through the night air. "Hell of a deal you made Sir Roderick. I told you I'd make you regret it one day... and that day has COME!" The Knight he spoke to was none other than the leader of the cabal of hellbound fallen Knights whom he had known in life so many thousand years ago. Time, so easily manipulated by the magics he dealt with since honoring his birthright and accepting the burden of the accursed blade he bore, a malleable substance time -yes indeed, that he no longer saw his life in a patchwork as he had when he was new at the heroing business but as a steady stream that sometimes looped in on itself.
The Black Knight quickly dodged the lance of his foe and closed with the ghost of his one time friend, unseating him with a shove from the flat of his blade. Honorable to a fault, Dane gave Sir Roderick the chance to draw his own blade. As the weapons found purpose, one ghostly the other ethereal and made of blackest starstone infused with magic, and were joined in battle the sound and show of light was a spectacle to behold. Yet it was not honor alone that stayed the Black Knight's thrust and held back a blow that would send Sir Roderick's spirit into a realm beyond this one, no not honor alone, for the Black Knight had a plan now and draining the power off of the ghosts with some good old fashioned melee was step one.
"Being dead has not improved your fighting prowess Sir Fallen Knight, shall I take you to school? I believe these students here might help me, at least you there." He finally had a look at the Shaman's face and recognized him from a picture he had seen not too long ago. "TrueSpirit right? Heard all about -" he blocked a heavy overhand blow with his Ebony blade. Speaking amidst the fray was a skill he had acquired along his travels, one he had admired in Spiderman and had adopted for himself "-UnnFF.. about you from Gina and Alli... what are ya waitin for, an invitation? We WhOAh" he ducked as a swipe meant for his head came past his own riposte, with a quick spin to the side he switched his grip on his blade and as the follow through thrust came he stepped in to pummel-punch the Sir Roderick in the throat "-we keep em busy fightin so they drain off their energy.. gotta find the source. They'll call to it when they get tired enough."
"I know at least one of you flies right?" he called to the rest of the mutants in the middle of the circling Ghost Knights. They who now seemed intent on making with each pass an attempt to strike his lifesource and draw him into their world. "Get some air Atlantean, see if you can spot anything.. looks like we can use all the help we can get." A dive roll to the side saved him then from a lance through the torso. "The rest of you scatter, try and make things harder for them, the object is to get them to light up the Rune-Stone, so Ladyblue can catch a glimpse of it in the dark." He had forgotten all else she could do, truth be told he had little knowledge of the details of any of their powers, but he had heard a thing or two about them each.
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Post by TrueSpirit on Feb 20, 2010 20:54:58 GMT -5
To fight evil spirits was a dangerous practice, and to be surrounded by them with the pulsating anger and malice heavy in the air intensified the danger by a tenfold. The Great Grizzly roared and charged at the spirits, swiping at them with mighty paws to strike them aside. He stood by Mato and the others, being true to his nature and protecting the others with the same ferocity of a mother bear protecting it's cubs. The young Shaman needed to act swiftly with the spirit's encroaching on him and his friends. "Come my friends, we must all work together now," he grabbed each of their hands and brought them together so they would be close. "I cannot do this alone, and we cannot physically defend ourselves against spirits in our form. But our souls can.
His river gray eyes studied his two teammates and the young Atlantean. "With trust in ourselves and in our souls, we will be able to overcome anything. I will bring forth your spirit animals, and with them we will get out of this." Mato took Jocelyn first, bringing her close and placing a hand on her forehead. "I know this will be a first for you, but you must trust me," he whispered before the two of them along with the Great Grizzly glowed a bright gold, illuminating the clearing for a moment as the form of a rather large male Bottlenose Dolphin swam in the air as if in the water next to her. Opening his eyes, he smiled upon the greeting the dolphin gave to Joce, butting her with it's nose as it swam around her in the air.
The choice for Jocelyn to go first was very strategic. She needed to go to the air, and her spirit animal could accompany her there easily, for in this atmosphere the air was his ocean. The second and most important was the hidden barbarity of the animal. The Bottlenose dolphin could defeat the ocean's greatest predators: all types of the great Shark and even the mighty Orca Whale. Their playfulness and intelligence overshadowed their ferociousness, but it was ever present. Even now to the group they were able to see, as the Bottlenose dolphin charged through the spirits, head-butting them and sending them flying across using it's mighty tail. The dolphin had looked hesitant, perhaps even frightened in the beginning, but the desire to survive is a primal instinct that was ever present in all humans.
His hand went to blue satin soft skin on Jocelyn's cheek while studying the baby blue depths of her large eyes, full of honest emotions to the point where it tugged his own heart looking into them. "If you believe in yourself and remember you're strength, you will never be defenseless," Mato whispered quietly to her before letting her go to fly. He sent a silent prayer to the Wise One in the Sky to watch over her.
Next he turned to Shade, a new comrade that he made in the course of this trip. Since Mato arrived at the school, he was always fascinated by the Shade's spirit. It was a bat with a small body but the largest wings he had ever seen on such a small animal. More than that, there seemed to be so much more to him than the persona he projected. Now as they stared at each other, Mato felt a wave of understanding come through him as he studied the bat. The body was a light and the wings were black as night. There was a struggle within him that he never shared. One day though, he would learn that he was the body, and the control was his and his alone, and nothing could ever take that from him. No matter how big the wings, they could not exist without the body. He stared at his friend with understanding, bowing his head to the Wise Bat. "You know what to do my friend. No one and nothing can take away your spirit, even if they may think so," he said softly, pressing a finger to Shade's forehead as the field lit up in gold again, the large winged bat forming beside him, flapping his arms furiously and circling Shade. It was a marvel for the young Shaman as well, for the expression on Shade's face told him that perhaps by looking at his spirit, he too had a new understanding of his soul.
The next person he went to was Ariel, his beautiful teammate and friend with an untamed spirit if he ever saw one. "Remember Ariel, have faith in yourself as a person, not in your mutant abilities," He murmured as the field lit up in a gold glow briefly as the Wild Mustang formed out of Ariel, pawing the ground and snorting in fear. "Just have faith, and with your spirit by your side you will prevail." With a squeeze of her hand, he moved on to Kelly. His friend's zest for life and playful nature was a key to his being, and the reason why he could always be depended on to not lose himself in the sorrow of life.
"Kelly my friend, hold on to the thoughts of the parts of life you enjoy and desire. Hold on and guard them against the rest of these spirits," Mato said softly as again they both glowed as brightly as a star in the sky, along with the other spirit animals. The large light brown platypus emerged, swimming through the air like water as it instantly started clawing at the spirits in an almost erratic fashion, keeping any that close to Kelly at a distance. The one thing about Kelly Burns, is that he trusted his friends blindly, and because of that the young Shaman knew that he would not worry as much for his carefree teammate.
Mato moved away and walked over to the Great Grizzly, towering at almost ten feet tall as it stood on two legs, strident roars and snarls filling the air as he swiped and bit at the spirits. After all the spirits the he brought forth, he found himself feeling slightly weaker. He relied on the strength of the Great Grizzly now, and he had fate that he would prevail with the aid of his friends and the Wise One in the Sky watching over him. The blood of Shamans and Warrior's flowed through Mato's veins, and as he reached down to take the heavy buffalo bone knife, he prayed to his ancestors to bless him. Climbing on to the back of the Great Grizzly, Mato closed his eyes and concentrated on seeing through the eyes of the Grizzly as they charged into the spirits. The teeth of the Great Grizzly were bared as they bit at the spirits, a realistic pain that many have felt for the first time in years going through them as they were touched by another soul. Eyes closed as the vision between himself and the Great Grizzly Bear became one, Mato raised the blessed and sacred knife above him, and with the movements of his ancestors, brought it on the Spirits of Evil.
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Calorie
Corsairs
Kelly Burns
You know what word is funny? Pickelweasel!
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Post by Calorie on Feb 25, 2010 0:50:58 GMT -5
"GET AWAY GET AWAY!" Kelly yelled and ran blindly through the crowd of ghosts, screaming his head off. For a tall and lanky guy, Kelly Burns was one fast cookie, especially when he was terrified beyond his mind. The loudest thing that could be heard at that point was Kelly Burns screaming, and that weird and erratic pur-like sound the Platypus made as it attacked the knights around Kelly with it's deadly claws.
"[AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHAAHHHHHHHAAAHHHHHHHH!!!![/size]" he screamed running around and the knights with his Platypus going claw crazy swimming next to him and just clawing at the knights as they ran around the knights. This was an odd tactic for Kelly, for though he was scared out of his wits, nothing annoys and tires anyone, with the occasional exception of one serious sicko, was to see someone else running around and screaming bloody murder.
"IT'S LIKE NIGHT AT THE MUSEUM! I HATE THAT MOOOOVIEEEEEEEEEEE! AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Kelly Burns continued screaming his head off and then felt something hit him across his back. Screaming the entire time, he fell to the ground flaying his arms and legs everywhere as he fell. Meanwhile his Platypus made that creepy purring sound and went at the ghost knight that struck him, and any others as Kelly stayed on the ground screaming his head off.
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Shade
Hellions
Stephen Lynch
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Post by Shade on Feb 25, 2010 22:16:21 GMT -5
Eyes opened wide for the very first time- inner eyes, looking at what was within. Long lost in the depths of the twisting labyrinth, lost in the joylessness of his own soul's darkness. The Shade, boy-shadow stared, head on a swivel to follow his spirit animal in flight. "The wings are too big for it" he spoke his thoughts aloud as the flight of the animal seemed erratic at first, then as his eyes adjusted to what he was seeing it occurred to him how perfectly it was synchronized. "Oh wait, no it's got a weird rhythm but it looks.. right to me now" he whispered as he stepped further away from Mato to take the fight to the spirits.
O.K. bat, you and me. But, you are me though aren't you? What does that say about who I am? Frikin Mato man, I'm a bat? With over-sized wings? Well I do have an over-sized .. yea, ok over-sized wings, I get it. Inwardly he laughed and caught himself in it as the world around him was becoming a furry of fight in flight. Ghosts on horseback, armorclad and weaponed, doing their terroristic torturous best with those flayed and fearful, the rest of the souls, stuck there as they had been for countless agonies unable to cross over, pitiful and pitied now by the boy-shadow. In his own way a heart he did have, a heart that could feel for others. Though often enough powerless to fight and feel at the same time was this heart, the fight within overwhelming for him, yet for the moment the fight had abated.
In a way most furious, spirit bat fighting, ghosted Knightly flesh tearing and returning to it's ethereal hosts. Amazingly, a spirit of awe and inspiration before the boy-shadow's eyes, inspiring he with a sense of unity and purpose in that moment. Delightedly, with turn of wing the spirit flapped it's vengeance, displaying itself in all of it's power and glory.. United in it's being. A calm found Stephen there, in the eye of the storm- a storm of darkest magiks most potent. The darkling mutant watched with wonder as a child.. watched with pride as pariah redeemed.
His internal struggle dulled by what he saw expressed of his own inner self and the darkness within him intrigued as well it did seem, and then clearer he saw it , far clearer. The expression in animal of his very soul, wings the darkness, he himself the body. Fascinating was the expression of his own truth and the display of self as his spirit animal worked together in unison with it's own overwhelming disadvantage, the advantage it was turned to astounded him. So transfixed was he that errantly wandered away did his mind, only to be reminded of where he was and what was happening by a blow to the bat and himself with a spiked ball on a chain. "Gaahhhh!" in a gurgle cried out The Shade and in a heap with his own spirit fell he. Eyes barely able to lift and see the Fallen Knight above him, leaping from his steed a crushing blow intent to land, flail swinging high above his head.
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Post by TrueSpirit on Feb 26, 2010 0:12:41 GMT -5
The sacred dagger blessed by his ancestors of Wise Shamans and Great Warriors clashed with the chain with such vigor to push it off course and away from the shrewd and sophic Shade. The grey eyes of the young Shaman that reflecting a calm river now swirled like the most ferocious of storms as he stood over his friends, eyes focused on the knights of evil with the Great Grizzly by his side. He was no longer at home in his village, fighting for his people from the Civil War that broke out between the tribes. The path of life brought Mato to this very moment, fighting for his new family and his new tribe against the spirits embodied in malevolent depravity. The Wise One in the Sky had a plan for all, and protected all that allowed. Right then and there, Mato felt the spirits of his ancestors more prominent in his soul than ever before. The Wise Shamans of the past and the Apache Warriors that died so he may have life embodied his soul as his body moved on his own accord. The training that all the children in his village endured as children to keep with the traditions their ancestors set shown through for Mato in a rare moment of the true fierceness that laid beneath his calm exterior. His movements were quick and ruthless, the sacred dagger held steady in his hand as he threw the chain back at the knight, grabbing the attention to focus on him. The two circled each other, a series of attacks as different as a black forest and shining waters clashed in a once in a lifetime battle. The sophisticated fighting of the dark ages met the brutal and ruthless fighting of the Native tribe of the land that inhabited the ground they stood on. A series of dodges and slashes was the battle methodology that the young Shaman chose, having an advantage to move quickly over the heavy armor that the knight wore. The knight was far from unskilled, far surpassing Mato in every manner. However, what the young wise Shaman lacked in speed, he made up for in speed, and of course having the Great Grizzly by his side, striking from behind at the slower moving knight. Any attack to an experienced fighter came with risks, and in this case the spiked ball scraped hard across his back, the spikes tearing the free layer of skin. His body tensed in pain, hisses escaping from his mouth for only a second. He knew better than to lose a moment in a battle, and launched himself on the back of another knight heading for Kelly, a war cry native to his people leaving his mouth in a fierce and piercing cry. With the aide of his ancestors and the great spirits, there was nothing, nothing at all that Mato wouldn't give to keep his friends safe. In his vow to his tribe and with the connection the Wise One in the Sky, Mato gave everything of himself that he could, despite the pain, despite the overwhelming presence of evil, he would not stop fighting. Many thought that a hero was someone with great skills and great knowledge with the skills of a leadership, but Mato did not believe that to be true. He watched true heroes walk the threshold of the school everyday. They were people who did the best that they could, and they gave everything there was to give when the time came. As he watched the legendary Black Knight fighting to help strangers, and his friends give all the could of themselves, he knew that in their presence, there would never be any regret for his actions at that moment no matter what the outcome of the night were to be.
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Splice
Acolytes
Jocelyn Roma
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Post by Splice on Feb 26, 2010 1:29:15 GMT -5
The breath that left Jocelyn when Mato brought her spirit animal out only became sharper as she looked at the animal that was apparently apart of her in awe. It was a large male Bottlenose dolphin, perhaps the largest that she had ever seen. He swam next to her, making high pitched noises and moving his head under her arm as she began flying toward the skies. "Wow... this is me," she whispered in awe of the protector and predator of the sea. She herself loved dolphins, they were fun to play with, and some of the smartest animals in the world. And here was the most beautiful one she had ever seen, and it was her, or what her soul embodied. Looking at the dolphin as it swam into the crowd of ghosts, the confidence that slipped from her since the ghosts managed to grab her. She was not used to feeling helpless, and for once none of her abnormal abilities could help her. Now that she watched her Bottlenose Dolphin, kicking major ass by torpedoing right into the knights, knocking them off their horses hard to the ground, her confidence and security seeped back in slowly. She was a fighter, and she never would let one little incident bring her down, she was Jocelyn Roma, daughter of one of the most powerful Atlantean warriors and raised by the most awesome kick ass mom ever. Her spirit certainly had the will, and Joce knew that all she had to do was grab that will and not let go. Her curvy and soft form soared over the battle in the rough battle in the clearing, her blue eyes searched the ground for the glow that Dane had described. Ever so often, her glance would drift down to the fight, resisting the urge to fly in and help. "Come on I gotta concentrate, it has to be here somewhere," she said to herself as she flew around the clearing, looking for that glow. The shrill sound of the dolphin's call sounded from behind her and her head whipped around so hard that her ink black hair went flying everywhere. The dolphin swam to an area not far away from the clearing, covered in heavy brush. Upon closer inspection, she found a soft glow coming from the thick underbrush, that once in awhile pulsed with a brighter glow. "What the..." Jocelyn flew closer and looked back at the fight and then at the glow, watching that it only pulsed with light every time the ghost knights made a big fighting blow. "This has to be it," she said to herself and flew closer, parting the thick leaves and branches to see a well hidden slab of stone unlike anything she had seen before. "DANE! I FOUND IT!" Jocelyn yelled pointing to it as her dolphin circled the air above it. Her friends and the Black knight were incredibly outnumbered and Mato looked to be bleeding badly. "HURRY!" She called again, her brow wrinkling in concern and bracing herself for what was to come.
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Post by ~ N.P.C. ~ on Feb 26, 2010 1:30:00 GMT -5
With the signal from the Atlantean beauty Dane swung away from Sir Roderick, allowing a hit to be struck him, glancing though it was, across the back of his thigh. It burned his soul, but a step or two and the feeling returned. Running as the spirit laughed behind him, taunting him as a coward, the Black Knight knew the goal of the fight was to win the war and not just the battle. Thorns and brambles tearing at him, worldly wounds that he would need to tend to after it was over, he pressed on through the woods to the spot she had directed. The ground grew soft under foot, the air thick with the presence of magic and energy. His lungs unable to find air it was becoming so dense, like a soup or a fog, and his mind swimming in a dreamlike state. Gotta stay focused, stay sharp. The Ebony Blade can end this, take care of this mess I started long ago by not being bold enough to stand up for righteousness and purity. I knew them for what they were even back then. They came to this continent to reap it's spoils, take what they wanted and now years removed from my youth and centuries removed from the moment I left them to do as they would I have come to redeem them and myself. To wipe clean the slate of the mistakes I made. How could I have been so naive, so foolish. Where am I?"What was I doing?" he said aloud, the fog having done it's duty, ever vigilant in it's watch and the perfect proof from being located.. confusion. "AAAhhh!!" Dane screamed out as a blade pierced through him from behind and stuck out through his gut. It was Sir Roderick's blade, he knew it by it's engravings as he looked down to see ...BLOOD!?! "Roderick, You? You -" he swung his blade knowing right where the man's body would have to be. Feeling the sword through his body go stiff in hand and then free as it was released he staggered a step forward and turned slowly to see how clean he had struck his foe. In rest the ghost lay there, nearly.. eviscerated by the Ebony Blade, Sir Roderick's ghost lay pulling at it's entrails. Clutching them and drawing them in, yet it was a task that would have no end, Dane knew it as he watched, knew that this would be Roderick's personal hell.. to lay in the swampy mud, the man he once thought his lesser having bested him, for all time to see this moment in crisp detail. "Told you before Roderick... you're half the man your mother was." He Pulled the sword from his body and as it dropped the wound closed and the blood faded, but the pain remained. He would need the Shaman's help he feared as a wound to one's soul deep enough to draw blood was nothing to take lightly, but for now he knew what he had to do. In his quest to prove himself the better, Roderick had given back to the Black Knight that which he needed. His resolve cemented and his plan reminding him his task, Dane rushed at the RuneStone. Leaping at it through the thick air in what felt like slow motion, trails of himself smeared across time and through the seconds drawn long as they were by the RuneStone in protection of itself he swung his blade, carving it in twain. The release of the lock on the ghosts set them all free in an instant, those bound for heaven and those for hell also, dissipated in their own vapors. Long moments passed before the Black Knight returned to the clearing. Hand clutching his abdomen he staggered into the midsts of the mutants. "Well, that was more than you all planned on I bet." he said pulling off his helmet. "Wasn't how I had planned on doing it, but the deed is done and you all helped a lot. Thank you.. and hey, now you all have something to hand in when they ask you to write about how you spent your week-" he collapsed to one knee, the tip of his blade stabbing into the earth as he grabbed tight to the hilt for support "-end. Unnff, Shaman.. I think.. I.. need a ... hand here." It was some time before he felt like himself again, but stories around the campfire passed the time as Mato tended them all and the wounds they and their spirit animals had received. He caught them up to speed on what The Dazzler and Decibel were doing, the tour was going well and when they had some down time the would find themselves adventuring with himself and the rest of Excalibur or the lads and lasses at MI:13. They in turn spoke their bit and all in all it was a relaxing return to normalcy, much had passed between them all that night, and in the sharing of what they had done a bond was formed. He would remember them all and he was proud to have fought at their side.
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