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It's okay, neither do I. Hold on.
Found it!
Mik_Hael wrote
Juggler: ...Cold....so cold......why am I here...I can't..."Not all Fire spirits, are born of this earth, some are born of the sun. Those who are are the most powerfull of their bretheren, but it comes at a price. Tiny flecks of energy, traveling through an infinite darkness, with only a slim chance of reaching a planet the size of a marble within an giant black void. This darkness, the crushing loneliness, it haunts them for the rest of their existence, engraved in their very being, always following them, like a shadow, and recurring in their very dreams. The juggler, was one of the first of these spirits, the darkness is engraved within him the most, and it is this darkness, the endless void from memory that he floats in now. At the edges of vision, just beyond the reach of mortal eyes beings of darkness, horrid fanged creatures of hollow eyes and bleeding skin wait for his light to go out, so that they may take it, and drag it into the depths.
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Archiver: A spec of blue travelled across an endless desert, pursied by a wave of pulsating darkness, as beings of shadow within endlessly give chase. It's an interesting thing when you have a water spirit without water, or without cold. They are beings of order, without Mik Hael they could only exist in the perfect vacuum, the perfect void devoid of energy of any kind. Energy tears at their existence destabalizes it, and rips the psyche apart. Archiver is stronger than most, but it affects her as well. The desert has been draining her for several hours now, at first she attempted to fight, but her powers soon simply ceased to function, every second the temperature rises ever further Every step leads to her inevitable downfall, her will is impressive though, always trying to find a way out. Even when there isn't one.
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Acrobat: Wind spirits are odd things, they are basically a representation of freedom, and fre will, unless they are broken completely, they will find a way to escape from anything, even the earth cannot bind them for long, but because of ti's ability to bind them, they fear it, the chrushingpressure, the confinement, the feeling of beeing buried alive, this is what the spirits of freedom fear most. So what better torture than simply chaining one to the bottom of a trench, as mishapen giants slowly throw rock after rock into it, obscurring the sky and burrying their pray ever slower as they sink into a prison of ground. Pure fear, is what breaks them best, then they are easy to caputre.
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Ace & Merna: The warrior and his sword will not go down easily........their culture trains them to ignore fear, and eventually defeat it entirely from their mind, which is something you need to do in the realm of Mik hael anyway if you are a mortal. Without a fear things have to be approached more bluntly. Nightmares, horrible things of changing shape torn from the nightmares of children, are taken and thrown into a pit, with them in the center. The warrior and his sword overwhelm us with their power of holy light, but the beings of nightmare are nuetral, nonexistant, the power has no effect. They can still destroy them in the mudane way, but eventually, in due time, they shall fall, and we will take them.
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Dephos: "Darn it!!!!! Mik Hael!!!!!" The god struggled against the forces of darkness which bound her. She would cut free from them, only to be bound again, and cut free...but her power was growing, never allow a god of chaos to become subject to emotion, with them, all hell shall be brought loose.....another tactic may be necessary. The shadows jerked and reformed pulling together after Dephos's last attack, her form was covered in the fires of creation and destruction well ont heir way to breaking through the virus of the crystal. A form appeared from the shadows, and soon started to take on a dephinate shape...the flames died out as an expression of mingled emotionand confusion swept over the face of the god.
Mik Hael: "Hello Dephos." What better way to defeat a weapon than to introduce it to its master.
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Mik Hael: Okay, infinite darkness, entirely cut off from the outside world, and I've taken to actively talking to myself....I fear I may be going insane.
????: Of course you are but what else is new.
Mik Hael: !?!??! No, HECK NO!!! You aren't real!!! I left you a long time ago.
Jester: of course I'm not real, htis is a realm of memory after all, when a god has spent a long time in this place it's not surprising that they would influence a being to come into existence.
Mik Hael: Great...and I suppose that that means that the others are coming as well.
Jester:...not quiet, I'm holding them back for now, I came to tell you something though.
Mik Hael:....what.
Jester: You can never, let go of the past, no matter how hard you try, it is a part of you, and ignoring it will only lead to damnation, accept your actions while simultaneously realizing their futility, or else you become a shell of your formal self.
Mik Hael:... I know that, they won't come back, they never will.
Jester: If that's true then why are you in this situation in the first place.
Mik Hael: ......
Jester: Just stew on that for a bit, otherwise I'll be back to spend some company time with my little protegee. hahahahaha... "fades into nothingness."
Mik Hael:...Darn it.
The Reasonable is also in a bind because he lost his game, and is currently being carried away by Snorkel Giants.
Vault wrote
hey had made it to the wall before The Reasonable reveled his plan. Dalton stared at him, mouth agape.
"So, this is a memory?"
"Yes."
"And I'm not real?"
"In all the ways that matter."
"So, your plan is toooo...?"
The Reasonable looked at him, and shook his head.
"So, it stands to reason that nothing in here can hurt me, now that I know it's just a memory."
It's at that point that Dalton took an arrow to the throat, and slumped over gurgling. The reasonable looked down at him dispassionately. After all, it's not like he was real. He turned to the soldiers marching up, and stood with his hands behind his back. They stopped.
"Why aren't you running?" one of them asked, in the same voice as the people from before. They probably all had the same voice. Perhaps he had never seen them properly.
"I don't need to. I've figured it out. We're in one of my memories, are we not? You have no power over me now."
They looked at him for a few long, quiet moments. Then, as one, they began to laugh. Great hateful bursts of sound that echoed throughout the burning wreck, and The Reasonable realized that they all must be laughing, every phantom soldier. The lead one stepped forward, and began to grow.
"Well well well, you know do you? The question is, do you remember?"
As the giant reached out and grabbed him, the Reasonable realized that he had made a frightful error.
Hey son, wanna' learn how ta' make witch balls?
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