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Post by Jack on Jul 11, 2005 19:23:09 GMT -5
(Jonash) "Jonash? It is time to awaken. I have a task for you," said a dark and mysterious voice to a shadowed body resting on the door closest to the ninth level of Hell.
The figure slowly began to rise as he worked out cricks in his neck. His helmet lay on the ground beside him. He dawned the helmet and then replied to the voice that was too familiar to him, "Yes my Lord?"
Inaudible whispers followed as the winged being took note of his master’s instructions. And after hearing what the voice had to say, he replied, "Your will be done." At that, Jonash unfurled his wings and flew towards the entrance to the seventh level. Instantly, he realized the changes to the place of his charge. This was not unusual, as God had designed the place to change every so often so as to prevent escape. Hell changed just as the insides of a living being would grow. For Hell is a living being, it has no mind, no conscience, it feels neither pain nor pleasure, but never the less it is alive. It must be to hold the souls here, only that which lives can hold the damned souls. But sadly, Jonash did not realize the truth. While he slept, he had been transported to another dimension. Why he had been chosen? That answer had not appeared and would not for sometime. The true dilemma occurred in the fact that Lucifer did know. But what was worse was that the Prince of Lies decided that he would use his new found servant to carry out his whim. And so the deception was carried out. Jonash believed himself to be in his dimension.
As he flew, he also noticed that many souls were missing. He had no idea what had caused it but when he reached the entrance and saw the demons he believed to be his own men, he formulated a clue. No more then ten of the Malebranche remained and fewer still was the dead Malebranche, their souls that remained were close to four. For those demon souls that still lingered he directed them to return to Satan so that they may receive bodies once more. But unfortunately, he could gain no information from those that had died other then a "soul collector" had come. Jonash had been informed by Lucifer about this "Thanatos persona" but could not perceive the level of the destruction or understand the description. Jonash would make this enemy of Hell pay, but for now he had other concerns.
After a few moments of searching, he finally found a demon that could describe this Thanatos monstrosity and after freeing him from the wall, the demon was pleased to do so. Jonash began then to travel to the next level but when he was a few feet from the demon he drew a sia and threw the blade into the demon's neck, decapitating him. Malebranche began to draw their weapons to attack, but Jonash raised his hand to stop them and then explained that he killed the demon for his lack of courage. The sia dissolved and returned to Jonash's sheath. They sheathed their weapons not wishing to kill the man that Lucifer had put under their charge.
It was then Jonash noticed an enigma. A Being of immense power but yet was not living. It was conscious of its self and of its ability to change its surrounding to change its destiny. It had the freedom of choice yet it wielded no spirit. It was a being that was “create.” And it looked to be looking for trouble.
“Are you the one that caused all this delicious chaos?” said Lólindir Telperiën, landing elegantly on the ground, his exhaust making already inhospitable air even harder to breath. Jonash didn’t understand why a being such as this was even in Hell, but didn’t care; he hadn’t fought someone worth fighting in a while. “Because I’d like to congratulate him,” he said drawing is hand inside of his arm to form a cannon. He then pointed at Jonash.
Jonash was facing away from his would be attacker and would not even turn to acknowledge the creatures existence. “If I say no and that I am out to get the one that has, what happens?” Jonash asked still refusing to look at the reploid.
“Simple, I kill you!” was the robots response, as he fired. But the shot seem to pass right through Jonash and Lólindir Telperiën found a painful gash on his back. When Lólindir looked around he saw foot prints starting from the samurai going behind him and then going back to the same position Jonash was standing as two walls of dust surrounding Lólindir began to settle. The demons watching this were then grateful to themselves that they did not attack Jonash after all as they would have fallen quite easily, not being able to even see Jonash move. Jonash then drew a black tachi slowly from his sheath. The blade was thick enough to be a ruin blade but its design said otherwise as the tsuba was made of gold and the habaki was silver. Along the edge of the swords temper line was dark blue ruins, names of the souls that made up the swords metal. His horns fell directly under the back of his helmet line. He pushed back hair that had gotten out place from running, as he lowered the blade to a more relaxed position closer to the ground.
Jonash’s voice was cold as the prison Satan called home as he explained, “If you’d like me to finish the job I started, you might as well come at me.” Jonash still refused to look at Lólindir.
NRP (or whatever this place uses for Non-Role Playing Banter): we'll I figured... "Hi my names Jonash! Whats yours?" just wouldn't quite do
Oh and my affiliation is Dan M-Nation (My Stats are/were in a bad place by mistake)
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Post by Jack on Jul 11, 2005 19:23:40 GMT -5
(Jonash) The reploid took his sweet time in answering. He knew he wasn’t as fast as this man, if that’s what you’d call him. He had never seen a man this fast; his sensors didn’t even recognize that he had moved.
“I don’t have time for this,” Jonash said as he disappeared through the entrance to the next level. But not before leaving a second scratch on his chest to match the gash on his back.
Rather angered by his would be opponent’s curtness he followed after, hoping he could at least catch his name.
Nrp: sorry it’s so short. I’d like to fight him, but I don’t wanna get into a habit of killing teammates. Besides, Jonash can’t waste his time on people who don’t post. I gotta reach my people and to do that I have to hurry.
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Post by Jack on Jul 11, 2005 19:23:56 GMT -5
(Serena) Silence. Nothing but the steady footsteps of a wanderer walking through the woods of suicides, home for all the poor souls of the dead bodies hanging apon the trees. Feeling the cold stares of the human headed Harpies sitting atop the twisted tree branches. The new cloaked fiqured walked slowly, wet blood covering the ground, black skies over top of her as the Harpies sitting atop the trees feasted on the dead bodies.
Wrapping her cloak around herself tighter, her face covered by the darkness of her hood. Reaching towards the end of the bloody trail, the cloaked figure came to a halt at a tall hilltop. Walking towards the very edge of the hill the figure kneels down, her dark blue velvet eyes apon the landscape of the seventh level of hell, her cloak still wrapped around her as she stands as a harsh wind pushes her cloak revealing only half of her body, and a small sign of a silver feather from her wing.
Not flinching, she closes her eyes tilting her head to the side, her body relaxed and ready for anything, she reaches behind her firmly grabing the hilt of her long katana, and swiftly pulls it out of her sheath with her left hand. Laying it out in front of her, she opens her eyes halfway staring into silver glimmering blade. Seeing the reflection, a sweet smile runs across her face.
Slowly but again swiftly she raises her blade towards the edge of the hilltop and points it down the seventh level of hell turning her body slightly, as a harsh wind blows, this time towards the front of her revealing her whole body as her silver white wings shine in the darkness and spread. Her hood flying off, she reveals her sweet smile.
Opening her eyes halfway she speaks with a voice that almost sounds as if it were a song. "It seems.......it is my turn to make a move".
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Post by Jack on Jul 11, 2005 19:24:17 GMT -5
(Jonash) “So who are you,” Lólindir asked. Jonash had slowed down enough for the reploid to follow. He was secretly hoping the monstrosity, as he saw it, would be eaten by Harpies. Did they have a taste for metal? He had never really thought about it until now. In any case, Jonash had been briefed on his mission. And it looked as though he would need all the help he could get; even if it was annoying. “So are you gonna tell me?” “The name is Jonash,” Jonash replied, still refusing to look at him.
“We’ll Jonash, the names Lólindir . . .” “That’s nice I don’t care, you’ll be dead soon enough.” “And why do you say that?” “Call it a hunch but you don’t belong” “In this place, you’re right.” “Where are we by the way?” ask Lólindir still struggling to keep up with the angel-like being as he climbed through the tunnel.
“Hell” “Hell? As in THE Hell!” “I told you, you don’t belong” They arrived at the end of the tunnel and found themselves at the foot of a desert. Jonash paused a moment to get his bearings. This gave the robot a chance to catch up completely. Jonash took one whiff and wished he hadn’t. Apparently, Lólindir hadn’t flown through all the pouches of the eighth level. Lólindir then wished he hadn’t followed as fire rained from the sky in front of him.
“Any other way of getting out of here?”Still refusing to look at Lólindir, he replied, “Nope.” NRP: I have to go to Nashville for a few days (three to be precise) so if Serena wants to play, fine But at least let me enjoy the fight. If she likes, she can beat up on Lólindir, I don’t think he’s been too active. Also remember the order that they would have to travel is the desert, the forest, and then the river. Peace and love
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Post by Jack on Jul 11, 2005 19:24:53 GMT -5
(Jonash) The fire burned so hot one would only register it as cold as a storm of fire was passing through the seventh level. The wind blew the two with such force that they struggled to walk and they were forced to a slow crawl. Fire rained all around them as they slithered inch by in through the thick sugary sand. Lólindir’s joints and servos ached as he reached for the top of the next dune. Slowly his head ascended the peek. It was at this time that he wished to cry. For what lay beyond the ridge was yellow, white and fire as far as his eye could see, and he could see quite a distance.
“Oh $#!^ no!” the reploid replied, extending his wings as he prepared to fly.
“You’re going to regret that,” said the android’s companion, too soft for even Jonash really to hear over the wind himself.
Unfortunately for Lólindir, he didn’t hear the Nephilim’s warning as he activated his boosters to take flight.
“Five, four, three, two. . .” “AH AH aHJhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” screamed the android as his smoke trail spiraled and then collided with a massive falling fireball. This said fireball then collided with the ground leaving a charred, but not seriously hurt, Lólindir. The wind had begun to settle enough for Jonash to walk once more. He got up off his stomach and walked over to his companion and pointed out in passing that the wind was more powerful then a hurricane and got stronger the higher one flew. He then continued walking towards the end of the dessert. Eventually, the storm quieted and Jonash unfurled his wings and took to the air. He could see a small dot that looked to be the home of the suicides. Seeing as he was in the eye of this massive storm, he decided to risk the flight and get as far as he could. Lólindir followed soon after. In the sky of this area, the heat was not too terribly bad. In fact, the physics of heat seemed to go in reverse here. Instead of rising or going outward from its source, fire seemed to go downward and inward. This little fluke in physics caused more pain to its inhabitants then any other fact, as sweating didn’t do that much good.
Jonash and Lólindir had gotten about a mile from the forest before the eye began to pass. They quickly landed and spread their bodies into the burning sand hoping to evade the fierce winds of the passing storm. The sheer force of the storm seemed to be a warning of sorts to the two companions that their existence was not welcomed.
Convinced that the storm would never pass Lólindir began moving, crawling really, for the next mile. Jonash began to believe the same and followed the reploid. After what seemed like an hour, they reached the forest and the storm seemed to dissipate instantly, thus proving them both wrong.
Jonash quickly put his finger to his mouth, trying to explain to Lólindir that he should be quite. He then pointed to the Harpies and began moving as silently as possible. The two moved with the stealth of felines as they moved quickly through the forest. The path through the forest was narrow and twisted and it wasn’t long until they came around the corner and found themselves face to face with a few sleeping harpies. Jonash tried not to breathe as the two moved quietly underneath the perched lesser-demons, but despite actions on both their parts Lólindir’s stench from the fourth valley caused the one directly down wind of the travelers to awaken. “Apparently, even the fires of the desert can’t wash away that smell,” said Jonash as the screams of hundreds of Harpies could be heard in the distance.
Soon after the demon’s awakening, they were surrounded by Harpies, all of various shapes and sizes, and each one wanted a piece of flesh and metal. “If we live though this remind me to kill you,” Jonash explained behind his back to the reploid, as he drew his sword.
“Get in line. I guess you’re not the only one that hates reploids. These things look pissed,” Lólindir added.
Jonash smiled a little bit, “Well, you do kinda stink.” The first of many Harpies lunged forward as Lólindir opened fire trying to keep them at bay. Luckily for them both, these Harpies weren’t too powerful, as Lólindir’s blast knocked out ten with one shot.
Jonash smiled widened, “I bet I can do better.” “Really?” asked the reploid. “I like to see you try.”
Instantly, Jonash was 200 yards away. He taped one of the Hapries on the shoulder and then returned back to Lólindir’s side.
“Big deal, you’re fast! How’s that supposed to help us?” Lólindir asked.
“Just wait,” Jonash said as he raised his hand towards the Harpy he had touched in the sky and closed his eyes like he was concentrating on a power he hadn’t used in a while. (Which was in fact, the case.) The back of the creature began to get brighter as light seemed to pull in the direction of the being. Then suddenly, there was nothing but darkness in the area, as if the light of the area had been devoured. The harpy looked to be in extreme pain as several of the flying demons began to be pulled in the direction of the creature. Close to 30 harpies were all bunched onto the back of this poor individual and as they struggled to move, each one of their bones began to collapse under the intense force pulling them. It was only when the ball numbered close to 100 that Jonash opened his eyes. He knew he couldn’t kill all of them with his one technique but that wasn’t his intension anyways.
Within seconds a massive flame of Hellfire was over his head and he released it right into the ball. Burning to dust the ones on the outside of the ball and mortally wounding the other harpies that hadn’t died from heart strain at the center.
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Post by Jack on Jul 11, 2005 19:25:33 GMT -5
(Jonash) Lólindir smiled and said, “Well if we’re not holding back.” He charged his weapon to its fullest capacity and released it into the up-and-coming 200 reinforcements. Explosions emerged across every part of the sky as smoldering harpies fell unconscious, or otherwise, from their lofty heights. There were no fewer then 50 harpies remaining still willing to attack them.
Jonash charged through them wielding two Kogatanas, stabbing each one of them in the neck and moving on. Two charged at him but they were no match for his speed and could only leave a few scrapes to the side of his biceps and a deep cut to the left of his forearm, almost cutting completely though the armor and to the muscle. He leapt into the air and they followed bringing with them the remaining twenty. They raised their weapons to avoid being struck and were successful in doing so but as Jonash passed them, Lólindir placed a direct shot into the rest and they fell towards the ground in pieces.
The explosion forced Jonash out of the sky as he crashed into two of the Hellenic (I think that’s the right word) trees. He got up onto his feet and looked around. That was when an angelic being walked through forest coming from the other side of the level. At first, Jonash couldn’t believe his eyes. Aside for White Shadow and the other Shiliun, he hadn’t seen lighter colored wings in nearly 3,000 years. Lólindir ran up to the two who both seemed surprised to see each other. “you’re a. . .” she said pointing in near shock at he Nephilim. Jonash quickly drew a sword and attacked. Lólindir followed Jonash’s example and fired at the angelic woman. She dodged the volley of shots and went for Jonash. Their swords met with fiery fervor as both heat and tremors on the ground emanated from the deadlock between the combatants. Lólindir fired trying not to hit his “friend” and succeeded in causing the woman to be shot back a few yards. Now more annoyed at the android, she charged at him. Jonash examined the situation closely and discovered this was the chance he had been waiting for. He was hoping that the Harpies would have gotten him, but apparently the “soul collector” had taken the lives of too many of them for them to have been a real threat. As for the other warriors that inhabited this place, they too seemed too fewer in numbers. This, in Jonash’s mind, was indeed the best opportunity.
“I had hoped that you would have died at the hands of the Harpies,” Jonash said turning to run. “But I guess this will have to do. Adieu,” Jonash said not looking back. To this point he still hadn’t looked at him and wasn’t about to now.
And there the angel, Serena, and the reploid, Lólindir, did battle as Jonash ran to take care of his “important” mission.
He reached the river of blood in no time and dove head first into the river. He swam the entire length under the surface to avoid the centaur archers. He thought about riding one and killing the others but then realized that should either of the two warriors win, he would need these creatures to slow him or her down. When he reached the end of the level, he was in near shock the condition of the Minotaur. It was blind and nearly helpless. It could hear, though it seemed to be bleeding out its ears as well, which was probably due to the impact the eyes must have received. But, it could defiantly smell and it rushed at the smell of the human and angelic blood before him. Jonash was surprised it did so, for he and the Minotaur had been on, at least a basic level, acquaintances.
“Minotaur, it’s me, Jonash!” He said leaping into the air to avoid being thrust through.
It did not speak only tried to grasp at the flying Jonash by jumping high into the air, hoping to rip the Nephilim limb from limb. Jonash merely assumed that the creature could not hear as it had before and could not recognize the voice. (The truth is: the Minotaur doesn’t know Jonash, but Jonash doesn’t know that). “I’m sorry, my friend, let me put you out of your misery,” Jonash asked, pulling out a very long sword known as a Masamune. He then fell quickly to the ground stabbing the creature through the neck and continuing through the bottom of the creature directly through the heart. Jonash then relinquished the sword, leaving the corpse as a sort of morbid statue; a warning to all that ‘none should pass’. He then repaired his armor from a few souls found in the river and moved on.
NRP: I am leaving Lólindir to fight Serena because I am not too entirely sure either is posting anymore according to a message I received. And I don’t like killing people that have just posted once or twice. (I guess I am just nice like that)
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Post by Jack on Jul 11, 2005 19:26:03 GMT -5
(Lolindir)
RP: Darkness engulfed the vision of the reploid as the blow struck him within the back. Soon thoughts began to race through his mind. How had the creature dodged his blast? How had it moved so fast? How had he been defeated with a single blow?! As his thoughts engulfed him upon the outside world time slowly passed. The mechanical being was left within the eighth level of hell as the one who had struck him down left to find the one who had caused the carnage within the levels of hell.
Slowly his cold black eyes began to return to life as his systems repaired the damage caused by the weapon. As he returned to his feet from the kneeling position he had fallen into. As his systems scanned and checked the status of the repair work a cold growl escaped his form before he began to charge forward. Slowly his wings began to fold to his back once more as his eyes glanced about his surroundings. As his dark red eyes took in the surroundings his sensors began to work upon the task of tracking where the one who had slashed him had vanished too.
Soon his eyes could see upon the ground the tracks of the one who hurt him leading off towards the gate of the seventh level. It didn’t take long for him to try to reactivate his jetpack to take to the skies once more though when he did a spark ignited upon his back eliciting a series of curses from the black reploid. As his diagnostic’s examined what was wrong with his jet system he knelt started to charge forward towards the gate.
As he charged forward a black flame ignited under his feet which caused him to lean forward as his dash system activated. As he dashed forward trails of flame and dust were left in his wake while his wings started to spread once more as he dashed into the seventh level. Soon he caught up with the one who had slashed at his back but rather than initiate combat once more he did something unlike him, he greeted his adversary. The threat of his own death was soon shrugged off as he deactivated his dash systems and concentrated his nanobiotics towards fixing his damaged flight systems while his internal fuel supply refilled by drawing in the energy from the air about him.
As the two traveled on he made a few errors in judgment which resulted in crashes into the ground. With each crash into the ground and slight dent within his armor the nanobiotics within him worked to keep his body from being too severely damaged before another fight took place. Before long the two of them ended up within the suicide woods amidst what was left of the harpy guardians. His eyes glanced about at the scene before him as his sensors examined the signs of the fighting which had taken place before their arrival.
Soon after his initial examination of the scene his sensors soon started to shift from one harpy to another as he scanned what the maximum strength their bodies could produce. As his sensors detected the weakness of the harpies a small smirk formed upon his mechanical face before her turned his attention towards Jonash for the moment. His thoughts soon drifted back into his dark mind till the sound of the harpies screeching started up behind them. His hand quickly vanished as his arm returned to its blaster form.
With a quick glance towards the harpies he released a blast of energy which easily cut through them before decapitating within the air above in a small explosion. As Jonash spoke up he laughed softly before giving his own response. When he watched the resulting little explosion caused by the harpies exploding a small nod of his head was given before he allowed the blaster to start to vent while drawing in both energy from around him while adding his own internal fuel to the mix. Soon the charged blast was released from his cannon to crash through several rows of harpies before exploding amidst their ranks leaving the dead bodies to fall to the ground.
As the last group of harpies either fell in defeat or fled in defeat he began to shake his head slightly before turning to walk away. As the sound of a explosion and the crash of tree’s echoed out he glanced about before heading towards the sight of the sounds. As he approached and watched the slight confrontation between the two a slight grin formed upon his lips before he activated his blaster and sent a few shots towards the angelic being before watching how the small fight took place.
Soon he spotted the perfect opening for a blast upon the woman. With a small smirk upon his face he quickly restored his blaster before letting a blast hit the woman in the back causing her to get blasted away a few feet. As the woman got back up he heard Jonash’s declaration which caused his yes to glow aflame with fire for a moment before the woman who he had lasted charged towards him. With a small shake of his head he drew from his side his Black Lotus Blade which caught the blade of the angelic being he was fighting.
Soon the Lotus’ blade connected with the golden blade of the Angelic being he fought. The sounds of their swords clashing together would echo through the woods even as Jonash crossed over the river of blood and slayed the Minotaur. It didn’t take the two of them long to start striking each other with their respective swords. As sparks flew from the clashes of their swords the brush about the tree’s started to catch aflame.
As the two fought amidst the burning woods they began to take their fight to the air above the flames. Each sword stroke elicited a new set of sparks as the two blades clashed together from the ferocity of their wielders. Before long the two were forcing their blades against each other as they tried to gain the upper hand in their fight.
Soon Serena managed to get the upper hand upon Lólindir when she thrust her sword through his dark wing. As the blade of the sword was slashed downward through the metal of the wing Lólindir winced for a moment before bringing his sword up again though as he tried to land a blow upon Serena the metallic blade of the Angelic one pierced through his chest. For a moment his face held a shocked expression though as the blade was twisted within his form his eyes slowly dimmed as gravity took its hold upon him. With a whirr he struggled for a moment to stay active before he plunged down towards the flames below.
With a loud crash he landed amidst the fires that still burned within the woods of suicide. As the dust started to settle once more about the crater his body had created his blade cackled for a moment before the blade vanished back into it’s hilt while the reploids systems shut down and attempted to repair themselves.
NRP: If I portrayed your character incorrectly Serena my apology. Just been working on this post today and wanted to get it put together and give a small reason why Lólindir was missing in action for the time I was gone.
As the fires burned within the woods of suicide the reploid lying within the crater upon the ground slowly started to stir. His systems had taken heavy damage in the short fight but slowly they started to reactivate. Errors were still flashing in his eyes as he started to stand and glance about the fires of the woods. No sign of his adversary was within his sight so he began to deal with the system errors that plagued him.
Small grumbles escaped him as he began to work upon the problems he faced. The system errors continued to flash through his eyes he began to head towards the next level of hell. As he walked more grumbles escaped from him as he pressed the red jewel upon his chest, which caused the massive metallic wings to fall to the ground. Now free of the bulk of the wings he shrugged his shoulders a bit before pressing the blue jewel upon his helmet that caused the smaller wing like objects to retract within. Soon the errors flashing before his eyes ceased as his wings rested within the dirt of the ground.
Soon his steps brought him to the river of blood. His eyes soon gazed about the flowing river he soon noticed the dead body of the Minotaur upon the other side. “Well looks like I’ve already missed a lot of fun” He said with a grumble. Soon he gave a small shake of his head before examining the blood before him. A nod of his head was given he stepped back a few feet before turning back around. As his scanners judged the distance of the river he soon started to run forward. When his feet drew closer to the river he knelt down slightly before jumping up into the air. As he traveled over the river he soon came down upon the other side of the river upon one knee. A small crater was left under him as he began to stand once more.
Eyes gazed about as he began the slow journey towards the City of Dis. When he came to the gate of the city he could see that someone had climbed up and over the wall from the patterns of blood left by the climber. With a small shake of his head he began to examine the rusty gate. Soon his hand re-treated back within his arm as he began to power up his buster once more. When his buster was giving off a black glow he stepped back a few feet before aiming at the gate.
As the blast of black energy was released from the blaster it hovered in front of the blaster for a moment before blasting forward. Black energy connected with rusty metal as an explosion rocked the City of Dis. When the smoke finally cleared one door of the gate was laying upon the ground while the other door was loosely held upon its hinge, swaying slightly in a breeze.
When he saw the result of the blast he smiled coldly before stepping forward into the city. It wasn’t long before he began to easily hear the sound of the laminators who cried out. He could only laugh at them as he continued forward. He knew that the one who he now hunted had to pass through this city though how much of a gain was had upon him was what he was not sure of.
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Post by Jack on Jul 11, 2005 19:26:27 GMT -5
(Jonash) After seeing the damage done in the last two levels he had been in, it was no surprise to Jonash what Thanatos and the others had done to The City of Dis. Many souls were missing but still Jonash grumbled at the sight of what lay before him, as he knew that there were creatures here that didn't like angelic types in the least; finding that angel's were proof of a being that they had never wished to know, angelic beings caused much hatred in this wrenched city. He quickly passed through the valley of tombs hearing the angered screams of atheist along the way. Some reached out to him, hoping to drag him into the tombs and force him to remain there in the fire, but those that did found themselves as unwilling new scales for his previously damaged armor. He raced into the city and had just taken to the air to fly over it when he was sent screaming down by a force he recognized as gravity. Despite his ability to create black holes, even he could get himself out of one without destroying it first.
The gravity trap disengaged as another heretic soul emerged from the darkness. Jonash cleared the blood from his mouth, slightly peeved at the individual who had done such a feat.
"You are not demon?” asked the creature, "yet you still have horns. How can this be?"
"You are dead yet you still have power," Jonash responded.
The spirit charged at Jonash without thinking in the hopes that he could kill the Nephilim. Jonash's smirk said it all, as he quickly and forcefully reached for the being's neck and devoured his soul, forcing him into the shape and size of a green gem wrapped in a dark gold frame that fit nicely on the throat of his scabbard. He could feel the gem move violently in his hand, but once attached to his armor, the gem's will soon gave way.
He mentally forced the answers he sought from the being's consciousness. And discovered where the intruders to Hell had gone. He followed in their foot steps and reached the wall that Thanatos had crossed with in an hour. A few demons lay there in shambles weeping openly from their miserable defeat. Jonash thought to silence them all permanently, if only to be rid of their bickering, but realized he had little time if he was to reach his target. So the only demons he killed, were those that lay in his direct path; moaning and crying from the pain that had incapacitated them, they were targets easily killed by a claymore. Some put up a decent fight and were even able to leave dents in his armor. When one of the demons struck at his leg he let out a large scream if pain. He looked down to find that blood was dripping down from his left foot. Apparently, his fall had caused him to have a compound fracture coming out of his shin. He did his best to reset the bone and moved on. He knew it would heal within a good night's rest but the only place he could be afforded such rest was at the top of the wall that stood before him.
Not up to flying after his last fall, seeing as one of his wings had been broken in the procees, Jonash decided to scale the large wall by hand. After what seemed like half a day, Jonash found himself at the top. Now tired, he decided it best to rest on the top of the wall. As he closed his eyes to rest, he could have sworn he saw four small dots moving towards the entrance to the fourth level. His last words before falling asleep were, "see you soon."
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Post by Jack on Jul 11, 2005 19:26:53 GMT -5
(Jonash) A red and black figure lay at the top of the wall over looking the Styx, his body strewn out in an almost comical fashion. The individual's red and black armor clanked around as the being tossed from one side of the wall to another. From the words coming out of his mouth, it was plane to see that the winged creature was dreaming. And it seemed to be a nightmare. He tossed and turned as he shouted phrases of disagreement. His wings twitched as it seemed he was flying. It was at this moment that a gust of wind blew by. Jonash's right wing caught the small gust and it forced the Nephilim to roll over onto his stomach. This small event would not have been a problem had there been more of the wall to Jonash's left, but unfortunately for Jonash, there wasn't. As he began to fall, it was luckily that his wings were outstretched and healed, as it was that fact alone that saved him. He glided gently down to the fifth level of Hell. He landed with a thud that jarred him awake. This abrupt awakening had caused a momentary lack of judgment as he tried desperately to reach for the wall, fearing he would fall further. (Hey, we're not all 100% in the morning).
As his hand reached for the wall, it was grasped by a zombie that had gotten between Jonash and the said wall. The Nephilim quickly regained full consciousness when the female zombie bit down of his finger, an instance that also caused him to rise to his feet and behead the women in one fluid motion. After prying free his hand, he quickly counted the fingers on his hand... "One, two, three, four, five, six" and was grateful he still had them all.
He then realized he must have been in the fifth level and was surprised that there was not much damage to this level as he had seen in the previous three. This was omitting, of course, the near acre of demon bodies that littered the ground from what must have been the same fight that the demons from the sixth level had been crying about.
He then examined his own body. The wound on his leg had healed. His broken bone had nearly all but healed; all that remained was a small bruise that hurt at the touch but nothing serious. His wing had obviously healed, seeing as he was alive. He wasn’t sure of how long he had been out but he didn’t think it more then a few hours. After searing some meat from the freshly killed demon bodies before him, he ate till his full and pocketed some for later for when he was hungry again. Demon priest wasn’t his favorite meal to find in Hell, but seldom was there anything to eat at all. Besides, if he closed his eyes, it almost tasted like badly cooked fish due to the overall sodium and sulfur content in air, water, and food, when there was any, here in Hell. (Ha! you thought I’d say chicken didn’t you?). Some even considered demon eyes a delicacy here, as they didn’t come too easily; knowing this fact, Jonash pocketed these as well in a bag he picked up from one of the bodies, hoping that he could barter them for something useful later.
A soul wondering about with no body approached Jonash. Curious to the being’s existence on this plane, he asked how it came to be here. Apparently, Thanatos had lost track of a few souls when he infused the sword for Haveti. It wept openly about Thanatos’s plan to destroy as he had in the past and how it rode with him to this dimension as well as countless others. The being begged for its existence to be ended but found no comfort in Jonash’s cold demeanor. From the information Jonash gained of Thanatos, he formed a plan to suit his mission should he reach Thanatos before he reached his target.
“Ghost, tell me, would you help me defeat this monstrosity?” Jonash asked raising his hand to shake.
The sprit looked at Jonash suspiciously but found his face too trusting for its own good. “I would gladly,” it said as Jonash grasped the being’s hand firmly and forged the soul into a protective covering for the bag he found.
What was so odd about this occurrence was Jonash had known this sprit before, or at least the being from his dimension that represented it, and her name had been Jade Moon. And while he hated the idea of working with his former “nice” self, the power he could gain from it was unquestionable.
As he continued his journey, he discovered, much to his elation, that the demon in charge of causing the Styx to rise had been slain. He joyously unfurled his wings and gingerly flew across. He was happy, not only because he could pass the river with ease, but that card cheating bastard would never again grace his place for Sunday night poker.
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Post by Jack on Jul 11, 2005 19:27:11 GMT -5
(Jonash) Jonash landed when he crossed the river. He’d have a long way and pacing himself seemed prudent at the moment. After all, traveling through three levels of Hell in the span of only two days was rather stringent, even for Jonash. And while reaching his target was his first priority, getting there completely exhausted was a different matter altogether. Besides, he could use the warm up.
As the hordes of zombies approached him he thought back to the good old days when killing someone meant they stayed down. If you took off your opponent’s head they didn’t try getting up and kicking you in the groin. They stayed down. Since Jonash’s acceptance to work in Hell, this little fact had changed dramatically.
Now, you not only had to take off the creatures head, you had to take off their arm and their leg. Then you had to take off the other arm and leg just to make it even. Then you had to worry about the limps reattaching themselves while you worried about your other opponents.
When the creatures were a mere ten feet away, Jonash said to no one in particular, “God, I love this job.” He pulled out a large mace adorned with spikes of various sizes. And a massive ronin sword with archaic glowing ruins running along all sides. “Alright, let’s play.”
He took on the first ten with just the mace, knocking their heads off and sending them flying through the next creature in line. The next line of walking dead did not go down as easily as the first. They had all managed to gather weapons from the dead demons and, apparently knew, how to use them.
Eventually, one came with a sword. Jonash easily blocked the sword with the mace and stabbed the women in the chest. The creature smiled as she knocked Jonash back with his sword’s point protruding out her back.
He rubbed the bruise on his forehead and drove the longest spike of the club far into the soft tissue of the creature’s head. He then grabbed hold of his sword and push down on it while he lifted up on the mace, resulting in the separation of head (among other body parts) from the rest of the zombie’s body. He then began whipping the creature’s spine around, disarming each zombie that came towards him by severing their hands. When that had lost its fun, and after removing the body from his sword, which had been kicking the entire time, he lifted it up and threw it as far as he could. He caused a gravity hole to open up from the body that he recently discarded, which dragged the creatures clawing on the ground and screaming towards the severed corpse.
He then removed the head from his mace and threw it towards the opposite side of the horizon from which its other half resided. He then caused a large amount of gravity to emit from it as well. The Zombies, some forty of them, were then pulled in two directions. As he increased the amount of force produced by the two body parts, the snapping of bones and the tearing of flesh echoed throughout the entire region. Jonash then punched the ground and a large coulee opened beneath the remaining horde and swallowed them whole. The rift closed shut and appeared as if it had never opened.
Jonash smiled a bit as he realized it would take them years to dig themselves out as far as he had buried them. Feeling relaxed after working out those stiff joints from the night before Jonash began walking towards the fourth level of hell.
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Post by Jack on Jul 11, 2005 19:27:41 GMT -5
(Jonash) Upon his arrival to the fourth level, Jonash felt nearly overwhelmed by the various powers of the living beings that were gathering in mass close to his position. He recognized one as his target, but became frightened when he felt the presence of a multitude of trapped souls. He knew that these trapped souls could only indicate one of the entities he felt was Thanatos. Fearing his intentions with Jonash's target, the general of the eighth level of Hell took to the air and flew at his top speed to reach them.
Within seconds, Jonash's body was hovering over the small band of people. A man wearing leather that looked to be made from harpies’ skin was walking towards another man lying on the ground that seemed to be injured. Jonash realized this person that was walking to be the one known as Thanatos. Jonash dropped down between Thanatos and the man, cutting the rest of the group off from the former bodyguard. He then pulled out his spear and placed it firmly on Thanatos's neck. From the group's perceptive, Jonash appeared out of thin air with his blade firmly planted against their ally.
"Don't move Thanatos!" Jonash yelled emphatically. And before Thanatos even thought about going ethereal Jonash asked, "Could you please identify the metal placed on your neck?" After doing so, Thanatos rethought his actions. He then sensed the soul that rightfully belonged to Thanatos on Jonash's side. He started to ask a question, but Jonash cut him off quickly and said, "Don't talk! Not a word!" He pushed his spear deeper against Thanatos's neck to emphasizes his point (ha ha I made a funny!!!), "blink twice if you understand," he explained, his voice as cold as where his master had presided for the past millennia.
Thanatos did as told as Jonash looked around. Each of the remaining four had taken defensive stances against him. Pretending like he wasn't about to get his butt handed to him by these magnificent warriors was no easy feat, but somehow Jonash managed to pull it off, "Are you Cynric?" Jonash asked, staring at the man that had fallen to the ground.
"No! I am" said a boy who looked too young, at least in Jonash's mind, to be his target.
"You? You're a boy," Jonash said in disbelief.
Cynric’s eye began to twitch slightly as he explained in a very monotone voice, "No I'm eighteen."
The gargled voice of Thanatos tried to say, "He's telling the truth," but all that he could get out that was audible was "truth."
"I said to be quiet!” Jonash said pushing the spear against his neck to the point that a very small scratch formed. Jonash then looked back at Cynric and said, "A leader of the fourth level of Hell, an Alien, an Elemeleon, and this monstrosity?" He said nudging is head towards Thanatos, "You keep dangerous company."
Cynric smiled a bit, "I like to live dangerously, but at least I know most of their names. You are?"
"My name is Jonash. I found myself here quite like you did. I've been sent here to protect and insure that you make it out of this place," It was a lie he explained, but it seemed close enough to the truth to fit his needs. He still kept the blade made of condensed souls firmly planted at Thanatos's neck. Jonash's captive again tried to make a move but Jonash removed the spear from his neck, knocked him up side the head with the blunt end of the spear, and returned the blade to its previous position before Thanatos could say the first syllable. Jonash looked back towards Thanatos and said, "I told you not to move." He pulled his spear back to plunge it into Thanatos's heart, but was stopped by Cynric's command.
"If you are indeed here to protect me, then that means you're my bodyguard. And as my bodyguard, I order you to let this man live!” Cynric demanded in a subtle tone that only Jonash recognized. Cynric had no idea why he was doing so, but he felt a small force in the back of his mind telling him that it would be a good idea to keep Thanatos around.
In his mind, Jonash was surprised how quickly the roles had been reversed, not a minute ago, Jonash was giving the commands but, tied by his oath to his master, he had to obey the command. Even if those commands did come from a kid.
Jonash slowly pulled the spear away and sheathed it back into his scabbard. To Jonash's surprise, Thanatos responded with a forgiving smile that seemed to say that it was ok, and that it happened all the time. "To show there are no hard feelings." Jonash reached to his side and handed Thanatos the bag that was partially made of the soul he had found close to the Styx, as well as the demon eyes he had procured. "If my charge orders you to stay alive, I guess I'll give you this, a peace offering." He placed it on the ground in front of Thanatos to let him decide if he wished to take it or not.
He then shared what meat he had with the others, saying rather condescendingly, "You all must be hungry. This isn't much, but at least its food." Most were wary to take such substances from a stranger, especially one that they had met under such circumstances, but eventually, their hunger gave way over judgment. Jonash also placed the jewel he had crafted in the city of Dis in front of the man sleeping on the ground, saying, "This gem screams for you. I do not want it. It’s too rebellious. Perhaps, when you wake up, it can be of better service to you."
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Post by Jack on Jul 11, 2005 19:28:08 GMT -5
(Cynric) Cyn wasn't hungry. That much was obvious. He ignored the food brought by the newcomer, and stood away from the group, glancing amongst them from his perch atop a busted pillar brinking on collapse. He particularly kept his eyes at Jonash. He was fast. Not so fast that Cynric's perception couldn't keep up with him. Hadn't yet met anything that fast. Fast enough to make him uneasy, however. Uneasy and threatened. People don't just pop out of nowhere and pledge undying loyalty.
Yea, because you totally don't do that with every female you ever meet.
That was different, of course. Or maybe it wasn't, he thought as his expression turned very sour. He winced at the thought. No, he told himself, this guy has some wicked agenda and is taking advantage of my general acceptance. He must be watched.
Cyn's eyes then turned to Thanatos. The feel of the soul reaper was so plain that he almost felt sorry for Jonash. Peace offering or not, the shiliun had threatened the man's life. Likely, Jonash wouldn't have killed Thanatos as easily as he looked to believe, but he had indeed held a weapon offensively. My ego-driven charisma is the only thing keeping this shaky new band of people together, and even I'm not willing to trust that so-called bodyguard yet.
His eyes only passed by Haveti. The beast of a creature seemed a tad inconsequential at present. He was interesting and fierce, to be sure, as well as being terribly on edge, seeing as he hadn't bled anything out in quite a while. It was a wonder on par with a miracle that he hadn't jumped Jonash at the first chance.
Valerius... ah yes, a true comrade was he. Not really a friend, per se, but someone trustworthy and of familiarity, it was great to have him around. Cyn looked up to the stern man a bit, seeing him now as the only person whom he could consult, a temporary mentor figure for the moment. The others were warriors, true, but this was no band of brothers yet, if that was where things were headed.
Evelyn... Cynric laughed out loud suddenly, and made sure to shrug it off when everyone glanced at him. Funny how it seemed that every person here had met as likely enemies. Evelyn had a weapon to his throat, Oni had planned on killing him, Jonash comes in and threatens whoever... it was rather hilarious to the half-gourein. I'm not going to meet a person here in this world who isn't going to take me with a grain of salt right from the start, he though. Still, he felt he could trust Evelyn. They shared a common goal at the moment, and both seemed of similar mind.
Then Cynric's gaze came to Telamichious. He looked a little more content in his unconcious state, at least better than he had been during his brain detonation earlier, whatever that was about. Something about the man, though they had barely met, put Cyn at ease, for some odd reason. He seemed like the kind of guy one could really use covering your back, and that was always a blessing. He hoped the sleeping man well, wishing to learn more about his companions as soon as possible so as not to have any false assumptions.
"You don't wish to eat, master?" Jonash' regal tone threw Cynric off a bit. Didn't feel right.
"My HP is fine, thank you. And call me Cynric."
He nodded in hesitant obedience. "Yes, ma... Cynric." He still seemed a bit uneasy about serving a child, though he knew nothing of Cyn beyond the current state of affairs.
Oh crap, he heard himself suddenly say mentally. Am I being slowly chosen as the leader here? That would truly be disheartening, he thought. These people seemed pretty individual, but Valerius was a rather mysterious mentor figure, Jonash was a follower, and the whole crew had grown under his influence, to a degree. He was becoming a party leader.
I don't know what you are worried about. You are a perfect leader. You've proven that in your world.
I still feel inadequate.
That's what I'm here for. I'm taking up the slack.
Right, I'll let you handle it all. You're good at this, and I'm a bit uneasy about it. You take the reigns, and I'll do the best I can. Cynric smiled in his mind.
I didn't bring you here to let you destroy yourself, the voice continued. You have what I need here, what is required to help me with this world. You want to help me, correct?
Well... of... of course.
Then don't worry. "No worries." Cynric's mouth curled into a grin as his voice whispered. "None at all. You just relax, and I'll take care of everything."
Jonash' eyes widened a bit, and he glanced over at Cynric. He nodded in recognition. "No worries, Cynric."
The half-gourein smiled back. The voice spoke. "You can call me master, if you want."
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Post by Jack on Jul 11, 2005 19:28:54 GMT -5
(Thanatos) Janosh was a dead man walking. There was simply no question about it. While Thanatos kept an attitude of forgiveness and acceptance of the newcomer on the outside, on the inside he continued to seethe. Janosh had no idea who he was dealing with. He would pay, as he had paid for his insolence countless times in dimensions past, but this time Thanatos thought it would be particularly long and painful. He just didn't want Janosh to ever see it coming.
He chewed slowly on the eyes Janosh had brought while he walked. He had heated them a little, and checked to make sure Janosh hadn't poisoned them, and though he found them to taste a little salty, they were very good as eyes go. He'd be dammed if that made up for the insult Janosh had given him - he had made him look like a helpless fool. Thanatos rubbed his neck where the spear had bit into his flesh. Some things were not forgotten.
Cynric seemed to have taken control of the group. It might seem odd to anyone who watched the boy's youthful antics, but Thanatos could sense a bit more about him. There was a deep darkness inside of the boy, more vile than Haveti's bloodlust, more sinister than Scuraluce's mystery, and putting Valerius' apathetic gray to shame. Thanatos knew that Janosh was just the latest pawn, as all of them were pawns, for now. Thanatos grinned to himself. He had played chess before though, and he knew that sometimes it was best to be used and simply watch the plot unfurl.
Janosh had opted to take point, claiming that he was the fastest of the group, and so Thanatos was scouting the back trail to ensure that they weren't being followed. It gave him the opportunity to continue his soul-gathering away from the sight of the others in his group. Thanatos found that hiding one's strengths, even from one's own allies, was wise more often than it was not. His lips curled up in a slight smile - he knew these would not be his allies forever, and he needed to test his own abilities before it came time to face them - especially Jonash.
The thought of Jonash made him smile. The fool had never noticed the shield that had always been just between his spear and Thanatos' neck. It wouldn't have been enough to stop Janosh from stabbing him, but the delay would have been all the time he needed to escape - he hoped. Thanatos wasn't near fast enough to match him with his body, and his human eyes couldn't track the Nephilim's speed, but his magics were as fast as they needed to be, and his perception was even faster.
With all the speed he could muster he took to the sky, shooting upwards in what would have been nothing more than a gray blur to a mortal's sight. He projected as much of his aura behind himself as he could and flew forward, skirting around the main group and moving in front of it. He felt Jonash up there, and he had business to attend to with the Nephilim.
Perhaps it was the multitude of souls already in Hell that masked his presence from Janosh, or perhaps Thanatos was becoming better at projecting his aura elsewhere, but Janosh failed to notice Thanatos coming up behind him. A white mist formed on the ground below the flying Nephilim, moving with him while slowly thickening and rising towards him, filling the entire area. The souls that filled the mist whispered soft hypnotic messages of sleep, of weariness, and above all, of ignorance to their presence.
Janosh suddenly yawned and set himself down on the ground. He walked slowly for a ways, before he stumbled a few steps. He shook his head and perhaps, if he had been aware of what was going on, he would have been able to stop the effects. Eventually though, he set himself down in the middle of the pathway, closed his eyes, and began to snore softly.
Thanatos bore a broad grin as he hunched himself over the sleeping form. Attacking now would only wake the Nephilim, and Thanatos was never one for quick revenge. Instead, he placed his hands over the creature's temples, and closed his eyes in an expression of deep concentration.
Janosh dreamed, and none of his dreams were pleasant. He thrashed about in his sleep as his life passed before his eyes in some kind of strange fast forward, only slowing to experience anew the pain of every bad memory and fear slower and in more detail than he could ever reFighter in reality. He seemed to know in the back of his mind that it was only a dream, but something seemed to drag him back down to sleep every time he tried to awaken. It seemed ages passed before he finally came too, and when he did his body was covered in a cold sweat. As he raised himself to a sitting position, placing a hand to his aching head, he heard a voice from behind him.
"Are you all right?" Cynric repeated as he turned around, and for a moment he only looked back at the group in stunned silence.
Elsewhere, Thanatos sped back to his position, unable to keep the wicked grin off his face. If everything went well, Janosh and everyone else would pass it off as the strange effects Hell can have on people, and no-one would be the wiser.
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Post by Jack on Jul 11, 2005 19:29:16 GMT -5
(Jonash) Jonash shrugged it off saying that he had pushed himself too fast to reach the group. He then looked back to the direction of Thanatos and felt that for some reason Thanatos had to be the reason he had fallen asleep, though the clues led other wise. “Thanatos could not possibly been able to project his aura that well, or could he? That soul did mention that he gained more power as he gained souls,” Jonash thought to himself. “I wonder what powers he gains.” “I think I might have a problem master," Jonash said telepathically to Lucifer, who was already awaiting Jonash's report. “Has Thanatos gained anymore souls since I arrived?” I have sensed his power grow with in the past few hours. Why do you ask? said the voice in his head.
"I believe Thanatos may know your plan"
Are you certain?
"No. Nevertheless, my falling asleep wasn't natural. That much was for sure. I did push myself in getting to Cynric but I did make sure I was ready for the rest of the journey before the group continued. But the dream I had wasn’t the dream I normally had."
Whys that?
“I got to see her once more.” Hm. . . . No matter. If he was the one that read your mind, he will not be of much consequence. We won’t have to worry about him telling anyone, without him risking how he got his source. Besides, I am fairly certain he will not be a match for you for some time. Though if he keeps gathering souls as he is, it wont be much longer until you will have to kill him. This increasing in power does concern me. If need be, you must absorb the souls before he does.
“You are aware what that means?” Of course, I am aware, but it is a calculated risk. How is Cynric? Does he show any physical symptoms yet?
“Negative, sir. His body seems to resist the affect,” He replied.
As if on cue, Cynric suggested that the group stay together until they reach the next level. He also opted that they wait for Thanatos, which oddly enough they agreed too with out question. Besides, it looked as if Haveti was tiring from having to carry the weakened Telamichious. He could have sworn he heard a small orchestra playing. As he noticed the group was rather close to the rocky ascent leading to the next level, he then asked himself, "Please tell me that is not theme music I hear." They hadn’t met the leader of this level yet, but he had a distinct feeling they would, and soon.
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Post by Jack on Jul 11, 2005 19:29:40 GMT -5
(EvelynXandii) Evelyn passed on the food offered. She didn't hungar anyway. There was no lust for any sort of materials that didn't help her means: Upward and onward. The addition to this, the "new ally" seemed too convieniant. He shows up unannounced, doesn't kill, offers to help, and seems to enjoy the company. Eve actually kind of hoped that Thanatos would have been killed by the new guy. Not that she could use the will power yet, but she could certainly contain it until she could. All those souls and wills...Which reminded her, that she had never stopped absorbing will from those poor creatures outside, and she realized that she had quite a dense reserve built up. She didn't bother to stop it either, since the other members didn't notice, and the denizens of this circle didn't seem to care.
Evelyn said nothing to the group, prefering to stay as socially distant and geograpically close as she could, without becoming too wealthy in either respect. She was glad now that she had picked up the extra weaponry to compensate slightly for her lack of power between the other members. Even with her Styx power, she could not match half of any member's strength, with the execption of intuition.
It was clear that Cynric and their newest addition were hiding much dialogue from the others, and that they were clearly wrestling with external forces acting upon their fragile minds. Cynric was terrible at hiding it, especially in his eyes. The New One was a similarly apt liar...
Thanatos didn't seem much better off, though all he had to worry about was having enough souls to channel whatever powers they happened to unlock. Eve knew that he would be of great use to her when she became completed, as all souls contain the will that the body contained in life.
Telamichious was more than likely the biggest physical threat of the group, as he was clearly in control of some powerful magic of some genre, but he also seemed to be in control of himself. A very useful quality, and a person that would be wise to keep around.
Valerius and Haveti seemed physically apt, but Haveti seemed too lustful for blood. Valerius was at least wise, though had the human knak for giving the "benifit of the doubt". When Cynric had his mental spasm, it was clearly not a flashback.
Though they were all good allies for the time, some seemed like they were tense, and the rest seemed seasoned to battle. She decided to keep her thoughts to herself for the time, as she may need more help than even these people could offer. At least Cynric was playing up her Styx job as some aquisition of insurmountable power. It really only added to her intuition, as it let her feel out the rest of hell. It wouldn't be useful until the rest of her was here. For now, she was just a reputation with really big revolvers, and that would suffice. Luckily, the group still did not notice that she was gathering will from the tortured, and this ment that they were incapable of noticing, at least when their wills weren't being tapped. She then reached a point where she could not accept any more... She decided to try to send off the will she had to Xandii, and only half of her reserve fled. Clearly she could not have an infinate supply, and he counterpart couldn't accept an infinite supply. She hoped that becomming whole would change this, as well as being able to manipulate will.
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